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Spring cleaning and finishing a novel

After I write “the end” on the last page of a manuscript and then send it off to my editor, it’s time to do a bit of spring-cleaning—specifically tossing out all my notes from the current book.

The third book of my Bluegrass Homecoming series, Nom de Plume, comes out in July (I hope). It seems as if it took a long time to write. Sorting through my notes, I found out it did. First of all, I saved a few emails from my editor where we brainstormed the story. These are first ideas, trying to figure out what happened to the main characters in the past—where they’ve been. The date? October 2015.

In my file folder, I found Internet research, plot worksheets and handwritten notes. I use them to help me figure out where the characters are going. Trouble is—I’m a pantser. I never know for sure.

Jane Friedman describes a pantser: “Pansters are writers who prefer to create by the seat of their pants. In other words, rather than outline their novel, they hop in their concept like it’s a car, letting it take them where it takes them, only seeing as far ahead as their headlights allow.”

Although I’d love to be able to create a detailed plot, my mind rebels. I will confuse myself more if I try to make an outline. The plotting worksheets help, but only so far. I’ll sketch out ideas, but they change as I write the story. It helps that I know the outcome of my novel. As a “romance,” it will have a happily-ever-after ending.

Friends are fond of asking me how long it takes to write a book. I never know what to say. For Nom de Plume it took nineteen months. But not really. In that time, I wrote Liz: The Montana McKenna’s, the Bluegrass Homecoming Prequel, self-published Secrets as part of the series, and revised and re-edited My Lord Raven for self-publication. Plus I work a day job.

Perspective is important, especially when I have the tendency to beat myself up about not finishing more books.

Spring-cleaning helps too—out with the old. Time to start fresh on another journey to the end of another book.

Nom de Plume: Bluegrass Homecoming (book 3)

Coming soon…

Devoted homemaker and mother C.B Lyons hadn’t known she was living a lie, right up until the moment when she caught her husband cheating. Betrayed and then divorced, with her dreams of a big, happy family smashed to pieces, C.B. takes her toddler son to Heritage Springs, Kentucky, to be near family. Typing manuscripts for a famous romance author seems like the perfect job until she discovers the hidden truth about the reserved, reclusive writer.

Madison Mallory is a best-selling romance author with a secret. “She” is a “he.” The original Madison is actually in a nursing home. Her son, Jamie Madison, is determined she’ll have the best care possible. Even if that means quitting his job and taking up his mother’s pen name to keep the romance—and the money needed for her care—flowing.

Writing about romance is one thing. Making it work in real life is harder for Jamie. C.B. has good reasons to distrust men, especially sexy ones with piercing blue eyes. When C.B.’s ex wants his family back, can the author and his assistant find a way to write their own happily-ever-after ending?

Good people find their way to Alley Cat Advocates

Good people are everywhere. I’m reminded of the fact every time I volunteer for Alley Cat Advocates.

Several years ago, I lost my volunteer opportunity when a therapeutic riding facility closed. I’d volunteered at lessons there for five years. Looking around for another chance to give back, I was attracted to Alley Cat Advocates. I don’t remember why. Maybe it was its catchy name. Maybe it’s because I like cats.

Immediately, I was put to work. There were good people on the committee—dedicated people, willing to give time to a worthy cause. And time is often harder to give than money.

I also volunteered at Trap Distribution. That’s where volunteers hand out humane traps to other volunteers who care for “community” cats—otherwise known as stray or feral cats. These lucky cats, once trapped, are destined for The Quick Fix Program.

The Quick Fix program is operated every week of the year. The process begins when a caretaker calls our hotline and is scheduled for one of our weekday appointments. Quick Fix services include spay or neuter, vaccinations, a veterinary check-up and an ear-tip. Services are arranged by Alley Cat Advocates, and performed by fully licensed vets primarily at the Kentucky Humane Society S.N.I.P. Clinic.

Last Saturday 152 were scheduled for this week. That meant many caretakers needed traps. When we arrived at the distribution site, we had no traps! So as caretakers returned traps, two ladies washed them and got them ready to go out again. Washing traps is not an easy job. It’s a job I try to avoid doing. And as the hours went by, we got behind with a backlog of unwashed traps.

