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Please welcome Alanna Lucas to the blog!! This is the first time Alanna has visited us, and I’m thrilled to have her! She will be giving a way a copy of her release, When We Dance, to one of you who leaves a comment saying you want it!

Here is the lovely cover!

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Here is the blurb!

STEP BY STEP

Miss Artemisia Germayne is used to gossip. She is far from the ton’s version of an ideal beauty. Worse still, she cannot dance. But when she finds herself in the uncomfortable predicament of abandonment on her wedding day, embarrassed and humiliated she retreats to the country.

Nigel Rochefort, second son of the Earl of Monfort, has always taken his good fortune for granted, so when the woman for whom he has a secret tendre is about to marry his friend, the only logical thing to do is break up the wedding. But that scandal is only the start. The bride’s sister has also disappeared, and Nigel must first clear his name to assure Artemisia’s affections. As he gives chase, many truths are yet to be learned. This is no simple country dance or game of seduction but an unstoppable waltz of desire—and true love.

Now an excerpt!

She actually struck him. Nigel could not believe what had just happened. A woman had just struck him. Not just any woman or casual acquaintance, but Artemisia. Not a delicate slap, but a hard punch full of pent up anger. That had never happened to him before. He just sat there…stunned. Did she suspect?

Before he had the opportunity to reflect further on the question, Lord Germayne made an announcement and swarms of guests brushed past him, giving him curious looks as they filed out of the chapel. His first thought was to stay put and wait for everyone to leave. He was in no mood for inquisitive gossipmongers, but he did not want to be trapped, surrounded by the same gossips in question.

Following the herd of bright dresses and fanciful hats out of the chapel, whispered theories swirled around him as to the whereabouts of Mr. Chartwick. The general consensus was that the groom had cold feet. Nigel knew otherwise.

Nigel was within earshot when Lady Lamden began to weave one of her vicious tales. “…and this is not the only scandal facing Lord and Lady Germayne. Did you notice that Miss Philippa Germayne was not in attendance?”

The pair of gossips stopped walking, and huddled together, too deep in tittle-tattle to notice that anyone was eavesdropping.

Ducking behind a large urn of flowers, Nigel strained to hear the conversation.

“I have it on the best authority that the young lady in question is not indisposed, but has disappeared altogether.”

“Disappeared?”

“She has not been seen since yesterday when she was discovered alone in the park with a certain notorious rake.”

Nigel’s stomach lurched with guilt. He was the notorious rake they spoke of.

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About Alanna:

author picAlanna Lucas grew up in Southern California. From an early age, she took an interest in travel, incorporating those experiences into her writing. When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination, Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, or going for long walks. Alanna Lucas is a member of the Romance Writers of America, East Valley Authors, The Beau Monde, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers.

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4446010.Alanna_Lucas 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Sunday!!

We didn’t get to book winners last week, so we’ll start there today.

Congratulations to Hanny Van de Kamp for winning a copy of Heather Boyd’s book, Keepsake, and Lisa Day for winning a copy of Christi Caldwell’s book, For Love of the Duke!!

Last week was the all sail boat show week in Annapolis. This was the first year we spent five days there. Some of the time was spent in seminars and workshops on everything from mending sails to blue water cruising. We had a long shopping list for the boat, including an anchor, ours is rusted, a new mainsail, and stove, as well as safety and foul weather gear, and other smaller items.

We did get a couple of fun things, such as these cups with the boat name on them and hats, also with the boat name.Boat name on glass 2

Despite the rain, the show was crowded. This is photo is later in the day when the masses had thinned a bit.

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There was even a man in a kilt.

Man in kilt

No boat show is complete without at least one trip to Pusser’s for a painkiller. For those of you who may not know, Pusser’s had restaurants all over the Caribbean. All their cups are a little different in each location.

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The upstairs bar sported a band. This reggae one made me feel right at home.

Band

It also turned into a meeting place for friends and sailing groups.

Annapolis has many cute and unusual shops. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to visit any of them this time. I did take this picture of a cookie fort for you.

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I’d love to hear how you spent your week!

Ella

 

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I’m so pleased to welcome historical author Christi Caldwell back to the blog. Christi is going to show us her latest book and give away a copy. Just mention you’d like to have the book in your comment!

As is customary, we begin with the cover.

