Please help me welcome Nancy Scanlon to the blog today! She’s taken a seat, grabbed a snack and drink, and is answering a few questions about herself and her release The Winter Laird. I love the blurb, excerpt, and cover and think you will, too.
Don’t forget to enter her giveaway! The link is below.
Let’s get started…
What five words would your friends use to describe you?
You know, I wondered that myself. Since I’m a pretty direct person, I went ahead and asked them: Imaginative, entertaining, adventurous, ambitious, and fun 🙂
Love it! What would we find underneath your bed?
A whole lot of dust bunnies made up of dog hair. (I checked. They’re there, and they’re watching me…)
They breed so quickly. lol Tell us the last thing you cooked.
I love to cook. We rarely eat out, so I cook every meal, every day. Last night, I made an amazing fig-prosciutto pizza from a recipe out of one of The Pioneer Woman’s cookbooks. (For the record…It. Was. Heavenly.)
I love to cook, too, but I also love to eat out. It’s a mixed curse/blessing. lol Tell us your favorite part of the writing process.
I love edits. They make me reevaluate my story, making it stronger and tighter. A good editor can really make me think hard, and that leads to characters who are more dimensional, a thicker plot, and a sweeter romance. I love choosing character names. Tell us how you came up with your character’s names in THE WINTER LAIRD. When I’m writing, I’ll hear (in my head) the beginning sound of a character’s first name, then I’ll start reading what names that start with that sound mean. If the meaning fits with the character, then I’ll use it. However, sometimes the spellings of traditional Irish names are near impossible to speak aloud without a good grasp of Gaelic. So I try to modify the name somewhat (in the case of Nioclas, I used Nick as his nickname to make it easier on the reader. OK, and easier on me, too…reading that name aloud is tricky!)
Describe your book tweet style…that’s right you get 140 characters!
Ooh, this one is easy, as that’s how my publishing journey began – through a tweet during PitMad (an online Twitter event for aspiring authors): Rom TT: A modern matchmaker and a medieval Irish lord must work together to save his clan and her life. Can their hearts survive it?
Nicely done. What’s something about yourself that not many people know?
I work best under pressure. Deadlines are my lifelines; if I don’t have a deadline, I’ll do anything except what I’m supposed to be doing!
lol…sounds very familiar 🙂 What’s the one scene from THE WINTER LAIRD that stands out in your mind as being your favorite to write?
Any scene between Brianagh and Reilly. Those two are as close as siblings, and while I don’t have a brother, I did gather a lot of their rapid-fire dialogue from conversations with my own sisters.
Describe your writing space.
I write wherever I happen to be at that moment – on the couch, in my bed, at a proper desk, in a Starbucks, at the kitchen table…the list is almost endless.
When did you know that writing was your passion and was what you wanted to pursue?
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been a voracious reader. I wrote my first full-length novel at sixteen, when I was a shy and lonely high school girl. I hadn’t many friends (and was the target of a nasty bully), so I withdrew into a world of my own making, and it was glorious. I felt free and happy – two things lacking for me at the time – and when I typed THE END on that first book in June of 1996, the rush of joy was something I wanted to preserve.
Why should we read THE WINTER LAIRD?
Without going too deep into the typical paranormal and sci-fi-ness of time travel, The Winter Laird will enter you into the life of a woman who thinks she’s content, but in reality, she’s settled for something without realizing she’s settled for it. You’ll feel her confusion and elation as she wakes up to the possibilities of love in unexpected places, and all the ups and downs and compromises that come with it…and, if I’ve done my job right, it will leave you sighing a happy sigh when you close the book.
Please share the first sentence in your book.
Brianagh O’Rourke carefully adjusted the elbow-length veil.
Describe your hero through your heroine’s eyes.
