Announcements

Good morning, everyone!  I have several announcements to make, so I thought this post could take care of them all in a timely manner.  I need to announce the winners of the Love A Tree, Read an E-Book Blog Hop and I have some news about two of my books, Almost Perfect and Only Scandal Will Do.

First, I wanted to give you a heads up that Almost Perfect, my 1 Night Stand novella from Decadent Publishing, is their “Read For A Cure” book for the month of May.  All publisher proceeds from Almost Perfect during this month will be donated to the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life Program.  So anyone who hasn’t bought this story yet, but are thinking of doing so, please do so in May and help a great cause!  This cause is dear to my heart because I have a cousin who is a breast cancer survivor, so I jumped at the chance to help out even in a small way.  I’m also donating a portion of my proceeds from Almost Perfect during May to Relay For Life.  Please help us find a cure for cancer by”reading for a cure.”

The next announcement has to do with Only Scandal Will Do, my full-length historical romance, set originally to release in May.  Due to unforeseen circumstances, Only Scandal Will Do will release later in the summer.  No firm date has been given yet, but we are hard at work polishing my baby to be the best it can be before release.  I’ll be sure to keep you posted and let you know when you can expect to see it on the virtual shelves.  In the meantime, you can expect to continue to see me promoting this exciting read with excerpts and snippets in various venues.

 
And finally, I have the great pleasure of announcing the winners of the Love a Tree, Read an E-Book Blog Hop.  This was such a great hop because the participants who commented on my blog gave such fantastic suggestions how we can help save Planet Earth.  You should check them out because they are ingenious and awesome!  And the winners, chosen at random, are:

Carrie-Anne Brownian

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Teresa Kleeman

Congratulations, ladies!  I’ll be contacting you shortly so you can tell me which of my published works you would like to receive.  All books are e-books so no trees were harmed to bring you your prizes. 🙂

That’s all my news for now, but please visit me tomorrow when I have amazing author Lala Corriere on the Journal talking about her release Cover Boy.  Then come on back on Wednesday for Horny Hump Day and more of my latest WIP, Seven Days of Seduction.  Day Four is an eye-opener! LOL

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Six Sentence Sunday–4/22 Only Scandal Will Do

Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday!

Thanks once again to everyone for your great support each week.  I do appreciate your comments, so keep them coming.  I also look forward to visiting your sites and reading your wonderful snippets.

Today’s six is once again from Only Scandal Will Do.

The masked man has purchased a woman in a brothel auction and has come to claim his prize.  His “slave” however, continues to insist there has been a mistake.  He has managed to turn the tables on the “lady” and call her virtue into question.  While evading the man’s advances, they discover a missing bit of vital information that seems turn the tide of his opinion of her.  Then, in a moment of weakness, Katarina lets down her guard and things begin to heat up. When we left off, she was reveling in a scorching kiss from the stranger who is bent on taking further liberties:

With a chuckle the man released her lips, but before she could protest, lowered his head and seized her nipple through the sheer white cloth. The gauzy fabric might as well not be there, for she could feel every lash of his tongue as it circled the tip.  The crest contracted into a small, tight bud. Another streak of fire leapt straight to the vulnerable core between her thighs and Kat moaned louder at the unexpected bloom of heat that raced through her.

His response, a rumbling throaty groan, sent exquisite vibrations humming through her breast. Then he lifted her in powerful arms, carried her the few feet to the bed and laid her on the blue coverlet.

My Sweet Saturday Sample and Six Sentence Sunday posts from January through March here at on my blog can catch you up to what’s going on in the story.  Be sure to come back next week for another six sentence installment on SSS.

Thanks once more for visiting Six Sentence Sunday.  Click the SSS to try out more author snippets.  I bet you’ll enjoy yourself!

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Sweet Saturday Sample–4/21 Only Marriage Will Do

Welcome back to Sweet Saturday Sample!  All excerpts here are rated PG-13 or milder. Today I’m continuing to post from the second book in my House of Pleasure series, Only Marriage Will Do,  set in Georgian London.

I’m going to be in and out most of Saturday, (again!)!  But I’ll be catching you all up whenever I get near a computer.

Seems to be a little mystery afoot here.  Amiable has stepped in to rescue a damsel in distress and to his amazement the damsel–who he’s never seen before–is calling him husband and introducing him as the Earl of Manning (who, if you may recall, is Katarina’s brother from Only Scandal Will Do and a friend of Amiable’s).  Amiable is a tad confused,  but gamely carries on with the subterfuge.  He too is interested in why her suitor claims she is his wife.

