Tuesday, July 29, 2014

INTERVIEW: Rory Ni Coileain plus #Giveaway!

Hello Rory and welcome to The Hat Party <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

Tell us about a time you were changed. 

The first time I wrote m/m romance. I was utterly sure I couldn’t do it, for a lot of reasons, but a dear friend of mine asked me to try it as a favor to her. So I did, and it was like opening the floodgates to a dam. I am a completely different person today.

What makes you inexplicably happy?

That’s kind of tough, most of my happiness tends to be explicable. *winks* Maybe listening to my 18-year-old son go on at length about his recent discovery of My Little Pony, and all the fanfic he’s planning to write. I obviously did something right somewhere. (Oh, wait, that’s explicable, isn’t it? Dang.)

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!) I think I’ll let Tiernan do it. From HARD AS STONE.

                Fingertips stroked the back of Kevin’s hand, gently, possessively, and he fought to suppress a shiver. Not hard enough, though, because there was that smile again. A lazy, sensual smile that absolutely should not be on the lips of anyone he hadn’t spent at least twenty-four hours having mind-blowing sex with. Which short list did not include anyone of this seductive blond’s gender.
                As if he’d heard Kevin’s thought, the man arched that ringed eyebrow; the grip on his hand tightened, a thumb slid around to stroke his palm. “You don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”
                “And I suppose you do?” His voice came out gruff, harsh; the air thrummed around the two of them, tingling with a dark electricity.
                The blond chuckled, a sound like warm honey. “You’re buttoned down tight, lanan. And you came in here because…”
                “Secretly, you want someone…”
                Damn, damn, DAMN
                “Someone like me…”
                Long thick blond hair. Black leather jacket, gleaming with a sheen like melted butter in the flickering light from the bar. White muscle shirt. Jeans first painted on and then sliced half off. God damn.
                “…to unbutton you.”

Describe yourself using a literary quote. 

"Neither Bloody Nor Bowed", by Dorothy Parker

They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends
Accumulating dividends,
And making enviable names
In science, art, and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice,
Keep doing things I think are nice,
And though to good I never come-
Inseparable my nose and thumb!

What is your super-secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream? (Nothing is too wild!) 

Ever read Pygmalion? I want to write myself a SoulShare. Or maybe a Gille Dubh. (As for things within the realm of actual possibility, how about being a RITA finalist with a m/m novel? No LGBT novel, novella, or short story even made the finals this year…)

Give us 5 ½ words of wisdom. 

You’re always stronger than you thi

You can go back to any point in your life to give you past self a pep-talk. How old is your past self and what do you say?

My former self is 20 years old, and reading the rejection letter she got from Marion Zimmer Bradley telling her that Ms. Bradley couldn’t understand why anyone with so little talent even wanted to consider becoming a writer. And I’d tell her “Don’t you worry about that. You’re better than that. And you’re going to go out there and have a terrific life that’s going to give you so many stories to tell, once you start you won’t be able to stop.”

Your thoughts on libraries: GO! 

My very first coherent memory is of the time my parents took me to the library when I was two. I remember it from very high up, because I was on my dad’s shoulders. My parents told me that the library was a special place where they had more books than I could imagine and people could take home as many books as they wanted. And when they went to leave, I had my first and only public temper tantrum – I wanted my books! They explained to me that you couldn’t bring home books without a library card, and that I couldn’t get a library card until I could sign my name. They thought that that was that (wow, my editor would faint if she saw that sentence!) but when we got home I bugged them until they taught me to print my name. And I had my own library card before I was three.

What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made in your career and what did you learn from it? 
Probably signing a contract to produce four full-length novels in a year. I learned that when I do absolutely nothing for a full year except work the Evil Day Job, come home, and write, I get very cranky.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

Dachshund puppies! I had my dog at the vet one afternoon and a lady had a dachshund puppy on a leash – it was bounding around so much it looked like one of those toy helicopters on a cord!

