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Interview With Anabelle Bryant, Author of To Love A Wicked Scoundrel

23 Apr

To Love A Wicked Scoundrel, a historical romance by Anabelle BryantI’m delighted to welcome fellow New Jersey Romance Writers member Anabelle Bryant for an interview and a look at her new historical romance, To Love A Wicked Scoundrel.

Hi, Anabelle , so glad to have you here today. Tell us little about To Love A Wicked Scoundrel:

Thanks so much for inviting me! I enjoy reading about rakehells, so writing about one was my first inclination. Despite being a reputed scoundrel, my hero has a tender heart and a tortured past. Combined with his unmistakable handsomeness, it’s a lethal combination; that is, until he meets Isabelle, a woman who knows her own mind and is not the least impressed by the scoundrel’s reputation.

Blurb: Is there a Lady in the land who can resist this scoundrel’s charms? At her step-mother’s command, Isabelle, and her irrepressible step-sister Lily, are leaving the pleasantries of the English countryside behind them, and heading straight to the bustling heart of a London season. Isabelle couldn’t care less about fashionable society, and is even less interested in the name on the lips of every ballroom gossip – Lord Constantine Highborough, reputedly a scoundrel of the highest order! But once he sets eyes on the stunningly beautiful Isabelle, London’s most notorious rake knows exactly where to direct his devilishly bewitching smile. And everybody knows that Constantine always gets what he wants, usually leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him…

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?

Right now, I’m happily in the middle of the novel I began while participating in JeRoWriMo month. It combines romance and a hint of supernatural. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m excited to see where it will lead.

Later this year, Duke of Darkness will be released from Carina. It tells the story of Devlin, Constantine’s friend from To Love A Wicked Scoundrel. Devlin lives as a recluse, shunned by society and happiest away from polite society, until Alexandra enters his life and changes everything he believes to be true.

What are your writing goals for this year?

At the moment, everything has been put on hold. The weeks preceding the release of To Love A Wicked Scoundrel were busy getting ready for the launch and I’ve had several responsibilities since, but once things calm down, I’d like to get my writing goals aligned.  I wrote a manuscript late last year that I want to reread, edit where necessary, and submit to publishers. I also have the story I mentioned earlier that I began during JeRoWriMo that I intend to complete and polish.

How do you come up with ideas?

Ideas find me wherever I am…I truly can’t hide, even in sleep. I have notebooks everywhere including the front seat of my car, my nightstand, the bathroom vanity. I’ve learned the hard way that thinking “I’ll remember later” doesn’t work and it’s necessary to write everything down, even if I have to wait for a red light to do so. Ever since I was a child I’ve had a very active imagination, so ideas have never been a struggle. A snippet of conversation overheard, a commercial on television, a particular song, anything will spark an idea and have me thinking of story lines. I’ve very grateful for that.

Do you have a favorite time of the day for writing?

I’m an early riser and the tranquility and freshness of the early morning is my favorite time to write. I also feel most optimistic too. I believe on some level during the night I’m thinking about my story, especially if I’ve reached a problematic portion of my manuscript. There are days when I wake up with the solution or a plot twist that makes my story stronger. As an educator, I’m fortunate to have the summer for writing as well.

What is your favorite scene from this story and why?

Although there are several scenes that delight me, the one that comes to mind quickest is when Constantine and Isabelle meet for the first time. Constantine is a reputed scoundrel and is accustomed to ladies falling at his feet and hanging on his words. Isabelle is a smart, determined woman who cares little for the frivolities of the ton. Much to Con’s chagrin, Isabelle is entirely unimpressed by his introduction and after a clever conversation where each participant baits and teases the other, she executes a witty ploy to escape his attention, leaving Constantine confused and more than a little intrigued.

What is your favorite memory from childhood?

My mother proudly boasts “my nose was always, always, in a book” and she’s right. I read in the backyard while sitting on a swing, in the bathtub, and lying in my bedroom while other children were watching television. And if I wasn’t reading, I was writing. I still have many of my childhood journals. I was forever reading, writing, and imagining.  It’s a habit that hasn’t changed very much.

What do you like to read?

My love of historical romance threads back decades. Historicals were the first type of romance novel I read and they made a lasting impression. Although I occasionally try something different, my favorite books are all historical romances. I enjoy transporting to another time, another place, somewhere that remains unreachable until I open a book.

A Few of My Favorite Things:

  1. Flavored coffee
  2. An unexpected package in the mail
  3. A good laugh shared with friends

And now Anabelle has a question for you all: What kind of romance do you favor and what is it that draws you to that type of novel?

Excerpt:

“What are you doing here?  Have I interrupted a theft in Lord Rochester’s study?”  He had no doubt the beguiling beauty standing before him stole hearts as a preoccupation.  “Or are you here awaiting a prearranged lover’s tryst?”  That too, posed a definite possibility.

