As you’ve probably noticed, internet has been spotty at best. I think I’ve got a handle on it now, though.
Let’s get things started by announcing book winners!!
Congratulations to Kimberlie Lange for winning Collette’s book! And Congratulations Linda Thumb for winning Eileen’s book!!
I want to encourage you to pre-order the Passionate Promises box set that will release in February!
Here is what you’ll get:
Nine Promises to Stir Your Passions from USA Today Bestselling and Award-Winning Authors.
Enter the dazzling world of brawny Vikings, Regency rogues, and sexy scoundrels as they take you on one romantic journey after the other in these tantalizing historicals filled with betrayal, intrigue, and passion.
Stirring Passions by Maggi Andersen
A Kiss for Miss Kingsley by Collette Cameron
To Challenge the Earl of Cravenswood by Bronwen Evans
A Highwayman’s Honor by Michelle McLean
Lord Quickthorn’s Bargain by Barbara Monajem
A Promise of Love by Ella Quinn
Wanted by the Warrior by Violetta Rand
A Pledge of Passion by Victoria Vane
Never Tempt a Rogue by Christy Carlyle
I don’t have a blurb yet, but I can give you an excerpt of A Promise of Love!
April 1817, London
Lord Francis (Frank) Trevor glanced around the brilliantly lit ballroom wondering what the devil he was doing there. As the second son of the Duke of Somerset, one might suppose he would be used to the ton. And one would be mistaken. Other than the brief period of time he’d spent on the town during a university holiday, he had been acting as his father’s factor. A job that by rights belonged to his eldest brother Damon, Marquis of Hawksworth. His father’s heir.
Frank hadn’t even had a holiday from running the dukedom’s estates. He was chafing at running in his father’s harness. It was not in his nature to be constantly under another man’s boot. Lately, he had been searching for a way to change his life. He had also become a bit short tempered. Perhaps that was the reason that as soon as Father had departed for Scotland with a few of his cronies Mama had decided Frank could benefit from a touch of Town bronze. How the hell that was supposed to help him when he dealt mainly with crops and animals, he had no idea.
He might as well realize he was trapped in a life he did not want and had no hope of employment outside of slaving for his father. If he even attempted to find another position, the duke would ensure he never got it. And after Damon’s marriage to Meg Featherton at Christmas, their father had made very clear that in the future he would be making any necessary matches for his children.
Ergo, being here was a waste of time and money, though, thankfully, not his own.
A glass of wine was pressed into his hand. “Frank, you are supposed to be having fun.” His brother, Damon had the same a lazy smile on his face he’d worn since marrying Meg. “Not looking as if you’re facing a hanging.”
Frank took a long pull on the wine. “I am merely having trouble knowing where to start. How did you manage to talk father into this visit?”
“Ah, well.” Rather than answering his question, his brother scanned the crowd. “Your mother decided it was time you were introduced to some of the ladies. I believe she also felt you were due for a little time away from the estate.”
As if he would really be allowed to choose his own bride. “Did she happen to send you a list of ladies of whom father would approve?”
Damon languidly raised his hand, and they were almost immediately joined by Meg, his wife of four months, and the young lady she had in tow.
On to boat news. We’re still sailing around the Virgin Islands, US and British. It looks as if we’ll be here for Christmas.
On Tuesday we’re back to the BVI for a week or so.
How have you been?