Nioclas MacWilliam is a curious mix of fierce strength, intense power, deep loyalty, and sweet tenderness. He tends to be a quiet man, listening to all around him before speaking his piece. His strength comes from years of training, but also years of ruling as the MacWillam clan laird. His power comes from his intelligence in dealing with other Irish clans and the peace he strives to achieve. His loyalty is deeply ingrained in his clan for all he’s done for them. But the tenderness…well, according to those who know him best, he’s only shown that side to me. And it’s disarming, to put it lightly! And, to be perfectly honest, the man can kiss like no other…
Out of all your books, which one character is most like you?
You’ll find traits of me in all my heroines. Brianagh’s need to make people happy, for example. In book 2 (AN ENCHANTED SPRING), Emmaline’s professionalism. In book 3 (ONCE UPON A SUMMER NIGHT), Eleanor’s love of all things books. And who knows what I’ll put into future books!
Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?
I’m working on the edits of AN ENCHANTED SPRING (Book 2) and writing ONCE UPON A SUMMER NIGHT (Book 3). I’m also plotting the fourth book in the series – we have a title, but it’s not final yet. However, it will follow the seasons, so you can imagine it’s going to take place in the fall…
RANDOM FUN: FINISH THIS SENTENCE…
If I could go anywhere on vacation I’d go somewhere misty…like Ireland!
My best accomplishment of 2015 is not breaking any bones while playing volleyball with my girlfriends.
The last book I read was THE GREAT CHRISTMAS KNIT-OFF by Alexandra Brown.
I don’t plan to ever go to jail.
The last thing I ate that had bacon in it was nothing. I’m probably the only person in the world who doesn’t like bacon.
The one thing I refuse to eat is any sort of organ – liver, tongue, heart…you get the gist.
Thank you so much for letting me interview you, Nancy. I had a great time and hope you did, too!
“The women are spying on us from under the benches,” Aidan said as he bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for Nioclas to finish his drink. Admiring his sword, he added, “Been there for about ten minutes or so. I give them another twenty before they get cold and head back into the castle.”
Nioclas sighed. “I’m unsurprised. Does Erin still think no one knows about her forays into the lists?”
Aidan shrugged and quickly crossed swords with his brother. “Of course. I’m certainly not going to tell her. She’ll skewer me on the end of her sewing needle whilst I sleep.”
“Are you that afraid of a wee lass?” Nioclas mocked, jumping back and just avoiding the tip of Aidan’s blade. “I don’t think Donovan has much trouble with her.”
“Oh, I’m sure Donovan has complete control over his wife,” Aidan replied, and they both grinned as they hacked away at each other. “I don’t think he’s ever been privy to the full extent of Erin’s talents, though.”
Nioclas ducked and rolled out of Aidan’s path, springing back up and crossing blades once more. “I—oof—doubt he would’ve agreed to marry her, had he known.”
“Marriage. I don’t envy you, brother. Shackled for life. I hope she is worth it.” Aidan ducked, narrowly avoiding the at of Nioclas’s blade, then spun to avoid it again. “Saints, Nick, I was only—oof— is there something you care to talk about?” he asked sardonically as Nioclas’s attack intensified.
“No,” Nioclas replied curtly, swinging his arm relentlessly.
“Hmm. I believe there’s a tale there.” Aidan plunged his sword toward his brother, who leapt backward.
“None I care to tell you,” Nioclas replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Well, you’re putting on quite a show for her.” They circled each other. “Mayhap this will be a love match yet—” Aidan’s sword went flying. He watched, open-mouthed, as it soared through the air. Someone called out, and men scattered as the blade went hilt-over-tip, landing about twenty feet from where they stood.
He looked at his brother in alarm. Nioclas had never bested him by forcing his sword from his hand. That was something they’d agreed long ago was unnecessary between them. War was never far, and neither wanted the other without his sword if it broke.
“Love is for fools,” Nioclas growled before stalking off.
It was a rare thing for Nioclas to lose his temper, especially in the lists. Bemused, Aidan watched him go, then threw a wink over to the source of his brother’s obvious discomfort.
Smirking at the feminine gasps, Aidan collected his sword and sauntered off.