Perhaps that blame can be laid on the Blarney Stone -- kissing it, I'll have you know, reputedly gives you the gift of gab. But I think it's something else entirely. Maybe a laid-back attitude.
When I sat down to write a book featuring an Irishman (the culmination being Stone Cold Kiss, my newest release), my boyfriend told me it had to include three things:
-Drinking
-A bar fight
-And a casual attitude towards the above two things
I thought it needed one more: A man with a sharp, witty tongue. Yes, Seamus might be a bit of a smart mouth. But who can resist that Irish charm? Certainly not my heroine, Kelsey. To prove my point, I'll leave you with a blurb and a short excerpt.
Who out there loves a man with an accent and a silver tongue?
Dangling over the parapet of a castle, Kelsey Donovan doubts her decisions as she battles with her fear of heights. How will kissing the Blarney Stone change her life? But as the arms of a sexy Irishman close around her, she begins to change her mind.
Can it lead to a lifetime?
When Seamus McKinley rescues a tourist gripping the Blarney Castle for dear life, he never expected her to grab hold of his heart just as tightly. But can he convince her to meet him halfway?
Excerpt:
Should the ground really be spinning like that? No. No, definitely not.
“In a spot o’ trouble, lass?”
Her arms nearly weakened at those six words, spoken in a deep Irish rumble. She wasn’t sure whether she was glad for the stranger’s arrival, or if it only added to her humiliation. It didn’t matter, she decided. Her only concern was kissing the stone and getting the hell off this damn tower. She bit her lip with the effort of keeping still. “You could say that,” she answered weakly.
Seconds passed. In fact, they marched past like a St. Patrick’s Day parade. Still, the stranger with the sexy Irish voice didn’t say another word. How long was he going to stare at her? “Did you come here to gawk?” she snapped breathlessly. Her hands were starting to ache. She didn’t know how long she could hold herself in place. “A little help would be nice!”
“Seems to me, I should be the one making demands, not you. After all, without my help, ye won’t be getting out.”
Great, she grumbled. Of all the sexy-voiced men to come striding across the top of the tower, she had to get the smart-mouthed one. She pressed her lips together as heat coiled between her legs. On the other hand, she definitely did want a man who was smart with his mouth.
Was she crushing on her would-be rescuer? It must be the blood rushing to her head. She needed more than a sexy voice to make a relationship.
Yeah, her mind countered, a long, thick--
Enough!
“Will you just help, already?” she said, her tone waspish. More at herself for her wayward thoughts than at him.
“Och, you American girls are all the same. Here we are, now.”
“What do you mean by that--”
As his hands closed around her waist, he cut off her tirade. His large, warm palms spanned her sides, making her feel protected and safe. And, to be honest, more than a little horny. With her eyes screwed tightly shut to avoid looking at the ground, images passed across her vision, decadent images of the things he could do with those delightfully long fingers.
Then he started to pull her up, away from the Blarney Stone.
“Not up!” she screeched. “Down! I still haven’t kissed the stone!”
L. K. Below writes romance and speculative fiction. Her newest release, Stone Cold Kiss, is now available from Lyrical Press, Inc. On sale for release day, March 7th, at 30% off! Visit her online at www.lbelow.net or on her blog at http://lbelow.blogspot.com.
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