J.T. Ellison, New York Times Bestselling Author

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10.12.13

Ah, Edinburgh. It never fails to show off - from the rainy mist to the cobblestone streets to the store after store full of gorgeous cashmere. And coats. Thank all that's holy, they sell coats. Someone - we aren't naming names here - decided a fleece was more than sufficient for a mild Scottish October. And it would have been, if Scotland had decided to stay mild. Instead, the winter winds roared in like a lion today, and someone was forced to go coat shopping. But don't feel too bad, someone found a lovely jacket she's in love with.

There's been fish and chips consumed, and cottage pie, and scones. And wine. And Scotch. Castles stormed, and streets walked; churches reverently visited, and pubs frequented. 

And that's just in the first day! 

We're safe and sound and happy, and I sent in the AAs for WHEN SHADOWS FALL, so that's novel the 13th gone to production. All in all, a good start to the week. 

And regarding the romance that seems to follow us about? We were at Edinburgh Castle, and up rolls a Rolls, and out pops a lovely bride, followed by a piper. It's strange, no matter where Randy and I go, we stumble upon a wedding. 

Slàinte!