January 27, 2015
I’ve always said that writing a sex scene was easy; writing a love scene is hard.
In In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams they were incredibly easy. I think it’s because I knew Lennox and Glynis belonged together. When the couple is “right” everything fits, if you’ll excuse that word.
I also have always thought that love scenes were the perfect vehicle for revealing the inner turmoil and vulnerabilities of characters. I mean, what greater time then when two people are naked, right? I think the true nature of people shines through, along with their caring and concern for others.
When Glynis first returns to Glasgow, it was as a damaged and broken person. No one realized that, of course, because she had become very good at being a diplomat. She learned how to smile in the right way, laugh at the right time, compliment, and chatter on about the most inane subjects. Only with Lennox was she the real person she was underneath and even that exposure took some time. The longer she was home, the more herself she became, not the proper attache’s wife, but the impulsive girl who laughed often, said what she thought, and believed in rainbows and knights of old.
At the end of In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams, she had transformed into a different person, a woman with faith in the future, one who believed in the power of love and, most of all, Lennox.