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Here’s a bit more from Enchanted Skye ~ The story is woven around a legend and a family who, to this day, claims they carry Selkie blood. Take a peek at the Look Inside on Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/Enchanted-Skye-ebook/dp/B00F0XLF5Q

Blurb:
Alexander MacCodrum belongs to a race of shape-shifting sea creatures living on Scotland’s Isle of Skye. When Jenna MacLeod unknowingly adds seven tears to the salt of the sea, she accidentally unleashes an ancient charm that catches the transformed Selkie unawares. Under this binding spell, Alex must win Jenna’s heart, or the pain of unrequited love will drive him to take his own life. Unfortunately for Alex, Jenna hasn’t come to Skye looking for love and it could take the force of a hurricane to bring them together. But worse, Jenna’s violent ex-boyfriend has found her at last and Carl has made it perfectly clear – if he can’t have her, no one can.

Setting the Stage:
After encountering a beautiful woman scattering ashes in the tidal pool, Alex rushes home. He’s been away at sea for months and he knows if anyone has news of the lovely stranger at the lighthouse, it’ll likely be his sister Bea.

Snippet:
He hadn’t been home in a while because that was the way of it, the restlessness in his blood that was his birthright. The family lived between the worlds of sea and land. The first MacCodrum to take a Selkie to wife more than two thousand years ago stamped the gift of two worlds on their line and with it came the constant pull… the need to return to the water whether one got the shape-shifting gene or the fishing gene. His extended family came with both.

Like him, his brothers Lachlan and Gavin, their sister Beatrix and their father, all lived equally in the surf and in the town. They were Selkies, as were the rest of Clan MacCodrum spread over Scotland and the islands of the Hebrides. Save for seven shifters scattered through the larger extended family, his cousins were mostly fishermen, and all possessed a sea creature’s intuition when it came to finding the good haul. That his Irish mother carried the Roan gene, though wasn’t one herself, was the reason his portion of the family line had more shifters than not.

Doled out for the tourists, the local legends pointed fingers at their family’s romantic origins but the tales were no different than those about the bogie man, faerie folk or ghostly specters on the moors. No one took them seriously for all they were true. They’d go to the pub on occasion and if there were tourists a neighbor would rib them good-naturedly. The latest being, “Where ye hidin’ yer seal skin, Lachlan?” to which his eldest brother replied, “Now if I tell ye Ronnie Nash, and ye find it, I’ll have to wed ye! And man, yer not my type!”

The tourists loved it and the locals howled, and god love them, none saw the truth right before their eyes. That was another Selkie gift, the gift of glamour. You only saw what a Selkie wanted you to see.