Vice, available for preorder

Release day for Vice, my hot contemporary romance, seems far away. Indeed, it isn’t until Sept. 22. However, the wonderful folks at Amazon already have it up for preorder! So if you are looking to add a very sexy book to your to-be-read pile, this is it.

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He’s much more than a bad habit.


As a Vegas singer and volunteer counselor, Kate Callender has experienced life on both sides of Sin City’s bright lights. The thrill of performing, and gambling’s devastating effect on the addicts’ families.

Liam Doyle is just the kind of man she despises—a handsome, enigmatic businessman with a knack for seducing customers into his casino hotels. Determined to put a lid on his growing influence, she prepares to picket the opening of his newest casino, Vice.

When Liam spots the lone protestor hassling his customers, annoyance wars with instant attraction. And he quickly discovers the leggy redhead not only can’t be bought, she tempts him the way the sound of a roulette wheel lures a gambler.

They are natural enemies, but when a vile attack sparks Liam’s protective instincts, they begin a sexual odyssey that dances on the edge of addiction. Dangerously close to losing control…and losing themselves.

Warning: Contains a sexy, damaged hero who’d really rather just be having sex, and a no-nonsense redhead who makes him want to roll the dice on love just one more time.

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This week I started up a street team on Facebook for the first time. It’s called Rosanna Leo’s Pride and we have some wonderful people participating already who have really helped in getting the word out on my work. If you’d like to join us, click the link below. I’ll be sharing excerpts, previews and teasers, and there will be giveaways and contests as well.


Susan Hayes. Summoned and Bound.

I fell in love with Susan Hayes’ work when I first read her sexy selkie stories. I think her selkie men should get together with mine. What do you think? Interesting…

In the meantime, Susan has been hard at work creating wonderful new worlds and lots of hot romances. Please welcome her as she brings us her latest, Summoned and Bound.


Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Rosanna!

When I started writing the first book in the Summoned Series back in 2013, I created a character only referred to as Mistress. She delivered the heroine of Summoned and Sold to her fate and then vanished from the story. I thought that would be the last time I heard from her, but I was wrong. That small appearance led to another one in Summoned and Stolen, and Mistress kept whispering to me that she had a name and a tale of her own. Summoned and Bound is her story.

When I start writing a book, I rarely have more than a few roughed out details and a brief biography of my main characters. The story and the characters evolve as I write, which means that I can be as surprised as anyone else when the plot takes an unexpected twist, or a minor character steps out of the ranks and takes on a life of their own. That’s what happened with Mistress. She evolved from a nameless minion into a woman named Gwyneth Annaren.

That sort of sorcery doesn’t happen every time I write. Not all my secondary characters come to life the way Gwyneth did, demanding that I tell their story and share it with the world. Writing is creativity, perseverance and a dash of craziness all mixed in together, but sometimes, there’s a spark of magic thrown in there, too. Those are the moments when characters are born, and stories take on a life of their own.

I love those moments.



Summoned and Bound


Two souls bound by fate. Two lovers enslaved by magic.

Vamir Halmar is the Commander of the last Company of Guardians. When a summoning spell targets the wrong man and drops Vamir into the enemy’s hands, he discovers his salvation in the form of a beautiful slave with quicksilver eyes and the heart of a warrior.

Torn from her family and home before she had grown into her powers, Gwyneth Annaren has spent most of her life as the unwilling servant to one of the most fearsome Magi. When Vamir is accidently summoned by her master, she finds herself face to face with a living reminder of the past she has forced herself to forget.  The handsome guardian is as dangerous to her as he is compelling, tempting her to dream of freedom and an end to her loneliness.

Can they have a future together, or will the price of their freedom be paid in sacrifice and heartbreak?

**While part of a series, each book can be read as a standalone.** 


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Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear family and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidently swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef. 

If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too damned short and out of shape to make it on her own for long. 

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Sophie H. Morgan. Ashes.

I recently had the pleasure of meeting fellow Samhain author Sophie H. Morgan on Twitter and am so glad we struck up a friendship. Sophie is a talented debut author and I was excited about her book Ashes as soon as I hear about it. Even more so after I got to read it. I highly recommend this exciting paranormal romance.

