Which brings me to today. I had an idea, which I gleamed from many other authors, that writing a book to tie in to another book makes sense. So, Love, Hamish is a novella that loosely ties in to The Earl's Treasure. The location, Gretna Green in Scotland, comes up in the larger Regency Historical novel. One character in this book is the sister to another in the bigger story.
I used my years of traveling to and volunteering at Scottish Highland games and festivals to create both stories. Love, Hamish is a sweet historical romance, but be forewarned: The Earl's Treasure is steamy! AND, I took the photo of the Highland bull and made the cover. Art degree at work!
Book Blurb for Love, Hamish
What happens when Daisy, a young Scottish seamstress, meets
a Highlander visiting Gretna Green? Action, turmoil, murderous intentions, and
love. The love for the bull, Hamish, surprises her and intrigues Torin, his
owner and protector. Protecting Torin and Hamish keeps Daisy on her toes while
a less than gentlemanly lord gives them all trouble. Leave it to the huge yet
gentle Hamish to bring Daisy and Torin together. Forever.
Clearing
his throat, he stepped over the threshold. Her workroom was small but bright,
with windows facing the alley to the west. Dust motes danced in the sunlight
streaking in through the open shutters. Night would come soon enough.
He inhaled and
caught the sweetness of…what? A vase filled with autumn-blooming flowers sat on
a shelf also covered with supplies. Balls of yarn and folded yards of lace sat
among sewing needles and a variety of leather laces. When she turned to face
him, he realized crisscrossing leather ties ran down the front of Daisy’s dress.
Untying one simple knot would…
When the ties
reminded him of the stitches running along his left cheek, he fought the urge
to touch the bruised skin. Moira’s salve worked, because he experienced little
pain.
She handed him a
similar strip of leather.
“For yer hair. Tie
it back, so ye doono’ get it stuck in yer wound.”
“How thoughtful.
My thanks,” he said, as he brushed his long hair back and tied it in a queue
with the leather strip. As he did, he noticed bolts of colorful cloth covered
the surfaces of several tables. Partially completed dresses hung in every corner.
A tufted chair and a footstool proclaimed her work station. The chair seemed
comfortable enough. The entire room smelled of wool and flowers.
He stood around
the tiny room and stopped at the open window, where a sudden breeze chilled him.
Or, could his thoughts concerning Lord Gerard be the cause of his unease?
Daisy walked over
and pulled the shutters closed. She tossed a green dress from a small chair
that he hadn’t noticed until now. Sunlight slanted through the shutters,
filling the room with faerie light that softened her face.
“Sit.”
“Aye, lass. Yer
wish is my command.”
Scowling, she
paced back and forth. “I am entangled in a frightening conundrum.”
“A what?”
“A puzzle. A big
problem. I am at a crossroad.”
“If ye trust my
judgement, especially since ye claimed it involved Hamish, please share. Maybe
we can find the solution together.”
“Oh, Torin, I wish
this dinno’ involve ye, but I know what the man said. I overheard Lord Gerard
and his driver talking and the subject was—”
“What, lass?”
“Murder!”
May your day be pleasant and may your pockets always be filled with carrots!
