Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Number of pages: 77
Word Count: 23,500
Cover Artist: Syneca
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.
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO2moGX-IhU
Thank you for stopping by All I Want and More.We’re glad to have you here.
Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself…Something that we cannot Google about you J
I used to be a field service engineer for medical equipment companies.
Tell us a little about this book?
It’s a selkie romance, based loosely on Celtic mythology.
Ronin is a selkie, cursed by the Goddess Mere to spend his life as a seal, allowed one night as a man every seven years to serve the woman whose tears call him from the sea. The only way to break the curse is for Ronin to find a woman who can resist his magical selkie pheromones all night long.
Maille has always intuitively understood the needs of animals. She rebels against the magical blood flowing in her veins, insisting there is no magic in the world, only scientific facts.
Maille can learn to accept magic or Ronin can escape his enchantment. What is best for one will be disaster for the other.
What was your favorite part to write in this book?
I loved writing the scene where the goddess showed up to confront Ronin. She’s full of attitude and hurling lightning bolts. It was one of those scenes that just fell out of my pen, unplanned, just ahead of the crisis. I enjoy stories that surprise me.
You can only pick 3 words to describe your main characters, what would they be?
Funny, enchanting, undeterred.
What 3 things would your main characters never leave the house without?
Given that they wind up on a beach naked for the duration of the story…there isn’t anything they wouldn’t leave the house without.
Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why?
The goddess Mere was the easiest, showed up full of attitude and opinions. Ronin was the hardest. I wanted to get inside that selkie mind and try to understand why mythology would wrap irresistibly sexy humans in a seal body. It took research: camping on a barrier island, studying seals and mythology, and finally even using a virtual world simulator to build an underwater wonderland. I put on the avatar of a selkie shifter and explored what it is like to shift from human to swim around as a seal in a beautiful seascape.
Since we’re cover hussies….what was your first impression of this cover?
Perfect. They captured Ronin perfectly and set up the cover exactly the way I asked. I love it.
How many books are you shooting for in this series?
This is a multi-author series with five novellas planned to launch the series, each of those to be followed with a full novel. I’m sure we’ll all write more books beyond the novels.
What type of scene is your favorite to write? (Fight, love, making up..etc.)
Building the sexual tension toward that first love scene is my favorite part of the writing. One of the reasons Make Me Wet was so much fun to write was that it required so much sexual tension to carry the characters forward.
How much emotion does it take from you to write?
It can leave me wrung out. To write pain or torment well, I have to get inside the character, feel what they feel, imagine and believe the things that will unhinge them. Intense scenes require frequent stops to step back and clear my head.
What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?
I hope they feel renewed or empowered by the love story.
Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?
I might enjoy trying science fiction, but it would mean writing more backstory and I’m a backstory minimalist.
What are you currently working on?
An interactive text adventure game.
What’s the last line you wrote from your current WIP?
“If I stay in town, there’s this naked, totally pissed, camel herder due to show up any day wanting a piece of me.”
Okay…. personal time!!!!
What is on your night stand/dresser?
My phone and a bottle of water.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Run, hike, kayak
What’s your guilty pleasure?
What’s your secret talent?
I play guitar and dulcimer.
What’s the last thing you Googled?
I was Googling Oculus Rift CNN to find this article: http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/06/tech/innovation/oculus-vr-billion-users/
Quickie time… Think fast….
Are you a quickie kind girl? Nope
What’s ur fave drink – in a glass or on him? Bailey’s Irish Cream…hmm.
Spank or Flogger? Both
Ties or Chains? Chains
Leather or Lace? Leather
Soft or Hard… Bed, where was your mind? Hard is always best.
Control or Be Controlled? Switch
Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Hot Wax
Top or Bottom? Both
Sexiest feature on a man? beard
Boxers, Briefs or Commando? Commando
Cowboy or businessman? Cowboy
Tattoos or piercings? Tattoo
Night owl or early bird? So early I’m almost a night owl.
Twitter or Facebook? Twitter
Pinterest or Instagram? Pinterest
ebooks or paperbacks? I’m a tree hugger–ebooks
Is there anything else you like to add?
Thank you for the fun interview.
An Excerpt From: MAKE ME WET
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.
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.
Fuck a bunch of facts.
About the Author:
Whether it’s a shapeshifter 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.
Nara Malone is an award winning novelist and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines, and digital publications.
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