I can’t believe there’s two feet of snow on the ground and Spring is right around the corner.
I only have a moment to write a few thoughts.
Of course, I’m thinking about my release day for Dangerous Code. Early reviewers are liking it a lot.
And I’m trying to remember my only Irish ancestor.
Unlike those that came in the 1800’s mine was here almost a century earlier. He lived in Vermont, a wealthy landowner.
She was very young French girl, an indentured servant who had come to the new world with nothing but hope. There is no record of the French girl after she leaves Vermont. I suspect she changed her name and started over. A young unmarried woman in the colonies would be unwelcome in all but a brothel.
I feel for her, poor dear.
Her Vermont family must have loved her very much because when she ran off, they treated the resulting babe, my great, great, great, as their own.
Would the Irishman have provided for the child? No one knows because he was found face down in flooded waters the very next spring.
If the bastard raped the young woman, good on him for ending up dead.
I would rewrite history. Our heroine finds another Irishman, a kind man with a gentle smile, who has need of someone to take care of his two children…
Of course they fall in love and have the mandatory HEA.