What is it about the paranormal, in
particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?
I still ask myself
that question! Since I was a young
adolescent, I have been drawn to the dark allure of vampires and other things
in the supernatural genre. Perhaps it is
a manner of escapism from the monotony of everyday life. Perhaps it is the inner perception that there
has to be more out there than what we see or acknowledge on the surface of
things. I am a firm believer in a vast
array of other realms and the supernatural, and I have to say I believe that
vampires could exist. Then again, who can deny the dark allure of
the sexy vampire— the ultimate bad boy— who could just as easily sip away a
woman’s life as make passionate love to her!
And then, they can be so emotional, to me, oft times more emotionally
expressive than most deadened human males who are just too busy sitting around
drinking beer and watching the football game on TV to barely even notice when
their woman is trying to get their attention.
But a vampire, he will notice her even when she doesn’t think much of
herself and make her feel she is the most beautiful thing in existence, and
perhaps even became passionately obsessed with her!
What inspired you to write this
book?
My original inspiration came
from spending some time actively researching my Irish family ancestry a couple
years ago, which just led to more and more curiosity and looking at more things
about the area and culture. While my
family comes from County Galway rather than Clare, still it is along the same
rugged west coast of Ireland that my ancestors and my main character
derive. I would say, all in all, she and
I have many similarities. All my life I had wanted to write a novel and with
my fascination with vampires, emotional and human behavior, sexuality and the
darker side of humanity, it just seemed the natural things which to revolve a
story. The series just developed
organically, each idea branching into others until it became the foundation for
a series. I have some great plans for
the rest and it is still and always will be developing— likely even after I
have all the books out and published.
Then I suppose I will just have to find another place to put those
belated ideas.
Please tell us about your latest
release.
The
story of Cailín was derived from many
experiences quite personal to me, and then gave them a paranormal twist. I combined my love for my ancestral Ireland
with my affinity for music, horses, love itself, and vampires. While writing Cailín, I poured everything of myself into it, and at the end of
each writing day, I would be so drained, a total void, it sucked me dry— hmm,
not unlike a vampire. . . I took an
everyday young girl who doesn’t think herself anything special and heaved her
into a world which contradicts everything she prided herself to be. Aislinn is forced to struggle to adapt and
feel her way through her new uninvited life.
She makes a lot of mistakes and is quite naïve, but she grows stronger
with each new crisis she encounters, though she does not believe herself to be
strong. Aislinn has so much she is not
aware of, and will have to endure rather a lot before she discovers what makes
her unique and just what her purpose is.
Do you have a special formula for
creating characters' names? Do you try
to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you
search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?
Creating
characters names is one of my favorite things to do in writing! Sometimes I have them all figured out before
I even start writing, although on one of my stories so far (Twilight Garden Series due out in 2014),
I have yet to even name my main faerie character. I am just waiting for the right one to come
along because it has to be unique as she.
Obviously, the character’s name should reflect their personality or the
feel for them I am endeavouring to portray.
Also, I always match up their name to where they are from and look up
popular names for the specific time period of the story. Aislinn, my main character’s name in Cailín, is not only a popular old Celtic
name, it is derived from the Gaelic word, aisling,
meaning visions. This is significant to
her because having foretelling visions is her driving special attribute
throughout the entirety of this series.
Do you
have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list
of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop
as you write?
I would have to say my character development involves a
little of both, really. I mean, one
cannot possibly plan out every facet of a character. There are so many things which evolve on
their own organically; there are even entire characters which appear when I had
no idea they were even coming to join in, but suddenly, here they are! It is kind of funny when that happens, the
moments where the story takes me by the hand, and I realize I am nothing more
than a vehicle to transcribe it! But I
digress; typically I do jot down all the attributes I have in mind for the
character I want to create in the beginning.
Still, as with anything, that sometimes changes to fit everything else
in the story.
What is your favorite scene from the
book? Could you share a little bit of
it, without spoilers of course?
