Krista Holle is an indie author of The Lure of Shapinsay, published in
December, 2011. In the author's words, the book is a unique paranormal romance dealing with the very old
Scottish mythology of the selkies.
Here’s an excerpt:
A hand slid over my mouth and stifled my scream before I was even fully
awake. When my eyes sprung open, I was ready to be filled with the image
of a most ghastly villain, but instead it was forewarned magick that
filled my eyes, and I was filled with awe. A man in the lightest sense
of the word, loomed over me with eyes so wide and feral, I thought he
might howl to the moon. His words came out rough and breathy. “If you
make a sound, I’ll snap your scrawny neck.”
The sensible fear one should first feel when they are first assaulted, oozed reluctantly into me, and my eyes strained towards the darkened bedroom. Wake up, Blair.
“He sleeps like the dead,” the selkie hissed as if he read my mind.
Oh, bloody, bloody, the fire had done no good at all. I silently cursed my ignorance and Blair’s lame advice. The man above me was pearly white and as naked as the day he was born. Even in the blushing light of a dying fire, I could see the smooth skin of his chest and the tiny folds at his tight stomach as he curled over me. It was instantly clear why the women in the village laughed when I asked how I might recognize a selkie man. He would wear a lein and trousers no more than a fish.
The selkie man slipped his hand from my mouth then sniffed his palm.
“What?” I squeaked.
His dark eyes turned on me with such wildness and intensity; I believed his promise to break my neck. I pressed my lips together too frightened to move, but also mesmerized by the extraordinary sight of him—a wildebeest about to be eaten by a majestic lion. I was frightened—wasn’t I?
And here is the trailer:The sensible fear one should first feel when they are first assaulted, oozed reluctantly into me, and my eyes strained towards the darkened bedroom. Wake up, Blair.
“He sleeps like the dead,” the selkie hissed as if he read my mind.
Oh, bloody, bloody, the fire had done no good at all. I silently cursed my ignorance and Blair’s lame advice. The man above me was pearly white and as naked as the day he was born. Even in the blushing light of a dying fire, I could see the smooth skin of his chest and the tiny folds at his tight stomach as he curled over me. It was instantly clear why the women in the village laughed when I asked how I might recognize a selkie man. He would wear a lein and trousers no more than a fish.
The selkie man slipped his hand from my mouth then sniffed his palm.
“What?” I squeaked.
His dark eyes turned on me with such wildness and intensity; I believed his promise to break my neck. I pressed my lips together too frightened to move, but also mesmerized by the extraordinary sight of him—a wildebeest about to be eaten by a majestic lion. I was frightened—wasn’t I?
The Lure of Shapinsay is available from Amazon. I've never read anything about Selkies, have you?
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