Cate: Woot! Shannon MacLeod’s
here to party Halloween style. Shannon, please tell us a little bit about
yourself.
Shannon: Let’s see…I like pina
coladas and getting caught in the rain…I’m a recovering D&D player, live by
the ocean, love high heels, cats and movies with either talking animals or
stuff blowing up. And dragons. Anything with dragons.
Cate: What do you love most
about Halloween?
Shannon: An entire month of
really bad and/or really old horror movies.
Cate: lol Do you have a
favorite memory of a Halloween past?
Shannon: I grew up in the very
rural country. It was common for houses to be a half mile or more apart, so
trick or treating was done by car. My favorite house had the oddest couple, the
Waltons. They reminded me of a short, portly version of Gomez and Tish – their
house was way back off the road, and crammed full of taxidermied animals,
books, hanging beads and crystals. There was a concert grand harp in the living
room and they always had homemade candied and caramel apples. I remember one
year the lady wore a lovely tumbled stones bracelet…found out later they were
gallstones.
Cate: Interesting neighbors!
:) Have you ever had an unusual experience you couldn’t explain?
Shannon: Lots – where I grew
up ghosts and odd doings were more normal than not. I once lived in a house
where you could hear very faint big band, WWII type music playing if you stood
in one particular spot in the middle of the hallway.
Cate: How cool! What frightens
you the most?
Shannon: Spiders. I’m also
claustrophobic to the point of silliness.
Cate: Tight spaces are
horrific, I agree! Ever gone on a ghost
tour? Or ghost hunting on your own?
Shannon: Not officially, I’m
pretty sure my grandmother’s house was haunted. After my grandfather passed
away, we all saw him pretty regularly.
Cate: How sweet - he didn't want to leave :) Any favorite Halloween
recipes you’d care to share?
Shannon: One of my favorite
Halloween treats is Barmbrack. This is a sweet bread with bits of fruit in it.
When I was growing up, it wasn’t officially Fall until this wonderful smell
coming out of my own seanmhathair’s kitchen announced its arrival. Here
is a good basic recipe – I bake mine in a cast iron frying pan and cut it in
wedges like cake:
2 cups all
purpose flour
¾ cup sugar
1 lb dried fruit (I’m partial to sultanas, raisins, cherries, blueberries and a dash of lemon zest)
1 tsp baking powder
1 egg
1 tsp all spice
Pot of hot Irish tea
¾ cup sugar
1 lb dried fruit (I’m partial to sultanas, raisins, cherries, blueberries and a dash of lemon zest)
1 tsp baking powder
1 egg
1 tsp all spice
Pot of hot Irish tea
The trick to
making a good Barmbrack is to soak the dried fruit in the tea overnight. Add
the sugar and egg to the dry ingredients and mix. Drain, then fold in the
drained fruits gently. Be careful not to work the dough too much after adding
the fruit because the newly hydrated pieces will start coming apart. Pour into
your pan of choice. Bake at 350°F for 40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted
in the middle comes out clean. Whip up a quick glaze with 1 tablespoon of sugar
and 2 tablespoons boiling water. Right before the loaf is done, brush the top
liberally with glaze and pop it back in for 1-2 minutes. Cool on a wire rack.
Cate: Yum! Tell us about your latest
release, and where readers can find it online.
Shannon: One of my new ones is
Rogue on the Rollaway – you can find it here: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/29744
Cate: Care to share a blurb or
excerpt?
Shannon:
“…He’s in
here, Miss. I’ll be right outside the door if you need anything.” The uniformed
officer escorted Colleen into the small interrogation room furnished only by
two folding chairs and a gray metal table. She gave him a grateful smile when
he closed the door behind her then turned her full attention to the room’s only
occupant. Faolan was looking entirely
too cheerful given his current position of being seated in one of those chairs
and handcuffed, his long legs stretched out before him and crossed at the
ankles. “Good day, Princess,” he said with a grin. “Yer home early.”
Dropping into the seat
opposite him she demanded in a low voice, “Faolan, what the hell did you do?”
