2005 Historical Romance of the Year Nominee – RT Book Reviews
Till Next We Meet has always posed a problem for me because some readers think it’s incorrect English. Um, it isn’t – and it was the idea of one of the head editors at HarperCollins/Avon. If I had been smart, however, I would have asked for anything other than the “Till” part.
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know where some of my ideas come from – they’re a result of something I’ve read, dreamed, heard about, or one idea simply fuses into another. Such was the case with Till Next We Meet.
I knew I wanted to write a book that featured letters, but then I thought about soldiers at war. Regardless of the time period, men have always gone to war and women have always worried about them. What if a wife falls in love with her husband via his letters, and the moment she realizes that fact, he’s killed? Unknown to her, however, the man who writes to her isn’t the man she married.
Something odd about the book is the hero’s name. Originally, he had a first name, but as a Colonel and then a Duke, he was more often referred to by his surname. Moncrief was so completely himself, and his name so adequately mirrored him that I never once mentioned his first name. I deleted the only mention of his first name in the copy edits. By the way, it’s Adam.
About the title – many readers have written me to tell me that it should be ‘Til or Until. The title originated with an editor I only had for a short while, and she swore that it was right.
I like the cover since it seems to convey Catherine’s longing for her husband.
I love epistolary novels. I hope you can feel Catherine’s longing through her correspondence, and his as well.
Here’s the blurb about Till Next We Meet:
When Adam Moncrief, Colonel of the Highland Scots Fusiliers, agrees to write a letter to Catherine Dunnan, one of his officers’ wives, a forbidden correspondence develops and he soon becomes fascinated with her even though Catherine thinks the letters come from her husband, Harry Dunnan.
Although Adam stops writing after Harry is killed, a year after his last letter he still can’t forget her. Then when he unexpectedly inherits the title of Duke of Lymond, Adam decides the timing is perfect to pay a visit to the now single and available Catherine.
What he finds, however, is not the charming, spunky woman he knew from her letters, but a woman stricken by grief, drugged by laudanum and in fear for her life. In order to protect her, Adam marries Catherine, hoping that despite her seemingly fragile state, he will once again discover the woman with whom he fell in love.