Welcome, Author Margery Scott!
Hi there, readers! It's my pleasure today to welcome Margery Scott to the blog! Margery is here to tell us about her new romantic suspense (is that a faboo cover or what?!?), Her Rocky Mountain Guardian! Take it away, Margery!
Thank you, Kristina! A few years ago, I went to a writersā conference in Denver, Colorado. The ātwo-birds-with-one-stoneā proverb also gave me an excuse to spend a few extra days sightseeing. Colorado is a beautiful state, and I had a fabulous time. Iāll tell you all about it in another post.
My strongest memory of that whole experience, though, was the road trip through the Rockies. Iāve never seen the Canadian Rockies so I donāt know how they compare, but I can tell you the Colorado Rockies are quite impressive. I do think they would be even more magnificent during the winter, but I wasnāt sticking around to find out. I donāt like winter.
During the conference, I met a Colorado native. I pulled out my trusty map and showed her the route I planned to take, asking for her opinion on the drive. Iād heard some of the mountain roads were hair-raising, and Iām basically a coward. āNo problem,ā she told me. āThey arenāt scary roads?ā I asked. She assured me there was nothing to worry about.
She lied.
She didnāt warn me about the switchbacks. I was sure we were going to drive right off the side of the mountain. She didnāt tell me that some roads had no guardrails, and that we were looking down onto the tops of trees. She didnāt advise me to have the brakes checked on the car before we headed out.
Obviously, I survived, but the nail marks are still there in the armrest of my car and my husband still talks about my potty mouth during that drive.
I called her once I was safely at my hotel. She didnāt understand why Iād almost had a heart attack because, to her, they were ordinary roads, nothing to be concerned about. Sheād grown up driving these roads, just as Jennie did in Her Rocky Mountain Guardian.
Jennie wasnāt concerned about the snow-covered roads. She was familiar with how the roads wound around the mountain. These were the roads sheād driven since she was a teenager.
But one night changed everything.
All About Her Rocky Mountain Guardian:
An unforgivable disappearanceā¦

Four years ago, Jennie Brooks and Sheriff Brae Colton were engaged to be marriedāthen Jennie disappeared without a word.
Leads to a mysterious reunionā¦
Brae hated Jennie for deserting him just as they were set to begin their life together. But when he finds her badly injured in a hit and run accident on a snowy mountain road, he canāt deny the love heās never forgottenāuntil she regains consciousness with no memory of her identity, or what they once shared.
Where love holds the key to everythingā¦
Brae wants to know why Jennieās come home. Despite everything, sheās still the woman he fell in love with in high schoolāthe woman heās falling for again. But when the bullets start flying, his first priority is to protect her and catch her would-be killer. And if they canāt find a way to restore her memory soon, they may both end up dead.
Read an Excerpt:
Jennie gazed out the passenger window as Brae steered the SUV through downtown Eagle Ridge. Ever since theyād left the hospital, heād been tense, his eyes constantly shifting and taking in the vehicles around them.
āDo you think weāre being followed?ā she asked finally.
āProbably not, but I donāt want any surprises.ā
She stayed silent then, letting him concentrate. A lock of hair hung over his forehead, and she had an almost irresistible urge to brush it back. The muscles in his face were tense, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Those lipsā¦ Her thoughts strayed back to the kiss theyād shared in her hospital room.
Obviously theyād kissed before, and more than likely theyād done a lot more than kiss. She didnāt remember those kisses, though. His kiss from a half hour earlier, sheād never forget. Something about the way he held her, the way his mouth slanted over hers, the heat pooling in her belly when his tongue had touched hersā¦it felt so familiar, so right.
āYou look like youāre thinking hard,ā he said, his baritone voice filling the interior of the car.
She felt her cheeks heat. If he only knew where her thoughts had taken her.
āRemembering something?ā
Oh, yes. She remembered every detail of the kiss theyād just shared. Although she would like to know whether the memories of his kisses back then were as exciting and breath-stealing as the reality of the one theyād just shared. She doubted that was what he was asking, though.
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All About Margery:
As a little girl in Scotland, I loved reading the words in books, and using those words even when I had no idea what they meant. My favorites were consecrate (my version of concentrate), and puncture (meaning temperature).Within the pages of those books, I lost myself in the fantasy worlds the authors created. But I had no idea that someone ā a real, live person ā was writing the stories that enthralled me. And it never occurred to me that I could write stories, too.
When my family left Scotland and settled in Canada, I began to write ā not stories, but long, rambling letters to my grandparents. Looking back, they were really mini-novels, filled with my adventures and tales of growing up in a new country. In school, I loathed English class. So what was I destined to be? Yes, you guessed it. A writer.
It wasnāt until my children left home, that I started writing and seriously pursuing a new career as a published author. These days, Iām lucky enough to be able to combine my love of travel (thanks to my fatherās wanderlust) and writing by personally researching the settings in my books.
Now, I live on a lake and Iām lucky enough to wake up to this gorgeous view every morning (it does tend to distract me from the computer, I admit).
When Iām not writing, I can usually be found wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue. Oh, and dealing with that wanderlust thing ā¦
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Thank you, Kristina! A few years ago, I went to a writersā conference in Denver, Colorado. The ātwo-birds-with-one-stoneā proverb also gave me an excuse to spend a few extra days sightseeing. Colorado is a beautiful state, and I had a fabulous time. Iāll tell you all about it in another post.
My strongest memory of that whole experience, though, was the road trip through the Rockies. Iāve never seen the Canadian Rockies so I donāt know how they compare, but I can tell you the Colorado Rockies are quite impressive. I do think they would be even more magnificent during the winter, but I wasnāt sticking around to find out. I donāt like winter.
