Archive for November, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time of friends, family, and sharing, so Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.


I’ll be back on Sunday with Sunday News, and the winner of the title contest. I hope to see you then.

Warm regards,


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I’m on Karen’s Killer Books with an excerpt of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh and a give away today. Look where I am today!! http://bit.ly/1fITmYB. But I thought you’d enjoy this as well.

Writers In The Storm Blog

Happy Turkey Day Eve!

No time to talk turkey today – I know most of you need to get back to the last lap of NaNoWriMo. I am just going to jump right in with one of my favorite quotes about fiction writing from On Writing Horror, a book put together by The Horror Writers Association. Don’t click away if Horror isn’t your genre!  I’ve found many gems within the pages of this book that could be used with ALL genres.

Horror fiction deals in aberrations—aberrations of nature and circumstance, of fate and destiny, of the cosmic and the exquisitely human. Of these facets, the most memorable and compelling are the humans who populate the writer’s fictional world. Through their eyes, the reader is able to behold existence from a unique and unexpected perspective. The reader is able to live another human’s endeavor in order to understand, avoid, or…

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Monday Excerpts will be back next week. Today I’m honored to be on Karen’s Killer Book Bench with a giveaway of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh!! Please come by and visit!

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh

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This has been a pretty quite week. I’ve not received the names of the winners from the blogs I’ve been on, and, due to a cyber glitch, my editor has not selected a title yet. We do have one book winner though!!

CongratulationsMelissa Keir won Anne Cleeland’s book!! Congratulations, Melissa!!

Except for a wonderful day spent with fellow author, Amy Pfaff, when she came in on a cruise ship, I’ve spent most of the week working on my Christmas novella for 2014. This is Georges and Madeleine’s story. If you’ve read The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, you’ll remember the not always very likable, shadowy French guy. Having to limit my word count to 25,000 is a real struggle for me, but it will get done. I also foresee lots of editing.

Here is an excerpt. Tell me what you think.

September 1814, Beaune, France

Madeleine, Comtesse du Beaune, laid her pen down on the old cherry desk. Thank the Lord she had a head for numbers. Each vineyard, even the ones that held only one or two rows were accounted for. If only the central government had allowed her to completely take her father’s position as négociant. Better a wine-trader than a dead Aristo or a pauper, papa had said. Mamma had begged him to take the family to England, but he would not leave France. Yet now he was dead, and no one could explain how it had come about. After all, a man who did not ride horses anymore could hardly fall off one and break his neck. What was worse was Monsieur Coupe, the person who had been assigned to oversee Madeleine’s work.

A knock sounded on the door, and it opened. “Milady, Monsieur Coupe”—her butler, Durant’s, lip lifted in a sneer—“is here to see you.”

She’d like to cut Monsieur Coupe’s male parts off and feed them to the pig.

This time of year Magen’s gets every north swell going. It makes walking a challenge, and paddle boarding not much fun. So, I’m taking you to Secret Harbor on the East end of the island.

Secret Harbor

I wasn’t the only one paddling. People paddling

I love seeing the boats.


So what do you think of the new beach?

Have a wonderful week,


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Please welcome Anne Cleeland to the blog today. Anne is giving away a copy of her book, Murder in Thrall, and talking about secondary characters, one of my favorite topics.

Here is the cover.



And the blurb.

From Anne Cleeland comes the first in a captivating new mystery series, following the perilous exploits of two Scotland Yard detectives as they track down London’s most elusive killer.  .  .

First-year detective Kathleen Doyle and Chief Inspector Michael Sinclair, Lord Acton, are a most unlikely pair. An Irish redhead of humble beginnings and modest means, Doyle is the antithesis of Acton, the British lord who has established himself as a brilliant but enigmatic figure with a knack for solving London’s most high profile homicides. But Acton senses something exceptional beneath Doyle’s awkward naiveté and taps her to help him with his investigations. And her spot-on intuition is just what he needs to solve a chilling string of murders.  .  .

When a horse trainer is found dead at a racetrack, Doyle and Acton begin interviewing witnesses and the victim’s associates, but the killer continues to strike and they’re left with more questions than answers. Their investigation is further muddled by their colleagues at CID Headquarters, whose career-driven jealousies and workplace blunders could jeopardize the case–and their nosing into the nature of Doyle and Acton’s after hours relationship could lay bare the most classified information of all.  .  .

