She kept them tucked in her apron pockets and speared in her upswept dark hair, and sometimes-when she needed all her limbs for climbing a tree or vaulting a fence rail-clenched in her teeth.Īnd she wore them down to nubs. In fact, she usually carried two or three. She only knew she could not recall a time she'd been without one. Maddie could not remember the first time she'd held a drawing pencil. This will come as a shock, I fear, but you fell deeply in love with me when we did not cross paths in Brighton. The greatest ninny to ever draw breath in England. And that is that you, my dear delusion, do not exist to read it.īut I run ahead of myself. There is but one consolation in writing this absurd letter.
Lastly, but never least-thank you so much to all my readers. Dare and the entire Dare family (kitties included) for their unending patience and the comforts of the cuddle puddle. To Zoe, Nico, and Bree-thank you for virtual hand-holding and hugs when I needed them. Thank you.īrenna Aubrey, Carey Baldwin, Courtney Milan, and Leigh LaValle are the best friends a writer could hope to have.
Lindsey Faber, you are amazing and brilliant. Because one does not simply write a novel.Īs always, I owe tremendous debts of gratitude to my long-suffering editor, Tessa Woodward her fearless assistant, Elle Keck my fantastic agent, Steve Axelrod publicist extraordinaire Jessie Edwards, and everyone at Avon Books, including but not limited to: Erika Tsang, Pam Spengler-Jaffee, and Tom Egner, who gave this book its beautiful cover. He's wounded, jaded, in possession of her letters. The real Captain Logan MacKenzie arrives on her doorstep-handsome as anything, but not entirely honorable. and by pretending to be devastated when he was (not really) killed in battle, she managed to avoid the pressures of London society entirely.Until years later, when this kilted Highland lover of her imaginings shows up in the flesh. Maddie poured her heart into writing the imaginary Captain MacKenzie letter after letter. One who was handsome and honorable and devoted to her, but conveniently never around. So Maddie did what generations of shy, awkward young ladies have done: she invented a sweetheart.A Scottish sweetheart. She was certain to be a dismal failure on the London marriage mart.
"On the cusp of her first London season, Miss Madeline Gracechurch was shy, pretty, and talented with a drawing pencil, but hopelessly awkward with gentlemen.
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