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Welcome and happy Sunday!!

Congratulations to Lori H. who won Alina’s book!!

Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret

Whew, this week has been insane! Yesterday I finally gave out and read a book!

The week coming isn’t stacking up to be any calmer. If you haven’t heard, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret releases on Thursday!! I’m having a FB party with a ton of Regency and historical authors joining me with giveaways. If you haven’t received an invitation and want to come, just let me know. In addition to that, I’ll also be on a blog tour.

Details can be found here!  You will have the option of winning a print or ebook!

 

 

I am leaving my island this week to travel to the States. The plan is to sail back down to St. Thomas in November. Wish us luck that everything comes together!

Here are my last photos from Magan’s until I return.

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Magen's Aug 14

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I hope to see you during the release party and blog tour!

Have a wonderful week!

Ella

 

 

 

 

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Today I’ll be at Manic Readers and Romance Divas. I’ll be giving away books at both blogs. Please stop by and visit!

The Temptation of Lady Serena

The Temptation of Lady Serena

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The Temptation of Lady Serena releases today and is already on the Amazon Regency Bestseller list!! Thank you so much!

The Temptation of Lady Serena

The Temptation of Lady Serena

“Supported by a wonderful cast of characters, Quinn’s thoughtfully drawn lovers teach each other the value of love in this delicious Regency treat.” ~ New York Times Bestselling author Eileen Dreyer

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 charms…

And the blog tour begins!

Today I’ll be at

SOS Aloha with a giveaway.

Mary Gramlich’s Blog with a giveaway.

and on USA Today HEA

Please stop by and visit!

Buy Links:

Kensington ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~ Amazon Canada ~ Amazon FR ~ Amazon IT ~ Barnes & Nobel ~ iTunes

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I’m so pleased to have with me one of my critique partners, Christi Caldwell visiting today with her new book, Forever Betrothed, Never the Bride, which releases in January!!! She’ll be giving away a digital copy to one lucky commenter who leaves a comment saying she/he wants the book.

Let’s look at the cover first.

Forever Betrothed Official Cover

Then the blurb:

Hopeless romantic Lady Emmaline Fitzhugh is tired of sitting with the wallflowers, waiting for her betrothed to come to his senses and marry her. When Emmaline reads one too many reports of his scandalous liaisons in the gossip rags, she takes matters into her own hands.
War-torn veteran Lord Drake devotes himself to forgetting his days on the Peninsula through an endless round of meaningless associations. He no longer wants to feel anything, but Lady Emmaline is making it hard to maintain a state of numbness. With her zest for life, she awakens his passion and desire for love.
The one woman Drake has spent the better part of his life avoiding is now the only woman he needs, but he is no longer a man worthy of his Emmaline. It is up to her to show him the healing power of love.

And finally an excerpt.

A vulgar shout and frightened screams split the cacophony of mundane street sounds.
            Lady Emmaline Rose Fitzhugh paused on the pavement and raised a hand to shield her eyes against the sun’s brightness. She frowned.
Lord Whitmore and Lord Cavenleigh.
Two of Society’s most dandified fops.
 Lord Whitmore tugged hard at the reigns and leapt from the still moving conveyance. “You filthy cow!” He raged at the poor woman in the street.
            Lord Cavenleigh, jumped down from his carriage and muttered a string of curses.
            Emmaline’s skin heated at the rather descriptive obscenities they unleashed on the woman. Having an older brother, she’d heard her fair share of inappropriate words, but Cavenleigh’s litany was rather original even on that score.
            As the street erupted with the panicked cries of young ladies, the peddler bowed her head. Stringy gray hair straggled into her eyes. “Oi’m sorry, m-my lord.”
            Cavenleigh kicked a tomato at the old woman, and smattered her skirts with the ripened fruit.
            Emmaline gasped.
            Her maid, Grace, took her by the arm and attempted to steer her away. “Please, come away, my lady.”
            Emmaline ignored her efforts and rushed into the fray. “Cease, immediately.” She stepped into the street just as the assailant launched another tomato at the peddler.
            The projectile missed its intended mark and splattered onto the embroidered lace edging of Emmaline’s ivory silk skirts.
            Hands squared on her hips, she glared at the two men. “How dare you?”
            Whitmore, with his slickly oiled and very deliberately curled red hair, stepped around Emmaline to launch a barrage of insults at the quaking woman. He brandished his riding crop. “Sorry? You’re sorry? We could have been killed and for what? Your meaningless life and rotten vegetables?”
            Emmaline threw herself in front of the aged peddler. “What manner of gentlemen would torment a defenseless woman?”
            “No, my lady,” Grace cried.
            A tall figure stepped into the fray and positioned himself between Grace and the two assailants.
Society knew the gentleman as the Marquess of Drake.
            Emmaline knew him as her betrothed.
Lord Drake wrenched the whip from the cad’s fingers, cracked the instrument in half, and tossed the two pieces aside.
            She swallowed hard. Lord Drake stood more than a head taller than her and possessed the kind of hardened masculine perfection Michelangelo would have ached to memorialize in stone. The harsh angles of his face bespoke power and commanded notice. With rugged cheeks, aquiline nose, and squared jaw, he conveyed raw vitality. The hint of a curl to his unfashionably long golden hair seemed suited to this real life David.
            “You clearly have very little value for your life,” Drake was saying to the two fops who’d moments ago tormented the poor old woman.
             Emmaline’s stare collided with Drake’s emerald eyes. The green irises pierced through her with heated intensity; robbed her of breath.
            Get a hold of yourself, Em. He is just a man. A gloriously, stunning man—but that was neither here nor there.
She looked toward Whitmore and Cavenleigh. Cavenleigh had the good sense to stagger backwards and scurry from the incident like a rodent discovered by Cook in the kitchens.
About the author:
Twitter Picture ChrissyChristi Caldwell blames Judith McNaught’s “Whitney, My Love!” for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and pick up her laptop to try her hand at romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections, and she rather enjoys torturing them before crafting them a well deserved happily ever after! 

