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Please welcome historical author Pamela Nowak to the blog. Pam is here to tell us about her latest book Escaping Yesterday!! And she’ll be giving away a copy to on of you who tells her you want it!

Let’s start with the beautiful cover!

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Now the blurb.

1905 Elitch Gardens… an amusement park on the verge of expansion… two troubled people escaping traumatic pasts… one very present danger… and a love neither expected. Lottie will risk everything to save her daughter. Caleb believes she is a manipulative huckster intent on conning his friends and ruining the park’s tranquility. But when Lottie’s past catches up to her, they unite, standing together against a treacherous villain and facing the complicated memories haunting them both.

And an excerpt.

Denver, 1905

A fierce wave of protectiveness swept Lottie Chase as she watched her daughter traipse toward the ornate sandstone train depot. Once again, Lottie had done what she had to do. She glanced at Rupert Gennick, her one-time close friend, and wondered what had caused him to change so much since they’d been trusted pals. She prayed he’d wait until Elsa was out of earshot before he launched into his tirade. He’d been steaming all morning, ever since they’d missed the San Francisco–bound train and had to wait three hours at Denver’s Union Station.

As soon as Elsa slipped inside the building, Rupert glared at Lottie. “I tell ya, baby doll, the kid is slowing us down. I don’t see why you’re so set against sending her home.” He jammed his hands into his pockets.

Lottie glanced up from her bench and reined in the urge to rise and shake him. She knew that look. She’d seen it often enough on the trip. “I’ve already told you. Elsa is not going back to New York. Not now, not ever.” Rupert’s invitation to join his trip had offered her an unforeseen chance to save Elsa. Now that Elsa had grown old enough to catch Uncle Edward’s eye, Lottie wasn’t about to stay there and watch the old lecher prey on Elsa as he’d preyed on her. She peered at Rupert from the corner of her eye, resigned to humoring him until he calmed down. “It wasn’t Elsa’s fault we were late, you know.”

“So you say.” He kicked at a stone and watched it roll toward the big iron “Welcome” arch. “You wanted the kid to see the country. She’s seen it. It’s time to send her home. I didn’t sign on to babysit your cousin for the rest of my life. She’s in the way. B’sides, you don’t send her home soon, her ma’s gonna have our skins.”

“Nobody’s going to have our skins,” Lottie said with a certainty she didn’t feel. She had no doubt Aunt Aggie was glad to see them gone but she imagined Uncle Edward was livid that she’d disappeared with Elsa. He’d threatened before to pursue her if she ever took the girl away.

Lottie stilled her pounding heart. They hadn’t wanted her when they’d taken her in all those years ago. Aunt Aggie had claimed Elsa as her own, intrigued by having a baby to raise, until she’d discovered she wasn’t maternal after all. Uncle Edward had been indifferent at first but had grown more and more possessive of Elsa in recent years. A tiny finger of apprehension snaked its way up Lottie’s spine. Uncle Edward wouldn’t have searched beyond New York for Elsa, would he? Lottie looked toward the depot, wishing now she had followed Elsa to the restroom.

“How’re we gonna break into the big leagues with a brat in tow?” Rupert said. “I got things to do, Lottie. Soon as we get to San Francisco, I got people to see, rides to sell. I’m gonna make it big and I don’t want the kid slowing things down. I have too much staked on this.”

Lottie sighed, tired of this new trait of Rupert’s—his constant predictions of his future success. Despite being the son of a renowned amusement ride manufacturer, he’d failed to break into the business thus far. He had big ideas but a serious lack of follow-through. She doubted a change of locale would make any difference.

She glanced at Rupert and pasted a smile onto her face. “Having a ten-year-old isn’t going to affect whether or not you make sales.”

Rupert plopped onto the bench and stretched his arms along its wooden back. A slow mountain breeze drifted through the morning air, lifting his blond hair. “I don’t see you paying for her tickets or her room and board,” he said.

Lottie stared at him. It was the first time he’d complained about the added expense, and guilt stabbed at her. Once she realized the danger Elsa was in, Lottie had seized the chance. Granted, she’d misled Rupert about her own intentions and conned him into bringing Elsa along, but she hadn’t had any other choice. Still, he’d put out his own money in good faith, and it wasn’t right. “I’ll get a job,” she offered, “repay you for our tickets.”

“We’re a pair, Lottie. A team.” He rubbed her shoulder with his hand and offered a lazy smile, the same one that had first drawn her to him back when they worked together at Coney Island. His voice was a mellow drawl—the bewitching tool of a master salesman. “That’s how it was supposed to be when we planned this. You and me, together, schmoozing the park owners. A doll like you in on the deals and I can’t go wrong.”

