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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Guest Author Interview: Barbara Longley


Alexis: Hi Barbara. Welcome to Happily Ever After Thoughts.  It’s great to have you here. My first question is, why Scottish romance? What is it about that mist and moor covered country that inspires you?

Barbara: I think I lived in Scotland in a past life. The place and its history have always called to me, and when I visited, I had this "ah, home at last" feeling. Plus, I've always been a sucker for romances set in Scotland, so I have to write a few.

Alexis: I know what you mean. I've had a similar experience in Scotland. I understand that HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD is your debut novel. How did that come about?

Barbara: It is my debut novel, but it's the third manuscript I've written. My first novel will never see the light of day. I cringe whenever I take another look at it. It's really bad.

For as long as I've been writing, I've also been querying agents, and while I received many requests for partials and fulls, I've never been offered representation. With everything going on in the market today, indie publishing, the expansion of e-book markets and new venues, I finally gave up on the agent search and started submitting directly wherever I could. I had decided to give it a year, and if nothing came of my efforts, I was going to give self-publishing a shot. I feel very fortunate (and relieved) that Carina Press offered me a contract. 

Alexis: I've heard great things about Carina Press. Congratulations! I read the excerpt on your website and I just couldn't stop! This story is captivating. Can you tell our readers what HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD is about?

Barbara: I'm so not good at boiling it down, but I will say this: See, Dermot married Mairéad (Maw-red) in order to gain an alliance with the Tuatha Dé Danann (demi-god like beings). He made Mairéad give up her immortality before they wed, and her mother Áine (Awn-yah) would only agree to the union if Dermot formed a special cadre of guards to keep her daughter safe. He did, but she was murdered anyway while close to term with their first child. Áine cursed Dermot and the cadre of guards who had failed to keep her daughter safe. She cursed them all with immortality. She knew Dermot saw immortality as abhorrent and against the laws of nature. Áine's father, the high kind of the Tuatha, listened to Dermot's pleas, and provided an out—and this is a good spot for the blurb:

Cursed with immortality, Dermot MacKay craves death. To lift the faerie curse placed upon him and his men over 1,600 years ago, he must return the soul of his reincarnated wife to the exact place and time of her murder. But her soul is currently residing in the very modern Sidney St. George—and first he has to convince her to accompany him to Scotland.

Sidney doesn't believe Dermot's wild claims of immortality and rebirth, yet she cannot deny that she is drawn to the sexy Scot. Nor can she explain the sense of déjà vu his touch elicits. Desperate for answers, she agrees to go with him—only to learn too late that to help the man she loves is to lose him forever…

Alexis: Great blurb! Where did you get the idea for this story? 

Barbara: Have you ever noticed how in a lot of paranormal romances immortality with eternal love is the prize? That always makes me shake my head. Immortality seems more like a curse and an odious burden than a blessing to me. Eternity with the same guy who rolls his dirty socks together before putting them in the hamper? I don't know about you, but that would drive me nuts. Plus, unless everyone is immortal, you wouldn't be able to form any lasting relationships. It would be far too painful to watch your loved ones and friends age and die while you remain the same. 

At the same time this thought was germinating, I happened to be reading a lot about Celtic mythology, especially everything I could get my hands on about the Tuatha Dé Danann, which literally means children of Danu, as in the goddess Danu. As legend has it, the Tuatha came to Ireland in a ship in the clouds, landed the ship on top of a mountain, and destroyed their vessel after disembarking. What does that suggest to you?? Fascinating stuff. All this kind of swirled around in my brain, and then I was watching some of my students play Capture the Flag one day, and it all kind of gelled into this curse/quest/redemption story that evolved into HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD

Alexis: I guess you are inspired from many places :-) What are your favorite character traits of Sidney and Dermot? 

Barbara: Sidney wants so badly to make a success of her career, and she doesn't even recognize that desire stems from some pretty deep insecurities. She doesn't see herself as the strong, capable independent woman she longs to be, so she over compensates to prove herself. She's artistic, introverted, empathetic and loyal. I loved watching how the whole experience with Dermot, the curse and the evil Faerie forced her to grow.

Dermot is a man who never had the opportunity to socialize as a child. As a result, he's truly socially awkward, but at the same time, he's so honorable, decent and caring, that you can't help but forgive him for being such an idiot. He's also introverted, artistic and sensitive, which makes it really difficult for the two of them to get past the walls they've both built around their hearts.  He has a wicked sense of humor that not even he realizes, until Sidney helps him break out of his shell. 

Alexis: I'm sighing over Dermot already :-) What can we expect next from you? Do you have any new releases coming or a work in progress?

