Review — ★★★★★ (5/5)
Cruel, beautiful, and utterly unforgettable Cruel Water blew my mind. This is a Little Mermaid retelling done wrong in the best possible way: dark, savage, and drenched in saltwater myth, with a twist that hit me so hard I still can’t stop thinking about it. I’m calling it #2 on my list of ten reads so far that ending shocked me; I did not see it coming and loved every brutal second.
The narrator is a complicated, damaged man who treats his sadism like a curse an addiction to inflicting pain that quiets his inner storm. The opening scene with another woman rubbed me the wrong way at first, but it’s clear the pain there is consensual and ritualized; he wasn’t truly aroused until the mermaid appears. When she shows up, the whole tone flips from clinical kink to mythic obsession, and that contrast is intoxicating.
Dee Palmer’s prose is raw and tactile bruises, breath, and saltwater imagery make power dynamics physically present on the page. Themes of curse vs. addiction, the mermaid as a possible salvation or shattered anima, and an uncomfortable, deliberate play with consent keep the moral lines deliciously blurred. The pacing is tight (this is novella territory), the imagery lingers, and the kinky scenes are spicy. 10/10 for heat. 🥵
Content warning: explicit BDSM, ambiguous consent dynamics, physical injury, and dark psychological themes. If you like your romance morally grey, your heroes broken, and your fairy tales inverted, this one is perfect.