Tuesday, June 02, 2020

New Release - Betting On Love

Betting On Love

Garrett Rocquelaire needs a wife. Fast. The woman he catches card-counting in his Las Vegas casino will do.
Bonnie Miller can foretell the future, but only five minutes before it happens. The first time she tries to use her gift on the blackjack tables she’s caught by the most gorgeous man she’s ever met. Being made to marry him won’t be a hardship.
Until somebody tries to kill her.
It’s up to Garrett to find out who is targeting her. Then he can move on, except for one thing.
The way they burn up the night together.

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Monday, June 01, 2020

Life During Lockdown

I've had a hard time writing recently, because of the problems around the world. But I've been reading up a storm.
I go out every day for my allowed exercise and I've been reacquainting myself with my local park, which is truly beautiful.
But I did manage to finish the last book in the Daring Dersinghams series and sent it in. It's about the last sister, Delphi, and her adventures in Rome, with her old flame Adam, Duke of Kilsyth. It's called A Whisper of Treason.  I could recall my visits to Rome, and the wonderful times I've had there, as well as recreating what Rome was like for a tourist back then.

Remembering VE Day

Over here in the UK, we remembered VE (Victory in Europe) Day. My father was a member of the RAF in the war. He was a wireless operator with Bomber Command, and he would have sat under the pilot. His window was the little one under the pilot's position that you can see in this picture. He was stationed in Yorkshire, at Pocklington, with 102 Squadron, on Halifax bombers, and he did two tours.
At the end of the war, he celebrated his 21st birthday. I'm proud of him and what he did.

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

The Game of Kings

I reviewed the first book in one of my favourite series ever. The Game of Kings (The Lymond Chronicles, #1)The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I started to read this series three times. Three times I got the book out of the library, and twice I took it back after reading a couple of chapters. I couldn't get into it, couldn't get interested.
Then I gave it one more go. And the world opened.
This is the first book Dunnett wrote, the first she had published, and the early chapters in particular have the hallmarks of that. It's too overwhelming, too busy, too complicated.
Plough through it. By the time you get a third of the way through - in my case, the scene at the inn with the piper and Will Scott - you're off and running.
The series is still clever, still complex and intriguing, but by then Dunnett has a handle on it. It's never again overwhelmed by words and quotations, and too much going on. There are rich, unforgettable characters who you really care about, intriguing puzzles and a rich and colourful picture of the first half of the sixteenth century.
Instead, it's a six volume adventure with some daring scenes, some tender ones, and some that will make you cry. And you don't know until the last chapter of the last book how the series is going to turn out.
Astonishing series, totally engrossing, well worth fighting through the first half of the first book. And then some. I have two copies of the series, one to lend and one to keep, because the ones I lend sometimes don't come back and I don't have the heart to ask for them.



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Thursday, May 07, 2020

Cover reveal!

I thought you'd like to see the cover for the upcoming Virginia And The Wolf, the third book in the Society of Single Ladies series. Isn't it beautiful?

Monday, May 04, 2020

Two new books for you!

Two new releases, no less!

Two new historical romances out this month! I'm putting an extract from A Trace of Roses below, since you had one from The Making of a Marquess last month.


The third in the Daring Dersingham series

A Trace of Roses

While their bodies say yes, yes, yes, their minds are saying no!

Lady Dorcas Dersingham is developing the rare and lovely yellow rose. Grant, the Duke of Blackridge, develops coal mines. Beauty meets Beast.
Oblivious to the beauty of nature, Grant is the last person Dorcas should care for. He’s a giant of a man and speaks his mind with blunt force. But she can’t stop wanting him. When Grant damages her precious yellow rose, she spurns his courtship.
Once he sees the spitfire lurking behind her shy exterior, Grant wants Dorcas more than ever. But somebody doesn’t want them together. Somebody wants them dead.
Grant follows Dorcas to the country and watches over her from a distance, disguised as the manager of his new coal mine. But Dorcas soon unearths his secret. Once she reveals the passionate woman she really is, he wants her more than ever.
Dorcas can no longer deny that she loves her Beast. But as they are coming to a new understanding, a disaster forces her to take life-changing decisions.

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The second in the Society of Single Ladies series

The Making of a Marquess

The Society for Single Ladies is a crime-solving club founded by the wealthiest woman in London.
Yet even Miss Angela Childers’ charming detectives are not immune to the forces of love . . .
Dorothea Rowland attends a country house party to investigate a long-lost heir—not to find a husband. But when the dashing American claimant discovers her prowling for clues, she is startled—and then seduced—by his provocative kiss. It’s all Dorothea can do to remember her mission. Especially when a series of accidents adds up to something far more dangerous…
Benedict only meant to silence lovely Dorothea—not find himself enamored. What’s a gentleman to do but join forces—and propose to the clever beauty?
Yet as Ben and Dorothea pursue the truth about his inheritance, their faux betrothal threatens to become the real thing. Soon Ben’s plan to return to his life in America is upended—not only by his deepening bond with his bride, but by someone who wants his fortune badly enough to jeopardize his future—even end it. And Dorothea can’t let that happen. Not for the title, but for Ben…

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Friday, May 01, 2020

Free Book!

 Free in May, but not for long!


Free for the first week in May!