Barbara: I'm also almost done with a contemporary single title, a real switch for me, and once that's done, I plan to get started on HEART OF THE FAE, the sequel to HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD. There are lots of other Scottish hunks in that story begging for their happily-ever-after, or at least some payback for the centuries they suffered.

Alexis: Barbara, thank you so much for visiting Happily Ever After Thoughts. We really enjoyed learning more about your Scottish story :-)

Barbara: Thanks so much for having me! I'm so excited to be here, and it's a lot of fun to talk about my upcoming release with http://www.carinapress.com

Alexis: For a chance to win Barbara’s HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD and a $25 gift certificate to Amazon.com be sure to leave a comment for her.  Winner will be announced on Wednesday. Check the side column for your name.

For more information on Barbara’s Romances go to http://www.barbaralongley.com/ 

And be sure to check out this great excerpt from HEART OF THE DRUID LAIRD.

Excerpt:
Gairloch, Scotland, Present Day

The contents of Dermot MacKay’s coffee mug mirrored his mood—black, like the endless days stretching before him without surcease—and bitter, like his thoughts.
 “Will you no’ eat something, Laird? You canna train on an empty stomach.”
“Nay, Lachlan. Have you forgotten?” Dermot surveyed the men around his table tucking into their hearty breakfasts. “I’ve been fasting since twilight last and will no’ join you in the gym today.”
“I’ve no’ forgotten.” Lachlan shrugged. “We’ve no reason to expect the outcome will be any different this year.”
“Where is Thomas?” Dermot watched the men’s furtive glances dart around the table like mice after crumbs. No one answered. They knew he wished to avoid his cousin. At this time of year Thomas’s antics grated, and running him through with a sword, though immensely satisfying, only incited Thomas to more mischief. Dermot’s frown deepened at the sound of footsteps. “Shite.”
Thomas sauntered into the dining hall and helped himself to a plate from the sideboard. He heaped it with fat sausages, scrambled eggs, warm currant scones with honey-butter, and fried tatties with onion, all Dermot’s favorites. His cousin faced him with an expression of smug anticipation. Swinging the loaded plate under Dermot’s nose, he took a seat.
“Have you done the deed yet, Druid?” Thomas raised an eyebrow and fixed him in his gaze.
Dermot inhaled the delicious scents wafting up from Thomas’s plate. His stomach rumbled. Another pointless fast, followed by an equally fruitless ritual, and for what? He didn’t expect the outcome to be any different either. He swallowed the saliva filling his mouth. “How many times have I told you no’ to call me Druid?”
“Let me see.” Thomas pulled the stub of a pencil and a tiny notebook from the rear pocket of his jeans and flipped it open with a flourish. “We’ve been together for sixteen hundred and fifty years, give or take a few decades. That’s three hundred sixty-five days per year, except leap years of course.” He tapped his chin with the pencil. “Let’s say you’ve told me three times per day, a conservative estimate.” He scribbled furiously, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It comes to one million eight hundred thousand times, or thereabouts.”
Laughter erupted around him. Dermot glared his men into silence.
“Well?” Thomas persisted. “Have you done the deed yet, Druid? Wait, that’s one more time you’ve told me today.” He solemnly added a tally to his notebook, eliciting choking sounds from the men at the table.
Launching himself from his chair, Dermot snapped, “I’ll do it now.” He stormed out of the dining hall and climbed the massive stone steps two at a time. Striding down the corridor on the second floor, he headed for the one place in his home he’d devoted to the Druidic arts.
The moment he opened the door to his stillroom, the earthy scent of dried herbs and beeswax soothed him. Early morning light poured through the tall beveled windows, lighting the patina of the polished oak bookshelves to a warm gold. He ran his hand along the leather spines of his ancient tomes and rare first editions and pulled one of the books from the shelf. Taking a seat in his favorite chair, he let the book fall open in his lap. How many times during the span of his life had he held this book in his lap? He glanced at the dried medicinal herbs hanging from the rack, and on to the rare works of art gracing the walls.
Shite. He’d miss this refuge, but if Mairéad didn’t show again this year, they’d have to think about relocating soon. They’d been in Gairloch over a decade, and it wouldn’t be long before the locals noticed he and his men weren’t aging.
Gods, he longed for an end. If he had any say in the matter, once the damned curse was lifted he’d refuse another incarnation for at least a millennium. Surely he’d earned the rest.
Procrastination isn’t going to change the outcome. Best get the deed done.
He rose from the chair to put the book back in its place and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. With a wave of his hand, sacred herbs and beeswax candles took flame. Fragrant spirals of smoke drifted throughout the room as he mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. A map of the world lay flat on the large granite-topped work table, and the scrying crystal nested in its velvet-lined box awaited his magic. He cleared his mind and meditated upon the soul he sought.
Turning his focus inward, he reached deep into his soul to call forth the magic lying dormant within all sentient beings. Speaking the words of the chant, he slipped between this realm and the realm of shadow, where all souls were connected. Only on Samhain, halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice, was he allowed to breach the veil between the worlds to search for Mairéad’s return.
Inured to the cold-feather touch of spirits brushing against him, Dermot closed his mind against the onslaught of random consciousness. Nothing could distract him from his purpose. He lifted the silken cord fastened to the scrying crystal, the unique image of Mairéad’s spirit fixed in his mind’s eye. With a slight motion of his wrist, the crystal circled above the map in a wide arc, narrowing with each swing.
The cord tightened and strained in his hand. His concentration faltered and his heart raced. Nay. It couldn’t be…not after all this time. Taking a deep breath, he eased the slack and continued the spin in smaller turns. The crystal affixed itself to a single spot in the center of North America. Shock reverberated through his body as powerful magic exploded from the scrying crystal through the astral plane. The signal had been sent. Àine and the high king of the Tuatha Dé Danann would know he’d found her. The race had begun, and he had only this one chance to end the curse, or he and his men would remain as they were for all eternity.
He’d waited so long for this moment he could scarce believe what his senses told him. He’d found her. Memories dragged him back through the ages. The heat of his burning keep. The image of Mairéad lying in a pool of her own blood. He choked, remembering the thick, black smoke and the smell of burning flesh. The battle sounds and the cries of the dying echoed inside his skull until he feared it would explode.
Sixteen hundred years’ worth of frustration and rage welled up with his bile, scalding his throat and filling him with bitterness. If mankind ever needed proof romantic love was nothing but folly, he had it to give. Mairéad swore she loved him, and the foolish notion led to her murder and the death of their precious unborn child.
He threw his head back and shouted a call to battle loud enough to wake the dead.
He swiped the world map off the table and snatched another—the United States—spreading it out on the table. Again he scried, and again the prism stopped. He leaned close. Saint Paul, Minnesota, an ocean and half a continent away.
A dozen pairs of boots thudding in the corridor brought Dermot back fully into the material realm. He moved to intercept his men at the door. “Niall, I need a large, detailed street map of Saint Paul, Minnesota in the U.S. Thomas, you’ll make the travel arrangements. I’ll take four of you with me. We’ll stay no more than a fortnight.” Dermot looked into the stunned faces of his men. “She is reborn. At long last Mairéad has returned.”
“Um…Druid—” Thomas stepped forward, “—you scry every year, aye?”
Dermot rubbed his temples. His head throbbed as it always did after he’d used magic. “What now, Thomas?”
“She canna be even a year old. How do you plan to get the bairn back to Scotland? We’ve only three weeks until the anniversary of Mairéad’s murder, and Áine—”
“Then we have no time to waste, do we?” He scowled at his cousin. “I’ll offer the family a vacation to a bonny Scottish castle, or throw an ungodly sum of money their way. I’ll do whatever it takes. You have my word.”

