One is his first love. The other is his best love. Which will be Walter's true love? Walter Scott has three passions: Scotland, poetry, and Mina Stuart. Though Mina is young and they are from different stations in society, Walter is certain their love is meant to be. For years, he has courted her through love letters. She is the sunshine of his soul. Though Mina shares Walter's love of literature and passionate temperament, it's hard for her to know if she truly loves him or if she has only been dazzled by his flattery. When she meets the handsome and charming William Forbes, her heart is challenged. Who will she choose? But as every poet knows, "The course of true love never did run smooth," and on a windy morning in the lake country, Walter meets Charlotte. At twenty-six, Charlotte Carpenter believes she will never find love. After all, she is a Catholic-born Frenchwoman living in London with a family history shadowed by scandal. Though quiet, practical, and determined to live a life of independence, her heart longs for someone to love her and a place to call home. Passion and promises collide as Walter, Mina, and Charlotte must each decide the course for their futures. What are they each willing to risk to find love and be loved in return?
About the Author
Josi S. Kilpack is the author of twenty-five novels-including the twelve-book Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mystery series-one cookbook, and has been part of several coauthored projects and anthologies. She and her husband, Lee, are the parents of four children.
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Edinburgh, Scotland November 1795 Walter did not try to hide the fact that he watched the door with abject attention. Mina-his muse and his future-would be entering at any moment, and he was determined to be the first set of eyes she saw. Her family always came to Edinburgh for the winter and though she had been in the city for almost a week, Walter had not yet seen her. "She might not be comin'," William Clerk said from Walter's side. "And yer leg's gunna give oot if you stand here like an oak tree much longer." "See, this is why you have not formed an attachment of your own, William," Walter said, speaking with the tone of a tired teacher. "You have no mind for romance nor have you any understanding of the fairer sex." He sighed dramatically and added a bit more flower to his words for effect. "Mina has been away for nearly six months during which time she and I have only grown more attached to one another." He put a hand to his chest in a false display of humility. "With all that time apart-save for letters and poetry-she is apt to wonder at my devotion and be anxious about whether or not she can trust the mere words on a page that have sustained us for so long. When she walks in that door I want her to see the way she fills me with the pure sunshine we have not seen in the city for weeks. Then she will know that my heart beats only for her, that I have counted the days to this meeting since last we set sight of one another, and that the passion of my heart has been in no wise dimmed by the distance between us." William rolled his eyes. "I'm gunna get me another drink."