I was having a conversation with a friend who was concerned about me. She thought I was in the doldrums. I wasn’t, but the more I thought about it, the more I considered the new book. It’s intensely romantic, but it’s also VERY emotional and it just drains me. I wonder if I show signs of that? I never thought about it until now.
I withdraw – a side effect of being so involved in another world. You’ll note that I don’t answer my email until the weekend. I’m hardly on Twitter or Facebook. I’m IN the book. I don’t have energy for anything else.
In this book the hero was known as the Rake of London, and was one of those idiot young men who left England to fight in the Civil War. War changed him drastically. In addition, he returns home blinded. Everything about his life is upended. The heroine is a junior Auntie Mame type who doesn’t want to scandalize society as much as she just doesn’t give a flying farthing about it. At first she feels nothing but disgust for the Rake, especially since he’s seemed to have lost her younger brother.
They both have some life lessons to learn. He has to come to grips with what happened to him and she has to begin to understand the power of love. Plus, she thinks she knows everything worth knowing only to be taught that she doesn’t know much at all. He thought his life was over only for her to reveal that the best of his life is to come.
The good news, though, is that the hero and the heroine do find their happy ever after – and more.
But they have to go through some hell to get there.
I loved the first book in the trilogy (In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams) but this one, for some reason, is really digging its claws into me. I’m almost finished with it, and I can already tell that I’m not going to want to say goodbye.
I guess I’m definitely affected by what I write and, sometimes, it’s hard to shake it off.