Perhaps the trainer was the target of a jilted lover on a killing spree. Or maybe the victims were collateral damage in a political coup gone awry. As the murders pile up, Doyle and Acton uncover something far more sadistic than they could have imagined, and now that they know too much, they’ll find themselves squarely in the crosshairs of a cold-blooded killer.  .  .

Buy link: Amazon

Scheming Rivals and Deplorable Relatives: How Minor Characters Enrich a Romance

            Although opinions may vary, a list of the best romances of all time would probably include these four stories near the top:  Pride and Prejudice, Outlander, Jane Eyre, and Twilight.

What do these stories have in common?  The heroine has a Deplorable Relative as well as a Scheming Rival.  But that’s not all; the heroine also has a Kind Friend to confide in, a Despicable Villain to best, and at least one acquaintance who seems impossibly good.

Notice that—while the heroine is usually a complex combination of character traits—the secondary players all tend to fit into time-honored roles, almost as though they are placeholders.  There’s a reason for this, and it’s been the same reason since fairy tales were first recited: it makes for a very satisfying story.

In Pride and Prejudice, Lizzie and Darcy’s happily ever after is made all the more sweet because we know Caroline Bingley is gnashing her teeth in frustrated rage somewhere.  Ditto for Blanche Ingram in Jane Eyre who is—when you think about it—the same character as Caroline Bingley, and the same character as the Baroness von Schraeder in The Sound of Music, and the same character as either of the wicked stepsisters (take your pick) in Cinderella.  We get an extra measure of satisfaction when the union of the lovers also thwarts the Mean Girl, who didn’t deserve the hero in the first place.

Another staple character is the Deplorable Relative—which probably strikes such a chord because everyone has one.  The heroine is related to someone she’d rather not be related to, and it serves as another source of hardship.  Again, there is a fairy tale aspect to this element; Mrs. Bennet may not be wicked, but she is an embarrassment to Lizzie and one more reason she is ineligible as a potential bride.   Mrs. Reed is downright wicked to Jane, even after her promise to Jane’s dead uncle.  Bella’s mother sets all events in train by marrying someone unsuitable, and Dougal MacKenzie is not exactly what you would call a supportive uncle-in-law.

Of course, there are always exceptions to these placeholder roles—in Gone with the Wind, the Scheming Rival is the heroine of the story, after all—but in general, the addition of these tried-and-true characters helps to make a story three-dimensional and in a satisfying way, predictable.  As soon as we realize there is a Scheming Rival, we happily settle in to await her inevitable comeuppance.   When we are introduced to the Deplorable Relative, we are immediately aware that he or she will contribute to the conflict in the story—because that’s what Deplorable Relatives always do. And although we weep when the Impossibly Good Person dies, we saw it coming from a mile away.

In Daughter of the God-King, one of the secondary characters is the heroine’s companion, Bing.   Before I sold the story, an agent was very taken with this character, and suggested that I concoct a “story arc” for her.  I respectfully disagreed; Bing is the placeholder for the Staunch Supporter and in my view has no business competing with the heroine’s storyline.

The classic romance is all about the heroine—the heroine and her journey to happily ever after.  This being said, the storyline is enhanced many times over when along that journey the heroine interacts with interesting secondary characters—whether they be Staunch Supporters,  Vile Betrayers, or Kindly Benefactors.  It’s no coincidence that many of our favorite stories have a large, well-drawn supporting cast, and the heroine becomes a stronger and more compelling character because of it.

Who are your favorite secondary characters, and why?

Anne CleelandAnne Cleeland is the author of Murder in Thrall, the first book in a new mystery series featuring Acton and Doyle, two Scotland Yard detectives.   She is an attorney living in California, and also writes a historical fiction series.  Her website is http://www.annecleeland.com.

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As all of you know, I’m very fond of WITS posts. They’ve helped me quite a bit. If you like them as well, here is your chance to help.

Writers In The Storm Blog

Jenny Hansen here, popping in to share some topics we’ve been buzzing about behind the scenes at Writers In The Storm.

First of all, this is our 500th post. That is so unbelievable to me. Four years ago, when we started this blog, we had no idea where it would go, or that we’d find nearly this much to post about. THANK YOU for taking the journey with us!

