I’m delighted today to welcome author Laura Trentham
to Thoughts in Progress to talk about her latest release, A HIGHLANDER WALKS INTO A BAR.
The
timeless romance, soaring passion—and gorgeous men—of Scotland comes to
modern-day America. And the rules of love will never be the same…
Isabel
Buchanan is fiery, funny, and never at a loss for words. But she is struck
speechless when her mother returns from a trip to Scotland with a
six-foot-tall, very handsome souvenir. Izzy’s mother is so infatuated by the
fellow that Izzy has to plan their annual Highland Games all by herself. Well,
not completely by herself. The Highlander’s strapping young nephew has come
looking for his uncle…
Alasdair Blackmoor has never seen a
place as friendly as this small Georgia town—or a girl as brilliant and
beguiling as Izzy. Instead of saving his uncle, who seems to be having a lovely
time, Alasdair decides he’d rather help Izzy with the Highland Games. Show her
how to dance like a Highlander. Drink like a Highlander. And maybe, just maybe,
fall in love with a Highlander. But when the games are over, where do they go
from here?
A HIGHLANDER WALKS INTO A BAR can be purchased HERE.
Join me
now for a Q&A with the author.
What inspired you to write A Highlander Walks into a Bar?
Laura:
It was actually a Buick car commercial from a couple
of years ago where a grandson picks his grandmother up from the airport and she
says saucily, “I did a lot of shopping in Italy.” From behind her luggage steps
an Italian gentleman. Of course, my writer brain kept picturing what happened
after the three of drove off and twisted it into an entire story but had to
make up a town for them to return to!
Another big inspiration is a real-life place: Helen,
Georgia, is a town that has transformed itself into a German village. It’s
picturesque and they celebrate Octoberfest every year. I twisted that concept
and made my little town of Highland, Georgia, into a Scottish village including
an annual Highland Games that the Buchanan ladies put on every summer which is
an important aspect of the book.
Introduce us to your main characters!
Laura:
Isabel Buchanan is the daughter who picks her mother
up from the airport only to be surprised by the appearance of Gareth Blackmoor,
who happens to be keeping his title of Earl of Cairndow a secret from everyone
in Highland, Georgia, including Rose Buchanan, Isabel’s mother.
Alasdair Blackmoor is Gareth’s nephew and heir to
the title and castle in Scotland. He’s been sent to round up his wandering
uncle and to make sure he isn’t being taken advantage of by some pushy American
women. Complications ensue, including love (of course!)
Lots of aspiring authors out there. Any
advice for them?
Laura:
To become a better writer, you must write. Sounds
simple, but I know so many aspiring authors who get stuck in their own head.
They plot and make inspiration boards and talk about writing, but when the
fingers hit the keyboard, they get mired in doubts. Just get the words down.
They don’t have to be perfect; they don’t even have to be good, but you can’t
fix a blank page!
How is A Highlander Walks into a Bar different
from your other books?
Laura:
While
it’s still a Southern small-town romance, it has a definite rom-com vibe.
Expect low angst and lots of laughs! I love to read reviews where they reader
has literally laughed out loud at several points.
I know asking someone’s all-time favorite
book is a loaded question so what’s your current favorite read?
Laura:
Two series I have loved lately are Katherine Arden’s
Winternight Trilogy (a fantasy retelling weaving medieval Russian history and
folklore) and Deanna Raybourn’s Veronica Speedwell’s mysteries (a Victorian
butterfly hunter teams up with a taxidermist to solve mysteries. I mean,
seriously, how can you beat that combo?!)
Alright, the ultimate question: why should we
read your book?
Laura:
If you need a pick-me-up, good-time, laugh-out-loud
book, then read A Highlander Walks into a
Bar!
Favorite quote or scene you wrote in A Highlander Walks into a Bar?
Laura:
As the
woman continued to stare at him as if he were the bearer of the bubonic plague,
his smile faltered. He stuck out a hand. “I’m Alasdair Blackmoor.”
Although
he registered a split-second hesitation on her part, she took his hand. “Isabel Buchanan.”
Her
handshake was firm and no-nonsense, but her palm was soft and her hand small in
his. On closer inspection, her eyes striated into all different shades of brown
and amber, and freckles dusted her cheeks. He hung on to her hand for too long,
but couldn’t seem to pry himself away.
Breaking
the spell, she wrested her hand from his, pulling it into a fist. Was she
planning on throat-punching him? He rubbed his neck and took a step back, out
of the radius of her magnetic energy, and her reach. On her approach, she’d
seemed birdlike, insignificant even, but up close, he was having a hard time
not staring like a first-class prat.
He was
punch-drunk with exhaustion. It was the only logical explanation.
She stuck
her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, stretching her red V-neck T-shirt
tight. His gaze dipped instinctively and then stuck around to read the print on
the pocket over the soft curve of her left breast: Highland. The Heart of
Scotland in the Blue Ridge.
