“I met Jamie Fraser when I was nineteen years old. He was tall, red-headed, and at our first meeting at least, a virgin. I fell in love hard, fast and completely. He was older than me. He was taller than me. He knew how to ride a horse, wield a sword and stitch a wound. He was, in fact, the perfect man.
That he was fictional hardly entered into it.
I loved him then, and I love him now. Three boyfriends—one live-in—and an ex-husband have not changed my mind. Ten years have passed since I first met this man, yet somehow—somehow he is more important to me than ever.
And this is why, at twenty-nine years (and one day) old, I have decided to drop everything, to leave my life behind, and regardless of the cost to my wallet or my self-esteem, go forth and find my own James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.”