It’s my honour to welcome Sophie here today to tell us a bit more about why she loves those shifters.


Shifter Appeal: Why we love an Alpha

There are two words on the blurb of a romance cover that guarantee to hook my attention: shifter male. 


And it seems I’m not the only one to fall prey (ha) to this exciting hero. If you do a browse through current romance books, probably two out of five feature a gorgeous, ripped shifter hero. So why do we love the shifter male so much? Here are my picks for why.

First and foremost, it’s got to be the alpha in him. We live in a society where a dominant man is considered a bad thing – but in a world of supernatural sexy times, a man who crowds your space, and holds your stare while he growls your name is hawt. He is masculinity personified, six feet of unshaven, wild gorgeousness. Nobody is going to stand in his way from claiming what he considers his: you.

A shifter’s loyalty cannot be matched. There’s an animal within, sharing its need to protect and possess, and if he decides you’re worth protecting, you’re more likely to find calorie-free chocolate than shake him off your tail. This animal drives him, leaving him partly wild, unabashedly sexy, and – sometimes – obsessively protective. It takes a strong heroine to stand up to him. And that is often where the best romances begin.

My last pick would have to be the hidden – or not so hidden – dark side every shifter hero carries. That animal roughness might make him irresistible, but it can also carry a heavy price. The wildness can often tip over to ruthlessness, sometimes leaving scars our hero has to battle until the right woman can tame both beast and man to help him heal them.

In my book, Cade, a jackal shifter, still carries a torch for his old forbidden love, Ana. When he runs into her on the scent of a rebellion leader, the flames of passion explode. Luckily my dark shifter can take a lot of heat. =)

What qualities do you like best in a shifter hero?


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Secrets can burn.

Ashes, The Divided Kingdom, Book 1

Reared from birth to rule the Phoenix territory, Ana fled her future and her past when her parents were murdered. Now she secretly leads a rebellion to stop the human ruler, Edward, from experimenting on supernaturals.

When she finds herself cornered by an assassin, she knows just what to do: Roast him and toast him. Then recognition sends blue-tipped flames licking through her veins. It’s Cade, the royal bodyguard who once rejected her youthful confession of love.

When Cade regains consciousness from the force of Ana’s punch, he’s still reeling from shock—and fury. He’d loved the princess, and for ten years he thought her dead. Though his inner jackal growls with desire for her, she is the key to completing his mission for Edward—hunt down the rebel known as Liberty.

Ana can’t believe Cade doesn’t know the truth about Edward. If she can convince him of it, his blade could turn the tide of the rebellion. But first they must get beyond their past, or the whole kingdom could go up in smoke.


Product Warnings

Contains incendiary sex between a phoenix princess with a secret identity, and a jackal shifter who can take a lot of heat. Boys from the “hood”, a king jacked up on enhanced DNA, and killer heels. Anybody got a match?




A smile played over his lips, a knowing one. “You were mine, once.”

When his thumb brushed her cheekbone, dipping down to rub her bottom lip, it was all she could do not to purr. For whatever reasons, this man could get beneath her barriers. He could make her lose control.

But he made her remember the past, something that threatened the foundation of the life she’d built for herself.

The door swinging into darkness. Cold, oozing puddles that cling stickily to bare feet. A young voice, wavering as she called out for her parents. Her locket a dull gold, mottled with red where it lay.

With effort, Ana jerked her chin away from his touch. “Get your hands off me, Cade.” With a thin smile, she added, “Only the vampire has those rights.”

That flash of anger. For some reason, the man in front still viewed her as partly his—the jackal, maybe, claiming her. Except jackals were solitary animals.

A growl rumbled through his chest. Keeping eye contact, he stood. When he leaned forward, she flinched, unable to help herself. Whether she was afraid of being touched or tortured, she didn’t know.

His arms flexed with muscle as he worked at something about her head. Something clunked, and the chains fell away from her with a heavy jangle. They lay on the bedspread, innocent and coiled like a false snake.