If it were any other situation, Lottie knew she’d be tempted to be his partner, maybe even his girl. When he wanted to, Rupert could charm his way through a person’s resistance faster than anything. But she had Elsa to think of. She had to keep her daughter safe, no matter what. “Elsa stays,” she said. Her gaze again shifted to the depot.

Rupert’s fingers drifted to her neck, the massage now a caress. “And night after night, you share her room instead of mine.”

Lottie started, goose bumps rising on her skin. She’d been afraid it would come to this. She’d flirted with him a little, let him kiss her a couple times and allowed him to believe they might become more than friends, but it had been an act. However promiscuous Aunt Aggie accused her of being, she’d never been with anyone . . . except Edward. She shied away, turning her body to the side. “Is that what this is all about? You think that it’s only Elsa keeping me out of your bed?”

“You’re the one who agreed to board the train without a chaperone and come West with me.” His teeth flashed, brilliant in the June sun, and an all-too-familiar glint sparkled in his malachite eyes. “Add in the kisses and the message was pretty clear.”

Damn those ill-conceived kisses. They had convinced Rupert to bring Elsa but she’d never offered intimacy and she didn’t plan to. The goose bumps turned into a cold, clammy sweat. Uncle Edward used to look at her the same way. Panic rushed through her. Not again. Not ever. She lurched to her feet and glared at him. “Yeah, well, it worked, didn’t it?” she blurted.


She shrugged her shoulders, only now digesting the implications of her hasty words. She affected nonchalance as her mind scrambled to put together some sort of plan. “You brought us along.”

“You suckered me?” Still sitting, Rupert leaned forward and shook his head.

Elsa emerged from the far door of the depot, and Lottie let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I had no choice,” she said, her gaze on Elsa.

“Well, I do,” Rupert said, rising. He spun Lottie around until she faced him. Fear sliced through her at the angry set of his mouth. “I got several choices. Being suckered isn’t one of them. It’s time we got on with what you’ve been promising, Lottie, whether you meant it when we left New York or not.” His grip softened, but the glint in his eyes remained. “I’m crazy about you. But I’m tired of your games and the stories you can’t keep straight. No more babysitting your cousin. Send her home and let’s quit pussyfooting around.”

Lottie drew a breath and met Rupert’s stare. “She’s my daughter, damn it, and I’m not sending her anywhere.”

Shock replaced the lust in his eyes and his hand dropped away. “Fine, baby doll. Have it your way. From here on out, you’re on your own.”

Buy link. Amazon

About Pam.

Nowak_M03_1 croppedPamela Nowak’s most recent novel, Changes, received the 2014 Colorado Book Award for genre fiction and a HOLT Medallion Finalist Award. Previous honors include the HOLT Medallion and HOLT Medallion Finalist Award, a WILLA Finalist Award, a listing among the “Top Ten Romance Novels of 2008” by Booklist, and being named the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers’ 2010 Writer of the Year. Pam has been in love with history and rich characters for most of her life. She has a B.A. in history, has taught history to prison inmates, served as project manager for the Fort Yuma National Historic Site and ran a homeless shelter. Pam and her partner Ken live in Denver. Please visit her at http://www.pamelanowak.com or friend her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/pamela.nowak.142).

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Please welcome historical author Wendy LaCapra to the blog! Wendy is going to tell you about her latest release Duchess Decadence. And she’ll give away copies of her first two books to one of you who tells her you want the book!

We begin with the cover.


Next the blurb.

A game of chance with love on the line…

Thea Worthington, Duchess of Wynchester divides her time between social engagements and playing her luck against fickle fortune. Yet every gamble is only a bluff—a means to hide from the pain deep within her, and the loss of a babe she never held in her arms. Now Thea’s luck is about to run out. Her estranged husband has returned and seeks a reunion…

Plagued with guilt over what happened to his wife three years ago, the Duke of Wynchester has kept his distance. The duke is resolved to piece his family back together, especially now that he’s discovered his beloved brother—long thought dead—still lives. But Thea’s lovely, porcelain facade is on the verge of cracking…spurred on by the duke’s brother’s secretive, malevolent animosity.

With everything riding on her future, Thea plays a daring game of chance for love and her marriage…and this time, the dice are most certainly rigged.

And an excerpt.

He had no reason to believe that she would not behave, of course. She had given her word. But she’d not taken his request with equanimity.

In fact, he could have sworn she had responded by flirting with him.

I will behave…if that is what you really wish.

Her gaze met his from across the room. She spread her black fan and cooled her cheek’s slight flush.

Oh yes, Thea Marie. Misbehave for me.

