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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

Buy links:

  • Buy for Amazon Kindle
  • Buy at Amazon.com Canada
  • Buy at Amazon.com UK
  • Buy for Barnes and Noble Nook
  • Buy from iTunes / iBooks
  • Buy from Kobo


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?”

“Ah, no.”

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.

Race Horses swimming Red Hook anchorage Red Hook 2 Rainbow from STYC




































On Tuesday we’re back to the BVI for a week or so.

How have you been?









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While I’m off to Europe, I’m turning the blog over to multi-published Regency author Bronwen Evans. Bronwen is going to tell you about why she likes writing Regencies, and she has a giveaway.

But first I’m going to show you the fabulous cover of her latest release, A Kiss of Lies!


Take it away Bron!!

10 Reasons Why I LOVE Writing the Beginning of a Series – Bronwen Evans

I love reading a romance series, so it’s no surprise that I absolutely love writing them. 2014 is going to be a busy year for me. I have a new Regency romance series, The Disgraced Lords, underway. A group of six rakes nickname the Libertine Scholars because they are firm friends from school days, face a common enemy bent on destroying them.

The series kicks off with book #1, A KISS OF LIES, which tells the story of Christian Trent, Earl of Markham and Mrs. Sarah Cooper. The story sees the pair travel from England to Canada, to Jamaica and then back to England. Here’s the blurb…

A pair of damaged souls ignites each other’s deepest passions—even as they tempt fate by deceiving the world.

Desperate to escape her abusive past, Sarah Cooper disguises herself as a governess in the employ of Christian Trent, Earl of Markham, the man who, long ago, she fantasized about marrying. Despite the battle scars that mar his face, Sarah finds being near Christian rekindles her infatuation. A governess, however, has no business in the arms of an earl, and as she accompanies Christian on his voyage home, Sarah must resist her intense desires—or risk revealing her dangerous secrets.

One of the renowned Libertine Scholars, Christian Trent once enjoyed the company of any woman he chose. But that was before the horrors of Waterloo, his wrongful conviction of a hideous crime, and his forcible removal from England. Far from home and the resources he once had, Christian believes the life he knew—and any chance of happiness—is over . . . until his ward’s governess sparks his heart back to life, and makes him remember the man he used to be. Now Christian is determined to return to England, regain his honor, and win the heart of the woman he has come to love.

For an author, the beginning of a new series is often the most exciting time. Why I hear you ask? I shall share…

1. I have a bunch of new characters in my head who end up becoming my best friends.

2. I get to let my imagination fly free and devise ways to make their lives miserable to begin with – what? Being mean is fun when there are no repercussions.

3. Plotting a story is exciting, but plotting a whole series is like taking your favorite ride at Disneyland, exhilarating and scary at the same time.

4. I know I’m going to spend the next 2 years with handsome, sexy and very alpha-male rakes—sigh!

5. I get to bring said alpha male rakes to their knees by introducing them to women who challenge them at every level.

6. I can write women characters I’d love to be friends with.

7. I can let my evil side out and write incredibly evil villains and name them after people who have been horrible to me.

8. I know what I’m going to be writing for a good many months so writers block is almost non existent.

9. I can develop and give my readers a more in-depth look into the lives of my characters as they will continue to appear across all of the books
10. Best of all, I get to give my characters their hearts desire and a fabulous happy ever after – what could be more satisfying than that?

I hope you get a chance to read, A Kiss of Lies, it’s been fun writing it and book #2, A Promise of More. I’m busy writing books #3 and #4 this year. Here’s an excerpt to wet the appetite…

So, three days ago, Christian had placed an advertisement in the local York Times for a governess to sail back to England with them and to take charge of Lily’s upbringing.

Given the colonial location and his reputation, he’d had the most unsuitable women applying. It seemed no respectable governess wished to work for Devil Scarface. Those who did simply wanted passage to England. That is, until the woman seated on the other side of Matthew’s large maplewood desk applied.
She was the first woman who’d looked him directly in the eye in a long time. He found it disconcerting. The red rawness of the skin on his burnt face had faded over the months, but even so, it—he—was not a congenial sight.
She hardly seemed to notice.

Yet he had noticed her all right—too much. His body reacted to her ethereal beauty like a stallion scenting a mare. A flood of tangled emotions rushed through him. One of them was a current of regret. Ever since he’d been injured at Waterloo, he’d pretended that it didn’t matter to him that his looks were gone. Anger and bitterness had soured his demeanor. Perhaps it would have been better if he’d died there and then. It was only when he saw a woman like Mrs. Cooper, with such grace and beauty, that the pain of all he’d lost swamped him in self-pity.
She sat opposite him, very composed, in a charming if somewhat dated lavender ensemble, the shade flattering her ocean-deep blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back severely under the cap. The only thing that seemed out of place was the golden hint of a tan and a nose covered in delightful freckles, as if she’d been outside for long periods without a hat.