This milestone brings up a second one on our list of goals:

Write To Done’s yearly contest, the8th Annual Top 10 Blogs For Writers Contest 2013 is happening right now! They’re soliciting nominations for the Top 10 Blogs for Writers of 2013 and I’ve had Laura breathing down my neck about it.

(She’s that way, you know…why do you think she has 3 books out in a year?)

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Due to the blog tour, I missed last week. So today, post any excerpt of 500 words or less. Keep it PG-13. I also invite you to post your buy links and social medial info.

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh


Here is mine from my new release, and Amazon bestseller, The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh.

Anna was at the table with her breakfast plate and had poured a cup of tea when Rutherford walked in.

She blinked. “What would you like?”

“Tea and food?” He smiled, charmingly.

“Help yourself to the dishes on the sideboard.” She waved her hand in the direction. “I’ll serve you tea. Are you early, or am I late?”

“I’m early. I awoke at dawn, and rather than bothering my staff, I came here. I knew you’d be up. Besides, I rather like the idea of eating breakfast with you.” He’d like the idea even more if he’d woken up with her. Anna blushed as if she’d heard him. “Where would you like to ride this morning?”

She tilted her head first one way then the other. “Hmm, I don’t know. Where would you like to go?”

He studied her face. “Not really fair turning the question back to me. I haven’t ridden the beach in a while. What do you think?”

A smile dawned on her beautiful face and grew broad. “The beach it is.”

Less than an hour later, they entered the shoreline from the opposite end of the one he was on last night. They walked their horses for a while, before nudging them faster, galloping down the beach. Rutherford tried to look for any changes since the last time he’d been here, but it was too long ago.

He hung back a little to watch Anna ride. A creature of nature. She infected him with the same desire to be free.

Race,” he called.

She urged Thunderer faster. Her horse was a good seventeen three hands. He’d been there when Harry had bought the horse for Anna and had tried to talk Harry out of giving such a large horse to his little sister. Harry had remained firm, saying Anna rode as well as either of them, and that she deserved the same type of horse. It occurred to Rutherford his friend had been right. Anna reached the end of the beach with Rutherford behind.

She turned, smiling. “Did you let me win?”

“No. You did have a head start though. I should have called the race when I was even with you.”

Anna glanced narrowly at him, as if she didn’t believe him.

“I was thinking about when Harry bought him for you.”

“Ah. Did you approve?”

He smiled ruefully. “Not at the time. I can see now why he did it.”

She grinned. “I’ll let you race me back.”

“You call the mark.”

“Very well, on three. One, two, THREE!”

She took off at full pelt. It was all he could do to come in on her tail. They walked the heaving horses into the surf to cool them down and then back up the path to the cliffs.

“I love it here,” she said. “I love the wildness, the sea, the air. I love everything about it. I want to stay here forever.”

Buy links:

Amazon US ~ Amazon Canada ~  Amazon France  ~  Amazon Germany ~ Amazon UK Barns & Nobel ~ Kensington * iTunes

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Good morning. Congratulations to Eileen Dandashi for winning Regina Jeffers’s book!!

I’m on Bookworm 2 Bookworm blog today with a new excerpt from The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, and a giveaway. They have also done a lovely review for the book. I’d love it if you stopped by.

It was a busy week. I had the copy-edits for Desiring Lady Caro due on Thursday. Then, as soon as I sent them in, my editor wanted the final manuscript for book #5.  Thanks to all of you, I have lots of good choices for title. I’ve already sent them to my editor. I’ll let you know as soon as he picks one.

The bay was pretty rough this week, so no sand castles or other art. This gives you an idea of the surf.


The waves have been so high, the sand started to bury the picnic table.

Picnic table being burried

As you can see here, the outlet from the mangrove swamp is sanded in again.

Swamp sanded in

We had a visiting catamaran.

Visiting Catamaran

Have a wonderful week.


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Please help me welcome the lovely Regency author Regina Jeffers. I’m so happy to have Regina back on the blog. Regina is going to be telling you about her Realm  Series, and giving away a copy of the latest release,  A Touch of Love.

After publishing Austen-based novels, this is your first series. Tell us something about the Realm, Regina.

