Sunday, March 31, 2013

Continuing the blog tour for A Celtic Tapestry today we have a visit from Cormac Ó Conaill, who features in Livia Ellis's Beltane story

Welcome …..Tell us about yourself and the book you star in.
What to say about me…? Well my name is Cormac Ó Conaill, I’m the youngest of four boys, my family has called Baile Átha Cliath home since before the Vikings landed, I have a fondness for botany and a talent for reading the stars, and I am a druid. Just like all of the men in my family.
The story I appear in details the days I spent with the lovely Sorcha who held me prisoner with her witch’s love spell. Not that I was precisely chained to the bed until I entered the fire with her.

We know that most of us want to be different, so what is the one thing you wish the author had done differently with you?
The lovely Miss Ellis makes me seem so young! I mean, I am young, but not that young. I’m also far more responsible than I come across in writing. Granted I’d made some foolish mistakes which brought me to Sorcha’s door, but in my defense I had been chased by that band of hunters for some time. Perhaps a bit more maturity might have been nice. 

If you could have added something to the story, and the author would have let you, what would that have been?
That I loved Sorcha from the start and I never would have left her if necessity hadn’t prompted me to be on my way.

Is there anything you would have changed about the way the book is written? Would the writer have listened to you?
It’s awfully intimate. Not that the details aren’t deadly accurate, but honestly a little privacy behind the bedroom door would be appreciated. That said I do appreciate that she didn’t hold back on describing my prowess as a lover. Oh – and I don’t see how it was necessary to mention that I was a virgin before that first time with Sorcha.

What do you think of the author?
Nosey. Likes to talk. Can’t play the Irish harp despite the number of lessons she’s had.

You get the chance to have the author change your name what will it be?
Darth Vader. Joking. Liam Neeson – I’d never have a problem getting restaurant reservations again.

Give up three of your deepest, darkest secrets.
I’m not allowed to have secrets. I’m in love with a witch and I live in a small rural Irish town. Keeping secrets is practically impossible and definitely not worth the effort.

What do you love best about yourself?
That I can transform into a bird and fly. It’s the most marvelous thing you could imagine.  

What do you like least?
I can be a bit annoyingly superior when it comes to being a druid. But that’s just druids.

How do you feel about the book you're in?
It makes me blush. It takes a lot to do that. I’m a druid. A creature of nature. Not much makes me blush. It makes me blush.

Can you share one of your favorite parts of the book without giving too much away and tell us why you chose it?
The moment I stepped through the Beltane fires with Sorcha and that whisper of a spell she’d placed upon me was gone. I knew beyond a doubt that I loved her and we were meant to be together – despite what she was determined to believe.

How do you see your future? Without giving anything away.
Quiet, calm, peaceful, and filled with music and love.

Will you feature in any more books?
Yes. I know that there are already two more written.

Let's say they make a movie about this book.
Who do you want to play you, and why?
Oh tricky! Who could play me…? Jonathan Rhys Meyers? Would I dare be so bold? Why not. There you go.

Anything else you would like to tell us?
Tá an lá go maith! Have a great day!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Welcoming A Celtic Tapestry, new release, on their blog tour

Moon Rose Publishing has just released their newest book, A CELTIC TAPESTRY 
 An anthology between eight authors, each one has taken their own twist on one of the Celtic festivals of the year. From sunny spring to chilly winter, everyone’s favourite season is given a fresh and enticing take in this wonderful collection. To celebrate, Moon Rose Publishing is also hosting a fabulous giveaway as part of the release!

The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc.

Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create,
 A Celtic Tapestry

Excerpt from Beltane Fires, Livia Ellis
Fionnuala hummed for a moment then went to the door. “Fenton!” she called to the woods. “Fenton, show yourself and I’ll give you a treat.” She left the door open before returning to her basket of cuttings and withdrawing a bundle of mistletoe. “Take this.” She shoved the bundle at Cormac and instantly he looked healthier.

“Thank you,” he sighed. “I’ve lost my knife.”

“You really are in trouble,” Aoife snorted.

“What to do with you is the question,” Sorcha mumbled as she put the kettle on the fire.

“Make him take a bath?” Aoife suggested, sniffing the air.

A throat clearing at the door caught their attention. “You promised me a treat?”

“Fenton,” Fionnuala said. “Look at the druid. Is there an enchantment on him?”

Fenton looked at Cormac. “Yes. My treat?”

Cormac made a face. “A  leprechaun?”

“Druid.” Fenton made a face like a bug had flown in his mouth at Cormac.

“He’s quite harmless,” Sorcha smeareda large hunk of brown bread with strawberry jam. “I have his pot of gold. He’s also quite useful on occasion.”

“What is the enchantment?” Fionnuala asked. “Leprechaun? Elf? Selkie?”

Fenton scrunched up his nose. “Looks like a witche’s spell to me. It’s not very powerful, but it does sort of buzz. I was wondering what that flickering through the bushes was last night. Thought it might be a pixie. Check his skin. He probably has a mark on him.”

Sorcha handed the leprechaun a plate with the slice of jam- covered bread. With a deep intake of breath, she opened her third eye and gave Cormac a good look. Then she laughed. She knew what the enchantment was, and who had put it on the significantly weakened druid. It was a love charm and she was the witch that had sent it out into the world in search of a man. A man with blue eyes and black hair with a gift for music. Life truly was funny, and the moon had an excellent sense of humor.

