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A Knavish Newsletter Winner

Sorry for the delay in posting the newsletter contest winner of the Kindle fire. I had surgery last week and lots of things are slipping through the cracks right now, mostly anything I try to hold with my left hand–which is in a full cast. I had to use Dragon speak to draft to this post. Without further ado the winner of the Kindle fire is:

Tina U. of Phoenix AZ

Tina, I’ll be sending you an email on how to claim your prize. Best wishes to everyone who entered and has subscribed to my newsletter. I hope you got a chance to read the excerpt to Six Impossible Things, coming out April 25th.

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Tuesday Teaser: The Knave of Hearts

Continuing with my Knavish theme this month, and since THE KNAVE OF HEARTS will only be on sale for a very short time longer, I thought I would give another look inside at the very beginning of Tuck and Lavinia’s romance. Poor Lavinia! The thing about a knave is that he never has your best interests at heart—no matter how sincere he seems.

“Miss Tempest, you must have faith,” he told her, getting to his feet. “You must trust me—”

“Trust you?” Her astonishment all but filled the room.

Well, she might have a point in that regard . . . But this was a new beginning for both of them.

“Yes, you must trust me. Because I can put this all to rights. I can.” He tried to sound far more confident than he felt.

After all, he only had two bloody weeks to pull off this miracle.

“I don’t see how—”

“Believe me, you will,” he promised, holding out his hand to her. “Let me be your guide. You came to London to be matched, did you not?”

“Well, yes—” she managed.

“And it would be a shame to have to leave when you’ve just arrived—”

She gave a shuddering sigh. “I haven’t even received all the dresses I ordered.”

“No!” He shook his head. “And how pretty you will look wearing them.”

“There is no point to any of it, for I cannot dance,” she told him.

“Is that all?” Tuck waved his hand at this. “ ’Tis nothing a good London dancing master can’t fix in an afternoon.”

The lady shook her head and glanced away, but not before he saw the skepticism in her expression.

“Come now, Miss Tempest,” he said softly, coaxing her to look up at him. “Will you allow me the privilege of helping you find your perfect match?”

You can read the full excerpt here, and find order links here. Make sure to get your .99 copy soon before this Knavish deal ends.

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Tuesday Teaser: Knave of Hearts

Last week to get THE KNAVE OF HEARTS for .99 cents. Don’t miss out! And if you have already read The Knave and loved him, why not send a .99 copy to a friend? Who doesn’t love a surprise like that? Especially a knavish one.

You can find the full excerpt here, and order links to your favorite online retailer here. This is the last week to get your .99 copy.

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A Knavish Sale for February

What a perfect book to put on sale this month: The Knave of Hearts. Have you read it? If you haven’t, the ebookThe Knave of Hearts is on sale for .99 cents (for US and Canada readers). The perfect price to get yourself a copy or send one to a friend. Tell them Tuck Rowland is a hero they will love as much as chocolate!

Find a .99 cent copy at your favorite online retailer here.

Here is a little sneak peek inside. I love the way Tuck and our heroine, Lavinia Tempest, get to know each other–through banter and secrets revealed. Lavinia has just let slip that she loves the rather reckless and improper Miss Darby novels.

Tuck realized that in those moments he’d seen the door to her heart push open ever so slightly. Miss Lavinia Tempest had yet another secret—a daring, passionate side she did her utmost to keep well in check.
“And what about you?” he asked. “Do you adhere to all the proper social conventions?”
“I must.” She shifted in her seat and glanced away. “All I’ve ever wanted is to find a respectable, sensible gentleman and be married.”
“That sounds horribly dull. Not a single saber duel to be had.”
“Saber duels never end well,” she reminded him.
“No, I suppose they don’t.”
“Have you ever been in a duel?”
“Good God, no!” He glanced over at her, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she looked overly disappointed. “I don’t relish the idea of being shot at. Or have a saber run through me.”
She sniffed, and he could almost hear what she was thinking.
That never stops Lieutenant Throckmorten.
Well, it rather stopped Tuck. He liked living. Excessively so.

You can read the full excerpt here, and of course, make sure to get your .99 copy before time runs out.

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TBT Ruins

In Something Borrowed, my novella in the anthology, FOUR WEDDINGS AND A SIXPENCE, Cordelia sketches at a local ruin.

I must confess something: I LOVE ruins.

The first time I went to England and Scotland in 1990, I was obsessed with finding ruins. In England, finding ruins is like looking for antelope in Wyoming, or seagulls in Seattle. They are everywhere.

And I was in heaven.

Here are some of the photos from Elgin Cathedral I took way back then. I loved how they show the sheer grandeur of these buildings and how they were constructed–the walls with the rubble in between, and mostly, how the stones have been “borrowed” by the locals over the centuries. Early recycling at its finest.

And so it seems, Cordelia, the heroine of Something Borrowed, shares my love of ruins. Okay, she can’t help herself.

They turned the corner in the road, and the entire reason Cordelia had set out in this direction came into view. Just off the road stood an old ruined castle, which was more a pile of rubble than fortress, the once lofty walls having been pilfered for centuries by the nearby villagers.

In the far western horizon the sun was beginning to settle in for the night, throwing off the day’s labors by bathing the sky in brilliant shades of pink and red, while the humble yellow stones of the castle glowed back with an ancient fire—that flicker of twilight where day and night entwined and embraced.

They both stopped, and Cordelia couldn’t help herself, she reached over and caught hold of his hand.
“Have you ever seen—”

“No, I haven’t. At least not in a very long time.” Then he surprised her utterly. “Thank you, Cordelia, for asking me—to come along and all. I had forgotten—”

So periodically as I write, (like when I was writing Something Borrowed) I pull out those photos from that long ago trip and smile at the ruins I found, the glorious houses I toured, in what became the inspiration for this career of mine.

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