She
cleared her throat. His gaze shot to hers, and he blinked to try to refocus his
thoughts. “I was admiring . . . I mean, reading your shirt.”
“It’s not
a novel.”
His face
heated. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed this hot and fierce.
What
inspired you to become a writer?
Laura:
I’ve
always been (and still am) a huge reader. My youngest child started preschool
and I wasn’t ready to go back to work in what I’m trained for (chemical
engineering) so I sat down one morning and started writing a book. I didn’t
tell anyone what I was doing until I was around halfway done and loving every
minute! That book became a Golden Heart finalist, got me an agent, and is
published as An Indecent Invitation, a
Regency historical.
What is a
typical writing day like?
Laura:
During
the school year, I work while the kids are in school. I love the flexibility of
being there to pick my kids up and drive them to soccer or gymnastics or
chaperoning field trips, etc.
Do you
have any interesting writing quirks or habits?
Laura:
My only
habit is a bad one in that I drink *way* too much coffee while I’m writing!
It’s become a ritual, I suppose.
What has
been one of the most surprising things you’ve learned as a published author?
Laura:
How slow
the industry can move, but also how quickly changes have come because of indie
publishing.
Can you
tell us about what’s coming up next after this for you writing wise?
Laura:
For my
contemporary fans, I have my second women’s fiction releasing early February
2020, An Everyday Hero. The second
book in the Highland, Georgia, series, A
Highlander in a Pickup, releases late February 2020.
For my
historical romance fans, look out for A
Wicked Wedding in the Once Upon a Christmas Wedding anthology releasing in
October 2019. And two more full length books in the Spies and Lovers series, A Sinful Surrender and A Daring Deception, coming sometimes in
mid to late 2020!
How can
readers connect with you online?
Laura:
Or join my reader group:
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| Author Laura Trentham |
For those who aren’t familiar with Laura, here’s a bit of background on her.
Laura
Trentham is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance,
including Then He Kissed Me and The Military Wife.
She is a member of RWA and has been a finalist multiple times in the Golden
Heart competition. A chemical engineer by training and a lover of books by
nature, she lives in South Carolina.
Now for
an added treat, here’s an excerpt from A HIGHLANDER WALKS INTO A BAR.
From
A Highlander Walks into a Bar. Copyright © 2019 by Laura Trentham and reprinted
with permission from St. Martin’s Paperbacks.
Chapter One
“I brought home a surprise!” Rose Buchanan threw her arms out wide as if embracing the world. From the sto- ries she told to the way she entered
the room, Rose was exuberant and entertaining and enjoyed being the center of
attention.
Isabel Buchanan, who was perfectly content
on the fringes, pushed her wavy hair off her sticky forehead with hands
that trembled from the nightmare drive through
At- lanta to the airport to pick up her mom. Her mom’s trip to Scotland had doubled as both research and vacation.
The jammed stop-and-go traffic
had left Izzy flustered
and al- ready dreading their exit from the airport.
Rolling her stiff shoulders, Izzy stepped around the bumper of the car, popping
the trunk open on the way. Her mom had a beautiful plaid scarf of greens and browns and blues tossed over her shoulder
and what appeared to be new earrings. Either purchase might inspire
her mother to gush, and she would expect reciprocal gushing from Izzy. Making an educated guess, Izzy asked, “Are those ear-
rings your surprise?”
Without waiting for an
answer, she hauled one of her mom’s giant wheeled suitcases closer and prepared toheave it into the back. The sooner they got out of Atlanta,
the sooner she could
get back to work planning
the High- land festival.
Or she might pour an extra-large glass of wine and escape into a book. A guilty pleasure, consider- ing how much she still had to get in order in three scant weeks.
“Allow me,
please.” A bearded
man who had been roll- ing cases to the curb stepped forward with a grin and an accent
Izzy couldn’t place.
She checked her
pockets and winced. No cash to tip the man, and no hope her mom had thought
of something so inconsequential.
“Do you like
them? They’re hammered silver.” Her mom flipped her bobbed matching silver hair to the side and displayed one earring
with her fingers. “And as a matter of fact, I did buy
them from a lovely
shop in Edin- burgh, but I brought something
bigger home. Something more
exciting.”
“Your scarf? It’s lovely.” Izzy
gave her mom limited attention
while she watched the man load suitcase after suitcase
into her trunk, fitting them together like a puzzle.
More luggage than her mom had left with. She waved to catch the man’s attention. “Hang on. That’s not all my mom’s stuff.”
For the first time, Izzy
really looked at the man. He was close to her mom in age, and
good-looking in a
bear- like way with a gleaming white smile highlighted by a salt-and-pepper beard. His full head of hair was a shade darker,
but graying heavily at the temples.
The expres- sion on the man’s face when he looked in her mom’s direction—a mix of adoration and amusement—cleared the fog of confusion.
Lord have mercy, her mother had brought back a six- foot, two-hundred-pound-plus
souvenir from Scotland.
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