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Please help me welcome Alina K. Field to the blog! Alina is celebrating the one year anniversary of her Regency novella, Rosalyn’s Ring. The sequel, Bella’s Band will be released in the fall of 2014.

Alina will award a $10 Amazon gift certificate to one lucky commenter.

First we’ll start with the cover for Rosslyn’s Ring.

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Now the blurb:

Rosalyn Montagu has reluctantly fallen into her elderly benefactress’s tidy London life of do-gooder spinster. But when a young woman from the district of Rosalyn’s childhood is put up for auction in a wife sale, Rosalyn seizes the chance to rescue her—and to recover a treasured family heirloom, her father’s signet ring, purloined by the woman’s vile innkeeper husband.

Intent on liberating the young wife, Rosalyn braves a precarious Christmas Eve journey in the company of a mysterious nobleman. She soon finds she is not the only determined buyer attending the sale. Her rakish opponent not only succeeds in thwarting her purchase—he reveals himself as the man who took everything that should have been hers, everything but her father’s ring.

The newly anointed Viscount Cathmore has accepted there is no way to avoid living his wealthy father’s dream of accession to a social class he disdains, but he has drawn the line at marrying a blue-blooded miss. Then he meets Rosalyn, a provoking beauty with an upper crust manner, a larcenous streak, and enough secrets to rouse even his jaded heart, including the truth of her identity—she is the woman whose home he has usurped. But more mysteries swirl around Rosalyn’s lost inheritance, and Cathmore is just the man to help her uncover the truth.

An excerpt:

Rosalyn Montagu has just been outbid in the sale of her maid’s cousin, the wife of a seedy inn-keeper, Ned Morgan. During the fight that broke out at the end of the sale, Lord Cathmore witnessed Rosalyn stealing the innkeeper’s ring. The crowd has disbursed, and Lord Cathmore has departed in his carriage. 

The horses had only picked their way as far as the edge of the road when the front door of the inn opened and they heard Morgan’s unmistakable bellow. A bundle of black fabric flew out of the inn, followed by a smaller dark mass and a hard, dark object. The larger bundle stood, brushed itself off, and shook out the snow-damp mantle. A glint of copper sparkled in the twilight before she pulled up her hood and extinguished the shimmer. She found her valise, straightened, stared hard at the coach, and turned decidedly in the opposite direction.

Foolishly, away from the village and her only chance of shelter. Rosalyn, or whoever she was, had lied, he supposed, about her purpose in visiting Glen Murray. And lied about the maid being Mindy’s cousin, since neither Mindy nor the maid had exchanged a word or a glance. The auction was a chance to pick pockets, perhaps. The maid would stay behind to warm Morgan’s bed and then pick him clean, while her supposed mistress waited elsewhere.

Hamish had not grown up here, but since his father had acquired the estate, he had become acquainted with the area and most of the families. There were no towns or villages or even hovels for miles in the direction Rosalyn was heading. If Morgan had caught Rosalyn stealing, she was lucky to get away with her life, but she would surely freeze to death before she reached shelter.

His instincts roused, the way they had through torments at school, his business endeavors, and, especially, his brief military career.

“Stop, Cheevers.” He clambered down from his wet seat.

Oh heavens, it was so cold. Rosalyn wrapped her cloak tighter, and then patted again the slight lump in her pocket. She had feared it lost when that vile man had tossed her into the snow. As soon as she could, she would fasten the band around her neck with a ribbon.

She must find some kind of shelter. The town was the other way, she knew, and as soon as the new Lord of Brockton had moved his dawdling self down the road, she would turn back to the village.

Rosalyn heard trudging behind her. Fear flashed through her. Morgan would kill her, she had no doubt, if he noticed the ring missing and if he found it on her.

Rosalyn flipped back the hood of her mantle and glanced over her shoulder.

Cathmore. The insufferable man would not leave her alone. His long legs carried him far faster through the drifts then she could move.

She turned on him. “What do you want, sir?” she shouted.

“You will freeze to death.”

Before she could react, he closed the distance between them, her feet were swept from under her, and he was carrying her back across the yard.

