Kilting Me Softly
Blog Spot
May 17th, 2013
Author Persephone Jones
Author, Persephone
Jones is here today talk about her new book Kilting
Me Softly which is available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Barnes &
Noble and Kindle.
Kilting Me Softly is a story set in Scotland that features
Morgan Keevy, an American seeking revenge for her twin sister’s murder.
Blurb:
Morgan
Keevy is a woman hell-bent on revenge. She’s traveled thousands of miles to
Scotland to kill Ciaran McCade, the man responsible for murdering her twin
sister Megan. So she’s horrified by her lust-filled response to him at their
first meeting.
“What brings you to Scotland…miss, Mrs.?” He performed a
shameless search of her fingers.
“Ms.”
“Ms.? You’re not married?” He glanced around as if he’d
stumbled upon a gold mine and wished to keep it a secret. Right then, she could
have taken him gently by the back of the head, brought him to her lips and
whispered to him, Have no fear. I only have eyes for you, Ciaran McCade.
Eyes and a dagger with your murdering name written all over it. She showed
him her hand, naked of any jewelry.
“Engaged?”
Morgan shook her head.
“Boyfriend.” He declared as if finally certain in his
last-ditch attempt to figure her level of availability.
Smiling, she shook her head again. She’d planned on giving
him a fake last name, but so far he’d been too distracted to follow through and
ask. The cad was making this easy. She hadn’t planned on that either. If things
continued this way, she’d be back on a plane to the United States by tomorrow
morning. One less psychopathic monster running loose in the world. A shattered
family one step closer to healing.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He cursed and then stopped himself.
“There’s no way you’re not married or engaged or dating or…”
“Fucking someone?”
That caught him off guard. His eyes, piercing jade jewels,
scanned her womanly shape with virile hunger. In her study of the abnormal
psyche, she’d become adept at sensing when someone was conning her, but this
man’s game was on a whole other level of expertise. When his heated gaze
returned to hers, she smirked at his shameless survey of her body. “Conall” had
finally got his bearings. “So, you were saying?”
She didn’t bother asking him if he had a girlfriend. Men
like Ciaran McCade didn’t have girlfriends or relationships. They conquered and
destroyed. When they wanted something—they simply took it. Sex was no
different. As was no doubt the case when he’d happened upon defenseless,
unsuspecting Megan. She tried not to think how she broke down when the
detective told her Megan had been raped. How he’d admitted that whoever raped
her had worn a condom to prevent identification. Now was not the time to tap
into that memory.
He wasn’t the only one regrouping. Morgan maintained a
fragile calm on her exterior. Never mind that she trembled to her bones on the
inside. What were they discussing?
“Family history,” she offered, deciding not to attempt a
full-out lie. After all, she didn’t feel she was as skilled a liar as the man
currently eating her up with a spoon. A liar who, after hours and hours of
endless interrogation, maintained his story. The one where he claimed he’d
never seen Megan before, much less eviscerated her in an abandoned park in the
middle of the night.
“Mother’s or father’s side?”
She sipped her drink and stirred it casually with the straw.
“A little of both, actually.”
“Hmm.” He picked up his stool and positioned it as close to
hers as he could get it, setting his drink, a murky ale, beside hers. His
obvious come-on made her laugh. It had been so long she barely recognized the
sound. Despite the horror of her reality, she was beginning to enjoy herself.
Months had passed since she’d been able to relax. What the hell. She deserved a
moment’s joy. And this bastard from hell owed it to her. “Where are you from?”
“A little place called Houston, Texas.”
“Ah. I know of it.”
I bet you do. She had to say a silent prayer to
maintain a pleasant expression when everything in her being shouted at her to take
him by the throat and lay him out on the bar, slashed by a thousand broken
liquor bottles, and light him on fire.
“Ever been to the States?” She tested him.
“Aye. Long ago.”
Long ago as in months? she wanted to ask. Commit
any rapes or murders while on holiday there? “And?”
“Where were you?”
Tell us about your latest book.
My latest book is titled Kilting Me Softly. It’s a
paranormal romance featuring a Scottish werewolf hero and an American heroine.
It’s a story about a murder and mistaken identity. A bit of suspense, a little
horror and lots of sex!
When did you start writing?
I always liked drawing and telling stories as a kid. As I
grew older, I found writing was something I could do to escape things like my
parents’ divorce, their remarriages, being an only child and entering a new
school. I could do it anytime, anywhere and it was my secret, private world.
Once I started, I found I didn’t want to stop. I’ve been writing ever since.
I love horror movies, especially werewolves. I wanted to
write a different kind of werewolf story. Then Morgan Keevy, my heroine,
started speaking to me and I just had to tell her story.
Will you do more books in this series?
Yes! The Sexy Scots will be a trilogy. So there will be two
more, Off Kilter and Done Been Kilt.
What is your favorite thing about writing?
I think my favorite thing about writing is the idea of
creating worlds, characters who live fantastical lives and live passionately.
It’s escapism in its purest form.
What do you find that is sexy about a man or a woman?
A sense of humor is priceless. Brains. (No, that’s not a
zombie thing. J)
I think a smart man or woman is sexy.
I’m married with three fur babies but no human children. I
do help out my mother a lot. It’s a balance. Sometimes I write during the day,
sometimes at night. Due to the flexibility of the writing life, I can change my
writing schedule if necessary to accommodate daily life. There aren’t many
jobs/crafts that allow for that.
Wine or chocolate, what's your favorite?
Chocolate! But wine is good too. Why choose when we can have
both, right?
Thank you for stopping by and I hope you will leave Persephone a comment. And by the book!!!!
Warmly,
Erin Simone, Author
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