An Interview with C.S. Bower

Welcome Carolyn! Thanks for joining us.

Tell us a little about yourself.  Did you always want to be a writer?
CSB: On a perfect little street nestled into the side of a mountain in North Vancouver, British Columbia I love to drink tea, watch foreign films, and spend time with my family. I eat copious servings of dark salted chocolates too. When I’m not indulging in chocolate, I work full time as a receptionist at a law firm. I’ve also been a professional photographer for the past eight years, capturing countless precious memories for many wonderful people. I love to sketch, paint, and make art. I love to read. I once worked on a cruise ship and I’ve travelled to more than forty different countries. I was a body double in a movie staring Tori Spelling. She touched my pregnant belly. I also worked at a radio station and handed over the keys to a brand new car on more than one occasion. I’ve lived many lives. Somewhere along the way I thought it would be a good idea to write a novel too. I’ve been writing stories in my head since I was a little girl, but it never occurred to me to write them down for others to read until recently. I’ve always been a writer, I just didn’t know it. Now I can’t imagine doing anything else. My dream is to write full time, but until that happens, I’m going to keep writing because my characters won’t stop talking to me!

Where did the idea for your book come from?
CSB: Among my many hobbies, I’ve been tracing my ancestry for almost ten years. Genealogy is a passion of mine. While researching my Scottish roots I discovered a small fishing town in the far north of Scotland which captured my fancy. My second-great-grandfather was the last of my ancestors born in Wick, Caithness. Somewhere entangled in fantasizing about travelling to Wick, the story for my book materialized. While Whisky in a Teacup is not autobiographical, I wrote it because I wanted to live vicariously through my main character and have an adventure in a breathtakingly desolate corner of Scotland. (Not to mention the handsome, kilted men with thick Scottish accents!)

A portion of your book, Whisky in a Teacup, is set in northern Scotland.  Have you ever been there?  Did you go there to research your book?
CSB: While I have never been to Wick, Caithness specifically, I have travelled in Scotland, including the Shetland Islands, which is even further north than Wick where part of my story is set. These travels gave me a clear idea of what Caithness was like before I started writing. Unfortunately I did not go there to research my book, but I made many online friends in Caithness while doing my research and I’ve travelled its roads on Google streetview countless times. My dream is to see them in person one day. Perhaps if I sell enough books I’ll buy a plane ticket with my royalties!?

Do you have another project on the go right now?
CSB: Right now I’m laying the foundation for my second novel, which picks up where Whisky in a Teacup left off. I think readers of my first novel will be excited to discover the new direction for this next story in the series.

What inspires you to get out of bed each day?
CSB: I have so many varied interests that I never know what life will hold. On any given day you might find me making art, writing, reading, researching my family tree, capturing memories with photography, or spending time with my family. There aren’t enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do. Creativity inspires me. Expressing new ideas inspires me. My family inspires me. There are countless reasons to get out of bed each day!


C.S. Bower is a writer, reader, photographer, wife, mother, tea drinker and chocolate eater. She believes in random acts of kindness. Chalk upsets her. If she could have one superpower it would be to speak every language in the world. Whisky in a Teacup is her debut novel, she hopes you enjoy it.

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Whisky in a Teacup

Whisky in a TeacupFancy a Scottish romance? Keep your kilted fantasies alive with Whisky in a Teacup, the story of Charlotte Morgan, a young widow lost in an abyss of grief after the unexpected death of her beloved husband.

Stuck at home in her cautious cocoon Charlotte tries to erase her fearless past, but everything is unraveling. Consumed by anxiety and sadness, she is resigned to her tragic ending, ready to give up on love. Then a call comes in from an elderly friend in a remote corner of Scotland, pulling Charlotte towards a new adventure. Will she summon the courage to leave the safety of home and find herself again?

Soaked in Scottish whisky, steeped in history and surrounded by handsome kilted men, Charlotte travels beyond the highlands and straight into a steamy tug of war within her heart. Emotional, sexy, passionate—her journey is fraught with obstacles and romantic options, all equally enticing. Will Charlotte choose the right man and find great love twice in a lifetime?

Available on Amazon


The rain grows heavy outside, pounding the ground like a symphony of drums. Lost in thoughts of a foolish excursion to connect with a dying man I have never met, I nestle deep into the embrace of Edward’s chair, the stress of Lachlan’s call lulling me into drowsy sleep. Head heavy, my eyes flicker shut. Lachlan’s voice echoes in my ear, “please come and see me…”

The lonely Scottish moor swirls around my spine, its frigid, insistent wind pushing through my meagre shawl. A shiver skims across my skin.

“Yer cawld,” he says, his thick Scottish burr warming my heart.

He draws near, but the frail man I imagine is gone. A broad arm wraps around my waist, the heady presence of masculine strength comforting, steadfast. Fog envelops us. His face is shadowed, but the magnetic pull of his brawn, the intoxicating attraction of his manly scent leaves me breathless. His lips brush past my ear, tempting, whispering words I cannot hear.

“Who are you?” I mumble, lost thoughts garbled in my mouth.

“Ah’m waitin’ for ye, lass,” his says, the deep voice melting over me like warm honey. “Please come and see me…”

A rattle jolts my senses, nudging me from slumber, the encounter with my seductive Scottish suitor abruptly interrupted by a key in the door and my daughter Molly crashing through to greet me.