Colliding Hearts

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When hearts collide, can love survive? After teacher and artist Rita Morley arrives in Houston from England for her art exhibition she’s so jet-lagged, she dives into a limo. Out climbs the man of her dreams – developer Daniel McCord. He’s also, as her best friend's brother, off limits, until he makes it clear that he shares the attraction that has always burned between them. They both agree to a vacation fling – one week of sexual bliss. Only Daniel asks her to stay longer, and things turn serious until Rita learns he plans to demolish the building holding her art exhibition. Suddenly the lovers find themselves on opposite sides of the fight.
For Daniel McCord, work has always come first over friends and family and fun until he meets Rita. The sexy and sassy English painter makes his night burn with passion and his days full of stolen moments and joy. He can’t imagine his life without her, but he’s not convinced he can build a life with her. They have different goals and values. Then Daniel’s world is rocked when he discovers he has two brothers he’s never met. He needs Rita in a way he could never have anticipated.
If he can't convince her to stay, Daniel will lose Rita for good.

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Wednesday, March 04, 2020

Happy Spring!

Spring is here at last! This is a picture I took near my house, of the village green and the daffodils there. Don't they make a lovely show?
We've had a lot of rain, I mean a lot, so the school playing fields are underwater. We have a new lake.
And at the end of the month, The Making of A Marquess is here! The second in the Society for Single Ladies series, where romance is mixed with a touch of danger and excitement!
Out now!

The Making Of A Marquess

 

The Society for Single Ladies is a crime-solving club founded by the wealthiest woman in London.
Yet even Miss Angela Childers’ charming detectives are not immune to the forces of love . . .
Dorothea Rowland attends a country house party to investigate a long-lost heir—not to find a husband. But when the dashing American claimant discovers her prowling for clues, she is startled—and then seduced—by his provocative kiss. It’s all Dorothea can do to remember her mission. Especially when a series of accidents adds up to something  far more dangerous . .
Benedict only meant to silence lovely Dorothea—not find himself enamored. What’s a gentleman to do but join forces—and propose to the clever beauty? Yet as Ben and Dorothea pursue the truth about his inheritance, their faux betrothal threatens to become the real thing.
Soon Ben’s plan to return to his life in America is upended—not only by his deepening bond with his bride, but by someone who wants his fortune badly enough to jeopardize his future—even end it. And Dorothea can’t let that happen. Not for the title, but for Ben .

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Dorothea opened her mouth and let him in. She could do nothing else. His power, so carefully harnessed, swept through her and put her in his thrall. If he’d forced her, she’d have broken away immediately, but he didn’t.
He persuaded, and that was worse. Offered her just enough to make her pursue him, to become an eager participant. Had a kiss ever proved so seductive, so irresistible? She had kissed men before, but not like this. She recalled hard lips on hers, or young, eager ones, clumsy and unpracticed. Nothing like this. Never had she known the power of a mere kiss before.
When he touched her lips with the tip of his tongue, she almost swooned from the intimacy. But she was no schoolroom miss. She was made of stronger stuff. Dorothea looped her arm around the back of his neck, the velvet of his hair-ribbon grazing her skin. The enticing fabric of his shirt barely concealed the powerful muscles beneath. If he had not bent to her, she wouldn’t have been able to reach his arm, such was the width of his shoulders and his height. That alone fascinated her, that he had to bend to her instead of reaching up.
He dipped his tongue into her mouth, and she clutched at him, grabbing his waistcoat and pulling the top few buttons undone. He groaned into her mouth. Eagerly she swallowed the sound and came back for more. Her fichu loosened, whether from her frantic need or his hands she didn’t know. Nor did she care. He could rip it off her if he liked.
Drawing away, he gasped, “I did not mean…” but she pulled him back, using her arm to haul him against her. So there were advantages in being tall, after all. A shorter woman wouldn’t have had the leverage. Triumph soared through her when he responded, dragging her even closer to press her breasts against the firm wall of his chest. It brought her some ease but not nearly enough. She needed more. She wanted skin.
Working her hand between them, she found his waistcoat buttons and tugged them through the buttonholes. He did not stop her, and emboldened, she carried on, until she could flatten her hand on his chest. Now only his shirt lay in the way of her and her desire. If she didn’t have him now, she’d never have the chance again. He was rough at the edges but still a gentleman, and he’d keep away from her. Voracious, unfulfilled, she pressed her lips to his, afraid that if he came to his senses and recalled who she was and what she looked like, he’d move away. If he did that, she would die. Or something inside her would. She’d never felt desire like this before, and she wanted more. Now.
He responded, pulling her close, and dragging her fichu up and away. Her breasts swelled up, threatening to burst out of her stays and shift. If only they would!
Tracing his finger across the top of her breasts, following the line of her stays brought tingling awareness to her skin, deliciously sensual.
A click behind them heralded the entrance of—someone, and the scandalized cry brought her back to earth. “Unhand her, sir!”
If ever a brother was de trop, this was the time. Ann’s shocked, high-pitched cry was broken off.
Ben spun around, pushing her behind him as if to shield her and standing tall. “Yes?”
If anyone doubted his aristocratic pedigree, they should hear and see him now.
His arrogance made her giggle, half-nervous, half-shocked. Bending, she retrieved her fichu and tossed the light square of white linen across her shoulders, shielding what should never have been exposed. Hastily she gathered the precious papers which she’d let fall, when she’d lost her senses to his kiss.
“May I ask what you are doing in my sister’s bedroom?” Laurence demanded, every inch the proper guardian.
“I must apologize, Lord Sandigate,” Ben said smoothly. “I had private business with Dorothea, and we got somewhat—carried away.”
She did not bother wondering how and why she could have done this; she knew perfectly well. The man had overwhelmed her senses from the moment she’d laid eyes on him. She would do it again. And resenting his protection of her, she emerged, smoothing her skirts and holding the papers with hands that barely trembled. “And really, Laurence, what business is it of yours?”