 “Why would you claim such a thing, man?” he demanded.  “Juliet and I were married properly, in a church.”  Amiable gritted his teeth, praying she had given the man no particulars before he had arrived.

            “And our ceremony was no less proper.  There were witnesses and it was performed before a magistrate.”

            Amiable’s head swiveled to Juliet, a cooling in his manner.  “Why have you not spoken to me of this, my dear?”  Give the woman her head.  He was now quite interested himself in what had transpired.

            “I never married him, Jack.  You must believe me.”  Beseeching eyes sent a real plea for his confidence in her.  “I never spoke my vows to him.”

            “You did not need to, cherie, as you well know.  Jeanette spoke them for you.”  St. Cyr’s face held more than a touch of impatience.

            Complete confusion furrowed his brows and he shifted his stance.  “Who is Jeanette?  If she spoke the vows then you are married to her, my lord. Not Juliet.”

            The sneer was back on St. Cyr’s mouth.  “Jeanette Valois was the proxy the Marquess of Dalbury sent to France so that his sister and I could be married despite the circumstances.  My father became aware of the scandal surrounding Juliet’s family and broke the betrothal.  I knew that when the marquess heard of this he would withdraw the proxy and Juliet would be lost to me.  So I acted expressly against my father’s wishes and went through with the ceremony with Jeanette standing in for Juliet.  It was almost a month later before the marquess rescinded the proxy.”

            St. Cyr looked hungrily at Juliet.  “I am your true husband, Juliet.  I have the prior claim.  Even though it was a secret marriage, nevertheless, it is a valid marriage.  You belong to me.”  He reached his hand forward to take Juliet’s, but met the iron hard grip of Amiable’s instead.

            “Allow me to doubt a bit longer, St. Cyr.”  The words were spoken softly, but dripped venom.  “Why did you not contact my wife before now with the news that the marriage had indeed taken place?  It has been,” he peered at Juliet, “something over a year now?”  She nodded her head, her face pinched and miserable.

            “I would have written but relations between our two countries being what they were mail was uncertain.  And I could not send through diplomatic channels and risk a letter being seen by my father.”

            The man almost sounded plausible yet something in his bearing made Amiable’s hackles rise.  He did not trust St. Cyr in the least.

Good call by Amiable, I’d say.

Hope you enjoyed a little more of Only Marriage Will Do.  Stop by SSS tomorrow for more from Only Scandal Will Do.  And today be sure to click here to visit more Sweet Samples.

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Picture This! Earth Day Bloghop!

If a picture is worth a thousand words…

then let’s talk a while.

Conservation is key.

 

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Celebrate Earth Day with me by leaving a comment with a suggestion  how can we can become heroes and help save our home planet?

I’m giving away copies of my published works to several lucky commenters. And when you’ve shared with me, hop back to the Earth Day Blog Hop Site and help save the world.

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If I Could Be Any When

Despite the fact that I have published more contemporary works than historical (to date), I still think of myself as an author of historical romance.  I’ve always loved history, loved reading about different time periods when things were done just a bit differently (or a lot!).

 I may say that I love one time period more than another, but to date, I have written novels set in the medieval, Georgian, and Victorian periods.  I have detailed outlines for several set in the Regency period also.  I am waiting for inspiration to write a Civil War era romance, a Renaissance tale, and one set in the Wild West. 

All of these periods have fascinated me at one time or another.  I was a history major in undergraduate school (no shock there I’m sure), and my love for historical research has stood me in good stead for the past three years.

If you had to pin me down, I would probably say that my favorite historical period is the medieval period.  Especially for romance.  The Middle Ages were a time of societal upheaval—life was harsh, even for the nobility.  But the strict mores of the time brought forth the ideals of courtly love and the romance of the knight in shining armor flourished.

Courtly love is not exactly what many people believe it to be.  One of the more interesting “rules” was that the knight did not fall in love with his own wife, but with some other woman.  Marriage for the nobility during the Middle Ages–and well into the 19th century—was a business arrangement.  If you were lucky in your spouse you got along well and became partners.  But for love, men were expected to look elsewhere (women might look elsewhere, but consequences were dreadful if they were caught).  This “other” lady became the knight’s “ideal woman” who was the epitome of all the attributes of womanhood. 

The idea of “courtly love” was codified in a 12th century manuscript by a priest (that’s right, a priest!), Andreas Capellanus, who wrote “The Art of Courtly Love” as a guide for a friend.  Follow the link to find out more than you probably ever wanted to know about this time period’s ways of expressing love.  It includes a list of 31 “rules” for a love relationship between people of the noble classes.  I’ve listed a few of the more  interesting ones below.

