Make Me Wet
by Nara
Malone
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Seven
tears cast upon the water summon the selkie, summon seal across the ocean,
summon man from beast—liquid keys to break the curse. Freed one night every
seven years, Ronin is doomed to repeat that cycle into eternity. Unless he can
find a woman powerful enough to resist a selkie’s irresistible pheromones and
sex magick.
Maille
believes she lost reality between Maine and New Mexico. Between where she is
now and where she should be. She believes in facts, not magick. But facts can’t
explain how she wound up naked on a beach with the sexiest man she’s ever laid
eyes on. Or how she knows in her bones that losing herself in the passion Ronin
offers is a path to disaster.
It’s
going to be a long, hot, wet night. Caught between sex magick and a sexy
selkie, disaster is inevitable for Maille. To break the enchantment she has to
rely on the oldest magick of all—the power of love-drenched hearts.
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Excerpt:
Copyright ©
NARA MALONE, 2013
All Rights
Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
A piercing
cry rose above the thunder of surf. Human? A seal could sound so
human it was
hard to tell the difference. Whichever, Maille recognized it as a wail of
mortal
distress. She couldn’t say how she understood that, no more than she could say
how she wound
up on the beach. One fact she was certain of—she couldn’t ignore it.
Without
thought for consequences she plunged into the surf, diving under swells,
power-stroking
through roiling water.
Once past the
breakers Maille paused, treading water as she turned in circles,
searching in
the inky swells for the curve of a human head. Impossible with the waves
breaking
moonlight into sequined facets and the rise and fall of swells tall as houses.
She’d never
find him. She needed him to cry out once more.
“Come on.
Give me a hint.”
An irregular
shape, not seal-like or wavelike, caught her attention. As she paddled
closer, she
made out a man waving, heard his hoarse cry before his head disappeared
below a wave.
He resurfaced choking.
She dove
under the water, swimming straight for where she’d seen him last. She
resurfaced as
he went under again, but she was close enough now to reach his long
hair,
swirling like dark kelp in the water. She grabbed a handful.
It was
surprisingly easy to pull him along, as if he had managed to overcome his
instinctive
terror and submit to her rescue. He might not have been so submissive had
he realized,
as she did now, that they weren’t making progress.
Riptide.
Crap.
Maille fought
down a sudden kick of panic in her chest, struggling to swim parallel
to the shore,
caught by swells that tossed them dangerously close to jagged rocks. She
had to
concentrate her energy on swimming north until they were beyond the rip where
she was free
to swim shoreward.
When her feet
finally found ground, a wave slammed her, flinging them both onto
the sand.
Depositing them in a tangle of limbs. Maille on top.
A small wave
washed over them, and the sensation was that of a liquid blanket
settling
around her shoulders and then melting away. Panting, draped over his body,
Maille was
too spent to lift her head from a pillow of seaweed.
Another wave
swept up, warm liquid fingers caressing her thighs.
She needed to
move him higher up the beach, away from the rising tide, see to his
needs. With a
groan she pushed up to hands and knees, still straddling his body.
Damn! She’d
hauled in one hell of a wet dream. Jet-black hair fanned out on the
sand. His
body lean, long and lusciously muscled. She started to lick her lips, caught
herself, and
forced her tongue back in her mouth. She was supposed to be saving his
life, not
jumping his bones.
Something was
wrong. That realization drowned attraction in a wave of adrenaline.
His chest
didn’t seem to be moving. Her breath caught and her heartbeat kicked up
to double
time. Maille thought there’d been a slight rise and fall of his chest beneath
her
breasts when
they’d first washed ashore. His lips looked blue. But when she put her ear
to his chest,
the beat of his heart was strong and quick.
She scraped
her mind for facts.
Fact—a heart
could beat for several minutes after breathing stopped.
Would his
lips still be blue?
Fact—in the moonlight
everything looked blue.
Fact—his
eyelids were at half-mast, and there was a barely perceptible gleam
aimed at her.
He probably didn’t need to be resuscitated.
Fact—she
could discover the state of his respiration in other ways than this slow
descent of
her head and the pressing of lips to his. He tasted like sin and secrets.
His lips were
warm and firm under hers, and they parted in a humid mingling of
breath.
Goddess, he smelled wonderful. She inhaled the scent of male and mystery
laced with
magick. Worries over what was real, what wasn’t, where she was, trickled
away like so
many grains of sand.
Fact…
Fuck a bunch
of facts.
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Whether
it's a shifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM
romance where love digs into a character's shadows, Nara believes romance
should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually,
emotionally, and sometimes physically.
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