That’s when Marshall showed up returning traps. I’d met Marshall on other Saturdays. We were also two volunteers down that day, so I was multi-tasking and doing several jobs up front—greeting people and recording trap numbers, and getting traps ready to send out again. Marshall stayed to help. He pitched in with a smile on his face and a go-to attitude.

All the volunteers provide “customer service” to the caretakers. After all, these caretakers are a dedicated bunch. They are the ones who actually feed the unowned cats, often at a great expense. They provide shelters for them in cold weather. They watch out for them. Many people told me they’d trapped all the cats in their care, but if they didn’t, they’d tell me the story of that cat that got away, why it was hard to catch, or if it had quit coming around. A couple of caretakers inquired about cats they’d brought into the clinic the week before. These cats had been put into foster care because of medical reasons. “Will they call me about my cat?” I was asked. Even when gone, these good folks cared for their little charges.

Caretakers come from all walks of life. That has impressed me. Mothers and fathers bring children, and retired couples drive an hour to pick up traps for the week. I see people I would never guess were community cat caretakers. All of them “care.”

Trap Distribution ended at one o’clock, but we stayed around another hour cleaning up the dirty traps. By the end of the day, we were tired, but it was a good tired. I laughed and said I didn’t need Zumba class that day. Others agreed they’d gotten their exercise. It’s often the good volunteers that make volunteering so much fun.

Alley Cat Advocates needs your help. Volunteer! And if you need the help of the organization, call the hotline at (502) 634-8777. You’ll find someone at Alley Cat Advocates willing to talk “cat” with you.

Alley Cat Advocates Mission

To provide for the humane treatment of unowned cats in Kentuckiana by directing a Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR) program in the safest, most efficient and cost effective way possible.

— Karen Little, President

My Lord Raven has a long backstory

Writing my medieval and bringing it to publication has been quite a process. I started in 1995 with an idea. The first chapter won the Wisconsin Romance Writers’ historical contest in 1997 where it garnered this quote from editor Micki Nuding, “The clean writing was a pure pleasure!”

In 1999, I queried Kensington editors, hoping to sell to Precious Gems Historicals. I’d become a “published author” with a contemporary Precious Gems by that time and hoped to translate those two Kensington sales into another one. But the lines were full and my book wasn’t complete. Lesson learned: You need a finished manuscript to query a publisher.

So my tale of a medieval knight and his fair lady was shoved aside for work on contemporary stories. It “collected dust” on my hard drive instead of in a box under the bed.

In 2004, I entered my medieval in a couple of contests and won the Great Expectations Contest, North Texas RWA Chapter, and the Southern Heat Contest, East Texas RWA Chapter.

Still no complete manuscript. I had five finished chapters.

“Finish your unfinished manuscripts,” a psychic at the psychic fair told me. That was right after I’d been rejected again from a major New York publisher, a particularly disheartening rejection.

So, in the summer of 2005, I put butt in chair and began to write the rest of the novel. When I completed the book in the fall of 2005, I submitted it to publishers and collected my share of rejections. Then in July of 2006, I queried an inspirational publisher who was starting a new line. When this project wasn’t “right” for the line, I refused to give up. In September, I submitted My Lord Raven to Resplendence Publishing and was delighted when they published it in 2008.

Fast forward to 2014 when I requested my rights back for My Lord Raven. I was busy with other commitments and again the book collected dust. Then in October of 2015, one of my other publishers shut its doors, and I was out in the big, scary world of self-publishing. I added my medieval on my to-do list and worked on other books.

Finally, this fall I gave My Lord Raven a re-read. Had my writing style really improved that much since 2008? I polished up the text. One reviewer had commented that the ending was not satisfactory, so I added a new final chapter. My editor read through it—“Get rid of this. Change this. The ending is much better.” I ordered a new cover and paid for a new descriptive blurb. My husband formatted it and uploaded to the various ebook retailers.

So now when you read My Lord Raven, you’ll know it is a historical romance with plenty of history of its own. I hope you enjoy the freshened version!