1.  Marriage is no real excuse for not loving.

2.  He who is not jealous cannot love.

3.  When made public, love rarely endures.

4.  The easy attainment of love makes it of little value; difficulty of attainment makes it prized.

5.  Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of his beloved.

6.  When a lover suddenly catches sight of his beloved his heart palpitates.

7.  A new love puts to flight an old one.

8.  It is not proper to love any woman whom one should be ashamed to seek to marry.

9.  If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives.

10.  A man in love is always apprehensive.

My medieval romance trilogy, Time Enough to Love, is actually set in the High Middle Ages, in the 14th century and close to the time of the Renaissance.  My hero and heroine are part of an arranged marriage and the idea of courtly love comes in to play, but is turned inside out so to speak.  My couple has wonderfully diabolical problems!  I’m very excited because in May I will begin work on revisions of this work—my very first novel—and plan to self-publish all three volumes of the trilogy by the end of the summer!

So if I could be any “when,” I’d be there with Alyse de Courcy, Sir Geoffrey Longford, and Thomas Knowlton, Earl of Brayton as they navigate the stormy waters of  medieval times.  I’ll be bringing you more news of them as revisions commence in mid-May.  But first I’ll whet your appetite with an excerpt from the beginning of Book 1:  Betrothal.  The time is June 1348, the place London, England at the court of King Edward III.

Excerpt from Time Enough to Love:  Betrothal

Where is he? 

Lady Alyse de Courcy walked with studied grace into the Great Hall, her face carefully composed into pleasant lines, hoping to mask her inner turmoil.  He would be at dinner.  Her stomach fluttered at the thought, her whole body racked with a sudden trembling anticipation of seeing him again.  She nodded and smiled at Lady Brisbane.  Where is he?  Her gaze darted up and down the hall, searching in vain.  Is he not coming?

Despite her distraction, Alyse managed to maintain the proper distance behind Princess Joanna as they headed toward the royal dais. As they neared his usual table, Alyse craned her neck, hungrily searching the groups of nobles dressed in their finest.  He was not there.  Her heart gave a funny little skip, and she tugged at her bottom lip.  She had waited all day for this one chance, and he was not here.

  The Princess continued to her accustomed place with the royal family while Alyse turned toward the trestle tables set up on the left side of the hall for the attendants.  She joined Lady Maurya Wakefield and her husband Sir John at the table closest to the dais, all the while busily scanning the courtiers.

“Your father has still not sent word?” 

A sharp poke on her arm made Alyse jump.  “Oh, no, Maurya, he has not given me the merest hint.” Alyse‘s tone voiced her pique at her father’s lack of communication on such a vital matter.  In April Etienne de Courcy had sent his eldest daughter to King Edward’s court with the knowledge that he was negotiating with several prominent families regarding her marriage. To Alyse’s dismay, however, he refused to tell her which eligible men he was considering.  At the moment, however, her betrothal was not on her mind.

Alyse scrutinized a new courtier who entered the hall, then shook her head and leaned towards her fellow waiting gentlewoman.  “My only hope is that my father’s interests and mine are similar.”  Pray God they are exactly the same.  She strained in the uncertain light to catch sight of the man whose mere presence incited her heart to riot.

Lady Maurya gave a sharp laugh and glanced towards her own husband.  “As most women can attest, Alyse, fathers’ interests are seldom the same as their daughters’. 

“Aye, Maurya.”  The thought did little to comfort her.  “I only hope I am able to accept my father’s choice with fortitude should he not choose. . . ..”  Alyse stopped abruptly before the name could escape her lips, her face heating like a flame.  She took a sip of ale to cover yet another blunder then glanced surreptitiously at Maurya, who wore a smug smile.

“You might as well say the name, Alyse.  Everyone knows you favor Lord Brayton.”

 “I. . .I do not. . . He is not. . .”  Stuttering and humiliated, Alyse closed her eyes and silently cursed to think her secret passion for Thomas Knowlton, the Earl of Brayton was common knowledge.  She cringed at the realization that Lord Brayton himself might know of her regard. 

If you are a history buff, which  “when” would you like to visit (or live in)?  I’d love to hear your comments. 🙂

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Day 3 of Seduction for Horny Hump Day 4/18/12

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

When you find a sexy stranger in your shower, what do you do?  Last week we found out that Ashley took full advantage, or was it Hunter living up to his name?

