Author Lila Dubois pens incredibly passionate erotic love stories, ranging from contemporary to paranormal and beyond. But this week the author released her first non-erotic contemporary romance, The Harp and the Fiddle, inspired not only by her Irish "Farm Boy" husband, but by her recent winter trip to rural Ireland, where she connected with nature and her inner lass! Yesterday the author wrote about her Christmas visit to Dublin with us, and today she shares her rural adventure, along with some fun photos and details about her new release:
I’m a city girl, and am not ashamed to say it. I love knowing that at any time of day or night the city is awake around me, that if I wanted to I could get anything I could think of, and that around every corner I might find some new little bar or restaurant I’ve never been to before.
That’s why it both surprises and baffles me that I fell madly in love with an Irish Farm Boy. Well, he’s Dr. Irish Farm Boy, the statistician, but still, he’s a farm boy at heart. After saving up time and money we’re in Ireland for a month for the holidays. It’s not my first visit, but it’s been a few years, so whatever I’d learned about being on the farm I’ve forgotten, and everyone who knows me has raised an eyebrow or two at the idea of me on a farm in rural Ireland.
This photo sums up me on a farm:
Here I am, with no makeup, hair a mess, wearing no less than three layers top and bottom, and sunk in mud. My oh-so-helpful husband is laughing at me and taking a picture.
I could write tomes about what I didn’t know about dairy farming before meeting my husband and coming to stay with his family the first time. But after being back a week I can correctly identify many things on farm, even if I’ve made up my own stupid names for them.
This is me pretending to eat the cow beer.
Actually it’s “silage,” which is what the cows eat in winter when it’s too wet and cold for them to graze. When I was here in the spring I spent an afternoon getting very dirty helping cover one of the silage pits, which mainly consisted of having old tires thrown at me and slip-sliding down a mountain of grass covered in heavy duty plastic.
This is the mad scientist laboratory, otherwise known as the milking parlor. There’s tubes and pipes and you have to get suited up like you’re going in to surgery to touch anything in there, hence my calling it a laboratory. It seems like a very little room to be squished in with eight cows, but no one but me seems freaked out by it.
Here’s a view of some of the older farm buildings. My husband’s family has lived on this land for generations. There’s an old mud-brick farmhouse that was the original building. Little by little the farm was built up around it, and what used to be the garage for the original house is now part of a series of buildings for the farm. No one lives in the original house anymore, for a variety of reasons, which include a lack of modern plumbing and the proximity to the large barn and the accompanying cows (and their smell).
But there is one part of the farm I love. The babies. Oh my goodness baby cows are cute! They have long eyelashes and they’re rather fuzzy. These two were happy as could be when I went to see them, but they were still with their mamas so this was as close as I could get. Mama cows are very protective.
I held out as long as I could, and managed to avoid writing about Ireland for almost four years, but finally, earlier this year, I gave in and wrote not only my first story set in my married homeland of Ireland, but my first contemporary romance.
The hero of the second book in the series just happens to own a dairy farm. I’m so creative.
Here's the official back cover blurb for the book:
Caera Cassidy has spent two years building the historic—and haunted—Glenncailty Castle into one of the most sought-after hotels and performance venues in Ireland. But she can’t say it’s her dream. She lost that years ago when what she thought was love led her to a dark place not even her music could reach.
Once in a while, though, it’s safe to pretend. And that’s what she’s doing when she plays her harp on the empty stage in the castle’s theater.
When American folk musician Tim Wilcox spots the mysterious woman at the front of the theater, he’s enraptured. Not only by her virtuoso skill and ethereal voice, but by her dark beauty—and the shadows in her blue eyes when she insists she’s no musician.
Wary of repeating the mistakes of her past, Caera tells herself she can indulge in the pleasure of Tim’s company, his touch, without risking her heart. But she hadn’t counted on Tim’s determination to convince her she’s worthy of her gifts. Or on lingering souls who live in the castle, who are growing restless, ready to warn her that deadly mistakes are not meant to be repeated…
- Lila Dubois
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