Interview with Dáire McLaine, from Fated for Sacrifice
Name: Dáire McLaine
Height: A smidgeon shorter than 6’
Hair: Long Auburn
Eyes: Sky blue
Age: 2,200 years old
Claire: Hey Dáire, how are you? It’s been a while since we’ve talked. So glad you could join me at one of my favorite blogs, Under the Covers.
Dáire: Thanks for inviting me to join you. It’s going well, strangely enough. Remarkably…normal.
Claire: Good to hear. Let’s bring everyone up to speed, if you don’t mind. Your father was an incubus, and your mother a Selgovae Celt High Priestess. Which makes you half-demon. And when your mother betrayed your father’s vile will, he cursed you and your surviving siblings to kill the person you fall in love with. How’s that whole thing working out for the family?
Dáire: (He chuckles). Cut straight to the point, don’t you? My mother left behind a spell book that was divided into eight chapters. Each chapter contains a ritual which, if they’re all completed, will destroy my sire. It also grants the caster mortality.
Claire: Which is something you’ve wanted since your twin, Rhiannon, discovered hers.
Dáire: Yes. We’ve done everything together for centuries. The idea of my outliving her for eternity is unfathomable.
Claire: And that desire became stronger when you found yourself literally cooped up with Reese Hamilton, just before your birthday on Ostara. Tell us why.
Dáire: Why? Isn’t that a little…obvious?
Claire: Well, yes, but for these good people who haven’t met her, elaborate, would you?
Dáire: (Chuckling once again—his grin is absolutely devilish.) Okay. She’s beautiful. But I’ve known her a long while now. She’s always been off limits. I never thought…and with my curse…it just wasn’t an idea I could entertain. But she’s so tender, so gentle with everything, it’s impossible to be immune. I fought it for a long time. In the end…well…we’ll let them discover how she tortured me.
Claire: Back to Reese—you were initially concerned with keeping her safe from your darkest brother, Taran, not just your father. Can you elaborate on what worried you the most?
Dáire: Drandar—my sire—is vile and he’ll do anything to stop those of us who want mortality from conducting our mother’s rituals. He’ll do anything to stay alive. Taran is most closely aligned with Drandar’s dark nature. He likes the darkness. And he’s proven to us that he’s just as willing to stop us as Drandar is. Reese naturally became a target.
Claire: One more question, and then I’m afraid we’ll have to call it a day. What was the most difficult thing about your involvement with Reese, aside from the whole killing her part?
Dáire: I misjudged her and abused my magical gift for my own means. If I’d had a little more faith in her, things might have turned out drastically different.
Claire: I’ll say. But we’ll let further details be discovered in your book. Oh! Oh! I almost forgot – what’s the story behind those amazing tattoos?
Dáire: These? (He points to the intricate tattoos on both cheekbones and across the bridge of his nose) My mother put them there when I was born. They identify my Selgovae origin and my place within the tribe.
Claire: They’re really fascinating. Anyway – we have to let these poor people get back to their responsibilities and let them meet your sparkling personality in the pages of your story. Thanks again, Dáire. We’ll see you soon, I’m sure.
Dáire: Thanks for having me, ladies! I love hanging out at Under the Covers, and am so glad to be back here today. And (hint hint) you don’t want to miss the January release that precedes Lucan!
If any of you have any questions, please holler. I’ll be in and out throughout the day.
When Reese Hamilton is abandoned in the snow-laden woods, she must find her way to Dáire McLaine’s cabin—a friend she’s known for years, and the man who makes her pulse triple. Little does she know that a cozy night in the woods will lead to passion they both have been longing to explore. But with the change in their relationship comes something darker and more terrifying, and Reese must confront danger, even death, before she is free to love.
Dáire McLaine will do anything to escape his demonic blood and attain mortality, even if that means defying nature’s laws and manipulating Reese’s thoughts for his own means. But when he delves into her hidden secrets, the staggering emotion he encounters makes it impossible to deny the forbidden longings of his own heart. Yet to love Reese will demand the ultimate sacrifice—his life.
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I began writing in my early teens and maintained the hobby for twenty years before making the professional shift. I remember late nights spent with my best girlfriend, staying up and reading to her the zany stories I’d dreamt up. God bless her for endless patience, and the toleration required to listen to my, admittedly, terrible creations. If you’re out there, Lynnie, thank you.
In my junior year English class, when I was supposed to be watching Watership Down, I started my first real romance novel. It remains my favorite work — probably because I spent a good five to six years getting to know the characters and I grew alongside them.
Writing isn’t my only career, nor my only passion. When I’m not sitting at the computer and ticking out plotlines, I raise and train Oldenburg, Thoroughbred, and Arabian horses. You’ll see many of my favorite friends appearing in my contemporary novels. I’ve ridden horses since I was young, but purchased my first horse, on my own, when I was sixteen. I worked my fingers off to keep that horse through college and as of 2012 he is still a favored resident in our barns. I’m not me without some reference to horses, plain and simple.
Above all things, however, I am a mother of two boys. I never thought I’d be the “boy kind of mom” but they are my greatest blessings and my joy. I’ve learned how to look at bugs in a whole new light, discovered mud isn’t so terribly awful, and that little boys aren’t just made of frogs, snails and puppy dog tails — they have a great deal of sugar and spice thrown in also.
I owe a great deal to my family. Their patience, encouragement, and willingness to listen to me drone on and on about my latest idea has allowed me to pursue my dreams. While my mother has always pushed me to follow this path, and I resisted for a long time, she’s given countless hours of her time, in a multitude of ways, to help me achieve my dreams.