With: Joan Kayse
Congratulations to “Alice H.”, the winner in Joan’s giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!
Irish folklore is full of wondrous tales of legendary heroes, mystical goddesses and all manner of wild and wonderful magic. I grew up loving all of the stories, of fairies and goddesses, giants like Finn McCool and that love followed me into my adult life. So, in 2002, I took my first trip to Ireland.
It sounds cliché, but as soon as I drove away from the airport in Shannon (ok, eyes wide as I drove on the left side..eek) I knew I was home. My heritage is heavily Irish, and I chalked it up initially to my wild, writer’s imagination. But…as the trip went on, I knew it was more. There is a beauty, a mystical quality, a nurturing that is ingrained in this truly emerald isle that is beyond explanation. There was magic here and I’ll admit to looking over my shoulder more than once hoping for a glimpse of the Fairy Prince. Instead, I saw a black-haired, blue-eyed fine looking lad, a stone mason. And the idea for my series debut novel, RUARC: BOUND BY STONE was born.
My love for paranormal romances has been as long standing as my love of historical ones. Lots of great paranormal heroes and heroines…vampires, shifters, witches, combinations thereof but none of those really fit into my vision. What if, I reasoned, some of Ireland’s more famous myths came to life? What if the leprechauns weren’t really “little people”? What if their pot ‘o gold wasn’t truly gold but something more precious, more vital than wealth? What if the colors of the rainbow were sacred to the Fae, fueled their magic? What if they were hot, sexy warriors destined to save the world?
The fate of the world lies in the Essences of Life, the treasures of both mortal and Fae realms. Once every third era, the Essences must be assembled together at the sacred stone circle or life will sink into chaos and death. The safeguarding of these treasures has rested in the hands of the Leithprachaun, the warrior clan of the Fae. The Dark Banshee queen has released her wrath on the warrior clan and stolen the precious items, cursing them to give their heart, something the capricious Fae cannot do, to find them. The renewing is rapidly approaching and time is running out. Will dark forces gain the power of life, dooming the world to extinction?
Here’s an excerpt from RUARC: BOUND BY STONE
“Ah, cailin,” said Ruarc urging her to look left. “Do ye have this type of flower in the States?”
She shook her head and spoke slowly. “Yes. We call them dandelions.”
Shite. Of course he’d just shown her a weed. But that was better than showing her their hostess—all three inches of her—standing on the threshold. Ruarc moved to block Aine’s view. She’s mortal, he mouthed over his shoulder.
Maureen’s laugh sounded like a wind chime. She nodded her head in understanding. With a swirl of incandescent Fae dust she grew to her four-foot-tall human form. Ruarc had to smile. Among her Sprite clan, that was considered tall. What she lacked in height she made up for in ethereal beauty. Clad in snug American jeans, a long, silver braid hung over one shoulder contrasting against a rust-colored sweater that accented one feature that no man in their right mind would call diminutive. She was a fine sight indeed.
With a wink, Maureen opened the door farther. “Welcome to Bogha Baisti.”
Maureen’s voice flowed over them like warm honey and sunshine. A unique gift Sprites had. It calmed people from within. Even he, a Leithprachaun, was not totally immune to its effect—usually. His gut tightened as he shifted his gaze over Aine’s head to the dismal edge of the forest and the very real shadow he was trying to convince Aine did not exist.
At that moment she turned and caught his gaze. Her eyes, the color of the isle were just as beautiful even filled with suspicion. Right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so easy.
“Oh, yes. Hi,” said Aine, poking an elbow in Ruarc’s ribs forcing him to pay attention. “My friend thought you might have a room available? I told him it was such short notice you were probably full.”
“Not a problem,” Maureen’s silver eyes sparkled—literally.
Ruarc sent her a silent plea. With a blink, the Sprite’s eyes dulled to a plain, gray human shade.
Maureen reached out and linked Aine’s arm through hers, “We’ve always room for friends. Ruarc, luv. Bring in her bag, won’t you?”
Ruarc rolled his eyes at Maureen’s regal command. He was a prince of the Leithprachaun, not a bloody bellhop. Grumbling, he hefted the suitcase over the stoop and followed the two women inside.
So, what are some of your favorite paranormal heroes/heroines? Have you ever been to Ireland?
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