The Selkie Spell
by Sophie Moss
Seal Island Trilogy #1
Publication Date: November 6, 2011
Genres: Contemporary, Fantasy, Romance
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Winner of the gold medal for Best Romance/Fantasy, 2013 Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards.
American doctor Tara Moore wants to disappear. On the run from an abusive husband, she seeks shelter on a windswept Irish island and dismisses the villagers’ speculation that she is descended from a selkie–a magical creature who is bewitching the island. But when a ghostly woman appears to her with a warning, Tara realizes it was more than chance that brought her to this island. Desperate to escape a dark and dangerous past, she struggles against a passionate attraction to handsome islander, Dominic O’Sullivan. But the enchantment of the island soon overpowers her and she falls helpless under its spell. Caught between magic and reality, Tara must find a way to wield both when a dangerous stranger from her past arrives, threatening to destroy the lives of everyone on the island.
The Seal Island Trilogy
Author: Sophie Moss
Sophie Moss is an award-winning author of four full-length romance novels. Her stories are featured consistently on Amazon Kindle Bestseller Lists. Known for her captivating Irish fantasy romances and heartwarming contemporary romances with realistic characters and unique island settings, her books have appeared twice in USA Today. As a former journalist, Sophie has been writing professionally for over ten years. She has a B.A. in English from the University of Vermont and she is a long-standing member of Romance Writers of America. Sophie currently lives in San Diego, California, where she is writing her next novel. When she’s not writing, she’s walking the beach, volunteering at the local Humane Society, or working in her garden. Visit Sophie at her website at http://www.sophiemossauthor.com.
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“Remember that promise you made to me?” Dominic tipped her chin up. “When you said you wouldn’t hurt me or anyone I cared about? You leave today, you break that promise.”
“I didn’t ask for this,” Tara whispered. “I didn’t want this.”
“I think I’m starting to believe that.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek, his eyes like pale water. “What would happen if you stayed?”
“I can’t stay.”
“Where are you going to go?”
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Belfast. Dublin, maybe.”
“And then what?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
His voice was soft, gentle, like sea glass sliding over the waves. “I don’t want you to go.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispered, but when he threaded his fingers into her hair, she let the heady scent of him pull her in.
His breath was a whisper on her skin. “Don’t go.”
She searched frantically for a wall, for a defense when his fingers brushed the back of her neck, but when he touched his lips to hers, the need for him whipped through her, had her fitting her body to his.
And as the red sun rose, bleeding into the sky, Tara knew that it was him she’d been searching for, him she’d been running to all this time. He was the missing puzzle piece she’d been looking for. That last impossible-to-find piece that could make her whole.
The ocean crashed, surged against the cliff wall.
Sensing her urgency, her need, Dominic slid his hands up her back. His fingers curled into her hair and the scent of her shot into him like a drug.
A small sound escaped from somewhere deep in her throat. Her lips parted, drinking in the taste of him. Sugared almonds. Spiced rum. She raked her palms up the hard muscles of his chest, gripped those wide shoulders when her knees went weak. Her mind grew dizzy. And she clung to him, angling the kiss, taking it deeper, desperate for more.
He twisted his hands in the back of her shirt, fighting to maintain control. “Tara,” he breathed.
When her lashes fluttered open, and her eyes lifted, they were heavy and full of longing. “Dominic. I…”
He started to release her. Her pack was on the ground. All she had to do was grab it and run. Disappear. Like smoke.
But she didn’t pull away. She didn’t move. And, gazing up into eyes the color of liquid silver, she let out a long breath.
“There are things I can’t tell you. I won’t tell you.”
Dominic’s hand felt heavy and foreign when he lifted it to smooth her hair back from her face. “I can wait.”
“I need time to think. About this. About us. About everything.”
And when he stood there, his strong arms holding her, gazing down at her with those quiet, patient eyes, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She wasn’t leaving the island. She wasn’t leaving Kelsey. And she wasn’t leaving him.
Whatever was coming for her, she was going to face it. And when the first rays of sun shot over the island—ribbons of orange fire into the street—she hoped she was strong enough. And that she wasn’t making a terrible, terrible mistake.