Sky Purington fires up Wicked Wednesday with The King's Druidess/Interview

Well, it's that time again. Today for Wicked Wednesday we kick off the blog with a very special guest and my close friend, Sky Purington! She'll talk a bit about her novella The King's Druidess, tell us a little about herself AND give away not one, not two, but THREE books today to one lucky commenter. You heard correct, her entire MacLomain Series is up for grabs!

That means, make sure to leave a comment AND your email addy for a chance to win.

So, let's get gabbing!

R.R: Tell us a little about The King's Druidess.

S.P: Thanks for having me over today, Rynne! I thought I’d chat a little bit about The King’s Druidess (The MacLomain Series- Prelude). Oddly enough, I wrote this tale after writing the three novels in the series. My publisher was looking for short stories so I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun tell a brief story about the parents of the clan!” So where the series in about a medieval Highland clan, The King’s Druidess tells about their origin in 5th century Ireland.

R.R: What was your inspiration for this wicked story?

S.P: The history behind the MacLomain clan tells of its origins coming from two brothers who were sons to the last official king of the Dal’Raida clan in Eire (Ireland) who fled Ireland and headed for the uncharted land now known as Scotland. The entire series follows the descendants of one of those sons. You learn his identity in the last novel, Sylvan Mist.

R.R: Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp or was it written for the purpose of pure naughty enjoyment?

S.P: Pure naughty enjoyment! But I think the fact that it’s a prelude (short little tale leading into a long series) should be taken into consideration.

R.R: Describe your writing process?

S.P: Typically, my writing process begins with history. A tidbit here. A tidbit there. If it grabs me it’s being worked into a story. Then the characters tend to take over. By the time they’re finished, I’ve got a plot I never saw coming!

R.R: How long have you been writing?

S.P: Since I was seven. (Sky’s eyes go round) Nearly thirty years!

R.R: Are there any authors you would name as influences?

S.P: Besides you? (LOVE Rynne’s work). There have been many. Before I started reading romance I was reading Fantasy fiction for years and years. In fact, I hope to write strictly fantasy fiction someday. Authors like Terry Goodkind, Katherine Kerr, George R.R. Martin and Melanie Rawn were some of my favorites. When it comes to writing style I really like romance authors Lisa Kleypas and Christina Dodd. I couldn’t replicate their style if I tried though. I definitely have my own ‘voice.’

R.R: What led you to the erotic genre?

S.P: I guess you could say I sort of stumbled upon it! The King’s Druidess was by no means an erotica when it started. When I polished it for republication for last year it started to be labeled that way by bloggers, etc. I’m still not sure if it is erotica but I’ll go with the flow. *grins*

R.R: Are you currently working on anything deliciously wicked?

S.P: Yep! Two novels in fact. The Georgian Embrace (Calum’s Curse: Acerbus Lycan) which is going to edits soon and The Tudor Revival (Calum’s Curse: claudetur omnis). These are the second and third novels following The Victorian Lure (Calum’s Curse: Ardetha Vampyre) which is already available for purchase. Three haunted houses, three sexy-as-hell ghost hunters turned warlock. These novels have been a blast to write and the last two are definitely naughty.

Learn more about this series at our blog, Paranormal/SyFy Romance- Deep, Dark and Delicious (http://paranormalromancedeepdarkanddelicious.blogspot.com/) Our very own Rynne Raines is a blog owner as well!

R.R: You've got six key words to describe your own wicked fantasy. What are these six words?

S.P: Tall, Highland, Warrior, Scotland, Multiple, Orgasms (And that’s just for starters!)

R.R: Sleepwear: Nude or PJ's?

S.P: Nude…. then I had a child. PJ’s now.

R.R: Sweet & chocolaty, or salty & crunchy?

S.P: Sweet & chocolaty

R.R: Hugh Jackman or Brad Pitt?

S.P: Hugh Jackman (Sucker for an accent. And…it’s Hugh! C’mon)

R.R: What is your all-time favorite "get you in the mood" song?

