flat loaves of bread, and baskets and bowls filled with cherries, apples, blackberries, blueberries, elderberries, rowanberries and hazlenuts, prove very tempting to Cuddles and Junior who race around Oliver's feet, wearing their little tam o'shanters and drooling and getting in the way.Platters of goose meat, capons, pheasant, partridge and wood pigeon, tempting mixtures of peas and beans, will soon join the rest of the fare Oliver is preparing.
On a side table a large Oat cake has been decorated by his own hand with a representation of Sky's cover for her new book.
Whisky, ale and wine will ensure that no-one goes thirsty.
The three hostesses, dressed in co-ordinating tartan kilts, with black berets and jackets are practicing the highland fling. Lyn trips over her own feet and they all land in a heap.
"You and your big feet," Sharon grumbes as she rubs her large posterior.
"Twasn't my feet," Lyn retorts, your bum got in the way. Good job Mary landed on her inflatable chest and we landed on top of her or we could have been hurt!
"They're all mine, I keep telling you, I can't help it if nature was extra kind to me," Mary snaps. Their bickering is interupted by the huge bell in the courtyard and Oliver rushes to welcome their newly arrived guest.
As soon as Sky enters the great banqueting hall the hostesses run to her and give her a group hug. She looks incredibly lovely with the lamplight burnishing the highlights of her golden hair, and wearing a long, flowing traditional tartan gown, a tam o'shanter perched jauntily on her head.
Oliver bows low and presents her with a sprig of white heather, tied with a tartan ribbon.
Sky accepts it with a smile and with the pipes playing in the background they escort her to the seat at the head of the table while the hostesses beg her to tell them all about herself.
' Thank you so much for having me at the Author Roast and Toast. What a privilege! All right, I know I’m supposed to talk about me. Mind you, that’s tough. At my blog http://www.skypuringtonwrites.blogspot.com/ I prefer chatting about the latest romance author, vendor, or anyone else out there doing good for others.
Okay, so about me. As I say at my website, it all started the year I won the first ever Young Author Award given to a second grader in the state of New Hampshire. What did that mean? Well, I won a monetary prize and got to meet Stephen King. That was pretty cool. Had I known who he was at the time! That’s really where the “grand-sounding-pump-myself-up” stopped. I drifted for many years after. Well─in retrospect ─ I followed my heart. Good friendships, many cultures, traveling, working, family. These are the things that made up my life until the age of twenty-four. Then I started educating through correspondence courses. Now I’m qualified to do a lot of things in both the medicinal and writing worlds.
Meanwhile, I fell in love with the forests of New Hampshire, travled the world, and took great pride in my family members who were part of the airlines, restaurant business, teaching profession and medical fields. What have a discovered about myself? I have great loves. Those include: family, history, culture and writing (of course, the medical field as well- but in that regard (truth told) I’m really more a ER and Gray’s Anatomy fan…so perhaps I’m more of a ‘wannabe’ in this respect).
It’s present day. Here’s where I am. I’ve focused on the nationalities that I descend from… Scotch-Irish first on the list. When I learned that my husband’s (love of my life) Highland Scottish clan (Mac’Lomain) was intermarried with my lowland Scottish clan (Brouns) for 300 years in the medieval period, well, you can well imagine how a trilogy was born. More interestingly, his clan derived from the Dal’Raida clan out of Ireland. I too have Irish blood. So, my short story, The King’s Druidess led seamlessly into the Mac’Lomain Trilogy. Book I was Fate’s Monolith. This first novel gave birth to Destiny’s Denial (Book II) and its hero, Ferchar, who was indeed, a historical figure. He was the first official chieftain of the Mac’ferarchar clan (AKA-Lamont- Gaelic translation- Mac’Lomain) Sylvan Mist (Book III) will wrap it all up nicely.
So here I am today, “So proud of my Scottish Trilogy.” Mostly because it will teach my son a great deal about his heritage but also, because it gave me wings to fly. This trilogy was contracted three years ago and it’s the foundation to all I know I can become. I believe in heroes, in heroines. I believe that love can find a way, no matter what stands in its way. I believe in Destiny…in Fate. Time means nothing if you know how to love and love well. Sylvan Mist will prove that.
Wow, what a fascinating insight into how you came to write this series, Sky - and you actually met Stephen King!
Before the party really gets going, to whet your appetite, both for food and literature, here's the blurb and an excerpt from the newly released 'Sylvan Mist'
Coira O'Donnell refuses to acknowledge the Scotsman haunting her. Why should she? She carries no magic and she's newly engaged. Well aware of the mysterious tie between the medieval Mac'Lomains and her mother's clan, the Brouns, Coira will have no part of it. She much prefers a proper English gentleman to a barbarian living six hundred years in the past. However, as one whirlwind day will prove, she has little choice in the matter.
Chieftain William Mac'Lomain did not call her back, yet she arrives. Coira is not the woman meant for him. Or is she? Her arrival marks the start of a highland war unlike any Scotland has witnessed before, one born of magic. Soon, he finds himself in a tangled web of duty, loyalty and unexpected love. A love so unattainable and powerful it may cost him the war; and his heart.