“We know we shall not have to worry about your virtue,” he said ignominiously.

Rosalyn squirmed. “You will put me down now!”

“I will not.”

“You will not take liberties with me.”

“Will I not?” He smiled at her, a smile of calculation that chilled her more.

“I will throw myself upon your Mrs. Sullivan.”

“You may try, but I warn you, she is an excellent judge of character.”

Rosalyn choked and fought tears. It had come to that. She had let a man she’d only just met kiss her, a man not her husband, and she had kissed him back and then committed a theft.

No one else would see that she had stolen back her father’s promise. He was right. Mrs. Sullivan would not see it her way. This lord had ruined her reputation in one afternoon. He had ruined the last Montagu.

She must find a way to escape him, or he would take the very last thing she had, what was left of her innocence. Her hand rested on the hard knot of the ring, and she prayed for the promised luck.

Buy link: Amazon

 

Alina_K._FieldAbout Alina:

Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but she found her true passion in reading and writing romance. Though her roots are in the Midwest, after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband and a blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave. Visit her at:

http://alinakfield.com/

https://www.facebook.com/alinakfield

https://twitter.com/AlinaKField

 

 

 

Sunday News!

Happy Sunday!

I’m frantically getting ready for RWA Nationals in San Antonio next week and I need serious help!

If you can get to San Antonio, I’ll be at the 2014 “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing will be on Wednesday, July 23, 2014 from 5:30 – 7:30 p.m. at the San Antonio Marriott Rivercenter Hotel in the 3rd floor ballroom.

This year, proceeds from the Literacy Autographing will benefit ProLiteracy Worldwide, Literacy Texas, Restore Education, and Each One Teach One San Antonio.

I’ll also be part of the Kensington signing on Thursday July 24th from 9:45 – 11:15 a.m. in the Grand Ballroom Salon A&B, River Center Hotel.

Now to my packing dilemma. I know what I’m wearing to The Beau Monde Soiree. My recently altered Regency gown.

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And I’ll wear my yellow evening gown to the RITAs, but what to wear on Thursday night when I have my publisher’s party. Here are my choices. What do you think?

Three dresses

 

I love them all! Help!

Ella

 

 

 

Regency Obituaries

ellaquinnauthor:

I had to share the wonderful post from Angelyn!

Originally posted on Angelyn's Blog:

By 1814, the Romantic “cult of feeling” was finding its way into all sorts of media, including the obituary section of Regency-era periodical. Evocation of far-away places, heroic sacrifice, violence and a desire to return to the natural state of things were being expressed:

Sarah Anderson, a free black woman, a native of Guinea, of the Congo country, died the 20th of September last, at Providence Grove, St. John’s, Jamaica, at the extraordinary age of 146 years! She arrived on that island in 1687, during the Government of the Duke of Albemarle, whom she remembered well, and whose person she described quite accurately.

Major Maxwell McKenzie, Lieutenant-Colonel of the 71st Regiment..this gallant officer received his mortal wound in an engagement with the enemy near Bayonne, while nobly cheering and leading on his men to charge the enemy, and thus terminated an honorable life in a glorious death..

At Gibraltar, in consequence of a severe and violent attack…

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Please welcome historical author, Georgie Lee, back to the blog. We’re going to do something just a little different today. Georgie is promoting her October release, The Courtesan’s Book of Secrets, but giving away her April release, Rescued from Ruin! She is extremely organized, much more so than I am right now and even has a Rafflecopter link for you!

As always, we’ll begin with the cover. How do you like that?

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The Courtesan’s Book of Secrets by Georgie Lee

Available October 1, 2014 from Harlequin Historical

Blurb                                                                    

Uncovered: a list of noblemen’s names—each one guilty of treason.

To save his family legacy, Rafe Densmore must seize a courtesan’s infamous register. No one can ever know how his father betrayed his country! One person stands in Rafe’s way—the beautiful Cornelia, Comtesse de Vane.