Personal appearances in 2017

I’ve scheduled a few upcoming book signings. It’s fun to meet readers in person, not just online. Come and join me if you’re in the area.

My favorite book signings were the ones I did with Maddie James back in the day when we wrote for Precious Gems. A few Gems authors continue to get together and blog. Anyway, Maddie and I participated in several signings at Walmart, the retailer that sold our books. Talk about amusing! Moms pushing shopping carts full of groceries and children would stare at us and men would avoid eye contact. But it was great fun, and we were so proud to have paperback books with our names on them.

Date
City, State
Venue
Event


Mar 18, 2017

11:00 AM
La Grange, KY
Karen’s Book Barn
Book signing with Maddie James


Apr 29, 2017

10:00 AM
LaGrange, KY
La Grange Community Center YMCA
7th Annual Authors Fair


Jun 9, 2017

8:00 AM
Erlanger, KY
Holiday Inn Erlanger, Kentucky
The 13th annual Reader & Author Get Together (Lori Foster)

Open-to-the-Public Book Signings: FRI June 9, 2017: 3-5pm


Jul 8, 2017

10:00 AM
Lexington, KY
Hilton Inn at The Mall at Lexington Green
Lexington Legendary Book Bash

My Lord Raven: Knights of the Royal Household

Pre-order available $1.99 — Release Date 2/25/2017

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England, the Welsh Border Lands, 1283

To protect what little family she has left, Lady Catrin Fitzalan switches places with her cousin when King Edward orders the pious girl to wed his royal champion, a vicious knight called the King’s Raven. Rumors abound that this savage is responsible for the deaths of Lady Catrin’s father and brother. How can she allow her sweet cousin to wed a murderer?

Bran ap Madog, bastard son of a Welsh prince, has devoted his life to serving the English king. His badge is the raven, a creature that feeds off rotting spoils, just as Bran feeds off the spoils of war. Now he wants a reward for his service: a wealthy wife, and the land and power she can bring him.

But there’s another side to the rapacious black birds Bran has chosen for his badge. Social and family-oriented, ravens mate for life. Which gives them something Bran never had—a family, a sense of belonging, and a rightful place in the world. Bran has fought for everything he’s ever had. But his last battle, with his new wife, may cost him the one thing he isn’t prepared to lose: his heart.

“I wholeheartedly recommend the trailer for My Lord Raven, which you can tell from this promotional video will be more awesome than you could possibly imagine. Think: Passions meets Middle Earth. Tell me you don’t want to buy that book like yesterday.” Erin Keane, posted on her blog

Reviews and Awards

Though I’m not an historian myself, I am nonetheless fond of historical fiction that, if it’s good, is wrapped in actual history, and it is evident that Jan Scarbrough worked hard to describe accurately the people, the castles, the fashions and the warfare of England in the 13th century. I felt compassion and sympathy for the strong, impulsive, naive Lady Catrin, but it is the mysterious, passionate Bran that is thoroughly captivating. All of these elements make My Lord Raven a fascinating historical romance worth taking the time to read.