During the conference, I met a Colorado native. I pulled out my trusty map and showed her the route I planned to take, asking for her opinion on the drive. Iād heard some of the mountain roads were hair-raising, and Iām basically a coward. āNo problem,ā she told me. āThey arenāt scary roads?ā I asked. She assured me there was nothing to worry about.
She lied.
She didnāt warn me about the switchbacks. I was sure we were going to drive right off the side of the mountain. She didnāt tell me that some roads had no guardrails, and that we were looking down onto the tops of trees. She didnāt advise me to have the brakes checked on the car before we headed out.
Obviously, I survived, but the nail marks are still there in the armrest of my car and my husband still talks about my potty mouth during that drive.
I called her once I was safely at my hotel. She didnāt understand why Iād almost had a heart attack because, to her, they were ordinary roads, nothing to be concerned about. Sheād grown up driving these roads, just as Jennie did in Her Rocky Mountain Guardian.
Jennie wasnāt concerned about the snow-covered roads. She was familiar with how the roads wound around the mountain. These were the roads sheād driven since she was a teenager.
But one night changed everything.
All About Her Rocky Mountain Guardian:
An unforgivable disappearanceā¦

Four years ago, Jennie Brooks and Sheriff Brae Colton were engaged to be marriedāthen Jennie disappeared without a word.
Leads to a mysterious reunionā¦
Brae hated Jennie for deserting him just as they were set to begin their life together. But when he finds her badly injured in a hit and run accident on a snowy mountain road, he canāt deny the love heās never forgottenāuntil she regains consciousness with no memory of her identity, or what they once shared.
Where love holds the key to everythingā¦
Brae wants to know why Jennieās come home. Despite everything, sheās still the woman he fell in love with in high schoolāthe woman heās falling for again. But when the bullets start flying, his first priority is to protect her and catch her would-be killer. And if they canāt find a way to restore her memory soon, they may both end up dead.
Read an Excerpt:
Jennie gazed out the passenger window as Brae steered the SUV through downtown Eagle Ridge. Ever since theyād left the hospital, heād been tense, his eyes constantly shifting and taking in the vehicles around them.
āDo you think weāre being followed?ā she asked finally.
āProbably not, but I donāt want any surprises.ā
She stayed silent then, letting him concentrate. A lock of hair hung over his forehead, and she had an almost irresistible urge to brush it back. The muscles in his face were tense, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Those lipsā¦ Her thoughts strayed back to the kiss theyād shared in her hospital room.
Obviously theyād kissed before, and more than likely theyād done a lot more than kiss. She didnāt remember those kisses, though. His kiss from a half hour earlier, sheād never forget. Something about the way he held her, the way his mouth slanted over hers, the heat pooling in her belly when his tongue had touched hersā¦it felt so familiar, so right.
āYou look like youāre thinking hard,ā he said, his baritone voice filling the interior of the car.
She felt her cheeks heat. If he only knew where her thoughts had taken her.
āRemembering something?ā
Oh, yes. She remembered every detail of the kiss theyād just shared. Although she would like to know whether the memories of his kisses back then were as exciting and breath-stealing as the reality of the one theyād just shared. She doubted that was what he was asking, though.
Buy Her Rocky Mountain Guardian Amazon | Barnes & Noble
All About Margery:
As a little girl in Scotland, I loved reading the words in books, and using those words even when I had no idea what they meant. My favorites were consecrate (my version of concentrate), and puncture (meaning temperature).Within the pages of those books, I lost myself in the fantasy worlds the authors created. But I had no idea that someone ā a real, live person ā was writing the stories that enthralled me. And it never occurred to me that I could write stories, too.
When my family left Scotland and settled in Canada, I began to write ā not stories, but long, rambling letters to my grandparents. Looking back, they were really mini-novels, filled with my adventures and tales of growing up in a new country. In school, I loathed English class. So what was I destined to be? Yes, you guessed it. A writer.
It wasnāt until my children left home, that I started writing and seriously pursuing a new career as a published author. These days, Iām lucky enough to be able to combine my love of travel (thanks to my fatherās wanderlust) and writing by personally researching the settings in my books.
Now, I live on a lake and Iām lucky enough to wake up to this gorgeous view every morning (it does tend to distract me from the computer, I admit).
When Iām not writing, I can usually be found wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue. Oh, and dealing with that wanderlust thing ā¦
Find Margery Online: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
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Kristina, thanks so much for having me on your blog today. I only wish I'd sent a photo of the afghan along.
ReplyDelete*waves to Margery* Thanks so much for being my guest! If you have a pic, just email it to me and I can add it in. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL about the roads. I live here and I know what you mean!
ReplyDeleteYikes! I'll bet that was some exciting driving!
ReplyDeleteD'Ann, the only parts of Colorado I'm going back to visit are the flat parts. I'm older now and my heart wouldn't take the stress :)
ReplyDeleteLiz, not so much exciting as terrifying, especially when hubby looked over and asked me if I really thought hanging on to the armrest was going to help if we went over. My first thought was, why is he looking at me and not watching the road?
ReplyDeleteI've been to Colorado once. It's so beautiful. If you ever get a chance you must see the Garden of the Gods. Sooooo breathtaking. When we were there, we visited it every day.
ReplyDeleteOh, my, I could certainly identify with your drive through the mountains. My experience was with the ones in northern California many years ago, but I still have vivid memories of no-guardrail narrow roads up and down mountainsides, switchbacks, and those sharp turns with hundreds of feet of drop-offs just feet away.
ReplyDeleteI still get a sick sinking in my stomach when I recall the. Glad you arrived safely. Barb Bettis
Sharon, I think I was there - that's the red rocks, right? Awesome! I have a photo at home where I look like a miniature against the rocks.
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