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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wednesday Spotlight with Skhye Moncrief























Hello and welcome to Wednesday Spotlight! My special guest today is friend and fellow Wild Rose author Skhye Moncrief. Skhye is here with us to chat about He of the Fiery Sword. Here is a blurb and excerpt. But first, a little about Skhye Moncrief:

I have 5 books in paperback. Four are in my Celtic Time-Guardian Series. I'm a Texan that believes men do look best in kilts. Unfortunately, my husband disagrees. I blog about reference books. I hold a BS in geology. Writing lured me away from finishing my thesis in (bioarchaeology) anthropology. Archaeology just dislikes the way we authors misconstrue fact. But the sacriledge is so enjoyable. Still, there's nothing like scratching around in the dirt looking for fossils or potsherds. I'm so detail-oriented that I suffer from an adrenaline rush when told to make a map. I guess the easiest way to describe myself is as a person who finds nature incredibly pleasing and intriguing. The same about reconstructing human prehistory and history. Yes, I am certifiably geek. I have been a member of Romance Writers of America over 5 years. I have a 4-yeqr old who runs my schedule. Good thing I've got a few manuscripts socked away. My husband dotes on me. I've always been able to do whatever I wanted. Hence, my history of being on permanent vacation in graduate school. I guess I should say what writers/authors always say: I wrote in junior high and high school. It's funny how I forgot I wrote fiction back then. But when I remembered in 2001, I jumped back on the wagon and it's California or Bust ever since. I love to write. I can write for 14 hrs 7 days a week. I forget everything and sit with a laptop. I worried I had lost my mind. But the baby took care of the worst part of the addiction.

Blurb:
He, Arthur, is a reflection of luck, an abomination. He can feel the love, the pain, the sorrow, and the joy of all the ages. If he doesn't save the Druid he is sent to find, all known history could change. Some things are worth dying for. But first a man must live.



Arthur didn't count on becoming human. And now the fairies want him to break dragon law... He never expected his charge to push him to the edge of reason. But a man must live before becoming king.



Fear not. The fairies have a plan.



Trust not the fairies.



Druids wed one soul for eternity to protect the integrity of the timeline. Druid
Solas’s soul mate was taken from her. Now, an 11th Century Irish bishop stalks her to serve as his mistress. She has nothing left yet everything to live for in creating the historical maps she was sent through time to make. She will break time-travel Code if she submits to another man by allowing even one paradoxical child to muddy history. Then Arthur arrives to save her. He is anything but a time guardian. And a fairy tells her to help him. To ignore a god’s instruction could prove detrimental. Yet, every time guardian knows believing the Gods is wielding a double-edged sword. Since it is forbidden for Druids to wield weapons, her future relies on He of the Fiery Sword.


King Arthur is born...

"Arthur is a masterpiece..." He of the Fiery Sword's King Arthur ~Diane Mason; The Romance Studio



Excerpt: HE OF THE FIERY SWORD
Once upon a time, King Arthur was a time-traveling shape-shifting dragon...


Lust. Only lust . Arthur held his breath to stifle the craving.


“Do you know how agonizing your presence has been?” Crystalline tears bridged her eyelids, rolling down her cheeks like rivers. “How can the one outweigh the other?”


Her piteous mask was too much for any man to gaze upon. Snaking an arm behind her lower back, he drew her into the circle of his arms, pushing her nose into the shirt covering his heart. He wanted to apologize for the torment. Needed to say something. He caused her tears to flow. His responsibility lay in correcting the situation. And holding her felt right. Eased his angst . He patted her trembling shoulders.

“I don’t care if they’re taking you away from me in a few days,” she sobbed, her palms sliding over his shoulders, around his neck, drawing his face toward the biggest doleful blue eyes he ever saw.

And there were many to be seen among the emotional Druidesses. He couldn’t let his dragon form torture her later. “You’re mine and I’ll not lose a moment I have with you,” she exclaimed.

The mystic Holy Light of Union flared in the room.

What could be said?


Silk pressed against his lips.


His heart sank into his gut and wallowed there in agony.


He couldn’t recoil. He knew he should. Falling into Solas’s intoxicating mouth was like diving off Ring-Master Tor, the highest frozen peak on Scotia Major’s northernmost continent. Sunlight reflected from every solid or liquid surface in the bitter howling wind. He remembered counting out the free-fall distance within the temporary blindness. The planet’s ultimate challenge was unsurpassed by any experience. Until now.


