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About the author:
She promises her readers two things: no cliffhangers, and always happily ever afters.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m a huge fan of Highlander romances, especially the ones that include a bit of time travel, but they almost always focus on the main male characters. I got to thinking, hey, what would happen if a Scottish maiden made the trip instead? Would she come willingly? How would she perceive the world around her?
Here is a short sample from the book:
It was past noon when Nick finally got the chance to call Isobeille.
He held his breath, counting the four rings until his machine picked up. So far, so good; Isobeille was doing exactly as he told her. It made him worry a little less, in any event.
“Isobeille, it’s Nick. It’s okay to pick up the phone.”
Back at his apartment, Isobeille dutifully removed the handset from the base unit.
“Yes?” she spoke, looking toward the unit.
“Isobeille, you can pick up the handset. It’s Nick.”
“I did. ‘Tis in my hand right now,” she said, yelling a bit. Mayhap you had to talk especially loud into these things to be heard, she reasoned.
A few moments of silence ticked by, then Nick chuckled as he realized what was probably happening. “Isobeille, press the green button on the left of the handset.” She quickly located said button and did as instructed.
“NICK!” she yelled.
Nick held the phone away from his ear and laughed. “You don’t need to yell. Just talk normally and I’ll hear you.”
“Oh, my apologies.”
He was so glad he called; just hearing her voice was already improving his mood. “No problem. My bad – I should have shown you how to use it.” He took modern technology for granted; it was easy to forget that this was all new to her. “Is everything going okay?”
“Oh, aye,” she said, and he could picture her smiling. “I took a verra long shower. I hope ye doona mind. I must say, ‘tis so far my most favorite thing of yer time.” She was quick to add, “Weel, besides ye, of course.”
He grinned, ignoring the little tug in his gut that was becoming as common as the tightness in his groin. “Surely you didn’t spend the entire morning in the shower?”
“Nay,” she said, with a light laugh that made him wish he was there so he could see her eyes sparkling, too. “Yer neighbor stopped by. Did ye know she was of Scottish ancestry?
She invited me over for coffee. Can I go?”
The idea made him a little nervous; he was feeling quite protective of Isobeille, but she sounded so excited that he didn’t have the heart to say no. Besides, Mrs. Anderson was a really sweet lady. Isobeille would be safe with her.
“No, I didn’t know that. Of course you can go over to her place for coffee. Just… be careful. Mrs. Anderson is a nice lady, but she’s a woman and a mother, which means she’s nosy by nature and will probably ask you lots of questions.” Like where she came from and how she met Nick. “Best to keep to our little story, I think.”
“Doona fash. I ken how te keep a wee secret or twa, aye?”
The silly-assed grin was still on his face several minutes after he disconnected the call. He loved the way she talked to him, the things that she said. Four hours left in his shift, and he was already anxious to get home. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but then, he usually didn’t have much to go home to, either.
“Isobeille is still at your place, I take it?” Carlos guessed when Nick rejoined him in the truck to head out for their next call. Nick had been edgy all morning, but after one mysterious phone call he was grinning like an idiot. It wasn’t exactly rocket science. There was only one thing that could adjust a man’s attitude that quickly, and in Nick’s case, it came in the form of a curvy little redhead with big green eyes and a smile that could light up the city at night.
“Yeah.” That one word and the smile that went with it said it all.
Carlos grinned. He knew it. He just wondered when Nick would figure it out.