A Gargoyle for Hotel Gothica was my first
ever romance. Until then, I had never written anything in the genre. Other
genres, yes, but I couldn’t get my head around what made a romance novel work.
It took me six months to learn enough of the genre basics to try writing for
publication.
At first I couldn’t decide where to set my story, and
then I saw, Dark Eden’s contest, Scottish Nocturnal. Stories for the contest
had to feature a Scottish hero who was also a creature of the night. At the
time, vampires and werewolves were very popular, as they are today, but neither
inspired me as much as the idea of having a gargoyle hero.
I also wanted to write in a setting that I knew well
enough to make authentic—and Scotland wasn’t it. I have cousins there, yes, and
very distant relatives, but I’ve never walked the highlands or the streets of Glasgow and didn’t feel I
could make them come alive for myself, let alone my readers.
I needed to set my story in Australia, in a place I
knew the streets well enough to bring them to mind while writing, or accessible
enough that I could go and explore them until the words painted them ‘just
right’. I needed to set my story in Melbourne,
with its hotel-mounted gargoyles, or Hobart,
with its equally historic architecture.
During my research,
I learned of the debate raging over selling one of Hobart’s oldest cathedrals
because the diocese could no longer maintain it. Such a beautiful building,
with all its gothic architecture, would form the perfect basis for a very
special hotel. It was just the kind of gothic building traditionally protected
by stone statues in the Old Country, and something a collector of gargoyles
might treasure in this one.
I didn’t use that
cathedral in particular, but chose to create a fictional building that had been
built at around the same time, and which faced similar troubles. I decided this
was the cathedral Claire bought and turned into a hotel, while doing her best
to preserving its character and history. In this way the Hotel Gothica was
born.
It was a nice
basis, but it needed more. Who was my villain? Why was the gargoyle brought to
the hotel anyway? And why was Claire, of all people, without a partner?
By answering these
questions, I came up with the dissatisfied heir, who will do anything to get
retrieve what he considers ‘his’ inheritance, and the treacherous ex-fiance,
who broke Claire’s heart. By now I had a goodly portion of the story, but the
mythology of Scotland is full of stories of elves—and not the nice cheerful
ones that like to help Santa, or the mysterious-but-well-inclined elves of
Tolkein. No. Scottish elves are nasty. I just had to have some appear in this
tale.
I wrote,
researched and wrote some more, fitting the pieces together and watching as A Gargoyle for the Hotel Gothica
gradually took shape. More than that, by mapping out the different characters
and describing their place in the world has given me a stack of notes and ideas
that will form the basis for many more stories set in the Hotel Gothica
universe. I foresee a future containing stories with more gargoyles and more
elves… and many more nights in the Hotel Gothica.
Description: A
Gargoyle for the Hotel Gothica
When
Claire buys a gargoyle from a Scottish castle, she unwittingly buys the secret
history that comes with it. A gift from the fae to the laird of the castle,
four hundred years ago, the statue was a double-edge boon, until MacGregor
gained control—and then his house fell. Where he went to is not Claire’s
concern, although the handsome Duncan MacGregor who claims her gargoyle for
himself, definitely is. And there are other complications. A statue with
unsavory legends attached, might bring in the tourists, but when Claire rescues
a woman from a winged attacker, she is forced to find out if the stories are
true.