In the card rooms of Paris, Rafe and Cornelia made an unbeatable…intimate team. Until, convinced of Rafe’s desertion, desperate Cornelia married an elderly comte. Now, returning to London an impoverished widow, she’ll do anything to possess the register.

Even if that means becoming Rafe’s partner once again….

Here is an exclusive excerpt!

London, July 1803

Rafe Densmore, Fifth Baron of Densmore, marched up the stone staircase of Mrs Ross’s unimposing town house off Gracechurch Street. He rapped his knuckles against the door and the black ribbon hanging from the brass knocker fluttered in the breeze. He eyed it with a frown, wondering if the ancient courtesan’s sudden demise would be to his benefit or his detriment. She’d been perfectly alive and well when she’d penned the letter in his pocket, summoning him to her sad doorstep.

The old shrew.

He shifted back and forth on his feet. Deep in his boot, his toe caught the beginning of a hole in one stocking.

Damned cheap wool. If he employed a valet, the man would do something about it. Perhaps he might charm Mrs Linton, his landlady, into mending it for him. Though if her needlework proved anything like what she did to the meagre meals she deigned to deliver to his room, he might as well mend it himself. He wondered if her meals were the true extent of her culinary skills or revenge for his grossly outstanding rent.

The hackney horse waiting at the kerb whinnied, failing to disturb the thin driver leaning against the vehicle, smoking a long pipe. The smoke swirled around his head before the wind carried it over the back of his stocky grey animal.

Rafe eyed them both. Whoever had hired the poor beast and his horse must still be inside and it was time for them to draw their business to a close. He hadn’t fought so hard to reach Mrs Ross, or to raise the blunt needed to meet her demands, only to be stalled on the doorstep by a dawdling caller.

He raised his fist to knock again when the bolt scraped and the door creaked open to reveal the drooping eyes of a withered old butler. Rafe brushed past him and into the small entrance hall, his throat tightening from the thick dust covering every surface. A spider scurried behind a dark painting. Compared to this house, his current lodgings seemed breathtakingly opulent.

‘Lord Densmore to see Mr Nettles,’ Rafe announced. ‘He’s expecting me.’

‘Yes, of course. This way, my lord.’ The butler shuffled across the hall.

Rafe followed before something along the edge of his vision brought him to a halt at the morning-room door.

A tall, voluptuous woman draped in gauzy black silk stood by the cold fireplace. She didn’t move or greet him, but remained silent beneath the dark veil covering her face. A slow smile spread across Rafe’s lips, his fever in obtaining the register momentarily dampened. Despite her silence, something about her called to him and he moved closer to the doorway. The slight tensing of her shoulders made him stop, but not turn away. Her dress, dark and wispy like smoke, swirled around her curves. She clutched a book to her chest. The leather tome obscured the full roundness of her breasts, except for the creamy tops which were just visible beneath her black-net chemisette.

‘Good morning.’ He swept off his hat and dropped into a low bow, noting the few white petals scattered on the faded carpet at her feet, probably the remains of Mrs Ross’s funeral. By her own account, Mrs Ross was a recluse, but apparently she wasn’t completely devoid of friends to mourn her.

And what a delightful friend this is. Rafe straightened, admiring the woman’s generous measure of height. Heat flooded through him as he imagined tucking the statuesque creature into the curve of his body and brushing his lips along the bit of exposed neck caressed by her short veil. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, sensing her height would match his perfectly, the way Cornelia’s once did.

His hand tightened into a fist, the sharp edge of betrayal cooling his ardour. He relaxed his fingers and struggled to keep smiling. Why the deuce was he thinking of Cornelia? He’d left that business in France where, with any luck, it would stay.

Buy Links

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The Source of Inspiration

Inspiration often strikes in the most unlikely places. OK, that isn’t entirely true. As a rabid reader of non-fiction history, it’s hard for me to get through a non-fiction history book without slapping a sticky tab on some story idea. I don’t always use the story idea right away, but the sticky tab makes it easy to come back to the idea at a later date. This was the case behind the inspiration for my upcoming October release, The Courtesan’s Book of Secrets. The story centers on Rafe, a destitute Baron, and Cornelia, a widowed comtesse, who must recover a book filled with the names of traitors or face ruin.

