Monday, 27 May 2013

Interview with Siobhan Muir - Not A Dragon's Standard Virgin

I have the lovely Siobhan Muir in my hot seat today, so settle back and find out more about this fab author, as I probe her with my nosy questions.

So great to have you here, Siobhan :-)

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. How to answer that question…I’m a scientist with the desperate need to find the magic in the ordinary. So I write it into every one of my stories, blending realism with fantasy to make a kick-ass adventure with hot sex.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. Actually it was the frustration with the double standard placed on men and women when it came to sex. For the last few centuries women were supposed to be chaste (and have no sexual desires) just because men couldn’t tell when a woman was likely to get pregnant. It was acceptable for men to “sow some wild oats” but if a woman was caught having sex before marriage or worse, pregnant from it, it was her fault, not the would-be father’s. Oh, yeah, that set my fury going. So I wrote Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin with the question, what would I do if I had to choose between being fed to a dragon because I hadn’t had sex or being thrown out of town because I gave my virginity away? In this day and age it’s not as big a deal, but in 1547 Scotland, virginity was a commodity men traded like baseball cards. Isabelle Andersen answered my question the way only a forthright Scotswoman could. ;)

This is so going on my TBR list. It sounds fab!

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. Harris Channing designed my cover. In fact, she’s done all my Siren covers. She always nails the characters and the backgrounds perfectly. I told her I wanted Scotland without a castle, and a leg-less dragon. She found some of the best images to put together. I’m really pleased.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. If I’m not promoting a new release, like I am now, I usually come home from dropping the kids off at school and allow myself 30 minutes of fooling around on the internet. That includes catching up on emails, Facebook, and promoting on Google Plus, Facebook, and Twitter. After that, it’s open a world doc and away I go on a WIP. I only have about 2 hours to write each day because the youngest gets out of school early and I have to be there to pick her up. Sometimes I even get time in the evening after the kids go to bed, but that’s also my time to be with my husband and I don’t squander that if I can help it. ;) Next school year, I’ll get six hours to write rather than two, and I’m looking forward to that.

I hear you. It's two years for me before my youngest goes to school full time. I'm dreading it and looking forward to it at the same time, because it will mean much more time to write.

Q. What inspires you?

A. Music, movies, other books, social dilemmas or problems, questions to be answered, and magic. None of my stories are simply from this world. There’s always something just a little magical about them – or I couldn’t write them. I need a little extra beyond the day-to-day.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. What do you mean? I’ve been a writer since I was 9 years old. There is nothing else. However, I have been trained as a mammal paleontologist specializing in Pleistocene aged canids (wolves, coyotes, and foxes). I still do a little paleo on the side – in fact, I have to clean up a specimen and identify the teeth left in it for a colleague this summer. Eep! Better get on that.


Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. Yes, they do. The first time was when Jeff Lightfoot, the hero from Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack, started talking to me. I’d never had a character talk to me before. And then he went on to do something I didn’t expect. Jon from Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin developed a clumsy side. Didn’t see that one coming. :D

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Water or coffee. Sounds strange, doesn’t it? I live in the Mojave Desert, the driest desert in North America and I always need something to drink. Not only does it keep my hands busy when I’m thinking something out, but it keeps both me and my Muse from drying out while the inspiration is flowing.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. First, edit out the word “aspiring”. You’re either a writer or you’re not. Aspiring means to “think about” doing something, not actually doing it. If you want to be a writer, write. Even if it’s crap. You can always go back and edit the daylights out of it. I do that all the time. :D Also, if you’re serious about being a writer, get your voice out there. Make a blog and get Twitter and Facebook accounts. It may take awhile, but readers want to know more and interact with the writers they like. Starting this now gives them a place to find out and try out your writing. When you write on a blog, it lets everyone, including prospective agents, editors, and publishers, learn your voice and your style. Blogging will also allow you to refine your particular style.

Fabulous advice right there.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. Multipublished, well-known with large fan base, and royalties that can help with the monthly expenses. J

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judge that something else is more important than fear.” – Meg Cabot

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. No, but that’s because I have several stories going on at once. If I get stuck on one, I move to another and let the Muse run on that one while the first one percolates in the back of my mind. Eventually I get ideas to push it forward. Queen Bitch sat still for about a month before I knew what would happen after the Selection Party.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin should be on Amazon soon, along with A Hell Hound’s Fire, a short free read introducing my new Cloudburst, Colorado series. You can find A Hell Hound’s Fire in most retailers from my Books page on my website. The second book in that series will be out June 24th, entitled The Beltane Witch, and it’s a hot one. Later this year, I should have a ménage ‘a SEALs ready for publication.

