Posts Tagged ‘Regency Romance ~ A Family Affaire’

Good afternoon!!

CongratulationsLet’s begin with winners!! As you know, I took part in the History Lovers Grand Tour & Scavenger Hunt. The Grand Tour winner is Jessica Deluna
The Grand Tour winner for my blog is Màiri Norris
Linda Thum won Mageela’s book

I spent most of the week catching up from RWA Nationals. Then my publisher sent me the copy edits for The Temptation of Lady Serena which goes on pre-order on Thursday. I’ll be on another mini-blog tour with giveaways to promote the pre-order. Check back during the week to see where I’ll be.  Tomorrow I’ll post an excerpt.

The Temptation of Lady Serena

The Temptation of Lady Serena

I also have to get the next book, currently titled, Pursuing Miss Eugénie Villaret, to my editor next week. So I’ve been in the editing cave for the past few days.

The forth book in The Marriage Game, Desiring Lady Caro, now has an April 2014 release date.

Other than that, life has been pretty quite around here.

I saw a baby lemon shark swimming along the shore at Magen’s beach, where I walk.Lemon Shark

I took this picture of the sunset last night. Sunset 001 fixed2

What have you been up to?


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Welcome to the History Lovers Grand Tour and Scavenger Hunt.
As the name implies, we’re a group of readers and authors who love both history and romance, especially when they’re combined in a delightful story. If you feel the same, you’re welcome to join us on our Facebook Page and converse with us about historical romance fiction.

Below you’ll find authors of historical romances set in a wide variety of time periods. Perhaps by participating in our Grand Tour you’ll discover some new authors for your future reading pleasure. Hop around to your heart’s content, feel free to comment on the posts, hunt for answers to the authors’ questions, and perhaps you’ll be one of our 25 lucky prize winners (see contest details below)…although you’re already a winner if you find a new story to read, do you not agree?
Our topic is courtship. For me this means, where would a gentleman court a lady during the Regency.

This has particular interest to me as in the 5th book of my series The Marriage Game, Pursuing Miss Eugénie Villaret, we’re in the Danish West Indies in 1816. My hero, William, Viscount Wivenly, is at a loss. There are no parks in which to stroll or take a carriage ride, no theaters or operas, picnics, or house parties. Not only that, but the houses are much smaller and don’t have the numbers of rooms houses in England do. The design is one large room with the dining room off to one side. So no trying to slip off with her to steal a kiss (which he better not do until he knows he wants to marry her) because there is no place to go. Not only that, but there is not even a flower shop.

Ergo, he must seek help from Eugénie’s friend. What they do have on St. Thomas, is a stretch of one may stroll, and there is sailing. Sailing has some real possibilities as it is the only time they can be alone without a chaperone, if only he knew how to do it.

My prize is your choice of the first three books of the Marriage Game, sent to you as they release, or a set of West Indies spices.

The question is: Where can a gentleman court a lady?


Click on the History Lovers Grand Tour page to add your answer

Here is the back cover blurb and an excerpt for the Temptation of Lady Serena, book #3 in The Marriage Game, which goes on pre-order in August.

Ella Quinn’s bachelors in The Marriage Game series are charming and cunning when it comes to the ways of love—until the right woman captures their unsuspecting hearts…  

Custom-made gowns…nights at the theater…and a host of eligible bachelors. Accustomed to living a quiet life in the Scottish Borderlands, Lady Serena Weir has never had any of these luxuries. But when Serena’s brother demands she finally have a Season in London, she’s thrust into a glamorous world she’s only dreamed of…

Robert, Viscount Beaumont remembers all too well what it feels like to be in love. That is why he must keep his distance from Serena. He’s only felt his pulse stir the way it does now when he made the mistake of loving the wrong woman once before. Yet the more he strives to resist his feelings, the nearer he is to falling under Serena’s seductive spell…


1814, Scottish Border Region

The Earl of Weir scowled. “Damn it, Serena, you can’t back out now. Not after the plans have been made. If you don’t go to London who will you marry? What do you have left here?”

Lady Serena Weir stared out the solar’s window, studying the bleak late February landscape. Snow covered the ground, more gray than white; the trees lifeless and black against the gloom. She glanced over her shoulder at her brother, James. “I could marry Cameron.”

