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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Interview of Author J.D. Faver

Today I'm happy to present an interview of romance author J.D. Faver.

Latest Book: BAD DREAMS
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K2IMIB4

BIO:
J.D. Faver is a Texas author of edgy romantic suspense. The Edge of Texas series is set on the lower coast, close to the border with Mexico. J.D. was an avid catamaran racer and sailed this part of the Gulf frequently. Now, she just kills characters there. Badlands, her other romantic suspense series is set in the Texas Panhandle, just to keep things interesting. Gotta love the cowboys too.



Q: How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
A: I immediately published the next one and the one after that.

Q: Your novel is being made into a TV series/movie. Who’s in your dream cast?
A: I created my character Darla based on Jennifer Garner’s image. I think she would bring Darla’s personality to the big screen very effectively. Since Darla is in all the Edge of Texas books, it would have to be a series. Darla a sheriff’s deputy and trained as a sniper. A lot of things happen to her along the way. While she’s tough and resilient, she’s also beautiful and a mom to twin 4-year-olds. She is a Bailey and the only girl with 7 brothers, so she had to grow up with survival skills.

Q: What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
A: I wake up and on my way to the shower, I turn on the computer. I think we are bonded. I have been writing every day for the past 5 years. The results have been pretty consistent. I manage to crank out 4 new novels each year without too much stress. I have a small rescue dog and she lets me know when we need to go outside.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: I think I’m doing the most important thing, and that is to keep writing. I love the contact with readers and I feel I have an obligation to write the next in the series and the next after that. I have some stand-alones as well, but if you commit to write a series, you damned well better not disappoint your readers. It thrills me when I’m contacted by readers who want the next book, or they tell me about a character they think deserves their own book. This is an adrenaline shot for a writer. Just like applause to an actor or musician.

Q: How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in the book?
A: A great deal. I do not write heroines who are anything less than kick-butt strong. And that pretty much describes me. I’m an advocate for elderly and disabled individuals, children and animals. Do not piss me off about these issues. I’m a very good shot.

Q: Of all your characters, who’s your favorite, and why?
A: I have a lot of favorites, but Rafael, the hero of my Edge of Texas series, seems to resonate the strongest to readers too. I could definitely stay in love/lust with him. Rafael is the sheriff and he is a ‘boy scout’ in most ways, as he always tries to do the right thing. But he admits to being possessive and having a jealous streak where Chloe is concerned. Do not mess with the big guy.

Q: Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
A: When writing sex scenes I have to seduce myself. I listen to blues (BB King, Bonnie Raitt, Stevie Ray Vaughan) and I also dance. One of my favorites to dance to is, “I said I loved you but I lied”.

Q: Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
A: Oh, yes. Many times. Places I have lived and events in my life are chronicled in all my books.

Q: Out of your entire backlist, which book has the best opening line? What's the line?
A: These are my favorites. You can choose. “She’s going to blow me...” Mike glanced over his shoulder. He lowered his voice, aware that he’d been shouting into his cell phone. BAD VIBES (Edge of Texas-3)

“This is not a date!” Her stilettos paced a tempo on the hardwood floor, echoing throughout his sparsely furnished bachelor apartment. BAD GIRL!

“You cannot go. I absolutely forbid it.” Breckenridge T. Ryan gazed at his bride of less than two months with an uncompromising glare. He rolled his eyes when he caught her amused expression. THE RELUCTANT RANCHER (Badlands-2)

Facts of life...Not all babies are cute. Not all elderly people are sweet. And not all brides are beautiful. KILL SHOT.

Q: How many stories are swirling around in your head? Do you keep a mental list, a computer file, or a spiral notebook filled with the ideas?
A: Sadly, I looked in my WIP file and counted 25 different unfinished projects. The good news is I consistently finish 4 novels per year. The bad news is, before I finish one, there are 2 new ideas struggling to escape my brain. But I may not be married to all the works in progress. Maybe I’m just dating them…toying with their affections.

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: I love Christmas because that is a family gathering time and I love to bake and feed people I love. I’m a huge fan of Halloween also. I have a great witch costume and a devil costume, as well as a pumpkin costume for me and my two granddaughters (they have since outgrown them).

