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Happy Sunday! We have lots of winners this week, so lets start with them.

CongratulationsCongratulations goes to Sharon Extine for winning a copy of Jenna Jaxon’s book, Angie Garn for winning a copy of my book, and Connie Fischer for winning Shannon Donnelly’s book!!

I hope you have a wonderful time reading!!

 

 

I wish I could tell you that things are slowing down for me, but I still have to finish book 3 in The Worthingtons. My title for this one is It Started with a Kiss. We’ll see if it survives my editor.

In fun news, I received my first box of ARCs for Three Weeks to Wed.

Three Weeks to Wed ARCs

Hubby had to carry them from the mailroom to our dinghy. I can tell you that the box was not light. In any event, to celebrate I’m giving away a copy to one of you. The rules are the same, just tell me you want the book. Bear in mind that this is not the final copy, so there will be errors. On the other hand, you can laugh at my spelling and punctuation mistakes.

Also, the box set is available for pre-order. It’s only .99 and I am using this opportunity to publish A Promise of Love, the first book in The Trevors.  My new novella series based on the children of the Duke of Somerset who was introduced to you in Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince. He has not improved, but I hope you will have fun reading about how his children escape him and find love and happiness.

I don’t have a blurb yet, but here is an excerpt.

Passionate+Promises+Final+BOX+1000x640April 1817, London

Lord Francis (Frank) Trevor glanced around the brilliantly lit ballroom wondering what the devil he was doing there. As the second son of the Duke of Somerset, one might suppose he would be used to the ton. And one would be mistaken. Other than the brief period of time he’d spent on the town during a university holiday, he had been acting as his father’s factor. A job that should belong to his eldest brother Damon, Marquis of Hawksworth. His father’s heir.

Frank hadn’t even had a holiday from running the dukedom’s estates. However, as soon as the Father had departed for Scotland with a few of his cronies, Mama had decided Frank could benefit from a touch of Town bronze. How the hell that was supposed to help him when he dealt mainly with crops and animals, he had no idea. He was trapped in a life he did not want and had no hope of employment outside of slaving for his father. If he even attempted to find another position, the duke would ensure he never got it. And after Damon’s marriage to Meg Featherton at Christmas, the duke had made very clear that in the future he would be making any necessary matches for his children.

Ergo, being here was a waste of time and money, though, thankfully, not his own.

A glass of wine was pressed into his hand. “Frank, you are supposed to be having fun.” His brother, Damon had a lazy smile on his face. “Not looking as if you’re facing a hanging.”

Frank took a long pull on the wine. “I’m having trouble knowing where to start. How did you manage to talk father into this visit?”

“Ah, well.” Rather than answering his question, his brother scanned the crowd. “Your mother decided it was time you were introduced to some of the ladies.”

As if he would really be allowed to choose his own bride. “Did she happen to send you a list of ladies who father would approve?”

“Ah, no.”

Damon raised his hand, and they were almost immediately joined by Meg, his wife of four months, and the young lady she had in tow. A beautiful lady with enough curves to entice a monk. Just what he needed. Even though he was immediately smitten with her, she was not for him. He had nothing to offer a woman looking for a husband, and he had his father to contend with.

“My love,” Damon continued, “we forgot that Frank doesn’t really know anyone one.”

“Aren’t you fortunate that I have a remedy?” Meg gave Frank an innocent grin.

She was up to something. The former Miss Margaret Featherton was the only female that had ever bested his father. “Miss MacGowan, may I introduce you to my brother-in-law Lord Francis Trevor. Frank, Miss MacGowan. She has been traveling the Continent, and, like you, does not know many people here.”

The woman smiled politely, but there was a hard glitter in her eyes as she held out her hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

The moment their hands touched Frank caught his breath. He took another look into her eyes and could now see they were the color of a Scottish lake, and not nearly as cold as they had been a moment ago. A hint of lavender and lemon wove its magic, capturing his senses, and his hand warmed where her long slim fingers rested in his palm. Her thick, auburn hair was arranged on top of her head, with tendrils curling down to fame her oval face. He imagined running his fingers through her silky tresses. He didn’t know how long he just stood there, but someone coughed, and he remembered he had to bow and say something.

“It is a pleasure, Miss MacGowan.” He was surprised he could speak at all, nonetheless in a normal voice.

For a moment she stared at him, as if she was feeling the same strange sensations that had attacked him. Then she grinned ruefully, a look of consternation on her lovely face. “Dear me, you would think I’d know this by now.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if speaking to herself. “What do I call you?” After a moment, her brow cleared. “Oh, yes. Lord Francis.”

“I actually prefer Lord Frank.” Then, lost as he was by her flaming hair and flawless milky skin, he said the first thing that came into his head, “You do not sound Scottish.”