The idea for The Courtesan’s Book of Secrets first took hold when I was reading a biography of Nell Gwyn, one of King Charles’ II of England’s mistresses. The book mentioned a register listing the names of all the women King Charles slept with. It was kept by the woman who helped sneak the ladies in and out of Whitehall. The book has since been lost to history. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it were suddenly found? The idea of writing a story about a book filled with names and scandals reemerging to shock and perhaps ruin members of society never left me. Eventually, the idea became Rafe and Cornelia’s story.

Researching their story was a treat because both characters, though they move through respectable society, have ties to the darker side of the Regency. It was fun to read about seedy coffee houses, unscrupulous moneylenders, coaching inns and the laws governing treason. I had to learn how to play Regency era card games in order to give my gambling scenes and my characters more depth. I also had to research limestone deposits in the Weald of England and how they could make a man rich. It was quite a mish-mash of research reading, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I also garnered a few more story ideas for future books. I’ve had to buy sticky tabs in bulk!

I hope you will consider adding The Courtesan’s Book of Secrets to your reading list, and if you do, that you will enjoy reading Rafe and Cornelia’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you Ella for having me here today, and thank you to everyone who stopped by. I’m giving away one e-book copy of Rescued from Ruin, my April Harlequin Historical. All you have to do is follow the directions on the Rafflecopter below to enter. The giveaway runs from midnight July 18, 2014 until 11:59pm July 20, 2014. I will email the winner on Monday, July 21, 2014. Good luck and happy reading!

Now for the book you have a chance to win.

Giveaway

 a Rafflecopter giveaway

About Georgie:

Georgie5.3-1A dedicated history and film buff, Georgie Lee loves combining her passion for Hollywood, history and storytelling through romantic fiction. She began writing professionally at a small TV station in San Diego before moving to Los Angeles to work in the interesting but strange world of the entertainment industry.

Her first novel, Lady’s Wager, and her contemporary novella, Rock ‘n’ Roll Reunion are both available from Ellora’s Cave Blush. Labor Relations, a contemporary romance of Hollywood, and Studio Relations, a love story set in 1935 Hollywood, are currently available from Montlake Romance. Hero’s Redemption, a Regency novella, is now available from Carina Press.

When not writing, Georgie enjoys reading non-fiction history and watching any movie with a costume and an accent. Please visit  www.georgie-lee.com for more information about Georgie and her novels.

 

Social Media Links

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Blog: http://georgielee.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.georgie-lee.com

 

ellaquinnauthor:

I had to share this great post on editing.

Originally posted on MUSETRACKS:

This link is really self-serving. I’ve finished my third novel and am knee deep in the editing process.images

Sigh.

My first question: How come this crap sounded so wonderful in my head when I was writing it?

The answer: Because I finally figured how to turn off my inner editor and simply write the story. …well, mostly turned it off… sort of turned it off…well, OK it was a daily battle but I did succeed some of the time.

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Regardless of where you are in the writing journey, at some point you will have to edit your own work. This week’s links are here to help you do that particular job.

http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/what-to-look-for-when-editing-your-manuscript

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/there-are-no-rules/how-to-edit-your-book-in-4-steps

https://www.autocrit.com/ (I have not used this, but came across it and thought it might interest some of you.)aton1395l

http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2013/09/10/25-steps-to-edit-the-unmerciful-suck-out-of-your-story/ ( Do NOT read this if you are offended by crude language!!!!!) -excellent article BTW'Not bad, Mr Poe...but could you write in a love interest for the raven?'

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Multi-published historical author Jenna Jaxon is here today to tell you about herself and her latest book!!

Take it away Jenna!!

I thought I’d give you a little bit of a different post today, by listing ten fun facts about me.  Hopefully, you’ll find out some interesting or surprising things about me.

