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One very early morning, Allison B. Hanson woke up with a conversation going on in her head. It wasn’t so much a dream as being forced awake by her imagination. Unable to go back to sleep, she gave in, went to the computer, and began writing. Years later it still hasn’t stopped.
Allison lives near Hershey, Pennsylvania. Her contemporary romances include paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery suspense. She enjoys candy immensely, as well as long motorcycle rides, running and reading.
What inspired you to write your book?
Liam had been a side character in another story from my Clan MacKinlay Series. I hadn't planned for him to have his own book, but once I got to know him better, I had to tell his story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Evelyn jumped back from the door when she heard footsteps coming closer. She rushed down the hall and watched from the corner as Liam exited the laird’s study and rested his head against the wall.
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled and stood taller. With a deep breath she could hear from her hiding spot, he turned and left.
Shocked to her core, she hurried to her chamber and shut the door. Liam had asked her father for permission to marry her. From what the laird said he’d done so three times, each time earning a rejection from her father without him even asking her.
In truth, it wasn’t her decision to make. It was a laird’s right to decide for their children without consulting the parties involved. It was the way of things, but that didn’t mean Evelyn had to like it.
She didn’t like it at all. She especially didn’t like the way her father had treated Liam when he’d come all this way to offer for her. The laird had hardly given him a shred of the respect Liam was due.
Liam was a kind man. He’d been wonderfully patient with her when he’d escorted her home, going out of his way to bring a smile to her face. In those days, she didn’t think she’d ever smile again.
Not just because of what had happened, but for what she faced when she arrived home. She didn’t know if her father would take her back or send her away.
Her father was going to marry her off to the Morgan heir at the end of the summer.
Evelyn paced her room a few times, thinking over her options. She didn’t know much about the Morgans, though she’d heard a rumor the laird had killed his wife and she worried they could be monsters like the McCurdys. She didn’t think her father would agree to marry her to such a clan, but he’d changed since she’d returned to him. He’d barely been able to look at her, let alone offer a kind word.
At least with Liam she knew she’d be treated kindly. And the MacKinlay clan had been friendly when she’d been there. She remembered Marian and her husband Cameron who had ended her torment by killing the McCurdys.
The laird’s wife, Kenna, and even the laird himself, had been gracious hosts during her short, traumatic stay.
Another thought flitted through her mind, a dream she hadn’t dared to dream in such a long time. The possibility took her breath away and helped make her decision.
She looked down to see the few things she’d collected from her room to take with her before she’d even finalized her plan. Her heart must’ve decided before her mind had a chance to catch up.
Tossing a few gowns and the only thing she had of value—her mother’s necklace—into a bag, she rushed out of her room. Checking the corridor, she practically ran out of the keep toward the stables. She needed to hurry before Liam left without her.
She’d been waiting for an opportunity to avoid marrying the Morgan heir. It was a pity she couldn’t avoid marriage entirely, but at least she had a choice of husband.
And she chose Liam MacKinlay.