The backcountry, which is what the Colonials called the frontier, was sparsely populated, largely inhospitable, and undeniably dangerous. Not the best setting for a romance!
Or is it?
Romance in the backcountry looked very different from romance today. Remember that sparsely populated part? There wasn't a lot to choose from. Marriages were often for protection, companionship, and to share the workload. In short ... they were practical.
But that doesn't mean there couldn't be a spark. A certain something. A change in the air. An awakening of desire.
My hero and heroine meet at a time when cultures were clashing. The French were moving out, the British were moving in, the local tribes were being forever changed, and a new culture of those with mixed European and native blood was rising. Tensions were high. The stakes were life and death. However, the human heart being what is it, my hero and heroine are drawn together.
They don't have years - or even months - to work out a traditional courtship. Time is short and danger surrounds them. They have one shot and must find the courage to take it, even though it means turning their backs on everything else.
It was a brutal time in our history and one in which the weak did not survive. I enjoyed writing their story, and I hope readers will enjoy it as well.