The Realm is a covert group working for the British government. They rescue British citizens, bring about diplomatic portals, etc. Its members are titled aristocrats and minor sons–therefore, the name “the Realm.” The members in this series number seven: James Kerrington, Viscount Worthing (and future Earl of Linworth); Brantley Fowler, the Duke of Thornhill; Gabriel Crowden, Marquis of Godown; Aidan Kimbolt, Viscount Lexford; Marcus Wellston, the Earl of Berwick; Baron John Swenton, and Sir Carter Lowery, the youngest son of Baron Blakehell. These men have served together for several years in India and Persia, and they possess a stout camaraderie. Each holds reason for fleeing his home and title to serve his country, and each must reclaim his place in Society, while still occasionally executing a mission in the name of the government. Unfortunately, not only must these men fight their own demons, they must foil the plans of Shaheed Mir, a Baloch warlord, who believes one of them has stolen a fist-sized emerald; and Mir means to have it back or to know his revenge.

 Why have you chosen to include very “modern” issues in a Regency-based romance series?

Just because life appears “simpler” does not mean Regency England did not reek of scandal. Women lacked options. Even women of a wealthier class were the property of first, their fathers, and then their husbands. So, for example, Lady Eleanor Fowler (The Scandal of Lady Eleanor) becomes a victim of familial abuse. When her mother dies, her father’s debauched lifestyle invades Eleanor’s privacy, and she is sucked into a situation because she “loves” a parent who does not really understand the meaning of the word. Eleanor’s brother Brantley escaped the Duke of Thornhill’s hold on his household, but Eleanor is left behind to cope in the only way she knows how: Survive. In A Touch of Cashémere the main character escapes from a religious fanatic; in A Touch of Mercy, Aidan Kimbolt discovers the extent to which his late wife’s parents have gone to secure their daughter a title, and in A Touch of Love the main characters deal with both the Sephardic and Ashkenazi sects of the Jewish nations. I keep the Regency romance formula, but I add a twist of reality to each book.

 After eight successful Jane Austen related novels, how do you feel about leaving Miss Austen behind?

Well, first, I am certainly not deserting my Austen sequels and adaptations. I am currently writing another Austen-inspired mystery, tentatively entitled The Prosecution of Colonel Fitzwilliam. Yet, I must admit it is liberating to write a story from beginning to end, without a framework in place. When an author tackles an Austen storyline, he/she must stay somewhat true to the original characters or “suffer the ire” of Janeites. In my Austen books, I work in Austen’s original wording and use what I know of the lady. With this series, I have been able to create the characters and the conflict without my readers having a preconceived idea of how the story must go. Plus, when I returned to my current Austen book, I was happy to see “my old friends” again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder rather than out of sight, out of mind.

Here is the lovely the cover.


Now the blurb.

“The first fully original series from Austen pastiche author Jeffers is a knockout.”

Publishers Weekly

The REALM has returned to England to claim the titles they left behind. Each man holds to the fleeting dream of finally knowing love and home, but first he must face his old enemy Shaheed Mir, a Baloch warlord, who believes one of the group has stolen a fist-sized emerald. Mir will have the emerald’s return or will exact his bloody revenge..

Aristotle Pennington has groomed SIR CARTER LOWERY as his successor as the Realm’s leader, and Carter has thought of little else for years. He has handcrafted his life, filled it with duties and responsibilities, and eventually, he will choose a marriage of convenience to bolster his career; yet, Lucinda Warren is a temptation he cannot resist. Every time he touches her, he recognizes his mistake because his desire for her is not easily quenched. To complicate matters, it was Mrs. Warren’s father, Colonel Roderick Rightnour, whom Sir Carter replaced at the Battle of Waterloo, an action which had named Carter a national hero and her father a failure as a military strategist.

LUCINDA WARREN’s late husband has left her to tend to a child belonging to another woman and has drowned her in multiple scandals. Her only hope to discover the boy’s true parentage and to remove her name from the lips of the ton’s censors is Sir Carter Lowery, a man who causes her body to course with awareness, as if he had etched his name upon her soul. Fate cruel twists have thrown them together three times, and Lucinda prays to hold off her cry for completion long enough to deny her heart and to release Sir Carter to his future: A future to which she will never belong.