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot enough to steam your you-know-what! Just watch me try! LOL

Ashley is known for her outrageous parties and last Friday night was no exception.  Except she wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a menage a tois with a close friend and a gorgeous stranger.  Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk.  She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up–in her shower.

Hunter Hopewell would love to initiate Ash into a variety of sexual experiences he finds exciting, but are his tastes too wild even for Ashley?

Day 3:  On Monday, Hunter meets her at her house with dinner from a French bistro.  But the food’s not the only thing on his menu.

He used his fingertips to spread her folds and she gasped as he exposed her completely to the twilight sky.  The utter abandon of the position was erotic beyond belief and his dick sent mayday calls, insisting he scrap his agenda and let it take the lead in tonight’s adventure.  Ash moaned softly, closed her eyes and thrust her hips into the air, offering herself to him and with a loud groan, Hunter lowered his head.

Hope you enjoy as much as Hunter and Ashley are! 🙂

Meanwhile, have your own Happy Horny Hump Day!  And I love your comments! so let me know if the days are getting better!

Please check out the Horny Hump Day blog site for the other sites on the hop and go visit the other hot authors.  Quick before your thermostat erupts!   The site also gives the details of how to sign up for next week if you’d like to play with us. 🙂

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day.

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What I’m Reading Now–Love, Come to Me by Lisa Kleypas

I started reading Lisa Kleypas about three years ago, just after I started writing my first book.  I was and am a huge Kathleen Woodiwiss fan and one of her novellas was in the same anthology as Lisa Kleypas’ “Promises.”  I wanted to be adventuresome, so I read it.  Devoured it, rather.  Adored it and the writing/storytelling style.  That sent me on a buying frenzy of Lisa Kleypas.

Looking in a bookstore, I bought “Again the Magic” based on the blurb.  It rocked my world!  Not anything like Woodiwiss’s sensual romances, Kleypas went into the bedroom and ripped the covers off the bed.  I was hooked.  I bought and read almost every Kleypas except for a few.  My love scenes owe a lot to Ms. Kleypas–she showed me the way.

And now I have one more notch on my Kindle.  I just last night finished Love, Come to Me, a very early Kleypas that she herself says “was written with an enthusiasm that will hopefully atone for any weaknesses that I must cheerfully ascribe to youth and inexperience.”  Having read her later works (this one was published in 1988) I can still see in Love the trademark characters and conflict, drawn with a skillful if somewhat less finessed hand.

In fact the major fault I found with the book was a tendency to head-hop that became
extremely distracting.  There are authors today who do this and it still annoys  me.  But I tend to believe it was an accepted convention of the 70s and 80s because Woodiwiss’s books from that period have it to some extent as well.  And I picked it up from reading these writers when writing my first novel, which will make that revision a real bear this summer.

But other than the head-hopping, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed this tale.  Set in the North, in the years after the Civil War, it’s the story of a Northern girl and the Southern rebel who falls for her and determines to make her his.  There’s a sort of  forced marriage and a lot of misunderstandings due to insecurity and the very real differences between people of such polar upbringings, though Lucinda is very tolerant of Heath’s Southern sympathies.

There are a couple of plot twists that are Kleypas’ stock in trade and she did them well even in her early books.  Her love scenes in this novel are not quite as rich as some of her later novels (my favorite is still Devil in Winter, though Mine until Midnight is a close second.  HOT!), but little is left to the imagination.  Yum!

So in the end I am sad another Lisa Kleypas offering is finished, though I am very glad to have enjoyed it.  It makes me yearn to go back and re-read the Wallflower series and the Hathaway series, her Bow St. series–frankly, I could go on a week-long bender of nothing but Kleypas books and emerge cranky and irritable from lack of sleep but thoroughly sated on hunky alpha heroes and sassy and smart heroines.

I need to consult my list of books by this wonderful author–and see what is still available to put on my TBR.  Can’t wait for the next one.

Thanks for visiting my blog today.  I hope you come back next week to see What I’m Reading Now.

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Six Sentence Sunday–4/15 Only Scandal Will Do

Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday!

Thanks once again to everyone for your great support each week.  I do appreciate your comments, so keep them coming.  I also look forward to visiting your sites and reading your wonderful snippets.

Today I’m going back to Only Scandal Will Do for my six.  If you want to read the section just before this snippet, check out my post from two weeks ago.

