I absolutely love the imagery and the language he uses. My favorite words are mud-luscious and puddle wonderful. They make you think of standing barefoot in a mud puddle, letting the soft brown dirt squish between your toes. So gross and yet so delightful.
Spring also brings my favorite flowers…Lilacs and Hyacinths. It’s not just the clustered purple beauty of these flowers that draws me, it’s their overwhelming fragrance. It makes my heart soar when I pass the garden and catch their sweet scent on the breeze. Here are some pictures from my own garden when I lived in Kentucky a few years ago. I was THRILLED to actually have found a WHITE hyacinth. 🙂 Aren’t they gorgeous?
I’ve also included a few other pictures from my garden for you to enjoy. (Yes, these are my own personal photos.)
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Once upon a time, I was a carefree little girl that was able to do what most people couldn’t…find a four leaf clover.
All I had to do was walk into a field, look down, and pick up a four leaf clover. It baffled most of the people around me. My family always teased me that I was the luckiest girl alive.
I pressed every four leaf clover I found. They were hidden in books all over my mother’s bookcase. She would open a book and a handful of them would flutter to the ground. Alas, most of them did not survive, their brittle leaves crushed with the slightest pressure.
As I grew, my knack for finding these tiny green treasures became a game to me. I would challenge my brother to see who could find one first. He has yet to win that contest. 🙂
One time when I was in college, I was horseback riding through a thick green pasture overlooking the soft valleys in Eastern Pennsylvania. I happened to glance down and saw a four leaf clover burried in the lush grasses. It stood out as if it was standing alone atop a mound of dirt, begging for me to pluck it and add it to my collection. So I did.
All those four leaf clovers and I have yet to win a fantasy vacation or the lottery. I’m still waiting on my book to be turned into a movie. Meeting Tom Hiddleston or Benedict Cumberbatch would be nice too. But the truth is, I’m already the luckiest girl in the world.
I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful children, a family that loves and supports me, friends who encourage and harass me on a daily basis, and a fantastic community of authors and readers who love romance as much as I do. I don’t need a pot of gold to make me happy. I just need to be aware of how lucky I truly am every day of my life.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
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It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for a sexy Scotsman. Is it the kilt? Their strength? Their beautiful homeland?
While all those things are points in their favor, what clinches it for me is their accent. I may be crazy, but there’s nothing sweeter than the sound of a deep Scottish brogue. My addiction began at an early age when I saw Sean Connery in Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade. The love of the accent only grew when I heard Gerard Butler, Ewan McGregor, James McAvoy, and David Tennant. Now I’m hopelessly lost in brogue.
I’ve never been to Scotland. The only time I’ve ever heard the accent was in movies or interviews with actors who hail from Scotland. So yes, I may have romanticized it a bit. Just like I’ve done with the British accent. That blame I lay at the feet of Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch.
Is there something wrong with a proud, red blooded American woman finding those accents irresistible? No.
Everyone who knows me understands this fascination, this obsession I have. They know it’s a part of what makes me unique. They also know that it inspires my writing.
An Irresistible Shadow has a hero who is half Scottish. The second book–I’m working on it now–will also feature a half Scottish hero. There are plans for a third book in which the hero is one hundred percent Scottish Highlander. It seems as though my subconscious refuses to relinquish the allure of Scotland and her handsome sons. So I have to give Scotland some credit. They know how to grow ’em.
My books also feature some very strong Scottish women, who I envy and admire. The scenery sets the perfect backdrop for a story. All in all, it’s no wonder that Scotland inspires me.
I tip my hat to you, Scotland, for bringing inspiration to this American girl and ruining me for any other accent…because yours is the most swoon worthy. Hands down.
Hello Everyone! I am so excited to be participating in a Blog Hop, hosted by the amazing women at The Diva Ladies.
I am offering a give away which will include a free copy of my eBook, An Irresistible Shadow, in any format you’d prefer, as well as a key chain featuring the cover of my novel and a charm bracelet made by me. 🙂