Between plummeting through the freezing air and drawing oneself out of the dive just before impacting into the frigid face of Scotia Major at her worst, naught else compared to the emotional rush of Solas’ kiss. And she wasn’t Scotia Major, the planet that nurtured three homeless dragon pups, his surrogate mother. Solas filled his chest with life’s breath while reaching inside him, by cradling his heart with her gentle hands. Scotia Major only pretended to do so, only offered a crying pup a sanctuary from the evils of humanity.


Her hands yanked at the shirt on his back. Her palms slid across his bare skin, caressing him with beatitude.

He didn’t care to stop her.

Sliding his palms along the hourglass curve of her body, for once, he wanted to experience the promise of life. Rapture... derived from the sharing of love between two people. A pricelessly indefinable moment. What everyone expected from the tales of human life and love.


His heart drummed a poetic warning.


In a handful of days, he would shape-shift back into his true form, massive, incapable of holy unification with a human female. His Solas would cry for want of something she could never have again in her lifetime. Tears would haunt him. The very Druid tears he ran from in the future. He grabbed her arms and pushed her away.


“What, Arthur?”


He couldn’t see her even if he tried to peer through the cloaking Light. His eyes knew better than to open. Better than to see what The Knowing told him. She didn’t care about deadlines. Human need, no matter how the experience had changed his opinion, made reasoning impossibly egocentric.


To hurt her was selfish.

To take what he offered was selfish.

To be human was to accept. To be dragon would be to refuse. He fell back against the hard wall, relinquished his grip on her arms, and inhaled deeply.


The whiteness of the Holy Light of Union faded in the dark void behind his eyes.

“Why?” Her exasperated whisper thundered around the room.

Why he opened his eyes, he didn’t know. She sat on her knees, nose torqued toward the floor, blue eyes peering at him as if she were a beaten cur.


“I can’t live the remainder of my days knowing my wanton desire drove your life’s loneliness.” Truth was Truth. He deserved sainthood for confessing.

Sharon: Wow! Let’s give a warm welcome to Skhye Moncrief. Welcome, Skhye!

Thunderous applause explodes across the fiery skies of Scotia Majors as three homeless dragon pups appears in a mist of brilliant jeweled light. And with a roaring snarl, she opens her mouth and produces Skhye. Skhye waves madly to her adoring fans, gives Sharon a warm embrace and takes a seat.

Sharon: Well, Skhye, you certainly know how to make a dramatic entrance. How’s it going, girlfriend?

Skhye: Hi, Sharon. Thanks for having me over for a visit.

Sharon: Oh, Oliver, we’re ready for refreshments. Please bring them out.

Oliver struts out, dressed like King Arthur, winking wildly at Skhye. Passing Sharon, he wheels his sterling silver caddy smack dab in front of Skhye, pours her a cup of decaf sweet coconut Chai. With a sweeping bow, he unveils his culinary treats, a basket of Fridos and a bowl of jelly belly beans in assorted flavors of pink grapefruit, juicy pear, juicy peach, popcorn, roasted marshmallow and candy corn.

Oliver: Your vitamins, Ms. Skhye. He plucks a juicy pear and pops it into her mouth, his eyes glazing over. May I be so bold as to ask for your autograph, please?

Skhye: I only autograph kilts. *wink* *cants toward Sharon and whispers* Oh, he’s good. Did he go to acting school?

Sharon: Oh, he’s an actor all right. That will be all, Oliver. Any time you are through flirting shamelessly with my guest, you can run along. And did we or did we not have a chat about your uniform?

Oliver heaves a heavy sigh, strutss off with an exaggerated swagger, but not before flexing his grapefruit-size biceps at Skhye with a wicked wink.

Sharon: Rolls her eyes. Good help is so hard to find. Now, let’s get to the interview, shall we? Tell me, Skhye, how do you do it? How do you spin such an incredible tale of mystic Medieval Gothic and romance with words that would make a poet weep? I am in awe of your play of words. Do dish, girlfriend. What is the dirt? Do the words come to you via a magic spell?

Skhye: I can’t answer that. I just write. I’ve been told I have a poetic voice. But who knows where it came from. I try to limit my description and find playing with words saves the reader.

Sharon: Amazing. Your reviews linger in my mind, leaving me with a wistful feeling. How does it feel to receive such accalades ?

Skhye: Well, it was a shock to have a reviewer label my King Arthur as a masterpiece.
I literally fell on the floor with that comment. But there are just as many reviewers who disliked my writing. I find it’s all based on what they want. And that I have a strong voice. An agent has told me that.

