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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Guest Author: Diva Jefferson

My interview with Ciaran O'Devlin

I've known Mr. O'Devlin for almost two years now. I think I know as much as I can about him, but what he says might surprise you.
We sat down last Wednesday to talk and this is what he revealed...

Diva: Mr. O'Devlin, I feel like it was just yesterday when I met you. How are you doing?
Ciaran: Quite frankly, Miss Jefferson, I feel like everything I've known has turned upside down. (He laughs.) I'm well, thank you.
Diva: Anyways, no use putting it off. Where were you born?
Ciaran: (His dimpled smile was very captivating.) Altmore, County Tyrone, Ireland.
Diva: (I smiled in return.) What do you do for a living?
Ciaran: I work. (His black hair moves with the shake of his head.) I spend me life farming the land.
Diva: Sounds...well, you know...
Ciaran: (Another laugh.) I admit work on a farm is not craic at all. I should change that. Is it time for a pint yet?
Diva: Unfortunately, no, I need you to be sober for at least another thirty minutes. (He shrugged before I continued.) Tell me about your parents. How well did you get along with them?
Ciaran: They were grand people. I remember their voices, 'tis all. (He bowed his head toward the ground.)
Diva: How many siblings do you have? Older? Younger?
Ciaran: Four. (His head stayed.) I have one older brother and one younger brother still alive. My two sisters died soon after me parents.
Diva: (I knew I hit a hard spot, so I asked something else.) What were you afraid of when you were a child?
Ciaran: (He lifted his head.) Losing the farm. Miss Jefferson, the farm was the last thing I had left o' me parents.
Diva: I know, Mr. O'Devlin. I think you did a wonderful job overcoming your obstacles. (I paused a moment to allow him to collect himself. He nodded and I continued.) What makes you happy now?
Ciaran: I will truly say me wife, Aveline. (His voice lowered.) Without her, I missed the meaning o' life. I took everything for granted.
Diva: What would you change about yourself if you could, Mr. O'Devlin?
Ciaran: I really am stubborn, you know. (He tapped his head, mussing the hair under his flat cap.) Maybe I should start over without such a hard head.
Diva: (I laughed despite myself and he joined. I waited until our laughter died before continuing.) What is it that you have never told anyone? I love hearing people's deep dark secrets.
Ciaran: (He moved closer and stared into my eyes.) If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
(I knew then and there that Ciaran O'Devlin's deepest secret was his undying love for me.
Okay, maybe I lied. Or wished more than anything.)
Ciaran: No, Miss Jefferson, I don't mean it. (He moved backwards and planted himself in the nearest chair.) When I saw Aveline eavesdropping on me the first day we met, I thought I saw me mother in her eyes an' I wished more than anything to spend me life with her.
Diva: Thank you so much, Mr. O'Devlin, from taking the time to answer these questions for me. I know how hard it can be to leave a busy life behind for such a cause. Your family is forever in my hopes and prayers. Good luck in the future, sir.
Ciaran: (He smiled warmly.) May your home be filled with laughter. May your pockets be filled with gold. And may you have all the happiness your Irish heart can hold. (Then he quit the room.)
(I stared after him for a good while. He was definitely one of a kind.)

To Love An Irishman

She is left with an offer she cannot refuse...

Upon his death in 1823, English nobleman, Lord Peyton leaves his daughter Lady Aveline with two choices—stay single and inherit only a small farm in Ireland, where she might just be able to eke out a living, or get married and live in luxury, inheriting all his wealth and property. Fiercely independent, Aveline heads for Ireland only to run afoul of her father’s farm manager, the devastatingly handsome Ciaran O’'Devlin. Alone in a strange country, Aveline yearns for love and friendship, but Ciaran offers only criticism and disdain. Confused and angered by strange visions and her growing attraction to Ciaran, Aveline is determined to make the farm prosper—despite the insufferable Irishman.

He has a secret he cannot reveal...

Ciaran mistrusts Aveline’s intentions and refuses to admit that a willful, English woman now owns the farm that should have been his. Although he insists Aveline should go back to England, he cannot deny their budding passion. Yet, he knows—even if she doesn’t—that nothing will come of it. Not only can’t a poor Irishman marry an English noblewoman, but when Aveline learns of his past, she’ll want nothing more to do with him. Ciaran has always known that each decision carries a consequence, but it’s only when he stands to lose Aveline that he realizes what a heavy price his past decisions may have.

Excerpt: (SPOILER ALERT!!!)

