I was very excited this week to see the launch of my fourth Liquid Silver Book, The Selkie!
This book was based on the mythology of Scotland's Orkney Islands! In that part of the world, it isn't unusual to hear talk of selkies, another word for seal. Well, "selkie" also refers to the mythological folk who are seal shapeshifters.
When a selkie wears his pelt, he can live underwater, but when he sheds his pelt, he can live as a human on land. There are numerous stories of selkie folk who have lost their pelts to enterprising humans. If a mortal steals a selkie pelt, the selkie is compelled to live with, and pleasure, that human.
Interesting idea for a book, huh?
Many of these tales end in sadness, for the selkie will always want to return to the sea, and will try to find his or her skin. This leaves a devastated human behind, mourning the loss of a sultry lover.
Please read on for a little teaser from my paranormal erotic romance, The Selkie!
Blurb:
This was
supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her
fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she
hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland
to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her
a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.
To add to her
frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired
man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost
her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known
before.
Calan Kirk
has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as
no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is
nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to
be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.
As a thief
ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together.
They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will
either bring them together or rip them apart forever.
Excerpt:
She watched as Calan locked the door and slowly turned back to her,
as if afraid of what he’d find written on her face. As if he, too, was
experiencing a tide of emotions that seemed to come out of nowhere, but that
were swelling with each moment in each other’s company. Threatening to overtake
them.
She wanted to ask for that cuddle, but couldn’t. Because she knew,
she just knew in the deepest part of her heart, that it wouldn’t stop at a
platonic hug. And so they just stared at one another.
His eyes seemed to grow blacker with each passing second. His fists
were clenched. His lips were pressed tight. And she felt as sturdy as a horse
with a broken leg. Ready to collapse against him, into him.
All over him.
“Lass,” he finally breathed, his voice ragged from want, “come to
me.”
“Why?” she whispered, knowing she was supposed to fight this. Wasn’t
she?
Clearly understanding she was terrified of submitting to her
wildest, most urgent need, Calan prowled over to her. He leaned over and grazed
his lips against hers, drinking her in as if her scent was a soft, intoxicating
perfume. “No more games, Maggie, no more excuses. I’m finally going to do what
I was sent here for. It’s time you had your selkie- man.”
“But … we’re so not right for each other.”
“Never mind that,” he uttered. He pulled her to him, and she didn’t
resist.
As a satisfied grin spread across his face, she knew he could feel
her knees knocking. He held her against his chest with one arm, and cradled her
face with his other hand, seeming to revel in the feel of her skin. He moved
the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, causing her mouth to open. As he
stroked her there, Maggie brushed the tip of her tongue against his thumb.
God help her. She couldn’t help herself.
That intimate caress seemed to destroy any resistance Calan had
left. He brought his lips down upon hers in a kiss that surprised her, and
seemed to surprise him as well, with its force. He nipped, licked, and suckled
at her lips, running his tongue along her teeth and her own tongue until they
were both breathless. It took all her power not to rip her clothing off her
body. The only thing that stopped her was the fervent need to have him rip it
all off for her.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you, lass.”
“This feels crazy.” She giggled nervously as he began to work on her
shirtfront. She reached up to the leather tie that was securing his ponytail. “May
I?”
He nodded in response, his eyes fairly blazing with want. She
tugged, and his glorious mane came loose, falling over both their shoulders. “Oh
my,” she whimpered, finally allowing herself to run her hands through his hair.
“It’s like chocolate silk.”
He laughed in a naughty, low rumble that made her pussy hungry. Calan
then tore the blouse over her head, having tired of her buttons. “Take the rest
of your clothes off, woman. I want to taste your skin.”
She bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan again. No man had ever spoken
to her in that way, with such hunger. With no hesitation at all, she removed
her jeans, woolly socks, and then slipped out of her red satin bra and panties.
She shivered under his gaze, from sweet anticipation.
Calan slid slowly out of his own
clothing, as if putting on a show. As he yanked off his leather boots, she
noticed his feet were also webbed. Maggie wondered that she hadn’t noticed the
webbing before, but didn’t care. He then, with his gaze on her the whole time,
dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. He wore no underwear. Surprise,
surprise. His appreciation for her was evident. His shaft was thick and seemed
to be reaching for her. The sight made her mouth water. She clamped her lips
shut. Heavens to Betsy! She was pretty sure she was drooling.
He stood still for a moment, just raking
his gaze over her body, as if trying to memorize every curve and freckle. Then
Calan clutched her to him, letting one of his hands slide down her belly. He
played with her pubic hairs, giving them a frisky tug, as he kissed her left
earlobe. With a sigh, Maggie threw herself against him, locking her hands
around his neck.
Calan reached behind her to grasp her
derriere, and then hoisted her up onto his waist. He carried her over to his
plush bed, kissing her the whole time. He lay her down, leaned over and used his
knee to spread her legs. As he lay on top of her, she wrapped herself around
him, as she had done on the beach. Only now, skin against skin, it was
luscious, hotter than hot.
He turned his attention to her lips again, and her mouth opened
automatically to him. As his tongue slid against hers, Maggie thought she’d
never tasted anything so good. Salty and sweet, like her favorite salted-caramel
lattes. He nibbled, suckled, and her lips felt swollen from his touch, alive
with sensitivity. He pulled away from her for a moment to gaze into her eyes,
and she felt an exquisite head rush. She stared up at him in awe. “What are you
really?”
He brushed two fingers against her cheek, his gaze more affectionate
than any she’d ever seen. “I’m what you need, love.”
“You’re what I need,” she repeated, dazed.