Alexis: If you want to read more, go to Barbara's site. But for a chance to win the complete book, leave a comment for her :-)

 

39 comments:

  1. I'd love a chance to win a copy of this book. It sounds fabulous!

    Sandy Wolters

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  2. Barb! So excited...one more day till the release! I'm with you...immortality sounds like cruel and unusual punishment. Who wants to live forever if you are constantly losing those you love. Can't wait to read the book TOMORROW!!

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  3. Thanks for stopping by, Amy and Sandy! Yeah, I wanted to do something a little different than the usual, "Oh, now they're both immortal and will live happily-ever-after!"

    What do the rest of you think? Would you want immortality with one person?

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  4. Oh yes, Barbara, if it was the right person :-) Can you imagine living forever but then getting a divorce? What do you do then? Your way is much more practical, but I've got to say, the idea of living through centuries and learning and experiencing all they offer would be a kick :-)

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  5. Well, see, if there were such a thing as time travel... Hah! I do like the idea of seeing what the future has to offer, or the past even. String theorists claim time is not linear, but that it loops, twists and turns, and that there are parallel universes where we exist in different times. That's a lot to think about. Might be another book in there somewhere. :0)

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  6. Barbara,
    Your story sounds fabulous! Looking forward to reading it!

    Marie

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  7. Barbara, even though we're chapter sisters, I haven't had a chance to read your book. I'm going to now! Your amazing historical and mythological research is truly impressive. And they're in Saint Paul, MN? What a hoot? Did they stop in at the Mall of America by any chance???

