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Ever had a morning like this one? I walked to my living room and stared out the front room window. Everyone else in the neighborhood had started their day without me. I sipped my tea and went to the kitchen table. Maybe I should take a break and mow my lawn? I lived in a four bedroom one story house all by myself. It was my job to take care of things now that my parents weren’t there. I ate a piece of toast and slipped some tennis shoes on. I walked out onto my porch and looked at the grass. It was five inches long and growing. I was still in my baggy sweats and I felt like a truck ran over me. I yawned and stretched my arms up. I looked at my neighbors’ yards. Everyone else’s was perfect. I opened the garage and pushed the lawn mover out onto the grass. I went back for the rake and broom and set them against the house. It was cool outside but the sun was getting warm. I bloused out my sweatshirt and leaned over. I pulled the string to start the mower. Nothing. I hated mechanical devices. Why couldn’t things just be like in the Jetson’s cartoon? Where the mother pushes a button and the lawn is mowed. I leaned down again and pushed a squishy rubber button labeled: Primer, several times. I held the bar down at the handle and pulled the string again. And again and again. “Sonofab****!” I yelled out as I worked up a sweat. Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I kicked the mower and walked slowly toward the garage. I saw Kirk and his mystery woman coming out of his house. I watched them hurry toward his car and kiss at the end of the side walk. He was in a robe and a taxi had just pulled up. The taxi honked and I saw stars. I leaned up on my elbows and shook my head. I heard footsteps approach me. My blurred vision focused on Kirk Jacobson. “Are you okay?” he asked leaning down to help me up. “Yeah, I didn’t even see what hit me,” I said rubbing my forehead. “You stepped on the rake and it bonked you on the head,” Kirk said. Oh, sh**, how embarrassing. “Well, thanks for helping me to my feet,” I said thoroughly mortified. “No problem,” he said and walked back across the street. I watched his every move as he entered his house. “Damn, that blue robe is fine,” I said walking back toward the lawn mower. I heard a voice clear, behind me. I turned around and saw Christian approach his silver Chevy truck. “Maybe you should try putting gas in it,” he said, smiled, and got in his truck. He drove out of his driveway and screeched away. I snapped my fingers. “That’s what I was going for, before the stars hit,” I said out loud and rubbed my head again. Besides, what a jerk. “Maybe you should try putting gas in it,” I mocked him as I walked into the garage. I filled the tank up and pulled the string hard. The line snapped and I fell back on my ass. I stared up at the blue sky sprawled across the grass. “Does anyone know a gardener?” I asked out loud.

Successful Dr. Trina Parker has flown in from Orange County, California for a medical conference. All she wants is for the conference to be over and to get some peace and quiet at her beach house she rented for the week. One night, while taking a late night dip in the ocean, she gets caught between two figures in a struggle under the water. One is using her as a shield. After getting pushed quickly back to shore, Trina is confronted by a mysterious wounded man named, Vidar. She fixes his wounds, but finds him hard to handle.

As he’s lying in her bed healing, another man, Arris, approaches her on the beach. He describes the man in her bed. Quickly she learns that these men were the two men struggling underwater the evening of her late night swim. They’re enemies, rivals, and Mermen. They both want something from her. Vidar wants the cure for an unknown disease of their people, so he can be vanquished. Arris wants to protect her from Vidar. During a struggle over a sample of blood, Trina gets injected. She tries not to worry about the outcome until the day she can see underwater. With a journey into the depths, secret cures, and an intimate relationship, Trina is challenged. Will she choose the love of her life, her career, or get the best of both worlds? She makes her decision on the Shoreline.