Grasping she was free, Ana slid from the bed. “Son of a bitch,” she spat, putting out a hand to help steady her. “Iron?”

She lunged at him, confused when her body refused to cooperate. Her biker boots hit the floor as she landed, tottering, two feet away from her intended target.

Focusing inward, she registered how cold her embers were. They barely glittered, a few halfhearted sparks at her prompting. A breath hissed from her.

Phoenixes radiated at around one hundred and twenty degrees; she’d wager she was operating on about human temperature. The lack of heat in the room and lack of food and water equaled her core running on empty. Even as she thought it, the sparks began to disintegrate, sucking inward to preserve the embers at her core.

Determined, she fought through the weakness, charging Cade.

He allowed himself to be thrust backward. “You’re too cold,” he commented. “Hungry. You can’t hurt me.”

“You wanna bet?”

Her knee jerked upward, narrowly blocked by Cade’s hand.

“Don’t even try it.” He pushed her away, making her stagger from weak knees. “You’ll be on your back quicker than an eager whore. Then again,” he continued, the jackal’s obvious pleasure at the verbal sparring spinning through his wicked smile, “maybe you’d enjoy that.”

With a vengeful shriek, Ana went for him. She jabbed with her fists, using her elbows when that didn’t work. He avoided all her blows, laughing with a gut-deep amusement.

When she used her scissor-kick, she saw her mistake too late as he caught her legs and flipped her to the dirty gray carpet. He was on top of her before she could curse, lazy amusement swirling like phoenix smoke.

His arms caged her as an old dimple flashed. “What did I say?”

His weight suddenly pressed down on her abdomen slashes. A wince tugged at her face before she could stop it, a hiss pouring from between her teeth.

His face changed immediately. “Fires above, Alana, you should have said something.”

“I thought you’d hurt me if it was necessary.” She shoved him off her. He let her, a hunter tracking her as she stumbled away. She dropped into the chair he’d claimed earlier, unwilling to admit her jelly limbs. “You’re all mouth.”

A slow smile spread over his face while his eyes altered to a dark velvet. Damn. She’d always been a sucker for the shadow-drenched eyes.

He stalked nearer, the jackal’s satisfied rumble curling out of his mouth as strong hands came down over hers on the chair’s arms.

She couldn’t dislodge him. Curses spilled from her as panic, not for her life but for something more prized, surged up her throat. “Don’t you come near me, Cade Lorin.”

“All mouth?” he repeated, his voice that dark drawl he’d once whispered her name with. “I’ll show you all mouth.”



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Sophie H. Morgan is a paranormal romance author with a love for hot guys, sassy heroines and HEAs that seem impossible. Currently residing in England, Sophie divides her time between her two crazy spaniels and plotting how best to drive her characters into each other’s arms. Ashes is her first book.


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Visit the bakery from Sweet Hell!

I was so excited when my husband pulled me aside this morning and told me to watch one of our favorite cooking shows with him. You Gotta Eat Here is a really fun TV show on Food Network Canada, in which comedian host John Catucci visits restaurants people love. Imagine my surprise when my husband said John’s next stop was the SanRemo Bakery in Toronto! Not only have I eaten the treats there many times, I lived right around the corner from it for years. For a couple of short months, I worked there in my teens.

This bakery is the inspiration behind Josie Marino’s bakery in my romance Sweet Hell. LSB_Sweet Hell_450x600


Everything is the same. The Italian delicacies, the cakes baked in-house, and the cavernous bakery in which Josie shares her first kiss with immortal hero Dionysus (minus the god, of course. I’m pretty sure Dionysus never frequented the SanRemo Bakery).

This episode of You Gotta Eat Here is now online. If you loved Sweet Hell, give it a watch and you’ll truly understand why I was so moved to include it as one of my settings. I worked for the Bozzo brothers, not the ones in the episode, but their fathers, and I cherish my memories there. Catch the episode here: SanRemo is the third restaurant featured in the clip.

They even provide the recipe for their famous cannoli. Remember how much Dionysus loved these cannoli?