Sharon: I agree. Your words blow me away. He of the Fiery Sword is set in Medieval Ireland. As you know, I am Irish and very superstitious by nature. So naturally, anything having to do with Celtic legends, spells and ancient druids grab my attention. Tell me about the research for He of the Fiery Sword?

Skhye: HOTFS was book 4 in my series and the first published… But I wanted a dragon. A dragon would make my work medieval. The problem was finding one who fit into my story world. And my dragon had to fly along the timeline, in and out of history, affecting the course of mythological evolution.

My series is all about history being wrong—a slant on the academic slant that history is filtered through the person who wrote it, biased. So, Arthur became a dragon from the future. I made him an empath and immortal to protect him from what would happen in history. After all, he had no way of knowing what life would be like in medieval times. And he had no idea what life was like as a man. Arthur needed some super powers. The story is about him becoming a man. Because a man must live before becoming king. To send him off through time, he must break time-travel law. The only way to do so was to make him suicidal. The rest is history.


Sharon: What do you suppose it is about castles and fantasy and time travel that intrigues readers so?

Skhye: Who wouldn’t want to be the big shot with all the money who could afford a castle and tell folks what to do? Who wouldn’t want to be the fairy with the super powers? Who wouldn’t want to be the woman wed to the big powerful warlord? This type of fiction is about empowerment, living vicariously through the POV characters. Now, writing it for me is about creating something believable for the reader. Wait. I hear Andean music!

With a dramatic entrance, Oliver appears playing the panpipes and balancing a plate of freshly baked scones. Bowing gracefully, he winks wildly at Skhye. Vitamin enriched. More tea?

Skhye: Of course. *lifts cup*

Sharon: Holds up her empty cup. Ah…Oliver…I wouldn’t mind another. But Oliver struts off, his head in a cloud. Sharon shakes her head. Now you have a daughter. Do you read her stories about castles and dragons? And if so, does she have a favorite tale?

Skhye: Oh yes. She likes everything from the castle to the dragon. What is one of those tales without princesses and princes? Heck, she calls me the Queen Mother. I have no idea why. I guess she put Queen and mother together. I can’t even begin to pick a favorite for her. And for the record, she used to put a plastic tub laced with holes over her head and call herself an ogre, Shrek. So, I bought her a plastic helm. ;)

Sharon: Too funny! Now tell us about your background in anthropology?

Skhye: I studied physical anthropology with an archaeology slant, bioarchaeology. That’s skeletal remains, interments, and artifacts. Essentially, it’s studying anthropological demography (population studies) via burials. Loads of fun. Although, some folks call it grave robbing and dull.

Sharon: Oh, here comes Oliver again…and what is he doing?

To the accompaniment of bagpipes echoing off the cavernous walls, Oliver darts out, costumed in a Celtic kilt, wielding a sword through the air. He flings himself at Skhye’s feet, staring up at her with a mischievous wink. “Did I win your heart?”

Skhye: Of course. *cants toward Sharon and whispers* Do you pay him to do this?

Sharon: Ah…Oliver…about dessert? I really am going to sell him to the highest bidder. One of these days, Oliver…one of these days.

Oliver returns with a freshly baked platter of dark chocolate fudge and blonde brownies, dripping with melted chocolate chips. Choosing the largest, he hands it to Skhye.

Skhye: I’m really not supposed to eat sugar, caffeine, or wheat. *grabs the largest
brownie*

Sharon: That will be all, Oliver. Now Skhye, let’s talk about one of your other talents. When you have the time, you like to dabble with silver wire jewelry. Do tell.

Skhye: It was just a hobby. It’s cheaper to make beaded wire jewelry. And it’s better
to make it exactly the way you envision it.

Sharon: I love silver and turquoise, my favorite. Well Skhye, you know what’s coming. Let’s talk about my favorite subject—superstitions. I ask all my guests to share with me a favorite legend, tradition or superstition. And don’t limit to one. I am all ears, girlfriend?

Skhye: Mine would have to be astrology. I’m a scientist and don’t buy into superstition. To prove it, I recently acquire two kittens. I wanted black ones but settled on tabbies. They had good dispositions. A superstitious person wouldn’t want black cats. Maybe I’m really a witch. Bwa ha haaa. But astrology seems more like a science now that I’ve used it to create time travelers who operate on numerology. Numerology pegs me to a “t” with master numbers of which is a bit scary.

