Hi guys we have Moriah Gemel stopping by today with the tour to her new release Céilí, we have a short interview with Moriah, a great excerpt and a fantastic giveaway, so enjoy the post and click that giveaway link <3 ~Pixie~ 

Céilí

Moriah Gemel

The Los Angeles music scene has not been kind to Devon Caelin. He struggles to fit in and has a streak of bad luck the length of the Sunset Strip. One rare rainy night, he drowns his sorrows from bar-to-bar, until he stumbles into an alley club called Céilí. He discovers that it’s home to a small community of mystical people making their way in the human world, and that he found it only because he is Fae himself. With mentoring from the pub’s proprietor, Eldan—a powerful Fae Lord protecting his kind in the city—Devon unearths his past and discovers his magical abilities. His life appears to be back on track—until a member of the Faerie Court is murdered and the secret of their world is threatened to be revealed.

Interview

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Moriah Gemel author of Céilí

Hi Moriah, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Thank you for having me. I’m an author at night and a stay-at-home mom during the day, and I’ve been writing since the age of seven. My current book is called Céilí and it’s about a man who finds where he belongs after a lifetime of searching, and how he comes to protect that life at all costs.

Was there a basis for you story? A previous experience or something else?

It was a Tumblr post, actually. About how a celebrity looked life an elf lord. It created a character in my mind that was unavoidable, and had to speak, and wouldn’t let go of me. So I wrote the story, and eventually turned it into a book.

What skills do you think a writer needs?

I think a writer needs perseverance above all else. And that is a skill, it doesn’t come naturally. It comes from being rejected, from failing, from learning to get back up again no matter how many times you’re knocked down. A writer also needs a healthy dose of imagination, which can be perfected by daydreaming a lot and reading and consuming other people’s ideas before your own start to seed. And a writer needs a good grasp of their language and how it works best. Once you know the rules, you can learn to bend them to your will.

What for you is the perfect book hero?

Someone who isn’t a hero at all, in their own head at least. I think a lot of things can make a hero, but I don’t think a real hero considers themselves one. Because the most important part of being a hero is the trying, and if you’re already a hero, you don’t have to try anymore. The rest is a mixed bag—some heroes are good, some are bad, but most are in between, in the neutral zones, just trying to make their way through the world the way they think is best.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Getting started at all, for sure. I’m a procrastinator of the worst sort, and I will put off writing like I put off everything else. My first novel I was forced to write in a single month because I put it off for so long. I am never doing that again, trust me.

Tell us about your favorite childhood book.

My favorite childhood book was Watership Down by Richard Adams. When I was six years old, my grandfather handed it to me and said, “Read this.” So I did. And I didn’t understand most of it, because it’s a complex novel and I was a child, I was just excited it was about bunnies at first, but I reread it, and reread it, and reread it, and as I matured I kept rereading it, and eventually I started to understand it. I would reread it multiple times a year, probably once a quarter, I loved that book so much. I haven’t read it in ages, I should go back and take a peek now.

Excerpt

“This is where we’ll do the spell,” Eldan says. “I can open the channel easily enough, but I’d like you to assist in keeping it open. Stand behind me when I tell you to, and put your hands on my shoulders. If we’re compatible, I’ll be able to take some of your energy to bolster mine, just enough to maintain a stronger connection than I would on my own, all right? You might get a little dizzy, but I promise you’ll be okay.”

“I’m not afraid, Eldan.” Devon is excited to see this magic performed, to see the Queens. What will they be like, these women that Eldan is wary to speak of?

“No. You aren’t, are you?” Eldan smiles. “Well. Best get on with it then. Stand nearby, please?”

Devon settles himself just behind Eldan, and Eldan nods. Then, he pulls a little vial from his pocket and shakes it.

“Here we go.”

He uncorks the bottle, and Devon smells something almost metallic. Eldan walks to the first corner of the table, to the right, and pours a drop of whatever’s inside the vial over the little pile of dirt.

“Cré.” His hand hovers over the bowl, and the dirt spreads and forms a flat plane under his palm. Eldan smiles and walks on.

He walks to the back right of the table and pours a drop into the empty bowl. “Aer,” he says and his hand hovers. The bowl trembles, and the dust motes in the air within it coalesce and spin. He walks on.

The third bowl holds sticks, and Eldan pours the liquid on them before hovering his hand, causing them to burst into flames. “Tine.” Devon can’t help but push his breath out and shake his head. This is cool. All this magic, it’s really real. He thought it was a story for children, but magic is real, and he’s a part of it. He never thought much about fairytales but now he wishes he had, because it would make this moment so much better.

Finally, Eldan pours into the fourth bowl, filled with water, and his hand hovering creates little waves that splash on the sides of the bowl gently, as though upset. “Uisce,” he says and then he walks on.

He circles the table counter-clockwise three times and, when he reaches the head of the table once more, he nods to Devon. “Now.”

Devon steps up as Eldan turns away and puts his hands on Eldan’s slim, strong shoulders. Immediately, his palms tingle, as Eldan waves a hand. The mirror in the center of the table stands up, reflecting them. Eldan presses a palm to the center of it.

“Oscailt agus a léiriú,” Eldan says. Devon wishes he knew what the hell he was saying, but it’s pretty, in any case. Celtic? Gaelic? Something. “Na Ríona I Talún Samhraidh.”

The mirror clouds, and Devon licks his lips and stands on his tiptoes to see over Eldan’s shoulder. Nothing happens, though, for long moments, in which Eldan’s breathing comes quick and loud. Devon squeezes his shoulders, and Eldan whimpers faintly. But he slows down, and Devon keeps squeezing, staring at what he can see of Eldan’s face, staring at the delicate line of his jaw, his high cheekbone, the flutter of an eyelash, the jut of his nose, which is freckled and fair.

But then the clouds part, and there they are.

About Moriah

Moriah Gemel has developed a dedicated following for her realistic, sexually-charged stories over twelve years in online fan communities. Moriah is passionate about diversity in fiction, as well as realistic depictions of BDSM and sex education. Her first novel, Load the Dice, was published as a serial in ten parts. Céilí is her second novel. She lives with her husband, young son, and two cats.

Where to find the author:

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