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It’s finally here, and I’m all over the place!! I’m also giving away books! Please join me. I’ll post the links here and on my Facebook page as they become live!!

Just to make things more interesting, I’m giving away five copies of A Kiss for Lady Mary. All you have to do is leave a comment telling me why you love historical romance!

For more chances to win a copy of Lady Mary, check out Tasty Tours http://bit.ly/1F9JLYq

Ella

Lady Mary Tour

5/26/15 Miss Ivy’s Book Nook Take II

5/26/15 Romance Divas  http://bit.ly/1J2ahm4

5/26/15 Readers Entertainment http://bit.ly/1cXEmaf

5/26/15 Romance at Random

5/26/15 Mary Gramlich http://bit.ly/19RLRsp

5/26/15 SOS Aloha http://bit.ly/1Kk4TcL – Giveaway

5/26/15 Karen’s Killer Book Bench http://bit.ly/1cg0ege

5/26/15 USA Today HEA http://usat.ly/1HHZZZJ

5/26/15 Fresh Fiction

5/26/15 Shelley K Wall http://bit.ly/1Rkx4ML

5/27/15 Manic Readers

A Kiss for Lady Mary

 

 

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Memorial Day

Flanders field

I struggled between posting my usual Monday Excerpts, after all, I do have a release tomorrow. But my heart wasn’t in it.  Instead, I’m going to discuss what Memorial Day means to me.

It has nothing to do with placing flags or flowers on gravestones or crosses, or other outward displays. It is deeply personal. During the 70’s when I was in the Army I participated in a joint German-American memorial day. It was a reminder that both sides lost many brave men and women. Years later, I visited Flanders Field and was startled by the number of crosses. I also visited Verdun, went through the preserved trenches, and saw mock-ups of whole villages that were decimated by war. Since then we have lost many more soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines, as well as others who served.

SoldierWhen one is in the military, death comes on a regular basis. It can occur in combat and in training accidents. One of the guys who introduced my husband and me died in El Salvador when his helicopter was shot down. It was a long time ago, but I still grieve for him. After all, if he hadn’t shove me toward my husband, and said, “She’d be happy to join you.” We would probably never gotten together.

Recently, several other old friends and soldiers have died. This time it was heart disease and cancer rather than enemy fire and parachute jumps.

Tomorrow, I’ll get back to book stuff. Today, I’ll give thanks for those who have lived and mourn those who never came home.

Ella

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Happy Sunday! This has been a much quieter week than last week was. Let’s start with the winner of Ashley York’s The Gentle Knight. Congratulations goes to Jenna Jaxon!!

The big book news is that A Kiss for Lady Mary releases on Tuesday!!  As usual, I’ll be doing the blog tour circuit. I can’t tell you how lonely that can be, so please, please, please, stop by some of the sites and say hi. There will be some giveaways as well.

5/26/15 Miss Ivy’s Book Nook Take II

5/26/15 Romance Divas

5/26/15 Readers Entertainment

5/26/15 Romance at Random

5/26/15 Mary Gramlich

5/26/15 SOS Aloha

5/26/15 Karen’s Killer Book Bench

5/26/15 USA Today HEA

5/26/15 Fresh Fiction

5/26/15 Shelley K Wall Blog

5/27/15 Manic Readers

 

A Kiss for Lady Mary

 

 

Buy Links: Amazon ~ B&N ~ iTunes

On to boat news. As you know, we had to divert through the Bahamas on our way up from the Caribbean. They charge a yearly fee that is quite large. Now that doesn’t sound too bad, but in order not to lose your fee you have to return within ninety days of departing. So we made a quick trip to the west end of Grand Bahama. We’d meant to stay for a few days, but the weather report had us leaving the next day. Fortunately, we didn’t run into any squalls and arrived at the Ponce de Leon inlet the next afternoon. We are now in St. Augustine until after Lady Mary releases. Unfortunately, these are the only photos I took.

The first is traveling down the ICW. We would have preferred to sail, but the wind was on our nose.

Traveling down ICW

 

 

 

 

 

City Marina St. Augustine

The second is our mooring in St. Augustine. I can’t wait to see the city again. It’s been years. The best part is that they have a Spanish Tall Ship in.

How has your week been going?

Ella

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I know it’s Monday, but after I returned from RT I discovered the screen on my laptop had died. This has far reaching consequences as I cannot access my blog calendar from my tablet. So please bear with me, I could not put the post off for another week.

We will start with book winners!! Please help me congratulate

Patricia Wissore who won Sheri Cobb-South’s Baroness in Buckskins!

Glenda Martilloitti for winning Susana Ellis’s Waterloo collection!

Linda Thum who won Julia Justiss’s The Rake to Reveal Her!

And Isis the 12th for winning Cara Elliott’s Sinfully Yours!