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

Isabelle damn near dropped the pottery flagon she’d cleaned when the stranger stepped inside her father’s tavern.
Glory be! I have never seen such a beautiful man.
He stood tall, even taller than Angus MacLeod, the blacksmith’s son who stood at exactly six feet. Dark-brown hair hung, braided at his temples, with the rest pulled back to the base of his neck with a leather thong. Brilliant blue eyes the color of lupine flowers looked out beneath dark, arching brows and long lashes. His neatly trimmed beard framed a generous mouth beneath a slightly flattened nose that looked as if it had been damaged in a fight and healed incorrectly.
Isabelle trembled with his intangible power, reveling in the sight of his masculine beauty. His rugged features made him look mysterious and dangerous, sending a feminine pulse straight to her womb. If ever a man existed to whom her virginity should be given, this was him.
Oh, aye, and now all you have to do is ask him. Her gaze swept down his body as he pulled his plaid off his head and surveyed the great room. William MacLeod, the only elder still left in the Careless Wench, stood talking with her father, and the stranger strode toward them with the sinuous grace of a warrior. He reminded Isabelle of the stories she’d heard about William Wallace of old. The sword sticking up over his left shoulder and the chainmail shirt confirmed it, but so did the way he moved.
She sighed a little as he gave her a view of his broad back, and she had the odd urge to see if it was as heavily muscled and powerful as she guessed.
Bloody hell, lass. Focus on what you’re doing.
“Welcome to the Careless Wench, good sir. Are you lookin’ for a pint?”
“To be sure, but also for a warm bed. Have you one of those as well?” The stranger’s voice painted images of comfort, contentment, and far more lustful things in Isabelle’s mind.
“Well now, I may have one for you at that. Isabelle!”
She set down her cloth and straightened her skirt before answering her father’s summons. She could feel the violet gaze of the stranger on her, and it made her skin tingle, but she kept her own eyes on her father’s chin.
“Aye, Father?”
“Have the extra rooms been cleaned since our last guests?”
Isabelle wanted to snap at him that of course they’d been cleaned, but it would only irritate her father. Usually she liked nothing more than to needle the philandering prick, but she made herself play the dutiful daughter in front the elder and the stranger. She wouldn’t give them a reason to select her for the Virgin Sacrifice until she’d secured her ineligibility.
“Aye, Father, they have been cleaned.” The beautiful warrior met her eyes, and everything heated as if she’d caught on fire. How could one look do such things to her?
“Very well.” Her father narrowed his eyes and grunted with suspicion, but he turned to the stranger with a smile. “There be a free room at the top o’ the stairs that should suit you well enough. Say five coppers a night with supper.”
“Done.” The warrior reached beneath his plaid for his belt pouch, but his gaze returned to Isabelle. “How much for a bath? It’s been a long road between them.”
Oh, Lord, why does the idea of this man bare tease me so?
“Three coppers, four if you want some of my wife’s special soap cakes.” Her father always pandered Elizabeth’s soap cakes for no other reason than to get extra money out of people. The soaps smelled heavenly, though, and her stepmother made them from fresh herbs, improving everyone’s scent. “They cause a healing, they do. Best soap cakes in the Highlands, I warrant.”
The warrior chuckled, and his laughter sent a shiver up her back. He could laugh around her any time he pleased. The timbre of his amusement made her think of the richest velvet sliding against her skin. She clenched her teeth as her womb tingled, and she shifted her legs to relieve the ache. Dear Goddess, perhaps she’d already become no better than a brazen hussy if his laughter could get her wetter than a soft Highland rain.
“Four coppers it is, if I can have it tonight.” The warrior’s brilliant blue eyes fastened on Isabelle as he smiled, creasing the edges of his mouth upward. She wanted to kiss them.

Sounds fabulous, Siobhan. Thanks so much for stopping by today.

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BLURB for Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin:
Sacrificial virgins are so sixteenth century, but unless Isabelle finds a man to take her innocence, she’ll likely be next.

For Isabelle Andersen, being a virgin in a dragon-plagued Scottish village is dangerous. Potentially the next dragon sacrifice, Isabelle’s only solution is to lose her innocence, and fast. All she needs is one handsome stranger she can coax into bed, but Lochmore Cott doesn’t get much in the way of visitors.

Jonarrion Swiftwind has sworn off virgins. The last time he took one to his bed, his family paid the price for his lust at the hands of her demon-possessed father. He’s made it his mission to destroy all demons. Nothing distracts him from killing this demon until lovely Isabelle offers him tea. And her virginity.

Just one night of passion makes Jon realize he doesn’t want to let the independent beauty go. But will Isabelle accept him when she discovers the only real dragon in her village… is him?

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s recent release, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin, is from Siren Publishing, and she has published Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. She also has a free read out entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introducing her new Cloudburst, Colorado series.


  1. Thank you so much for having me today, Doris! :)

  2. Fantastic interview. Very interesting history about your book, I'll have to check it out!

    1. Thanks, Dee. Isabelle really took the idea and ran with it. She surprised the heck out of me. Thanks for commenting. :)

  3. Great interview and interesting story premise.

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    1. Thank you, Jorja. I hope you get a chance to read it. :)