 

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For Love of the Duke Blurb

After the tragic death of his wife, Jasper, the 8th Duke of Bainbridge buried himself away in the dark cold walls of his home, Castle Blackwood. When he’s coaxed out of his self-imposed exile to attend the amusements of the Frost Fair, his life is irrevocably changed by a fateful meeting with Lady Katherine Adamson.

 

With her tight brown ringlets and silly white-ruffled gowns, Lady Katherine Adamson has found her dance card empty for two Seasons. After her father’s passing, Katherine learned the unreliability of men, and is determined to depend on no one, except herself. Until she meets Jasper…

In a desperate bid to avoid a match arranged by her family, Katherine makes the Duke of Bainbridge a shocking proposition—one that he accepts.

Only, as Katherine begins to love Jasper, she finds the arrangement agreed upon is not enough. And Jasper is left to decide if protecting his heart is more important than fighting for Katherine’s love.

 

Now the excerpt!​

He settled his large, hand over hers.

Katherine jumped.

“I suggest unless you merely want to trade death by drowning for death by the wheels of a carriage, that you release the handle, madam.”

His flat, emotionless tone conveyed boredom. Why, he might as well have been commenting on the weather or offering her tea.

Katherine snatched her hand back, feeling burned by his touch. “You are a m-monster,” she repeated.

He tugged free his wet gloves and beat them against one another. Drops of water sprayed the carriage walls. “Your charge grows unoriginal and tedious, madam.”

And in that moment it occurred to Katherine just how ungrateful she must seem. The towering stranger might be a foul-tempered fiend, but he’d saved her. Her lips twisted. Whether he’d wanted to or not.

“Forgive me, I’ve not yet thanked you.” She took a breath. “So thank you. For saving me. From drowning,” she finished lamely.

His shoulder lifted in a slight shrug. “I’d hardly ruin the amusements of the day by watching you drown beneath the surface of the Thames.”

She expected she should feel outraged, shocked, appalled by those callously delivered words…and yet, something in his tone gave her pause. It was as though he sought to elicit an outraged response from her. Instead of outrage, Katherine was filled with her first stirrings of intrigue, wondering what had happened to turn his black heart so vile.

Katherine did not rise to his clear attempt at bating her. “My name is Lady Katherine Adamson.” Pause. “I imagine I should know the name of my rescuer.”

He said nothing for a while, and Katherine suspected he had no intention of answering her. She sighed and reached for the curtained window.

“Jasper Waincourt, 8th Duke of Bainbridge.”

Her eyes widened. “You are a duke,” she blurted.

He arched a single, frosty black brow at her. “You’d be wise not to make designs upon my title, madam. I’d not wed you if you were the last creature in the kingdom.”

She blinked. Oh, the dastard. Katherine jabbed a finger at him. “And you, well I wouldn’t wed you if you were the last creature in the world, and the King decreed it to spare my life.”

His lips twitched. But then the firm line was back in place, so that she suspected she’d imagined the slight expression of mirth. “It is good we are of like opinions, then, madam. We are here,” he said.

She angled her head. And then the carriage rocked to a halt.

The sudden, unexpectedness of the stop, propelled Katherine forward, and she landed in an ignominious heap atop the duke’s chest.

It was as though she’d slammed into a stone wall. All the breath left her. She looked up at him through her lids…

About Christi.

HeadshotUSA Today Bestselling author, Christi Caldwell blames Judith McNaught’s “Whitney, My Love,” for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and try her hand at writing romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections and she rather enjoys tormenting them before crafting a well-deserved happily ever after!

 

Christi makes her home in Southern Connecticut where she spends her time writing, chasing around her feisty six-year old son and caring for her twin princesses in training!

 

Christi loves to hear from readers. To learn more about what she is working on, you can find her on Facebook at Christi Caldwell Author, Twitter @ChristiCaldwell, or visit her website www.christicaldwellauthor.com

 

 

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Sunday News!!!

Happy Sunday!!

In case anyone has missed it, I haven’t been around much. There is a reason for my absence. I’ve been moving. As of last Saturday, we are now living on our 2005 Leopard 40 catamaran sailboat, Silver Penny!

The boat was in dry dock for over a week being repaired, but last Saturday we were finally able to move aboard. We’d unloaded the van the day before, so it was a mess as we decided where to put stuff.

Boxes unloaded

 Space everywhere is at a premium. Here is my refrigerator. The freezer is the same size.Fridge

 

Hubby’s 5 month old kitten, Maddie made herself at home right away. My cat, Raphaella, a 14 year old Chartreux, was not so sanguine. She stayed in her bag the whole day.

