Of Heather and Thistle by Erinn Maxwell.
Published by Wild Thistle Publishing.
What a sweet moment to meet this author at a book event and end up with this adorable book in my hands. I thought I was just smiling politely and walking away with a signed copy. Instead, I apparently walked away with a one-way ticket to emotional upheaval, several late nights, and a renewed desire to run away to Scotland the second life feels even slightly inconvenient. This book did not ask for permission before renovating my heart like Flynn with a tool belt and no respect for personal boundaries.
We start with Heather, who inherits a crumbling Scottish estate that has the energy of a house that would definitely creak ominously just to assert dominance. She arrives with the emotional exhaustion of someone who has endured one too many disappointments and thinks she can outrun them with a plane ticket. Enter Glenoran House, which basically says, Absolutely not, lass. We have things to discuss. And then comes Flynn, the rugged contractor with the sense of humor that makes you want to throw something at him and the gentle steadiness that makes you want to hand him your entire soul. An infuriating combination, truly.
This story wraps around you like a warm tartan blanket that slowly tightens until you realize it’s actually guiding you through your feelings, which should be illegal. The Scottish setting is rich without being overwrought. The mist, the hills, the quiet spaces between heartbreak and hope. It all feels lived-in and personal. The estate itself becomes a character, carrying the weight of family secrets that are dusty, painful, and long overdue for fresh air. And Heather, bless her anxious heart, decides to face it all with a bravery that feels small at first, then grows into something fierce and resilient.
Her dynamic with Flynn is a perfect slow simmer. No rushed passion, no instant soulmate theatrics. Just steady, consistent connection. He sees her clearly, often before she sees herself. She resists, hesitates, rebuilds, and—for once—chooses something because she wants it, not because someone else expects it from her. Their banter is sharp and funny, the kind that makes you grin like an idiot, and their soft moments land with quiet power.
Heather’s emotional journey is the real centerpiece. The way she confronts trauma, abandonment, and the ache of a childhood carved by loss is honest and relatable. There’s no magical fix, only hard truth, reflection, and the kind of growth that feels earned. And when the house reveals its own hidden past through artifacts and letters, it mirrors her internal restoration. It’s clever without being heavy handed.
My favorite line, the one that made me pause and breathe for a second, was: “Sometimes home isn’t a place you return to, but a truth you finally stop running from.” A highlight-worthy sentence if I’ve ever seen one.
By the time I turned the last page, I felt like I’d taken a long walk through rain-soaked heather fields, cried a little, laughed a lot, and maybe flirted with a Scotsman who calls people things like mo chridhe. Pure chaos for the heart.
If you love slow burn romance, moody landscapes, found family vibes, emotional healing, and a hero who falls first with quiet devotion, this book belongs on your shelf immediately. It’s cozy, witty, atmospheric, and beautifully human. A debut that hits all the right notes.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars
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