I’m very thankful that in my life I’ve had the opportunity to travel and experience new places and realities. I think my passion for travel comes from my father. Although we had little money, we still took regular vacations, staying with family or camping out. Growing up in the
Midwest, he took us to visit museums and libraries in Chicago and Milwaukee. In the summer
we went west to where my mother’s family lived and drove all over Wyoming, to the Black Hills and up to Montana. When I was fourteen we drove out to
northern California to visit my aunt and uncle and cousin and toured the
Redwood Forest, Monterrey, San Francisco, and all over Imperial Valley. At
fifteen I spend the summer in Chicago
with my sister and walked and took the L, exploring the . Windy City
Everywhere I went I drank in the thrill of new experiences, whether it was the peace of a hidden mountain valley or the excitement of walking through a big city’s downtown. I took in the invigorating scent of pine and fresh air in the mountains, the slow, inexorable rhythm of the sea lapping at my feet, the exotic noise and color of
Travel fed my spirit and also made me ever more inquisitive and restless. Getting
to see how other people lived made me curious about what went on in their hearts
and minds. What made them different than me, and also the same?
I’ve taken many, many more journeys in books than I have in real life, and I made up stories from a very early age. But I’m not certain I would have become a writer if I hadn’t visited all those different places. Travel gave me a window into realities that were different than mine, and that helped me create the fictional worlds in my head. It gave me an appreciation of the exotic and different and opened my mind to all sorts of experiences outside my sheltered, small-town life.
When I was a young adult my father died. With that loss, my sense of adventure and wanderlust also vanished. For several years I found travel stress-inducing rather than exciting. Anxiety got in the way of my enjoying new experiences.
But over time I healed and came to once again love travel. Now it is like an addiction: Warm weather trips to
Mexico and the Caribbean.
Research trips to Ireland
and the . And there are so many other
places I would like to visit. So many worlds to explore. I plan to keep going
as long as I can afford it, and have the physical stamina to deal with the
inevitable challenges. And when I’m finally too old to make those journeys, I
will savor the memories and remember the magic of all the wonderful trips I’ve
made. British Islands
When hardened gamester Marcus Revington wins Horngate Manor in a card game, he is delighted to finally own property. Even discovering he must marry the heiress of the estate doesn’t deter him. The heiress, Penny Montgomery, is happy with her life raising horses at Horngate and has no desire to wed anyone. When she learns about her guardian’s Wicked Wager, she schemes to convince Marcus she’s unsuitable as a wife so he’ll forget his plan to marry her. Who will win this battle of wits and wills? Or will they both discover the name of the game is love?
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Mary Gillgannon is the author of seventeen novels, a Celtic historical fantasy and historical romances set in the dark age, medieval and English Regency time periods. She’s married and has two children. Now that they’re grown, she indulges her nurturing tendencies on three very spoiled cats and a moderately spoiled dog. When not writing or working—she’s been employed at the local public library for twenty-five years—she enjoys gardening, reading and travel.