“Do you even care for him more than moderately?”

“No, but he needs to marry, and he likes me.” She turned back to the window. Snow still covered the hills. In another month they’d be the feeding ground for the castle’s sheep and cattle. But if Mattie, her new sister-in-law, had her way, Serena would not be there to see it.

James snorted with derision. “Cameron likes your dowry. Mattie has made all the plans. She assures me you’ll have a wonderful time.”

Serena pressed her lips tightly together. The plans, he’d said, as if they had taken on a life. The plans for her to go to London for her first Season at six and twenty years of age. A little old to be making a come out. The plans meant she would leave her home. The place she had been born and raised and never before left. Tears pricked her eyelids. She would not cry. Not in front of James. If a London Season was such a good idea, why hadn’t he sold out of the army after their father died, when she was still young? Instead, he’d left her here to manage the estate while he remained on Wellington’s staff.


History Lovers Grand Tour Authors


1. Each author will offer a prize for a contest, the specifics of which is set up entirely by her. The contest will be open to all participants, regardless of geographic location. For logistical purposes, authors may substitute a digital prize (gift card, etc.) of equal value for another prize that might prove difficult to mail to a distant location. 2. The Grand Prize for the Scavenger Hunt will be awarded to the participant with the most correct answers to the authors’ scavenger hunt questions.  In case of a tie, the winner will be chosen randomly.
3. The winners will be posted on the History Lovers Grand Tour page the following week.


• Click on the above links to each author’s blog. The blog tour entry can be identified by the graphic in the upper right corner of the post. If it is not the top post, look for the graphic in a prominent location on the sidebar, and click on it to find the blog tour entry. • Read the blog post and the author’s short answer question at the end. Locate the answer to the question, then click on the link to the History Lovers Grand Tour page History Lovers Grand Tour page and type in the answer next to the author’s name. Be sure to fill in the your name and email address!
• You may go back to same page and read more of the author’s post (excerpt, etc.) or you may click on another author’s name on the answer sheet and repeat the process.
• When you are finished, check to make sure the spaces for your name and email address are filled in correctly, and submit your answer sheet to the tour coordinator. If you submit an incomplete answer sheet, you may come back later and make another submission with the remaining answers when you have more time.
• Any questions about the scavenger hunt should be directed to the tour coordinator.

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I love attending RWA Nationals, and had a fantastic time. It’s one of the few times during the year that I meet in person all my online friends.

Before traveling to Nationals, I joined my critique partner, Jenna Jaxon for chapter’s meeting. What a lovely group of ladies. One of them was new and very happy to find a group of people who didn’t think having characters whispering in one’s head strange.
As many of you know I chaired the Beau Monde Mini-conference this year. That is a full day of classes ending with the Soirée. If you write Regency, there is not a better chapter to belong to!

The Marriage Game Pins

The Marriage Game Pins

At breakfast (I did say it went all day), the lovely Susana Ellis gave me these pins of my book covers. Aren’t they beautiful!! I wore them on my bag the whole conference

Isobel Carr generously created a lovely pin of the cover for The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, but when I went to take it off my lanyard this morning, it had disappeared. Not only was it beautiful, but I met lots of people I hadn’t known because we all had Isobel in common.
There were so many gorgeous Regency gowns at the Soirée. Here is a picture of me in Regency garb taken by Kristen Kostner.me in gown walking


On Thursday evening, one of my online chapters, Hearts Through History had its annual AGM. Callie Hutton surprised me with this great bag!!

Marriage Game Tote

Marriage Game Tote

Bag from Callie








The Seduction of Lady Phoebe Cookies

The Seduction of Lady Phoebe Cookies

My publisher, Kensington, also had their party that evening. I got to meet many of the great people I work with there, and look what I found!









Kensington’s book signing was on Friday morning. Even though my debut novel, The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, doesn’t release until September 19th, they allowed me to take part. Golden Heart winner, Miranda Liasson, stopped by and took my picture!Kensington signing 001








This week I am taking part in the History Lovers Grand Tour & Scavenger Hunt. More news about that tomorrow!

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We all know how important it is to entice a reader with a good blurb. Come by and post yours. If the book has released, feel free to add your buy links. If it has not, post your blogs or websites.

