



I can still remember the look of abject horror on my mom’s Catholic-girl-face when I asked her what a virgin was. Some, like Sidney Sheldon’s The Other Side of Midnight, probably weren’t the most appropriate choice for a pre-adolescent-although they were definitely illuminating. Once I cleared off my bookshelf, I started swiping books from my mom. I started with the usual fare: The Little House on the Prairie series, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Watership Down, Nancy Drew, and everything by Judy Blume. Growing up in California there was always plenty to do outside, but all too often I could be found inside curled up with a book (or two or three). Like most writers, I’ve always loved to read. What do you get when you mix a legal career, a baseball career, motherhood, and a love of history with a voracious reader? In my case, a Historical Romance Author. Heartbroken and humiliated, Joanna is left alone with a secret that may destroy them both. His marriage-like everything else-will be a means of bettering his clan.

But when James returns to Douglas to force the English garrison from his castle, Joanna learns that their love is nothing against his ambition. Yet even as James’s ruthless reputation grows, and despite the warnings of others to guard her heart-and her virtue-against him, Joanna never dreams he will turn on her. That she is “only” the daughter of the marshal of Douglas Castle has never concerned her. Joanna Dicson has loved James Douglas for as long as she can remember. Not even the lass who captured his heart in childhood and still holds it in her delicate hands. The ambitious young knight, whose dark visage, powerful stature, and ferocity in battle has earned him the epitaph “the Black,” knows he must use fear, force, and intimidation to defeat the English, put Robert the Bruce on Scotland’s throne, and restore the honor of the Douglas name. Stripped of his lands by the English king who killed his father, James Douglas will do whatever it takes to see his clan’s honor and fortune restored.
