Sage



Silver Springs is supe friendly, so I thought it was the perfect place to call home with my pet pig, Wilma. Too bad I can’t seem to get myself out to meet people, despite Wilma’s consistent nagging.

Oh, did I mention she talks? Turns out I was born as a slightly defective mermaid, more animalistic than I’d like to admit. The one bonus? I’m Mrs freakin DooLittle.

I consider it a curse at times. I’d been hoping that Silver Springs might be my one place to maybe meet someone special, but I’m starting to think that was all a dream I can’t reach. That is, until I decide to fancy up my special pool out back.

Blaine is one fine as hell landscaper, and he’s got some delicious friends to help him.

Maybe Silver Springs isn’t so bad.

Now if only Wilma can stop telling me how good their butts look from her level.

***NOTE - This is a fastburn RH***