Hi Bernadette and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, The Lord and the Mermaid!
Please summarize the book for the readers here:
The Lord and the Mermaid is a retelling of The Little Mermaid. Merielle flees her people, desperate to begin a life that doesn’t involve murdering sailors. She runs straight into the arms of Nikolas Cosara who has exiled himself after a series of tragedies including the disappearance of his brother. Nik has every reason to hate the mermaid but gives her refuge hoping she might lead him to his lost sibling. Unfortunately, Merielle holds not one but two secrets that could destroy any hope of happiness for the couple.
Please share the opening lines of this book:
Nikolas Cosara loved the beach after a storm, and last night’s had been as fierce as any he’d seen. Nik always walked the beach the morning after tempest, driven to explore the flotsam the waves left behind and carving the driftwood into sea creatures. Sometimes he found treasures in the piles of debris.
Please share a few Fun facts about this book…
- Merielle, the mermaid, has a dolphin tail, not a fish tail.
- Nikolas, my hero, has blonde dreadlocks.
- Merielle was featured in The Lady’s Choice- or at least we heard her song and saw her tail.
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?
The scene I’d use for the audition of main characters would be when Merielle and Nikolas first meet and Meri is trying to get Nikolas to help her:
Inspiration zapped through Meri. “I do not think you would have harmed me. And now that we have exchanged names, I believe your honor will not allow you to abandon me.” She took a deep breath to steady the sickness in her stomach.
Nikolas’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at her. “If I did help you, what could you offer in return?”
“Is it not enough to help someone who is down on their luck?”
“Perhaps it would be if you were a human woman, but one of the murdering sea people? I don’t think so.”
Meri gasped at his rudeness. “Perchance you have no honor, after all?” She must rest and soon or she would pass out.
Nikolas stood and Meri couldn’t help but cringe at his abrupt movement. Would he now harm her? She prepared “the song” for she would not give her life to this man.
“Perhaps I’ve forsaken honor,” he spat. “Perhaps your people have carved it from my heart.”
Meri’s spirit quailed in the face of his bitterness. Had she met the only human man who would not aid her? “I know not what I can offer in exchange for your help, Lord Cosara.”
Her words seemed to anger him further. “I’m no lord!”
What do you want people to take away from reading this book?
I want readers to enjoy this story, to love the characters and to want to know more about this world that I’ve created.
What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2015?
I’m currently working on a story that will be the third in the Wildecoast saga. The hero will be a pirate and the heroine a smuggler. I can’t wait to get started on the writing- it’s still in the concept phase at the moment.
I have another release on the 26th November 2015, called The Elf King’s Lady. That story follows on from The Lord and the Mermaid and is the love story of Nikolas Cosara’s best friend Kain Jazara. Readers will meet Kain and Alique in The Lord and the Mermaid.
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Excerpt from The Lord and the Mermaid:
Nikolas Cosara loved the beach after a storm, and last night’s had been as fierce as any he’d seen. Nik always walked the beach the morning after tempest, driven to explore the flotsam the waves left behind, carving the driftwood into sea creatures. Sometimes he found treasures in the piles of debris.
A dark mound appeared on the beach ahead, likely a dead sea creature. As he drew closer, he discerned a tail, like that of the dolphins which frolicked in the bow wave of boats. Pain seared his heart at the thought of the majestic creature beached, never again to laugh at the folly of sailors. Yes, definitely a dolphin’s tail, smooth and gray, not a scale to be seen. No more could be spied of the beast as seaweed and driftwood covered the remainder, along with the strands of a scarlet wig, the kind that ladies sometimes wore at court.
Nik tugged at the red strands but couldn’t remove the wig from the pile. He dragged the seaweed away instead and froze. He had revealed a woman’s chest, complete with perfect breasts. Her alabaster skin held a faint green tint, but he couldn’t see her face. Frantic, he tossed away debris, seaweed and driftwood and turned her to the weak morning sun. A pulse beat feebly at her throat but her breath barely moved her chest. He pushed aside the rest of the debris, his heart pounding fit to burst from his body.
A sneaking, murdering, mermaid. Fury swept through him and he clenched his teeth to hold in the shriek that fought its way from his throat. At last he’d found a small piece of revenge against the sea nymphs; a life for his brother’s. He stared at the perfect features, full pale lips, high cheekbones, long reddish lashes, placed in a heart-shaped face that had likely lured dozens of sailors to their deaths. And that bosom, no man could gaze upon that without wanting to touch the luscious curves. Oh yes, this monster had all the tools of the trade but she’d not kill another man if he had anything to say about it.
Nik pulled the knife from his boot and raised it, ready to deliver a fatal strike. Something stayed his hand. A kernel of sanity urged him to use this being to discover what happened to Jon. Suddenly, Nik was looking into brilliant sea-green eyes. A keening song sliced through his skull and he stiffened, the knife falling from his hand.