Here’s mine from The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, the first book in my series, The Marriage Game which will be on pre-order next month.

LADY PHOEBE STANHOPE, famous for her quick wits, fast horses, and punishing right hook, is afraid of nothing but falling in love. Fleeing a matchmaking attempt with the only man she despises, Phoebe meets a handsome blue-eyed stranger who sends her senses skittering. By the time Phoebe discovers the seductive stranger is the same arrogant troll she sent packing eight years ago, she is halfway to falling in love with him.

LORD MARCUS FINLEY last saw Phoebe striding regally away, as he lay on the floor with a bruised jaw and a rapidly swelling eye. Recently returned from the West Indies, Marcus is determined to earn Phoebe’s love, preferably before she discovers who he is. Determined to have Phoebe for his own, Marcus begins his campaign to gain her forgiveness and seduce her into marriage.

Can Phoebe learn to trust her own heart and Marcus? Or is she destined to remain alone?

Now, let’s see yours!

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Recently I’ve done a great deal of thinking about scene setting. This was prompted by seeing Les Miz the movie after having seen the stage version several times. The story and most of the music were the same, but the scene settings were completely opposite. The stage version had very few props, while the movie was opulent.

We all have to do it. Whether our world is a book, play, or movie is set in the 21st century, an historical period, or a fantasy world of the author’s own making, setting the scene is what draws the reader into our creation. Helps make them identify with our characters, and make the book, movie or play one they’ll enjoy.

Which do you like better, sparse, lavish, or something in between? Please post an excerpt with showing your preference. Here is mine from The Temptation of Lady Serena releasing in January 2014.

1814, Scottish Border Region

The Earl of Weir scowled. “Damn it, Serena, you can’t back out now. Not after the plans have been made. If you don’t go to London who will you marry? What do you have left here?”

Lady Serena Weir stared out the solar’s window, studying the bleak late February landscape. Snow covered the ground, more gray than white; the trees lifeless and black against the gloom. She glanced over her shoulder at her brother, James. “I could marry Cameron.”

“Do you even care for him more than moderately?”

“No, but he needs to marry, and he likes me.” She turned back to the window. Snow still covered the hills. In another month they’d be the feeding ground for the castle’s sheep and cattle. But if Mattie, her new sister-in-law, had
her way, Serena would not be there to see it.

James snorted with derision. “Cameron likes your dowry. Mattie has made all the plans. She assures me you’ll have a wonderful time.”

Serena pressed her lips tightly together. The plans, he’d said, as if they had taken on a life. The plans for her to go to London for her first Season at six and twenty years of age. A little old to be making a come out. The plans meant she would leave her home. The place she had been born and raised and never before left. Tears pricked her eyelids. She would not cry. Not in front of James. If a London Season was such a good idea, why hadn’t he sold out of the army after their father died, when she was still young? Instead, he’d left her here to manage the estate while he remained on Wellington’s staff.

James returned shortly before Christmas, with his bride, Madeleine—Mattie, as she liked to be called—and Serena’s ordered life was thrown into turmoil. She no longer knew what her future held.

Despite her warm cashmere dress and woolen shawl, Serena shivered. No matter how many fires were lit, Vere was always cold and damp, even in the solar, the warmest room in the castle. London would probably be warmer. That might be a good reason to go.

James teased her in the local dialect. “Serena, lass…”

She bit her lip. “James Weir, I know you did not speak Scots with Wellington.”

“Please, Sissy?” Her brother said, reverting to his childhood name for her. “Stop looking out the window and talk to me.”
Serena sighed, but turned. Her brother was tall with dark brown hair, like their mother’s, whereas she had her father’s auburn curls. She’d known he would marry, but it never occurred to her he would bring a wife home with him. Or that Serena would be forced to leave.

Serena fought her sudden panic, but there truly was nothing here for her anymore. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Good girl!” He smiled. “I’ll tell Mattie it’s settled.”

James gave Serena a peck on the cheek and strode out the door.

“Do. Go tell Mattie,” Serena muttered in frustration. What didn’t he tell Mattie?

London was Mattie’s idea to rid herself of her unwanted sister-in-law. Serena had been presented with the plans au fait accompli. Somehow, she would have to make the best of it.