Her vocabulary and demeanor spoke of maturity. As he assessed her, his whole body ached with the most basic human need.
He wanted her. Not just her body, but more . . .

He wanted the dream he’d promised himself on the battlefields of Europe. A beautiful wife and family, a home, some shreds of normality, a few children to justify the future and to give him a tangible reason for having put himself through the horror of war.

He watched her nervously lick her lips. His groin tightened. He imagined the sleek wetness around him . . .

He tried to cross his legs but hit his knee on the underside of the desk. Reality returned. Why would she want a burned shell of a man?
What are some of your favorite series? What’s the best first book in a series you’ve read? Mine would be Devil’s Bride by Stephanie Laurens. I’ll give away a copy of Invitation to Scandal to one person who comments, the second book in my other series. Book #3 in the Invitation To series, Invitation to Passion will be out in spring 2014.

bronnyAbout Bron:

Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She has always indulged her love of storytelling and is constantly gobbling up movies, books, and theater. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer? Evans is a two-time winner of the RomCon Readers’ Crown and has been nominated for an RT Reviewers’ Choice Award. She lives in Wellington, New Zealand.

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Regency Author Bronwen Evans

Regency Author Bronwen Evans

My guest today is multi-published, award-winning, Regency author Bronwen Evans. Bronwen lives in New Zeeland, and will stop by when she wakes up to answer any of your questions. We’d planned to have a regular interview, but were defeated by technology and time zones, so please do ask questions. Bronwen will also give away a copy of her latest book to one lucky commenter who leaves their email address.

Bronwen has had lots of news lately.

Invitation to Ruin by Bronwen Evans

Invitation to Ruin by Bronwen Evans

Her debut Regency historical, Invitation to Ruin, WON the RomCon 2012 Readers Crown Best Historical

Invitation to Scandal by Bronwen Evans

Invitation to Scandal by Bronwen Evans

Her novel Invitation to Scandal has been nominated by The Romance Review Book of the Year Best Historical.

She has just signed a contract with Random House’s Loveswept line for a new series called The Disgraced Lords. Her first book in that series, sorry no cover yet, is A Kiss of Lies which will release in January 2014.

Invitation to Passion by Bronwen Evans

Invitation to Passion by Bronwen Evans

And the best news, Bronwen has a new book, Invitation to Passion releasing in May.

Here is the blurb.

Consummate rake, Richard Craven, has his heartbroken when the woman he loves is forced into an arranged marriage to a violent brute. To make matters worse, circumstances force him to marry Madeline Knight—a woman he views more like a sister-only for fate to play the cruellest of tricks. Shortly after his wedding his former lover is widowed, and Richard learns she could be pregnant with his child.

Madeline Knight thought she was doing the right thing when she saved Richard Craven from his lover’s irate husband. Now her silly schoolgirl crush has left her married to a man who’s in love with another woman. Consumed with guilt over trapping Richard, she tries her best to be the perfect wife and win his heart. Failure is not an option. For if she fails she loses everything, she loves him too much not to set him free…

While Richard and Madeline confront the reality of their marriage, Madeline’s life comes under threat. A family enemy is set on revenge. Will Richard learn the truth of his heart, and what is truly precious to him, before the unknown enemy destroys their world?

To tempt you even further, I’ve added an excerpt.

Chapter OneLondon, April 1810

Richard James Craven was a dead man. That’s if Charles Hawthorne, the Marquis of Wrentham, found him. Maddy watched the Marquis as he stood at the top of the stairs, surveying the guests in the crowded ballroom below. His presence here at Hascombe Court meant only one thing. He’d come for his wife.

A curse on Richard’s head. Just last week Maddy had begged him to end his affair with the Marquis’s wife. Now she would have to get involved. She hated getting involved. Richard had looked after her welfare for years and she felt obligated to return the favour.

Madeline Knight you are such a liar. She wanted to return the favour.

Maddy blew a curl out of her eyes, and peered through the plants sheltering her from the eyes of the ton. She’d been hiding most of the evening. Rufus had organised this ball for her. She loved her brother, but he’d recently married his one true love, Rheda, and was determined to help his younger sister find the same happiness.

Unfortunately, Madeline’s idea of a suitable husband differed vastly from his. She did not wish to marry into the echelons of Society. Due to her father’s rumoured treason, she’d grown up in seclusion, here at their country estate near Newmarket.

Even though she was the sister of a wealthy Viscount, correction, now Earl, due to the scandal surrounding the Strathmores, she had expected to marry beneath her social standing. A local squire or vicar. She felt perfectly capable of settling into the quiet country life. The strictures and sophistication of the ton frightened her to death.