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  8. Thanks, Marie! Wow, Laura! Small world. Nope. They never made it to MOA. Wish I'd thought of it. That would've been a fun scene.

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  9. I hope so, Charity. Good luck in the drawing. :0)

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  10. Hi Barb,
    Great post. I love learning about what's behind the story. I'm one of the lucky ones getting to read the book early. and it's just as good as everyone imagines! Congratulations.

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  11. The except was great, I'm so excited the book is being released tomorrow so that I can read the rest of the story. I'm so glad that you're releasing a sequel to this book, I would like to know what happens to these plus other characters in the book.

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  12. WOW!!!! All of my favorite things together......a new author, time travel, Scotland and Druids. Be still my heart!!!!

    Sheila

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  13. Oh, hi, Liz! Nice to see you here on this rainy day. Just got back from getting my hair cut.

    I'm glad you liked the excerpt, Maria!

    Dear anonymous (cough--Shiela) Don't be disappointed. The only time travel is illusionary, created by the high kind of the fae, but you're there with the hero and heroine all the same. :0)

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  14. Your story sounds great, and your upcoming writing plans as well!

    Robin D
    robindpdx (at) yahoo (dot) com

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  15. Congratulations on your debut book! The excerpt definitely drew me in and I would love to read this enchanting story.

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  16. Thank you so much for your kind words, and thanks for stopping by, Jennifer.

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  17. Hey Barb---
    Congratulations on your debut! Well deserved! The story sounds wonderful.
    Nan Dixon

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  18. Thanks for stopping by, Nan, and thanks for the kind words.

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  19. Congratulations, Barb! This day has been a long time in coming. I'm so glad it's finally happened.

    Tami

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  20. Thanks, Tami. Me too. I appreciate your stopping by. :0)

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  21. I loved the excerpt! Congratulations and many, many sales!

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  22. Oh, thanks, Shawna! I visited your blog too. :0) I'm hoping for many sales for you as well.

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  23. Congratulations, Barbara. Great post and the book sounds fantastic. Can't wait to get my hands on a copy. Best of luck with sales. Hope you love being published with Carina!

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  24. I do love being with Carina. The authors and staff there are super supportive and friendly. Thanks, Alicia. Just found my book in audio on iTunes. Cool!

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  25. Your debut book sounds amazing. I look forward to reading it. Thanks for the giveaway!

    jenalang(at)live(dot)com

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  26. Best of luck in the drawing, Jena! Tomorrow is the drawing day. The blog hosts will let me know.

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  27. I'm glad Carina Press is into reincarnation. I'm going to love your book.

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  28. Fantastic excerpt and premise. Congratulations on the new release. It's definitely going on my TBR list.

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  29. Thanks so much, Ana and Linda! I've been listening to the audio, which I downloaded through iTunes. It's a hoot! Soooo weird to hear my words read with a Scottish accent, and the narrator has an English accent between the Scottish one. My heroine comes across somewhere between the little mermaid and a valley girl. It cracks me up, but it's a thrill.

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  30. Congrats on selling to Carina. I appreciate hearing how you uncovered the keys to your storyline while on the playground. Sometimes it's little things that trigger our minds into big ideas. Thanks for sharing!

    Lyndee

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  31. I have only really read historical Scottish romances- I like the idea of a contemporary with all that history to back it up. Makes me wonder how Dermot and his men adjusted to all the world changes and all they've seen in their lifetime! Can't wait to read your book!
    Ellyn

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  32. Thanks, Lyndee and Ellyn. I've read a lot of historical Scottish romances as well, and I think there ought to be more contemporaries with hunky Scots, so I'm working on it. :0)

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  33. Hi Barbara!

    Who woulda' thought that a teacher(I'm guessing that's your day job:)thinks about anything other than the days lessons!
    Your discussion is interesting and I am curious to what you feel are some of the important things you've done to learn to write publishable material. I imagine you, as most authors, could write a book on that question!

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  34. Kunda, I joined Romance Writers of America, Midwest Fiction Writers, The Loft...I started a critique group and went to workshops. I write on a regular basis and set deadlines for myself. I entered contests, developed a thick skin regarding rejections and criticism, and submitted to agents and publishers nonstop. It's not easy, but I can't help myself. :0)

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  35. Thanks for your schedule, Barbara. I'm sure many writers that are working on getting published will appreciate the list of good things to help make it happen!

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  36. I'm way late with my congrats, but had to drop in anyway. I've had one of those weeks. I'm very happy for you and wish you more success!!

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  37. Hi, Barbara! Congrats on your release of the Heart of the Druid Laird. You are a new author for me. I loved your blurb about the book, and would love to read it. Thanks for the giveaway!

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