Christi makes her home in southern Connecticut where she spends her time writing her own enchanting historical romances, teaching history, and being a full-time wife and mother!

 

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I know, I missed last week and I’m sorry. To make it up to you, I’m inviting you to post fifteen paragraphs of whatever you like, as well as your buy links, and social media information. Please keep it PG-13.

Here is mine from The Temptation of Lady Serena which releases on January 2, 2014.

The Temptation of Lady Serena

The Temptation of Lady Serena

 

Shamir’s hooves clattered on the brick of the stable yard. Serena slid down from her horse and, hoping to avoid her aunt, hurried to a door on the side of the house. Serena had not yet found a way to explain to her aunt how riding calmed her fears so that she would understand.

“Serena,” Aunt Catherine called from the breakfast room.

Serena jumped. Damn, caught again. “Yes, Aunt Catherine?”

“Come here, my dear.”

She was certain her aunt planned, once again, to kindly explain why Serena could not ride alone. Though, after seeing the man on horseback this morning, she acknowledged her aunt might be right.

Well, there was no avoiding it. Serena straightened her shoulders and entered the breakfast room braced for a reprimand.

Her jaw dropped.

Two very fashionable couples were with her aunt—one older, about her aunt’s age, the other couple near her age. The men wore close-fitting dark coats and beautifully arranged cravats. They and the younger woman, shorter than Serena by a few inches, rose. Her gown was of a light brown cashmere, trimmed with dark brown ribbon, and tied under her bosom with a darker brown and gold twisted cord.

Serena shut her mouth and stood, rooted in place. The younger woman approached, smiling and holding out her hands. Serena, in her dull russet riding habit, felt like a duck to this lady’s swan.

“I am so happy to finally meet you,” the woman said. “I’m your cousin Phoebe. May I call you Serena? It is such a lovely name. We are here to help you make your debut.”

When Phoebe embraced Serena warmly, she awkwardly returned the gesture. Serena blinked back tears and her tension seeped out as Phoebe then led the way to the table.

“You’re surprised, I’m sure,” Phoebe said, in a warm voice. “I’ve just been told your aunt did not inform you we were coming.”

Serena glanced toward her aunt, who immediately introduced the others present. “Serena, do you remember your uncle Henry and his wife, Ester? Phoebe is their niece. Her husband is Marcus, Earl of Evesham.”

The tall dark-haired man inclined his head.

“Your uncle Henry has been very interested to hear of you over the years and has invited us to stay at St. Eth House for the Season.” Aunt Catherine smiled. “There is no one more able to help you through your Season.”

Buy Links: Kensington ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~ Amazon Canada ~ Amazon FR ~ Amazon IT ~ Barnes & Nobel ~ iTunes

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With everyone back to their own homes, I’d planned to do nothing but edit this week. However fate had some lovely surprises in store for me.

But let begin with the winner of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh from Romance Reviews End of Year Splash Party. Congratulations to Amy Bowens!! Congratulations

The Temptation of Lady Serena

The Temptation of Lady Serena

In other happenings, The Temptation of Lady Serena was reviewed by the Library Journal!!!

My publicist at Kensington also received notice that Serena will also be reviewed in the February issue of RT and by Night Owl Reviews.

My Regency Christmas Traditions article was also in The Romance Reviews new e-zine.

I was able to get editing done, and the Christmas novella for next year is almost finished.

Here is an excerpt.

Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel, sat in the plain, but clean chamber at the inn. His hand trembled as much as the candle’s light as he read the list of names in the coded message. Rage coursed through his blood, and his stomach clenched as if a knife twisted in it. He moved his jaw to ease the ache. He’d see them all in hell, including Louis and Napoleon, before he allowed Fouché’s plan to succeed. As long as he lived, Madeleine would never whore herself for anyone. How had she, been caught up in this war deception? Her father had joined the Revolution to keep his family safe.

Georges ran his palm over his face, then held the paper to candle’s flame before tossing it into the fireplace. When the paper had shriveled to black, he stirred the ash until it blended with the rest of the cinders.

If only their fathers had allowed the planned marriage between him and Madeleine to take place, she’d be safely in England. Instead, Georges had kept track of her as best as he could. He’d even seen her a few times. She’d grown into the most beautiful woman he could have imagined. The almost silvery blond hair she’d had as child hadn’t changed. Her eyes were the blue of deeply frozen ice.

Now what you really want, pictures from my trip to St. John last Sunday.

Some of you have already seen the photo from the car ferry, but here it is for those of you who didn’t see it.

Here we are arriving in St. John.

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There are several pull overs where the views are lovely.

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St. John is famous for it’s wild donkeys.

Wild Donkeys

This guy was really friendly. Friend comeing to visit

Here we are at the end of the day, back at the ferry terminal.

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I wish all of you a wonderful week.

Ella

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Because so many of you had similar title entries, we had to be very specific.   <drum roll please> The winner is Mary Chen who was the first to enter the entire title, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret.

Congratulations, Mary!!

In other news, I finally finished the first draft of my novella for Christmas 2014. I’m on to edits tomorrow.

No beach pictures due to all the rain this week, but I did take some from the ferry over to Tortola.

Here is the car ferry going to St. John.Car ferry

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is one of the Windjammer cruise ships.Cruise ship 1


 

 

 

 

 

We also went to a local craft show in Tillet Gardens.

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Have a wonderful week,

Ella

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Monday Excerpts will be back next week. Today I’m honored to be on Karen’s Killer Book Bench with a giveaway of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh!! Please come by and visit!

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh

The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh

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This has been a pretty quite week. I’ve not received the names of the winners from the blogs I’ve been on, and, due to a cyber glitch, my editor has not selected a title yet. We do have one book winner though!!

CongratulationsMelissa Keir won Anne Cleeland’s book!! Congratulations, Melissa!!

Except for a wonderful day spent with fellow author, Amy Pfaff, when she came in on a cruise ship, I’ve spent most of the week working on my Christmas novella for 2014. This is Georges and Madeleine’s story. If you’ve read The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, you’ll remember the not always very likable, shadowy French guy. Having to limit my word count to 25,000 is a real struggle for me, but it will get done. I also foresee lots of editing.

Here is an excerpt. Tell me what you think.

September 1814, Beaune, France

Madeleine, Comtesse du Beaune, laid her pen down on the old cherry desk. Thank the Lord she had a head for numbers. Each vineyard, even the ones that held only one or two rows were accounted for. If only the central government had allowed her to completely take her father’s position as négociant. Better a wine-trader than a dead Aristo or a pauper, papa had said. Mamma had begged him to take the family to England, but he would not leave France. Yet now he was dead, and no one could explain how it had come about. After all, a man who did not ride horses anymore could hardly fall off one and break his neck. What was worse was Monsieur Coupe, the person who had been assigned to oversee Madeleine’s work.

A knock sounded on the door, and it opened. “Milady, Monsieur Coupe”—her butler, Durant’s, lip lifted in a sneer—“is here to see you.”

She’d like to cut Monsieur Coupe’s male parts off and feed them to the pig.

This time of year Magen’s gets every north swell going. It makes walking a challenge, and paddle boarding not much fun. So, I’m taking you to Secret Harbor on the East end of the island.

Secret Harbor

I wasn’t the only one paddling. People paddling

I love seeing the boats.

boats

So what do you think of the new beach?

Have a wonderful week,

Ella

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Good morning. Congratulations to Eileen Dandashi for winning Regina Jeffers’s book!!

I’m on Bookworm 2 Bookworm blog today with a new excerpt from The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, and a giveaway. They have also done a lovely review for the book. I’d love it if you stopped by.

It was a busy week. I had the copy-edits for Desiring Lady Caro due on Thursday. Then, as soon as I sent them in, my editor wanted the final manuscript for book #5.  Thanks to all of you, I have lots of good choices for title. I’ve already sent them to my editor. I’ll let you know as soon as he picks one.

The bay was pretty rough this week, so no sand castles or other art. This gives you an idea of the surf.

Surf

The waves have been so high, the sand started to bury the picnic table.

Picnic table being burried

As you can see here, the outlet from the mangrove swamp is sanded in again.

Swamp sanded in

We had a visiting catamaran.

Visiting Catamaran

Have a wonderful week.

Ella

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