– Joysann reviewed My Lord Raven on Barbara Vey’s Beyond Her Book Blog.
“The clean writing was a pure pleasure!” Micki Nuding, editor/contest judge
“Clearly a romance in the tradition of Lisa Jackson.” Tina Brown, editor/contest judge
“I finished a wonderful book yesterday. My Lord Raven by Jan Scarbrough was a wonderful historical romance set during the reign of Edward I.” Jacqueline Roth
My Lord Raven was voted one of the top 10 books of 2009 by blogger Kimber Chin.
“A very important thing that I have to find to really appreciate a book, is accuracy in the details and the settings ; well in My Lord Raven I found it. I must say that the medieval background is very well depicted and full of atmosphere. I read it in two nights and had a hard time to put it down the first one ! You won’t find any dull moments in this book and you will only be eager to unravel the mystery behind the murders of Catrin’s family. There is a very palpable and well built tension from the start between the two main characters of Catrin and Raven. Both are very believable and little by little as Catrin, you discover the true nature of the Raven. I loved this book from start to finish. It’s definitely a Keeper.” AC, Amazon Reviewer
4 1/2 Pixies —”MY LORD RAVEN is authored by the prolific Jan Scarbrough, who stars in the LADIES OF LEGEND, TN Series as well. Ms. Scarbrough knows her history, andreaders will find MY LORD RAVEN both accurate and its detailed settings compelling.
Rich in detail, vivid in imagery, MY LORD RAVEN is a fine introduction to the period and an excellent historical backdrop to the romance building between Bran ap Madog – Lord Raven – and Lady Catrin, who has disguised herself as her shy, reticent cousin. Ms. Scarbrough demonstrates a talent for building both female and male characters, and peeling away their layers to reveal the real personas beneath the social/political masks. MY LORD RAVEN appeals to fans of historical fiction and romance, but will be enjoyable for any reader.” Frost – Dark Angel Reviews
4 Blue Ribbons — ‘Looks can be deceiving’ is the theme of Jan Scarbrough’s latest release, MY LORD RAVEN.
A good historical romance is a wonderful thing and in Jan Scarbrough’s case, a well written and beautifully characterized historical romance is one that I will read over and over again. MY LORD RAVEN is such a romance. It captured my attention, held me spellbound, and I was on the edge of my seat for the duration. In my opinion, nothing is better than that! Romance Junkies
Ms. Scarbrough has skillfully drawn her characters with a knowing, loving hand – combining well-written, historically correct narration with breathtaking passion. Her narrative is smooth and her knowledge of the subject time period is outstanding. Her ability to draw readers into the mood and hold them captive for the duration made this one a cannot-put-down read for me. A completely delightful read! Well done, Jan! ~Measures 8.9 on the Richter Scale.~ ~110 degrees F~ Fran Lee
Enduring Romance Blog 9/3/2009 Bran is what makes My Lord Raven extra special. This unique hero made my heart melt. The writing is wonderful. I laughed and cried and hoped along with Bran. If you love medieval romances, you’ll love My Lord Raven.
The writing is beautiful – crisp, polished, tight. Dialogue sparkles, scenes flow with emotion, and the descriptions do an excellent job of painting the sights and sounds and smells of the Middle Ages. Historical detail abounds, without ever feeling like a history lecture, since the facts of medieval world are skillfully woven into the narrative, strengthening the story rather than distracting from it. Tatiana March ~ author and avid reader at the Resplendence Publishing blog
Ms. Scarborough has created a stunning novel of medieval England in My Lord Raven. Set in 1283 around the Marcher lands that border Wales, this story is rich in historic detail with compelling protagonists. I was captivated from the first page. My Lord Raven is well written, fast-paced and with enough mystery and intrigue to keep the reader turning pages right to the satisfying end. Highly recommended. Amazon Review 

Excerpt

The King’s Tournament, near Shrewsbury

October 1283

“Let me pass!”

Lady Catrin Fitzalan, chest heaving from her haste, glared at the tall, imposing knight who barred her way. How dare he block the path? Her brother Gilbert waited for her at his tent where he made ready for the king’s forthcoming mêlée.

Yet, the knight said nothing, just stood in her way, his mail-clad legs spread in a determined stance.

The back of her neck prickled with unease. Before her stood a fearsome creature in full battle armor, broad of shoulder and chest. He wore no crest upon his great helm or coat of arms upon his black surcoat. Why did he glower at her through the sights of his visor?

Drawing an angry breath, she made a fist. “If I were a man, I’d force you out of my way!”

The brute raised his leather gauntlet and pointed at the red silk scarf she gripped in her other hand. “If you were a man,” he mocked her in a carefree voice, “I would not find myself seeking your favor.”

Her chin came up. She clutched the scarf. Did he think she’d part with her precious favor on the day of her brother’s first tournament? She and her cousin Olwen had spent hours on its creation, each embroidering a Rothmore golden lion rampant on opposite ends of the silk stole for Gilbert to tie on his sleeve this special day.

“Stand aside,” she ordered. “You will gain no favor from me.”

“Then you will not pass this way.” His words hissed through the breathing holes in his face guard. “I will have your favor.”

