Rebirth Over the Deep

From the back cover

I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow.

He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again.

Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot.

Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me.

He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you."

They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before.

When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete."

No one noticed I had nearly died down there.

He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me.

What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future.