I’m so pleased to share this part of my past with you and I hope you’ll see why it was such an inspiration to me.

A taste of Night Lover!

I’m currently in the midst of edits on Night Lover, my upcoming release with Hartwood Publishing. In fact, this whole season will be a whirlwind of edits. I just finished edits on Vice, my Sept. 22 release with Samhain, and I’m about to go into the editing process for Predator’s Trinity, my next Gemini Island Shifters book with Liquid Silver Books. Three publishers, three sets of editors, three house styles. It’s been a challenge and a great experience.

As I work on Night Lover, I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce you to hero Finn Mackenzie. I love Finn. He probably gets the least “air time” of all my heroes, but that’s because this isn’t your typical romance. Night Lover is actually two romances in one. There is a modern-day romance between Finn and Renata Bruno, a classical soprano. And we also have a Regency romance between Hugh Dawlish and Claudia Sebastiano, characters Renata learns about. I won’t give away any twists and turns yet, but suffice to say, Finn isn’t happy when Hugh Dawlish intrudes into Renata’s life. Hugh is cursed, you see, and exists as an incubus. Renata is his latest conquest.

But will he vanquish her? Not if Finn has anything to say about it.

Please enjoy the following snippet:

The morning sun just hinted at rising, the first few golden-pink rays tickling the window shade. Even with the window closed, I could hear the merchants in the high street as they began their trade, setting up boxes in their stalls and hosing down the walkways in front of their shops. The room smelled pleasantly stale. It smelled of Hugh and it smelled of Finn, and both scents had seeped into my pores, becoming one with mine. I hadn’t slept much, too disturbed by Hugh’s latest appearance. How could he…violate me in such a way? How could he violate us?

The worst part had been my body’s reaction to him, to them. As much as I wanted to despise Hugh’s touch, I couldn’t.  God help me, in the moment I’d wanted it just as much as I’d wanted Finn’s. I’d relished in both embraces, feeling each man had claimed separate parts of me. I’d never felt so alive and yet so ashamed..

And I’d never come with such brain-cracking force.

Even now guilt made my gut churn because I wanted to feel it again.

“I’m deranged,” I whispered to myself.

Hearing me, Finn moved, but his arm remained tight around me in a possessive clamp. He opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze a strange mixture of worry and intrigue. “How are you feeling?”

“God, Finn. I wish I knew.” I pulled away from him, just a little, thinking he’d want to distance himself from me. “You must hate me.”

He pulled me back into his arms, frowning, and then kissed me on the mouth. His hand smoothed over my hip, bringing me into stark realization of how right it felt to lay with him. “Am I acting as if I hate you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Haven’t I? Margaret thinks I invited him into my life. That he came to me because on some level I wanted him, wanted this. But I don’t, Finn. I never could have imagined someone, something, like him.”

He leaned in and touched his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, lingering on each one. “I know. And we’ll get past this.” When he looked at me again, the fiery glint in his eyes told of need and hunger. “I know what it is to lose you. And now, by some miracle, you’re back in my life. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you go again?”

My lips twitched in a grin. “I hope not.”

“No fucking way. And I certainly won’t lose you to some dead shithead. This isn’t fucking Wuthering Heights.”

Sharon Kleve #Giveaway! Taken by Love.

I’m always excited when we can do a giveaway. Today, author Sharon Kleve is giving away not one, but two, copies of Taken By Love!

How to win? Well, comment here and tell us why you want to read this book. Sharon will pick two winners and award them in the coming days.

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Book one of the exciting Taken Series will slip you into the world of drug cartels, DEA operations, and the never-waiving love between Arden and Lucy.

Arden Jones is a DEA agent and has seen and done it all. His transfer to a desk job is finally in reach. But, when his good friend is brutally murdered he must go after the cartel one more time while protecting the ones he loves.

Lucy Farris arranges flowers for a living, lives in a quaint house in the outskirts of Seattle, and has two adorable Siamese cats. The last thing she expects is to be kidnapped and used as bait to by the cartel to hunt the man she loves.



Thirty-six hours later. Back in the U.S.