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I was the girl singer in a band/orchestra and I’m still a very good shot. The two don’t necessarily go together.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: I wanted to be an actress. I majored in Drama in college and then figured out I would make a lousy waitress so I changed my major.

Q: Favorite food.
A: Many: Lobster, crab, avocado, fresh asparagus, chocolate anything.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: Every time I get together with family and friends, I’m rewarded with a slew of happy memories. Couldn’t pick just one.

Q: Favorite drink.
A: Coke, the breakfast of champions.

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Living in coastal Texas, I can’t remember what chilly winter nights feel like, so I will go with hot summer days. We have a lot of those.

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: To plant all my fruit trees on our land in the Hill Country of Texas and see my grandchildren harvest the fruit.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: I would live forever so I can crank out all the stories in my head. Immortality would suit me fine.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Website: http://www.jdfaver.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JDFaver
Blog: http://www.jdfaver.com/blog
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JDFaver_Author
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/jdfaverauthor/
Amazon Author Page
Barnes & Noble Author Page

BLURB:
When Chloe falls in love with an old Victorian, she convinces Rafael to buy her dream house. She envisions their children playing on the extensive grounds and harvesting fruit from the long-neglected citrus orchard. Undisturbed for decades, ghosts begin speaking to her. Now, with renovations underway, the house begins to divulge its secrets. Who knows where the bodies are buried?

Meanwhile, Rafael and his team of deputies are busy trying to protect the community from a ruthless home invasion gang. The lower Texas coast is at risk on more than one plane, as the robbers target area citizens and tortured spirits are torturing the ones he loves.

Rock-solid and down to earth, Rafael is hard-pressed to accept the whole ghost thing, much less the measures Chloe takes to combat the spirits, but she goes into full battle mode, enlisting the assistance of a curandera to help her vanquish supernatural evil and release her young daughter from their possession.

EXCERPT: Set-up:
This is from the first night Chloe and Rafael spend in the old Victorian house they purchased and is in the process of being remodeled. Rafael is not completely in love with the house, but she is determined to win him over. She has fixed up the turret room for her grand seduction.

"Don't you just love this room?" she persisted.

He nodded. "Better than the rest of the house. But it smells of dust and something else."

"Bleach. I wiped down the hard surfaces with bleach water."

"Yeah, that’s romantic."

She stretched up to plant a kiss on his mouth. "It will be. Please stop grousing. I love this place."

He expelled a deep breath. "I know, and I love you." He lifted her onto the bed and sank down beside her. "I just wish you had fallen in love with a brand new place that had functional central air conditioning."

"Buzz kill."

"Brat!"

She laughed and he kissed her mouth...kissed it so well, she forgot about defending her house. She fumbled with his uniform shirt, wanting his skin touching hers. "Why don't they design these uniforms with Velcro?"

His face split into a wide grin. "Because then I would be Rafael Solis, the stripper and not the sheriff."

"I want stripper Raffy, so get these clothes off now."

He guffawed and removed his holstered gun and the handcuffs looped through his utility belt. He placed them on the floor beside the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt cuff.

Chloe rolled onto her back with her arms flung overhead, draping off the side of the bed. She had wanted Raffy to love the house as much as she did, but he wasn't there yet. He did love the five acre home site with the orchards and other lush trees. He could envision his children having lots of space to roam and play.

A strong breeze blew through the open windows, cooled by the water in the bay. The sheer curtains she’d rushed to install undulated like frenzied dancers. This could be so nice. She wanted their first night in their soon-to-be home to be a memorable experience. She turned her gaze back to her husband, admiring his handsome features as he worked open the buttons of his starched uniform shirt.

She ran her hand over his chest, lightly caressing his muscled torso. Work of art. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more." He tossed the shirt to the floor beside the bed. He pulled off his boots and dropped his pants.

Chloe reached up for him and he slid into her arms.

Rafael was a big man. Strong, but gentle. He swept her long hair out of the way and arranged himself over her, resting his weight on his forearms. He held himself above her, teasing her with his nearness. Tantalizing her with his languor. He definitely knew how to take his time.

