I am happy to welcome Rosanna Leo today who has come to tell us about her new book in the Orkney Selkies series.
I’d like to once again thank Layne for
allowing me to visit. It’s always a pleasure to be here.
I’m here as part of my current blog tour to
promote my new paranormal romance Selkie’s
Revenge, book 2 of my Orkney Selkies series.
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Have you heard of selkies? The mythology
surrounding these creatures is astounding. Selkie stories abound in Scotland
and Ireland, in particular around many of the islands in these countries. They
are shape shifters and have the ability to shift into the form of a seal when
wearing their seal pelts. When they remove the pelt, they can walk as men and
women on dry land.
Selkies are known as sexual genies. They
are renowned for their talent in the lovemaking department. In fact, the
legends say a woman who is unsatisfied with her love life need only cry 7 tears
into the sea to call a lusty selkie man. He will love her as no mortal man can.
If she hides his seal pelt, he will be forced to stay with her. But if he finds
it again, he will abandon her for the sea.
Selkies are considered to be quite
attractive and are often described as having dark, enigmatic looks. They
usually possess black, limpid eyes and long, dark hair. Of course, they are
fair of form with perfect bodies. They are creatures who are capable of
ensnaring with their looks and their charm.
My hero Machar Kirk fits most of this bill:
he is very dark and dashing, muscled and mysterious. I have also given him a
few extra traits: he is a hunter of evil finmen, shape shifting beasts who
haunt the Orkney shores. Mack, too, has a long history of loving women, but his
relationships have been fairly intense for a selkie. His younger brother Calan
of The Selkie was more of a love ‘em
and leave ‘em type guy. At least, until he found his mate.
Even though selkies are rather promiscuous,
Machar’s heart is taken by a young widow who he spies on the beach one day.
Unfortunately, she’s also been seen by his nemesis, the finman who killed his
first love centuries ago. And now Mack has to decide: does he forsake his
selkie nature and risk falling in love again, or does he simply swim away and
abandon her to her fate?
I hope you’ll check out Selkie’s Revenge and see what he does!
Blurb:
On the beaches of Orkney, Scotland, an evil entity stalks
mortal women. Machar “Mack” Kirk is a selkie man with a haunted past, one that
has prompted him to become a hunter. He prowls the beaches at night, his arrows
aiming for the finman who took his first love.
Beth Pedersen also watches the sea. The haunted widow has
suffered losses of her own, ones that have crippled her into a state of stony
grief. Beth can no longer feel, can no longer see color and life. Until the day
Mack Kirk saves her from a mysterious foe, flooding her world with brightness
and foreign temptation.
As Mack and Beth fight their inundating passion, the finman
escalates his attacks. Before long, Mack realizes he’s not just playing Good
Samaritan. He wants Beth, too, and will do anything to ensure his lover isn’t
taken by the finman. But can he protect his mate from a monster with no soul?
Excerpt:
As a torrent of emotion coiled up through her core, Beth
kissed him. She barely understood his words, barely comprehended her own
thoughts, but she knew she needed Mack’s mouth upon hers. She smashed her lips
against his, and his tongue penetrated the warmth of her mouth, finding its
home there. He slid his hands down her back to her bottom, and he groaned,
digging into the soft flesh of her behind.
Desire and common sense raged a war inside her head. Common
sense told her to pack a bag, purchase a ticket to New Smyrna, and leave Mack
Kirk far behind. Desire told her to submit, and it was winning out by a mile.
“I don’t know what to do. I need you to tell me what to do.”
He leaned in, smelling so sweet, like an exotic fruit she
just needed to peel and gobble up. “Just let go, Beth. Just feel.”
She dared to look him in the eye. “I’m afraid to feel.”
“I know. For years I was too.” He brushed his lips against
hers, and his tongue slipped out to caress between them, making her ache with
such yearning. “But I’ll help you.”
Jamie and Edan arrived with beers. Edan gave Jamie a look as
if knowing they’d interrupted something. “I’m heading back to the bar to try my
luck with the luscious bartender.”
Jamie grimaced. “The old one with the beard?”
“Not him, you eejit,” Edan said with a grunt. “The female
bartender. The one with the big…” He paused, looking at Beth. “Uh, bottle of
vodka. Right, that one.” He dashed off.
Jamie winked at Beth. “I’ll get to her first.” With a smile,
he was after his brother.
She leaned against Mack’s wall of a chest, wanting to lose
herself in him. “Show me how to feel again.”
“With pleasure,” he growled into her ear. He nibbled her
earlobe and then proceeded to slide back out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” she asked, already needy for his
touch again.
“Just to the jukebox,” he replied, grinning. “You are going
to dance with me. And feel.”
She watched, glued to her seat as Mack inserted a couple of
coins into the jukebox and selected a song. He turned to her, his lips curled
in a grin. As the first rolling guitar chords of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s
“Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” washed over her, making her want to move, Mack
beckoned to her with a finger.
Beth’s body moved toward him, responding like a homing
pigeon diving toward its destination. He pulled her into his arms and they
swayed. Beth had never danced so closely with a man to anything but a romantic
ballad, but Mack wouldn’t break contact with her. He moved his hard body
against hers, his hands on her hips, and his erection was a thick temptation
grinding against her stomach. She had to fight the need to drop to her knees,
rip down his jeans, and take his cock deep in her throat. The urge, and the
depth of emotion accompanying it, made her light-headed. He turned her away
from the bar area toward the nearest wall and slid his hands over the curve of
her bottom. His fingers dug into her ass, and Beth had to remind herself they
were in public. She wanted him to nail her right to the wall. Through the damn
wall. She needed him inside her at all costs.
He felt so good.
My mate. Could it be?
He lowered his head so he could whisper against her ear. “Do
you feel me, Beth? Do you feel my desire throbbing against you? My need to be
joined to you again?”
The song reached its crescendo, and his hips rolled against
hers in a heady foreshadowing of what he would do to her the next time they
were alone. Beth closed her eyes. The way he moved was sinful. She imagined
devils from the most depraved circles of hell might dance in such a fashion.
All of a sudden, even her soft leggings felt tight and restrictive. She wanted
them off. She wanted no barrier between their bodies. As if sensing her need,
Mack reached a discreet hand toward her breast and located her distended nipple
through her tunic. He tugged and she had to bite her lip not to cry out.
“Take me home, Mack,” she begged in an unfamiliar, wanton
voice. “I want to feel more.”
and all ebooksellers!
Author Bio:
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with
Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames,
Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and Predator’s Kiss. When not writing, she can
be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love
affair.
