The Devil of Clan Sinclair
July 30, 2013
Most of my books start with the snippet of an idea that morphs into something else. The Devil of Clan Sinclair began because of something I read about refrigeration. Yep, refrigeration.
Scotland in the 19th century was the breeding ground for hundreds of inventions, things we use in our world today. I find the era – and the people – fascinating.
Macrath Sinclair was one of those fascinating men. He defied his upbringing and was a self-made millionaire. Now that he’d created the empire he wanted, he was intent on beginning his own clan.
That’s where his trouble started.
Here’s the blurb:
To dance with the devil. . .
For Virginia Traylor, Countess of Barrett, marriage was merely the vehicle to buy her father a title. Widowhood, however, brings a host of problems. For her husband deliberately spent the money intended for Virginia and her in-laws, leaving them penniless—unless she produces an heir. Desperate and confused, Virginia embarks on a fateful journey that brings her to the doorstep of the only man she’s ever loved…
He’s known as The Devil, but Macrath Sinclair doesn’t care. He moved to a tiny Scottish village in hopes of continuing his work as an inventor and starting a family of his own. He bought the house; he chose the woman. Unfortunately, Virginia didn’t choose him. Macrath knows he should turn her away now, but she needs him, and he wants her more than ever. Whatever game Virginia’s playing, Macrath intends to win—one wickedly seductive deed at a time . .
