Nancy Scanlon (Author Interview)
May 24, 2016
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I love mist, chocolate, caffeine, and a good romance novel! I’ve lived in five states, two continents, two countries, and now a U.S. territory. I have no idea where I’ll end up next, and I love that! I write time-travel romance, and in my newest book, An Enchanted Spring (Mists of Fate #2), Emmaline Perkins is a publicist who’s always put work before herself. When her violent ex-fiancé is unexpectedly released from jail, her carefully-structured life spirals downward – and her only option for safety is under the protection of her newest client, Aidan MacWilliam.
You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?
Mr. Darcy! I love how his environment shaped him, but his heart changed him. I also love a man in a cravat…
Some people love them, some hate them. What’s your stance on alpha heroes?
I adore them. I even married one, back before I knew the meaning of the term!
What’s the strangest thing you’ve learned while researching a story?
I’ve learned all sorts of gory medieval torture methods. I can’t handle gore or horror very well…I’ve lost sleep over the things I’ve read. Terrifying stuff – and I’m glad I live in the here-and-now!
What stories do you have in the works right now?
Next is Colin O’Rourke’s story! As the CEO of Celtic Connections, Colin’s determined to take his business overseas to the UK and Ireland. The only thing standing in his way is a prominent gossip columnist who’s published a slanderous article before they’ve even opened their office doors. She’s agreed to retract the article if he can match her stubbornly-single niece. Eleanor Carberry is a perfectly content London bookshop owner with no plans for marriage. When Ellie stumbles into the past, Colin must choose between the business he and his family has worked so hard to keep, or the chance at a forever love with the woman who captured his heart once upon a summer night…
Born and raised near Boston, MA, Nancy wrote her first romance novel at age 16, when she realized that fictional boyfriends were much easier to figure out than real ones. In the time since, she managed to earn her B.A. in English from the University of Massachusetts Amherst, obtain a graduate certificate in creative writing from the University of Cambridge, and marry the man of her dreams (but she still holds tight to her fictional boyfriends).
Nancy adores all things misty, caffeinated, chocolate and grammatically correct. Currently, she resides in Puerto Rico with her husband, two small children, and two not-so-small dogs.
When not writing, Nancy spends her time reading romance and watching too much HGTV.
A time travel accident has left Aidan MacWilliam, younger brother of a medieval Irish laird, trapped in the future. Though he’s become a successful entrepreneur in the twenty-first century, Aidan still can’t banish thoughts of the world he left behind. In search of distraction, he heads to New York to scout a PR person for his cousin’s matchmaking firm, Celtic Connections.
Emmaline Perkins might be the perfect candidate. A PR expert and closet medievalist, Emma has always put work before her social life. When a breathtakingly handsome man who looks like he stepped straight out of the Middle Ages proposes business, she struggles to keep her professional and personal lives separate.
Then Emma’s ex-fiancé resurfaces, threatening Emma’s livelihood, her home, and ultimately her safety. Aidan jumps to protect her and not just because she’s good for business. He feels a primal need to defend the alluring young woman. But the question is not where she’ll be safe, but when.
“Some men—and I hesitate to use that label in association with your ex—enjoy the feeling of power.”
Her eyes swung to Aidan’s. “He wasn’t like this when we were together.”
Aidan didn’t respond.
She continued, her voice hollow. “I’ve lost everything. First he took my money, then he ended my career.” She met Aidan’s eyes, her own haunted. “And now he’s taken my safety.”
Aidan’s chest constricted. “He has not, Emmaline. Not if you don’t allow it.”
She laughed incredulously. “Allow it? All I want is to be free of him. But there’s no escape. I think he proved that rather effectively, don’t you?” She jerked her head toward the door where the policeman had exited. “I don’t even have a place to live right now. I don’t know where he is, or what his next move will be. Don’t you see?” She choked on a sob. “He holds all the cards!”
Aidan hated the stark desolation in her voice. The woman was twisting him in knots, and despite having known her for less than a day, his gut told him she needed protection—but that she wouldn’t readily accept it.
What disturbed him more than having gut feelings about a woman was that he had a deep and primitive need to be the one to protect her.
“He doesn’t hold all the cards,” Aidan replied carefully. “I still need you. Tonight.”
The blatant sensuality in his words jolted Emma from her dark place. She blinked, then realized Aidan was talking about the auction.
“I don’t think I’m the right person for this,” she faltered. Her brain was on overload—was it really only this morning that her boss had fired her? And then her apartment…it was a strange kind of relief that Aidan had been with her when she’d discovered it. He took charge, giving her the space she needed to process the events—without being asked. He ensured her safety , filed the police reports, and made her eat something.
It was a nice feeling to be mother-henned over.
But that couldn’t last. The thought of cleaning up her apartment exhausted her, and angered her—which gave her enough of a reality check to acknowledge that she couldn’t rely on this man’s hospitality, no matter how freely it was offered. She’d done that once before, and look where that had landed her.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Aidan offered. “New contract. Same terms as before, but you get the commission—not the firm. You go to the auction and obtain the relics with me. Then, you stay here until I can have your apartment cleaned up. And change your locks,” he added darkly. “Definitely change your locks…maybe add a couple more.”
“My world is a mess right now,” she said, shaking her head.
“Then join me in mine for a while,” he replied softly.