Kate Poole is not my real name. I chose it, not because I am embarrassed or ashamed of what I write – because that is certainly not the case – but because my real name is too hard to pronounce and spell. My dad, however, is rather happy about that!

The whole time I was growing up, all I wanted to be was a nurse. Well, I did that for 14 years, but then I got interested in the legal aspects of medical care, specifically, medical malpractice. Since I don’t have the “go for the throat” personality that it takes to be a litigator, I instead went to school to become a paralegal. Now, I work full time in a law firm as a nurse-paralegal, or “legal nurse consultant” and I truly enjoy it. That is my real life.

In my fantasy life, I live in a little cottage on the northwest coast of the Isle of Skye, Scotland (truthfully, that is where I want my ashes scattered), with a brawny shepherd who still wears a kilt. Is there anything sexier than a man in a kilt? Unless, of course, it is a man out of a kilt! I love all things Scottish – even haggis, although I try not to think about what it really is while I am eating it! I knew I must have some Scottish blood in me somewhere, so I searched and searched until I found my clan. My maternal grandmother’s last name was Porter, and that is a sept of the MacNaughton clan (it is our tartan that you see on this page). Unfortunately, at some point in history, the MacNaughton clan got swallowed up by the bluidy Campbells.

Whether it’s true or not (and I am sure a lot of Scottish women will say it isn’t), Scottish men just seem manlier, stronger, and sexier to many women. And that brogue makes my knees turn to jelly. So, whether my stories are historical, contemporary, or fantasy, you can bet my hero will be Scottish.

Thanks for stopping by. Mar sin leat. Goodbye.
Kate