Praise Stealing the Selkie’s Heart by Ella Rose
“This was a dazzling novel that had everything I look for in a paranormal romance and more! Even the setting of the Hebrides Islands in Scotland created a scintillating atmosphere that pulled me in and wrapped me up in the story.”-Nora, StpreyBook Reviews “This book was filled with intrigue, magic and blazing attraction! I loved watching Ronan and Una's friendship grow as well as their romantic feelings. This was the perfect fall read for me!”-Bee, BookPleasures.com “A fun novel with a great HEA. I am looking forward to finishing the prequel. More fun awaits!”- John P., Amazon “Stealing the Selkie's Heart is a cute love story between a fisherman's widow and a selkie warrior. one of the funniest utilizations of romance novel "logic" we've read in a while. It's also fun to read along with the "whodunnit" portion of the book. If you like your PNR on the short, cute, & sweet side, this is a fun one to read.”- Meg Richmond, Reedsy Discovery
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Nadene,
Thanks so much for hosting my
exclusive excerpt of Saving the Selkie’s Heart, Book 2 in The Selkie
Seas series. This scene takes place shortly after Lyall has changed back from a
selkie to a human for the first time. In the aftermath, she and her guardian,
Ceannas, share an intimate moment.
***
They trudged
up the stairs, Ceannas leading the way down the small hallway to the door to
their room. He opened it with a flourish and gestured for Lyall to step inside.
She glared at him as she passed, and he grinned. It was too easy to get under
her skin.
But she
stopped just inside the threshold, and he bumped into her. “What’s the problem,
princess?” he snapped.
She turned
and gestured to the room. “There’s only one bed.” She stood with her arms
wrapped around her body, as if she might break into tiny pieces if she didn’t
hold herself together. She was shaking.
“Lay down.”
Her look was
apoplectic. “I will do no such thing!” she hissed. He thought he detected a
thread of fear in her voice. He looked more closely at her, noting the shaking
shoulders and the panicked look she cast between him and the bed.
Ceannas
rolled his eyes. “You’re barely standing as it is. Lay down before you fall
down.”
She glared
at him for several long seconds, then glanced at the bed. He saw her face
change seconds before her legs gave way. As she collapsed, he stepped forward,
halting her fall so that she didn’t hit the floor. He lifted her up, one arm
around her ribs, sliding her other arm over his shoulders so he could help her
ease herself down on the bed.
She groaned
as she sprawled out, her feet hanging off the edge of the bed. With her arms
spread out to either side, she took up the entire sleeping space. Ceannas
sighed. This was going to be a long night indeed.
He knelt at
the foot of the bed and eased the shoes off her feet, wincing as he saw the
broken blisters along the backs of her heels. Why hadn’t she said anything
about the pain? he wondered, then glared up at her. Of course Lord Prion’s
daughter wouldn’t have said anything.
Though, he
had to admit, he admired her tenacity. Few newly changed selkies would have
managed a swim like hers and still had the reserves to make the trek through
the city to find shelter. That she had remained standing at all was a testament
to her iron willpower. It was a trait he respected.
She
whimpered as his strong hands massaged the tender sole of one foot. Her toes
curled as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles along her arch, then slid upward to
flex each toe and stretch it away from her heel. While his thumbs rubbed along
the bottom of her foot, his fingers wrapped around to rub small circles along
the bony top of her foot. He slid a finger gently between her toes, spreading
them slightly, and she groaned in pleasure.
“Why are you
doing that?” she asked, her voice muffled against the bedspread.
“Because I
know what it feels like after your first change. Your entire body was one huge
muscle in the water, and now it’s not. You have to take care of yourself the
first few times you change until your body gets accustomed to it.”
Her answer
was a deep groan as he switched his attentions to the other foot.
His hands
worked their way up her legs, gently rotating and stretching the small muscles
of her ankles, then massaging her calves, one-by-one. But when his hands slid
up the backs of her knees to her hamstrings, where he knew she’d be tightest,
she pulled her legs up to her stomach and raised up to look at him over her
hip.
“What are
you doing?” she asked in a sleepy voice. He knew she’d been dozing under his
ministrations and he’d let her, keeping quiet and monitoring the change in her
breathing that told him she had started to drift off.
“Helping,”
he murmured.
He
concentrated on the feel of her muscles. As he spread more of the mixture down
one side of her ribs, he watched her back muscles flex in response. The sight
of them caught his attention, and he paid closer attention to the movement of
her body as he rubbed small circles into her skin.
His thumb
found a knot along her shoulder blade, and he pressed more firmly into her
skin. She moaned into the bed sheet, in pain and pleasure both, and he found
his stomach tightening at the sound.
Stop
that! he told himself. She’s Lord
Prion’s daughter, not some female that caught your eye! That should have
made all the difference, should have dashed his arousal like a splash of cold
water.
Yet he found
his tongue slipping along his lower lip as he rubbed more circles over the
strong bone of her shoulder blade. She moaned again, and it was like she had a
direct line to his more intimate areas the way they jerked in response.
He found
himself timing his breaths with hers, inhaling as she did and exhaling on her
small whimpers of pleasure. His hands worked harder and deeper into her
muscles, enjoying the noises he could elicit from her.
Her skin was
as soft as he’d suspected. As he savored each movement of her body underneath
him, he felt the muscles in his own arms warm with the exercise of massaging
her aching muscles. Losing himself to the sensations, he closed his eyes and
imagined his hands moving lower on her body, pictured her flipping over and
exposing herself fully to him to rub and caress and touch as he pleased. In his
mind, she wore a smile and nothing else.
It was a
delicious thought.
***
I hope you enjoyed this tantalizing
scene between Lyall and Ceannas. And spoiler alert: it gets steamier from
there! You can read more about their adventures (both in the bed and out of it)
in Saving the Selkie’s Heart, Book 2 in the Selkie Seas series by Ella
Rose.
Best,
Ella Rose
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