I halted my one-sided conversation with the foul cockroach wedged between the wall and the table and watched through half-closed eyes as Sergeant Tom Barnaby stepped into O’Neill’s Bar and Grill. I reacted the same way when I stepped into the dimly lit bar. We both kept our backs against the door until our eyes adjusted. Barnaby walked toward me, loose-limbed, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I knew better. Years in law enforcement changed me, set me apart from everyone else. The average citizen couldn’t imagine the atrocities we witnessed. We worked for different agencies, hunting down and arresting scum of the earth who lurked in the streets, businesses, and behind the doors of suburban homes.

When Barnaby reached the cracked, orange vinyl booth he shook his head at the mess left on the table from the previous patron.

“Jones,” Barnaby said, as he looked around the bar. “You couldn’t have picked a classier place than this to meet?”

I didn’t comment, just acknowledged him with a nod, and motioned for him to sit. Without a word, Barnaby sat down, grabbed a grease-stained napkin, brushed the large, winged bug off the table and stomped on it.

For the last hour, the roach’s large antennas moved from side-to-side and back-and-forth when I spoke nonsense to him. I hadn’t gotten that much single-minded attention in days. Now, my short-lived friend was bug-guts on the bar floor.


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Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.

Sharon is a multi-published author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She loves romance. She loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other’s arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deserve—with a few bumps and bruises along the way.

One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.

When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.


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A taste of Orkney Selkies 3.

As some of my readers might know, I am hard at work on the third book in my Orkney Selkies series. Remember my other selkie men Calan and Mack? Well, they miss you.

Never got to meet them? Rectify it now at

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It’s been a while since I’ve been able to visit this mystical part of Scotland. I wanted to make sure that when I did, the story would be a good one. My working title for book 3 is The Selkie and the Siren.

As you may remember, Calan and Mack have several selkie brothers, and book 3 will be about red-haired brother Edan (you met him in book 1 and saw more of him in book 2).

It’s been hard finding photo inspirations for Edan but model Ashley Radford is very close to the image in my mind.


Edan will have a difficult journey, and a terrible foe in the shape of a siren. His heroine? Amy Woods, host of a TV show called Beast Seekers. She’s a gun-toting, crossbow-wielding creature hunter. She believes the world is peopled with strange beings, but she’s never met anyone quite like Edan.

I’m still working on the story line but thought I’d provide a little teaser here. Tell me what you think of this introductory passage. I’d love your feedback! It’s unedited, so be gentle with me. 🙂


Scapa Flow, Orkney, Scotland

“Watch your step, loser.”

George Linklater ignored his older brother Jim’s dig and kicked at the rocks beneath his feet. Manoeuvering this stony stretch of beach with Jim had not proven the idyllic adventure their mother had suggested. After all, Jim was ornery on the best of days, and George wasn’t exactly a happy camper at present either.

This trip sucked.

“You should be proud of your Orcadian heritage,” their mother had said after booking the flight that would take them from Bowling Green to Orkney. “Don’t you want to see where you came from?”

To think his parents had chosen Orkney over Jamaica. He could have been lying on a beach, appraising girls in bikinis. But no, Mom was all about discovering her roots, ever since watching that stupid show on genealogy. And now he had to put up with rain and wind and make small talk with a bunch of old relatives he barely understood because their accents were so thick.

“Go stroll the beaches,” Mom had urged. “Maybe you’ll see a seal, or a selkie, as the locals call them. I hear they’re easy to spot along the shore.”

Awesome. Bored to tears, he and Jim set out on a seal-spotting expedition, when they could have been sneaking some rum into their drinks at an amazing 5-star Jamaican resort.

“I’m tired of this shit,” Jim complained. “I don’t care about seals. I’m outta here.” He pulled a joint out of his pocket. “See ya later, virgin boy. Don’t follow me.” He turned and retreated down the beach, heading back to the road leading to their B&B.

“Asshole,” George muttered. Ever since Jim had lost his virginity, he’d been acting like fucking king of the world.