She startled for less than a heartbeat before she smoothly replied, “Nothing as interesting or exciting as you suggest, I assure you.”  Then after a short pause she continued.  “Of course, I could ask you the very same questions.”

Caught off guard by her belated challenge, Con smiled and strode further into the room.   Her voice, melodic with a warm pitch, affected him in an almost sensual way and he had no way to explain the uncommon reaction.  He stepped closer still, determined to ascertain the color of her eyes.  “I am after a late night brandy.”  At least that was his original plan.  He met her gaze, as silky as a lover’s caress.

She let out a little sound that indicated she thought his answer complete rubbish.  “You might have requested one from a passing footman in the ballroom.”

He scoffed at the irony of her suggestion.  If the servants proved as unreliable as earlier, he’d be left unsatisfied once again.  Clearly, the fates intended otherwise. “I meant to waltz with you this evening.”

The lady pursed her lips as if she contemplated how to respond.  Then vivid eyes matched his, twinkling with a touch of restrained amusement and viewing him as if he might be dimwitted.

“Then you needed to write your name on a line.”  She raised her delicate wrist and the dance card stilled against her ivory skin.

“I know.”  He grinned, acknowledging the foolishness of his response.  Her inquisitive gaze met his and held.  Then one narrow brow arched as if she awaited the rest of his explanation.  “Things did not work out how I wanted them to.”

Her lips dared a brief smile.  “I take it you are accustomed to getting everything you want.”

“Yes.”  He chuckled.  Females usually vied for his attention and simpered in his company.  The feisty verbal quips of the lovely stranger before him awakened an immediate temptation to discover more.  “Would you have accepted had I asked?”

“Absolutely not.”  She replied without hesitation.

“Then I suppose there is no cause for me to request a servant reset the clock to midnight.”  He mused under his breath.

He surmised she wished to soften her answer because she smiled slightly and made a quick rejoinder.  “A charming idea, one that likely brings about your desired result, although I could not accept because we have not had a proper introduction.”

Con needed no other invitation.  Taking a long stride forward, he watched with chagrin as the lady took a quick step back.  She appeared no debutante or young miss at her first come out, and her immediate retreat sparked his growing interest.

“Come a little closer.” He extended his hand toward her.  “I do not bite.”  His voice dropped to a low tone as he continued.  “At least not here in Lord Rochester’s study.”

Her eyes flared and he held back a smile.  She was lovely and intriguing.  Very intriguing.  Her chin notched higher and she boldly did step forward although her hands fluttered at her sides and belied her show of false bravado.

“I have not seen you at any assembly of the ton.”   Her eyes were gray, a beautiful shade, stormy and secretive, and right now reflecting hints of gold from the nearby candle flames.

“We are newly arrived to the city, a few days past.”

Her answer, a throaty whisper, revealed she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to answer him at all.  He captured one glossy curl between his thumb and forefinger and released it slowly, allowing the silky strands to slide across his fingertips.

“Your hair is magnificent.”

Her ivory skin warmed with a charming tinge of embarrassment and she looked very fetching in the throes of her unease.  As ludicrous as it seemed, she appeared unaccustomed to compliments.  Still, such a serene loveliness embodied her it would be unheard of that she did not draw great attention.

“Perhaps we should share our dance right now?”  He voiced the words before he considered them.

“Absolutely not.”

As before, her succinct reply urged him to smile.  “Do you always deal in absolutes?”  He watched her rosebud mouth open and close as if about to answer with the same retort and then realize the error of her ways.  If an absolute existed, it was more so that this temptress was absolutely enchanting.

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Anabelle Bryant, author of To Love A Wicked Scoundrel, a historical romanceBio: Anabelle began reading at age three and never stopped. Her passion for reading soon turned into a passion for writing and an author was born. Happy to grab her suitcase if it ensures a new adventure, Anabelle finds endless inspiration in travel; especially imaginary jaunts into romantic Regency England, a far cry from her home in New Jersey. Instead, her clever characters live out her daydreams because really, who wouldn’t want to dance with a handsome duke or kiss a wicked earl?

Though teaching keeps her grounded, photography, running, and writing counterbalance her wanderlust. Often found with her nose in a book, Anabelle has earned her Master’s Degree and is pursuing her Doctorate Degree in education. A firm believer in romance, Anabelle knows sometimes life doesn’t provide a happily ever after, but her novels always do.

You can find Anabelle at:

Website: http://www.anabellebryant.com

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Tall, Dark and Bad – Guest Post by Sara Walter Elwood, Author of Gambling On A Secret

16 Apr

Gambling on a Secret, a contemporary western romance by Sara Walter ElwoodTall, Dark and Bad

My Love Affair with Damaged Heroes…. I hope my husband isn’t reading this!

