Hi Everyone, V here! Today I am excited to welcome Rosanna Leo to the blog to talk about her newest release, The Selkie, costumes, and hot wet men!
I am so very happy to be here visiting with the lovely Vanessa North today! Thanks, Vanessa, for hosting me!
As we draw near to Hallowe’en, I thought it might be fun to talk a little about costumes. After all, I’m an author of mostly paranormal romances and clothing, or lack of it, can be very important when considering your characters.
Take the hero from my recent release The Selkie. Calan Kirk is a mystical figure. Selkies are seal shape shifters, whose mythology originates from Scotland and Ireland. Calan is a Scottish selkie from Orkney. No kilts for our boy, Calan, however! No, in planning his fictional life, I knew we needed something different for him.
The first time my heroine Maggie sees him in the flesh, he’s sporting only flesh! That’s right. Because selkies are sexual entities, I wanted that established immediately. Maggie watches that first night as this insanely gorgeous man arises out of the waves on a lonely Scottish beach. At first, she thinks he’s lost his shorts in the surf! Calan is nude, overwhelmingly so. And Maggie cannot help but catalog his immense attributes as she gawks at him.
When we see Calan at other times in the novel, he’s generally wearing biker gear. Leather jackets, boots, jeans that look as if they’ve seen better days. His long hair tied back carelessly in a ponytail. He looks like the proverbial bad boy.
But is he?
Maggie’s journey allows her to glimpse the selkie man beneath the bad boy garb, to say nothing of the killer abs and hard muscles.
Is there a character from romance literature who’s caught your imagination because of what he/she wears, or doesn’t wear? I’d love to know!
The Selkie
Blurb:
This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.
To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.
Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.
As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.
Excerpt:
She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.
Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.
It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.
And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.
No. Impossible.
Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.
He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.
Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.
There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.
He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.
He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”
“You,” was his equally awed reply.
Rosanna Leo
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Find the Selkie at Liquid Silver Books, Amazon.com, or All Romance eBooks