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I have the very great pleasure of having Jo Bourne visit me today!! If you haven’t read any of her books you are in for a treat!! She is one of my favorite authors! She has also been generous enough to off one copy of her latest book to one of you! All you have to do is tell her you want it!

Now, without further to do, here is the cover!!

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The blurb.

Ten years ago he was a boy, given the name Thomas Paxton and sent by Revolutionary France to infiltrate the British Intelligence Service. Now his sense of honor brings him back to London, alone and unarmed, to confess. But instead of facing the gallows, he’s given one last impossible assignment to prove his loyalty.

Lovely, lying, former French spy Camille Leyland is dragged from her safe rural obscurity by threats and blackmail. Dusting off her spy skills, she sets out to track down a ruthless French fanatic and rescue the innocent victim he’s holding—only to find an old colleague already on the case. Pax.

Old friendship turns to new love, and as Pax and Camille’s dark secrets loom up from the past, Pax is left with a choice—go rogue from the Service or lose Camille forever…

And an excerpt!

She felt him carefully, deliberately, loosen his grip and slide his hands to manacle her arms.

“Here’s good advice,” he said.  “Don’t trust that man.  Don’t believe anything he promised.  And don’t lie to me.”

She could feel anger inside him, like the dark orange coal in a hearth that flares into fire unexpectedly, all at once.  She knew him in this mood.  In the Coach House, Devoir used to sit up at night, staring into the dark, brooding, radiating this kind of tightly wrapped rage.

He’d never let it loose.  She wondered if he’d do so now.  “Let’s talk first.  You can hurt me later, Devoir.”

“I’m not hurting you.  I’m not even making you nervous.”

“I beg to differ.”  Held this way, she couldn’t shrug, but he’d feel the twitch.

Somewhere in the long years, Pax had become tall.  She hadn’t needed to look up to talk to him when they were children.  He’d been thin, then.  Now he had the stripped-down frame of someone who’d pushed himself relentlessly, too hard and too long.

What does it say of a man that his hands are callused from fingertip to palm?  That is forearms were wire hard muscle under the skin?   She read years of self-discipline in his body where it weighed, honed and hard, against her.  There was no hint of compromise anywhere in the compendium of him.

She’d fought Devoir on the practice field when they were children.  Sometimes he’d won.  Sometimes she did.  They slapped the ground and stood up and began again.  If they fought now, she wouldn’t win without hurting him badly.  She might not win even then.

London was filled with amiable fools.  It was a pity one of them hadn’t waylaid her.  “This is pointless.  You don’t have to extract information from me like a toothdrawer pulling teeth.  Everything important is in that letter I sent to Meeks Street.  Read it.”

“It’s in code.”

“Decipher it.”  When the Fluffy Aunts came, they’d have it worked out in ten minutes.  She wriggled inside his hold, against his body.  “I haven’t been benign to you recently, but if I promise to be inoffensive for five or six minutes, will you give me enough space to scratch my nose?”

“Bear the discomfort.”

Supportez l’inconfortC’est votre sacrifice à la Révolution.  She remembered days, nights, hours, in the bare, inescapable training field and carrying a dozen different kinds of pain, body and mind.  The Tuteurs said, “Bear the discomfort.  It’s your sacrifice to the Revolution.”

In those days, Devoir had been a rock of strength for all of them, endlessly strong, endlessly patient.  She missed him.  This stranger was no substitute.

Paxton–she would think of him as Paxton–wrapped himself the whole length of her body, reading the tension of her bone and muscle, ready to predict any attack before she made the first twitch.  He was all inescapable force, intelligently applied.  One must applaud.

But any man on earth can be persuaded.  A judicious mixture of lies and truth could work wonders.  “You’re expecting great revelations.  I’d rather you didn’t.”

He made a disbelieving exhalation between his teeth.  That eloquent, familiar noise.  That was Devoir’s comment on so many of life’s small happenings.

His grip loosened slightly.  There was room to breathe.