On his own, his thoughts turned to girls, as they did. What was Megan doing right now? One of the reasons he hadn’t wanted to travel as far as Scotland was because it seemed a world away from the cute cheerleader back home, the one who never gave him the time of day. When he returned, he’d bite the bullet and ask her out. He wouldn’t get anywhere if he didn’t try.

George wandered for a time, plotting his seduction of Megan. As he trudged over the pebbled shoreline, droplets of rain began to hit him in the face.

“Jesus Christ. More rain? Unbelievable.”

Peeved, he scanned the shoreline, looking for a place to hide out for a while. Thunder belched in the distance and the rain drops grew fatter. He spotted a sandstone rise jutting above the beach, enough so it could provide temporary shelter. It seemed as good as place as any to wait out the inevitable storm.

As he approached the rise, he noticed some birds perched above, watching him. Big ones. He didn’t like birds but as long as they kept their distance, he didn’t care.

Making himself as comfortable as possible under the sandstone ledge, he sat on a jutting piece of stone. At first, all he heard was the pelting rain, but he quickly caught another noise.

Someone was near, and she was humming. With each disconcerting note, the sound grew closer.

George stood and looked behind him. The storm had darkened the sky and his shelter was transformed by the shadows, resembling the inside of a grotto. He wouldn’t have thought someone could hide in there, but he couldn’t see the girl.

“Is someone here?” he said. “I won’t hurt you. Are you lost?”

The hum transformed, turning into a haunting melody, sung in the sweetest female voice he’d ever heard. The voice penetrated his brain with its clarity, even though her tones were soft. It had to be the weird acoustics under the rise.

Something about her voice seemed familiar yet exotic. Each lilt seemed to seep into his body, making every part of him stand at attention. Hairs, goose pimples, cock. “Hello?”

“Hello,” she echoed in her singsong voice, giggling.

If she looked as good as she sounded, he might need to stay a little longer. Forget Jim and the stupid seals.

“Come closer.”

God, she had a sexy voice. His heart pounded. Blood raced through his veins, making his dick painfully hard. He licked his lips. “Okay.”

He took a step toward the mystery girl. As if someone had shone a light, she was illuminated by a soft aura of light. It seemed to come came from her long, golden hair.

“Closer, still.”

George closed the short distance between them. She had full lips and the prettiest face he’d ever seen. And she was nude. He tried not to gawk at her full breasts and the slickness between her legs, but it was impossible. “You’re naked.”

“You’re not.” She giggled, her tits quivering with her laughter.

Jim had nothing on him.

Unable to believe his luck, George took off all his clothing. She watched him, her eyes twinkling with interest and hunger. As his body betrayed him, his cock almost reaching for her, he covered himself with his hands. I he didn’t pace himself, he’d spurt all over her.

She smiled, her teeth gleaming in the darkness, and stepped toward him. After removing his hands from his body, she stroked him, licking her lips.

“Ah, fuck. Who the hell are you?”

“Breena.” Her soft voice could have been a sigh. She removed her hand from his package and touched his hair. “Ginger hair, just like my Edan.”

“Who’s Edan?”

“Never mind.” Her eyebrows came together in a petulant frown but she smiled. “I’m hungry for you.”

He’d read somewhere that women appreciated dirty talk. “I’m, uh, hungry for you, too.”

She shivered, and then she made a strange noise. It sounded like a squawk.

“Are you okay, Breena?”

She trembled. No, she shook. He put out his hands to steady her, but then realized something was wrong. Her skin prickled, seeming to come alive with hideous movement. Every pore seemed to open at once, and she grew paler. Whiter.

White, like the color of goose down.

“What the fuck?” George pulled his hands back. He didn’t want to touch her anymore. What kind of freak hid among the rocks and sprouted feathers?

Her gaze pinned on him, she moved and fear held him fast. She didn’t walk as she had before, with the smooth movements of a human woman.

She hopped like a bird.

Her feet now bore sharp claws and her entire body was covered in the same layer of white feathers. Crooked at the elbow, her arms resembled wings. Her face remained that of a woman’s but he could not tear his eyes away from the abomination that was her body. Feathers everywhere … even all over that amazing rack. Pink nipples peaked out from under them.

