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ellaquinnauthor:

I’ve been waiting days to be able to reblog this wonderful post from Angelyn!! Enjoy!

Originally posted on Angelyn's Blog:

Edinburgh has been argued as the early nineteenth century’s “capital city of modern literature.” It is there that we find the original Regency-era critic.

The Edinburgh Review was one of the first, if not the inaugural, quarterly journal to feature in-depth literary reviews. It was created by a circle of Whigs, some of whom have been the subject of this blog in the past: Sydney Smith and Henry Brougham. Joined with them were Francis Horner and Francis Jeffrey, the latter becoming the Review’s editor throughout the Regency.

Old Calton Burying Ground in Edinburgh--split in half during the Regency era

Old Calton Burying Ground in Edinburgh–split in half during the Regency era

Francis Jeffrey (1773 – 1850), later Lord Jeffrey, took the helm of the Review with the intent of producing more than just what elementary students would term book reports. His periodical aimed to publish critical reviews that would be sought out for their own merits. These reviews would illustrate a deeper inquiry into literary works of the day, examining their qualities as they relate to…

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It’s time to strut your stuff!! Today I invite you to post the first page of chapter four. If that’s not acceptable for PG-13 viewing, then please feel free to post your blurb or another excerpt. Buy links are welcome!

Here is mine from my new release, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret.

Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret“The Earl of Watford!” Mrs. Villaret’s eyes had widened, and her breathing had quickened.

Until then, she had been holding up quite well. Yet for some reason Will’s disclosing that he represented the earl seemed to frighten her. But why? And what the devil was she doing here in the middle of the night, alone save for another female and a sleeping escort?

Her trepidation did not last more than a few moments. He was unable to keep his eyes off her as she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin as if preparing to do battle. He had to admire the fact that even though he’d caught her in someone else’s office and without protection, she was apparently not going to back down.

Andrew sidled up to the desk, placed a hand on the ledger, and turned it toward him. “Do you even know what you’re looking at?”

“Naturally, she does,” Mrs. Villaret replied forcefully.

She reminded Will of nothing less than a tigress protecting her cub.

The blonde huffed. “Of course I do.”

“All right then.” Andrew smiled. She smiled back. “What did you find?”

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Hello and happy Sunday from southern Virginia. This week has been hectic to say the least! After packing, and flying up to Virginia Wednesday, I had my book release on Thursday complete with a Facebook party!

A wonderful lady, Sharlene, made up quote boxes for Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret. Here is one of them. Miss EV Quote 6

Raphaella on suitcaseRaphaella kept close tabs on me while I was pacing. She was making sure she wasn’t going to be left behind.

 

 

 

 

Raphaella not happy

 

However, once we arrived at Hubby’s apartment she looked around and was ready to leave. We both miss St. Thomas.

 

 

 

 

 

Here is the view from my desk.

View from window

Just to liven things up and because Hubby was missing his cat that died in March, we got a four month old kitten. Here is Maddie.

MaddieWish us luck in our new venture!

How did your week go?

Ella

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ellaquinnauthor:

Come visit me on Bookworm2bookworm for a chance to win a copy of my latest book!

Originally posted on bookworm2bookworm's Blog:

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Thanks so much Mel for having me back on bookworm2bookworm.

As I’m composing this post, I have just returned from RWA. My throat is a little sore from all the talking during the past week. We writers are a pretty solitary bunch, but when conference time comes around it’s non-stop. Not only talking but listening, something I sometimes have problems with, especially when I’m over-excited. In fact, I think I either insulted or hurt the feelings of an author I greatly respect and whose books are auto-buys for me. Something I’m going to have to apologize for in the very near future.

There are times when that can be more easily said than done. In my latest release, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret, book 5 of The Marriage Game, my hero, William, Viscount Wivenly, is continually getting on the wrong side of my heroine, Miss Eugénie Villaret. Although…

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Welcome and happy Sunday!!