   Ciarán O’Devlin was not fond of trespassers or foreigners, especially the English, and saw defiance in her steady gaze.

But she was pretty. Her copper hair was coiled in a topknot, and a white bonnet adorned with pink flowers covered it. Her small lips puckered fetchingly. Her arched eyebrows, the color of her hair, stood over her golden eyes. The light pink dress framed her small curves. Her bosom was moderately sized as it swelled in the thin muslin gown. Her clothes puzzled him. They were a little too rich for her to be from any of the nearby towns.

What was she doing here of all places?

The English loved to send anyone willing to make a little extra money.

He moved close enough to her to touch her, but she held her ground. “I want to know who you are an’ why you are spying on me. If it is such a problem for you to answer then me thinks you should not be here.”

She didn’t flinch. “My name is Aveline Peyton. I own these lands. I should be asking who you are to question my authority.”

Releasing his grip on her arm, he staggered backward a few steps. His eyes narrowed on her, and he breathed more deeply. “A woman who is in charge o’ a farm? I have never heard o’ such an absurd notion in all me life. I think ’tis past time for you to be going already an’—’em—” Her first words echoed in his head. “Peyton is ya last name, cailín?”

She hesitated. “Yes…”

He nodded. “Right, you are related then to the late Lord Peyton?”

Despite her confidence, he noticed a change in her eyes. “I am indeed. His only daughter.” When she spoke, she turned her face toward the moors.

   He paused to think for a few moments. He had known that if anything happened to Lord Peyton, his daughter would be the heir to all his properties. Hmm…

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  1. Loved this interview with Mr. O'Devlin. He sounds like quite a charmer (and yes, I can just picture him in my head). I'll have to pick up To Love An Irishman so I can get to know him better! I also love his name. How did you happen to choose Ciaran? Or did he tell you his name when you first met?


  2. Diva, it is so great to have you visiting HEAT today. Do you have any coming releases or works in progress we should know about? :-)

  3. Marie, I know this sounds weird, but when I was watching the HBO series called Rome, I found out Caesar was played by an Irish actor. When I found out his name was Ciaran I imagined someone younger and handsome. The perfect Irishman for my heroine, Aveline. Thanks for reading!!!

    Alexis, I am working on a Scottish historical romance that takes place during the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion called Loch Lomond. (Based on the old song.) No release date as of yet. :)

    -Diva J.

    1. I love that song. I stayed with people in Renfrew, Scotland, who taught me the lyrics. Great source for inspiration!

  4. Hi Diva,
    What tipped your interest to write an Irish romance? A specific book, a trip to Ireland?

    And then to move to the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion? Were you a history fan first? How many hours of research do you suppose you're in (about the rebellion era) at this point? I find that I have a hard time cutting myself off when I research!

    Fun interview w your hero. He sounds strong and quite charming. Congrats on the book!

  5. He sounds very interesting. Great interview!

  6. Alexis, I am glad you are familiar about it!

    Thank you, Lyndee. These are all great questions! To tell you the truth, music is my inspiration in all things. I love love love Celtic music, and it seems to always portray a story. Most of the time a love story. History fascinates me because there is so much to learn and I love learning! Although, I haven't visited Ireland (or Scotland), I know enough about it through research, it feels like I've been there before. I've been working on Loch Lomond in and out for a year now. Too many hours to count! When I thought all my research was done for To Love An Irishman, my editor needed more. Hopefully, you enjoy it as much as I do!

    Thank you, Alexa!

    I appreciate everyone who came out to read my interview! :)

    -Diva J.

  7. Hi Diva! I love the way you introduced us to your Irish man and the strength in the heroine! Did you already know a lot of Irish history and lifestyle before you decided to write To Love an Irishman, or the "need" to write it came before your research? I like that you feel you've researched enough to make you feel you've been to the country and I bet the story will portray this:)

  8. Thank you, Dawn, for your insight. Actually, I only knew a little. As a history buff, I go through Google books and archives to find out new parts of history that isn't well written about. I loved Ireland and Scotland the most (although I have written about England in the past). I listened to Celtic music and then there was my hole! Tenant farming was hard enough to research especially when everyone was so interested in the Great Famine instead. Although, Irish history isn't always happy, it was a time when land was most sought after because it was being taken away piece by piece. I think it's important for people to see a country's whole picture, you know, behind all the mystery and intrigue.
    When you can look at a photo of Ireland and feel chill weather permeating your sweater, I think you've researched enough! Of course, there is always the next adventure. You DO have to start again for that. Haha.

    Take care,
    -Diva J.