“Cup of tea?” Fenton asked. “Please? I’ll tell you another secret.”

“What’s the secret?” Aoife asked.

“Someone’s coming.” Fenton gobbled his bread. “Riders approaching. Four. There’s a hunter with them. He’s got a magical googaa. Sort of makes me feel a bit ill.”

“Give him a cup of tea,” Fionnuala told Aoife, putting an apron on over her dress and smoothing her hair. “I’m going outside to have a sniff around.”

“What about me?” Cormac asked, looking around. For the first time, he noted the house as it appeared on the outside couldn't possibly be as spacious as it appeared on the inside. Although it was hardly a palace, it was certainly comfortable.

“Just sit and be quiet,” Sorcha said as she slid an apron over her dress and tidied her hair. When she was in the guise of a simple country woman, she took a stoneware jar from above the hearth. From it she drew a handful of flour and tossed it over him with a muttered word.

*‘Copyright of Livia Ellis*

About Livia

Blond. Blue. 5'6". A lady never discloses her weight, but I've never had any complaints. I only run if I'm being chased by a gun wielding maniac, but I do love yoga. Bit of a shoe hound. Have had issues passing up handbags. Trying to learn to play the Irish harp. Enjoy both theater and concerts. Love to read fantasy and science fiction. Am not ashamed to admit I adore Star Trek. Have a picture of myself (dressed as a nun) and the late Patrick Swayze (dressed as a medieval warrior) in a frame (Yes - I did cry when he died). Perpetual student with advanced degrees that are mostly useless when seeking job opportunities outside academia. Vivid imagination. Sexually adventurous only on paper. I never know what to say when people end a conversation with 'god bless'. Occasionally play the lottery - but generally only when I'm feeling really poor. Love to travel. Fluent French speaker. Seeks readers whom enjoy what I write.

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And now for the giveaway! Well, what IS the free stuff? Moon Rose Publishing, as part of the A CELTIC TAPESTRY tour, is giving away a ton of good stuff. You could win a print copy of A CELTIC TAPESTRY, a sticker pack, bookmarks, a beautiful necklace and jewelled bookmark from Tara S Wood, or an e-book of the anthology!

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Saturday, March 23, 2013

The Romance reviews celebration party continues and Stone Kisses will be on offer today................

The Romance Reviews 2nd Anniversary Party continues until the end ofMarch with more than 400 participating authors and publishers. There are more than 400 prizes up for grabs during the whole month AND the Grand prize is a $100 Gift Certificate!

Stone Kisses will be in the game on
March 24, from 12:00am EST to 11:59pm EST. Follow this link Answer a simple question and enter the draw to win a kindle copy gifted from Amazon.

Two hunky guys and one lonely girl. A game left over from ancient times played between two earthbound gods.
READ A SNIPPET from this special romance novel

Outside the moon was shining on Mercury, and the cat was back to sit at his feet and stare as Mercury slowly moved his head to look up at Stella’s bedroom window.

He could feel her kiss on his lips and he felt the slightest pain where his stone heart was. She loved him. Justin had said so, and Justin always knew, just as Mercury did when it was his turn to be human.

Stella tossed and turned until with a start she woke up and lay staring at the sky about to lighten with the dawn. She jumped from her bed, and ran to look out at Mercury who stood there by the fishpond. With her heart thumping Stella threw on her jeans, a sweater, and shoes, and then ran quietly downstairs and out to the garden.

She approached Mercury as if he was her sanctuary. On reaching the statue, she put her hands up to hold his face and kissed his cool lips. When she left her lips against his, Mercury thought his heart might melt, literally, and yet he remained stone. His head inclined to hers as a slight wind ruffled her hair against his face, and he felt a tendril of his own hair tangle with hers. The moment was so special Mercury was able to put the merest pressure on her mouth with his lips, but Stella felt it and her eyes flew open.

She looked at his eyes. Was the kindness back in them? Had she felt the kiss? She didn’t know what to think and then she thought she must be losing her mind. All the same she placed a hand on Mercury’s chest where his heart would be, and she whispered, “Are you falling in love with me Mercury?”

If he could have answered, it would have been with a question of his own.

That morning Stella received a surprise phone call; it was from Justin.

“Justin,” Stella exclaimed when she found it was him. “I sent you a thank you note but I must say it over. Thank you so much for giving Mercury to me. I love him.”

Justin smiled and said, “I knew you would.”

Stella deciding in a wave of guilt for kissing Mercury that to say she loved the statue might sound odd added, “He looks so great in my garden by my fishpond.”

Justin smiled again before he asked, “I was thinking maybe you would like to have coffee with me one day, when you have time.” He made it sound casual so as not to spook her.

Stella remembered Justin’s long chestnut hair and hard body beneath his denim shirt. She considered how kind he had been. She was delighted with the invitation.

“I would love to Justin, were you thinking of today?”

Justin’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Christopher passing him with a carton of potted Rhapis excels and Christopher grinned because he knew who Justin was calling.

“That would be lovely Stella,” he said adding “there is a very nice coffee bar on the high street by the Book Bazaar do you know it?”

Stella did know it and they arranged to meet at two o’clock, which was when the coffee bar would not be quite so busy with lunchtime trade.