Here’s Carolyn’s blurb for Wildish Things, available from Samhain Publishing: One man. One woman. One Harley. And one dangerously horny goddess. Ireland may never recover. A year after a horrendous accident, wildlife artist Beith Molloy journeys to Ireland to get her career back on track. And maybe recover her missing spirit of adventure. A twist of fate lands her with sexy, bad-boy tour guide Kellan O’Neill, who whisks her away on his Harley to the wild and mysterious Burren. Like the Burren, Kel is not what he seems on the surface. His impulsive plan to kidnap Beith – all in fun, of course – and entice her into a casual summer fling starts to go awry when her wounded spirit touches his heart. Things go even more sideways once they set foot on the Burren.
What awaits them there is the Cailleach, an ancient, nearly forgotten goddess who’s bored, lonely, and more than a little horny. When Beith and Kel begin their dance of seduction, the Cailleach sees her chance to use their desire to release her pent-up lust. There’s just one problem. Legend has it that once the Hag’s lust is aroused, men die.
My thoughts: I love the title. I mean, really, what a good title. And a great cover–knew if was by Anne Cain–didn’t even have to read the credit. So, I used to like Carolyn Ivey, as well as someone likes a friendly colleague virtually, you know? Now I simply want to scratch her eyes out. There’s only so much plot you’re going to get moving in a novella, and this one is short. Of course, there’s only so much plot you need, as well, to get the hero and heroine together, in bed, and in love. There was a really nice twist in this one. The Hag. The Cailleach, brought to us in small intervals, exposed bit by bit until we believe in her along with the protagonists. This is a difficult book for me to describe. The characters were great, although Kellan’s bad-boyness was rescued just in the nick of time to make me love him. Beith is a great character.
The setting is lovely and magical. There are so few books about magical happenings that feel magical. That’s it–this had the feel of a child’s fairy tale, like a lushly illustrated child’s book, except painted with words. And, of course, the hot steamy sex. I’m not sure how it was done, which is the beauty of Ms. Ivey’s writing, of course. Made it look easy, and I know damn well it isn’t. Her writing is smooth, flawless, like a sparkling stream, carrying a bit of your imagination along with it. The dialog sparkled with humor as well.
Whether you’re Irish American (in which case this is a must read), or simply like fairy tales for adults, or like erotic romance…I’m having trouble figuring out who wouldn’t like this book! I wish I had more to say about it, but perhaps it charmed me somehow.