What is it about the un-approachable, damaged bad-boy that makes us fall in love as fast as the heroine? Does the attraction come from our need to “fix” things? Or is it something even more primal such as our need to take care of someone else? Does the feelings come from rush of danger? Or is it simply that we find them hot? Of course, those of us spinning the stories always makes sure our heroes are swoon worthy in whatever attire we dress them in—leather pants and fangs or jeans and cowboy hats.

I have no answer, but I do know what attracts me to my heroes and it’s a bit of all these things. I enjoy writing heroes who deal with their emotional baggage by building thick walls around themselves, but the events in their stories and the heroine always shatters those walls to smithereens

In Gambling On A Secret, Dylan Quinn is an ex-Special Forces commander whose Delta Team is ambushed and over half of his men are either killed or wounded. Due to the way his wife dumped him (by a Dear John letter two days before the mission), he doesn’t trust or believe in love any more. He has PTSD and is the town drunk. The very last thing he is looking for when he meets Charli Monroe is romance.

However, Charli brings out the part of Dylan that he thought was long dead—his need to protect. And when his step-uncle sets his sights on her and her ranch, he can’t imagine not becoming her protector—whether she wants it or not. And that need to keep Charli safe from something that he perceives as a threat, is what cracks his shell. Dylan is rough. He’s complicated and he’s got more than his share of scars—both emotional and physical—but I will always love him as much as Charli does.  Shhh… Don’t tell my husband!

Gambling on a Heart, a contemporary western romance by Sara Walter ElwoodIn the second book of this series, Gambling On A Heart, Zack Cartwright has been dumped on by the heroine. A confused eighteen-year-old Tracy Quinn (in her misguided belief someone like Zack could never love her) lets herself be lied to and seduced by Zack’s best friend. Zack leaves and eventually joins the Marines. He sees action in the war and is shot. When he comes out of his coma, he has PTSD and realizes he doesn’t or hasn’t ever loved his wife. When she is killed, leaving him a single father, he blames himself for her death.

The last person he ever wants is Tracy, but when they are forced to work together, all of those old loves and hurts come boiling to the surface as fast as a Texas oil gusher. Although Zack isn’t anywhere near as damaged as Dylan, his shell is a tough one. But under it is a cowboy who I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.  Emmm…. My hubby don’t need to know that either.

Heartstrings stars the first cowboy I’ve ever written. On the surface Seth Kendall’s every dream has come true. He’s a mega star country singer and wealth enough to make the richest entertainers list in Forbes Magazine. He has it all—except the one thing he hasn’t ever believed himself worthy of having—his daughter. Seth grew up believing his mother hated him and that he was the reason she committed suicide when he was only three years old. His father abused him and hated the one comfort Seth found in life: his music. When he wins a national talent show and gets a record deal when he’s eighteen, he wants his seventeen year old pregnant girlfriend to go with him to Nashville. But Abby Crawford is chased by her own demons and tells him that she doesn’t love him and marries his best friend. Seth makes the very human mistake of thinking his baby is better off without him—after all he’s just like his parents, right?

Heartstrings, a contemporary western romance by Sara Walter ElwoodWhen events bring him back to McAllister fourteen years later, he realizes he’s made a horrible mistake, but how can he be a parent when his were so horrible? And how is he going to resist the love he’s never stopped feeling for Abby? Seth was a complicated character to write and he is the one that pulls at my own heartstrings the most.  In Seth, I not only see the big gorgeous man with a voice as smooth as Tennessee whiskey, but also the little boy that stares down at his dead mamma and wonders why she hated him so much (the prologue scene). I just want to bring him home and keep him safe—besides other things.  Uhhh… Not sure that would go over so well with the hubby though.

And those are just my cowboys. I haven’t even mentioned my love for Ian and Austin—The vampires in my paranormals. Can a husband have grounds for divorce if his wife is in love with the men in her head?

Of course, the man I love the most is my very normal, very un-damaged, real hero husband…. >grin<

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Gambling On A Secret
Book 1 of The Colton Gamblers

Blurb:

When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her?

Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitches—the Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wife’s betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, Dylan’s even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

Excerpt

“Ferguson, what are you doing here?” Dylan barked.

Leon ambled toward them on the stone path. “I’m saving a young maiden from torment. What are you doing here, playing the part of the devil?”

“I’m Miss Monroe’s new manager.” The deadly edge of his voice matched the flintiness of his eyes. “If there’s anyone to save the young maiden from, it’s you.”

“Mr. Quinn, please.” She turned to Leon. “Leon, is there something I can do for you?”

He smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a face handsome enough to belong to an actor. “I was just passing by on my way home and decided to stop. How are the boys working out?”

Dylan’s stance widened and his hands flexed at his slides. “What boys?”

“Charli and I have entered into a business arrangement.”

