Dunskey Castle by Jane Stain Book Tour and Giveaway :)
“You know me,” she reminded him. “Which way would I find more interesting?” He pointedly looked at her Celtic University ring. “I’m not really sure I do know you well anymore, but the Kelsey I remember, the adventurous one, she would have insisted on checking out the passage down to the secret doors.” “I’ll make you a deal,” she said to him. Wow. He gave her a soft look that she never thought she’d see again. It made her want to hug him… “I’m listening,” he said. Right. They were just talking. What was she saying, again? Oh yeah. The deal. “I’ll be the Kelsey you remember, if you’ll be the Tavish I remember.” Oops. What had made her say that? The soft look left his eyes, replaced by wariness. “You know what—” he started. But she cut him off. “Not for always, Tavish, just for this tour of the passageways, okay?” He sighed heavily, and sadness filled his face while his posture relaxed as if he’d been ready for a big something and then just given up. “Okay, but Kelsey, when this tour is done, promise me you’ll go into Mr. Blair’s trailer and stay in there until the sun comes up. Please, promise me.” Taken aback by just how desperately worried for her he seemed, she agreed to his terms without any negotiation. “I promise.” He visibly relaxed. “Thanks, Kelsey.” And then his eyes were looking far away, and he started to reach out to her, and then let his hands drop. She stomped her foot to get his attention, to make him look her in the eye. Okay, and maybe she was trying to get him to laugh a little, too. She’d always found foot stomping ridiculous. “What’s wrong, Tavish?” But it didn’t work. He looked away. “I can’t tell you.”
Emboldened by the fact that everyone else had stripped and she wouldn't be alone in it, she did so, even putting the leather sack with the Roman helmet down on top of her pile of clothes. With her eyes on it in a bit of worry, she walked over to where the line of druids was decorating the line of laymen with woad grease they had brought along with them in earthenware jars. Jaelle fell into the line between Breth and his mother. The grease was cold. The experience was anything but. “But I know the woad decorations are needed according to your traditions, and of course I will go along with that—” She broke off what she was going to say, because Breth’s eyes were mocking her playfully. He spoke in a teasing way, not as if he meant it. “You’ll go along with that? Look, if you don’t want to be part of our traditions, then why don’t you just go home, future woman?” In fact his eyes were laughing so much that she forgot everyone else was there for a moment and just stared at Breth’s glimmering blue eyes. Deoord cleared his throat. “Look, if you have… unfinished business to attend to, then I can come back later…” Breth squeezed her around the waist. But then he looked toward the noon sky and sighed, then gently nudged her waist toward the druid. “Tempting, but no. We really do need to get started.”
Jaelle tried again. “Why don’t we just do the woad decorations tomorrow? There must be other things we could do today.” Breth and Deoord shared a look that said she really was a future woman and they had their hands full trying to make her understand their way of life. But the future druids demanded it of them. Deoord decorated Breth’s naked body just as complexly as it had been when she met Breth, but with different animals and creatures this time who were just as animated and fascinating and artful. Jaelle particularly liked the owl montage that now covered Breth’s back. When he flexed, the owls took flight. And as the druid made all these wonderful woad markings on that beautiful man’s bare skin, he patiently explained. “These markings are protective, not really decorative — although they are that as well. The drawings are infused with my magic, and my magic is the most strong when enacted here by these waters which feed our sacred grove…”
Jane worked at the Renaissance Pleasure Faires at Paramount Ranch Agoura, Devore, and Black Point Forest from 1987 to 1993. She started as a peasant, then auditioned and made it into the Washerwomen, and then was a sea dog. She also hawked for Belle Star's perfume wagon and The Dye Spot clothing booth. Jane Stain is a pen name.