Where Evil Waits (34 page)

The plot of THE WARRIOR’S BRIDE, set in the fourteenth-century Scottish Highlands near Loch Lomond, grew from a law pertaining to abduction that must have seemed logical to its ancient Celtic lawmakers.
I have little doubt that they intended that law to protect women.

However, I grew up in a family descended from a long line of lawyers, including my father, my grandfather, and two of the latter’s great-grandfathers, one of whom was the first Supreme Court justice for the state of Arkansas (an arrangement made by his brother, the first senator from Missouri, who also named Arkansas—so just a little nepotism there). My brother is a judge. His son and one of our cousins are defense attorneys. So, as you might imagine, laws and the history of law have stirred many a dinner-table conversation throughout my life.

When I was young, I spent countless summer hours traveling with my paternal grandmother and grandfather in their car, listening to him tell stories as he drove. Once, when I pointed out brown cows on a hillside, he said, “Well, they’re brown on this side, anyhow.”

That was my first lesson in looking at both sides of any argument, and it has served me well in my profession. This is by no means the first time I’ve met a law that sowed the seeds for an entire book.

Women, as we all know, are unpredictable creatures who have often taken matters into their own hands in ways of which men—especially in olden times—have disapproved. Thanks to our unpredictability, many laws that men have made to “protect” us have had the opposite effect.

The heroine of THE WARRIOR’S BRIDE is the lady Muriella MacFarlan, whose father, Andrew, is the rightful chief of Clan Farlan. A traitorous cousin has usurped Andrew’s chiefdom and murdered his sons, so Andrew means to win his chiefdom back by marrying his daughters to warriors from powerful clans, who will help him.

Muriella, however, intends
never
to marry. I based her character on Clotho, youngest of the three Fates and the one who is responsible for spinning the thread of life. So Murie is a spinner of threads, yarns… and stories.

Blessed with a flawless memory, Muriella aspires to be a
seanachie
, responsible for passing the tales of Highland folklore and history on to future generations. She has already developed a reputation for her storytelling and takes that responsibility seriously.

She seeks truth in her tales of historical events. However, in her personal life, Murie enjoys a more flexible notion of truth. She doesn’t lie, exactly. She spins.

Enter blunt-spoken warrior Robert MacAulay, a man of honor with a clear sense of honor, duty, and truth. Rob also has a vision that, at least for the near future, does not include marriage. Nor does he approve of truth-spinning.

Consequently, sparks fly between the two of them even
before
Murie runs afoul of the crazy law. I think you will enjoy THE WARRIOR’S BRIDE.

Meantime,
Suas Alba!

Ever wonder what’s like to be God of the Sun, Ruler of the House of Gods, and the only deity against procreation with humans (an act against nature)?

Nah. Me neither. I want to know what it’s like to be his girlfriend. After all, how many guys house the power of the sun inside their seven-foot frames? And that hair. Long thick ribbons of sun-streaked caramel. And those muscles. Not an ounce of fat to be found on that insanely ripped body. As for the… eh-hem, the
performance
part, well, I’d like to know all about that, too.

Actually, so would Penelope. Especially after spending the evening with him, sipping champagne in his hotel room, and then waking up buck naked. Yes. In his bed. And yes, he’s naked, too. Yeah, she’d love to remember what happened. He wouldn’t mind, either.

But it seems that the only one who might know anything is Cimil, Goddess of the Underworld, instigator of all things naughty, and she’s nowhere to be found. I guess Kinich and Penelope will have to figure this out for themselves. So what will be the consequence of breaking these “rules” of nature Kinich fears so much? Perhaps the price will be Penelope’s life. But perhaps, just maybe, the price will be his…

I knew how Brendan and Paige were going to meet from the very start. It was the first scene that played out in my mind. Paige was going to be having a very bad day on top of a very bad couple of months. Her Jeep breaks down in the middle of nowhere Florida, during a sweltering day, and she was to call someone for help. It’s when she’s at her lowest that she meets the love of her life; she just doesn’t know it at the time. As for Brendan, he isn’t expecting anyone like Paige to come along. Not now, not ever. But he knows pretty quickly that he has feelings for her, and that they’re serious feelings.

Paige can be a little sassy, and Brendan can be a little cocky, so during their first encounter sparks are flying all over the place. Things start to get hot quickly, and it has very little to do with summer in the South (which is hot and miserable, I can tell you from over twenty years of experience). But at the end of the day, and no matter the confrontation, Brendan is Paige’s white knight. He comes to her rescue in more ways than one.

The inspiration behind Brendan is a very laid-back Southern guy. He’s easygoing (for the most part) and charming. He hasn’t been one for long-term serious relationships, but when it comes to Paige he jumps right on in. There’s just something about a guy who knows exactly what he wants, who meets the girl and doesn’t hesitate. Yeah, it makes me swoon more than just a little. I hoped
that readers would appreciate that aspect of him. The diving in headfirst and not looking back, and Brendan doesn’t look back.

As for Paige, she’s dealing with a lot and is more than a little scared about getting involved with another guy. Her wounds are too fresh and deep from her recent heartbreak. Brendan knows all about pain and suffering. Instead of turning his back on her, he steps up to the plate. He helps Paige heal, helps her get a job and friends, helps her find a place in the little town of Mirabelle. It just so happens that her place is right next to his.

So yes, Brendan is this big, tough, alpha man who comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress. But Paige isn’t exactly a weak little thing. No, she’s pretty strong herself. It’s part of that strength that Brendan is so drawn to. He loves her passion and how fierce she is. But really, he just loves her.

I’m a fan of the happily ever after. Always have been, always will be. I love my characters; they’re part of me. They might exist in black and white on the page, but to me they’re real. At the end of the day, I just want them to be happy.