Sharon: Well I must be a superstitious witch then. I am very superstitious and have had two black cats that I duly worshiped. LOL Stops in mid sentence as Oliver struts out, playing the Norse fiddle, sarranading Skhye in his barotone voice. Dropping his fiddle, he grabs Skhye for a spin around the room, singing in her ear.

Sharon: Oliver, that will be quite enough. Let her be. Oliver?

Skhye: Oh, psh, Fabio can lead me around the room anytime. ;) Not to mention, you don’t hear Norse fiddle often! I highly recommend the dark tones to anyone looking for something new.

Sharon: Well, my dear, that brings us to the end of our interview. Thank you so very much for being such an entertaining guest. But before you go, I must ask you my three questions. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? If you could play the leading lady in any literary fiction, which would it be and why? And last but not least, who would you want playing your romantic hero?

Skhye: I’d definitely be in Scotland with the Scottish burr, garb, and castles. Although, my husband doesn’t want to live in a Socialist country and refuses to don a kilt… I’d be Elizabeth in PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. Colin Firth please. If he’s stuck in bed with strep throat, Gerard Butler would do. But if the role called for a Native American, Jay Tavare please. ;)

Sharon: And finally, where can readers buy your books and get in touch with you:

Skhye: My books are in print and e-formats at The Wild Rose Press.


Skhye's website
Skhye's Myspace
Skhye's Ramblings

The Spell of the Killing Moon offers the best of spine-tingling suspense. The setting is perfect... Moncrief’s ability to wield magic and emotion are without compare. Her words twist together emotions and visuals until you experience this tale as if the trap were set for you. Some lines blend a kind of poetic magic: “Moonlight wove a special kind of magic, a spell so vacillating that a person never knew if reality were anything other than a dream.” Darkness and premonitions and deadly intent fill these pages... a unique blend of mystic Medieval Gothic and romance…and a true blood-curdling thriller. 5 books" ~Snapdragon, LASR


"Intense, original, suspenseful, and dramatic... an unpredictable topsy-turvy romance... the suspense builds with every page in SACRIFICIAL HEARTS. In a world where symbols mean everything, magic is the way..." ~Snapdragon; LASR

49 comments:

Skhye said...

Hello, Sharon! Thank you so much for having me over today. :) And where did Oliver disappear to?

Sharon Donovan said...

Welcome, Skhye! Sit down and take a load off. Oliver, do bring some Chai tea and some jelli bell...or...medicine for our guest. So how goes it, Skhye? Oh and don't look now, but Oliver is sporting a kilt just for the occasion

Sharon

Skhye said...

LOL. Only real men have the bawbags to wear kilts! You go, Oliver!

Sharon Donovan said...

Oliver grins and blushes. Then he struts off, but not before admiring himself in the beveled mirror. He winks at Skhye and promises to return in a flash. LOL.

Skhye said...

*snicker*

Do you know what bawbags are, Sharon? Maybe when he whirls, we can catch a GLIMPSE of 'em! We'll call it a scientific study...

Sharon Donovan said...

LOL Skhye. Some people will do anything for some ah...jellibellies! Call Oliver back and we'll check 'em out! More Chai tea?

Sharon

lastnerve said...

I can't stay but I wanted to come by and say hi to Skhye and you Sharon! Loved the interview and Skyhe I have heard only good things about your book. I will try to stop by later this afternoon. Here's wishing you an awesome and fun filled time today!

Hugs
Val

Skhye said...

Thanks, Val!

Skhye said...

Can I plug two other contests? Today's and yesterday's blog posts each have a contest at our virtual baby shower for paranormal-romance author Emma Lai. Please stop by and enter by guessing the time/date of her son's arrival (any day so hurry!) and playing a candy game. :)

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Sharon Donovan said...

Hey, Val! Cup of coffee and a brownie? Or did you just come on by to catch a glimpse of Oliver in his royal kilt? LOL
That's right, Skhye. I heard about Emma's shower. I'll give it a whirl.
Sharon

P.L. Parker said...

Good morning ladies: Skhye - if your husband really loves you, he'll wear a kilt - you can tell him I said that. Sheesh, men - except Oliver, I have to have my morning Oliver rush. Loved the interview. Can't stop by later, am off to Las Vegas in a short while. Boring, I know, but we must do what we must do. Have a good day. Kiss or fondle Oliver for me.

Skhye said...

HA! Like Patsy isn't heading to Vegas for fun. She told us to FONDLE Oliver! LOL, Patsy! Lose a coin or two for me in spirit. May the force be with you pull that handle! And let's not talk about double entendre here!!!