Catrin swayed, frustration simmering into fury. “You presume too much, knave!”

“My lady, you dishonor me.” He bowed slightly. “I am the king’s servant, but I’m no unscrupulous boy.”

He leisurely removed the helm from his head, revealing harsh and rugged features. Black eyebrows drew into a frown above the bridge of his straight, hawkish nose. As custom, his upper lip was clean-shaven. She could see no more of him, for he wore a mail coif with a ventail wrapped under his chin.

Yet, she could not tear her gaze from his glittering and wickedly beautiful eyes. He had a wild-blooded look about him that stole her breath away. For an instant, she thought him threatening. What else must account for the strange flutter in her chest?

“As God is my witness, I mean you no harm.” His eyes sparkled and a smile now tilted one corner of his mouth. “I only ask for part of your favor, a simple silken token to carry with me into the lists, for I have no maiden fair. Will you honor me, my lady?”

Dare she believe the sincerity of his request? His flattery? Catrin bit her lip, looking for a way to escape. She’d no more time for banter. The tournament would soon start, and she must deliver the scarf to Gilbert.

She glanced at the knight again. The amused light in his eyes darkened.

“Oh, very well,” she said, abruptly making up her mind to cover the surprising tingle of attraction. “My brother waits. I have no time for your foolish game.”

“I insist, my lady.”

“You may not have it all.” Catrin held the scarf between her outstretched hands.

Her tormentor smiled slightly, lifted his sword, and deftly sliced the scarf in two.

Catching her breath, she thrust her right hand forward. “Take this if you must.”

Bowing as any chivalrous warrior might, he accepted the jagged piece of silk without a thank-you and stepped aside with a courteous bow. “You may pass, my lady.”

Catrin picked up her skirts and bolted from him, sprinting as fast as she’d run during childhood days in the fields near Clun Castle.

Learn More about Ravens

Learn about ravens at PBS — NATURE

Did you know the Tower of London keeps ravens?

“Unusually for birds of ill omen, the future of both Country and Kingdom relies upon their continued residence, for according to legend, at least six ravens must remain lest both Tower and Monarchy fall.”

My Lord Raven

Pre-order available February, 2017.

England, the Welsh Border Lands, 1283

To protect what little family she has left, Lady Catrin Fitzalan switches places with her cousin when King Edward orders the pious girl to wed his royal champion, a vicious knight called the King’s Raven. Rumors abound that this savage is responsible for the deaths of Lady Catrin’s father and brother. How can she allow her sweet cousin to wed a murderer?

Bran ap Madog, bastard son of a Welsh prince, has devoted his life to serving the English king. His badge is the raven, a creature that feeds off rotting spoils, just as Bran feeds off the spoils of war. Now he wants a reward for his service: a wealthy wife, and the land and power she can bring him.

But there’s another side to the rapacious black birds Bran has chosen for his badge. Social and family-oriented, ravens mate for life. Which gives them something Bran never had—a family, a sense of belonging, and a rightful place in the world. Bran has fought for everything he’s ever had. But his last battle, with his new wife, may cost him the one thing he isn’t prepared to lose: his heart.

“I wholeheartedly recommend the trailer for My Lord Raven, which you can tell from this promotional video will be more awesome than you could possibly imagine. Think: Passions meets Middle Earth. Tell me you don’t want to buy that book like yesterday.” Erin Keane, posted on her blog

Reviews and Awards

Though I’m not an historian myself, I am nonetheless fond of historical fiction that, if it’s good, is wrapped in actual history, and it is evident that Jan Scarbrough worked hard to describe accurately the people, the castles, the fashions and the warfare of England in the 13th century. I felt compassion and sympathy for the strong, impulsive, naive Lady Catrin, but it is the mysterious, passionate Bran that is thoroughly captivating. All of these elements make My Lord Raven a fascinating historical romance worth taking the time to read.

