I mentioned, on the A Scotsman in Love page, that I rarely begin a book because of a place. Normally, the characters come first, and then everything else gets added. Glengarrow, in A Scotsman in Love, came first. So did Gilmuir.
When I first “saw” Gilmuir, it was a ruined archway that I found among some salvaged pictures of Scotland. My imagination immediately furnished the rest of the structure, and Gilmuir was born. Such a magnificent castle demanded a hero worthy of it. No, a family worthy of it, and thus the MacRaes came into being.
Readers write and ask me if any of the other characters will ever get their own book or story. At the present time, there are no plans, but things always change in my world.