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Series: SoulShares

Author Name: Rory Ni Coileain
Cover Artist: Allan Penn
Publisher: Ravenous Romance

Hard As Stone

Tiernan Guaire is a Fae in exile. Forced from the Realm into the human world for the unimaginable crime of a brother’s murder, he lives by a century-old vow, to trust no one, and never to allow himself to love or be loved.

Kevin Almstead has just lost his future, to a vote of the partners at his law firm. Trying to escape for an evening, he ventures into Purgatory, the hottest all-male nightclub in Washington, D.C., where he allows himself to be seduced by a stranger with long blond hair and ice-blue eyes.

Drawn into a Soulshare bond with his intended one-night stand, Tiernan soon learns that the most ancient and evil enemy of the Fae still walks the human world, and it will stop at nothing – certainly not Kevin Almstead – to possess the magick of a Noble Fae.


Tiernan stirred, muttered under his breath, the first signs of distress he’d shown since falling asleep. Passing out. Whatever. Kevin sighed, resting a hand lightly on the blond’s smooth chest; in short order, he found himself running his fingertips lightly over his lover’s chest, tracing the lines of the muscles, and then down, a fingertip traveling along the intricate tattoo over his hip. Tiernan wasn’t buff, not like some men were and Kevin himself tried to be. Lean, hard-bodied, almost impossibly fit. And with that long, unruly blond hair, and his crystalline blue eyes, Tiernan would turn heads in rooms full of men or women. And no doubt had.


The Fae rolled onto his side, away from Kevin; chuckling softly, Kevin settled himself behind his lover, glancing over the shoulder in front of him at the bedside clock. He could still get almost three hours of sleep if he was lucky. He wrapped an arm around Tiernan, nuzzled into the curve where neck met shoulder, breathed in the scent of wild hair and sated male body and honey, and closed his eyes. So this is what magic smells like.

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Gale Force

Conall Dary is the most powerful mage born to the Fae race since the Realm was parted from the human world, over two thousand years ago. But that very power condemns him to a lifetime of celibacy, because sex calls to power, and he has power enough to drain a world. When he refuses to use his talents for a Noble lady’s petty revenge, he finds himself shanghaied to the human world, his soul torn in half and his magick blocked.

Josh LaFontaine is the beautifully inked owner of Raging Art-On, a Washington, D.C. tattoo and piercing parlor. While taking part in New York City’s Pride march with a former lover’s dance company, his world changes forever when the man of his dreams materializes out of nowhere at his feet. Josh’s sensual and loving touch, the first Conall has ever known, may be enough to give him back the magick he’s lost. But before they can complete their Soulshare, a terrible accident leaves Conall bodiless, lost, and invisible, to everyone except – maybe – the human with whom he shares a soul. But Josh will need to find him before the ancient evil of the Marfach does or everything they have – and more – will be lost.


The sense of relief as he got out of the taxi was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and even knowing most of it wasn’t his own didn’t make it any less overwhelming. Only the presence of the foot traffic in and out of Purgatory kept him from falling to his knees in gratitude, maybe doing some pavement-kissing.

Well, that and a sense of haste only slightly less urgent than a cattle prod. He fumbled the keys off the hook at his belt and unlocked the deadbolt, then keyed in the combination on the touchpad, wincing as the tiny crystalline tones tried to pierce his eardrums.

Are you sure you can do this, lanan? There might be another way. Just let me think, now that I can.

Josh shook his head. Letting himself into the small client lounge in the front, he locked the door behind himself and made straight for the tattoo studio. “No time. Every minute you’re disembodied makes it less likely you’ll ever get back, you said so yourself. And me…” He paused, his hand on the doorknob of his studio. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this.”

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Deep Plunge

For the last six hundred years or so, the only things reminding Lochlann Doran he’s a Fae have been his faceted aquamarine eyes and the fact that he can’t die. He’s been a wanderer for so long in the human world – over two thousand years – that he’s lost his magick, including the gift of healing that goes along with being a Fae of the Demesne of Water. Finding his SoulShare might get it back for him. But it might kill him, too.

