In THE LAST DEBUTANTE, my fourth and final installment in the Secrets of Hadley Green series, I return to Scotland. You may be asking yourself, “When were you in Scotland?” It is true that most of my historical romances have been set in jolly old England, but I have written four that were set in Scotland, not including my latest: Remember the Lockharts? Highlander Unbound, Highlander in Disguise, and Highlander in Love were big hits back in the day. Before that, there was Beautiful Stranger. And I liked Scotland so much, I even penned a novella set there in Snowy Night with a Highlander.
All of this says to me that 1) I have written a lot of historical romances, and 2) I have a thing about Scotland. A personal thing. A thing that has taken me there three times in the last fifteen years, all just so that I could absorb the magic. You are probably thinking the mysticism and the pull of the Highlands. But I am talking about the magic of the kilt.
Yeah, baby, I love a man in a kilt. And they come in so many varieties!
There are long kilts and short kilts, kilts that go with work boots and kilts that look better with a pair of gloves. There are fashionable kilts and artists who wear kilts. When I look at a man in a kilt, I think “he’s not wearing any underwear!” (come on, you know you do too), and then I think “wow, a kilt is HOT.” It’s hot to me because it just screams masculinity, which you wouldn’t think because it is a skirt.
Alas, none of my male acquaintances is on board with this idea, so I rarely get to see them except here, occasionally (big shout out to Karen H. for keeping us in kilts through the years) and in the long and winding halls of my imagination. I do not lack for kilts there.
Do you like a man in a skirt? What’s your favorite thing about Scotland? What is it about Scotland that calls to you?