Lindsay: “Thanks for being on the blog, Shaun Bell! Glad to have you
on board. Let’s begin, shall we?”
Shaun: “Sure, but ya got til them there doors open for
business. I've got a bar to run, so I do!” Shaun ushers Lindsay to sit at his
bar. He pours her a Sweet Irish Kiss and waits for her reaction. “Well, what do
you think?”
Lindsay's face puckers with the rush of alcohol. “Where are you from? Have you always wanted to be
behind a bar?”
Shaun: “Sure, I come from a long line of brewers and pub
owners in Belfast. Me family moved here and brought this here bar twenty years
ago. My Da passed the license for the place onto me five years ago as a wedding
present, just before he moved back to Belfast a few years back. Ha, bet he is
glad he didn't just hand the place over as he suggested, because me ex wife
would have had claims to the place, otherwise. No doubt she'd have tried
dipping her hands in the money pot. But ya can leave that part out of the
interview. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me.” Shaun wipes down the bar and
checks his watch, seemingly antsy to get the interview done with. “Especially
when I'm nervous, and I don't mind admitting I'm nervous about my first date
with Rachel.”
Lindsay smiles. “How did you meet Rachel?”
Shaun fidgets in his seat and looks away. “The lass I'm
going on a date with tomorrow night? Don't ya laugh now, but I've not met her
yet. All I know is her name and that she is really creative, works somewhere in
London as a window dresser. Madame Eve, that's the woman who runs the
match-making site I used, assures me she is perfect for me and I've heard she
rarely if ever gets her matching wrong."
Lindsay: “Why would a stud like you use a match-making site?”
Shaun: “I've barely got time to breath these days, let alone
find someone 'nice' I can date. Me ex wife was a shocker, running off with the
iron-monger from down the street...with half me life savings. Not sure I want
that ta happen again, but I do want to settled down and find someone to love.
And I'm useless around women, never tell the gooden's from the badden's."
Lindsay pauses to interpret gooden's and badden's. “How do you get on with Devlin Kinney, your
full-time barman? Is he single, still?”
Shaun: “I've no problem with Devlin, just wish he'd watch
his crude mouth from time to time, so I do. The times he's got me in trouble
with his crass talk. Yes, he's still single. Bit of a ladies man...and the
bugger gets all the hot women. Needless to say, he can't hold on to them.
Honestly, I hope he finds a good woman to keep him in check soon.” Shaun checks
his watch. “Almost time for opening, any last questions before I let in the
punters?”
Lindsay: “What’s your favorite animal?”
Shaun: “What blog did ya say this was for again?”
Lindsay: I run a blog for readers with voracious appetites.
Shaun: “So...lots of ladies who read romance are going to be
reading this? I wonder if me da will see it? Will ya be sure to post the url to
Bell's Irish Pub at the end of the interview? Ya know, just in case? He'll be
ever so proud so see his pub getting attention.”
Lindsay: “ Sure. So, what's your favorite food?”
Shaun: “Pint of Beamish and a packet of Cheese and Onion
Crisps. I'm pretty useless in the kitchen, but put me behind the bar and ya see
my true worth!”
Lindsay: “Type of music?”
Shaun: “Nothing better than live music night in me pub, has
me jiggin behind the bar. And I've got tickets to see Mumford & Sons next
week. Those lads are entertaining, and it is great to see them making a success
of it all. Maybe if me date goes well with Rachel, she can come along and get a
taste of me..erm I mean of what I like. If not, I'll take Devlin. Sandra can
take care of the bar for me. She's a cracker, like a mum to me. Says she's just
a part-timer, but she's more or less here all the time.”
Lindsay: “Authors?”
Sweet Irish Kiss:
Ingredients for a perfect Irish Kiss; Baileys,
Kahula, and whipped cream. For a Sweet Irish Kiss...just add Shaun Bell, a
divorced workaholic bar-owner in Soho, London. Line up ladies. He's ready to
love again.
Rachel Taylor was damaged by Daddy Dearest's
play-away from home attitude. She wants to put her best foot forward. Only
problem is, she stumbles backward each time she tries.
JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned
Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the
world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband,
two children and a lazy cat. When they aren't demanding her attention, she can
most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite
in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on
social networking sites. www.joannekenrick.com
4 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting Mr. Bell on your blog today, Lindsay...he asked me to stop by and apologize for the short amount of time he had to spare for your interview, and he wanted to invite you to drop by the bar anytime for a drink. In his language, that means stop by for a free drink anytime! But you may just bump into the lady killer, Devlin...that one is trouble, I tell ya!
A great interview with Shaun Bell! Once again, I can hear him talking and feel the atmosphere of the bar, even when no one is in it yet. Sweet Irish Kisses is a wonderful story. Congrat JoAnne!! :)
Character interviews are always my fave! Nice one, ladies!
Thanks for hosting JoAnne today. I love character interviews.
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