An Excerpt:

He had followed Jamot’s trail for three days, and with each frustrating dead end, his temper had grown tighter. An informant had claimed Jamot frequented an inn on Surrey’s southern border, and so Carter and Monroe had donned their working clothes to assume a familiar role as ex-soldiers searching for gainful employment. Carter had tethered their horses in the woods behind the inn, and they had approached on foot. He feigned a limp as they entered the open room. The movement was not so foreign a feeling. After Waterloo, it had taken him several months to walk normally after a surgeon had dug a French bullet from his thigh.

He and Monroe pushed past the hovering innkeeper and sought a table in a dark corner. When the busty barmaid arrived with two beers for which neither he nor Monroe had placed an order, Carter slid a coin across the table. “What if we wished yer best brandy?” he asked caustically.

“You, Gents, kant ‘ford no brandy,” she said saucily. “Besides, the brandy be watered down.” She smiled a toothy grin at Monroe. “Ye be requirin’ anything else, ye ask fer Nell.”

When she strolled away, purposely twitching her hips, Monroe leaned Carter’s way. “I would be afeared of what I might take with me from the fair Nell’s bed.”

Carter chuckled. “Aye, a man must be careful with whom he shares his time.” Immediately, he thought of the “fair Lucinda Warren” and knew he would gladly share whatever she offered.

Monroe jabbed Carter in the side with his elbow. “Is that Jamot at the bar’s end? Beside the man with the gray hair.”

Carter’s heart rate jumped: Monroe’s keen eyes had cut through the shadows and the tobacco smoke to discover their man across a crowded room. It was the closest Carter had been to Jamot in over the year. Unfortunately, there were some two-dozen people between him and the Baloch. His eyes searched the room for possible escape routes, as well as for accomplices. For a year, he had investigated Jamot’s associates in the opium ring, but this was a new group of compatriots. The majority of England’s smugglers were villagers and farmers. Few were harden criminals: Most wished only to supplement their meager incomes. Some thought they had a right to the goods denied them by embargos and treaties and political maneuverings. Despite their lack of training and motivation, Carter held no doubt Jamot’s latest companions would fight to protect the Baloch.

“I will attempt to move closer,” he said under his breath. “There are too many innocents between Jamot and us, and the Baloch has never been ashamed of placing others between him and a bullet. Stay alert and watch for my signal.” Monroe nodded. Carter rose slowly, giving any watchful eyes the impression he had had too much to drink. Keeping his back to the room, he staggered between the tables, pausing occasionally to slap one of the locals on the back in a friendly manner and to motion to Nell to bring a round of drink for a table he had jostled.

Throughout his antics, he kept one eye on the Baloch. Jamot had yet to look up at him. The Realm’s enemy appeared deep in conversation with a man who was dressed a bit too finely for those who regularly patronized the Rising Son. Within fifteen feet of a man he had sought for more than two years, Carter leaned heavily on the lip of the bar. With his head down, he reached into an inside pocket to ease a specially crafted pistol into his palm. Now, it was a matter of waiting. He would wait until the three men arguing over the price of grain shifted from the line of fire, and then he would make his move.

However, the farmers tarried, and Jamot had become irritated with his companion, and before Carter could react Jamot sat his mug heavily upon the bar’s marred surface and turned toward the exit.

Carter snapped into action a second behind the Baloch. “Jamot!” he called over the din of voices as he lifted the gun for a safe shot. Shouts of dismay filled the air while people scrambled from the way, but Carter’s focus remained on the Realm’s long-time enemy.

The Baloch froze and lifted his hands in the air in casual surrender. Too casual for Carter’s liking. “Monroe?” he called without turning his head.

“Aye, Sir.”

“Search Jamot, but be wary. Our friend is known for his caginess.” Monroe cautiously knelt behind the Baloch and bent to run his hands over Jamot’s person. To the room, Carter announced, “I am an agent of the King, and I mean no one harm. I have searched for this man for more than two years. He is charged with murder and kidnapping.” Carter would not mention Jamot’s dealing in illegal goods. Those who crouched in anticipation of what would occur next could construe his words to mean the unlawful brandy easily found in eastern English homes.

Jamot flinched when Monroe fished a pistol from his jacket pocket, but, otherwise, the Baloch did not move, and neither did anyone else in the room. The tension clung to Carter’s shoulders, and he was glad when Jamot spoke. It brought life to a terrible tableau.

“Your disguise was most effective, Sir Carter,” the Baloch said with an ironic sneer. “I must remember your ability to assimilate for when next we meet.”