She lost the battle with the urge to wrap her arms around herself. As much as she appreciated Leon’s kindness, respected him, and was even a little attracted to him, something about him didn’t sit right with her. He represented her peers in the community. According to Mrs. Pratt, besides the Cartwrights, she and Leon were undoubtedly the wealthiest residents in the county. No one in Colton could learn about her past. It would ruin her, and Leon, no doubt, had the means to dig up the dirt.

“Really?” Dylan stepped closer to her in a protective manner. Whiskey tainted his breath as the warmth of the exhalations tickled her cheek. “What kind of business arrangement?”

She could protect herself. Dylan Quinn wasn’t any safer than Leon Ferguson. Stepping away from him, she forced her arms to her sides. “Mr. Quinn, I can handle this.”

She faced Leon. “I’m amazed by how much the men got done since starting on Monday. The foreman told me last evening they’d be reseeding another fifty acres for hay this morning. And they have the corrals fixed and started on the fencing in the north pasture.”

“Good, good.” He glanced at Dylan. “I’ll be going, unless you need a more reliable exterminator. I couldn’t help but overhear about your snake infestation. I can give you the name of the company that has gotten rid of the snakes in our lakes over on Oak Springs for years.”

Although he presented the perfect solution, she didn’t the like way Leon had looked at Dylan as he said the word exterminator. “No, Mr. Quinn is quite capable of getting rid of the snake.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is.” Leon tipped his hat. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, Charli.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as his uncle glanced at him. “It’s good to see you up among the living again.”

Leon headed back to his Porsche. With no pretense of lowering his voice, Dylan said, “Now, there’s a snake no one wants in their garden.”

Upon hearing the jibe, Leon’s shoulders jerked in mid-stride.

Rattled by Leon’s attention and the snake fiasco, she turned on Dylan. “You aren’t off the hook. I want those snakes gone.”

“We’ll see.”

“I hate snakes.” She shuddered and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should have asked him who the exterminator is.”

Gambling On A Secret:

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Gambling On A Heart
Book 2 of The Colton Gamblers

Blurb:

She once lost his heart on a bluff. Will she risk everything to win it back?

Beautician Tracy Quinn spends her days making the women of Colton, Texas beautiful, while living down the nickname of Olive Oyl, given to her by the only man she has ever loved—Zack Cartwright. She spends her nights alone, despite what her ex husband wants their friends and neighbors to think.

Ex-rodeo cowboy. Ex-bad-boy. Ex-Marine. Widower and single dad Sheriff Zack Cartwright can describe his life in exes. One ex in particular reminds him of what’s missing in his workaholic life: Tracy Quinn. For years since she broke his heart, he’s practically made avoiding her a second job. He still wants her, but can never go after her.

When cattle rustlers target her brother’s ranch, Tracy and Zack are stuck working together. Her son could use a positive male role model, and his daughter is wild for a chance at a “substitute” mom. But Tracy’s ex threatens to sue if she lets Zack near her son, and the Colton grapevine is abuzz with rumors about their past relationship. Is it worth the gamble to see if what they have is more than lust?

Excerpt

“I was hoping you could keep me company this afternoon.” He skimmed his fingers over her cheek.

Her insides, heating up like lava under the surface of the earth, pooled in her low belly. Her lips parted.

Against her lips, he whispered, “Tracy, I want you.”

She had thought of little else since he’d left her standing on her porch Friday night. He was asking her to enter into a sexual relationship without any hope of a future–without love.

But she was already in love with Zack.

Both of their kids would benefit from them being together. Hadn’t that been what she’d decided while she tossed and turned in her big, empty bed?

With her gaze locked on his, she murmured, “I want you, too, but I have a stipulation.”

He leaned back. “What is it?”

“I’m no one’s bed-buddy, Zack. I know what my reputation is in this town, but it’s all wrong.” She swallowed her rapidly thumping heart back into place. “I’ll only go through with this, if you promise to treat me as a serious girlfriend. That means we date, we visit with our families and we share our kids.” When his expression hardened, she quickly added, “Mandy likes me. And I adore her. I’d like to bring her here, to the shop, for a few hours and play. And take her shopping. I know your mom tries, but she’s busy with her foundations and charities she does for the Junior League.”

The breath she sucked in was full of Zack’s scent of sage and leather. “Meanwhile, you can teach Bobby how to ride and maybe take him to the sheriff’s department and show him around. Jake won’t like it, but I’ll deal with him.” Having laid her demands out on the proverbial table, she held her breath, waiting for him to tell her what she could do with herself. After all, a man of Zack’s caliber could have any damned woman he wanted. Tracy was just handy, and according to the gossip of her ex-husband and mother-in-law, she was easy.

He studied her for a few moments. “That’s more than one stipulation.”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Tracy, it won’t change what I told you Friday night. I’m never getting married again.”