Ladies, the authors have been notified and will be contacting you.

As you know Hubby and I had only planned to be out for about a week. Well, that didn’t happen. We ran out of wind, had a problem with one of the engines, and the wind thing caused us to motor a lot more than we thought we’d have to. The result was that we ended up diverting through the Bahamas and running into weather. That caused a delay of several days. When we finally got to Florida that Sunday was Mother’s Day and I was on my way to the Romantic Times Booklover’s Convention in Dallas. Where, by the way, I had a great, if exhausting, time!

One of the best things about the convention was catching up with old friends, meeting new ones,  and having a meeting with my publicists about the release of the next series, The Worthingtons. You remember. The one that begins with this cover!Three Weeks to Wed

Just before I left for RT, I received the cover for my Christmas book, Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince, the last book in The Marriage Game for a while.

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebook

Here is the blurb.

Ella Quinn’s wealthy, titled bachelors think they’re immune to romantic notions. Yet no matter how they try to evade it, love somehow finds a way…

       In the two seasons since her triumphant debut, Meg Featherton’s heart has been tested to its limits. Her first suitor: a criminal. The second, a cad. For her third act, Meg vows to leave love completely out of the marriage equation. She has set her sights on a newly made viscount whom she could take or leave. However, now she must avoid his handsome, roguish, irresistible best friend like the plague. It’s no easy feat, as they are all attending the same house party…

          Damon, Marquis of Hawksworth, cannot imagine why Miss Featherton seems so damn disinterested—or why he cares so terribly much. Certainly Meg is a fine wifely prospect for a man in his position, but more than that, he finds he longs for her as he has never done for another woman. She may be determined to protect her heart, but Damon is equally set on winning her over, one delicious kiss at a time…

And an excerpt.

Featherton House, London, Late Autumn 1817, London.

Miss Margaret Elizabeth Lucinda Featherton, second daughter of Viscount Featherton, glanced down at the missive in her lap. The letters were rounded, much like a child’s would be, but the spelling and grammar were correct.

Dear Miss Featherton,

I pray this letter arrives in time to save you from making a horrible mistake. Lord Tarlington is not what you think him. I do not expect you to take my word for it. However, if you go to number twenty-three Basil Street in the neighborhood of Hans Crescent around seven in the morning, you will find the evidence for yourself.

A Friend

The first time she had received such a letter the warning had concerned her last suitor, the Earl of Swindon. She shuddered at how close she had come to marrying such a monstrous man. A heaviness lodged in her chest making it hard to breathe. What would she discover about Tarlington?

The following morning at half past six, Meg and her maid, Hendricks, sallied forth as if taking their usual early stroll in Hyde Park. However, instead of walking down Charles Street toward the Park they headed in the opposite direction to Hay Hill, then on to Bond Street and hailed a hackney.

The day was cool, but sunny. A clean crisp scent which reminded her of just harvested apples, unusual for London, filled the air. Trees were showing off their brilliant autumn colors. It was all together too pretty a day for their mission. Meg was tempted to go back and hide in her chamber as if she had never received the missive. Yet if she did, she could end up wed to a man as bad as or worse than Swindon.

Twenty minutes later, she and her maid were situated two houses down from twenty-three Basil Street. The town house consisted of three stories and a cellar area. Flowers in pots stood on either side of the well maintained front door. The brass knocker gleamed as if it were polished regularly.

Hendricks drew back the leather shade, keeping watch on the house as Meg pressed back against the thin, poorly cushioned squabs. She resisted the urge to pleat her skirts, which would surely draw a rebuke from her maid, and waited.

Wondering if, yet again, she had fallen in love with a fiend.

After several minutes, she shifted on the hard bench. Two women carrying baskets hurried past the coach, staring at the vehicle as they went. If Meg and Hendricks remained here much longer, they would begin attracting attention.

Frustrated with waiting, Meg blew out a puff of air. “Do you see anything yet?”

“No.” Her maid started to shake her head then stopped. “Oh, wait. The door is opening.”

Finally. She slid to the other side of the hackney and glanced out the window. A handsome gentleman with curling dark-blond hair stepped out of the town house holding an infant. Lord Tarlington smiled down at the woman standing next to him who clutched the hand of a small child still in skirts. For a moment the smile appeared to be the same as the ones he had given Meg on numerous occasions. Then his smiled deepened and his face lit with love as he embraced the woman before kissing her and handing her the baby. As the woman’s hand rose, a glint of gold on her the third finger of her left hand appeared.

Married! The cur was already wed!

It’s not on pre-order yet, but I’ll let you know when it is.

As you know, A Kiss for Lady Mary releases next week. I have five copies to give away for signing up for my newsletter. The names will be picked randomly and announced next Sunday.

