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The Gypsy Ribbon by Shannon MacLeod


Good evening, Lovelies!

It’s grand to be back at the Literary Lagniappe, talking about The Gypsy Ribbon: Suit of Wands, the latest installment in my Tarot inspired Arcana Love series. Here’s “da blurb”-

Rock hard, play hard, love harder…

Internationally known wild child James Kelly is a filthy rich rock star, devilishly handsome, with silicone beauties aplenty to grace both his arm and his bed. He has it all. Or does he? What he wants most is a real woman to tell him no once in a while…and thanks to his inherited precognition, he knows her when he meets her. But the vision of his future is shrouded in darkness and shadows.

Tarot reader Lisbeth Vargo works at the local renaissance faire. She’s still stinging from her last bad relationship when her best friend marries James Kelly’s brother. After being paired up in the wedding party, sparks fly between Lisbeth and James. Even her tarot cards tell her he’s one, but is the interest of a “bad boy” something she can take seriously?

The new Kelly family saga follows little brother James, but Beth calls him Seamus – when she’s not running away from him in abject terror…wanna know what he looks like?

 …“Musicians,” the manager growled. He looked up at the framed promotional poster on the wall of James in all his glory–wailing into his microphone, head thrown back a la a young David Coverdale, his open shirt showcasing the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach. Twenty-three years old with eyes of dark emerald green, bedroom hair and a devilish grin that made female hormones stand up and salute, he was “six feet of gorgeous,” Aaron’s thirteen year old daughter had proclaimed, insisting her father introduce her to the talented young star. He categorically denied her on the grounds that he was certain just being in the same room with the man was a danger to her virginity.


In case you missed Whitesnake’s Still of the Night video on MTV during the 80’s, here are the pictures that inspired that image. You’re welcome.



Writing a behind the scenes story in the rock genre was so much fun. I come from a musical family. My dad played in a dance band when I was growing up and often left my big brothers in charge when he and Mom were off at an out of town gig. My bros would wait 45 minutes to make sure they were really gone then tell me “put on a pretty dress, we’re going to the beach.” Back then, you could take kids into bars and a cute little 6 year old in a dress was better bait than a puppy for getting phone numbers. My formative years were spent sitting on wooden stools in dirt floor clubs and back alley bars, grooving to the likes of The Drifters, The Tams, The Beatles and Rolling Stones –during the 80’s, my driver’s license photo had to be zoomed out to capture the fabulous spiral perm that fell to my waist. (In retrospect, I quite resembled a sprig of broccoli)


Naturally, I’ve always had a soft spot for musicians. On a personal note, the gentleman I hang with was the model for a member of Horizon, James Kelly’s band…but I won’t say which one *snaps gum*.


Gypsy Ribbon’s heroine is Beth Vargo, and she has had no experience whatsoever with alpha male Irish musicians, especially ones that are as focused as James on getting what he wants…


…Pressing her down into the downy mattress, his tongue traced the edge of her ear, drawing a soft moan in answer. “I’m not going anywhere, sweet,” he said firmly, giving her neck a gentle nip just below the earlobe. His hand slowly caressed the curve of her waist and hips, tugging at the t-shirt she had tucked into her jeans. He trailed kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone and just as the ability for coherent thought was leaving her, Beth managed to squeak out one word. “Window.”

“Mmm?” James murmured, his breath warm on her chest.

“Window,” she breathed again, pointing behind him. He glanced back over his shoulder at the open-mouthed crowd gathering on the sidewalk, blinking at them through the showroom window like a parliament of scandalized owls. A nearby throat cleared loudly, and James looked around to see the bland faced furniture salesman standing next to the bed looking at everything but them…

 *Giveaway* I’m delighted to offer an ecopy of The Gypsy Ribbon: Suit of Wands to one lucky commenter! Go raibh míle maith agat, adh mor ort (that’s Irish for thanks very much and good luck!) See ya next time! Comment to enter. Contest ends 6/26/2014 at 11:59PM EDT.

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Author: emilycale

Erotic romance writer. Runs on caffeine and wine. Don't feed after midnight.

3 thoughts on “The Gypsy Ribbon by Shannon MacLeod

  1. Whitesnake! Wow, that brings back some memories. Lol! Thanks so much for hanging out with us today, Shannon!

  2. It’s sounds very hot and erotic.

  3. It’s a pleasure to be here, thank you so much for having me – and yes, Whitesnake does bring back a memory or two…I listened to lots of Def Leppard, Winger, Bon Jovi, Motley Crue and Whitesnake while writing this.

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