I have killed him! Merielle’s heart faltered as she watched the man topple to the sand. It was the shock of seeing him standing over her, brandishing that knife, knowing he meant to kill her. Helpless on the sand, her only defense had been “the song” and she had used it without thought, desperately, instinctively. The humans were right, her people were monsters.
Meri hauled herself out of the rubbish, her head whirling, and fell back as agony lanced through her right shoulder. She clutched it, resting against the driftwood, breathing deeply until the pain began to ebb. Beached and injured! How her mother would sneer at her! She gathered her breath and pushed a pile of driftwood from her hips with her good arm. This time she was able to roll towards her victim. She placed a hand on his chest, felt its gentle rise and fall.
He lives! But even as she watched, his skin lost what color it had, his breathing slowed. Meri closed her eyes and crooned her healing song, low at first and then louder, but not so strong that he would regain his senses too soon. His mind waves stuttered and returned to a normal rhythm; well, normal for a human. His broad chest heaved and settled into the even breaths of sleep. Meri sighed. This man would not die at her hands, making a mockery of her life, of her plans.
She studied the human. His skin was tanned a golden brown and his honey-blond hair tangled into long locks that he tied in a bunch at the back of his neck. His lips were full and sensual, his nose straight and strong, slightly broad at the nostrils, neatly-trimmed hair lay above and below his mouth. The wicked scar that sliced across his left cheekbone enhanced his beauty, made him appear dangerous, even while asleep.
Meri’s gaze fell to the man’s torso and there she truly lost her breath. His shoulders had an impressive width, swooping into upper arms the size of most men’s thighs. A smattering of golden hair peeked from the open neck of his shirt and she ran her hand up through it. He groaned and turned his head but did not wake. She seized the knife and hid it beneath her.
He had wanted her dead when he saw her among the rubbish. That was natural, their peoples ever at war. She had come here to change that in her small way but had not banked on the storm. At least it might stop her family from pursuit long enough for her to escape. But now Meri was injured, her options limited. She could not linger in the shallows and around the harbor, hoping to tempt a man to take her into his heart. She had not the strength for that, not for weeks yet if she was any judge of an injury. And this man’s hatred was too strong for her to believe he would help her.
Meri arranged her long red tresses to cover her breasts and took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She could manage him if he reacted with violence again. She could. He groaned and her traitorous heart stirred. Anything could happen. He was a man, wild and uncultured, beautiful and fierce, and he hated her.
And then he opened his eyes, magnificent turquoise orbs that reminded her of the scales on the little reef fish. She could not look away. He stiffened and levered himself up on his elbows. The muscles of his stomach bunched and she pulled her hand away. His gaze raked over her and Meri was glad she had covered her breasts.
“What do you want?” he said, his voice deep and low.
“I do not wish to hurt you, sir,” Meri said.
He drew in a quick breath. “You speak my language.”
She gave a delicate snort. “Of course I do. If you bothered to ask, I could have told you that earlier. Instead you tried to kill me.”
“I contemplated it.” He looked around and Meri knew he was looking for his knife.
“Is this what you seek?” She held up the wicked blade, the movement sending a stab of agony into her shoulder. Her stomach roiled at the pain but she tried to hide it. “I’m afraid I shall have to keep it, if only to ensure my safety.”
“You’ve proven you need no knife, madam,” the man said, rubbing his right temple as if it still throbbed.
“Ho! So now I’m madam. Thank you very much.”
“Why am I not dead?” He sat up and Meri braced for his lunge.
“Contrary to your opinion, I did not try to kill you, only defend myself.” Perhaps she might talk herself out of this?
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Very noble of you, but why would you stay your hand?”
Meri lifted her chin. “I have my reasons. Besides, why need there be war between our peoples?”
“I’ve good reason to hate your kind,” he said. “Even if it wasn’t personal, your people are a plague on the oceans.”
“I could say the same. You have no right to sail the seas, dropping your waste and stealing our bounty. But I do not want to argue with you. I need your help.”
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Fans of C.L. Wilson will love this fantasy romance about two lovers from different worlds who will break the laws of land and sea in their quest to be together.
Mermaid Merielle has fled the sea, disgusted at the actions of her people and desperate to build a life for herself on land. But to truly live as a woman, she must
Lord Nikolas Cosara has lost his brother at sea, and is driven to discover whether his sibling has died at the dangerously seductive hands of a mermaid. But when Nik finds Merielle washed up on the beach, he reluctantly saves her. Despite his antipathy for her kind, Nik is increasingly drawn to Meri, who is slowly working her way into his damaged heart.
Meet the Author:
Bernadette Rowley is an author of fantasy romance who grew up on rural properties on the Sunshine Coast, Queensland, Australia. Her teenage years were spent training her beloved horses, reading the fantasy stories of Tolkien, Brooks and Eddings and dreaming of becoming a vet.
Bernadette graduated in 1987 and now works part time as a vet, allowing her five days a week for her passion, writing. She lives in Townsville with her husband of 27 years, their sons and Slippers the cat. Her other interests are reading (fantasy and romance), singing (a capella), cricket and music.