We’re made for someone. I think I’ve always believed this—that it was never about proximity, or happenchance, or who you know, or where you are. 

But that God, in His infinite wisdom, created a second half for each of us. 

Someone who fits in the curve of your neck when you hug. 

Who laughs at the things you laugh at. 

Who speaks to you in a language your soul understands. 

I think that’s why I love The Red Cottage so much. Circumstances would have never mattered with Tom and Meg. They loved each other. They were linked. And even if everything had been different, if they had been born hundreds of years before, they would have found their way back to each other. 

If the age was ancient Egypt, and he had been a Pharaoh, and she a slave, they would have discovered each other.  

If the year was 1920, and he a factory worker, and she the daughter of an oil tycoon, they would have defied the rules of society.  

In any other place, in any other time, in any other way, Tom would have loved Meg. And Meg would have loved Tom. That is the beauty and the mind-blowing magic of real love. 

So, when you fall into the pages of The Red Cottage, I hope you aren’t so foolish as to imagine this was an accident. That Tom said the right things, or that Meg felt vulnerable in just the right places, and that their bond—both the first and second time—was a mere hapless stroke of luck. 

 They would have loved each other anyway. 

 We’re all made for someone. 

Meg Foxcroft dreamed of building a red cottage—and a life—with her true love, Tom McGwen. But when her uncle’s apothecary shop goes up in flames and she awakens in the arms of an eloquent lord, Meg recalls nothing. Can Tom help her remember who she really is—and save her from an enemy who wants her dead?

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