A Selkie for the Season

About this book

Every legend says a man who finds a selkie's skin should hide it and keep her forever. Jory Pencarrow means to give it back.

He keeps the lighthouse on the Carn, a rock the tide cuts off twice a day, so nothing on this coast is ever lost — and so no one has to wait out his stammer or look at the scarred veteran who trades his baskets at three miles' remove.

Then the sea leaves something on his rock. Sela washes up half-frozen and all teeth, a selkie fleeing the lord who calls himself her keeper. Someone has hidden her sealskin — her freedom, her whole self — and he is coming to collect what he thinks he owns.

He could keep the skin. Instead he means to give it back — even if free means gone. But the water hiding it is failing by the day, the solstice bell rings only once, and to save her, the man who never asks for help must stand before the whole cove and ask out loud — and maybe be refused.

There will be tea, Dot Pengelly despairing of his housekeeping, Wren underfoot with questions, and a found family who feed you whether you like it or not.

Tender and warm as a winter kitchen, A Selkie for the Season is a standalone cozy seaside fantasy romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after, for readers of The Spellshop and Legends & Lattes. Bring a pot of something hot.