Heide Middlebrook writes historical romance novels and stories as an independent author. History captured her interest as a young girl after touring historical sites, then as a teenager a love for romance reading took root. Earning her career diploma in freelance writing led her to pen magazine articles, but it was an overwhelming desir
Heide Middlebrook writes historical romance novels and stories as an independent author. History captured her interest as a young girl after touring historical sites, then as a teenager a love for romance reading took root. Earning her career diploma in freelance writing led her to pen magazine articles, but it was an overwhelming desire to weave a love story occurring during a historical event that inspired her to pursue her dream of becoming a novelist. Why the romance genre? Those happily ever afters.
Many of her novels are set atop of the Scottish Highlands because of her fascination about the fierce spirit of the people found within Scotland’s history coupled with her Scottish heritage.
She currently resides in south Florida with a herd of four legged friends, including one very opinionated cat.
When not creating stories, she loves to connect with fellow writers in the literary community and continues to hone her craft by attending writing conferences. Her recent activities included History Quill.com convention on February 4, 2024, 2024 Historical Novel Society virtual conference in England, along with the 2024 Writing Workshops of Boston, Tampa, and Texas.
She is a proud member of the Alliance of Independent Authors, the Historical Novel Society, and the Romance Writers of America.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2024 by Heide Middlebrook
Battle of Cluain Immorrais
Year of our Lord 1406, Ireland
Rory MacKearsin closed his green eyes, best not to look. Sixteen winters and he still closes his eyes like a wee lad of ten who thinks if the sight is unseen, it isn’t there. If he enjoyed the vista perhaps it would be easier to digest, but it was those who paid the highest coin for his strong talents who seemed to take sick joy at this vista...
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