How I came up with the setting for To Win a Scoundrel’s Heart was quite simple. It all started in Paris. Paris is such a lovely city. Enchanting, really. What it isn’t, is a place one skips when touring Europe. Thankfully I was successful in convincing my husband of this fact before we made all the travel arrangements for our humble version of a Grand Tour.
Two or three days after arriving, my husband and I made our way up the Eiffel Tower along with every other couple in Paris. It was crowded and cold. And it was raining. Of course, it was raining. A giant rain cloud had rolled in sometime between us shuffling into the elevator and arriving at the top. It was just our luck. Thankfully it wasn’t nearly as cold as London had been, but by the time the rain had passed we were icicles. Still, the view of the city was marvelous after a good rain. While I stood there looking out over a city that has been here for nearly 2000 years, I was overcome with the history, beauty, and energy of the city. I knew then and there Nick’s story had to take place in Paris. He’s romantic, debonair, slightly wicked, and he belonged here. He was also going to be drenched with rain.
I might have come up with the entire story on the spot, but my own scoundrel was pulling me into his arms and kissing me senseless. The book would just have to wait until after we left Paris. You understand.