Garrett Templar has been living on borrowed time, in a sense, since he was eighteen, when one of the johns he entertained to pay the bills while he danced at Purgatory infected him with HIV. It was always supposed to be a “manageable” disease, though, at least until a cure was found. Except he’s just found out that the virus in his system has inexplicably mutated into full-blown AIDS, and no known drug cocktail can even slow it down.

And when Lochlann and Garrett find each other at last, on Purgatory’s dance floor, the only thing as urgent as their need for one another is the hunger of an ancient evil to do whatever is necessary to possess Lochlann’s magick…


Shit. His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, ready to swing it -- or ditch it, if it looked like that would help him escape . And for one sick, sweaty, gut-wrenching moment, he was ten years old again, hearing the kids closing in behind him, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get away without another split lip, ruined shirt, blackened eye. Almost hearing his mother’s voice again. Garrett Lee Templar, I swear, you find more trouble than any ten other boys ever dreamed of. Do you think I can just make new clothes appear out of thin air?


He recognized that voice from somewhere. Slowly, he turned. And stared up into eyes that gleamed blue even in the crappy light from the streetlight on the corner.

“Lochlann?” He hadn’t had to rent his ass out for a while now, but the idea of a john following him home from the club still made his skin crawl. Yet there was something about those eyes, something different.

No. Fuck that shit. You get hurt the worst when you let yourself hope.

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Rian Sheridan is a foundling, a Northern Irish Catholic corner boy whose world was destroyed in fire, and reborn the same way, beside an Orangemen’s bonfire last July the Twelfth. A consuming, dimly-remembered pain in his past calls to him, taunting him, daring him to find it and lose himself to it in the S&M underground of Belfast.

Cuinn an Dearmad is the last surviving Fae Loremaster, and he’s just seen the beginning of the death of the Realm, the haven of the Fae race. The only hope of stopping it starts with him finding the Prince Royal of Fire he stole from the cradle, and lost in the human world, many years ago. He has a few guesses about where that hope ends, and he doesn’t like any of them.

Rian and Cuinn are an impossible pairing, two SoulShared Fae. Any two Fae will strike sparks, but these two Fae are a conflagration. Unable to stand one another, yet drawn into an escalating series of sexual collisions, their passion will either save a world or destroy it.


He gave up on trying to sleep, rolling onto his back and lying sprawled out in the great bed fit for a king. Or a Prince. Shite. He didn’t want to be a fecking Royal. Whatever that meant. But if there was one thing he could say he’d learned in life, it was that what he wanted had fuck all to do with what happened to him.

Though ever since the Twalf, last summer, there was one thing he nearly always got, when he wanted it. The thrill. They’d thought to break him that night, and perhaps they had, but after the breaking he’d been made anew. Into a man who craved what the bastards sought to shame him with, and who used them, in the end, more cruelly than they had used him. After all, he could use them, and others like them, any time he liked.

Addicted? Hell, no. Victorious.

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What inspired you to write Hard as Stone

HARD AS STONE started out as a short story for a Facebook competition – it didn’t win, but it ended up being pieces of three or four chapters of the book. (Bonus points to anyone who can guess which chapters!)

About the Author:

Rory Ni Coileain majored in creative writing, back when Respectable Colleges didn't offer such a major, so she designed it herself - being careful to ensure that she never had to take a class before nine in the morning or take a Hemingway survey course. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa at the age of nineteen, sent off her first short story to an anthology being assembled by an author she idolized, got shot down in flames, and found other things to do, such as nightclub singing, for the next thirty years or so, until her stories started whispering to her. Now she's a lawyer, a legal editor, a sopraltenor in her church choir, the mother of a budding video game designer, and amanuensis to a host of fantastic creatures who are all anxious to tell their stories, and sometimes even wait their turns.


Twitter: @RoryNi

Tour Dates:

July 1, 8, 15, 22, 29 & August 5, 12, 19, 26
August 5: Dawn’s Reading Nook, Love Bytes, Because Two Men Are Better Than One

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  1. I haven't read Rory's work yet--it sounds excellent!


  2. Having read book 1, I'd love to continue with the saga. Thanks for the giveaway!