My years as a volunteer at the New
Hampshire Highland Games, held each fall in Lincoln, NH, has given me plenty of
ideas for a book. Hashing out a plot, fleshing out my characters, and delving
into many forms of research all came together in MY HONORABLE HIGHLANDER.
Over the last couple of years, I have
been doubly blessed. My husband and I—long-time volunteers—were able to meet up
with our sons, who gave up their brisk fall weekend to help the thousands of
visitors find their way.You see, we work under the Information Tent handing out programs, helping people find their way, and selling raffle tickets to fund scholarships for those wishing to follow their hearts in becoming proficient in the dance, bagpipes, harps, and more.
Our week starts with a 1400 mile road trip from North Carolina to the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We dump our belongings in our condo then head to the Loon Mountain Ski Area to make sure our tent, tables, and chairs are set up. We post our signs, say hello to people we haven’t seen all year, and welcome our family members.
Last year was a year for the unusual. Hurricane Irene blew through only a few weeks before the games. This meant we had to drive through New York City, as the roads in upstate New York, Vermont and New Hampshire had sustained major damage. Even the bridge at the entrance to Loon Mountain partially collapsed!
The governor installed a Bailey bridge in record time for pedestrian traffic. Vendors and volunteers (us) had to drive over a back road in order to get our supplies to the site. During the busiest part of the busy Saturday morning, thick black smoke from a nearby condo fire caused rescue vehicles to traverse the festivities.
Nancy at the collapsed Loon MTN bridge |
I am sure other things occurred, but these stood out. All in all, the weekend was wonderful, our trip home was uneventful, and our hours volunteering means that the 2012 New Hampshire Highland Games will welcome many more visitors eager to relive the lives of their Scottish ancestors.
More about MY HONORABLE HIGHLANDER
Bumbling present day herbalist, Haven MacKay, gets more than she bargains for when her love spell goes awry, is cast back in time, and meets her true love -- Laird Kirkwall Gunn.
Kirk's plans go slightly off course when he falls in love with a woman wandering through the Scottish Highlands. After all, he has pledged to marry another, from an enemy clan, in order to end a century-old feud.
Title: MY HONORABLE HIGHLANDER
Author: Nancy Lee Badger
Genre: Scottish Time Travel Romance
Length: 92,000 Novel
NOOK
ISBN 9781476417400
For more information at the New Hamshire Highland Games click HERE.
AUTHOR BIO...Nancy Lee Badger
After growing up in Huntington, New
York, and raising two handsome sons in New Hampshire, Nancy moved to North
Carolina where she writes full-time. Due to a Scottish heritage, she and her
family continue to volunteer at the New Hampshire Highland Games each fall.
Nancy is a member of RWA, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, FF&P Romance
Writers, and the Celtic Heart Romance Writers. Nancy also writes romantic
suspense as Nancy Lennea and is a proud Army Mom.
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I loved this book. Nancy Badger has done it again. And the cover art is exciting; wish it were in print! Made me want to read the book. Nancy continues to intrigue with her story and envelope the reader with her descriptions of the settings and her characters. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteGuess what! I am working on making the book available in print via Amazon, but the e-book is still a bargain at only $4.99. Thanks for the comment!
ReplyDeleteHi Nancy, Love your blog. I just finished reading My Honorable Highlander. Haven and Kirkwall really came to life in your beautiful tale.
ReplyDeleteWe attented the Scottish Highland games in Stone Mountain, GA years ago. Lots of fun and good food and music. I love the Scottish Country dancing.
ReplyDeleteGood premise for your books.
We have not made it to any Georgia Games. We are enjoying the many venues in our adopted state of North Carolina. There are dozens to try. Our 1st was in Pugwash, Nova Scotis...fell into that one while traveling!
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