Make
Me Wet
Passions
Portal
Book
2
Nara
Malone
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 9781419948081
ASIN: B00GGMWAGI
Number of pages: 77
Cover Artist: Syneca
Book Description:
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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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.
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.
My Review: 4 1/2 stars
This was a really good, but quick read. I enjoyed the lore and legends that Nara incorporated into the story line, that just made it better. I liked that Mallie tried so hard to continue justifying Ronin's being where he was. She fought with her brain, instead of her senses. Because all her senses were telling her to give in to the temptation that Ronin presented her. I do love me some shifter romance, and this definitely had sizzling romance. Ronin and Mallie were both great characters, and had fabulous chemistry together. The story line was great and moved along nicely. The ending was really good, and makes me wonder what I've missed by not reading any of Nara's work before. I'm definitely going to have to look into her other work. She certainly kept me glued to the book from start to finish. Loved it!
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.
Twitter @nara_malone
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