A Scottish Love began from something I read about Alfred Noble. One thing led to another, as it does, and I envisioned an heir to a gunpowder company. What would happen if he went to war and realized that the product his company produced probably resulted in the deaths of countless men? What if his father was a general? What, too, would happen if the poor guy came back to Scotland after being awarded a baronetcy for courage? Gordon was the first person to show up in mind, but Shona demanded her own time.
I was reading (see, there I go again) about a Scottish castle sold to Americans in the Victorian era. Immediately, there she was. Then, because she just wouldn’t go away (picture her tugging on my sleeve), the tale of their great love began to be unveiled. Then, I realized that the book wasn’t about Gordon or Shona, but about both of them, and how they come from disparate paths to reunite.
Here’s the blurb for A Scottish Love:
Shona Imrie should have agreed to Gordon MacDermond’s proposal of marriage seven years ago—before he went off to war and returned a national hero—but the proud Scottish lass would accept no man’s charity. The dashing soldier would never truly share her love and the passion that left her weak and breathless — or so she believed—so instead she gave herself to another. Now she faces disgrace, poverty, and a life spent alone for her steadfast refusal to follow her heart.
Honored with a baronetcy for his courage under fire, Gordon has everything he could ever want—except for the one thing he most fervently desires: the headstrong beauty he foolishly let slip through his fingers. Conquering Shona’s stubborn pride, however, will prove his most difficult battle—though it is the one for which he is most willing to risk his life, his heart, and his soul.