What's a Selkie? Well, it's a mythological creature that turns into a seal....oh wait? Is that why I haven't seen him? You know there's a seal on the rocks over there! Ha! It's Mack! Hello, friend!
So silly of me. Here he comes now.
I think he's ducking behind the rocks first. Strange. Ah, he's coming back and whoa mama!!!
Talk about abs that don't quit! Sorry, I must remain professional. Wish I could say the same for my guests.
Veronica has a gift for our sexy Selkie it would seem.
Gifts later, dear. First interview!!!
D. X. Luc: How did you feel when you found out your story was going to be told?
Mack: Well, lass, I must say I had my doubts. After all, we selkies live discreet lives among the human population. We don’t exactly advertise our existence in the local papers. Traditionally, to call a selkie, you need only cry 7 tears into the sea. It seems all you need to do now is pick up a book by Ms. Rosanna Leo!
D: Did the author do a decent job?
M: I do think my friend Rosanna did an admirable job in detailing my story with Beth. Although how she found out about all the sordid details from our bedroom is beyond me! Rosanna, have you set up some sort of spy camera? Because if you’d wanted to be included, darlin’, all you needed to do was ask. ;)
D: What would you say is the most wonderful part about being you?
M: I enjoy living the life of a selkie. Who wouldn’t? We live centuries-long lives with incredible stamina and good health. We’re stronger than humans and can tolerate incredible pain. I can eat all I want and not gain a pound. And lass, I can love you like you’ve never been loved before.
D: What is the most negative?
M: Let’s just say helping my Beth believe in my selkie nature was a bit of a challenge. Luckily, she’s a believer now.
D: What is the best quality on a woman?
M: Her soul. Not to sound too poetic, but I love a woman with a big heart and a capacity to love. (Offers up a randy smile) Of course, I’m also quite fond of round, womanly hips, but I’m trying not to be too superficial. ;)
D: If you could pick any dessert to eat, which would that be?
M: By St. Winifred’s knockers, I love a sweet crème brulee! Smeared on my lovely Beth’s stomach, it’s even more delicious.
D: How would you eat said dessert? Can I be part of the experience?
M: Well, darlin’, I belong to my woman, but for the sake of argument, let’s just say I’d start by feeding it to you. Of course, that’s after I’ve laid you naked on the dining room table. We might
get crème brulee in a few different places, so I hope you have no objection to getting sticky, love.
D: What scares you?
M: Losing my Beth. Full stop.
D: What makes you smile?
M: When Beth wakes up in the morning, but she’s not quite awake, and she reaches for me before doing anything else. Nothing makes me happier…and harder.
D: Are you thinking of starting a family?
M: (Offers a serious pause) Time will tell, although I would love to have a family with Beth. However, if you’ve read our story, you’ll know she’s experience heartache in her family life, so the last thing I’m going to do is rush her.
D: Do you know anyone single who might be needing a personal "get to know D. X. Luc" session?
M: Oh, love! Have I got a few single selkie brothers for you!
D: Can we plan on hearing more from you in the future?
M: I certainly hope so. I hear Ms. Leo is going to, ahem, attack my other brothers soon and I can’t wait to be there when she does!
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?
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.”
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