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Regency Author Eileen Dreyer

Regency Author Eileen Dreyer

Please help me in welcoming my guest author today, the fabulous, best-selling author in two genres, Eileen Dreyer.

Ella: Eileen, thank you so much for being here today. I am a huge fan of your Regencies.

Eileen: Thanks so much for inviting me. I’m delighted to be here.

Ella: Tell us a little about yourself and what prompted you to start writing.

Eileen: I’ve written stories since I was ten years old (I still have all of them. The ones I wrote in high school starring myself and my friends are in a locked box that goes to my high school friend unopened at my death). Anyway, when I was 10 I realized that I had read every Nancy Drew. Not only that, the next one wouldn’t come out for a year. I was devastated. Then, suddenly, the light bulb went on. I could write my own Nancy Drew stories. More important, I could make them turn out the way I wanted them to.

Ella: Oooh, I loved Nancy Drew. How clever of you. You were already a big success in contemporary romantic suspense before you started writing Regencies. What made you decide to write historicals?

Eileen: I’ve always read historical romance. I’ve always wanted to write them. But I’m very critical of lousy research, and when I began writing, I simply didn’t know how to research. I decided that it would be much better for me if I focused on the skills I already had as I learned how to improve on the ones I was weak on—like research.

Thank heavens for Google, it’s now much easier for me. I truly love the idea of writing within the strict social framework of the Regency era, because it gives my heroines another antagonist to push against. I do write strong women, and yes, in some ways they have modern sensibilities. But they do not flaunt the rules of the day. For instance, I just read an old regency in which a young virginal woman decides to become a man’s mistress, and it doesn’t seem to bother anybody. Especially his family, who welcomes her to their home as his mistress. I mean, come on!

I will never only write one genre of romance or fiction. I love writing what I read, and that’s everything. But I really love walking around in Regency shoes.

Ella: What have you found most challenging about historical and what do you love best about the genre?

Eileen: The most difficult part for me is fitting my fictitious plot line into actual history. I mean, it would be easy to say that my heroine met Wellington in America. Except that he was never there. I remember writing the scene in BARELY A LADY when Olivia and Grace travel to the Waterloo battlefield to rescue her father. I have read fiction where the rescuers pop down and back up again, as if it’s nothing. That battlefield was over twelve miles away, down roads that were clogged with wounded, carts, dead horses, discarded supplies. It would have taken hours, just to get there. And then, suddenly I thought, “Oh, hell. By the time the cannons stopped(around 7PM), it would mean they wouldn’t get down there ‘til dark. How can they possibly see well enough to identify who they’re looking for? Please, please, let there have been a moon that night.” Well, it just so happens that there wasn’t just a moon that night, but a full moon, which was why Wellington felt he could chase Napoleon off the battlefield. I actually dance around the house when I found that out.

It’s the little details that make a book for me. The color of a uniform, or the look of a battlefield under the silver half-light of a moon. It makes it all come alive for me. And I admit that I felt a great sense of relief that I didn’t have to change the plot (I simply can’t commit anachronisms just for the benefit of my plot)

What do I love the most? As I said, I love having a real wall to throw my protagonists against, especially my heroine. It offers another antagonist, above and beyond the human and emotional antagonists. I mean, the heroine has to step apart of her society while obeying the most important tenets. That’s what I love about Kate, the Dowager Duchess of Murther, in ALWAYS A TEMPTRESS. Kate danced right at the edge of respectability with the delicacy of a ballet dancer. She was outrageous, but she conducted herself so that nobody could really shun her. Other heroines have to overcome their lifelong relation to the society of the time to triumph. For an author, that’s fun.

Ella: I know you’re working on another Regency now. If we promise not to give away any secrets, will you tell us about it?

it begins with a kiss reviseEileen: Well, I just finished the fourth book in the Drake’s Rakes series, which begins a new trilogy (I’ve decided to separate the nine-book series into three trilogies. The first, already out, is The Three Graces, for the heroines who met in the medical tents at Waterloo. The new trilogy is called Last Chance Academy for the school the heroines all attended).

