Under An Enchantment
By Anne Stuart
With a name like Anne Stuart, I would obviously have an affinity for Scotland and all things Scottish. When I was a girl I used to fantasize that I was the lost queen of Scotland, and when the time came I would kick Queen Elizabeth out of my spot and rule my highland kingdom. Back then I imagined border lords and fierce lairds and all manner of dark, dour passion, and while I now accept (regretfully) that I’ll never be queen of Scotland, I still believe in all the romance of that country.
I’ve always loved selkies. The idea of a graceful seal coming to land and taking the shape of a man, with the sole purpose of begetting a child, is the sort of thing that stirs my blood, and at heart I’m just as gullible as my heroine. I’d believe, simply because I wanted to and because reality is far too cold and lonely.
Fortunately when you write stories you can shape reality to suit you. This little island exists only in my imagination, and the characters come from my heart. But the lovely thing about books is that, once released into words, they’ll live forever.