“‘Twas all a simple
misunderstanding, I’m thinking…” he began. “I was at the market…”
Colleen’s eyes widened and
she gasped in disbelief. “Grocery store? What on earth were you doing there?”
“Shopping,” he drawled, like
it should have been completely obvious. “Had ye been listening this morning
instead of tearing about like a wee mad thing, ye might have remembered me
mentioning we were out of--”
She waved her hand
impatiently to stop him. “Wait. How did you get there?”
His smile was dazzling. “I
drove yer car,” he said proudly.
Thump.
She
closed her eyes as her forehead hit the tabletop. “Faolan, you can’t do
that,”
she mumbled. “Let me guess. You learned to drive like you learned to make
coffee, by watching, right?”
At the soft sound of movement
she cracked open one eye to see his concerned face level with hers on the
table. “Please doona do that, Princess,” he said, giving her a gentle kiss on
the forehead. “It pains me to see ye so distressed over such a trifling matter
as this.”
She gave him a sour look and
sat upright. “Trifling matter,” she mimicked then frowned when she realized
what else was wrong with his admission. “My car wouldn’t start this morning.
How did you manage that? Been watching mechanic shows on A&E?”
He cocked an eyebrow, an
enigmatic smile playing about his lips. “Magic, Princess. A wee incantation
‘twas all it took and--”
Thump.
“Yer really going to have to
not do that,” Faolan admonished, giving her a stern glare.
She sat up again, took a deep
breath and plunged in. “Okay, tell me what happened.”
With a casual shrug of one
shoulder he began to explain. “Och, aye. Well,
being as ye were too busy this morning, I drove meself to the market and the
officer was behind me in a car that had bright blue lights upon it. It made a
hell of a racket too, a loud screaming sound the likes of which I doona ever
wish to hear again. Does yer car make that noise?” When her lips tightened in
irritation, he hurried on without waiting for an answer. “Those spinning lights
came on as I was turning into the parking area. I dinna know he wanted me to
stop. He approached me when I got out of the car and asked me
for…something…some sort of papers. I dinna have any papers other than my list
and I told him so. He insisted I come with him. I insisted he call to tell ye
where I was so ye wouldna worry. He told me I couldna give him orders, and I
told the clot heided buffoon if he intended on taking me anywhere he’d do as I
say because I’ll not have ye worrying.” He indicated his handcuffed wrists and
gave her a bright smile. “And so here’s me and here’s ye. Gaols are much
cleaner now, ‘twould seem,” he observed, looking around the room, his gaze
returning to rest on her. “Will ye be off the rest of the day, then? We
could--”
“Focus,” Colleen hissed. She
yanked opened her purse and dug around for her wallet. “I’ve got to get you out
of here. There should be money left to bail you out.” She stared up at the
ceiling. “How in the world--”
“Calm yerself, lass,” he
soothed, “I’m going to get myself out of here and all will be well.
What I need for ye to do is
keep those beautiful lips of yers closed and let me do that. And no questions
until we’re home,” he added when she opened her mouth to speak. “Do ye know the
papers he was asking for? Give me yers, please.”
Beautiful
lips, her heart fluttered at the words. Giving herself a mental shake,
Colleen steeled herself against melting into a gooey puddle at his flattery and
focused on the immediate problem. “Most likely he wanted your license and
registration,” she nodded. She handed both to him and sat back in the hard
plastic chair, waiting to see what happened next.
With a strange glint in his
eyes, Faolan leaned forward. “Ready to see a wee bit of real magic, Colleen?”
he whispered.
Funny how she kept forgetting
he was insane. She favored him with an indulgent smile and folded her arms
across her chest. “Sure. Dazzle me...”
Cate: What inspired you to
write about the theme?
Shannon: It started out as a
really great dream. As soon as I woke up I started scribbling and the book
details just fell into place.
Cate: Anything else you’d like
to share?
Shannon: I’ve got three
paranormal romances out right now plus two reference books on the Tarot. Please
stop by my website for blurbs and excerpts! http://www.shannonmacleod.com/
Cate: Thanks for sharing in
the Halloween fun, Shannon!