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| International Party at RT 2015 |
This month could be a huge, huge, newsletter, so I’ll give
you my news as briefly as I can. Then I’ll put a couple of extra posts out, for
the two new releases I have this month. I’m posting all over the place, too, so
prepare yourselves!
First, my American adventure, and this year, it really was
something!
I left the UK on the 28th April, and flew to San
Antonio on a pretty uneventful journey. An uneventful 16 hour journey. My friend
and colleage, Desiree Holt, met me and I had a wonderful week with her. We went
to Bandera, Cowboy Capital of the World, and I treated myself to a pair of
cowboy boots. Well, what else do you buy? They are so comfortable, I can’t
believe I never bought a pair before. And a Stetson for the hubster. Crushable,
the man said. We had some storms, but nothing compared to what was to come.
I flew to Dallas and stayed with two wonderful people. I had
planned to see a little of Dallas, but the storms were growing by then, and it
was good to have a few days to try to get some work done, and to prepare for
the madness that is the RT Convention.
I arrived at the RT hotel, the Hyatt Regency, Dallas, on the
Saturday before RT. I really enjoyed meeting the early arrivals. On the Sunday I
went to Dealey Plaza for the Kennedy exhibition there. It was a really great
exhibition. Whoever had arranged it had taken lots of care over the
presentation. Even though the Sixth Floor was packed, I had plenty of time to
look at the displays, which took us through the life of Kennedy, his family,
the concerns of the time and the political atmosphere. Everything was used
beautifully, from artifacts from the time, to video clips and written accounts.
By the time I reached the window, which was set up as Oswald had arranged it
that fateful day, I had chills. They even dealt with the controversies
surrounding the conspiracy theories without detracting from the intensity.
No photographs are allowed on the sixth floor, but I went up
to the seventh floor, and took photos from that vantage point. It appears that
Oswald nearly missed his moment, as the white cross on the road was not the
best angle he could have taken. The sight really brought home that fateful day
in November, 1963.
After that sobering but fascinating interlude I hardly had
time to draw breath before RT started! I had events I had to attend scattered over
the entire convention. On the day before, we had a great meeting of all the
international attendees. People come from all over the world to attend RT, from
Thailand to Australia, Azerbaijan to Europe. We met in the hotel, and had a
great time exchanging gifts and chatting.
On the first day of the convention, I inducted two or three
hundred virgins (I didn’t count!) Aided and abetted by the owner of RT, Kathryn
Falk, and my fellow conspirator, PJ Schneider, we warned, advised and helped
said virgins to make the most of their first time. I appeared at the events
organised by my publishers Samhain and Kensington, and talked with my editors.
I went to dinners and cocktail parties. I dressed up for the evening parties. At
the end, I was exhausted, and slept for most of the drive to Kathryn Falk’s
ranch, where I spent the last week.
The ranch is always a delight to stay in. And this time it
was like the Revenge of the Thunderstorm. Kathryn leaves close to Dallas, and
we got the full force of the weather. By my last day, I was rattled and hummed.
The drive to the airport was hairy, and when I got there, the airline put me on
an earlier flight, which left an hour later. While the airport was in chaos,
the airlines did the best they could to get everyone away, and in the end, I caught
my connection to Manchester, UK. Unfortunately, I had a seat next to the
lavatory, and no window view. Not the best of seats. I did mention it to the
woman at the check-in desk, who said I had a good seat because it was an aisle
seat. Thoroughly rattled, I took her word for it, when I shouldn’t have. The seat
was terrible. Don’t sit in row 40 on an Airbus 300-330, that’s all I can say.
So when I arrived home, I slept and slept and slept. And then
I slept some more.
The trip was amazing, and inspirational in lots of ways. I saw
new parts of the US, got a bit of work done and got lots of inspiration!
And now for the two new
releases. I’ll show you the covers and put the brief details here, but I plan
to put out more details and excerpts nearer the time of release.
June, 2015, marks the 200th anniversary of the
Battle of Waterloo. The battle and the defeat of Napoleon marked the way Europe
would look for another hundred years, so it’s important as well as being a
fascinating period in history. I’ve written two novellas about two very
different couples to mark the anniversary, and the stories have rekindled my
interest in the Regency. There are more stories to tell, and I really want to
do them. Both books are available now for preorder.
The first is Dreaming of Waterloo, part of an anthology to
commemorate the battle. I have the honour to share the book space with some
great authors, and this book is going out at 99 cents, as a box set.
About the Story:
They called
him “Lucky,” but not all injuries are physical ones. Plagued by headaches and
living nightmares, Paul, Lord Sherstone returns to London to a wife he doesn’t
know and an estate he has to manage. He daren’t let her close, even though he
is falling in love with her all over again.
Married and
abandoned in a month, Hetty learned to manage a large estate and fend off
would-be lovers, but a threat emerges much closer to home and from an
unexpected place. In need of help she turns to Paul but since his return he has
only shut her out. Refusing to give up on the man she fell in love with five
years ago, Hetty has to persuade her husband to let her into his bed—and his
heart.
Preorder now: LINK HERE
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The second
release is It Started At Waterloo and
it features one of the surgeons at the battle, who turns out to be more than
the heroine thinks he is!
Does she love him enough to let him go?
After three straight days working beside surgeon Will
Kennaway to treat the wounded of Waterloo, Amelia Hartwell collapses on the
nearest bed to sleep. Surely she can be forgiven for not caring that the warm
body sleeping next to hers is Will’s.
Amelia’s status-hungry mother, however, couldn’t be more
pleased to have an excuse to get the painfully shy, socially awkward Amelia
married off, albeit to a less-than-ultra-rich husband.
Will doesn’t keep his title a deep, dark secret. His
little-known earldom simply affords him the financial freedom to focus solely
on healing the sick. But now that he has a wife to think about—and to admire,
thanks to her unstinting bravery at Waterloo—he reluctantly takes up the mantle
of earl to do his duty.
Missing her meaningful work as a nurse, Amelia finds herself
floundering in society’s glaring spotlight, wondering if Will regrets being
forced to marry. Perhaps it might even be better to give him his freedom, even
if doing so will break her heart…
Warning: Steamy, battlefield kisses under a tent canvas
lead to steamy scenes in the bedroom.
You can preorder
the ebook at any good bookstore or at the publisher Samhain.
Here’s the Amazon
link:
Keep watching for more details of these new releases!
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