When I finally decided I should try my hand at writing, I threw caution to the wind. I had to believe in myself and my passion. I'd tried writing many times in the past and something had always gotten in the way. This time I wouldn't let anything stop me. Would I be successful? If I said it didn't matter to me, I'd be lying, but my main goal was to write an entire book from start to finish. I wasn't doing it for anyone else. I was doing it for me and so I tempered my expectations and had fun with it. I let my characters speak to me and through them I learned that they too had to believe. Sometimes that belief takes time and a lot of stumbles along the way, but I truly believe that if you put one foot in front of the other and keep heading towards your goal, it can be achieved. That's exactly what I did and now 21 books later, I'm happy that I took that first step and more importantly that I believed I could.
Braeden MacDonald believes he’s died and gone to a place his very wise Grannie called ‘the meadows.’ In fact, he’s actually been transported through time to present day Las Vegas, Nevada and the Grand Opening of The Albannach Hotel, where the strange sights and sounds have him wondering - has he arrived in heaven… or hell? Tessa McTavish doesn’t believe she needs a bodyguard following her around day and night, but her father has insisted and abiding by his wishes she finds herself both intrigued and irritated by the tall, dark and handsome Scotsman her father has hired to do the job. Dueling Las Vegas sorcerers, a charmed pocket watch and magick spells will either destroy the Albannach and the McTavish name, or save it, but only time and Braeden MacDonald will tell.
Over the years I have visited Las Vegas almost annually. On more than one of those visits I wondered what someone from another time might think if they found themselves on the Las Vegas strip. Eventually that thought involved a Highlander. What would he think of The Excalibur hotel? Would he think it was a threat? And what about the heat and the throngs of people? The thoughts percolated through my mind over the course of a few more visits and then finally, after a series of strange events happened on one of those trips, a story came to mind and I wrote A Highlander In Vegas.
Danielle York has fallen through time and into the arms of pirate captain, Jameson Mackall. Mistaking the ship and crew who rescue her as just part of a totally authentic pirate party cruise, she’s in for a shock when she realizes where and when she actually is. With no idea how she got there or how to get home, Danielle must trust in the people of the time, but should she trust a pirate? Jameson Mackall proves to her again and again that he will help her navigate the murky waters of the century she finds herself in. He wants Danielle to stay, but understands her need to leave. If she’s able to go home, time and distance will destroy the bond that has grown between them. If she stays, she must answer one question. Is the pirate life for her?
This past year and a half has been difficult and my creativity suffered greatly during that time. I wasn't sure I'd ever get it back, but the one thing I've come to understand about being creative is that it is a need and it must be filled. The longer I went without writing, the worse I felt. It took some time, but I eventually found my inspiration again. It was nestled into all of the notes I've taken, all of the story ideas I've jotted down, and most importantly it came from my readers who have always been supportive and encouraging. I didn't want to disappoint them and so I sat down and wrote. It wasn't long before the creativity was back totally immersing me in eighteenth century Bermuda.
Time travel and the Bermuda Triangle seem like a match made in heaven. That was my thought when I started writing Green Sky At Night. When Danielle falls overboard she has no idea whether she'll be rescued or not, but she's a brave young woman who puts all her problem solving skills to work in order to stay afloat for as long as possible. I'm not sure I'd survive the open ocean or my fear of sharks.
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