There’s something about Ireland—and particularly Ireland’s history—that really gets to me. I can’t explain why. I can get all riled up about any historical (or present day) violence, prejudice, injustice, etc. – but for some reason, just mention Ireland’s past and there’s a knot in my solar plexus. Always.
Do I have Irish ancestry? Yes, I’m pretty sure I do, so that could explain it, as they say some things are in the blood. But I also have Scots and English ancestors and maybe other nationalities a while back.
So why do I react so strongly to Ireland in particular, I wonder? Was one of my ancestors involved in an Irish uprising 200 years ago? Or was he perhaps an English soldier ruthlessly crushing it, who could never forget what he’d done? Or a desperate woman who betrayed her neighbor?
Regardless of the reason, for a while now I’ve wanted to write a story that deals in some way with Ireland. Since I’m in the middle of writing the Scandalous Kisses series involving a noble family in the north of England, I decided to pair one of my English rakes with an Irish lady – half-Irish, that is, with conflicting loyalties that he’ll never understand.
Writing it didn’t loosen that knot in my solar plexus, but I’m glad I wrote it anyway. I loved Bridget, my part-Irish heroine; and Colin, my English hero, surprised me twice in the writing process. The Rake’s Irish Lady is up for pre-order now and will be out December 30th. I’ll give an ebook of either To Kiss a Rake (Book 1) or The Rake’s Irish Lady (Book 2) to one lucky commenter (winner’s choice).
Tell me, have any of you had a similar experience re your ancestry? Or is there a particular kind of prejudice that upsets you more than any other? I’d love to hear what you have to say.
ONE WILD NIGHT . . .
Widowed and lonely, Bridget O’Shaughnessy Black indulges herself in a night of pleasure.
After all, she’s in disguise. And the baby girl? An unexpected blessing…until an old flame claims the child as his own to force Bridget to marry him.
ONE DETERMINED LADY. . .
Many women pursued Colin Warren, but only one climbed in his bedchamber window. When Bridget does it for the second time, she doesn’t have fun in mind. Colin is unfit to be a parent, and yet he has no choice but to acknowledge the little girl.
RISKING EVERYTHING FOR LOVE
Circumstances force Bridget and Colin together, yet grave differences divide them. Can love bridge the chasm that keeps them apart?
(The above photos were taken in Ulster by Barbara Monajem)