Chloe Ford

drafting and edits my author license has taken control. While some of the names of towns and places are real, the general route they end up on has been manufactured for extra swooning and fun-filled plotivities. So, although I want you to adore this version of Scotland, please do not try to figure out the

“How do you say, ‘You’re a total dipshit, I hope you and your idea fall into a pit of misery and despair,’ without it sounding unprofessional?” I ask my assistant, Gemma, who looks up from her desk, her hazel eyes blinking over her screen.