Hello and welcome!
Today I have somebody coming for a chat who became dear to me recently. Reading about his early life, it broke my heart, and I am glad he turned out ok.
Oh and there he is coming thru the door.
He is so handsome … sigh
Welcome, welcome! Please have a seat, it is so nice to see you again, don’t you look dashing!
I have a soft-knees reaction to a hunk in kilt, my heart goes pitter-patter… I think he knows the effect he has on me because he is smiling at me and winks… the rascal!
Let’s start then…
What is your full name?
I’m a court-born bastard and proud of it, so Sorley has aye been good enough. Since my book, that’s changed some. Now aware of my parentage, I’m proud to call myself a MacNab.
Do you have a nickname?
Aye, the Hawk.
What is one word best describes you?
Describe what you are wearing now to our readers.
The proud blue-and-green plaid of my late lady mother’s clan. I’ve aye favored the it, but only learned in my book that there was a blood-bound reason I felt drawn to the tartan. My lady scribe wouldn’t care for me to give spoilers here, so I cannae name my mother’s clan. You’ll have to trust that I’ve garbed myself in fine style for our interview-tryst.
I wish I could take a picture and show you, he is delish.
Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
Aye, though she could’ve done without having my lady see me wearing a leper’s robe and smeared in dung. I had good reason for the guise as you’ll ken from the story. Still, the scribe could’ve let Roag and I ride out of the inn-yard before Mirabelle and her party arrived.
But that was so much fun to read that part…
What makes you laugh out loud?
Lots, and I’m glad of that! A man who cannae laugh might as well be dead. These days, my wife’s wee kitten, Little Heart, keeps us both well entertained. He’s aye feisty and full of himself, but what really makes me roar with laughter is when he bites my friend Roag’s toes. Roag visits us now and again and leaves his door cracked at night. Little Heart takes advantage.
What is your favourite dessert?
A certain sweetness only my lady can offer me. If I have to tell you what it is, you’ve never met the right man.
oh I know what you mean 😉
What is your favourite drink?
A fine and frothy ale at the Red Lion Inn.
What is your greatest fear?
A Highlander fears nothing, lass. Though if pressed, I’d say waking up and discovering my book was a dream. I dinnae think I could go on without my Mirabelle.
What is your favourite colour?
Blue. In a thousand beautiful shades. Anyone who has e’er looked upon the Highlands will know why.
I would love to go there one day, I’ve read so much about it. It is on my bucket list.
What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Read the opening line of chapter one of my book: “Sorley the Hawk slept naked.” I’ll add that we Scots leave sleeping-in-bedclothes to our Sassenach neighbors in the south. A real man needs only cold night air and a hot-blooded woman for his comfort in bed.
What is the perfect romantic date?
Walking the high moors with my lady. We’d enjoy the clean, cold air, the rich scent of peat, the beauty of the heather, then we’d find a fine, sheltering outcrop, I’d whip off my plaid and spread it on the ground. If you’ve ever been loved by a Highlander, you’ll know what then happens.
How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?
My ribs, but no one has dared tickle me there since Cook in the Stirling Castle kitchens when I was wee sma’ laddie.
What’s your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
Peat smoke, and it reminds me that there’s no truer way to ken if you have even a jot of Highland blood. If you do, just a whiff of such earthy-rich sweetness will make your heart pound.
When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
Her eyes. They say everything. Sakes, anyone who read my book kens I took one look at Mirabelle’s shining eyes at a certain feast hall celebration and I lost my heart, my soul even. All the rest is fine, and there’s no’ an inch on a woman that I dinnae love, but it’s her eyes that claim a man.
Do you have somebody in your life now?
My Mirabelle. Her wee kitten, Little Heart, owns my soul, too. But dinnae you tell her. There are some things a man keeps to himself.
My lips are sealed, but I think she knows already 😀
What is one word best describes her?
Is your book part of a series? What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
Aye, the scribe calls the series ‘Scandalous Scots’ and it’s a 4.5 book series. The start was an e-novella, ONCE UPON A HIGHLAND CHRISTMAS, Dec. 2013. My friend Roag’s story is next when his TO DESIRE A HIGHLANDER releases later this year.
Thanks so much for meeting with me, lass. Now I’d best be away. The night is starting to draw in and I promised my lady a walk to greet the gloaming. Thereafter, well, we have plans she wouldn’t appreciate me sharing…
I am grateful for your time. All my best to Mirabelle. Love her, she has spunk.
And there you have it. Sorley, my newest book boyfriend hails from TO LOVE A HIGHLANDER, which is book 1 of a 5-book series, Scandalous Scots, launched in December 2013 with an e-novella, ONCE UPON A HIGHLAND CHRISTMAS, by the awesome Sue-Ellen Welfonder.
Excerpt from To Love A Highlander
Set-Up: Sorley and Mirabelle have met up in the castle chapel to discuss the finer points of the proposition she’s made him…
Mirabelle swallowed, unable to help herself. “You are a charmer.”
A slow smile curved Sorley’s lips. A darkly seductive smile, as unsettling as how he’d let his gaze slide oh-so-suggestively up and down her body. Yet his boldness made her pulse leap. It also warmed her in indecent places. She touched a hand to her breast, feeling both hot and dizzy despite the chill dampness of the chapel.
He stepped closer, giving her the distinct impression he’d pounce if she so much as blinked. “I am fond of women, aye.”
“So I have heard.” She kept her head raised, resisted the urge to wipe her palms against her cloak.
“Are you nervous?”
“I am relieved.” She spoke true, just not admitting she was indeed jittery. Her emotions were running higher than ever before.
She was also sharply aware of every ruggedly alluring inch of him. Including the oh-so-virile bulge she could see through the edges of his cloak. The glow of a wall sconce slanted right there, proving that he wasn’t just a tall, strapping man, powerfully-built and good-looking.
He was also just as well-lusted as the court ladies claimed.
Sorley the Hawk wanted her.
And he was already prepared to do exactly what she’d asked of him.
Set-Up ~ Sorley speaking to Mirabelle, shortly before their first love scene…
“If I cross this threshold, there’ll be no going back. No restraint.’ He gave her a final chance. ‘I will ravish you in there, as I have e’er dreamt of doing. Thoroughly, completely, and until we are both so replete, so sated, that we cannae move. Then we shall begin again.”
From the author
TO LOVE A HIGHLANDER has a kitten character named Little Heart. The book is dedicated to the real Little Heart, a stray kitten who was brutalized and died of his injuries several days later. He was named Little Heart for the heart stitched into his body bandaging. His story upset me so much that I decided to write him into this book, giving him the happy ending he should have received in real life.
A portion of the royalties will be donated to my favorite cat rescue organization, Alley Cat Allies.
To keep in touch and keep up with news from Ms. Welfonder see the links below:
Sue-Ellen Welfonder: Book News Only Site
Allie Mackay site
Amazon Author Page – Sue-Ellen Welfonder
Amazon Author Page – Allie Mackay
Blog: Tartan Ink: All Things Celtic, Highland Magic, Kilties, & Other Neat Things
If you could visit the Highlands today, what would you do first?
One lucky commenter will win a signed print edition of Sorley & Mirabelle’s book, with some swag goodies.
The winner will be chosen by Sexy Mr. Random at 3pm Monday June 9th, 2014. Good luck!
Until next time, happy reading!