She arched up to graze his chest, writhing against him.

He made a contented sound. Something between a hum and a groan.

Yes, I want to torture you, Mr. slow and easy. She ran her fingertips over his sides, softly scraping his muscled flesh with her short nails.

He captured her face in his hands and gazed into her eyes for a moment before lowering his head. He brushed his mouth over hers, nuzzling her lips before kissing her, gently at first and then deeper. His kiss set fire to something inside her, like striking a match to dry kindling.

She arched up again wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, lifting herself to rub against his hardness.

Rafael pressed her down onto the bed, using his weight to anchor her. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, onto her shoulder. Cupping a breast in his hand, he teased it with his mouth, circling her nipple with his tongue before suckling it.

Chloe raked her fingers through his thick hair, offering herself up for his torment.

Mi preciosa,” he murmured in her ear, sending tiny prickles down her neck.

She grazed his shoulders with her teeth, ran her tongue along the line of his collar bone to his neck. “Oh, Raffy, I’m so happy to be spending our first night here.”

“Yeah? Well get ready for ecstasy, because I’m going to take you there.”


Anything else you’d like to add?
Thank you so much for hosting me on RB4U. I really appreciate it.
*hugs*
~JD

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Needed, new brain


New computer, new programs. Needed: new brain!

I’m about three days into switching from a PC to a Mac and I could be doing better. This is damned confusing, although everyone assures me that in a week I’ll be acclimated. HA!

So I’m taking the easy way out and posting some interesting quotes from the Motivation Grid.

The power of a single sentence is tremendous. A single sentence can either make your day or ruin it. Here are a few sentences to change your life for the better.

1.   People aren’t against you; they are for themselves.
2.   Climb mountains not so the world can see you,  but that you can see the world.
3.   You learn more from failure than from success; don’t let failure stop you. Failure builds character.
4.   The most dangerous risk of all- the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do so later.
5.   Go where you’re celebrated, not where you’re tolerated.
6.   The person you will spend the most time within your life is yourself, so you’d better try to make yourself as interesting as possible.
7.   If you accept your limitations you go beyond them.
8.   People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing, that’s why we re- commend it daily.
9.   Everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.
  10.Comfort is the enemy of achievement.

  Now comes the easy part! I’d love to know if any of these strike a chord with you, and which one it is.

I’ve picked out in my mind the one that grabbed me. If you’d comment and give me the number of which one grabbed you, and your choice duplicates mine you can go to my website, www.jeanhartstewart.com and pick out any e-book of mine you want.

Have fun with this…..and see you next month.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Guest Blog: Jane Leopold Quinn: Paris to Normandy: Inspiration for a Story!

My husband and I just got back from a trip to France with the worst souvenir ever—severe colds. Five days later and I’m still just barely moving. This doesn’t diminish the beauty we found in France. Honestly, I love England and Italy and never had a big hankering to go to France. Nutty, yes I know but my dh wanted to see the Normandy Beaches and US Cemetery. I said I’d like to see Versailles.

We went on one of those Seine River tours. You’ve probably seen Viking advertised on TV. I thought they were interesting. The cruise company we ended up taking was Avalon Waterways. I didn’t know it but there are at least four river cruise companies in Europe. Avalon also runs Mississippi and Columbia riverboat tours here in the States. And sailing slowly and smoothly along the Seine was amazingly relaxing and lovely. I can highly recommend Avalon Waterways.

What does this have to do with writing? I haven’t a clue. But I’m sitting here, drugged up to the hilt with cold medications and nodding off in a doze every few minutes while watching NCIS reruns and writing romance is the last thing on my mind.

This won’t be a travelogue or anything as comprehensive as what Rick Steves writes. It’s just some musings and photos.





We stopped in Vernon, accent on the ‘non’. The weather was cooler than than we expected but not abnormal for that area of northern France. Cool temperatures made for gorgeous flowers in flower beds and hanging baskets. But I also loved the half-timbered houses.