My favorite scene
has to be the one between Aislinn and Donovan when they get caught in a sudden
rainstorm while out on a trek in the rugged Connemara countryside along the
coast. They find shelter in a rock
overhang of a little cove. They end up
stuck there for the duration of the night and things between them— which has
been completely innocent up until this point— get rather heated. It was by far one of my favorite scenes to
write, and my husband’s favorite to read over!
Do any of your characters have characteristics
similar to yourself in them and what are they?
Yes. Aislinn, the main character in the series is
basically derived from me on several levels.
All of her characteristics are either something I now possess, once
possessed or aspire to possess. Other
than the obvious shared hair color and Irish background, I once was naïve as
she, yet also headstrong, and I only wish I could have been as bold as she
is. I also share her tendency to analyze
things and wallow in emotions, experiencing the highest of highs and the lowest
of lows.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s
block? How do you deal with it?
Oh yeah, you bet! The best way I have found to deal with it is
to just step away from it for a while— and that may mean an hour or a few
weeks— whatever it takes. I take a walk,
a bath, work on something else, go on a hike or bike ride. But trying to sit through it and force it usually
makes it worse and I never feel like it resulted in my best writing. And once I am away from it, ideas start to
flow, sentences, dialogue, and suddenly I can’t get back to my computer fast
enough to plug it all in!
Do you have any weird writing quirks
or rituals?
Yes I do, as a
matter of a fact! When I am lucky enough
to be alone, I burn some essential oils and turn on some music on Pandora to
put me or keep me in the mood for the scene I am currently working on. I thrive on creating an atmosphere for myself
and getting all settled in just so.
What can readers expect next from
you?
Soeis, Book II of the Anam Céile Chronicles will be released
in July. I also am working on Rhapsody, the first book in my new
series, Sanctum of Souls, about sexy male
angels and the women who tempt them.
Where can readers find you on the web?
They can visit my
website, www.RosalindScarlett.com;
my blog, RosalindScarlett.blogspot.com/ or connect with me on Facebook www.facebook.com/rosalindscarlettauthor; Twitter @RosalindScarlet, and Goodreads.
Would you like to leave readers with
a little teaser or excerpt from the book?
Sure thing! This is from Chapter 12 of Cailín.
I do hope it tantalizes you!
Just then, Voljidaar turned his head slightly
toward the door and called out something in a language I did not
understand. Not a second later, a man
and a woman donning nothing save fer their flowing, dark cloaks entered the
chamber. Their eyes zoned in on me in a
flash, staring into me with a look that I cannot begin to explain and had never
witnessed before. It both frightened me
and exhilarated me, and I had not the slightest idea why.
Voljidaar simply waved his hand toward me and
they began approaching me menacingly. Me
eyes flared and I thought to scream, yet me throat seized so that not a sound
materialized. ‘Twas as though I be
frozen against me will as I sat there so vulnerable, feeling as would a
cornered animal.
As nearer to me they drew, me initial alarm ‘twas
superseded by an intense intrigue of them, and I relaxed, permitting them to
come closer, examining them. Even under
the soft glow of the candlelight, I could view them adequately to distinguish
their atypical characteristics. Their
pale skin had an underlying shadow, their eyes were uncannily colourless— yet
captivating somehow— and behind their pale lips as they pulled them back in a
smile, they revealed their gleaming sharp teeth.
Involuntarily I shivered.
The male— although still pale— clearly be of a
darker origin, hailing from somewhere exotic, as be evident in the almond shape
of his colourless eyes. High cheekbones
he had, a feature I had not before witnessed in a man. His black hair be longer than ever I had seen
upon a man and extraordinarily beautiful, flowing over his shoulders and midway
down his back. His sculptured physique
‘twas impeccable, that of a statue those would worship of a God. He seemed as would a warrior. His face appeared young, yet somehow did not
correspond to the astuteness contained within, obviously being well beyond the
years he appeared to have.