Buy links: Amazon ~ Barnes and Noble

About Jo.

me 42Joanna lives in the foothills of the Blue Ridge with her family, a medium-sized mutt and a faux Himalayan cat.
She writes Historical Romances set in England and France during the Napoleonic Wars. She’s fascinated by that time and place – such passionate conviction and burning idealism … and really sexy clothes.

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It is release day for Madeleine’s Christmas Wish!!

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Yesterday on Sunday News I offered a free book. So many of you wanted copies, I picked two winners.  Congratulations to  Demetra and Christina Riggs!!

Here is the release tour schedule. There will be giveaways at some of the sites. Unfortunately, I don’t have all the links, but I will post them as they go live. Thank you all so much for your support!!

Madeline’s Christmas Wish Tour

10/27/14 – Romance At Random

10/27/14 – Romance Divas

10/27/14 – Mary Gramlich

10/27/14 – Manic Readers

10/27/14 – Readers Entertainment Magazine

10/27/14 & 10/29/14 – Karen’s Killer Book Bench

10/28/14 – SOS Aloha

10/28/14 – Miss Ivy’s Book Nook


10/28/14 – RomCon

10/28/14 – Fresh Fiction

10/29/14 – USA Today HEA


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Happy Sunday! I’ve been so busy trying to meet book deadlines and with boat stuff, that I did not realize that Madeleine’s Christmas Wish, my first novella in The Marriage Game series releases tomorrow!!

To celebrate I’m giving away an ebook copy to one of you who tell me you want it! And because I have not been doing much promotion, I’ll introduce you to the book!

I love the cover.

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The blurb.

The 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…

Praise for The Temptation of Lady Serena

“This charming, sweet love story is the perfect addition to the Marriage Game series.” –RT Book Reviews

And an excerpt!

“Dead? When?”

Even in the darkness, Madeleine could make out the shock in Georges’s face.

“About three months ago.” She blinked back her tears. “We were told he died after falling from a horse. Which makes no sense. He gave up riding after he injured his hip. They showed us his body and said his neck had been broken.”

“How many people knew he no longer rode?” Georges asked, his voice unusually calm.

She shook her head, trying to remember. “Hardly anyone. He did not wish to show any weakness. He’d always taken the coach when he traveled for business.”

“What of your brother?”

Armand was her twin and elder by five minutes. They had always been so close, she was surprised she hadn’t felt his death. Her head began to ache, and she rubbed her temples. “We have not heard from him since the war ended. All of us assumed the worse. My father was searching for Armand, or his body, when he was murdered.”

Georges’s brows snapped together. “Where was your brother?”

“With the army.”

He fought for Napoleon!” Georges’s tone was so furious she flinched.

What did he know about anything? His family had left France. She glared at him. “He fought for France! He fought for his family. When they offered him the commission it was a test of our loyalty. Armand dared not refuse.” Madeleine was surprised by how much she wanted Georges to understand, wanted his help in rescuing her mother and sister.  “He would have done anything for us.”

When he spoke again, the anger had leached from his voice. “Like you did. Which, if he is dead, leaves you . . . ?”

“Comtesse du Beaune.” She had not wanted the burden; still it was hers, as was the responsibility to protect her family.

Perhaps when she had discovered the men transporting her were avoiding Paris, she’d been stupid not to insist they take her to the capital, so that she could seek help. Yet she’d been so afraid for her sister. If the men had lost her, they might have gone back for Genevieve. Non. She could not think that way. She’d find a way to bring her family here, where they would be secure. Then she’d return to Beaune and preserve her family’s heritage and what her father had loved.

Buy links: Amazon ~ B&N ~ Apple

Please follow the blog tour. The information will be posted on my FB page and on my website.

This is also a huge guest author week. Two New York Times bestselling authors will be vising. Johanna Bourne on Thursday and Cheryl Bolen on Friday!!

As for the boat, my Panda washer/dryer arrived the other day.

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Now I’m off to stain shelves for the pantry.

What did you do last week?