– Joysann reviewed My Lord Raven on Barbara Vey’s Beyond Her Book Blog.
“The clean writing was a pure pleasure!” Micki Nuding, editor/contest judge
“Clearly a romance in the tradition of Lisa Jackson.” Tina Brown, editor/contest judge
“I finished a wonderful book yesterday. My Lord Raven by Jan Scarbrough was a wonderful historical romance set during the reign of Edward I.” Jacqueline Roth
My Lord Raven was voted one of the top 10 books of 2009 by blogger Kimber Chin.
“A very important thing that I have to find to really appreciate a book, is accuracy in the details and the settings ; well in My Lord Raven I found it. I must say that the medieval background is very well depicted and full of atmosphere. I read it in two nights and had a hard time to put it down the first one ! You won’t find any dull moments in this book and you will only be eager to unravel the mystery behind the murders of Catrin’s family. There is a very palpable and well built tension from the start between the two main characters of Catrin and Raven. Both are very believable and little by little as Catrin, you discover the true nature of the Raven. I loved this book from start to finish. It’s definitely a Keeper.” AC, Amazon Reviewer
4 1/2 Pixies —”MY LORD RAVEN is authored by the prolific Jan Scarbrough, who stars in the LADIES OF LEGEND, TN Series as well. Ms. Scarbrough knows her history, andreaders will find MY LORD RAVEN both accurate and its detailed settings compelling.
Rich in detail, vivid in imagery, MY LORD RAVEN is a fine introduction to the period and an excellent historical backdrop to the romance building between Bran ap Madog – Lord Raven – and Lady Catrin, who has disguised herself as her shy, reticent cousin. Ms. Scarbrough demonstrates a talent for building both female and male characters, and peeling away their layers to reveal the real personas beneath the social/political masks. MY LORD RAVEN appeals to fans of historical fiction and romance, but will be enjoyable for any reader.” Frost – Dark Angel Reviews
4 Blue Ribbons — ‘Looks can be deceiving’ is the theme of Jan Scarbrough’s latest release, MY LORD RAVEN.
A good historical romance is a wonderful thing and in Jan Scarbrough’s case, a well written and beautifully characterized historical romance is one that I will read over and over again. MY LORD RAVEN is such a romance. It captured my attention, held me spellbound, and I was on the edge of my seat for the duration. In my opinion, nothing is better than that! Romance Junkies
Ms. Scarbrough has skillfully drawn her characters with a knowing, loving hand – combining well-written, historically correct narration with breathtaking passion. Her narrative is smooth and her knowledge of the subject time period is outstanding. Her ability to draw readers into the mood and hold them captive for the duration made this one a cannot-put-down read for me. A completely delightful read! Well done, Jan! ~Measures 8.9 on the Richter Scale.~ ~110 degrees F~ Fran Lee
Enduring Romance Blog 9/3/2009 Bran is what makes My Lord Raven extra special. This unique hero made my heart melt. The writing is wonderful. I laughed and cried and hoped along with Bran. If you love medieval romances, you’ll love My Lord Raven.
The writing is beautiful – crisp, polished, tight. Dialogue sparkles, scenes flow with emotion, and the descriptions do an excellent job of painting the sights and sounds and smells of the Middle Ages. Historical detail abounds, without ever feeling like a history lecture, since the facts of medieval world are skillfully woven into the narrative, strengthening the story rather than distracting from it. Tatiana March ~ author and avid reader at the Resplendence Publishing blog
Ms. Scarborough has created a stunning novel of medieval England in My Lord Raven. Set in 1283 around the Marcher lands that border Wales, this story is rich in historic detail with compelling protagonists. I was captivated from the first page. My Lord Raven is well written, fast-paced and with enough mystery and intrigue to keep the reader turning pages right to the satisfying end. Highly recommended. Amazon Review 

Excerpt

The King’s Tournament, near Shrewsbury

October 1283

“Let me pass!”

Lady Catrin Fitzalan, chest heaving from her haste, glared at the tall, imposing knight who barred her way. How dare he block the path? Her brother Gilbert waited for her at his tent where he made ready for the king’s forthcoming mêlée.

Yet, the knight said nothing, just stood in her way, his mail-clad legs spread in a determined stance.

The back of her neck prickled with unease. Before her stood a fearsome creature in full battle armor, broad of shoulder and chest. He wore no crest upon his great helm or coat of arms upon his black surcoat. Why did he glower at her through the sights of his visor?