The masked man has purchased a woman in a brothel auction and has come to claim his prize.  His “slave” however, continues to insist there has been a mistake.  He has managed to turn the tables on the “lady” and call her virtue into question.  While evading the man’s advances, they discover a missing bit of vital information that seems turn the tide of his opinion of her.  Then, in a moment of weakness, Katarina lets down her guard and things begin to heat up. When we left off, she was reveling in a scorching kiss from the stranger:

 

Every magnificent swirl of his tongue resonated, not only in her mouth but in the deep, private places of her body as well. Katarina moaned into his mouth, the low, guttural sound rising from some unknown reservoir of need. Pressing him to her, her hands slid up the steely hard muscles of his back, evident even through his cloak and clothes.

All she wanted was his hands on her, his tongue in her. Of its own accord, her tongue thrust into him, bringing a growl of approval that encouraged her to frenzied explorations of his warm, wet mouth. His hand slid down to rest on the swell of her breast, an impudent finger nudging inside the gown’s low décolletage to brush against her aching nipple.

Is it getting hot in here? 🙂

My Sweet Saturday Sample and Six Sentence Sunday posts from January through March here at on my blog can catch you up to what’s going on in the story.  Be sure to come back next week for another six sentence installment on SSS.

Thanks once more for visiting Six Sentence Sunday.  Click the SSS to try out more author snippets.  You’ll be glad you did!

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Sweet Saturday Sample–4/14 Only Marriage Will Do

Welcome back to Sweet Saturday Sample!  All excerpts here are rated PG-13 or milder. Today I’m continuing to post from the second book in my House of Pleasure series, Only Marriage Will Do,  set in Georgian London.

I’m going to be out most of Saturday, but never fear!  As soon as I get home in the evening, I will be hopping around the sweet samples!

Seems to be a little mystery afoot here.  Amiable has stepped in to rescue a damsel in distress and to his amazement the damsel–who he’s never seen before–is calling him husband and introducing him as the Earl of Manning (who, if you may recall, is Katarina’s brother from Only Scandal Will Do and a friend of Amiable’s).  Amiable is a tad confused.

Amiable was just able to stop his jaw from dropping open.  What the hell was this all about?  Was this woman actually married to Jack Fitzwilliam?  Despite his confusion he picked up his cue, bowed to the man and said simply, “My lord.”  He shot a questioning look at his “wife” whose smile was still somewhat strained.

            “Philippe and I were betrothed for a short time last year, my dear.  Before the scandal.”  Her eyes blazed angrily at St. Cyr, who had the grace to look discomfited.

            “That was none of my doing, Juliet.  My father broke the betrothal, not I.”  The impassioned words, uttered in English with a cultured French accent, did not sway the lady in the least.

            “But you did not fight for me, Philippe.  Not a single protest.  The servants who returned told me so.  Did you think they did not know?”  Juliet’s eyes narrowed, light sarcasm in her voice.  “You must be unaware of how much talk there is below stairs.  But then, you were always unaware of everything except what pleased your father.  And when it no longer pleased him for you to marry me, you were no longer aware that I existed.”

            “Juliet!  That is not true.” St. Cyr’s hand drifted out, as though he would take hers.  Amiable pulled her toward him and glared at the shorter man.  “I thought of nothing but you, cherie, the whole long year we have been apart.”

            Amiable allowed his face to become surly.  “That is hardly your concern now, my lord.  The lady is my wife and however much you may regret losing her, I must ask you to refrain from such statements of affection lest it become a matter of honor.”  The threat in his voice was real.  By God, if he had to face this popinjay in a duel he would do it.  It hardly mattered anymore that he did not know the lady.  His dislike for St. Cyr was more than ample reason to meet the man.

            A superior sneer raised the Frenchman’s upper lip.  “Oh, but it certainly is my concern, my lord.  I have the prior claim to dear Juliet.  In fact, I must insist that you remove your hands from my wife immediately!”

            “Your wife?”  Amiable managed to merely scowl at the Frenchman, but he sent a curious look toward the young woman who stood beside him.

            “I am not your wife, Philippe.  You must stop saying that!”  Juliet’s voice rose again, her anger obvious.  But Amiable noted that tears also threatened.  Every protective instinct raced forward, bent on shielding his “wife” from more distress.

Don’t you just love a KISA? (Knight in Shining Armor) LOL

Hope you enjoyed a little more of Only Marriage Will Do.  Stop by SSS tomorrow for more from Only Scandal Will Do.  And today be sure to click here to visit more Sweet Samples.

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Friday the 13th

Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.  Walking under a ladder is bad luck.  Breaking a mirror brings seven years bad luck.  Cross your fingers for good luck  These are just some of the popular superstitions I’m looking at over on the Inkslingers Blog Site today where I’m talking about our fear and fascination with Friday the 13th.  Come join us!

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