Thursday, March 31, 2011
Interview of Author Kelley Heckart
Latest Book: Beltaine’s Song, Book Two: Dark Goddess Trilogy
Kelley writes Celtic historical romances with fantasy/paranormal elements. Her stories reflect her passion for history, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts, her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, magic, conflict and romance.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: I don’t think any part of writing is easy. How hard it is depends on the story too. Some stories come together easier than other stories do. I think most writers will say that the middle is the hardest to write because you have all this space you have to fill in with something that will keep the reader interested.
Q: Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
A: In Beltaine’s Song my favorite character is Domelch. She is an ancient vampire turned warrior queen. She is strong and sticks to her beliefs no matter what the cost. I admire that in a woman.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroines? Tell us about your heroine.
A: Angelina Jolie. The heroine in this latest book is an ancient Greek vampire turned warrior queen. I think only Miss Jolie could pull that off.
Q: What is your favorite romance book that you’ve read?
A: My favorite romance novel is Knight in Shining Armor—I can’t even think of the author’s name right now. It will come to me later when I am in the shower or something.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: I want to write a horror novel. I read more horror novels growing up than romance so it’s something I have been thinking about lately.
Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: Facebook, because it is easier for me to use—everything is there on one page—simple and straightforward.
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
http://kelleysrealm.blogspot.com Check out my long hair hotties!
For each of them, spring's song has a different meaning.
Aedan and Domelch must battle earthly foes—enemy kings and traitorous allies. For the first time, the arrival of spring heralds the sound of a harsh battle horn as their foes close in. Through all this turmoil, can their love survive?
For their son, Gartnait, spring brings with it the promise of new love and the thrilling sound of the battle horn, putting those he cares about in danger.
King Galan and King Morcant, along with their advisors, listened intently as Aedan told them the news of King Conall's death. Domelch sat next to him, feeling relaxed.
“I need to know for certain that both of ye will support me in fighting for the kingship of Dal Riata.” Aedan's expression grew serious. He carefully watched each king, his gaze unyielding.
Galan met Aedan’s unwavering stare. “I am with you. I have waited for this moment to finally move against Bridei.”
Galan's warrior marks flickered in the lamplight, marking his many battles and kills, a reminder to Domelch of his great experience as a Priteni warrior.
“As am I. I see many advantages to aligning myself with the king of Dal Riata.” Morcant smiled, his fox-like face looking keen in the lamplight.
“I must request that your advisors leave the room before we continue,” Domelch said, looking at the two monks who appeared stunned by her request.
“This is most unreasonable,” sputtered Talgorm, Galan's advisor.
“I agree.” Morcant's advisor glowered at her.
Galan held up his hand, putting a halt to their protests.
Morcant looked bemused by it all. “I have to say I am quite curious as to what must be so secretive that our advisors have to leave.”
“Is it necessary that they leave?” Galan looked at her with a questioning expression, a reddish brow arched.
“If Galan has no protest to this, I will allow it.” Morcant turned his attention to Galan, folding his hands in front of him on the table.
“Talgorm, wait for me outside,” Galan requested.
The two monks left, grumbling and giving her dark looks.
“Well, please do not delay. I am most eager to hear this,” Morcant said, his face filled with curiosity.
“For this alliance to work, it will require an oath of fealty, a blood oath,” Domelch stated. “This is not Aedan's doing. I am the one who requires it.”
“An oath of fealty I can well understand, but a blood oath? You do not trust your own brother?” Galan's pale green eyes flashed with amusement.
Galan looked taken aback. “Dear sister, have I ever given you cause to distrust me?”
“Dear brother, I know of your impulsive nature. Besides, a blood oath will also ensure that Aedan keeps his word. We all have much to gain here. If we are to become an invincible power, we need to work together and have absolute trust. The ancient blood oath will ensure that trust on all sides.”
Morcant looked on with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “An ancient blood oath. Most clever indeed.” He looked at her with admiring eyes, glancing at the other two kings, pondering his answer. “I will take the blood oath.”
Galan groaned, giving his sister a wounded look. “As will I.”
Galan's wounded expression recalled memories within Domelch of when they were lovers back when she was Cardea and she rejected him for Aedan. Having those memories sometimes confused her as to who she was now. Only Galan could arouse the demon within her and now she would be seeing more of him.
The feeling unsettled her but she shook it off, producing a dagger and motioned for a servant to bring the cup of mead. One by one, the three kings held out their hands. Domelch sliced their palms with the whetted blade, dripping dark red droplets into the golden mead, swirling like a maelstrom of blood and fire. She spoke words in Latin, waving her hand over the cup. The scent of human blood, sweet and intoxicating, filled her senses. Like a haunting melody, it weaved its spell into her soul, filling her veins with a hunger. She stiffened, terrified by her dark thoughts, thinking that part of her long dead.
Solemn-faced, each king took a drink of the crimson-laced drink, saying, “I vow complete fealty to my blood brothers as long as I shall live.”
Quiet descended on the hall, the shadows retreating to the far corners. She thought she heard the ancients whispering, their presence filling the hall. A ripple of dark wings stirred the fire, sending a chill breeze against her cheek. Their cold talons stirred the fire, raising and lowering the flames as if in acknowledgement of the ancient blood oath. It was not an oath to be taken lightly. If broken, the penalty was death.
Anything else you’d like to add?
Thank you for the interview. I would also like to let readers know that I am part of a free reads blog called Truly Madly Deeply Romance Authors. It’s a blog that has a new free read each week. http://trulymadlydeeplyromanceauthors.blogspot.com
Posted by Marianne Stephens at 12:01 AM