The female, by contrast, be the fairest woman
ever I had seen, her silky hair white as her skin, flowing down to her
hips. So slight in stature she be that
she appeared as though she were scarcely an adolescent, her face angelic and
childlike. Her pert breasts appeared as
though they were just embarking on their swell to ripening, and her nipples,
too, were neutral in tone. Beneath her
flat abdomen, there be but a scant patch of white fluff crowning her mound of
flesh.
The two of them together did compose a bizarre
picture.
Overpoweringly they gazed into me eyes—
mesmerizing me— and instantly all traces of fear in me dissolved, leaving in
its wake only desire. All I wanted, the
only thing in the world that mattered in that moment, be to give meself to
them, in every way imaginable. Whatever
they wanted from me, I wanted them to take it, to take everything of me. I be begging them with me mind, with me body.
Come and take me! I offer meself to you! Please take all of me!
And I perceived they understood.
But did I?
Little did I understand, however, what they would take from me. Nevertheless, me mind belonged to me not any
longer. They had totally possessed me
and I would do anything fer them.
Without a single thought, I had dropped the bed
linens to which I had been so desperately clinging, along with any concerns of
protecting meself.
Gloriously, they realised me at last, reaching
fer me with their hands, their eyes continuing to dominate me. The female flung the linens the rest of the
way off of me as the male put his hands upon either side of me ribs and pulled
me effortlessly to the edge of the bed to face them.
On full display I be fer them, eliciting them to
moan with appreciation. Their hands they
be chilled as death as thoroughly they glided them over the contrasting warmth
of me nude body, absorbing every millimetre of it, sending me into a slow
frenzy. I squirmed as their hands
rapidly slithered to areas of me body that I had so yearned to be touched by
another.
Whilst still roaming their hands over me, in
unison, they both landed at me chest, each bringing their stunning face nearer
to me breasts. I writhed at the contact
of their oddly cool mouths upon the soft flesh of me breasts, heaving me tender
upright nipples into their greedy mouths.
Me desire be granted as they each suckled away
upon them robustly, stimulating me, taking over me mind. They lingered as that fer several moments, as
I moaned with more pleasure than ever I thought I had known.
While the young female remained there nuzzling at
me breast, the exotic male began to slowly move down me body, trailing kisses
down me torso, upon the delicate skin of me belly, and down to me aching flesh
below.
How I craved to feel his mouth there! His tongue lighted upon it ever so
momentarily, sending me into an ever maddening frenzy.
It only left me frustrated, me flesh now
throbbing, and in the very next moment his face had turned to the side to
burrow into the softness of me thigh. He
began nibbling lightly and then suddenly I felt something pierce into it.
As he did, his eyes went black as night.
Just as the woman from me
nightmares!
At the same time, the female had moved her mouth
up along me neck, nuzzling at the base of me throat, biting into it at precisely
the same moment as he. I gasped from
the surprise, rather than from pain, and then promptly I cast out any
inhibitions and received it agreeably.
I did not recoil in the least when they sank
their teeth into me flesh, instead all I felt be an indescribable euphoria, as
me blood they summoned forth. And
honoured I felt to surrender it to them.
I could feel it rushing through me veins up me body into their needing
mouths. Gradually I felt the buzzing
that had been present diminishing, and yet the throbbing sensation it had
affected in me tender flesh still remained unbearably perceptible.
As they drank from me so insatiably, I writhed
under their mouths, yet ‘twas in ecstasy rather than pain, wishing it to go on
as that eternally. In that moment, I
would have given them anything they wanted— had they started consuming me flesh
until nothing of me remained, I would have been overjoyed fer the occasion to
please them.
Their hands, still roving all over me,
progressively were heating until at last, they were as me skin. Within me the sensations were building
slowly, exquisitely— eluding to the promise of the most rapturous of
pleasures.
Being lured into a euphoric dreamlike state I be,
everything else around me fading away. I
forgot where I be, me previous concerns, and who might be observing me in this
act of total relinquishment of meself.
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