10 Fun Facts About Jenna Jaxon

1. I am deathly afraid of heights.  I’ve always been a little scared of them, but it’s gotten much worse in recent years.  When I drive over bridges, I stay on the inside lanes.  I used to love roller coasters and now can’t ride them at all.  And when I ride the gondola ride, I have face forward, hold onto the center pole and shut my eyes.  I am not, however, afraid to fly.

2. I have only had six dogs during my life, but I’ve had hundreds of cats.  Always been a cat person.  Right now the cats in our household outnumber the dog 4 to 1.  One of our cats is 21 years old, older than our children.

3. Although I have studied French, Russian, and Gaelic, I can only truly understand and speak English.  I remember nothing of Gaelic except how to pronounce the name of an Irish actress and I can say “I am walking to the post office to mail a letter,” in Russian.  My three years of high school French have stuck by me more than the others, but don’t ask me to order in a French restaurant.

4. I have kissed the Blarney Stone in Ireland.  Good thing I did it when I was younger as you have to lie down and scoot out over nothingness two stories up to kiss it.

5. I performed the role of Maisie, the second lead, in The Boyfriend.  I’m a director, not a performer, but something about the role called to me, and I went after it and got it. J

6. I once got locked inside a cemetery after dark. I had been placing Christmas flowers on family graves and thought I had enough time.  Not. My husband had to call the police to come open the gates.

7. My husband and I went to Egypt where I rode a camel and went down into a pyramid.  I have a picture where the hat I’m wearing makes me look like Indiana Jones.  Awesome experience!

8. My parents each had ten siblings.  I, however, am an only child.

9. My first publication was a poem called “The Open Door” that was published in the local newspaper when I was in third grade.

10. For a year I fenced competitively and competed in the National Fencing Championship.  This was senior year in high school and I wanted to learn how to fight with a sword, but couldn’t be in the club unless I fenced competitively.  So I gave it my best shot, although I never figured out strategy and kept forgetting to parry. I did, however, learn three weapons:  foil, epee, and saber.  It’s come in handy writing historical romances—there tends to be a lot of swordplay in them.  I wonder why? LOL

Beleaguered3BLURB FOR BELEAGUERED:

When death holds sway in the world, can even the greatest love survive?

Finally in France, Alyse and Thomas return to their roles as courtiers to Princess Joanna.  Their passion for one another continues to smolder hot and deep—until one fateful encounter changes everything.

During a formal banquet, Alyse must share an intimate dance with Geoffrey, her first love. His searing touch proves Alyse’s love and desire for him is as strong as when they first met. Tormented by this revelation, Alyse is bitterly torn between the love of her life and her love for her husband.

 

Into this agonizing situation, the disaster of the Black Death rears its head, decimating the princess’s retinue and threatening all their lives.  Alyse, Thomas and Geoffrey must try to save the princess from the ravening disease but at a dire cost to themselves.  With her world plunged into chaos, Alyse struggles with her feelings for both of the men she loves.  But which love will survive?

Look for buy links on http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/

For a chance to win a $50 gift card click here: a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

About Jenna:

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as a member of Chesapeake Romance Writers. Her debut novel, Only Scandal Will Do, is the first in her House of Pleasure series, set in Georgian London.  Her medieval novel, Time Enough to Love, is a Romeo & Juliet-esque tale, set at the time of the Black Death.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

 

Monday Excerpts!

Here we go again. It bashed me on my head this morning that in one week I fly to San Antonio for RWA’s annual conference!! And what have I not ordered? Swag! So where you ask is all this going? After all Monday is for excerpts. To day I invite you to post a quote from your latest book, WIP, or upcoming release. Buy links are welcome. I also want you to tell me what you are bringing for swag and if you’re not an author, what you like to receive.

Here is mine from Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret.

Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret“Just because I did not throw myself on you does not mean I refused you.” She scowled. “I said I would think about it. I will give you an answer later. After all, this is very sudden.”

He curled his hands into fists; otherwise they’d wrap themselves around her beautiful neck. “There is nothing hasty about this.”

Eugénie opened her eyes wide. “Oh, but there is. Before, you only wanted me as your mistress.”

“How the dev . . . Why would you think that?”

“We women know these things.”

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