Sunday, March 30, 2014

Quiet Sunday

Sweet Sunday morning. Hope everyone is having a good day and taking time to look around and see the goodness in all the Great Architect of the Universe has put before us. I've got my cup of tea. The cat is sitting in the computer chair and I'm in the hard back chair from the kitchen table. Yep, all is right with the world. Let me sit here with my notebook and look out at the cows, the pines, and listen to the quiet. Yes, Welcome Sunday, too soon you'll be gone, replaced by that day which shall not be mentioned.


Saturday, March 15, 2014

SURPRISE! Lord Heartless has been released.

I'm so thrilled to announce that my first regency has been released. Lord Heartless is now available on Amazon.

An arranged marriage may be the death of Lord Landon Montague, a man who earned his rude moniker, Lord Heartless, through the distaste of the Ton. When he makes plans to collect on a debt from Lord Charles Gilbert by foreclosing on Holly Grove, Gilbert commits suicide. Only then does Lord Montague learn that Lord Gilbert has left a nineteen-year-old daughter, Juliet, at his mercy.

Lady Juliet Gilbert suffered the stigma of suicide as best she could. But losing her home and the servants who raised her and stood by through her father's drinking would be the last straw. Unable to secure a position, Lord Montague's offer of marriage gives her hope. All she must do is produce an heir. But arriving at Broadmoor proves more taxing than she anticipated for her dark Lord already holds an heir conceived out of wedlock.

Will this doom any hope of finding happiness and label him forever Lord Heartless, or will London's society have its last laugh on Shakespeare when Montague wins his fair Juliet?

Happy Reading,

Saturday, March 8, 2014

What makes a story?

I'm not sure I know how to answer that. A story we know has a beginning, middle, and end. It can be laced full of mystery, romance, murder, mayhem, laughter, and tears. But where do ideas come from?

I dream stories. They appear to me in snippets or grand detail depending on their mood. I hear the sounds of the rain or wind, the swish of silk, or pounding of the horses hooves. My hero and heroine have voices, dialect, even accents. They appear in the scene as if I'm watching the movie. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I awake remembering their direction. It's so easy then to jot down what I need to do. Other times, the visions are cloudy. I feel like Dumbledore attempting to reach out and pull the memories from his mind. Writing then becomes a bit more work than pleasure.

Because writing is a verb, I choose to do it. I let those sweet dreams take hold and give my feet wings of flight.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sneak Peak at an upcoming release Lord Heartless

In March, my publisher Decadent Publishing, will release my first Regency novel. I am happy to give my readers a sneak peak at Lord Heartless.

“A daughter.” Landon shook his head and stared at the dark, empty fireplace of his London home. He wanted to throttle Gilbert’s corpse. How could anyone gamble when they knew an innocent depended on them? Had Gilbert no priorities? Landon lifted his hand only to find his glass empty. Grumbling, he rose and made his way to the sideboard by memory. He reached for the glass container that held the whiskey.

Could it be Lord Gilbert knew my mother? They moved in the same circles. Who else would have told Gilbert he was unmarried? No, he mused, this type of meddling was better left to gossipmongers. They would have delighted in passing the information to his mother that since Gilbert’s death he had cut back at the clubs and attempted to clean up his reputation. A sigh pressed against his lips, but the mess already for naught. The source of his doom had been written in Gilbert’s own hand and delivered by solicitor to Black that very morning.

It made no difference. The Ton would never stand for him casting an innocent into the street. Despite his attempts at control, his hands shook as he poured another dram of whiskey into the glass. Cornered like a fox on a hunt. Their tongues would shred what little respectability he had left. A deep breath steadied his hand as he raised the glass high to the light. He gazed at the golden-brown liquid knowing it would not drown the memory, but it would make it easier to survive the night.

“One year from twenty. Even my mother could not have planned a trap better.” The sarcasm dripped from his lips. Four months. He had put it off long enough. Tomorrow, he would drive to Holly Grove and meet this Miss Gilbert. Then damn his soul, he would perjure it, and do the right thing in the eyes of the Ton. With a flick of his wrist, the liquid disappeared.

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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Join me today!

Good Morning,

I'm over at Petticoats and Pistols today talking about one of my favorite subjects, Texas. I'm also giving away copies of my two historical novels set in the great state. I hope to see you there.