Rouen is pronounced “rwr” or something like that. There’s no way a gal from Dubuque in Iowa could support a decent French accent. “Rwr” has many ancient buildings and the requisite cathedral. It’s also the town where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. The church built and dedicated to her is a very controversial modern construction. At least the architect thought to put ancient stained glass windows in the church. They’d been removed from another church before WW II to protect them.





Omaha Beach on the Normandy coast was so much larger than I’d ever imagined. It stretched for what seemed like miles. The chaos on that beach on June 6, 1944 must have been unimaginable to all the young men there. This is a photo of a sculpture, called Les Braves, in their honor.






Of course the US Cemetery is a peaceful and moving overwhelming expanse of green grass and white marble crosses. Avalon arranged for a short service, the playing of the National Anthem on a carillon and taps, then gave each of us a rose to place on any grave we would care to. Our plan was to find the grave of a friend’s great uncle and take photos of it. Luckily we had the section and plot number. That was nice to be able to make the visit more personal.










Les Andelys is another small town along the Seine, picturesque with more flowers and more ancient buildings. In their church, a wedding was being set up. I loved the rustic simplicity of the aisle chair decorations. I wish we’d been able to see the bride and groom. I would have liked to see her gown.














The Eiffel Tower is humongous, much larger than I thought it would be even after seeing photos. One of our guides said it had originally been painted red. I always thought it was black but it’s really a taupe/gray. See how just one leg of it dwarfs the people?






We toured Versailles and, wouldn’t you know it, my camera stopped working but Versailles was overwhelming and I wouldn’t have known what to focus on anyway. Same with The Louvre. Between the crowds at both places and everything there was to see, you just have to put the the camera down and gawk. I thought I’d been charging it up every night on the ship but apparently it didn’t work. I was afraid I’d have to take it to Best Buy for help but thought I’d charge it at home and YAY, it came back on line. Whew! I quickly transferred the photos to my laptop.

Besides the humongous cold, the flights are the worst part of trips. We had heavy turbulence both ways but at least the person behind me didn’t have a “Knee Defender.”

I don’t quite have a plot yet, but I would definitely have my characters strolling around the Île de la Cité, the island that’s the original heart of Paris, or sitting in a café on the Champs Elysées. Meet a painter in that little café. Turn that around so it’s a female painter with a male subject. How about a diamond necklace is stolen from a rich American woman, she hires a PI to find it, which eventually leads them both to the romantic narrow streets and wide boulevards of Paris.


I hope you enjoyed my little tour and photos. I write highly sensual stories that can be found here: Amazon Author Page
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
http://janeleopoldquinn.blogspot.com/
https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor

Monday, September 15, 2014

Had my blog all ready, then forgot to post it!

New Release!
Has been sitting between #4 and #8 for the past three weeks
on  Amazon!

And today it just dropped to #10...oh, well.  It was fun to watch the numbers for awhile. :)
Most of you have access to my own blog, so you may have read my excerpt, but for those who have not gone over to peek, here it is again:

Excerpt
copyright 2014

Fran Lee

Adult content

“I want to go back to Seattle. I have my job, and my apartment. Everything I own in the world is there, and you must know that I can’t stay here indefinitely, Gant.” She paced the office with arms crossed defensively over her chest, frowning at the eldest brother. He continued to add figures to the accounting program on his laptop, one dark brow lifting to tell her he’d heard every word. “You are the alpha of the Dumont Pack…it’s up to you. Whoever locked my damn car in the barn needs to let me take it and go home. You can’t keep me a prisoner here.”

She watched as he finished his work. As gorgeous as the man was, her irritation over being forced to stay made her far less appreciative of his attractiveness. When he closed the laptop and leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers laced over his taut abs in that tight tank-top, she swallowed nervously. “Please let me go.” She turned and stared out the tall windows at the lake.

“What part of being our mate escaped that sharp mind of yours, sweetness? It’s a done deal. Your job is unnecessary since you have enough money to live on for the next century or more. Dune and Mace have gone to Seattle to clear out your apartment and put anything you won’t need in storage. Clothes and personals are being shipped here as we speak. This IS your home.”

Spinning to stare incredulously at him, she started to shout that he had absolutely no right to do any such thing. But he was no longer seated behind the huge desk. Her nose was practically touching that mouthwatering chest, and his body heat washed over her as she took a quick step back and was brought up short when lean hands caught her hips and dragged her gently back.