Titled ONCE A RAKE, it is Ian Ferguson’s story. I don’t think it will surprise any readers that after we left him shot and bleeding in the middle of the English Channel, he manages to reach shore to ultimately end up in the hands of Sarah Clarke, a woman struggling to hold onto the failing estate of her husband, who hasn’t been heard of since Waterloo four months before. Ian is wanted for treason, Sarah has secrets that could destroy them both, and the actual traitors are trying to stop them both. I’m glad to say that the Rakes have cameos, especially my buddy Chuffy, and Sarah’s friends who star in the next books reintroduced. I have to say, I adore Ian and Sarah. Talk about survivors. And who could not love a braw, brash Scot who appears in a kilt at least once?

Ella, thank you again for the invitation. This has been really fun.

Ella: Thank you, Eileen for coming on. I’m thrilled to have you here. Now what we’ve all been waiting for, an excerpt of Eileen’s latests release. If you’ve never read her books you’re in for a huge treat. Take it away Eileen.

Eileen: Well, the latest is a short e-story entitled IT BEGINS WITH A KISS introducing the new Last Chance Academy trilogy. Because the story happens four years before the Drake’s Rakes series begins, and because Sarah and Ian never met then, the story focuses on Ian’s sister Fiona and his friend Alex Knight. But you meet the girls, and can figure out how they all fit with their Rakes.
Chapter One
1811, Near Bath
She was incorrigible. That was what Miss Lavinia Chase of Miss Chase’s Finishing School in Weston said. It was what the curate said from All Hallows down the road. It was what the Charitable Gift Committee said, who traveled the few miles from Bath to oversee her education.
Of course, all of the girls at Miss Chance’s Finishing School in Bath were incorrigible. It was why they were there, at what was more vulgarly known as Last Chance Academy. But even in that pantheon of misbehaving, maladroit young women, Fiona Ferguson stood out.
She was always thinking. Not in matters of poise or etiquette, not even in the art of being agreeable. No, that would have at least done them all some good. It might have insured Miss Ferguson a place, however tenuous, in society. But Miss Ferguson preferred science over penmanship. Philosophy over etiquette. And, dear heavens preserve them all, mathematics over everything. Not simply numbering that could see a wife through her household accounts. Algebra. Geometry. Indecipherable equations made up of unrecognizable symbols that meant nothing to anyone but the chit herself. It was enough to give Miss Chase hives.
The girl wasn’t even saved by having any proper feminine skills. She could not tat or sing or draw. Her needlework was execrable, and her Italian miserable. In fact, her only skills were completely unacceptable, as no one wanted a wife who wanted to discuss physics, or who could bring down more pheasant than her husband.
Even worse than those failings, though, was the fact that Miss Fiona had a definite lack of humility. No matter how often she was birched or locked in her room or given psalms to copy out a hundred times, she couldn’t seem to drop her eyes, or bend her knee the appropriate depth. In fact, when her benefactors visited to inspect her progress, she looked them right in the eye and answered as if she had something to say besides “thank you for your benevolence to such an unworthy girl.”
Incorrigible. And if they could find her brother, they would deliver her back into his care.
But her brother, an officer with the Highland Brigades, was fighting somewhere on the continent, which meant they had no hands to deliver Fiona into if they showed her the door. Only her sister, but even the Charitable Trust knew better than to deliver any human into the care of Mairead Ferguson.
“It’s not that I don’t think Miss Ferguson doesn’t deserve to be left to that unnatural family of hers,” Lady Bivens sniffed at the board meeting to consider the latest crisis Miss Ferguson had fomented. “Plain, great gawk of girl. Why, she’d be nothing without us. Cleaning out pots or plying her trade at Covent Garden.”
Across the room Squire Peters snorted. “Not likely. Rather ride an actual horse.”
As usual, Peters was ignored. The rest of the board continued happily blackening Miss Fiona’s name until their carriages pulled up.
They wouldn’t do anything. They all knew it. Ian Ferguson might be poor as a church mouse, and he might have questionable antecedents, but Britain had made him an officer and a gentleman, and his timely rescue of the Duke of Wellington at the a place called Bussaco had made him famous. His sister was safe. For now.
* * *
Fiona Ferguson was safe because she was locked in the attic room where all misbehaving girls were sent to ruminate on their sins. After all, the board meeting had been called in response to her attempted flight from school with a groom from the local public stables. Fortunately, Miss Letrice Riordan had discovered the scheme in time and notify Miss Chase.
Fiona had said not a word when she’d been intercepted by the headmistress and John the footman on the back path leading to the mews behind Pierrepont Street. She hadn’t said a word all the way back in and up the four flights to her prison, or when they’d locked the door in her face. She had just stood there, white-faced and silent, as if they had been the ones in the wrong instead of her.
Not one person had asked why it was she had packed one small bag and run off, a crumpled letter in her hand. And not one person had thought to check on her throughout the long October night, to see if she was afraid or hungry. Miss Fiona Ferguson was in punishment, and that was enough.
To be honest, Fiona didn’t notice either. She lay atop a thin blanket on the narrow rope bed, fully clothed, staring at a water stain on the ceiling that over the years had taken the shape of Italy. But she wasn’t paying attention to that either. Fiona’s attention was on the paper she clenched in her right hand. The letter that had come to the Bath receiving office five days ago. It had taken her three days to sneak the money to the cook to claim it without Miss Chase finding out. It had taken a day to prepare her escape, and another three hours to be found out and dragged back.
She was still lying in the frigid room thinking of how to manage a more successful flight when she heard the scrape of a key in the lock.


