The Courtship of the Glen: The Prequel novella to the series. Caitir is a mysterious wood nymph, and Colin MacLeod is captivated. Who is this woman who defies and entrances him so? One day, Colin will be Laird of Clan MacLeod. But today, he is a hot-headed young man trying to prove himself to his father. Caitir’s young life has mostly focused on her time with her grandmother, learning to make herbals for the village market. Considered a true beauty, she hopes one day to wed so her grandmother can stop worrying about her. A chance encounter and a fight over a rabbit, and Colin is smitten with the dark-haired lass. And when he learns she can temper his brash behavior, and help him become the man, the Laird, he wants to be, Colin will do anything to have her.
To Dance in the Glen: In 1306, Ewan is a man used to defying expectations. A renowned Scottish highland rake, he enjoys life as the oldest son of the Laird, until he meets a young woman in a secluded glen, where her safety is in question.
Meg is a clever and spritely woman who is certain of her place in life until the day the Laird’s son helps rescue her from some rogue Englishmen. Ewan becomes smitten with Meg, falling in love with a woman below his station. She finds herself under Ewan’s protection and they begin a passionate love affair. Along the way when Meg is accused of witchcraft and Ewan’s past entanglements come back to haunt him, their love overcomes the suspicions and obstacles.
Together they upset the status quo and begin a life, one that brings happiness to themselves and those in the clan. However, once they learn of a traitor in their midst, the security of the clan and their family, even themselves, is at risk. Can they rise above to help each other overcome the challenges in their way?
The Lady of the Glen: Elayne MacNally knew one thing for certain: Her reputation as the willful Harpy of the Highlands was well earned. As the spoiled daughter of the successful Laird MacNally, Elayne got whatever she wanted, until the man she thought she would wed rejected her. Dejected and reconsidering her lot in life, her father comes up with an opportunity that could change the course of her life and perhaps her reputation as well.
Declan MacCollough also knew one thing for certain: He did not want to follow in his father’s footsteps as Laird of the reputed “Beast Clan.” Following his father’s death, Declan had a lot of work ahead of him to reclaim any sense of respect for his people. Families had fled; fathers would not permit their daughters to wed into the clan. Declan wanted, more than anything, to recreate his clan into one deserving of service to the King. The first step Declan must take is to find a wife with enough backbone to help him tame his clan, help it grow, and gain back respect. Learning of Elayne and her reputation, Declan offers to wed the lass – an arranged marriage of sorts. With no other choices open to her, Elayne decides that the Laird of the Beast Clan is her best, if only, option.
What happens when she arrives is a strange and passionate meeting of the minds between herself and Declan. Playing on each other’s strengths, they maneuver around those who attempt to prevent the marriage as a play for power.
However, Declan’s past affiliations with the King are not welcome by all, and the challenges to their marriage become the least of their worries. Can Declan and Elayne trust each other enough to face the threats to the MacCollough clan and their very lives?
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Targeted Age Group:: adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always had a passion for Scottish Romances and, as a writer and writing professor, I decided to chase this dream!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I used history to conceive the story — the history of Robert the Bruce of Scotland — and built fictional characters around that core piece of history to reflect what life could have been like during that time.
Apple-green light filtered through a small copse of trees as Colin MacLeod stepped on quiet toes after the rabbit that had scuttled into the bushes. The glen behind him swept out through a heavy moorland and up the small foothills where the seat of Clan MacLeod, and his home, nestled against the rock nearly to the snow that still enclosed the higher mountains. Thistle, bluebells, and moss populated the glen with hues of blues and purples against the green and white moor, and the sound of trickling water at a nearby melting creek made the glen second only to Heaven. No wonder the Highlands were the most prized land in all the world.
The beauty of the glen was lost on the young man as he picked his way over the rock, flowers, and grass, his hazel-green eyes scanning the scrub in front of him. He stopped moving forward, using his ears where his eyes failed him, listening for any scuttling that would tell him where the rabbit hid.
His brothers were far enough away not to disturb his hunt, and for that he was grateful. His younger brothers, while they needed to learn to hunt, were often more of an encumbrance than a help when Colin hunted — in which he meant they were loud. Colin, however, had honed his skills with his father’s tacksman and hunter, Fingall MacLeod. But as the man aged, his brothers were not recipients of the man’s knowledge. As the eldest of the MacLeod sons, it fell to Colin to train his brothers when his father was not able.
They could be tiring though, especially when Colin wanted to actually hunt something. More often than not, his brothers chased away any game, and they came home empty-handed. Colin was craving rabbit for supper and did not want to wait for the Whitsunday celebratory feast. Mistress Annys, the chatelaine, told him if he could bring one home, she would serve rabbit stew for the evening meal. She did not have to ask Colin twice. He grabbed his bow and his worn, leather quiver, abandoned his brothers, and set out to find the closest warren. Spring was becoming well-entrenched, so finding a nice, plump one would not be too difficult.
A rustling in the brush where the throng of bare trees ended alerted him his prey was at hand. Keeping one eye on the brush and focusing his aim to the ground, he moved forward silently to the edge of the flora, his arrow pulled taut.
He stepped through the tree line, expecting the see the rabbit in the crux of the bushes. Instead he found a young woman, mayhap his age and nearly as tall, clutching his dinner to her burgeoning chest. Her impossibly black, blacker than night, hair hung around her shoulders, a wisp of it pulled away from her face that was as white as fresh milk and served as a perfect frame for the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen.
Colin dropped his bow to his side and froze in place, his gaze never leaving the woman. She as well didn’t move, staring right back at him. They stood there for several heartbeats until the rabbit wiggled in her arms and the startling beauty ran off across the shadowy valley on the far side of his father’s land.
Shaking his head to regain his senses, Colin chased after her.
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