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.
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.
What a perfect book to put on sale this month: The Knave of Hearts. Have you read it? If you haven’t, the ebook 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.
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.
I have a terrible time keeping up with my favorite authors. I read all over the board, romance (of course!), historical mysteries, Game of Thrones-esque fantasy (Have I told you about the series by Anthony Ryan, BTW?
Start with Blood Song! So good!), also paranormal . . .
You get the point. Of course you do. You read like I do–all the time and always looking–for the stories that continue, for the authors we love, and that wonderful moment when you know you’ve found a new “auto-buy” author. And you have to hunt for everything they’ve ever written.
So here was what my dear friend Melissa McClone clued me into last week. BookBub has a feature where you can follow an author and when that author has a new book, they will send you an email. Easy-peasy. If you want to see, here is a link to my BookBub page. I would be ever so thankful for a follow.
This past weekend, I went in and followed a bunch of my faves, and I thought I should share this with, well, everyone, ’cause, well, it’s great. So there it is. Go fav your auto-buy authors and never miss a book. You’re welcome. I know my TBR is ecstatic.
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I’m struck by this word of late: Intentional. The definition is quite clear: done on purpose.
So I find myself asking this question over and over. What is my intention here? What is my purpose? Will my actions at this moment lead me closer to my intentions?
I suppose as a writer, I’ve done this forever, because this is at the very heart of storytelling. What is the intention of this tale? What do I want the reader to learn with this story? What journey of discovery do I want take them along? What am I intentionally doing with my word choices, my characters, my plot?
I don’t think it matters what you are writing: a novel, short story, poem, blog post, or even a private journal entry that only you will ever see–all of these words have purpose, an intention. And to make the most of those words, focus your thoughts, your ideas on that purpose. With story telling, it might be asking yourself what you hope to accomplish with this scene. With a blog, what do you want the reader to take away, do, or accomplish once they read your words.
So whatever your course, whether it be writing or your daily choices, think about your intentions. Then take a deep breath and see the course before you, asking one simple question: What do I intend today?
As the answer forms, follow that path.
When the four of us, Julia Quinn, Laura Lee Guhrke, Stefanie Sloane, and I came up with the idea for writing Four Weddings and a Sixpence, based on the old wedding rhyme (I know, me and my rhymes!) I had to have “Something Borrowed.” I mean as soon as we started talking about it, I just HAD TO HAVE THAT ONE. I could see the entire story in my mind–a heroine who needs to borrow a betrothed and then has to face the fact . . .
Well, let the Tuesday Teaser tell you the rest:
“If you don’t mean to marry the earl—” Kate began just as they reached the second landing.
Cordelia came to a stop, catching hold of the railing. “Of course I don’t—”
She only wished she sounded more convincing. Because she didn’t want to get married.
She didn’t. Her gaze strayed down the stairs.
Kate made a grand harrumph, caught hold of her, and continued pulling her upstairs, lecturing as they went. “Then might I remind you that Lord Thornton isn’t your betrothed.”
“I know that,” Cordelia did her best to look outraged. “I haven’t the least idea what you are implying.”
She failed miserably, for Kate gave a regal shake of her head. “Cordelia, that man isn’t yours to dally with. And very soon he will need to be returned.”
“I am well aware of the situation,” Cordelia shot back. “I’m the one who came up with it.”
“Then I suggest you have a care before any more complications develop,” Kate replied, and continued up the stairs in a grand huff.
As if Cordelia needed to be told as much.
Something borrowed must always be returned.
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I hope you’ve had a chance to read FOUR WEDDINGS AND A SIXPENCE! If not, take a sneak peek here.
And of course, my best wishes to you in 2017. May the New Year be filled with blessings, love, and great stories.
This week, let’s take a lunch break with Mad About the Major, my recent novella addition to the Bachelor Chronicle’s series. A reader recently wrote a review and called it “Pure whimsy.” Two words that made me smile. That was exactly what I was striving for–a fun fast read that was a sly wink at the wonderful Audrey Hepburn movie, Roman Holiday.
I thought Birdie deserved a day off from being the Duke of Parkerton’s daughter. Now you can take a quick escape with the madcap Arabella “Birdie” Tremont in this excerpt.
Continuing my lunch theme contest questions: If you could have lunch anywhere in the world, where would you be reading the excerpt from Mad About the Major?
Post your answer below and you are entered in the drawing for a lunch bag prize pack. A winner will be posted in next Tuesday’s Lunch Break post.
Last week’s winner: Anita H (who, BTW, likes dim sum for lunch. YUM!