She laughed. A lilting sound that made him want to laugh as well. “That is because I am not. I have Scottish antecedents on my father’s side, English on my mother’s side, and a great deal of Dutch mixed in.” Her tone became defensive and challenging at the same time. “I, sir, am an American.”

American? Frank stilled for a moment. The only American woman he had heard of was . . . “From New York?” Holding her chin high Miss MacGowan nodded. “The one who was in Paris last autumn?”

“Exactly.” Her tone was as sour as a lemon. “The American heiress.” She leaned in confidingly. “You had better watch yourself, I might bite.”

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Generally, I close the blog down for Christmas, but in the middle of next week I have two guest authors visiting me, one between Christmas and New Year, and Collette Cameron has a lovely post she has asked me to run on New Years. Don’t forget to stop by.

On to boat news. We’ve been cruising the BVI. We left yesterday to go back to St. Thomas. For the next two days I’ll be removing everything from our house here. Yes, it finally closed!! Then we’re back to the BVI for Christmas and on to St. Martin for our anniversary and New Year.

Soldier's Bay, Norman IslandTall Ship Dec 2015

Sunrise Sea Cow BayFrom Norman to Peter and TortolaWe’ve decided to sail as far south as St. Lucia before working our way back up the island to the States. Europe has been put off for a year as we need to get things for the boat before we make the crossing. I generally pick up what I think are interesting items in each island I go to. Last year it was handmade jewelry and spices. I’ll probably do that again. I give these away at conference and contests. Since I’ll be back in the States for the summer, I’d love to meet with some of you.

Have a Merry Christmas. I may be on my way to St. Martin next Sunday, if so, I’ll be back after the New Year.

May peace and love be with you.

Ella

 

 

 

 

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I’m still on the Christmas theme. So, today we’re doing excerpts of your Christmas book or your latest release! Don’t forget to add your by links.

Here is mine from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince.

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookDamon sucked in a breath as Meg emerged from the corridor wearing a deep-red velvet gown that accentuated her curves as she glided toward the stairs. Her dark curls picked up the candlelight and danced around her face. Sweet Jesus, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she would be his.

Pretending that she was walking to him, he held out his hand. “Good evening.”

She lifted her eyes to his, but they were shuttered, as if she was attempting to deny even the friendship that was growing between them. “Are you always before times, my lord?”

“I like to scout out the area before others arrive.” He waited until she placed her hand on his arm before asking, “What is your reason?”

“I merely enjoy being timely.”

“A virtue, to be sure. After you left, I found another riddle.”

“Were you able to figure out the answer?”

“This one was not difficult. Shall I recite it to you?” Without waiting for her to answer, he began. “‘My first doth affliction denote, which my second is destined to feel; and my whole is the best antidote that affliction to soften and heal.’”

She wrinkled her brow, then after a moment shook her head. “No. You will have to tell me.”

“The answer is a woman.” Meg opened her lips, but he continued before she could speak. “It appears that most men think of women as the remedy to any affliction.”

“I am positive I do not wish to be anyone’s cure.”

“Perhaps it is better that one has experienced love, even if one then loses the love.”

“Why would you think that?”

Meg made a derogatory snort. “I am quite sure that is only true in your imagination. Normal people are perfectly capable of living their lives in calm contentment. Mad love is not necessary to happiness and can be detrimental to it.”

Perhaps now he would have the conversation he had wanted to have with her. “Marriage without passion seems to be a rather boring proposition.”

“Not at all. It is perfectly reasonable. Neither party need be injured by the other’s actions.”

“No need to be upset if the husband looks too long at another lady. No need to—”

“I did not say that.” Her chin firmed as if she was ready to do verbal battle. “After all, it would be a matter of respect for the husband not to leer at other women in his wife’s presence.”

He fought to keep his lips from quivering with a smile. “I understand you. He may act as he pleases as long as his wife is not around.”

“You are being unreasonable.”

“Not at all. I am merely trying to understand your point. You do not wish for passion in marriage, yet you would forbid passion altogether.”

“One may have passion for one’s family and children.”

“Do you plan to—”

“Hawksworth.” Lady Bellamny led a footman carrying a box of greenery. “I have received these from Lady Grantville. Since you and Miss Featherton are early, you may direct their hanging.”

He carefully picked up one of the red ribbons and grinned. Hanging from it was a kissing ball, complete with mistletoe. “It would be our pleasure. Although, I must confess, I know little about hanging kissing balls, but I am certain Miss Featherton will know.”

She turned bright red then gasped. After a few moments’ struggle, she retorted, “I can only tell you where my mother hangs them, my lord. She must know best, as they are denuded of berries before Twelfth Night.”