His words stung as much now as they had the other night, but she didn’t show him how much. She kept her face determined, as if she were haggling over one of his horses, rather than her body and soul.

“Fine. But I’m not a floozy. Yes, I’ve made mistakes. But I have my son to consider. And I’d hope you’d feel the same about Mandy. They’re bound to see us together. What do you plan on telling your six-year-old daughter when she asks about me? That I’m your friend with benefits? I know that isn’t what I want to be teaching my son.” Moreover, she didn’t want to give credence to Jake’s claim that she had no sexual morals.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll play the game your way.” He pressed her against him. “Luck would have it I’m off this afternoon, too. I’ve already put in sixteen hours.”

When his lips captured hers, she knew she’d made a pact with the devil, but she couldn’t stop the elation surging through her. There was something he wanted from her. Sex was a big portion of it, but something else kept Zack from walking away and hooking up with any one of the many available women in town.

Gambling On A Heart:

Lyrical Press | Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo

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Heartstrings

Blurb:

He’s determined to set things right, no matter the cost.

The last person Abby Crawford wants to face down is country music superstar Seth Kendall. Last time she did, she flat-out lied so he’d go to Nashville without her. She’s never understood why their mutual best friend proposed, but she went with it so her baby wouldn’t be fatherless. Now she’s a divorced mother of a teenager, and secretly Seth’s biggest fan.

Seth is home in McAllister, Texas for his father’s funeral…and a chance to meet the daughter he’s never known. He’s willing to face the music of his own making and admit he’s known about his little girl all along. For fifteen years he’s kept his distance because Abby told him to follow his dreams without her, insisting she didn’t love him. But now he won’t leave until he knows his daughter and she knows him, even if it means facing the woman who broke his heart for good.

Confessing she’s lied about her daughter’s paternity all these years won’t be easy for Abby, especially with her ex blackmailing her to keep the secret. And Seth doesn’t know the hardest truth of all: Every love song he plays on his guitar still plucks her heartstrings.

Excerpt 

Seth leaned in. His lips were close enough to kiss, and his scent of sandalwood and something exotic enveloped her, taking her back to that night on the beach. His eyes flashed with the dangerous fire of his temper. It was similar to the flame of the passion she’d once seen in the green depths. Abby didn’t expect or want the heat curling in her belly, and shivered with a sudden and fierce desire.

“I’m her father, Abigail. I wanted to be her father after she was born. It was you and Mike who insisted I had no business messing things up.”

“I never said any such thing. You never tried. You just left.”

He pounded a fist on the counter top so hard she jumped. “Yes, I left! I wasn’t welcome at home. Dad ran me off with a shotgun. Mike wouldn’t even let me see my daughter. He made it quite clear you and he were happily married, and I had no place in your life. I was under contract to be in Nashville to start recording my first album.”

What did he mean, Mike wouldn’t let him see Emily?

Before she had a chance to voice her question, his eyes darkened as the pupils dilated, obscuring the stormy green. “But I’m no longer nineteen and scared shitless. I could make things very rough for you and this fantasy you’ve got working.”

A cold lump quickly replaced the tangle of heat in her belly. “What-what do you mean?”

He backed off and tapped the countertop. “I’m talking a custody battle. I could have a judge order a paternity test. I think we both know the media hoopla the results would cause.”

Her heart slammed into her chest wall. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Try me. Now that I’ve met Emily, I want to get to know her.” He walked over to look out the kitchen window. The hard line of his jaw melted, and he swallowed so hard his throat moved up and down. “I was a fool when I let Mike talk me out of being in her life after she was born.”

“What do you mean?”

He glanced at her. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

The strings of guitar music provided a soft counterpoint to the hard tension in the kitchen. Emily was outside on the patio playing around with her guitar, waiting for them to finish with the dishes she and Seth had insisted on doing.

“All I want is to have some time with my daughter. That’s all I’m asking for.” When he looked over his shoulder at her, sadness replaced the anger in his eyes. “I’ll keep your little secret. I’ll just be her favorite singer. The family friend who made it big in Nashville. I don’t want to hurt her. As much as it galls the hell out of me, I see what Mike means to her.”

He moved toward her and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Besides, I don’t want to hurt Carolann or Frank any more than you do.” He glanced outside again, his voice husky as he spoke. “But I’ll sue you if I have to.”

A part of her wanted to give in to him, but a larger part wanted to punish him. Let him take her to court; she’d make sure the world knew what kind of jerk Seth Kendall really was.

She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands by her sides. “I’ll let you have tonight, Seth. But don’t ask for more.”

She turned away and strode through the French doors.

Heartstrings:

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Sara Walter Ellwood, author of Heartstrings, a contemporary western romanceAbout Sara…

Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. She also has paranormal romantic suspense published under the pen name Cera duBois.