Author Bio:

New York Times bestselling, award-winning  author Eileen Dreyer, known as Kathleen Korbel to her Silhouette readers, has published 28 romance novels, 8 medico-forensic suspenses, and 7 short stories.

2012 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her first foray into historical romance, the Drake’s Rakes series, which follow the lives of a group of British aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything to keep their country safe. After publication of the first trilogy in the series, she has just signed for the next trilogy, following the graduates of the aptly named Last Chance Academy, who each finds herself crossing swords with Drake’s Rakes. Eileen spent time not only in England and Italy, but India to research the series (it’s a filthy job, but somebody has to do it).

A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.

Dreyer won her first publishing award in 1987, being named the best new Contemporary Romance Author by RT Bookclub. Since that time she has also garnered not only five other writing awards from RT, but five RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America, which secures her only the fourth place in the Romance Writers of America prestigious Hall of Fame. Since extending her reach to suspense, she has also garnered a coveted Anthony Award nomination.

A frequent speaker at conferences, she maintains membership in Romance Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and, just in case things go wrong, Emergency Nurses Association and International Association of Forensic Nurses.

Eileen is an addicted traveler, having sung in some of the best Irish pubs in the world, and admits she sees research as a handy way to salve her insatiable curiosity. She counts film producers, police detectives and Olympic athletes as some of her sources and friends. She’s also trained in forensic nursing and death investigation, although she doesn’t see herself actively working in the field, unless this writing thing doesn’t pan out.

Get in touch: eileendreyer@eileendreyer.com


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I’m so excited. I just sent off the contract for my website to Shelley Kay of Web Crafters. It is to go live on April 1st. To celebrate, I’ll post an excerpt of The Seduction of Lady Phoebe and the cover, if I have it.

If you’d like to read the excerpt before the site goes live, sign up for my newsletter.

In addition to the website, the lovely and fabulous Regency author Grace Burrowes read the Seduction of Lady Phoebe and said the following:

“Lady Phoebe is a heroine Georgette Heyer would adore–plucky, pretty, and well worth the devotion of the dashing Lord Marcus.  A marvelous find for Regency romance readers.”


“A handsome rake reformed, true love, plenty of spice, and a heinous villain–what could be better?”


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Last week we started with the premise that men have a less complicated thought process than women. As a female, I have to admit that I do sometimes over think a problem or situation instead of just taking it at face value. This is especially true when I was much younger and dating my husband. So tell me, to you find yourself over analyzing? Do your heroines fall into the same trap?

If you have an excerpt showing your heroine over thinking something, please share.

Here is an excerpt from Lady Caro’s Accidental Marriage, where Caro is trying to figure out what exactly Huntley is doing.
Hours later, clinking china woke her. She was surprised to find her head and one hand on Huntley’s chest. Her first thought was how improper being with him was. Then she remembered she was married, and, for reasons she did not yet understand, she’d asked him to join her in bed. It was like having two people in her head, one who wanted the warmth and comfort of Huntley’s body and the other who wanted to run as far as possible away from him. Right now, comfort was winning the battle.