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Welcome to Monday Excerpts. I am going to assume most of you are overloaded with family obligations and getting ready for Christmas. So today we’ll keep it easy. Post your Christmas story blurb or, if you don’t have one, your most recent release.

Here is mine from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince.

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…

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It’s time to strut your stuff!! Let’s do secondary characters.

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookI’m about two weeks out from my next release, so mine is from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince.

After spending over four hours at her mother’s modiste, Amanda rushed through the door of her home, still trying to decide how she going to convince Meg to end her pursuit of Viscount Throughgood. Meg was beautiful and vivacious and everything Amanda was not. If Meg set her cap at his lordship, she would surely catch him. It was not that Amanda did not wish her friend happiness; she wanted nothing more. Yet despite what her friend had said about giving up on love, she still believed Meg would find the right gentleman for her, and Amanda did not believe it would be Lord Throughgood. He had been so kind to her last evening, even going so far as to request a dance at the next entertainment, and he had made an appointment to take her riding in the Park to-day. For which she must change immediately if she was not to be late. She smiled as she remembered how easily they had conversed, as if they had known each other forever and not merely a few hours.

As she entered the hall and almost ran into the round hall table. A large bouquet of hot-house roses stood in a vase in the center. “Where did these come from?”

“They are for you, miss.” The butler directed her attention to the smallish piece of white paper. “The card is next to them.”

Amanda donned her glasses and read the words, hardly able to believe them.

<LET>My dear Miss Hiller,

Please accept this small token of my regard. I saw them this morning and their loveliness reminded me of you.

Yr servant,

C, Viscount Throughgood

From the moment she first saw him, he had struck her as the most handsome gentleman at the ball. His lovely brown hair curled softly. His blue eyes, with just a hint of gray, had smiled at her. He was not very tall, but more than tall enough for her. The fact that he was a little plump appealed as well. After all, she was no sylph. When they had danced together there had been no awkwardness at all. They just seemed to fit together.

She clutched the note to her bosom and buried her nose in the blooms. She could happily remain there for a life-time. There must be some way to preserve the roses. “Oh my,” she mumbled into the flowers. “No one has ever called me lovely!”

“I’m quite sure that is not true,” her mother said prosaically. “Just the other day your father said you were a beautiful girl and one day some gentleman would recognize it.” Amanda lifted her head. Mama had stopped and glanced at the flowers as if seeing them for the first time. “Who are those from?”

“Lord Throughgood.” Amanda reverently breathed the words. She felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. No one had ever sent her flowers before. “I hope you do not mind that I already opened the card. It is perfectly unexceptionable.”

“Well.” Her mother was still staring at the bouquet as if it might disappear at any moment. “What a nice young man. We must invite him to dinner.”

Still clutching the card, she threw her arms around her mother. “Oh, could we?”

Mama patted Amanda’s back. “Now, do not be such a goose. Naturally, I shall send him an invitation.”

Mama held out her hand, and Amanda dutifully gave the missive to her mother. After a few moments, Mama said, “Very unexceptionable. I shall look forward to meeting his lordship. Now you must change, or have you forgot he is taking you for a ride today?”

The moment she had read the missive, she had forgot. “No, I’m on my way to my room now.” Amanda practically floated to her chamber, then fell on her bed. “Oh, Jubie, I think I am falling in love.”

Her maid had received the flowers from a footman who had brought them up, and placed them on Amanda’s dressing table. “There, you see. There was nothing to worry about. How many times have I told you that the right gentleman would come along? Stand up and let me get you out of your gown.”

Amanda stood, allowing her maid to take charge. She was the happiest lady in the world, except for one small problem. What was she going to say to Meg? She had just recovered from Lord Swindon when Lord Tarlington broke her heart. If Amanda was truly the good friend she thought she was, she would step aside for Meg to have Lord Throughgood. Then again, gentlemen regularly fell in love with Meg. This might be Amanda’s only chance at love and happiness. She re-read the note and sighed.

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I’m finally back, but only for another week. After that, I’ll be off on a ten to fourteen day passage to the Caribbean.

Let’s begin with the weekend’s book winners! Congratulations to Gaelicark who won Nicola Davidson’s book, OFK_1600One Forbidden Knight!

CR - ebook coverCongratulations also goes to Jeanne Miro for winning Louisa Cornell’s book Christmas Revels!

 

 

 

As for my book news. Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret is on a BookBub sale today for $.99!!

Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret

Here is the blurb.