Bile rose in his throat yet he could not run. He stood still, paralyzed by fear, but even more so by her deranged humming and the melody that grew faster and louder.

Breena backed him up against the wall of stone. She leaned into him, feather against flesh. Kissing him, she opened his mouth with her woman’s tongue. He tasted his own tears as they dripped between their lips. Her clawed feet pricked his human toes.

The most sensuous kiss of his life and, at the same time, the most horrifying. She wasn’t just kissing him.

She was tasting him.

Her tongue slid over his lips, cheeks and chin and then toward his neck. The monster then stopped and regarded him with the warm gaze of a lover. She smiled and lunged toward his neck.

And then everything went black.


Kirkwall, Orkney

Edan Kirk stuck the tiny umbrellas in the cocktail glasses as he finished preparing yet another series of those God-awful fruity drinks. He was thankful so many lasses frequented The Water Horse but wished a few more of them would order ale or hard liquor. There was something emasculating in pouring out pink slush all night long.

His friend pub owner Niall Barber looked over and laughed.

Edan rolled his eyes and pushed the drinks across the bar to the waiting customers, yet another troupe of lively American women. Clustered before him at the bar, they giggled and blushed and sipped their sweet concoctions.

“Thank you, Edan,” their ring leader trilled.

He stared at the petite blonde, trying to remember her name. As soon as they’d entered the pub, they’d spotted him, made a beeline for his area and had peppered him with their names. What was hers again? Shelley? Sheila? Shana. Yes, that was it. “You’re welcome, Shana, lass.”

The women looked at each other as if Brad Pitt had just confessed his undying love for the lot of them. Her cheeks pink, Shana turned back to Edan. “Oh, God. You Orkney men have such gorgeous accents. Say my name again.”

By Freya’s tits. He stifled a sigh. If it weren’t for the fact Niall was his best friend, he might be tempted to walk out of the damned pub. However, he’d promised Niall he’d be nice. The publican relied on the tourist trade and the lasses flocked to The Water Horse because they all heard about the bartender. Edan forced a smile. “Shana.”

They squealed as one horny unit of tipsy women. He supposed he couldn’t blame them for their exuberance. After all, they had no idea what they were up against.

The selkie folk, his people, held a certain sway over humans. Anyone from Orkney could tell tales of the “mythical” selkie folk, seal shape shifters. Their sexual adventures were the basis of much folklore in these parts. And anyone from this part of Scotland would swear selkies had a reputation for being astounding lovers, better than any human could ever hope to be. Selkies embraced their sensual sides and it allowed them to harness a sexual power of which mortals only dreamed.

The abilities of those like him made for major fantasy material, which was why Niall milked the hell out of the legends. Edan had recently added to his list of duties at the pub. Not only did he tend bar, he acted as unofficial storyteller for The Water Horse.

When Niall spotted customers who were ready to leave the pub, Edan would spin some choice yarns of intrigue and romance. Sure enough, the culture-hungry tourists would stick around for another drink.

But that didn’t mean Edan didn’t grow tired of exploiting his heritage. Others might think it a bit of fluff, but to him, it was history. And every selkie knew it was best humans never learned selkies were real.

He began to walk away when Shana called out to him. “Edan. Tell us again about how to find a selkie lover.”

Damn. He might be patient, but even he had his limits.

Niall, pouring pints for other customers, called out. “Go on, Edan. Tell them.”

He stood before them and crossed his arms, noting how their gazes followed the curves of his arms. He’d keep it short and sweet this time. “They say if you cry seven tears into the sea, you can call a selkie. And if you steal his selkie pelt after he’s shifted into human form, he’ll be obliged to pleasure you as long as you keep it.”

Shana’s gaze dropped and lingered below his waist. “You’d make an awesome selkie.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, lass. Selkies don’t exist.”

At another time Edan might have succumbed to her pretty pout. Hell, he might have taken her home and shagged her all night long. But for some strange reason, he just wasn’t in the mood.


Stay tuned, selkie lovers!