Drawing an angry breath, she made a fist. “If I were a man, I’d force you out of my way!”

The brute raised his leather gauntlet and pointed at the red silk scarf she gripped in her other hand. “If you were a man,” he mocked her in a carefree voice, “I would not find myself seeking your favor.”

Her chin came up. She clutched the scarf. Did he think she’d part with her precious favor on the day of her brother’s first tournament? She and her cousin Olwen had spent hours on its creation, each embroidering a Rothmore golden lion rampant on opposite ends of the silk stole for Gilbert to tie on his sleeve this special day.

“Stand aside,” she ordered. “You will gain no favor from me.”

“Then you will not pass this way.” His words hissed through the breathing holes in his face guard. “I will have your favor.”

Catrin swayed, frustration simmering into fury. “You presume too much, knave!”

“My lady, you dishonor me.” He bowed slightly. “I am the king’s servant, but I’m no unscrupulous boy.”

He leisurely removed the helm from his head, revealing harsh and rugged features. Black eyebrows drew into a frown above the bridge of his straight, hawkish nose. As custom, his upper lip was clean-shaven. She could see no more of him, for he wore a mail coif with a ventail wrapped under his chin.

Yet, she could not tear her gaze from his glittering and wickedly beautiful eyes. He had a wild-blooded look about him that stole her breath away. For an instant, she thought him threatening. What else must account for the strange flutter in her chest?

“As God is my witness, I mean you no harm.” His eyes sparkled and a smile now tilted one corner of his mouth. “I only ask for part of your favor, a simple silken token to carry with me into the lists, for I have no maiden fair. Will you honor me, my lady?”

Dare she believe the sincerity of his request? His flattery? Catrin bit her lip, looking for a way to escape. She’d no more time for banter. The tournament would soon start, and she must deliver the scarf to Gilbert.

She glanced at the knight again. The amused light in his eyes darkened.

“Oh, very well,” she said, abruptly making up her mind to cover the surprising tingle of attraction. “My brother waits. I have no time for your foolish game.”

“I insist, my lady.”

“You may not have it all.” Catrin held the scarf between her outstretched hands.

Her tormentor smiled slightly, lifted his sword, and deftly sliced the scarf in two.

Catching her breath, she thrust her right hand forward. “Take this if you must.”

Bowing as any chivalrous warrior might, he accepted the jagged piece of silk without a thank-you and stepped aside with a courteous bow. “You may pass, my lady.”

Catrin picked up her skirts and bolted from him, sprinting as fast as she’d run during childhood days in the fields near Clun Castle.

Learn More about Ravens

Learn about ravens at PBS — NATURE

Did you know the Tower of London keeps ravens?

“Unusually for birds of ill omen, the future of both Country and Kingdom relies upon their continued residence, for according to legend, at least six ravens must remain lest both Tower and Monarchy fall.”

Christmas Memories

Why do we run ourselves ragged before the Christmas holidays? Why do we shop until we drop? Decorate the house inside and out? Fret over new Elf on the Shelf locations?

Because we have wonderful Christmas memories of family gatherings at grandmother’s house, toys from Santa under the tree, church pageants and choir concerts, and volunteers at red kettles ringing bells in the cold.

My cousin recently posted an old home video on Facebook and these memories came flooding back. There, in color but with no sound except music someone had added later, were grainy movies of Christmas in the 1950’s. In a line, my family entered the back porch where the tree and presents were displayed: my grandfather and grandmother, five of their six children and spouses (my mom and dad included), my great-aunts, and my little cousins.

How times have changed. Each woman wore a dress or skirt and blouse, very formal compared to today. Not a pair of blue jeans in the house! (I didn’t buy my first blue jeans until I was a freshman in college.) The tree was covered in silver tinsel. I don’t think you can buy that any longer. My boy cousins played with new toy guns. My girl cousins and I hugged our big dolls.