Author links:

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Interview With Rachel Brimble, Author of What Belongs To Her

14 Apr

What Belongs To Her, a Harlequin contemporary romance by Rachel BrimbleI’m delighted to welcome back Rachel Brimble for an interview and a look at her new contemporary romance, What Belongs to Her.

Hi, Rachel, so glad to have you here today. Tell us a little about What Belongs To Her:

What Belongs To Her is the third book in my Templeton Cove series, but can also be read as a stand-alone. The first two books (Finding Justice & A Man Like Him) were romantic suspense but What Belongs To Her is mainstream contemporary romance. Sasha Todd and John Jordon are new characters I’ve added to the series and the connection between these two is fabulous. They were a joy to write!

Blurb:

She’s ready to take back what’s hers

Since the moment a local crime boss claimed ownership of her family’s fairground, Sasha Todd has dreamed of righting the wrong. Now it’s time to act, and backing down from the man’s estranged son is definitely not an option. After all, giving up her legacy to hot-blooded John Jordon means losing the chance to finally heal the wounds in her past.

Stopping John in his tracks—and resisting the sizzle between them—is Sasha’s best defense. But there’s more to him than she thought, which changes everything. With what matters most at stake, she’ll have to risk a brand-new future with John, or walk away from the man whose heart belongs to her.

The Temptation of Laura, a historical romance by Rachel BrimbleWhat are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?

Right now I am plotting the fifth book in the Templeton Cove series and hope to get the first three chapters and synopsis to my Harlequin editor by May 1st. I am also polishing the full manuscript of my third Victorian romance with eKensington­­––this is linked to the first two (The Seduction of Emily & The Temptation of Laura), and continues my theme of writing about the lower classes of the Victorian times rather than the gentry. I have to say, Thomas (the hero), might well be my favorite hero of all time. I am truly in love with him…

What are your writing goals for this year?

I’d really like to query a big romantic suspense novel this year – my books currently stand at around 85,000 words but I’d love to write a darker, grittier story of around 100,000 words. Authors like Nora Roberts, Sharon Sala and Tess Gerritsen are a huge inspiration to me and I feel ready for the challenge of a ‘big book’.

As well as that, I am hoping Harlequin will contract more Templeton Cove books once I hand in this latest proposal, if they do, I will try my best to get another book finished for the series this year J

What do you enjoy most about writing?

All of it! I can honestly say, I consider myself a full-fledged workaholic these days and if I’m not creating, editing or promoting, I get fidgety and agitated…much to my family’s distress! I love every aspect of my job and truly believe I have found what I am meant to be doing with my life. The next stage is to be independently and financially stable purely through my writing – that’s the ultimate goal J

Do you have a favorite time of day for writing?

I am my most productive in the morning but I pretty much write all day – I am lucky enough to be a stay at home mum so I write from 8.30-3.30 every day (with a dog walk in between!) and then back and forth to the laptop as much as possible around the kids until about 7pm. Then it’s family time…the weekends are hit and miss depending on what we have planned to do together.

Where is your favorite place in the world?

My favorite place (so far!) in the world isn’t somewhere exotic or overseas, it’s actually North Wales where my family and I have holidayed every year for the last six years. We rent a log cabin on a site deep in the valleys of Coed-y-Brenin, which is surrounded by the most breathtaking scenery. There are lots of fabulous walks, a beach close by and the most exquisite, picture-perfect hamlets to explore. I feel so grounded there…and best of all the internet connection is zero!

What do you like to read?

Almost everything! I read romance, crime and biographies of past English queens for the most part, but will try anything once. I love receiving recommendations from friends and family, but my “go to” authors are Nora Roberts, Philippa Gregory, Jill Shalvis and Elizabeth Chadwick.

Who first introduced you to the love of reading?

My mum – she was always reading and I became fascinated with books at a very young age. I can remember my teacher telling my mum that my reading and comprehension were very advanced at the age of five so I’m not even sure how early I started to read! Books are a vital part of my happiness J

These are few of my favorite things:

1. My laptop

2. My bed

3. My books

And now Rachel has a question for you all: I love talking books! Who is your favorite author? Which of their books is your favorite? Why?

A Giveaway! I’d like to give away a PDF of any book from my Harlequin Templeton Cove series to one random commenter.

Excerpt:

He turned and his dark blue eyes, aflame with anger, pinned Sasha to the spot. She forced herself to stand still as his gaze languidly glided over her face, lingering for a moment at her lips. No smile lifted the corners of his mouth. No softness seeped into his hardened study.

She smiled even as her stomach knotted. “Hi.”

He continued to stare.

Okay, so he’s got that sexy, broody thing going on, but since when does a guy––any guy––leave me speechless? Say something…

“Well, you’re all sorts of angry, aren’t you?” Great, Sasha. Just poetic.

