So, I have a thing for Scots: probably because when I was growing up my mom’s bookcase was stuffed with every Highland romance she could get her hands on. Although Trainspotting proves that not every Scot is a HILF (Highlander I’d Like to…), there’s always been something massively appealing about the genre. Less appealing? The fact that the heroines generally never go beyond “pale” in the foundation section of their keep’s apothecary. When I read about the court of King James IV and The Tournament of the Wild Knight and the Black Lady, I thought it would be an awesome setting for a romance. That idea eventually became:
“There she is!” an excited voice called out across the crowded tourney grounds. “Agnes Moor!”
Ah, so it’s Moor today, Agnes thought with a twinge of resentment. That was what they called her when they were feeling good-natured. It was Agnes Black when they wanted to stress that she wasn’t one of them, as if her umber skin and cap of short, tight curls weren’t reminder enough…
Agnes Moor knows her place in the court of King James IV—as one of the “exotics” in his employ. When the king makes a kiss from Agnes the prize of a tourney, a mysterious knight plows through his opponents to claim it. But it isn’t chance. The Wild Knight has come for her, and her champion is after after the most elusive prize of all: her heart.
The story should be available in the next week or so. I’ll keep you updated!