Two warring thoughts immediately reared in response. Where the hell did that come from? And, capitol idea. The second was accompanied of a vision of her black curls, tangled and damp around her temples and then cascading in waves across his white linen pillows.

He blinked to clear his head and motioned to the conductor. As the violins struck up the next dance, Thea took the arm of a man in her group—the MP of somethingor-other, Tory, of course—and joined a group of three other couples. The feathers in her hair wafted as she stepped in time to the strains of a cotillion. The sight of her smiling at the MP was enough to make him consider rotten-borough reform.

His lips formed a thin, grim line.

Why was it he could look into the eyes of any man present and know exactly what he must do to bend them to his will, and yet know nothing of her thoughts?

He read men’s needs on their features with the ease others read newspapers. Never had he tainted his discernment with compassion, nor had he used his gift to acquire friendship. A duke’s business was to perceive, to know, and to direct, not to understand. And definitely not—his gaze briefly flit over Randolph and Harrison—to make friends.

…Or—he warmed—lovers.

Thea Marie. He concentrated, but she remained a blank page. The inner nudge that told him how to proceed was missing. Every night he stood outside her door while his conscience warred with his need. There were worse things than being uncertain whether or not your wife would welcome you into her bed, but such uncertainty was enough to drive one mad.

Well—he folded his hands behind his back—absent direction, he would focus on the main…a united front. Their collective consequence restored.

But even as his duchess played—or in this case, danced— her part with precision, he knew restored consequence would not be enough.

He wanted more.

St. Swithin. Sentiment was not only a hungry panther, it was one of those irritating crank toys—crank the needs inside your heart and suddenly a white-faced devil bursts out to play. The partners changed and Thea Marie twirled in Harrison’s arms. Her smile in that moment was genuine— rare and precious. Another surge of jealousy, directed at the man who was the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend.

Then, at the start of the next dance, she joined Lord Randolph.

…And pop goes the weasel.

Air. He needed air. He started moving.

Buy links:

Amazon  ~  Barnes and NobleItunes/IbooksKobo


?????????????About Wendy.

Wendy LaCapra has been reading romance since she sneaked into the adult section at the library and discovered Victoria Holt & Jane Aiken Hodge. From that point on, she dreamed of creating fictional worlds with as much richness, intrigue, and passion as she found within those books. Her stories have placed in several contests, including the 2012 Golden Heart®. She lives in NYC with her husband and loves to hear from readers. You can read about her books on her website at http://www.wendylacapra.com/ or you can sign up for her newsletter at http://bit.ly/GetWendyNews

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I apologize for  posting late. We had some interesting seas as we sailed down the Chesapeake Bay to Solomons, Maryland. But, let’s get started! As always, we begin with the winner of Friday’s guest author, Caroline Warfield! Congratulations go to Glenda and Julie Fetter!!

On to book/author news. Sadly, I will be paring down the information on my blog and moving it over to my website. I do have several good reasons for this, the main one being that I have a webmistress, and it’s easier for her to just maintain one site. I will still be blogging on Friday, Sunday, and Monday. The good news is that I’ll be adding stuff to the website, so I hope you’ll stop by. I am also working on increasing my mailing list. My subscriber numbers are abysmally low. Ergo, several of my author friends have agreed to run a contest to help me increase the readers subscribed. It will take place in November after I get back down to the Caribbean. More news on that later.

I finally finished my copy edits for Three Weeks to Wed and am back to working on my novella, A Promise of Love. The novella will be released in a boxset with several other authors. I’m really excited about the novella and the series which I’m calling The Trevors. It’s about the children of a curmudgeonly duke who, unsurprisingly, wants to control his children’s lives. Once I finish it, I’ll post the blurb and an excerpt.

On to boat news. We’ve been in Annapolis for a few days, went down the Rhodes River, and are now in  a  slip at a Navy marina in the Solomons.

Harbor before fireworks






Rhodes River







Tomorrow, we’re renting a car and heading for southern Illinois to see his family. Unfortunately, there is no internet there, so I’ll be popping into the library every once and a while. We’re taking Alicianna puppy and Raphaella. This will be interesting as Alicianna hasn’t been off the boat for more than 24 hours before. Alicianna Aug 2015

Raphaella 3.15Raphaella, having lived with use in Europe, is a seasoned traveler. We’ll see how it goes.

Because I cannot count on having an internet connection to post as usual, I’ve decided to have a contest, so don’t forget to stop by.

What have you been doing this week?









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Welcome to Monday Excerpts! I’m neck deep in copy-edits and a novella I have to finish before the end of the week. So, it’s a free for all. Post any excerpt you’d want, or a blurb, and buy links if you have them.

Here is mine from Three Weeks to Wed.