Raphaella hiding

 

The first thing we had to do was go through the locks at Port Canaveral.

Locks opening

In the locks

After that, we were in a canal on our way to the ICW and south to the marina we’ll be living in for a while.

Traveling down ICW

DolphinsOnce we were in the ICW, friends joined us for little bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is our first fixed bridge. It didn’t look like we’d fit, but we did.

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Our arrival at the marina was interesting. One must remember that some days you enjoy the show and some days you are the show. Here is our resident pirate who has seen better days. He guards the foot of our dock.

Resident pirate

It took repeating the de-naming and renaming ceremonies, but we finally got the new name on the boat.

Name on bow

Hailing port

This was my view our first morning in the marina.

Sunrise 2

We’re at the boat show now acquiring necessary items for the boat, such as a new anchor, safety gear, stove, and other things, but I’ll be back to author stuff in a couple of days.

Have you ever moved? How long did it take you to get your new home settled?

Have a great week.

Ella

 

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Please welcome Heather Boyd to the blog!! Heather is going to tell you about her new book, Keepsake! She’ll also be giving away one copy to someone to leaves a comment telling her you want the book!

As always we begin with the lovely cover!!

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Now the blurb:

A BATTLE OF WILLS…

When the Marquess of Taverham married at eighteen, he was certain his life would be smooth and well ordered—right up till the moment his exuberant bride ran away on their wedding night, never to be seen again. Ten years later, when Kit is finally prepared to set his rash marriage aside by having his wife declared dead, she makes a shocking return, still beautiful but distrustful, and once more throws his life off-balance by refusing to live with him and resume their marriage.

…A WAR OF PASSION

Despite some lingering attraction, Miranda Reed has no love left for the heartless rogue she married. Older and wiser, she refuses to be a convenient wife for a man who expects everything to be his way with no care for her feelings. Keeping her husband at arm’s length is essential; her secrets will bring him to his knees. But in a battle of wills where hope and trust are both the prize and the casualty of war, the victor isn’t always the winner. Sometimes it takes an act of rebellion to recapture a fragile love.

And an excerpt:

As they rumbled off down Drury Lane, an angry male voice, Taverham’s certainly, called out to the coachman to wait. Thankfully, the driver remembered his instructions and did not obey her husband’s shouted command but instead continued on their way into the heart of Mayfair via a circuitous route designed to avoid notice.

Miranda was a little impressed that Taverham had troubled himself to chase after her. The ordering everyone about was always expected when one dealt with the marquess.

Daventry cleared his throat. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”

Despite her desire not to reconnect with her husband’s set too closely, she smiled warmly at her unwanted companions. “Daventry, you really are droll.”

“Among friends one can be himself.” Daventry caught his wife’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Taverham will be angry.”

“Better angry than a man twice married.” She’d thought long and hard about her decision to go to the theatre tonight and prevent Taverham from confirming to the world that there was no obstacle in marrying the widowed Lady Brighthurst. It was imperative that her life and their marriage not be set aside. Her needs must come first this time.

“True,” Lillian said softly, her brow crinkling with worry. “I am sure he would not have cared for that outcome.”

Miranda peered out the window at the candlelit windows they passed. She’d only just come up to London, but the prospect never changed. Fine exteriors hid the filth and lies beneath. Once Miranda had been oblivious to such deceptions but no longer. “Does he care for anything but his own concerns?”

Daventry leaned forward. “He cared for you.”

Miranda shook her head. “Not enough and perhaps not at all. My dowry was all he truly needed from me.”

Daventry remained close. “Surely you knew he needed the money desperately. That couldn’t have been the reason you left. What did he do to drive you away?”

Miranda opened her fan, stirred the air against her face, then closed it again. She would never tell a soul just how deeply she’d been misled and how much it had hurt her to be so badly used. Surely by now his closest friends knew where Taverham’s real affections had always resided? “’Tis not the right time for such a question to be answered. I’ve accomplished my goal.”

“To stop Taverham from starting up with Lady Brighthurst now she’s widowed and clearly interested in him?”

Ah, so Daventry did know what had been going on all along, since before her marriage. The memory of discovering Taverham seducing Lady Brighthurst, his mistress, on her wedding day still turned Miranda’s stomach even now.

