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I love “wondrous variety. ” Recognize the quote?  It’s from the Kevin Costner/Morgan Freeman “Robin Hood,” where Azeem (Freeman) is talking to a little girl in Robin Hood’s camp.

She asks:  Did God paint you?

Azeem laughs:  Did God paint me?  For certain.

The girl replies:  Why?

Azeem says:  Because Allah loves wondrous varieties.

Darragha (that’s me!) loves wondrous variety, too.  That’s why I write shape-shifter romances with a twist.  Or a fin. That’s why I write!  My mind is full and my heart fuller.  It must spill out somewhere.  Why not onto your computer screen or paperback book?

Love’s Second Sight was my first published work.  It’s a a smoky, seductive clash between tradition, exploration, duty, honor, blossoming faith and enduring true love alive with all the passion of the Viking Age. So what does all that mean?  It means it’s a paranormal historical romance with all the sex and violence of the Viking Age.  But don’t think for a moment that the heroine, Thorgunna, is a shrinking violet.  One of my favorite scenes in the book occurs when Thorgunna is discussing an incident with Leif (the hero):

“I could taste blood in my mouth. Ketil forced me to my knees, pulling my hair, pushing my face into the vile bulge in his breeches. He demanded I give him relief.”

“What did you do?” Leif gasped.

“When his beast pushed its way into my mouth, nearly choking me, I … bit … down.”

“You bit him! You bit him … there?” Leif exclaimed, casting a glance at his own crotch.

“I did. He nearly beat me to death for it, too. But, as I was lying in the sand, dazed, my eyes swollen shut, I still had the presence of mind to defend myself. I wear a knife on my key ring. I use it to cut thread, gut fish. Slice the throat of a rapist. As Ketil came upon me, ready to take me, I loosed the blade and plunged it into his heart. A small blade, it was buried to its bone hilt in that black-hearted bastard’s chest. My blade–this very blade–tasted the blood of a dying man.”

Thorgunna held aloft her key ring bearing the knife, waving it about like a victory banner. “I felt a surge of power and success I have never felt again. It was exhilarating.“

“Here is a woman who could have been raped and killed and made a part of Tiree’s history rather than its future. The Lady should have been a mercenary,” Leif laughed.

“Aye! Had I been born a man I may have been a Byzantine mercenary, indeed. A Berserker! My father named his daughter well, did he not?” Thorgunna said, her black eyes dancing.

“Thunder Warrior,” Leif translated. I must have her! She is marvelous.

“Yes, I am Thorgunna, Lady Jarl of Tiree whose name means ‘thunder warrior.’” Thorgunna boasted.

Next came “The Orca King.”  I’d spent an entire year writing a story that went no-where.  It was originally entitled “The Virgin Whore.”  Catchy, huh?  I was so embarrassed by my own title that I changed it to “Dark Valkyrie.”  The heroine had a problem in that she was a temple prostitute whose virginity had just been auctioned off and when the guy touched her, duh-duh-duh-duh…he died.  They all die.  She can’t do the deed.  So, she gets tossed into the dungeon as a murderous and takes up with a fellow captive.  They fall madly in love as they wander their way through the labyrinthical dungeon looking for the “fabled” way out.  But they can’t touch.  A kiss makes him vomit.  Tasty!  Turns out she’s really a Valkyrie’s daughter sent away to live in the Middle East for safe-keeping and yadda yadda yadda….the story went no-where.  So, here I am on a mini-holiday with my family to the extraordinary Orcas Island and just after a whale-watching cruise, I started writing and the Orca King spilled out of me.  And that was all she wrote.  Literally!  I incorporated elements of “The Virgin Whore” into other books (more on that later) and sold The Orca King to Liquid Silver Books.

Then I got to cowboy up with Cold, Hard Kash.  Go here for the rest of this sordid tale…(or tail, actually, if you’ve seen the cover)