“Damn you, Gant! You had no right…” she gasped, but his mouth cut off her tirade as he licked the seam of her lips and swung her from her feet into his arms while he tongue-fucked her mouth until she could barely breathe. 

“The others aren’t here, but I can calm that temper without them. I wouldn’t mind having you tonight, little one. Unless you tell me you don’t want me, you’re mine for the night.” His nearly black eyes held her gaze, and for the damn life of her, Kenna could not look away. Her belly clenched at the heat of his stare as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs to the master bedroom
.
“Nothing to say, sweet thing?” His voice was a rumble beneath her ear.  “Good, ‘cuz I’m going to strip you bare, tie you to the bed, and fuck you for the rest of the night…like that idea?”

Kenna was literally drowning in the wash of Gant’s heady pheromones. Her pussy was clenching and slick, and the things he said were going to bring her to a massive orgasm without him even being inside her. The anger and outrage were forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his heated kiss.

The hope that Gant might relent where the two younger brothers refused to even consider letting her go had been fleeting. He might be older than them, but his libido was just as strong, and among the three brothers, all it took was a hot look…a deeply growled word…a hungry touch…and Kenna was a mass of horny female needs.

Damn. You are totally pathetic, girl.

When they were all in the house, all it took was one of them to start something, and all three of them were instantly ready to carry her to bed, dropping everything. Each brother was hot enough to melt her arguments, but all three together were deadly to a woman’s will power. Mace had been the one who was über possessive, usually starting the sex play. Oddly enough, the other two deferred to him in the bedroom. Gant usually was satisfied with having her mouth and hands on his big body, and Dune loved to take her ass while Mace fucked her enthusiastically, so having Gant take her to bed alone was going to be totally amazing.

This is my first book length Indie publication.  The others were just short-shorts, totally tongue-in-cheek.  But this one is hot-hot...with a menage a quatre.  I've always loved shifters, and this was a first in several ways for me...my first self-pubbed book...my first menage a quatre. It's still only 99 cents through midnight tonight...

Hugsd,

Fran Lee

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Need a "Road Map" to Find Love?




For this blog, forget Internet/gadgets that now "tell" you how to get where you're going.



Remember when we used road maps to find our way?

If you read a road map "back then", you would find your way somewhere. Isn't the journey to LOVE kinda like that? Don't you have to follow a "path", go in a certain "direction", to find true love?


Romance books use a road map/path/directions to get their heroines to their heroes. It's called a PLOT...and it's never an easy journey. There are always bumps in the road, detours, obstacles, slowdowns, wrong turns...just as you might find if following a map to some unknown destination.

Usually, you manage to find your way...just as our heroines manage to find that "happily-ever-after" ending despite all the setbacks. Flat tire? Run out of gas? Or, Hero's ex-wife shows up to create havoc? Heroine thinks hero is cheating on her? All detours of some type. A road map may not be able to help sometimes, but a crafty plot written to guarantee happiness can set the hero and heroine back on course to romance and love. 


Why don't we send our heroes and heroines on a fantasy journey using a road map and find "LOVE"?


How many cities in the United States are called "Love"? I did some searching on the Internet and here's some that I found:

Love, AZ
Love, IL
Love, KY
Love, MS
Love, TX
Love, VA

Variations for the word "Love" in cities around the country:

Lovers Leap, CA (tragic idea!)
Lover, PA
Love Canal, NY (not very appealing)
Loving, GA
Love Hill, AL
Loving, KY
Lovejoy, GA

Loveladies, NJ

Lovelady, NC

Loveland, CO
Love Lady, TN

Love Lake, MO

Lovely, KY

Loveless, AL (sad!)

Love Point, MD
Loveland Park, OH
Loveville, MD
Loves Corner, IL
Loveville, TN
Loves Park, IL

Most of those sound like interesting places to check out...do they live up to their names? Does "LOVE" define each city and hold some type of special magic for those seeking romance? Maybe I should have checked city names that have "things" to do with love and romance.