Three Weeks To Wed reviseGrace shut the door of her chamber behind her and leaned against it. For years Matt Worthington had been nothing more than an infatuation, but now, he was rapidly becoming so much more. It had been years since she had allowed herself to feel angry at the hand fate had dealt her. Yet, now, now she could do something just for herself. She would not leave here, leave him without knowing what it would be like to know joy with a man.

“What if someone finds out? Everything you’ve worked for will be for naught?” Her conscience popped up, just when Grace had thought it had given up.

Even with her family around, there were still times when she was so lonely she thought she’d die of it. Not being able to marry was the one thing she had never got over. “Am I to have no joy of my own? I just want one night. One night to last me the rest of my life, that’s all I’m asking.”


“So be it.” Her hands trembled and her stomach lurched. If only she wasn’t so ignorant.

“So much for your grand plans,” her conscience sneered. “You don’t have any idea how do to go about this.”

“I am sure he’ll help. How hard can it be, after all?”

“He’ll recognize you. Then where will you be?”

“He won’t. Other than that one dance, when Lady Bellamny made him ask me, I am sure he never took a second look at me. I was just one of many girls who came out that year.” He certainly did not remember her now.

“So you say. What if you get with child?”

“Would you cease! It must be fate. After all, what were the odds that we would both be here at the very same time with no one else in the inn?”

Wishing she had something nicer to wear, Grace gave up arguing with herself and washed her hands. When she had returned to the parlor, she called for wine. By the time Worthington arrived, she’d calmed her jangled nerves, and her conscience had decided to leave her to go to perdition in her own way.

Pre-order links:

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Apple http://apple.co/1OpLwDi

BAM http://bit.ly/1Mmkzkt

B&N http://bit.ly/1NyUZcm

Google http://bit.ly/1Ltl1HP

Kobo http://bit.ly/1UP4iZR

Now it’s your turn!!



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Happy Sunday! Let’s start with the winner of Laura Trentham’s book!! Congratulations to Sharon Extine for winning a copy of An Indecent Invitation!!

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookIn book news, Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince is on Netgalley for review, and it has already gotten two 5-star reviews!!  I also have a Goodreads contest of sorts going on. If three hundred people click they want to read Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince, I will post an exclusive excerpt! I’ve been posting this on Facebook for the past few days, so we only need 79 more clicks. I’d love it if you participated. Click here.

And 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 cur. 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…

I am working on edits for Three Weeks to Wed.  I have been told Three Weeks To Wed reviseI’ll receive the ARCs sometime in December or January.

Currently my publisher has all The Marriage Game book on sale! So if you haven’t read them, or if you’re missing one or two, now is a good chance to pick them up! Links to the books are on my website where they are listed in order.


In boat news, we’ve been sailing and sightseeing. We arrived in Philadelphia last Monday late in the afternoon and met up with some sailing friends for cocktails. Tuesday we went sightseeing.

Anchorage off Petty Island

Anchorage off Petty Island




















Independence Hall

Independence Hall

Liberty Bell

Liberty Bell









Hubby had been in the Philly airport where he’d seen a Lego model of the Liberty Bell. But he’d never seen the real thing. He said it was much better than the on at the airport.

Old Toothbrushes

Old Toothbrushes










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We had weather closing in on Thursday, so on Wednesday we sailed down the Delaware and through the C&D canal back over into the Chesapeake and hunkered down as the squalls passed through.

Bohemia Anchorage

Yesterday, we had squalls again and took refuge between two islands. Someone does live there, and they turned on the light last night.Anchorage near little island

We’re now almost in Annapolis where we’ll be on and off until mid-October.

How has your week gone?



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It’s a long weekend, so let’s do something easy. Blubs come to mind. Please feel free to post your buy links as well.

Here is mine from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince, the last book in The Marriage Game for a while.

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookElla 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 cur. 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…

Buy links: Amazon ~ Apple ~  B&N ~ Google ~ Kobo

Now it’s your turn.








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Happy Sunday!! Let’s start with the winner of Christy Carlyle’s book, One Scandalous Kiss! OSK_Cover Congratulations goes to Barbara Holmes!!

This has been a slow week. After re-provisioning, we left Newport on Friday, sailed down to Judith Point and waited for our departure on Friday. Judith Point, RI

We were up early Friday morning and, after getting a confirmation on our weather window, started sailing south. We had great winds and were able to make the passage in 30 hours instead of 44 hours!! We are now waiting for the tide to turn so that we can sail up to Philadelphia where we’ll spend a couple of days. Philadelphia holds a lot of meaning for me. My mother was born there, and my Brennan and Quinn sides of the family landed there from Ireland. Hubby as never been, so this should be fun for him.

How are you spending your Labor Day weekend?



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