Sharon Donovan said...

Still chuckling at Skhye and Patsy! LOL Hey, Patsy, have a fun time in Sin city and come back rich. Like Skhye, yank on that handle for luck!
Sharon

Tanya Hanson said...

Skhye, what a terrific interview, excerpt, sharing of mind and heart!

And Sharon, thanks for featuring her.

What great stuff. Oliver, I mean.

Hugs to you both,
~Tanya

Hywela Lyn said...

Hi Sharon and Skhye - ooh and Oliver. Oliver you looked fantastic as Arthur, but in that kilt - WOW!

Anyway, hello Skhye, what a great interview. You know I've read HOTFS and loved it, and 'The Spell of The Killing Moon. I have a great respect and admiration for your writing and HOTFS is one of the most original stories I've ever read!

Oh by the way, did you know that the UK is one of the few countries where black cats are considered lucky?

Mary Ricksen said...

I love that line. Trust not the faeries. Ain't that the truth. The have a prankster kind of nature.
Your books sound wonderful.
Oliver do you have my fruitista?
Oh my he's wearing a kilt. My heart be still. (Hope he bends over). Smack me Skhye for those thoughts.

Skhye said...

Come now, Mary. We can't do our scientific observation of bawbags if he doesn't lean over...

Thank you for your kind words, Lyn. Yes, I did know about the black cat lore across the pond. I was reading about it last week! Black was only recently associated with bad things. Besides, cats kept the invisible tricksters away since they could see them! Tell us more, Lyn!

Thank you, Tanya. Yes, Oliver is so Fabio with a kilt to take the almost-too-pretty edge of him. ;)

Mary Ricksen said...

I know, but if he doesn't bend over, all is lost!
Although they say if you've seen one you've seen them all. In my scientific experience I don't find that to be true. But the big foot thing. Yes.
I'll be watching Oliver closely, just in case.

Skhye said...

Now, Mary! You know men with big feet have, A-hmmm, longer *love* handles. X-hmmm like on those gambling machines Patsy is off to fondle. Sasquatch or kilt, science is science.

Sharon Donovan said...

Hello Tanya, Mary and Lyn. Welcome! Sigh It's a tough job but someone has to do it. And our fair Skhye is determined to conduct this science experiment with Arthur...I mean Oliver. You know what they say about those anthropologists, they're always groping for something. Grin

Sharon

Sharon

Mary Ricksen said...

Do we need any help. You know, tape measures, cold water, whatever?

Mary Ricksen said...

How are you feeling Skhye?

Skhye said...

LOL, Sharon. And Mary, if you think you have something that can adequately measure Oliver's appendage, prepare the tool. I'll hold him down. Although, something tells me that he'll just lift up his kilt...

Julie Robinson said...

Hi Skhye and Sharon!

Skhye, I'm so glad to see you on Sharon's blog. She is a wonderful hostess who always throws the best parties. S

haron, I'll take anything with rum if you have it. Then I have to get back to work, but wanted to pop in to visit today.

Shye, You know I'm with you on those reference books, but you may just have me beat! I agree that history is interpreted or remembered according to whoever wrote it. Hence, I suppose, the modern attempt of the rewriting of America's history. But I won't get into that.

What I love about science and archeology is that facts don't lie. Of course, there could be a few deaths in trying to cover up those facts, right??!

Gotta go,
Julie

Mona Risk said...

Hello Skhye, what a fabulous excerpt, love your lyrical voice. As an arecheologist you should visit Egypt and Greece. May I take you with me next time I travel? You know in Egypt they say that each time they dig to build the foundations of a new building, they discover an ancient temple, pyramid or burial place.

Debra St. John said...

Hi Skhye and Sharon, As usual, a great interview ladies. Sharon, I always love visiting with you and Oliver. And Skhye, I always love reading your excerpts.

Skhye said...

LOL, Julie! That's the truth. It never ceases to amaze me how desperate academia is to pay their bills. More often than not, PhDs go for each other's metaphorical jugulars feuled by nothing more than fear of losing their status with their scientific belief... In other words, to have their theories disproven means NO PAYCHECK! It is so not good to become passe until after death. Oh, I must dismount my soapbox!!!

Anytime, Mona! I'm dying to go!


Thanks, Debra. :)

Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Skhye and Sharon,
Great interview. Sorry I'm late in dropping by but I am overloaded with edits at the moment 3 lots all came together.
Great excerpt and I love a man in a kilt. Hey, bet Oliver would look great in a kilt. How about it Sharon

Cheers
Margaret

Skhye said...