On to boat news. We have been anchored in Lake Worth, off the Palm Beach Sailing Club for the past ten days or so. As soon as the grill arrives, we lost ours crossing the Bahamas, we’ll head to Ft. Pierce. Let me know if you are in the area. I’d love to meet you. After that we’re going to Daytona, St. Augustine, Jacksonville, and Fernandina Beach.

Here are some photos I took in the Bahamas and at RT.

Swimming Pigs

Swimming Pigs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pig swimming 2

 

 

 

 

 

Arriving Lake Worth 2015-05-04

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Facinator I made for my granddaughter

Facinator I made for my granddaughter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth Boyle and me

Elizabeth Boyle and me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover Model

Cover Model

What have you been doing lately?

Have a great week!!

Ella

 

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Today is a free for all. Post any excerpt of up to 600 words as well as your buy links or social media information.

lady beresford's lover_ebookHere is mine from Lady Beresford’s Lover which just went on pre-order.

Rupert tried not to grin as Wigman, his valet, plucked an invisible piece of lint from Rupert’s jacket. It was a ritual they had gone through every day since he was sixteen, when his grandfather Stanstead had insisted Rupert have a valet. Some gentlemen would probably become annoyed with such fussiness, but he believed in encouraging everyone to perform their duties to the best of their abilities. If that meant a few moments’ delay in dressing, so be it. “Am I presentable, Wigman?”

“None more so, my lord.” Wigman gave a small sigh. “I do regret that Mr. Brummell was allowed to hold sway over gentlemen’s clothing. There was nothing like a nice lace cuff or velvet jacket to show a gentleman to perfection.”

“I have no doubt you are correct.” Truth be told, Rupert thought the previous styles had some merit. “Though, I do have an aversion to wigs and hair powder.”

“I must agree with you regarding that particular affectation, my lord.” He handed Rupert his watch fob and quizzing glass. “You are fortunate that you do not require padding. One could more easily disguise additions to a gentleman’s physique before the styles changed so drastically.”

“Fortunate indeed.” Rupert clamped his lips together. If he didn’t depart immediately, he’d be subject to the litany of faults in Wigman’s previous employers. “I have no idea when I’ll return.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Rupert strode out of his Grosvenor Square town house to the waiting town coach. He’d considered walking to Robert’s home on Berkeley Square, but dark clouds had hung low all afternoon, and the scent of rain was in the air. Not to mention arriving at his cousin’s house for their first ball, soaked, was not a wonderful idea. Rupert settled on the soft brown leather seat, a footman closed the door, and his coachman started forward.

He attempted to tamp down the feeling that something momentous was about to happen. His parents and Robert were most likely correct that he wouldn’t meet anyone he didn’t already know. Still, he couldn’t help a surge of excitement when the carriage came to a stop. Somewhere the perfect lady was out there waiting for him. All he had to do was find her.

The coach door opened, and he caught a glimpse of pale blue skirts moving up the steps before they disappeared into the house. The urge to chase after her, whoever she was, was almost too strong to resist. Rupert could feel his pulse beating a tattoo against his cravat; still, he forced himself to calmly take his place in the line. What were the chances it was the same woman who had watched him as he traversed the Mount Street Gardens? Surely she wouldn’t wear the same gown to a ball, yet he had noticed that when a lady favored a certain color, she wore it more often than she did others.

He was being absurd. Even a bit mad. Rupert knew absolutely nothing about the woman, not how old she was, or if she was married, or what she looked like, or if it was indeed the same female. In addition, there were a great many people between him and the lady in blue. Yet there was some force pushing him forward, necessitating that he follow her.

Buy Links: Amazon ~ B&N

 

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Please welcome the fabulous Cara Elliott back to the blog!! I love Cara’s books! She is here today with her latest release, Scandalously Yours!! Cara will also be giving away a copy of her book. All you have to is leave a comment telling her you want it.

As always, we’ll start with the cover!

Scandalously Yours-CElliott

 

Now the blurb.

Proper young ladies of the ton-especially ones who have very small dowries-are not encouraged to have an interest in intellectual pursuits. Indeed, the only thing they are encouraged to pursue is an eligible bachelor. So, the headstrong Sloane sisters must keep their passions a secret. Ah, but secret passions are wont to lead a lady into trouble . . .

SCANDALOUSLY YOURS

The eldest of the three Sloane sisters, Olivia is unafraid to question the boundaries of Society-even if it does frequently land her in trouble. Disdaining the glittery world of balls and courtship, Olivia prefers to spend her time writing fiery political essays under a pseudonym for London’s leading newspaper. But when her columns attract the attention of the oh-so-proper Earl of Wrexham, Olivia suddenly finds herself dancing on the razor’s edge of scandal. With the help of her sisters, she tries to stay one step ahead of trouble . . . However, after a series of madcap misadventures, Wrexham, a former military hero who is fighting for social reform in Parliament, discovers Olivia’s secret. To her surprise, he proposes a temporary alliance to help win passage of his bill. Passion flares between them, but when a political enemy kidnaps the earl’s young son, they must make some dangerous decisions . . . and trust that love will conquer all.

