An Interview with the Duchess of Harcourt

[ File # csp6407646, License # 2835035 ] Licensed through in accordance with the End User License Agreement ( (c) Can Stock Photo Inc. / konradbak

Today, we have Her Grace, Alexandra, the Duchess of Harcourt, sharing her fascinating journey from a Highland gypsy to a British peeress.


CC: Welcome, You Grace. I confess. I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never had the privilege of taking tea with a duchess. Please, have a seat. Milk or sugar in your tea?


I make a shooing motion.


Just push the dachshunds aside, but do watch your biscuits. They’ll snatch them right off your plates, the little fiends.


ADH: Thank you. It’s lovely to be here, and don’t worry about the dogs. I quite like animals. I take my tea with milk and two lumps of sugar.


CC: Please tell us a little about yourself, and how you meet his grace, the Duke of Harcourt.  I hear it’s quite an amusing tale.


ADH: Chuckling. He helped rescue me from a band of rogue Scots holding me prisoner. I confess. Our first meeting was awful. I gave him a black eye when he stole a kiss.


He’s lucky I didn’t stick him with my dagger. I was raised as a Scottish Highland Traveller, a gypsy, and I know how to wield a blade. My gypsy name is Tasara Faas, and I lived with the travellers, also called black tinkers, for eighteen years.


CC: How fascinating. But you weren’t a traveller, were you? Was it a shock to discover you were a long-lost heiress? Tell us a little about that.


ADH: Chewing a bite of shortbread, she nods.


Yes. Right after my husband helped rescue me, I learned I wasn’t a traveller at all, but Alexandra Atterberry, an heiress in line for a barony.


The transition from living in a tent and bathing in streams to having a fortune at my disposal was a bit overwhelming.

[ File # csp4259062, License # 2915672 ] Licensed through in accordance with the End User License Agreement ( (c) Can Stock Photo Inc. / Anke


I don’t much care for Society, you see. Such pretentiousness. I didn’t even know what fork to use at my first formal dinner, but I fell in love with Lucan.


He asked me almost daily to marry him. He’s most stubborn and wouldn’t accept no for an answer.


CC: I gathered that. What is the characteristic that first drew you to him?


ADH: He’s incredibly kind, especially to those others shun.


At first I thought he was a stuffy bore, but when I saw a glimpse of the real man, I was smitten! He has a delightful send of humor too.


Of course, I didn’t tell him.


He was far too cocky and assured I’d fall into his arms just because he held a duchy.


CC: Was there every a time when you thought you wouldn’t be together? That your worlds were too far apart?


ADH: She smiles and pets the two dogs that have snuggled next to her.


Absolutely. I thought we were wholly incompatible. He was accustomed to power and privilege and all the falderal that accompanies someone of his station.


I wanted no part of it. I loved the simplicity of living in the Highlands. Still do.


I was actually preparing to leave England for good when circumstance caused me to realize, I didn’t want a life without him.


CC: What are your plans now?


ADH: As you know, Lucan’s mother is unwell, so we spend the majority of our time at Chattsworth House.


I would dearly love to return to Scotland for an extended visit, but that will have to wait.


She pats her tummy.


I promised Mother Harcourt to wait until after the babe is born.


CC: Congratulations. His grace must be thrilled.


ADH: He is, and just like a man, is already planning activities for his son.


She leans back and grins.


I, on the other hand, am planning to teach our daughter how to use a dagger.


CC: Thank you for visiting today, and I hope the next time, you can persuade the duke to accompany you.


ADH: You are very welcome. If you ever find yourself out our way, please do, call.


Do you know the difference between a Scottish Highland gypsy and other European gypsies? 





Heartbreak and Honor

Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, Book 3


Abducted by a band of renegade Scots, Highland gypsy Tasara Faas doesn’t hesitate to blacken her rescuer’s eye when the charming duke attempts to steal a kiss. Afterward, she learns she’s the long-lost heiress Alexandra Atterberry and is expected to take her place among the elite society she’s always disdained.

Lucan, the Duke of Harcourt, promised his gravely ill mother he’d procure a wife by Christmastide, but intrigued by the feisty lass he saved in Scotland, he finds the haut ton ladies lacking. Spying Alexa at a London ball, he impulsively decides to make the knife-wielding gypsy his bride despite her aversion to him and her determination to return to the Highlands.

The adversary responsible for Alexa’s disappearance as a toddler still covets her fortune and joins forces with Harcourt’s arch nemesis. Amidst a series of suspicious misfortunes, Lucan endeavors to win Alexa’s love and expose the conspirators but only succeeds in reaffirming Alexa’s belief that she is inadequate to become his duchess.

Preorder Here: Amazon


Follow Collette Cameron:


USA Today Bestselling Author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them. Blessed with three spectacular children, fantastic fans, and a compulsive, over-active, and witty Muse who won’t stop whispering new romantic romps in her ear, she still lives in Oregon with her husband and five mini-dachshunds, though she dreams of living in Scotland part-time. Admitting to a quirky sense of humor, Collette enjoys inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic. You'll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

4 Responses

  1. ki pha

    Welcome Duchess! How exciting to have a Scottish gypsy visiting. I’ve never really thought about the difference between a Scottish gypsy and other European gypsies so I don’t know. But I think they’re all travelers of sorts and maybe have fortune tellers and magicians in their camps if it’s not a stereo type.