When I write romantic fiction, people expect candlelit dinners, stolen glances across a crowded room, maybe even a bouquet or two.
What they don’t expect… is a lonely angler at the edge of the world.
And yet — here I am.
A Tale of Fisherman is my next story. I wasn’t planning to write it. It came to me late one misty night, walking by the canal in Chorley. The quiet felt heavy, as if the world’s secrets were hiding just beneath the surface.
A man with scales instead of skin. Eyes like the deep sea. A heart longing for something he could never attain.
That’s when I saw him — not in reality, but in my mind:
Why This Story?
You might think this sounds like fantasy. It is, in part. But beneath the scales and seaweed, Fisherman is all of us:
• Anyone who has felt out of place.
• Anyone who has loved from a distance.
• Anyone who has longed to change — not for vanity, but for connection.
This is a story about loneliness, identity, and the courage to love when you’re not sure you even deserve it.
Still a Love Story
At its heart, A Tale of Fisherman is about love. Not the easy kind, but the kind that crosses boundaries — between sea and land, between what we are and what we wish we could be.
There’s romance, yes. But more than that, there’s yearning: the ache for closeness, the beauty of being truly seen — and still accepted.
What You Can Expect
• A strange, haunting coastal setting
• A mysterious woman who changes everything
• Letters in bottles, storms at sea, quiet mornings in fishing villages
• A love story you won’t expect — but will never forget
Sneak Peek from A Tale of Fisherman
By Jonathan Kimba
“They say the sea forgets no one.”
She said that to him on the first night, finding him tangled in seaweed and silence. He didn’t answer — he couldn’t. He had forgotten how.
His name was once soft, human. Now, people called him the “Fisherman from Lake Tanganyika” — or didn’t call him anything at all.
No one came this far anymore. The tide was too rough. The cliffs too sharp. The water too deep. Which, of course, was why he stayed.
Until her.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t run. She stood in her yellow coat, wind in her hair, salt in her eyes.
“Are you real?” she asked.
He blinked, unsure.
“Because I’ve been dreaming about someone like you for years.”
She returned every day. Sat on the rocks. Sometimes she spoke. Sometimes she didn’t. Once, she read him poetry. Once, she left a scarf.
Slowly, something inside him began to shift — not just his skin, but something deeper. Something forgotten. Something tender.
But the sea is not kind.
And love, even when real, does not come without a cost.
This is just the beginning of A Tale of Fisherman — a romantic, haunting story about being seen, about change, and about finally belonging.
Coming Soon
I’ll be sharing more in the weeks ahead — cover reveals, excerpts, and a free short prequel for newsletter subscribers.
Step into the world of the Fisherman and join me on this journey.
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