Clair’s Clan welcomes Skye McNeil

1. Will you tell us a little about yourself? Please include a picture if you wish.
Hi! My name is Skye McNeil, and I live in Iowa. I have been writing since I was seventeen years old, and I absolutely love unexpected stories. I have three rescue pets, two cats and one dog. In my free time, I enjoy photography, playing volleyball, and spending time with family and friends.

2. Why did you start to write? Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger?
I, like many other high school students, was forced to write in English class. My love for writing started as research projects, essays, and poems then escalated to stories. I took any and every creative writing class available to me, and had great teachers to support my dream. I was very active in the performing arts at my school, which I believe triggered my underlying passion to write stories that I would enjoy reading or turning into a screenplay.
3. What sort of books do you write? Why did you choose that particular genre?
My passion is writing romance novels with a twist. I like to write something that readers don’t see coming in a story. Out of all the novels I have penned, I can’t write any other genre and I have tried. I think years of watching romantic dramas and comedies plus personal experiences made me realize that I was meant to write in the romance realm.
4. How autobiographical are your stories?
Every one of my stories has my personal experiences in them. I don’t think I could write something that didn’t have a little piece of me in it. It makes me feel connected in the upmost way to the characters. It also keeps my readers speculating which part of the story is factual. It drives my family crazy, which I adore.
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories? Why?
I don’t think I have a favourite setting. I like to write about places I know, but I definitely write about locations I want to visit.
6. Do you ever fall for your characters?
I fall for my characters on a daily basis. If I don’t fall madly in love with a character, then neither will my readers. It is always painful to stop writing a story because I don’t want to leave my fictional characters. That emotional connection is what I want my readers to feel as well.
7. Do your characters ever surprise you?
Yes, my characters do surprise me. While writing Diamonds, Donuts and Assorted Details, I originally thought my main character was going in one direction, but about half way through, she completely changed course, which I am totally fine with in the end. I love when the plot changes and characters veer off course.
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing?
I don’t plan or prepare before I write. My best ideas come when I am busy at work. I wish getting myself in the mood was as easy as lighting a candle and pouring myself a glass of wine, but if I try too hard to write, the only thing that happens is writer’s block.
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
I haven’t had the chance to write in many strange places yet, but I suppose writing at work is an odd spot.
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
Every now and then I do go through phases of writer’s block. The best way I found to cope with it is to give myself some distance from the story. Exercising, watching a romantic movie that’s absolutely atrocious or completely putting the story out of my mind are the best ways I get around it.
11. Describe your perfect first date.
I want to quote Miss Congeniality so bad right now, but I will refrain. I am fairly easy-going, so a perfect first date would be doing something new or exciting. I love checking out new country singers or four-wheeling through muddy fields. What makes a date perfect is the person you are with and not necessarily what you do.
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
Though, I adore the beach and warm weather, I would choose Scotland. My family originated in Scotland, and I would so love to travel the same paths as my ancestors. To me, Scotland is my epitome of romance. So many stories are waiting to be told. If I lived there, I know I could channel the ancestry and romance to write more incredible stories.
1. Chocolate or ice-cream?
2. Favourite tipple.
Whiskey or wine
3. Seaside or forest?
4. Rain or sun?

5. Christmas or birthday?
6. Elegant or comfortable clothes?
Comfortable all the way.
7. TV or cinema?
8. Laptop or notebook for writing?
9. Nail colour?
Pink or red
10. Dom, sub or switch?
11. Bondage or spanking?
12. Leather or lace?

Excerpt from Donuts, Diamonds and Assorted Details

She felt his eyes scan her from head to toe more than once before he closed the distance between them and trapped her between the wall and his arms resting on either side of her shoulders. She couldn’t move if she wanted to; not with her heart pounding furiously to make her stay and kiss him until he stopped his shenanigans. “I’ve got all I want right here,” he whispered against her neck.
Gwen’s stomach flipped and her throat immediately dried. Those words sounded like honey on her tortured soul, but she couldn’t accept them. “You’re drunk,” she shot back, equally hushed. She moved to escape his clutch, but he pressed her against the wall with his body.
“Maybe a little, but maybe I’m just drunk enough to demand you stop teasing me,” he replied, moving her hair behind her shoulder and toying with the dress strap. He rolled it between his fingers and lowered his eyes to her dress. “You come to a party you’re not invited to wearing a dress that makes every male head turn.” He slipped her strap down and gently caressed her bare shoulder. Chills spread over her skin the more he touched her. “And then you want to leave right after I see you?” he finished, pushing the opposite dress strap off. “That’s not very fair,” he complained, leaning down and catching the tip of her ear between his teeth.
If it weren’t for the other partygoers, Gwen was certain Jeremy would take her in that very hallway. She saw the longing in his brown depths and knew hers mirrored the exact same. “You know we can’t,” she murmured against his lips.
Jeremy cradled her face in his hands and nuzzled her nose with his before tilting her head up. “Then why does it feel so right when we do?” he argued as he lightly nibbled on her lower lip. His reasoning made sense to her hazed thoughts. The way he coerced her lips with his only intensified her resolve to not let anything or anyone get between them.
Deciding one kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, Gwen met Jeremy’s lips with exuberance.
His reaction took her breath away when he eagerly slipped his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. He tasted like beer laced with vodka and a hint of peppermint, but to her, he still tasted like perfection. The beat of the rock song playing over the amplifier only deepened the pressure in Gwen’s body. Thankful for the crowd-reducing noise, Gwen pulled Jeremy closer yet, until he was skin to skin with her

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