I have a confession to make, although it probably won't be a surprise to any of you. I have always been rather fond of fairy tales. Castles. Ruins. Old stones. Forgotten stories. Places where the past seems to sit just beneath the surface of the present. So perhaps it was inevitable that, sooner or later, I would write a romance that began in the ruins of a castle. But Only in Fairy Tales isn't quite the fairy tale you might expect.