Carter said defiantly, “There will be no next time, Jamot. Your mission for Shaheed Mir has reached its end.”

Jamot snorted his contempt. “It is only over when I discover Mir’s prize.”

“Each of your previous attempts have proved futile,” Carter countered, choking back his anger.

The Baloch smiled wryly. “But there are two remaining who could prove guilty.”

Carter would not argue with his enemy. “Step away, Monroe.” He gestured with the gun he still held upon the Baloch. “Everyone remain where you are, and we will trouble you no further.” He stepped around the men hunkered down before the bar to approach Jamot. “No impulsive moves,” he warned. “I would prefer to escort you to London alive, but I would hold no qualms in seeing your body slung over a saddle.”

Jamot smirked, “And here I had come to think you held a fondness for the likes of me.”

“Monroe, you are to provide cover,” Carter ordered as he gestured Jamot toward the door.

* * *

Lucinda had finally convinced the boy to sleep. “He be a good lad, Mrs. Warren,” Mr. Watkins assured. “All at the estate say so. Ye shud be proud of him, Ma’am.”

She would not abuse the coachman for his error. “If Sir Carter does not arrive this evening, I suppose we should return to Kent tomorrow. I cannot imagine the reason for the baronet’s delay, but we cannot remain in these quarters. If it were not so late, I would press you to return tonight.”

“It is not like Sir Carter to mislead a person, but I agree, Ma’am. This not be fit quarters for a lady.” He reached for the door’s handle. “I’ll check the room below for the baronet, and then I be retrieving my roll from the coach. I make me bed outside yer door.”

Lucinda caught the man’s rough hand. “I do not know how to thank you for your kindness. Simon and I are in your debt.”

“It be likely the baronet come lookin’ fer ye when he arrives,” Watkins declared in all earnestness. “Sir Carter would have me hide if’n I not see to yer safety.”

Lucinda thought the baronet sorely lacking in his concern for her, but she kept her thoughts to herself. “I hope you correct, Mr. Watkins. If not, Simon and I shall be prepared to depart early.” She swung the door wide.

* * *

He had prodded Jamot with a nudge of the Baloch’s shoulder, but just as Carter fell into step behind the man, a shot rang out, and from his eye’s corner, he saw Monroe spin away from the room before clawing at the wall behind him. Carter’s natural reflexes reached for the young recruit, permitting Jamot his opportunity. The Baloch bolted for the stairs.

Carter caught Monroe and braced the young man’s slide to a seated position before following Jamot. He fished a handkerchief from an inside pocket and shoved it into Monroe’s hand. “Hold tight,” he ordered before he cautiously climbed the steps, his gun hand leading the way and at the ready. As he passed each closed door, he caught the handle to swing it wide. Yet, the Baloch had disappeared. Carter was near to abandoning his search when he turned a corner to discover his worst nightmare.

* * *

She certainly had not expected a stranger upon her portal when she had opened the door for Mr. Watkins, and she had not reacted quickly enough to prevent the intruder from capturing her about the neck and dragging her toward an open draft window.

Lucinda fought for her life. She dug her nails into the man’s meaty hands, but her efforts were of little note. The man was too tall and too strong for her to prevent him from executing whatever mischief he chose. He tugged her along, half carrying her, and Lucinda fully expected to be tossed out the open window. She heard Mr. Watkins scramble to recover from the blow her captor had placed across the coachman’s chest, but Lucinda knew the elderly driver no match for the man who held her pressed tight to his chest.

“Release her!” a familiar voice growled lethally. His cold tone sucked the air from the passageway. If she could have uttered a sound, Lucinda would have cheered Sir Carter’s arrival. She squirmed to throw her attacker off balance, but a steady gaze from the baronet stilled her efforts. He said with hesitation, “I repeat, Jamot: Release the lady.”

“And why would I do as you ask?” the Baloch taunted.

Lucinda’s heart clenched with dread as she looked upon Sir Carter’s countenance. It physically pained the baronet to speak his offer. “Permit the lady her freedom, and I will not give chase. You will live to fight the next battle. What say you, Jamot?”

Buy Links:

Buy Links

Amazon ~ Create Space  ~ Kindle (available in US, UK, Canada, etc.)

