Cold Waters (Normal, Alabama #1)

by Debbie Herbert

But despite my compulsion to ward off bad luck, I didn’t much believe in magic anymore.

The haint-blue shutters—painted that hue to ward off evil spirits and ghosts—hung crooked and were missing a few slats.

But wishes and magic had died for me eleven years ago, and the clean beaches of Gulf Shores were merely a spot on the map,

Ainsley. My forever-vanished dark mermaid.