Congratulations to Lori H. who won Alina’s book!!

Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret

Whew, this week has been insane! Yesterday I finally gave out and read a book!

The week coming isn’t stacking up to be any calmer. If you haven’t heard, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret releases on Thursday!! I’m having a FB party with a ton of Regency and historical authors joining me with giveaways. If you haven’t received an invitation and want to come, just let me know. In addition to that, I’ll also be on a blog tour.

Details can be found here!  You will have the option of winning a print or ebook!

 

 

I am leaving my island this week to travel to the States. The plan is to sail back down to St. Thomas in November. Wish us luck that everything comes together!

Here are my last photos from Magan’s until I return.

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I hope to see you during the release party and blog tour!

Have a wonderful week!

Ella

 

 

 

 

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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?

Cortesean's Book of Secrets

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.

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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

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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.

 

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Blog: http://georgielee.blogspot.com

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

 

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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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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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Life seriously interfered with everything writing yesterday. To make it up to you I invite you to post any excerpt of 500 words, buy and social media links. Please keep it PG-13.

If you’re here to read, let us know how we’re doing.

Here is mine from Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret which releases on August 7th!

Enticing Miss Eugenie VillaretJuly 1816, England

William, Viscount Wivenly, caught a glimpse of sprigged muslin through a thinly leafed part of the tall hedge, behind which he’d taken refuge.

“Are you sure he came this way?” an excited female voice whispered.

  1. He didn’t like the sound of that. Will found himself in sympathy with the fox at a hunt.

“Quite sure,” came the hushed response. “You must be careful, Cressida. If I reveal to you what Miss Stavely told me in the strictest confidence, you must vow never to repeat what I’m about to say. I swore I’d never breathe a word.”

“Yes, yes,” Miss Cressida Hawthorne replied urgently, “I promise.”

He’d been dodging the Hawthorne chit for two days now, and unfortunately she wasn’t the only one. The other woman sounded like the newly betrothed Miss Blakely.

“Well then”—Miss Blakely paused—“I really shouldn’t. If it got out, she’d be ruined!”

“I already promised,” Miss Hawthorne wheedled.

After a few moments, the other girl continued. “Miss Stavely said she followed Lord Wivenly to the library so that they’d be alone, and he’d have to marry her.”

“What an excellent plan.” Miss Hawthorne’s tone fell somewhere between admiring and wishful.

“Well, it wasn’t.”

Even thinking about the incident with Miss Stavely made Will shudder. There were few worse fates than being married to her in particular. Fortunately, the lady was not as intelligent as she was crafty. The minute she’d turned the lock, she had announced he would have to marry her. However, she’d failed to take into account the French windows through which Will had made his escape.

“What do you mean it wasn’t a good idea?” Miss Hawthorne asked.

“Have you heard a betrothal announcement?”

Their footsteps stopped. Drat it all, there must be another way out of here. He surveyed the privet hedge, which bordered three sides of this part of the garden. Across from him was a wooden rail fence about five feet high. Large rambling roses in pale pink and yellow sprawled along it, completing the enclosure. Whoever designed this spot had wanted privacy. Will’s attention was once again captured by the voices.

“No,” Miss Hawthorne said slowly, as if working out a puzzle. “So it didn’t work.”

“Do you know what Miss Stavely failed to take into account?”

When Miss Hawthorne didn’t reply, Miss Blakely continued. “She didn’t bother to ensure she had a witness at hand. Miss Stavely said Lord Wivenly looked her up and down like she was a beefsteak and told her he’d ruin her if she wished, but not to think he’d take her to wife.”

Perhaps not his finest moment, though Will had wanted to scare the chit. Not that it had worked. She had practically launched herself at him.

“Oooh, how wicked.” Miss Hawthorne giggled. “He’s so handsome, and has such nice brown hair. I’d love to be compromised by him.” She paused. “But only if he had to marry me, so you must make sure to bear witness.”

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