Interview with the Author:
Tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a family-oriented nomad currently living on a rock in the Caribbean. I love chocolate, coffee, my kids, my husband, and my dogs (not necessarily in that order). I’ve been writing stories in my head for longer than I can remember, and I’ve never been happier that I can get those stories out into the world.
What draws you to write historical romance?
I love the sweeping romance in historicals, but I don’t like to bogged down in the historical details (such as politics, religious issues, etc). Personally, I prefer character-driven historical romances, and I also love contemporary stories, so I found myself reading books that blended the two – time-travel! I read as many as I could get my hands on, and eventually realized that I had ones in my head that were all my own, so I started writing and haven’t stopped.
What was the inspiration for the Mists of Fate series?
One one of my solo trips to Ireland, I touched the stones at the Hill of Tara. Then, on that same trip, I entered Newgrange and experienced a replication of the solstice. The incredible inspiration that came from that trip had me writing for days with very few breaks (this was before kids). It’s carried me through the years, and every time I look at my photos and journal from that trip, I am right back there, hands on the stones, standing in the beam of sunlight, and transported to an new level of excitement for these books.
What do you like most about your hero Aidan MacWilliam?
I like how Aidan changes from the first book, where we meet him as an eager 20-something, looking for battle and glory and ways to goad his too-serious brother. In An Enchanted Spring, he’s a lot more jaded. He’s not quite into the deep hole of depression, but he’s quickly headed there, and the only thing that can bring him back to life is (of course!) the love of a good woman. His layers are deep and he’s got to figure them out before he becomes the man he’s meant to be.
What’s next for you?
Next up is Once Upon a Summer Night, which is Colin O’Rourke’s story. He’s taken over Brianagh’s (The Winter Laird) matchmaking business, and he wants to take it overseas. Unfortunately, a meddling gossip columnist’s article threatens to shut him down before he even gets started. She agrees to retract the article if he can successfully match her niece – a slightly accident-prone bookshop owner who, after a bad experience with an aristocrat and the papprazzi, is perfectly content to remain single for all her days. Colin agrees, but he doesn’t expect her niece to be the same woman who captured his heart once upon a summer night…
He stopped directly in front of her, his body inches from hers, and slowly leaned in. Emma’s breath hitched, and her body went on full alert, her senses hyperaware of him. His clean scent filled her nose, and his nearness made her knees turn to jelly. When her eyes locked on his clean-shaven face, it took every fiber of her being not to rise up on her toes and run her tongue along his jawline.
His eyes met hers, and she saw it—raw hunger. As he raised his hand slowly, she parted her lips, hoping for a second taste of Aidan MacWilliam.
The sound of something rustling above her head forced her to look up.
Aidan brought a bag of coffee down to the counter and trapped her between his arms.
She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move.
They stood like that for a long moment before he shook his head a little, as if questioning his sanity, before he placed his hand on her jaw, tugged it open, and melded his firm lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered closed of their own accord, and she was suddenly enveloped in his arms, his hand stroking her neck. He cradled her head and flicked his tongue to hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought them up to his neck, as he kissed her gently, carefully, as though she would break.
She sighed softly and leaned into him, and he growled into her mouth. Aidan kept one hand in her hair, his fingers gentle, and pressed his other hand into the small of her back, bringing her body flush with his. He deepened the kiss, devouring her in the best of ways. Emma felt cherished, branded, and hot all over.
She pressed into him harder, and he slid his hand up her spine, sending chills throughout her overheated body. She ran her fingers through his hair, surprised at its softness. He drew her attention away from wandering thoughts, though, when, without breaking the kiss, he grasped her waist and lifted her onto the counter. He angled her head and kissed her as though his life depended on it.
She lost all coherent thought.
His hands were on her back, her shoulders, her hair, her legs. She dragged her hands up his abs, feeling the ridges of muscles and flesh; she wanted to tear his shirt off and kiss him everywhere, all at once.
Dimly, she registered that someone was standing on the other side of the island, and she tried to disengage from Aidan.
“Kitchen’s closed,” Aidan said, his voice rough. He rested his forehead against Emma’s.
“Let me know when it’s open, all right? I need some coffee before I start working,” Colin replied, the grin in his voice unmistakable. A few seconds later, a door opened and closed.
They looked at each other for a moment, breathing hard, and didn’t say anything. Aidan flicked his gaze to her lips, and kissed her hard and deep before pulling away. “I won’t apologize for that.”
More confused than ever, she glared at him. “I don’t know whether to slap you or…or…”
His green gaze locked on her for another moment, and he let out a sudden chuckle. “Christ, Emma, what you reduce me to. Kissing you in my cousin’s kitchen.”
“That felt more like ravishing,” she snapped before she could stop herself. She slid off the counter.
He brought his body against hers once more, and she cursed herself for freezing in place. He leaned down, his mouth on her ear, and ran his tongue along it. “Then you’ve never been properly ravished,” he whispered.