She grimaced in distaste at the memory of her farcical wedding day and her shock at discovering the identity of Taverham’s mistress. A mistress everyone but her had likely known of even before that day. A pity no one had thought to warn Miranda of the unbreakable attachment before she’d given her innocence to Taverham. She’d been so naïve. She’d pledged to love, honor, and obey him, hoping he could love her as much. There could be no love and certainly little honor to be so deceived.

Yet now that Miranda was older and wiser, his affair with Emily meant little in the scheme of things. Taverham could have his mistress. She’d not stand in his way as long as she wasn’t subjected to the woman’s company. She sighed softly. “All I need to do is stop him from declaring me dead.”

Buy Links:

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About Heather:

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Bestselling historical author Heather Boyd believes every character she creates deserves their own happily-ever-after, no matter how much trouble she puts them through. With that goal in mind, she writes sizzling regency romance stories that skirt the boundaries of propriety to keep readers enthralled until the wee hours of the morning. Heather has published over twenty novels and shorter works. Catch her latest news http://www.heather-boyd.com. She lives north of Sydney, Australia, and does her best to wrangle her testosterone-fuelled family (including cat Morpheus) into submission.

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I did say I’d be late. Let’s start with book winners then I’ll tell you about my crazy week.

The Seduction of Lad#C46729The winner of The Seduction of Lady Phoebe is Mystical Manuscripts!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the winner of Collette Cameron’s The Earl’s Enticement is Isabel!!TheEarlsEnticement3_850 3rd

Congratulations ladies!

 

 

 

 

 

The week began Hubby finding a boat he really, really wanted. We called our broker, and by Sunday afternoon had sent the offer. Several tense hours passed before we received the counter-offer on Monday. We countered that and it was accepted. I had to quickly arrange the boat surveyor for the general survey and the rigging. Hubby couldn’t get off work, so I flew down to Florida for the survey. There ended up being several issues, so the price was re-negotiated, and it’s now in the boatyard getting repaired. Fortunately, the other broker arranged a marina slip for us until we start heading south. There was more scrambling to meet the closing date tomorrow. I finished that this morning.

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I arrived back on Thursday to an email from my editor telling me Lady Mary has to be in two weeks earlier than planned, and I’m still editing Lady Beresford’s Lover and the novella. Also, Madeleine’s Christmas Wish releases on October 27th.Madeline's Christmas Wish_ebook

I got some work done, but also did a lot of packing.

We are getting a Portuguese Water Dog, and yesterday I went to look at puppies. Their eyes had just opened, and because the mom had so many, they are bottle feeding as well as nursing, and I got to feed the babies.

Me and puppy use

They are so cute! Here is Mom.

Mom

 

I also got a hicky on my chin because one of them started licking it and then stared nursing on it.

While I was gone, Hubby was supposed to be packing household stuff and getting his clothes packed. As you can see, that did not happen.

 

Me Packed

Me Packed

 

Hubby Not

Hubby Not

Today he went downstairs and the van we rented was gone. Apparently he did not know that it had to be parked in visitor parking, so it was towed. He is on his way to retrieve it as I type this. Oops, he just called. It appears that since I’m on the agreement, I have to go get it.

Habitat for Humanity is coming to pick up furniture and the rest of the stuff that’s not going on the boat. We still have to mail boxes, but they are in the van.

The day is bound to get better. How was your week?

 

Ella

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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been able to get this post up. Let’s keep it simple, post a blurb and buy links if you have them.

Here is mine from my Christmas novella which releases on October 27th, Madeleine’s Christmas Wish, and is on pre-order!

Madeline's Christmas Wish_ebookThe bachelors in Ella Quinn’s Marriage Game series make a habit of resisting the irresistible. But during the season for giving, surrendering to temptation may be the greatest gift of all…

A French spy, Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel, has lived in England for years, sacrificing his life for his country—but not his heart. For he’s never been able to forget his childhood friend, Madeleine. And now, in her hour of need, he is there to rescue her…

The victim of a ruthless statesman, Madeleine, Comtesse du Beaune, has been abducted and sent to England to work in a brothel. Her greatest wish is to return home for Christmas, and her only hope of it is to marry Georges—though she will be his wife in name alone. Yet as they steal across the snowy countryside, Georges decides to woo her—with kisses that melt the winter’s frost and leave her longing for a holiday miracle…

Buy Links: Amazon  ~ Barnes & Noble  ~ Apple

Now it’s your turn!

 

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