Now then Madelyn is very into gypsies.
I have no idea if Madelyn has any. Caravans or hamsters living in them. The world does not all revolve around hamsters.
So, without more hamstah ado, I am going to hand you over to her.
Five Secret Things About
For The Love Of A
(A Gypsy hamstah)
Five Secret Things About
For The Love Of A Gypsy
By Madelyn Hill
Sharing secrets is fun! Here are my top five secrets behind For The Love Of A Gypsy…
#5 Irishman! YAY!
Who can resist an Irish Rogue? Not me! I love looking for inspiration and Pierce Bronson was the perfect mix of a masculine and mischievous that I was looking for in Declan.
#4 An Innocent Heroine
My Gypsy heroine, Martine is an innocent heroine who wants to know more, do more, but has no idea how. When I found this picture, I knew Anne Hathaway was the perfect inspiration. She trains dogs and can spar with her brother, which makes her intelligent as well!
This is something romantic about the nomadic lifestyle of a Gypsy. Once I delved into the research, I found that they are an interesting, noble people.
Ahhh, Ireland. I just can’t tell you how much I love all things Irish. While I’m part Irish, there is something about the country that truly speaks to me. And it helps that the accent is so charming.
For The Love Of A Gypsy was always the working title of this story. That’s how I work, I come up with a title and it truly directs my story. I’ve never changed any of the titles and I hope I’ll never have to!
Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she’d sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a “closet” writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn’t be happier! A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, watching their children’s sporting events, and of course reading!
A rider urged his horse forward. He wore a leather doublet of a quality she’d never seen. The black hide was pierced with metal and thick stitching formed elaborate Celtic designs. Regal and rich. His breeches hugged his thighs so closely ’twas indecent, but that didn’t stop her gaze from venturing along the hard expanse of his legs. Heat crept up her neck and flushed her face like a flame.
He tipped his head in her brother’s direction. Martine gasped.
The stranger from the glen.
“We’ve business,” was all he said.
Rafe nodded, but didn’t twitch a muscle. Martine wanted to run from the confrontation, hide in her grandmother’s berth safe from the bewitching blue eyes of the intruder. But her feet stayed rooted to the ground.
Och, this man was handsome. Strong jaw, brilliant eyes, and a broad mouth composed a man so striking. His face was a composite of hard planes of granite that matched the intense glare of his eyes.
The man sighed and his comrades inched closer to his side. They dressed as he did, except their clothing lacked the obvious quality she could see stitched in the leather of his.
“The villagers are concerned with your presence, Gypsy.”
She could feel the tension in the tight line of her brother’s shoulders, taste the anger in the air that hummed about him and the stranger. His jaw clenched and he remained silent.
“I’ve come to ask you to leave.”
Heather In The Mist – July 2015