Ella Quinn’s intriguing and irresistible bachelors are masters in the game of seduction. But nothing has the power to change a single man’s mind like a captivating woman…  

William, Viscount Wivenly, plans to remain the most eligible of bachelors. He refuses to surrender to the schemes of husband-hunting ladies and matchmaking mamas. Fleeing the pressure of the ton, he’s bent on finding refuge in the West Indies. What he finds instead is a fascinating stranger, a woman so unlike those of his society that he can’t resist such a beguiling distraction… 

Determined to let nothing complicate her mission to protect her family’s livelihood while covertly rescuing orphaned slave children, Miss Eugénie Villaret does her best to evade suitors. But when dashing William lures her down a path of forbidden adventure and delicious danger, she may be convinced that business can indeed be mixed with pleasure—and persuaded to add passion to her priorities…

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Fun stuff has been going on with my November release, Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince. She received a 4-star review from Romantic Times.

The Marriage Games series winds down in this last entry that is full of surprises. Victims of a matchmaking godmother and a dowager duchess, Meg and Damon slowly realize they are meant for each other in Quinn’s entertaining novel. Poignant at times, it’s a story to savor by a crackling fire.

And a 4.5 star Top Pick from Night Owl Reviews!

Ella Quinn gifts readers with a lovely historical, holiday romance.

Meg Featherton aims to have a fiancée before the holiday season ends, however she’s convinced after two separate heartbreak that love is not in the cards for her and settles on an amiable man she believes will make a suitable husband. The Marquis of Hawksworth has other plans he wants Meg for himself and he’s determined she’ll fall in love with him. With the help of some allies can Damon win her over?

Buy links can be found here.

Hubby and I have been doing a great deal of traveling in the past few weeks. After the Annapolis Sailboat show, I went to the NJ RWA conference, and got to hang out with reader and author friends. Then we started heading south staying in Rhode River, Solomons, Ingram Bay, Deltavilla, and Poquoson until we reached Hampton, VA earlier today.

Anchorage in PAX RiverDeltaville, VA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ingram Bay 1

 

 

Poquosan river sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hampton Univ Anchorage

From here I’ll be dividing my time between getting the next book done and preparing the boat for going off-shore.

How have you been doing?

Ella

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I just got back from the NJ RWA conference, and today were starting to sail south. So, let’s post blurbs and buy links.

Here’s mine from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince, that has received a 4.5 star Top Choice from Night Owl and a 4 star from RT!!

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…

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookIn 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…

Amazon http://amzn.to/1FbRDE1

Amazon UK http://amzn.to/1ZQy5BF

Apple http://apple.co/1LFhzg2

B&N http://bit.ly/1KWU6nE

Google http://bit.ly/1EsPLvs

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It’s time for Monday Excerpts! Let’s do the first instance in your hero’s point of view. Don’t forget to post your buy links.

miss featherton's christmas prince_ebookHere is mine from Miss Featherton’s Christmas Prince!

Damon Hawksworth lounged against a convenient pillar in Lady Cowper’s crowded ballroom. A glass of wine dangled from his fingers. Directly across from him, another brittle smile appeared on Miss Margaret Featherton’s normally happy countenance. Her latest suitor, the Earl of Tarlington, was nowhere to be seen and had not been for the past two days or so. Rumor had it that he had gone to the Continent. The only question Damon had was whether she had given the man his congé or if it had been the other way around. He rather thought something had occurred to cause her to break it off with Tarlington. His godmother would know. If anyone knew the inner workings of the ton, it was Almeria Bellamny.

Ever since Rupert, Earl of Stanstead’s wedding, when Damon’s she had introduced him to Miss Featherton, he had developed a fascination for the lady. Her intelligence was sharp, and several times he had seen her hold back a witty retort. Her beauty was not at all in the usual mode. Her mouth was too wide for the current fashion, yet it complimented her high cheekbones and finely arched black brows. Her thick, dark chestnut hair almost begged him to run his fingers through her tresses as they tumbled down. Yet for some reason, the feature he was most fond of was her completely straight nose with a rounded tip. More importantly, she was poised beyond her years. He doubted she had ever been a missish young lady. Even when they had argued over an interpretation of poetry, she had always appeared in complete control and secure in her knowledge.

Now, her polite smile belied the look of despair in her blue eyes. It was as if she was slightly adrift and was only going through the motions until she could retire to the country. Well, with Tarlington gone, Damon wasn’t fool enough to wait until some other gentleman snatched her up. He would gladly rescue her and help her on the path he wished for them. Dancing was a start. She would have held the best sets for Tarlington, and now they would be Damon’s.

Pushing himself off the pillar, he handed his glass to a passing footman and crossed the room.

“Miss Featherton?” He bowed. “Would you by chance have a free dance?”

Her beautiful eyes, the color a mountain lake, were shadowed, as if she hadn’t slept much recently. “You may have the supper dance, my lord.”

“I am honored.” He bowed again before taking his leave.

This was worse than he’d thought. Whatever had happened between Tarlington and Miss Featherton, she was not unaffected, and that was an unwanted dilemma. Damon would have to see how the set went before he formulated his strategy for winning her.

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