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Make Me Wet by Nara Malone
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.
Copyright © NARA MALONE, 2013
Ronin continued holding his breath. He’d hold it into eternity to bring her closer. The scent of her was a blend of wild and feminine that ignited desire like whiskey poured on a banked fire. There was no holding back the surge of blood and heat thickening his cock. But his shy little sandpiper found her courage. He nearly swallowed his tongue when her lips closed over his to steal a kiss.
It was so easy. Too easy?
Slick, sexy curves surfed his skin. Soft female sounds—more seductive than a mermaid’s song—quivered in her throat. His hands found her ass and squeezed, turning up the volume on her love music. Trailing one hand up her back to cup her head, he deepened the kiss.
She tasted fragile, an aura of the earlier tears lingered.
He tried to slow her down, ask her name, but his tongue tangled with her hers and it came out like a sea lion grunting.
The initial stage of getting acquainted couldn’t be rushed. His last intended had zapped him with a Taser when he’d tried to join her via her bedroom window. She dialed the police while he twitched like a beached cod on her bedroom floor. Mercifully, the Goddess Mere intervened. If the word mercy could be applied to anything she did. Before the call had gone through, her spell cast him back to the bottom of the ocean.
Her intervention canceled his shore leave before it had gotten started, sentencing him to fourteen years without a woman rather than the customary seven. He wanted inside this woman with a desperation that wasn’t good for either of them.
The last mistake had harmed no one but Ronin. This time a mistake could break his intended. There’d been too many broken women in his worthless life.
Ronin needed to get control.
Of the sex.
And the magick.
About the Author
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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