In Janet Chapman's Spellbound Falls series, time-traveling Scottish Highlanders (you read that right) keep popping up in a small Maine town. Luckily for the women of Spellbound Falls, they're a handsome bunch. The Highlander Next Door, the latest novel in the series, focuses on Birch, a no-nonsense woman who harbors no desire for a man in her life. Watching her mother's four divorces and running a women's shelter has made her swear off men for life. The case for males is not helped by her gruff, stubborn neighbor, Niall MacKeage. But that Scottish brogue is quite charming, and as Birch discovers, Niall is not at all like other men.

In this blog post, Chapman discusses how her foray into time travel began—and how much fun she's had on the journey. 

When my agent set out to sell my first book, Charming the Highlander, I asked her to please tell the editors she submitted it to that this time-travel gig was a one-time thing, as I really wrote contemporary romance and didn’t want them to expect more magical stories from me. (If only I’d been listening at the time, I would have heard the Universe laughing its ethereal head off.)  But in my mind even that book was a contemporary, because besides the prologue, the entire story took place in 21st-century Maine.

My agent did indeed sell the manuscript—big sigh—on the condition I give them two more time-traveling highlanders. Three books inevitably became five, which became seven, nine . . . I’m still counting. But the magic got hold of me and just wouldn’t let go. Soon my highlanders were joined by a couple of made-up ancient mythical gods, and now a new, modern-day god is insisting on joining the party. And although I did manage to sneak several contemporaries in there between them, The Highlander Next Door is magical book seventeen

I think readers believe authors are deliberate creators—which may be true for many—but for me, the characters are in control. They suddenly show up in a book and start demanding a book of their own, and no matter how outrageous their stories are, I am compelled to tell them.

Good Lord, I actually rearranged my wild and beautiful state of Maine! Well, it was really Maximilian Oceanus who moved those mountains and turned a large freshwater lake into an inland sea, but I wasn’t about to argue with the powerful magic-maker. And anyway, the Bottomless Sea gave me an even more amazing venue for my stories.

Wait. There. Do you hear that? The Universe is still laughing.

And so we come to Niall MacKeage, a 12th-century highlander who was brought forward in time as one of six suitors for Maximilian’s sister, Carolina. Niall wasn’t really interested in marrying Carolina; he just wanted to see if the fantastical tales his long-lost, time-traveling father had told him were true.  And becoming Spellbound Falls’ chief of police gave the displaced warrior a good excuse to stay, for not only did Niall embrace modern technology, he also found himself attracted to 21st-century women—and to Birch Callahan in particular, the pint-sized spitfire hired to run the town’s new women’s shelter.

I often feel like nothing more than a stenographer furiously taking notes.

Oh, yeah; instead of leaving me alone, the magic seems to be ramping up.  But I suppose that’s what I get for letting my fictional characters run the show.  Yes, I know they’re not really real, but I simply don’t have the heart to tell them.  And besides, they keep providing me with all sorts of wonderful—albeit outrageous—stories.  

I silently chuckle when people say they’re amazed by my imagination, because what they don’t know is that instead of being a deliberate creator, I am merely. . . heck, I often feel like nothing more than a stenographer furiously taking notes. Oh, sometimes my characters let me make suggestions, and sometimes they even use them. But for the most part I graciously do their bidding, since they in turn graciously allow my name to appear on the cover of their books.

So with that being said, I invite you to come join me in Spellbound Falls by way of The Highlander Next Door, and let’s see if I can’t persuade you that the magic truly is real. Okay, the mountain-moving part might be a bit of a stretch.  But all that other stuff in my stories?  Well, I can’t imagine anything more real than the magical power of love.

Thanks, Janet! See more about the author on her website, or find The Highlander Next Door online:  BAM | B & NIndiebound | Amazon

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