New Release: Make Me Wet by Nara Malone


Nara Malone has partnered with Goddess Fish Promotions to spread the word about her new book, Make Me Wet. And since I’m nosy, I posed a few questions so we can all learn a bit more about her and her writing.

Please join me in welcoming Nara!

Describe your writing space.

My favorite writing retreat is a virtual world of Nara’s Nook that I built with several members of our Greyville Writer’s Colony. I step out of reality and into an avatar body to explore mystical settings and create characters like shape shifting tigers and Selkies. Walking around inside fictional worlds makes the story real for me and I think that carries over into my writing.

What comes first when you create a new story – plot, characters or other?

Characters come first. They sometimes show up with a story they tell me as I write. Other times, like with Make Me Wet, the character shows up with a problem. Ronin, my hero, was cursed to spend eternity as a Selkie, human only once every seven years. Only a woman capable of resisting him for an entire night could break the curse. And since no woman can resist the magic lure of a selkie’s pheromones, Ronin’s situation seemed hopeless. I love a good challenge and even I didn’t know how to set Ronin free when I started the story.

What was the inspiration behind Make Me Wet?

I first read about selkies in high school. I can’t recall the book, but I do recall that seals were supposed to be humans who’d committed some wrong in life and were banished to the sea to suffer for their sins. Standing on the shore listening to the haunting cries of seals in the mists makes that old legend sound plausible. The idea stayed with me and when I was invited to join the multi-author Passions Portal series I chose water as the element I’d focus on, knowing I’d write a selkie tale.

What do you like best about your heroine in Make Me Wet?

I love Maille’s connection to the animals around her. Despite her clinging to science and facts, she can’t resist the pull of her intuition and that primal connection to creatures in need.

About Make Me Wet

Cover_Make Me WetSeven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie, summon seal across the ocean, summon man from beast—liquid keys to break the curse. Freed one night every seven years, Ronin is doomed to repeat that cycle into eternity. Unless he can find a woman powerful enough to resist a selkie’s irresistible pheromones and sex magick.

Maille believes she lost reality between Maine and New Mexico. Between where she is now and where she should be. She believes in facts, not magick. But facts can’t explain how she wound up naked on a beach with the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. Or how she knows in her bones that losing herself in the passion Ronin offers is a path to disaster.

It’s going to be a long, hot, wet night. Caught between sex magick and a sexy selkie, disaster is inevitable for Maille. To break the enchantment she has to rely on the oldest magick of all—the power of love-drenched hearts.



A piercing cry rose above the thunder of surf. Human? A seal could sound so human it was hard to tell the difference. Whichever, Maille recognized it as a wail of mortal distress. She couldn’t say how she understood that, no more than she could say how she wound up on the beach. One fact she was certain of—she couldn’t ignore it.

Without thought for consequences she plunged into the surf, diving under swells, power-stroking through roiling water.

Once past the breakers Maille paused, treading water as she turned in circles, searching in the inky swells for the curve of a human head. Impossible with the waves breaking moonlight into sequined facets and the rise and fall of swells tall as houses.

She’d never find him. She needed him to cry out once more.

“Come on. Give me a hint.”

An irregular shape, not seal-like or wavelike, caught her attention. As she paddled closer, she made out a man waving, heard his hoarse cry before his head disappeared below a wave. He resurfaced choking.

She dove under the water, swimming straight for where she’d seen him last. She resurfaced as he went under again, but she was close enough now to reach his long hair, swirling like dark kelp in the water. She grabbed a handful.

It was surprisingly easy to pull him along, as if he had managed to overcome his instinctive terror and submit to her rescue. He might not have been so submissive had he realized, as she did now, that they weren’t making progress.

Riptide. Crap.

Maille fought down a sudden kick of panic in her chest, struggling to swim parallel to the shore, caught by swells that tossed them dangerously close to jagged rocks. She had to concentrate her energy on swimming north until they were beyond the rip where she was free to swim shoreward.

When her feet finally found ground, a wave slammed her, flinging them both onto the sand. Depositing them in a tangle of limbs. Maille on top.

A small wave washed over them, and the sensation was that of a liquid blanket settling around her shoulders and then melting away. Panting, draped over his body, Maille was too spent to lift her head from a pillow of seaweed.

Another wave swept up, warm liquid fingers caressing her thighs.

She needed to move him higher up the beach, away from the rising tide, see to his needs. With a groan she pushed up to hands and knees, still straddling his body.
Damn! She’d hauled in one hell of a wet dream. Jet-black hair fanned out on the sand. His body lean, long and lusciously muscled. She started to lick her lips, caught herself, and forced her tongue back in her mouth. She was supposed to be saving his life, not jumping his bones.

Something was wrong. That realization drowned attraction in a wave of adrenaline.

His chest didn’t seem to be moving. Her breath caught and her heartbeat kicked up to double time. Maille thought there’d been a slight rise and fall of his chest beneath her breasts when they’d first washed ashore. His lips looked blue. But when she put her ear to his chest, the beat of his heart was strong and quick.

She scraped her mind for facts.

Fact—a heart could beat for several minutes after breathing stopped.

Would his lips still be blue?

Fact—in the moonlight everything looked blue.

Fact—his eyelids were at half-mast, and there was a barely perceptible gleam aimed at her. He probably didn’t need to be resuscitated.

Fact—she could discover the state of his respiration in other ways than this slow descent of her head and the pressing of lips to his. He tasted like sin and secrets.

His lips were warm and firm under hers, and they parted in a humid mingling of breath. Goddess, he smelled wonderful. She inhaled the scent of male and mystery laced with magick. Worries over what was real, what wasn’t, where she was, trickled away like so many grains of sand.


Fuck a bunch of facts.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Whether it’s a shifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM romance where love digs into a character’s shadows, Nara believes romance should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually, emotionally, and sometimes physically.

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Nara will be awarding a $20 Ellora’s Cave gift card plus a reader residence in Reader Cove at the Virtual Greyville Writer’s Colony to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Reader Cove is part of the Virtual World at Nara’s Nook.  The website can be found at:

This page has a couple of slideshows about the colony for readers and writers:

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Follow the tour and leave comments at each of the stops. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found on the Goddess Fish website at: