In the infinite vastness of
time—past, present, future, past—love prevails.
Lachlann has to go back to
fourteenth-century Scotland. He can't forsake his family, his son. But when a
beautiful, kind, funny lady buys the house next door, he's never been so drawn
to anyone in his life.
Would she believe his story? After
years of struggling through nightmares and flashbacks, headaches and
illiteracy, dare he ask her to help him return?
Good evening, Lachlann.
Thank you for joining us. Let’s begin with where you are from. The Highlands of Scotland, in the 1300s.
What
did you think the first time you saw Deidre? She looked beautiful and achingly sad.
That’s
lovely. What was your second thought? Her tears woke something
in me, made me aware of something besides my own dark fog of misery.
Was it love at first
sight? Aye, although I didn’t realize
it at the time. But I could never feel
anything else for Deidre. I’ve loved her – and will love her -- forever.
What
do you like most about her? Everything.
How
would you describe her? Smart, funny,
kind. She’s completely beautiful and the best, most essential part of my soul. Deidre
means everything to me.
How
would Deidre describe you? I hope she
would say trustworthy, sexy, and the love of her life.
What
made you choose farming for a career? My
family had been farmers for generations, but that’s not the only reason. Growing
things comes naturally to me. I love it.
What
is your biggest fear? Losing Deidre.
How
do you relax? Working in the kitchen
garden and doing anything with Deidre.
Who
is your favorite fictional character?
I’m not much of a reader. I wasn’t literate when I fell into this century and now,
when I read, it’s mostly journals and articles about farming.
What
is the best piece of advice you ever received? When I was a child, my mother told me that the only
true freedom is inside us. I believe that, but sometimes it’s hard to remember.
The world, in any century, suffers so much chaos. It helps when I recall Deidre’s
insistence to focus on the present moment. Those words of wisdom, from the two
most important women in my life, have often helped me hold it together.
That is
very profound, Lachlann. Thank you for sharing it with us. Now we’d like to
chat with Anastasia.
What
movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Several years ago, Julie Garwood’s romances set in the
Scottish Highlands revived my interest in romance and introduced me to a whole
new genre/subgenre.
Is
there an event in your private life that you were able to bring to this story
and how do you feel it impacted the novel? There is not one specific thing. But loss, well, we’ve all experienced
it in one way or another. It can leave a person feeling completely and utterly
bereft, especially death. At my age, many loved ones have passed away. It does
not get easier, but a sense of timelessness, that the soul is eternal, and
certainly faith, helped me through those losses. I tried to give my characters,
particularly Lachlann, who has lost so much, both empathy and hope.
Tell
us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced
your decision to submit to them? My wonderful
publisher is The Wild Rose Press. I placed in a writing contest and the prize
was to be able to submit my manuscript to them. They accepted! I was thrilled
because I’d heard good things, and I was not disappointed. It’s been a great
experience.
What
book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? Even my “short TBR” is long at the moment – too long to share the list
here. I am behind in my reading! But I have a delicious collection of romances
and cozy mysteries to look forward to.
Lastly, what's up next and
when can we expect to see it on the shelves? Thank you for asking! I’m working on All Shook
Up, the next book in my Tremors Through Time series. I’m not quite sure
when it will be ready, but I hope by this fall and certainly before the end of
this year. A bit late, but oh, so worth it!
Lachlann sauntered across
Deidre’s driveway just as she was locking her front door. She turned toward
him, smiling. He froze. She was wearing a saffron-colored leine, or tunic,
underneath a blue, fitted surcoat. He should have known! She was a woman from his
own time. His heart and head began to pound as he stared at her.
“Lachlann?” Deidre’s
voice reached him, soft and hesitant. “Don’t you like my costume?”
Costume. Of course, it
was a costume. He struggled to regain his voice as his heart rate calmed. “It’s
great,” he managed, giving himself a mental shake. Fool!
“Thank you,” she replied,
her voice still uncertain. She looked at him inquiringly. “I surprised you,
didn’t I? I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. I like to wear something fairly
authentic in case I run into some of my students.”
“You do look authentic.”
He managed a wink. “Bonnie as well.”
She blushed. “You’ve
probably seen lots of costumes like this in Scotland.”
“Not so many, and none in
Texas.”
It was a wonder to him
that he was still standing. Her costume, as she called it, was perfect. She
might have fallen through time like himself. It was an even greater wonder that
he had not yet carried her off to bed. He’d never wanted anyone as he wanted
her.
Now, dressed in such a
familiar manner, she suddenly seemed more tangible than ever. She looked
magnificent, the clothing emphasizing her generous breasts and hips, her deep
red tresses flowing freely down her back.
His mouth went dry as he
wondered how he might persuade her to dress like this more often.
Their eyes met. To hell
with time.
He stepped toward her.
To
learn more about Anastasia Abboud, go to:
Author links: Website Amazon Twitter Instagram Goodreads
To purchase Tremors Through Time, go to: Amazon B&N
