Huge welcome to the lovely Shehanne Moore, author of the outstanding Unraveling Lady Fury and fellow Scot!
I’ve nabbed her today to tell us a bit about her heroine, Kara McGurkie from her 2nd August release, His Judas Bride.
Now Shey, I know you’re expecting me to dive straight in with the Callm and Wee Eck questions, but no, I’m intrigued by something else entirely.
Fury, well, she was what I’d call a despicable heroine, but she had my backing (believe it or not Lady F) from the first page. She’s cornered and comes out fighting and Kara doesn’t seem much different, though maybe more timid.
So, if you don’t mind, I have a few questions about Kara?
Kara is supposed to have spent years at a finishing school in Edinburgh is she not? Can you give us a clue as to where she was instead?
A little Timid? I wouldn’t run that one past Callm. She’s as ballsy as hell. She’s had to be to survive and it is what piques his interest from the start. Five years ago her father had plans for her to marry Callm. Ones he was prepared to commit murder for. That she has a son shows how badly she messed this up. Kara herself – chillingly- says... The fortune was not small that he spent on me. She’s not talking the parties, the suitors, the learning in Edinburgh where her father led everyone to believe she was, so no-one would ever ask. Think of the worst a woman could face. Kara has paid the dearest price a woman can pay.
You’re such a tease, Mrs Moore! So, why then is she marrying Ewen? Was this one arranged? Out of love or something else?
Laughing here at the out of love. I think this extract sums up Ewen....
If Ewen expected she would speak, well she would. “Yes, my lord. I am Lady Kara, Chief Ian Dhub’s oldest daughter.” Very nicely too, making no reference to the fact that Chief Ian Dhub’s second and also his youngest had already proved so unexpectedly sticky about signing the agreement, one had said she’d sooner cut off her hand.
Kara’s clan are Irish tinkers. Her father wants to demonstrate to the other clans he is as good by taking something they can’t get into because of the Wolves. Lochalpin. So we have a Trojan horse situation here. And Kara demands to do it to get her life and her son back, as well as save her sisters suffering her fate. But that’s all right because....
God, her mind whispered, don’t waylay me on the road to perdition. You can’t win.
Children’s names? Wedding nights? Was she mad? There weren’t going to be any children. And there wasn’t going to be any wedding night.
Because, after the wedding feast, there wasn’t going to be any groom.
Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!!!!!! Isn’t it Friday yet? I want to buy this bloody book! Okay, back to the interview. A lot seems to be on Kara’s shoulders – the destroying of a clan, happiness and maybe even family. What was that like for her? Can imagine she’s been through the ringer as much as, if not more than, Fury.
Yeah. She has suffered more. There is no way out for Kara, only darker paths to follow. I guess this sums her up.
What’s Kara’s initial thoughts on the Black Wolf (sorry, couldn’t resist finding out something about Callm!)?
Ooh Well she mistakes him for Ewen, but straight off she thinks.
This is one of these instant oh my Gaaaawwwd attractions. Can’t think, talking Martian, don’t believe this...he’s so gorgeous. It is the same for him too. But this is not a story where the sexy guy solves everything. This is an attraction they will fight, as you can see....
Fight to the death. She has no desire to have a man in her life and he has no desire to be involved with a woman again. But they are in the grip of this appalling force.
Can you show us the blurb?
To save her son, there is nothing she won’t do. To save his people, neither will he. Dire circumstances force Kara McGurkie to forget she’s a woman. Dire circumstances force her to swear to love and honor, to help destroy a clan in order to get back the life she lost. But when dire circumstances force her to seduce her fiancé’s brother on the eve of the wedding, will the dark secrets she holds and the things she wants most, be enough to save her and them, from his powerful allure, especially when she knows he may just be playing with her.
Callm McDunnagh, the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, ruthlessly guards heart and glen from dangerous intruders. But from the moment he first sees Kara he knows he must possess her, even though he also knows that surrendering to his desire may prove the most dangerous risk of all.
Now no problem becomes big problem as passion and desire rage out of control. Kara must look into the soul she thought she sold to make a choice. But can she look deep enough? Only she can decide who and what passion can save, or destroy, how when and who will finally learn the truth of the words… Till death do us part.
And an excerpt?
Again this is from the start where she thinks it’s Ewen. (Aimee butting in… YAY!)
“Now,” Lord Ewen canted his jaw, “how about you put your hand where everyone here can see it?”
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he leaned closer. Her throat dried. His thigh was a very handy option, wasn’t it? Though she strove to stop them, she widened her eyes. Drunk or not, debaucher or not, Lord Ewen reeked sexuality like a dangerous perfume.
Some people did. They just did. That was bad enough.
This sexual charge, this current, was worse. Because it demanded a response in kind. Under normal circumstances that would be the worst of it, not just worse.
But the worst, worst, was the honed, hardened edge and the sweet, sinful breath that said he knew her type. Perfectly. And said he knew why she was here, trying to get into Lochalpin. Said he wanted to tell her she was good. To tie her hands, but couldn’t because he was having to hold off. Really, really hold off.
And she still, still couldn’t quite take her eyes off his thigh. How could she? When Arland was at stake and the man was a dangerous snake. Even down to Arland appearing on his shoulder. What was Arland even doing there?
“Sir, I must pro—”
“Which part of ‘Put your hand where I can see it now’ are you unfamiliar with?”
Hell-cat was another word like slut. Expressing her fury was the last thing she should do here, but he had her so she could not think for the rage that swamped. And not just rage. For five years she had been dead inside. Her soul a calcified shell, it had taken her less than five seconds to sell ten short hours ago. Her body colder than the icy blanket of snow obscuring the trees and bushes around her. And what had it taken for her breath to rush through her nostrils like this? Her heart to hammer?
She snatched her hand from inside her cloak. “Satisfied?” Well, it wouldn’t rush. She would be nice.
He edged so his breath brushed her cheek. “Is this how you think you can waltz in here, Princess? Hmm? By bedazzling us with your”—he lowered his gaze—“breathtaking smile?”
“Oh, not at all, my lord.” Being nice was an exercise in restraint such as she had seldom experienced. Calm too when his gaze and voice washed over her with such deliberate sexual intent, she began to wish she’d kept the cloak shut. But if she did not speak, did not stand her ground here, that would be worse. “Actually, I thought my credentials would be sufficient.”
Thanks for popping over Shey! Don’t know about all you guys, but I know what I’m doing tomorrow night – getting formally introduced to Callm!