Besides, at nineteen, she had plenty of time to choose a husband. Now that her brother resided permanently at home, she did not wish to leave his household any time soon.

With growing unease, Maddy watched Lord Wrentham scan the ballroom, then begin to make his way across the crowded floor. Luckily the room was packed. With Rufus succeeding in clearing their late father of treason, and her brother having a second title bestowed on him, Earl of Hascombe, the ton’s interest had been caught. Tonight it seemed all London Society were in attendance.

Her eyes followed the Marquis’s path through the guests. Lord Wrentham was definitely looking for someone, and she was sure it was his beautiful wife, Sara. It was up to Maddy to warn the lovers.

She straightened her shoulders and stepped out into the crush. The music drowned out her determined stride. She circled round until she was able to locate her brother.

“Lord Wrentham has arrived. You should go and greet him. Now would be the perfect opportunity to put the past behind you. He carries at lot of influence in the House of Lords. Lord Wrentham would be a valuable ally.” Not really a lie. Rufus had taken a special interest in the rights of workers, his wife’s influence, and he was chasing the Marquis’s vote on labor law reform.

Her brother kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Don’t think you can distract me by mentioning politics.”

Maddy’s heart stilled. Rufus had no idea that Richard was continuing his affair with Lady Wrentham. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’ve seen you hiding behind the plants. I would have made you stand centre stage, but Rheda told me to leave you alone.”

All the while her brother talked, Maddy guided him ever closer to Wrentham.

“Your wife is, as always, a gem. What is this rush to get me to the altar? I’ve only just got you back in my life. Now you are married, don’t you want me here?” She couldn’t disguise the hurt in her voice. Her brother’s determination to see her quickly wed made her feel as if she was a nuisance, or in his way.

Rufus halted and oblivious to their guests he pulled her close. “Is that what you think?” He hugged her tight. “Never for one moment think I want you to leave my house. If I could, I’d hold onto you forever, but that would be selfish. I just don’t like seeing you stuck here in the country, on your own, like Rheda was. You deserve more.”

The relief flooded through her. She lightly cuffed his shoulder. “I do not intend to marry any time soon, so stop pushing me.” Before Rufus could argue, she added, “There’s Lord Wrentham. Go and bore him with your talk. You can lecture me tomorrow at breakfast.”

She abruptly turned and schooled herself to walk away slowly, and in the opposite direction to the library, where she assumed Richard had taken Sara.

Richard knew every square inch of this house intimately. Over the years he’d spent many nights under this roof. Many nights teasing her. Teaching her. Talking to her.

Blast it all. She’d have to go and warn Richard. Richard was her only true friend, she didn’t wish to see him killed in a duel, or sent fleeing from England for having killed Lord Wrentham.

Once out of sight of the guests, she lifted the hem of her dress and rushed toward the library. Skidding to a halt outside the door, her courage momentarily fled. What would she observe when she opened this door? Was she prepared to see her Richard in the arms of another?

Her Richard! She acknowledged her claim was a monumental fantasy. Richard was her friend. That was all. He still saw her as the thirteen year old girl he’d rescued from the Hawthorne bullies.

Just a friend, she silently scolded herself. Yet Maddy didn’t understand the riotous feelings she’d developed over the last twelve months. Whenever she looked at Richard, her heart beat harder, her stomach knotted, and her body warmed in certain places she was embarrassed to discuss.

A stab of jealousy hit her chest. Madeline secretly hoped Richard was doing nothing more than talking with Lady Wrentham. She knew Richard and his rakish ways, and realised that was unlikely. But a girl could dream.

She dreamed of Richard a lot lately.

About Bronwen Evans:

Bronwen loves story-telling – gobbling up movies, reading books and attending the theatre. Her head is always filled with characters and stories, particularly lovers in angst. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer.

Bronwen attended Victoria University, Wellington, New Zealand earning a bachelor’s degree in Commerce and Administration, majoring in Marketing and Accounting. She was all set on building herself a business career (which she did along the way).

But life never turns out exactly as one thinks. After working for a few years in marketing roles within New Zealand financial institutions, she left for a 6 month overseas experience in London, England. She loved England. She spent several years living in London, using it as a base to be able to work and travel from. She visited all four corners of the globe. Her most interesting trips were a camel safari in the Sahara, a trip through Russia, a safari through Africa with her mother, and three months in the Mediterranean.

It was while living and working in London she discovered the offices of Mills & Boon and the germ of an idea to embark on a romance writing career was born.

Almost eight years later, on her return to New Zealand, encouraged by a close friend battling a life threatening illness, Bronwen finally started down the path to publication by joining RWA, The Beau Monde, RWAustralia and RWNZ.

Please get to know Bronwen better though her website. www.bronwenevans.com and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/bronwenevansauthor

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