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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.

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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.


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!



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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.



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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Please welcome Collette Cameron back to the blog. Collette is here today to tell you about book The Earl’s Enticement! And she’ll be giving away a copy to one of you. Just leave a comment telling her you want it.

We start with the cover!

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Here is the blurb!

She won’t be tamed.

A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.

He can’t forget.

Haunted by his past, Roark, The Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.

Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement.

He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.


An excerpt:

Under the blessed shade of the large oak grove, Roark hopped to the ground. The gentlest of breezes tickled the tree’s leaves, their soft rustling filling the glen with a soothing refrain. He swiftly followed Miss Ferguson across the picnic area.

She’d snapped her parasol closed, then unceremoniously clambered from the landau, before dashing toward Helene’s carriage.

He didn’t like the way Miss Ferguson wielded the parasol or the look of outraged determination on her face.

Even infuriated, and stamping in her haste, her hips swayed enticingly. Others had begun to take note of her, and conversations dwindled before stopping altogether.

His guests stepped aside, opening a pathway for her as she bustled the short distance to the barouche.

If the situation wasn’t so dire, he’d permit the laugh tickling his lips. It was ridiculous. Her petite figure stampeding to rescue the pup, or ring Freidrick a peal, and everyone edging away, was chuckle-worthy.

Where was her family?

Ah, they too were moving as a unit to intercept her; the women from the left, the men from the right. They wouldn’t make it in time.

And neither, by God, would he.

How could she move so fast in that gown? Its ruffled hem didn’t allow long strides. Light blue stockings, embroidered ivory clocks at the heels, peeped out each time she took a hurried step.

She raised her closed parasol over her shoulder, like a knight with a sword.

Oh hell. He didn’t like the looks of this. Her first public jaunt, and she was going to make a bloody scene, devil seize it.

He picked up his pace, covering the ground with long strides just short of a trot, hoping to avert a disaster before it occurred.


BUY LINK: Amazon


About Collette:

Collette CameronAward winning, best-selling author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. Author of the Castle Brides Series and Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, Collette writes Regency and Scottish historicals and makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and five mini dachshunds. Mother to three and a self-proclaimed Cadbury Chocolate chocoholic, Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, trivia, and all things shabby chic. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.


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Happy Sunday!

Let’s start with the winner of Grace Burrowes’s book!! Congratulations to Sherry Lady Needs coverTeed!










I had a print copy of The Seduction of Lady Phoebe show up in my mail this week. The only thing to do is sign it and send it to one of you. Tell me you’d like the book The Seduction of Lad#C46729and you’ll be entered in the drawing.

My week has been taken up with editing, packing, and being rejected for the boat we wanted. We have our eyes on a couple of others.




My editor emailed me the blurb for A Kiss for Lady Mary which will release in May 2015!

Ella Quinn’s bachelors do as they like and take what they want. But when the objects of their desire are bold, beautiful women, the rules of the game always seem to change…

Handsome, charming, and heir to a powerful Viscount, Christopher “Kit” Featherton is everything a woman could want—except interested in marriage. So when he hears that someone on his estate near the Scottish border is claiming to be his wife, Kit sets off to investigate.

Since her parents’ death, Lady Mary Tolliver has been hounded by her cousin, a fortune-hunting fool after her inheritance. Refusing to settle for anything less than love, Mary escapes to the isolated estate of rakish bachelor, Kit Featherton. Knowing he prefers Court to the country, she believes she will be safe. But when Kit unexpectedly returns, her pretend marriage begins to feel seductively real…


For fun, we’ve been watching the kitten.

She discovered the washing machine.

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Raphaella decided to go for a stroll and was taken in by a nice woman who thought she was lost, put her on the balcony, and left for a couple of hours. Raphaella was not happy when I called her and she couldn’t get to me. She also completely disagreed with the woman’s version of events. Her story was that she’d lain down for a short rest and was catnapped. She wanted to know why it took me so long to pay the ransom.

What have you been doing this week?



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