Ooo, Margaret, I feel for you. I had to deal with edits for a novel a few weeks ago. OY! But I'm feeling kind of tired and unmotivated... Don't worry, Sharon. I feel better today. It pays to stay home! Relax. Watch the Monster Quest Bigfoot marathon. I'm serious. I had to turn it off after 2 hours because I thought I'd never get off the couch!

Mallary said...

Loved your excerpt. I know what they say about men with big feet....big shoes. (Did I really miss the Big Foot Marathon on TV?)
Can't wait to read more of He of the Fiery Sword.

Mary Ricksen said...

Have you seen under the kilt yet?

Skhye said...

Mary, check it out...

http://blog.skhyemoncrief.com/2008/11/04/need-i-say-more.aspx

Mallary, yes, you missed it! I was quite surprised as to the specialists they turned to for scientific analysis. Everyone check your THE HISTORY CHANNEL listings for today. You won't want to catch the next showing of those Monster Quests. :)

Sharon Donovan said...

Hi Julie, oh you say the nicest things. And sorry for the wait for your Rum&Coke, but I was...ah...helping Skhye conduct her scientific experiment with Oliver! Mona, Debra and Mallary, welcome. Margaret, hope those edits go well for you. Big foot marathon, Skhye? Hmmm. Okay Oliver come on out!
Oliver struts up to Skhye, winks wildly and drops his kilt for her autograph. Oh my! The ladies gasp as the science experiment has reached fruition. He's wearing a blue ribbon!
Sharon

Julie Robinson said...

Oh, I must dismount my soapbox!!!

YOu and me both!
:-)

Skhye said...

Yes, he wears a blue ribbon! LOL Don't you love that poem?

Julie Robinson said...

ROFL!!! 1st prize, right?!
Sharon, you are too funny.
And yes, simple as it may be, rum and coke is probably my most frequent drink. Better lay off a while though, since I'm sneaking in to visit the party.
I'm working from home today and have tons more to do. Sigh.
It'll be a late night with no fun.
At least I have pleasant memories of that blue ribbon.
And whatever . . .hehe
Julie

Sharon Donovan said...

And who says real men don't wear kilts! Wink
Sharon

Skhye said...

OH MY! This article is NOT for the weak of heart. :)

http://www.heraldsun.com.au/travel/world/howie-nicholsby-reveals-kilt-etiquette/story-e6frfhe6-1225768355007

Skhye said...

The ANSWER... What's under the kilt. Scroll down to the first story under JOKES.

http://www.realmenwearkilts.net/what.html

Sharon Donovan said...

LOL Skhye. Gotta love a man with a good set of bagpipes in good working order. Grin.

Sharon

Skhye said...

The pipes, the pipes rrrrrrrrr calling! ;)

Julie Robinson said...

You two!!!
Now how am I supposed to work when I keep getting these fun emails!!!
At least I'm working with a smile.

Sharon Donovan said...

Well folks, that brings us to the end of another Wednesday Spotlight. It has indeed been a blue ribbon day. I'd like to thank Skhye for being such a fun and entertaining guest. The pipes have called her home. Here here Skhye! And as a parting gift, Oliver has left his kilt. I hope you come back again. Please join me next Wednesday when my featured guest will be Jane Richardson. Until then, may the luck of the Irish be with you as you journey through life.
Hugs and farewell,

Sharon

Jane Richardson, writer said...

Oliver in a kilt! Well, who'd have thought! I sincerely hope he behaved like a true Scotsman. ;-) Fun, fun, fun interview, ladies!

Jane x

Skhye said...

LOL, Jane! Thanks for having me over, Sharon. My sleeping meds kicked in about 9:30 last night. I'm just getting back over here. And I'm giving away a pdf of HE OF THE FIERY SWORD to... Jane! My husband said it goes to the last commenting guest. ;) Jane, please e-mail me at skhye@skhyemoncrief.com to claim your prize. :)

Sharon Donovan said...

What fun, ladies. And how is that for a departing bonus, a prize from Skhye of He of the Fiery Sword. Congratulations, Jane!
Sharon

Sylvie said...

Loved the excerpts! and what a fun interview and comments. Carry on laides :-)

Sylvie Kaye

Skhye said...

Thanks, Sylvie.

Sharon Donovan said...

Thanks for dropping by, Sylvie!
Sharon