He lifted an eyebrow and turned his focus back to the ride.

She frowned and glared at his profile, feeling like an idiot. The guy needed to take a serious chill pill. Did he think he had a monopoly on being pissed off? Wakey, wakey, Mister, the entire human race holds a grudge of one kind or another.

“I was only trying to make conversation. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine.” She shrugged. “I haven’t seen you before and, as I’m the person running things around here, I thought you might appreciate a friendly word, a kind welcome. My name’s Sasha­­––”

“I know who you are.”

She stiffened. The deep, smooth lilt of his upper English class voice filled her with equal measure of attraction and warning. “Pardon me?”

He faced her and crossed his arms across his broad chest. “You’re Sasha Todd, exceptionally pretty and svelte manageress of this fairground, known so lovingly as Funland. You work for Kyle Jordon. Although, while Kyle’s currently boarding at Her Majesty’s pleasure in prison, you are undoubtedly forced to answer to his bull mastiff of a lapdog, the wonderfully charming and partially toothed Freddy Campton. Am I right?”

Sasha crossed her arms, mimicking his stance as irritation simmered inside her. “Yes, but who––”

“How do you feel about that, Miss Todd?”

“What?”

“Moreover, how are you going to feel knowing from tomorrow, you’ll be answering to me and not him?”

Sasha froze as his words filtered through her mind. Her heart pounded and hot heat seared her cheeks. What the hell did he just say? She uncrossed her arms and splayed her hands on her hips. “Is this some kind of joke?”

A flicker of amusement lit his eyes before he blinked and they turned cold once more. “No joke. From tomorrow you’ll be reporting to me.”

Panic and disbelief hurtled through her. Who the hell does this guy think he is? She huffed out a laugh. “I don’t think so. Who are you?”

“Your new boss.”

She grinned, hoping it would coerce some semblance of a smile to his lips and make him tell her he was kidding. “Very funny. You’re a funny guy, Mr…”

“You don’t believe me?” His face remained unnervingly impassive.

Okay, enough was enough. Sasha glared. “I asked you who you are. If you want to toss a revelation like that at me, the least you can do is tell me your name. Not that I’m likely to believe a word you say after this little, slightly creepy, performance.”

He uncrossed his arms and offered his hand, which she took without thinking. His hand enveloped hers. Warm, smooth and unnervingly large. Why did she have the sudden and unwelcome suspicion nothing about this guy was small or weak?

“John Jordon.” He shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

You can buy What Belongs To Her at:

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble

Rachel Brimble, Author of What Belongs To Her, a Harlequin contemporary romanceBio: Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK.  After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to Harlequin Superromance and a further three in 2013. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington–her debut was released in April 2013 and she has since signed for three more.

Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.

She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!

You can find Rachel at:

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Interview With Collette Cameron, Author of The Earl’s Enticement

11 Apr

The Earl’s Enticement, a Regency romance by Collette Cameron
I’m delighted to welcome back Collette Cameron for an interview and a peek at her new regency romance, The Earl’s Enticement, releasing May 28th.

Hi, Collette, so glad to have you here today. Tell us a little about The Earl’s Enticement:

The Earl’s Enticement is the third and final book in The Reluctant Brides Series. Adaira and Roark were introduced in Highlander’s Hope right after she releases him from the dungeon she’d kept him locked in for three days. Let’s just say our hero is not a happy camper.

Blurb:

She won’t be tamed.

A fiery, unconventional Scot, Adaira Ferguson wears breeches, swears, and has no more desire to marry than she does to follow society’s dictates of appropriate behavior. She trusts no man with the secret she desperately protects.

He can’t forget.

Haunted by his past, Roark, The Earl of Clarendon, rigidly adheres to propriety, holding himself and those around him to the highest standards, no matter the cost. Betrayed once, he’s guarded and leery of all women.

Mistaking Roark for a known spy, Adaira imprisons him. Infuriated, he vows vengeance. Realizing her error, she’s appalled and releases him, but he’s not satisfied with his freedom. Roark is determined to transform Adaira from an ill-mannered hoyden to a lady of refinement.

He succeeds only to discover, he preferred the free-spirited Scottish lass who first captured his heart.

What inspired this story?

As I said above, Adaira and Roark were introduced in Highlander’s Hope. I knew they had to have their own story, but they had to wait until I wrote The Viscount’s Vow. And let me tell you, they were not patient!

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year?

I’m working on Virtue and Valor, a Regency-Scottish historical. It’s the second book in my Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series. I finished Triumph and Treasure in January.

What are your writing goals for this year?

Chuckling here. My goal was to write three books this year. That was before I was snared for an emergency teaching position at the end of February. We’ll see how close I get to that!

How do you come up with ideas?