One of his hands held her buttocks, anchoring her securely against him. His slow steady breathing whistled in a soft snore. The hand felt—well—how did she feel about the hand? It was warm and oddly comforting. But why was it there? Was it convenient because her bottom stuck out and thus made a good handhold? Or was it because he had long arms, and it was more comfortable than resting his hand on her waist? He stirred and the hand tightened a little and drew her closer. Ah, definitely a handhold.

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Erin Eymard, proprietress of the The Bookworms Fancy Blog, nominated me for the Liebster blog award. I am to post the seal, which has been accomplished, recite eleven random facts about myself, and answer eleven more questions, then beg five more bloggers to participate.

Random Facts:

  1. I love historical culture. Not just history. I want to understand how people thought.
  2. I thank the creator for having ADHD. I wouldn’t get nearly as much done without it.
  3. I love to cook.
  4. I dream about sailing to Europe.
  5. I love paddle boarding.
  6. I have freckles on my knees.
  7. No matter how hard I try I can’t spell. I’ve been told it’s a sign of intelligence, but I still keep trying.
  8. I insist my family have manners, including the dog and cats.
  9. I’m not at all flexible when it comes to breakfast.
  10. I don’t bake.
  11. Ever since I saw Bewitched for the first time I’ve wanted to have the power to wiggle my nose to get things done.


Eleven Questions I Must Answer

  1. Before now, had you ever heard of the Liebster Award? No.
  2. Before now, had you ever heard of me? Yes, we are friends on FB.
  3. How long have you been blogging? Since December of 2011.
  4. What is the primary purpose of your blog? To give other authors a chance to post excerpts and to promote historical romance, particularly Regency romance.
  5. Where do your blogging ideas come from? The books I read, twitter, the internet.
  6. Do you blog according to a schedule or is it more random? I blog twice a week and re-blog in between.
  7. If you have a day job, what is it? If not, just say something interesting. I’m an author.
  8. Which search engine is set as default on your browser? Internet explorer.
  9. Did you have to check your browser before answering #8? No.
  10. What is the title of the last book you read? Lady Eve’s Indiscretion by Grace Burrowes.
  11. Have you ever met a famous person? Several.

I am requesting the following bloggers for the Leibester Award.

Angelyn Schmid at Angelyn’s Blog angelynschmid.com

Angela Quarles http://angelaquarles.com/

Liza O’Connor http://www.lizaoconnor.com/

Marie Higgins at I Must Be Dreaming  http://mariehiggins84302.blogspot.com/

Jenna Jaxon at Jenna’s Journal http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/


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“Guys are simple… women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.”
Dave Barry

I loved this quote. Those of us who are romance writers are always faced with the question why does he love her? There has to be a reason for the hero to fall in love with the heroine. So we make up reasons. She’s beautiful, intelligent, kind, funny, anything to justify the attraction. But the plain fact of the matter is that’s X chromosome thinking. Most men can’t tell you why they fell in love. I asked my husband of twenty-nine (thirty-two together) years why he loved me and got a deer in the headlights look. So then I gave him prompts and he agreed with all of them. Fortunately, I didn’t say anything bad about myself.

So I challenge you. Ask your significant other, it has to be a guy for this experiment, why he loves you. What is the very first expression on his face, before he has time to think? If he says, because I like your buttocks, I want to know that as well. Are other Alpha males like my husband or is he just strange?

Here is an excerpt from The Temptation of Lady Serena, which will be released by Kensington next January.

When the butler announced Robert, he stepped into the room and languidly surveyed the company. He smiled at the Rutherfords, but his attention was arrested by the lady he’d seen walking and on horseback. He had trouble catching his breath and even greater difficulty maintaining his countenance. He cast an experienced eye over her.

The lady wasn’t a young miss. Perhaps she was a widow. She was far lovelier than he’d thought she’d be. Her hair was dressed high, curls dropped and bounced around her shoulders from the loose top knot. One curl caressed her breast. He itched to twist that curl around his finger. Her rosy lips tilted up at the corners. What would it be like to kiss those lips? He intended to find out.

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