Each day holds the possibility of Romance and Adventure
The description of how the sun breaks through the trees in the morning or the rows of leather tomes that line the shelves in a Victorian library or the flow of a evening gown at a regal Ball have always stirred my imagination.
I love reading historical romances where the hero turns out to be Lord of the castle in tight breeches, waistcoat and pressed ascot. Who doesn't like a strapping Scotsman in a colorful kilt standing in a field of Heather, a broadsword strapped to his side. And my favorite is a pirate in tall boots, his shirt open and the ocean breeze blowing through his long, thick hair.
I was hooked on historical romances after reading my first Johanna Lindsay novel. So, now that I have written a few novels and a couple of short stories, I'm going to try my hand at writing a historical novel.
The working title is, Faceless Angel. It takes place in the highlands of Scotland in the year 1690. Laird Cameron MacCormac lost his true love and his son during childbirth. His heart turned to stone and he and his men turned into hired killers. Another Laird offers his youngest daughter in exchange for MacCormac's alliance and protection. When MacCormac is seriously injured and is expected to die, his prospective wife is sent for.
Fearing for her younger sister's well being, and without her father's knowledge, Adriana takes her sister's place. When MacCormac recovers, Adriana fears that he will find out that he is now married to her and she isn't the beauty he was promised. She hides amongst the household staff, going to him at night in hopes of becoming pregnant. If she gets pregnant with his heir before he learns the truth, he might let her live and raise the child. But best laid plans have a way of making up their own minds and after several months, Adriana fears now that MacCormac is healed, he will discover her lies and flees the castle.
When Laird Cameron MacCormac learns that the woman he has fallen in love with is gone, he proceeds to tear the castle apart. His men who have gone behind his back, now fear for their lives.
I hope to have this novel finished by spring.
L. F. Nies