I actually did find a couple that might interest you. How about Horneytown, NC? Or, Romance, AK?

And then there's my favorite, Intercourse, PA. I've actually been to Intercourse more than once. Quaint little Amish city...mostly a tourist spot. Will you put that on your list of places to visit?
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Story idea: What if I have my heroine visit cities with "Love" in their names, and looks for "Mr. Right"?

Hmm...sounds like a good idea!

Photos: Flickr: Andii, Amanda "Bake It Pretty", lorigami's photostreams.
Also: Mapquest: Intercourse, PA

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Men in Kilts--Yum!



As the new televised version of Highlander shows us, there’s something about a man in a kilt that fires the imagination of women all over the world. Is it the ability to see strong, sexy legs? The curiosity about what he’s wearing underneath? There’s a lot of speculation about why, but my personal belief is that wearing a kilt signifies a man with the courage and cockiness to risk being called “girly” by his peers. That kind of confidence can’t help but be sexy. (FYI, all photos are of me, my spouse,  and our younger son, because they aren't going to sue me or RB4U over the use of them. The top photo is by Russ Turner Photography all others are by me or random passers-by with my camera.) This leather kilt is a fantasy piece by Shoptroll, but it's still got the right feel and makes my heart go pitter-pat.

The wearing of the kilt as we know it has undergone a lot of changes through history. First of all, it was originally a Highland-only garment, considered primitive, even barbarous by Lowland Scots. However, Connor MacKay, in Cards and Caravans, one of the Scottish-set books in my Gaslight chronicles series is certainly a Lowlander. Yet he does wear a kilt. That’s because Queen Victoria, who adored all things Scottish, popularized the garment so much that during her reign, even many English nobles got in on the act. This is when the idea of specific clan-only tartans was truly solidified. Our Scottish Knights of the Round Table certainly wouldn’t have let those pesky Englishmen steal a march on such a symbol of Scotland. So in the world of the Gaslight Chronicles, the MacKay men are proudly kilted. Here's a swatch of the MacKay Ancient plaid. (In my spouse's family, it's spelled McKie.)


Along with their popularity, kilts themselves have changed over the years. Originally, the garment was little more than a blanket—a long piece of wool, pleated and held around the waist with a leather belt and at the shoulder with a heavy pin. It could be worn up as a cloak or left to hang from the waist in warm weather. Underneath, the leine, a waist-length shirt was often made of heavy canvas and even quilted for additional protection from elements or enemies. Today, we call this a great-kilt, and you can often see them at Renaissance fairs. The great kilts shown are inexpensive American fabric-store plaid, not any particular tartan.


The modern kilt was first seen about 1725, and consists of just the bottom part of the great kilt, but with the pleats sewn into the waistband, which usually fastens with straps and buckles. The flat front pieces overlap, so there are two layers in front, and the pleats in back. Sometimes a scarf-like fly plaid is worn from the shoulder to hearken back to the look of the great kilt. The loden-green argyle jacket shown here is from the late Victorian era, but any tweed coat can be worn by day, and a black Prince Charlie coat turns the modern kilt into evening wear. The grey plaid shown here is Night Watch, a festival plaid that may be worn by everyone. The green is Irish Heritage.

Finally, the newest evolution in the kilt is the utility kilt, or commando kilt. These are made of heavy cotton fabrics or even leather and often have pockets. Worn by everyone from punk rockers to construction workers, these continue to gain in popularity. Here it's worn as part of a steampunk outfit, but it's typically worn with combat or work boots, or even sneakers, and modern casual shirts--like the casual plaids shown below. (Everyman plaids Pride of Scotland--the purple and Hunting Stewart, the green. Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys are both Celtic punk rock bands.)
 
Incidentally, the idea that one shouldn’t wear anything under a kilt has been firmly denied by the Scottish Tartan Authority. Tartans Authority director Brian Wilton said kilt wearers should have the "common sense" to realise they should wear underwear beneath their country's national dress. While some modern kilt wearers like the idea of swinging free in the breeze, others, including the “models” in each of these pictures, comment that sitting on rough benches and hay bales at festivals is something you don’t want to do while “regimental.” Neither is walking in a strong breeze.

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