Poseidon, god of the sea, proclaims that any nymph from his harem who wishes to search out a mate may do so. However, she only has three days to find someone he deems worthy. Welcome to the world of the Nymphs of New York. It's never good to piss off a goddess, even a minor one... Telesto has been reasonably content as a member of Poseidon's harem, until he came along and ripped her free of her moorings, setting her adrift without gravity to keep her feet on the ground. She hadn't been looking for love, a relationship, or anything but a private room to retreat to in the castle. Now her fury has been unleashed, and she has no problem bringing an arrogant Titan back to Earth. He's going to claim his mate whether she likes it or not... Pyroeis has long been a wanderer, and a lucky hand of cards has gifted him with the one thing he always wanted, at the expense of what he never knew he needed. He'll travel to the ends of the universe if he must to convince Telly she belongs with him, and only him. Nothing will stand in his way, no creature, no matter how powerful, can stop this Titan from claiming his mate.

Poseidon, god of the sea, proclaims that any nymph from his harem who wishes to search out a mate may do so. However, she only has three days to find someone he deems worthy. Welcome to the world of the Nymphs of New York. She’s a nymph on a mission. Callianira, curvy, vivacious, and the life of the party at every orgy, has fallen prey to a depression no amount of hot lovin’ can shake. Her best friend Petra has a plan: a trip to New York City to find mates who can handle a couple of horny nymphs for a lifetime of hot sex and soul deep love. Callie’s not buying the sales pitch Petra is hawking, but goes along for the ride. She figures she can find a male or two who won’t mind acting as multiple orgasm donors. He’s sexy, rock hard, and has just been released from a five hundred year prison sentence. Outcast from the Aerie of New York, grotesque Theo’s focused on guarding the humans of Brooklyn and keeping his twin Logan out of trouble. When gorgeous females who smell like salt water and sex invade his territory, his careful plan for regaining entrance to the secular aerie gets ripped out to sea. They’re completely wrong for each other. Callie’s magic is tied to the ocean. Theo can’t swim. Callie is carefree, sweet, and finds joy in bending the rules. Theo toes the line and is ever vigilant. He’ll sink to the bottom of the ocean, and she’ll fly above it to claim their happily ever after.