Books in the Realm Series

The Scandal of Lady Eleanor (aka A Touch of Love) – Book 1 (James Kerrington and Eleanor Fowler)

A Touch of Velvet – Book 2 (Brantley Fowler and Velvet Aldridge)

A Touch of Cashémere – Book 3 (Marcus Wellston and Cashémere Aldridge)

A Touch of Grace – Book 4 (Gabriel Crowden and Grace Nelson)

A Touch of Mercy – Book 5 (Aidan Kimbolt and Mercy Nelson)

A Touch of Love – Book 6 (Carter Lowery and Lucinda Warren)

A Touch of Honor – Book 7 (John Swenton and Isolde Neville) – released early 2014

A Touch of Emeralds – Book 8 (the series conclusion) – released early fall 2014

About Regina:

Regina-270x300 Regina Jeffers is the author of several Austen-inspired novels, including Darcy’s Passions, Darcy’s Temptation, Vampire Darcy’s Desire, Captain Wentworth’s Persuasion, The Phantom of Pemberley, Christmas at Pemberley, The Disappearance of Georgiana Darcy, Honor and Hope and The Mysterious Death of Mr. Darcy. She also writes Regency romances: The Scandal of Lady Eleanor, A Touch of Velvet, A Touch of Cashémere, A Touch of Grace, A Touch of Mercy, A Touch of Love and The First Wives’ Club. A Time Warner Star Teacher and Martha Holden Jennings Scholar, Jeffers often serves as a consultant in language arts and media literacy. Currently living outside Charlotte, North Carolina, she spends her time with her writing, gardening, and her adorable grandson and her new granddaughter.




Twitter – @reginajeffers

Facebook – Regina Jeffers

(Books available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, Joseph Beth, and Ulysses Press.)




The Phantom of Pemberley – SOLA’s Fifth Annual Dixie Kane Memorial Awards – 3rd Place – Romantic Suspense

Darcy’s Temptation – 2009 Booksellers’ Best Award Finalist – Long Historical

The Scandal of Lady Eleanor – Write Touch Readers’ Award – 2nd Place – Historical Romance

A Touch of Grace – SOLA’s Seventh Annual Dixie Kane Memorial Awards – 3rd Place – Historical Romance

The First Wives’ Club – SOLA’s Seventh Annual Dixie Kane Memorial Awards – Honorable Mention – Historical Romance

Christmas at Pemberley – 2011 Booksellers’ Best Award Finalist – Inspirational Romance; Second Place, General Fiction, New England Book Festival

The Mysterious Death of Mr. Darcy – SOLA’s Eighth Annual Dixie Kane Awards – Honorable Mention – Romantic Suspense

Angel and the Devil Duke – SOLA’s Eighth Annual Dixie Kane Awards – 3rd Place- Historical Romance

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It’s time to put your thinking caps on.

My editor and I cannot agree on a title for book #5 in my series, The Marriage Game, so I decided to have a contest to chose the title. My original plan was to hold it on Facebook, but quite frankly, I get lost on all the posts, so I’m going to have here where I know I’ll see all the entries. The contest will run until Saturday, November 16th. The winner will receive a signed copy of the book, acknowledgement in the book for coming up with the winning title, lunch with me at either the Romantic Times convention in New Orleans, or RWA Nationals, or  a basket of Caribbean spices.

The title must have the heroine’s name in it in some form. Book #4 is entitled Desiring Lady Caro.

Here is a blurb so you know what the story is about.

William, Viscount Wivenly, is determined to escape marriage minded ladies before his luck runs out, and he’s trapped. When asked to investigate the problems surrounding his deceased great-uncle’s family, William jumps at the chance to assist. Yet after arriving in the West Indies, his attention is drawn to a sultry, young French widow. Now all he can think about his making her his mistress.

Life has not been easy for Miss Eugénie Villaret de Joyeuse since her step-father, Nathan Wivenly, died. She’s had to continue their work freeing slaves, hold her family together, and discover why the business is mysteriously losing money. She doesn’t have time for a spoiled Englishman whose kisses ignite her passion.

When Will learns his widow is in fact an innocent and his father’s ward, he immediately proposes marriage, on his terms. Yet Eugénie has something else in store for the arrogant viscount. If he wants her hand in marriage, he’ll have to work for it.

My editor will pick the winner. Good luck and tell your friends!


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