S.P: I think we could turn back the clock on this one to 1990. Mea Culpa by Enigma (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itkzaT9yk9Y ) is one amazing song when the room is full of candles and he’s not wearing clothes. Yes, it’s in French but that’s half the pleasure.

R.R: Can you share a wicked excerpt with us today? (the naughtier, the better! *wink*)

S.P: Sure! Please note that this story is told in a far more formal style than the series. After all, it was Irish nobility.

Excerpt

"Come to me, Druidess of Ulster, woman of 'Erie, Chiomara Ruadh." Erc’s strong hands carefully removed her gown.

Ohhhh. She loved the feeling of standing nude in front of him. The way his pupils flared and his body tensed, as though he wanted to skip the details and ravage her immediately.

She bowed her head and then held it noble. "And you me, my king of Dalriada, Erc."

Chiomara removed the symbol of his kingdom, his wide gold broach and stepped back. Slow, as if he knew exactly how to tempt her, he unclothed. Keep your eyes on his. Remember the gods and goddesses watch. Their eyes held one another’s and allowed the audience of spirits past to give appraisal.

At last, he commanded, "Come to me."

She flew into his arms and met his lips hungrily. Heat sizzled over her skin when his fingers trailed down her spine and curved over her backside. His heavy, eager erection pressed against her stomach.

Mists of old rolled over and muted their moans of passion. When his well-muscled arm encircled her waist and lifted, Chiomara wrapped her legs around him. She slid her arms around his neck and held on tight. Staring deep into her eyes, he slowly, inch by inch, let her slide until she felt the welcoming head of his manhood start to enter her.

Breathe. Breathe. But breathing became impossible. Chiomara gasped when with a sharp thrust he impaled himself. Pain quickly shifted to pleasure as he rolled his hips upward while simultaneously rolling her hips with the sheer strength of his sturdy hands.

They knew. This moment within the Stonehenge was theirs. As free and wild as the hearts pounding within their mortal forms. As tempered and private as the desire they kept locked within.

He sunk to his knees and brought her to the ground. The soft grass beneath her back soothed her flaming skin. Braced on his elbows, Erc stared at her and Chiomara knew he had so much to say. That they had so much to say, but couldn’t.

Ever so slightly, she pulled up one knee. His eyelids lowered. He shifted his hips. She moaned. Bracing herself on her elbows, she leaned up until their lips were within inches, until their breath intermingled, until she could see the dark, turbulent center of his eyes swim with desire.

Before she could speak he put a finger to her lips and shook his head. Chiomara flicked out her tongue and lightly ran it over his finger. Erc licked his lips and slowly thrust in and out.

A swift surge of pleasure shot up through her belly into her chest and she fell backward. Before she could gain her bearings, he came down and thrust hard. Ohhhh!

The grass warmed. Light rain fell. Thunder rumbled low and eager, vibrating the ground.

She grabbed his wide shoulders and wrapped her legs high and wide, needing him closer, deeper. Erc’s eyes stayed locked with hers as he moved. In. Out. In. Out. Please, Goddess, let this last forever.

Even as she thought it, her belly started to quiver. His lips thinned and his facial expression bordered on bliss. Sweat and rain soaked their skin. The sweet ache in her groin burned a slow path outward until it sped up and tiny little shivers began to ripple down her limbs.

“Chiomara,” he cried and thrust one last time. The feeling of him throbbing deep inside made her explode. Little stars burst in her vision. Ecstasy took the mere ripples of pleasure and made them erupt into gushes of sweet agony.

I love you. I always have.

But these were things she wasn’t allowed to voice. Words that didn’t belong between a king and a Druidess.

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About the author:

Award-winning, New Hampshire native, Sky Purington writes a cross genre of paranormal/fantasy romance heavily influenced by history. From Irish Druids to Scottish Highlanders many of her novels possess strong Celtic elements. More recently, her vampire stories take the reader to medieval England and ancient Italy. Enjoy strictly paranormal romance? Sky's latest novels follow three haunted houses and the sexy ghost hunters determined to make sense of them. Make no mistake, in each and every tale told you'll travel back to another time and revisit the romanticism history holds at its heart. Sky loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington.com.

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