And an excerpt. 

“Allow me to correct your earlier misassumptions,” John said softly. “For a skilled chess player, you seem a little quick to jump to conclusions.”

Olivia drew in a sharp breath. “So, you did recognize me after all.”

“Your face was mostly hidden in shadow during our previous encounter, but nighttime reconnaissance missions teach a soldier to have a sixth sense about that sort of thing.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Be that as it may,” he went on, “it is this evening’s exchange that I wish to speak about.”

Her silence seemed a signal to continue.

“First of all, I have absolutely no interest in discussing the weather. Second of all, I have no preconceived prejudices about the powers of the female mind.” He paused. “But then again, after your display of haughty high-mindedness, perhaps I ought to reconsider.”

A momentary flare of outrage lit in her eyes. She scowled—and then curled a wry smile. “Touché, sir. Most gentlemen aren’t willing to listen to a lady’s opinion.”

“Most ladies aren’t willing to offer one.”

“Can’t you blame us?” asked Olivia. “Society doesn’t exactly encourage creative thinking in the fairer sex. We are meant to be seen and not heard.”

“Um, yes, well, I . . .” John flushed, realizing that his gaze had slid down to her bodice. Beneath the overblown ruffles, it appeared that she had a shapely swell of bosom. “I—I also wanted to apologize for trampling on your toes.”

Her laugh, like her voice, was very intriguing. Low, lush, and a little rough around the edges, it reminded him of an evening breeze ruffling through shadowed leaves.

“Good heavens, don’t look so stricken, sir,” she said. “The fault was all mine, I’m afraid. I can never seem to keep the dance steps straight.” Another laugh. “What a pity we can’t just ignore the rigid patterns and simply follow the rhythm of the music.”

“Like wild savages, dancing around a bonfire to the sound of a beating drum?” he said slowly.

“Haven’t you ever lifted your face to moonlight and spun in circles to the dusky song of the nightingales and—” Olivia shook her head. “No, of course not. What a ridiculous question to ask.” The errant curl had come loose again and was inching close to her nose.

“Your hair, Miss Sloane,” he murmured.

“Has decided to dance to its own tune tonight,” she said tartly, brushing it back with impatient fingers. “As you see, I seem to have no control over my body’s primitive urges.”

John almost let loose a very unlordly chortle. But quickly recalling his glittering surroundings, he managed to smother it in a cough. A peer of the realm did not chortle in public.

“Perhaps . . .” A dangerous glint lit in her eyes. “Perhaps I should give in to impulse, strip off my clothing and waltz naked across the dancefloor.”

He tried not to picture her lithe body without a stitch on. Discipline, discipline. A gentleman must be ruled by reason, not primal urges.

Clearing his mind with another cough, he quickly changed the subject . . .

Buy Links: Amazon ~ B&N

About Cara:

Cara ElliottCara Elliott started writing Western novels at the age of five. However, she traded in her cowboy boots for Regency high-top Hessians after reading Pride and Prejudice in junior high school (she’s decided she must have a thing for Men In Boots) and hasn’t looked back. She graduated from Yale University, and she now lives and works in Connecticut.

 

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Usually we focus on the heroine and hero, but I though it would be fun to let our secondary characters shine today. If you have buy links or social media links, please post them as well.

A Kiss for Lady MaryHere two of mine from A Kiss for Lady Mary. Lady Eunice Phipson, is my heroine’s aunt and Mr. Brian Doust is the local vicar.

Mr. Doust twined her arm with his, drawing her close. “Invite me, and I’ll try to discover his intent.”

She gazed up at him. “You would assist in this the conspiracy?”

His eyes warmed. “My lady, I would have thought that by now you’d have realized there is very little I would not do for you and those who matter to you.”

“Oh my.” Warmth rose in her face. How long had it been since she’d blushed? “You have me acting like a girl again, and I must tell you, my salad days are long past.”

He raised her fingers to his lips, kissing them one by one. “I think you are the perfect age. I would be honored if you will call me Brian, and may I call you Eunice?”

This was more than she had expected and everything she had wished for. Pulling his head down to her, she pressed her lips to his. He moved slowly, gently at first; then she touched her tongue to the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth to receive her. Frissons of pleasure shot through her as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. She threw her arms around him, pressing her breasts to his chest. Who would have thought a rector could kiss like this?

Their tongues tangled and caressed. He tightened his arms around her. Oh, God. How could she have lived so long alone?

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