Ideas just come to me, and I jot them down in a notebook. I have several secondary characters in my previous books who are getting their own stories too,  and I’ve found their stories almost develop on their own.

Can you share with us “the call” story?

I’d written Highlander’s Hope (that’s the 3rd title by-the-way) and submitted queries to three or four publishers and had requests from four agents. They all said, “No thanks,” but one agent said she wanted to see more of my work and gave me some really good advice.

I rewrote the book—well actually, tweaked is a more accurate description—using the advice she gave me. I submitted a partial to Soul Mate Publishing and had a request for a full in four days. Four days after submitting the full, I was offered a contract.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

I think there are two things I truly enjoy about writing aside from entertaining readers. I love it when my stories and characters surprise me while I’m writing. I plan one thing happening and suddenly, they will take me in a different direction. I love the twists and turns and when they say or do something I didn’t see coming.

The other thing that I get tickled about is when I go back and read part of one of my books, and I’m like, “I forgot I wrote that” or “Did I really write that?”

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or…?

I start with my characters. I complete a lengthy questionnaire for both my hero and heroine. Even though some of the answers will change as I write the story, I’m forced to really get inside their heads and figure out what motivates them. What do they like? Dislike? What are their fears? I also have a general plot idea that helps guide me when I’m filling out their questionnaire and their Goal, Motivation, and Conflict charts.

What did you learn from writing your first book or what do you wish you’d known before becoming published?

Critique partners are a must. I didn’t have any for Highlander’s Hope, and I’m convinced I’d have had much less editing and rewriting if I did.

Do you have a favorite time of day for writing?

I write much better in the morning. My mind is fresher, and I seem to be more creative. These past few weeks I’ve been writing after I get home from teaching, and I can really tell the difference in my writing voice.

What do you like to read?

Historical romance of course! I really adore anything in the Georgian, Regency, and Victorian eras and anything to do with Scotland…or Vikings…or medievals.

Do you listen to music while you write? What are you listening to now?

I have to have complete silence while I write. If I listen to music, I want to sing along.

What don’t most people know about you but you would like to share?

Unlike many authors, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until later in life. I’d always found the mechanics of writing easy, but thought dialogue would be much too difficult to tackle. But as is often the case with writers, once I started, I couldn’t stop.

These are few of my favorite things:

1. Cadbury Milk Chocolate

2. Dogs, especially dachshunds

3. Walks on the beach.

And now Collette has a question for you all: As you can tell from the excerpt, Adaira is a wee bit unconventional. What characteristics do you most like in a heroine, and what can’t you stand? Personally, I don’t like spoilt, whiney ones. I’ll gift a digital copy of The Viscount’s Vow or Highlander’s Hope to one commenter who leaves their email contact.

Excerpt:

“You do know—” Roark’s gaze roved the tidy cell, noting the fat, black spider weaving a web in the corner above the cell’s door, before returning to Miss Ferguson, “you could go to prison, for a very long time, for abducting and imprisoning a peer of the realm.”

“Ah, but then you’re not a peer are you?” She smiled again, the row of her neat white teeth shining bright in the shadowy corridor. “In fact, I do believe I’ve done the Crown a tremendous favor. I’ve apprehended a known spy.”

His gaze captured hers. Her eyes appeared black in the meager light, except for those unusual jewel-like gold specks reflecting in her irises. He fisted his hands, the only outward manifestation of his fury.

“That’s twice you’ve accused me of being a traitor. If you were a man, I’d call you out for it.”

She raised a perfectly arched chestnut brow and grinned. “Swords or pistols?”

Roark swept his gaze over her figure, shaking his head in disapproval. “Don’t tell me you’re trained in weaponry?”

“Of course.” She struck a fencing pose. “En garde.”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Was there ever a more unladylike woman of refined breeding?”

Miss Ferguson dared to inch a bit closer, then bold as brass, pointed at him and chuckled. “You did it again. Spoke your thoughts aloud. My, but that must be aggravating.”

She leaned in a fraction, seeming to assess him with her keen eyes. Her subtle fragrance wafted past his nostrils. Something with lilies? He resisted the urge to inhale deeply.

“Can you keep any secrets, or does everything gush from your mouth like milk from a teat?”

Roark’s mouth dropped open. He gawked at her.

“Had she truly said teat?”

“To a man?”

“She didn’t know?”

Mischief danced in her eyes. “Yes, I did. Teat.”

Read the first two books in the The Reluctant Brides Series

Highlander’s Hope – Book 1

The Viscount’s Vow – Book 2

Collette Cameron, author of The Earl’s Enticement, a Regency romanceBio: Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching.  A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette is married, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

Connect with Collette:

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You can also connect with Collette on Goodreads, LinkedIn, and Google+  too. Go to her website for the links, her email address and mailing address.

 

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