The most poignant moment of the movie was the very end. My grandparents, father and his brother and sisters gathered together to sing. I wish I knew what they were singing. I wish I had a recording of it, because music was so important to that family. My grandfather started a marching band in his hometown, my father was a band director, my aunt played organ at church. They were a family of The Depression. They didn’t have much back then, but it was evident that they had each other. They were bound together by their love for each other and the joy of music.

On this Christmas so many years removed from those treasured home movies, I wish you and yours the same joy of family and friends. May you be blessed this season and in the year to come.

Writing Secrets—Release Day

Sometimes books take many paths to publication.

I wrote the novel Secrets a few years ago, choosing to explore a romance about a woman caught between the past and her desire to create a new life for herself. I wanted to submit the manuscript to a traditional publisher, but was advised at the time by another author that this publisher did not like forty-year-old heroines. Huh? So I wrote the book anyway, and I titled it “A Father at Last.” A small press published it. Well, I do read my reviews, and when one reader said the title gave too much away, I changed it to “Secrets.”

Flash forward to last year. The small press went out of business. I got my rights back. Thanks to the help of my editor Karen and my husband, I plunged into the independent publishing world. Mercer was ready for release, and it came out first. Then I published the four stories in the Ladies of Legend series starting with The Reunion Game.

However, I wasn’t ready to release Secrets. I’ve learned books do better in a series. So I decided to make it part of a new one called Bluegrass Homecoming. This new series will let me again explore my favorite theme of second chances. Bluegrass Reunion does that too, but the stories aren’t tied together. I want the Bluegrass Homecoming series to be standalone novels, but with the same characters running throughout the books.

More problems. The original book takes place in Indiana. Ah, it was simple to change its setting to Kentucky. Then I figured I needed a lead-in story. So I wrote the love story of baby boomers Howie and Grace. Ta-da! The Prequel was born. Their granddaughter Colleen takes center stage in the third book, Nom de Plume. And no, I haven’t finished it yet.

And you know what is so ironic? Since the time five years ago when I wanted to write about a forty-something heroine, “seasoned” romance has come into wider acceptance.

What about you? Will you read a romance about an “older” heroine?

Secrets: Bluegrass Homecoming (book 2)

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Schoolteacher Kelly Baron raised her child alone. Now that her daughter’s grown and married, Kelly can finally start her new life in North Carolina, responsible only for herself. She has just one more thing to do: help her mother. To do so, she must return to Heritage Springs, Kentucky, the place she’d fled years before. Back then she’d been nothing but a small-town girl from the wrong side of the tracks, hiding a secret that could have destroyed lives.

Newly divorced lawyer Rob Scott seeks solace for his heartache in his small-town roots. Maybe being an incurable romantic isn’t smart for a lawyer who has to deal with hard facts. The last thing he’s looking for is a relationship. He’d made millions in Chicago, but in his heart he’s always kept a secret dream, a desire he’s never told anyone. Then he runs into Kelly, the girl who’d disappeared from his life years ago, leaving behind only hurt and unanswered questions.

Kelly’s kept her secret all these years. But sometimes the only way to build a future is to face the past.

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The Romance Studio’s 2011 CAPA Award Nominee for excellence in romantic fiction.

New title, new look, same great story!

(Formerly titled A Father At Last)

Other books in the Bluegrass Homecoming series: Prequel

Reviews

Jan has done it again! She has written another best seller which promises to quickly rise to the top of the charts. Her fascinating plot kept me involved in the book. I constantly wanted to see what would happen next. The poignant storyline was so well developed, I was spellbound. The myriad supporting cast members were so incredibly believable. I fell for all of them. The two main characters were so emotionally connected it was impossible NOT to believe in a happily-ever-after. I will admit, however, that the ending was handled in such an amazing way that I was both surprised and thrilled. Ms. Scarbrough has become one of my favourite authors. I am automatically drawn to anything with her name on it.Ms. Scarbrough has a way of involving sensuality without going in-depth so that younger readers cannot enjoy the book.  While the sexuality was evident, the entire book was mildly sensual. It did not lose its spunk. I highly recommend this book to anyone. I promise you will love this book as well as this author. The Romance Studio

I just finished reading Jan Scarborough’s novella, A Father at Last, and cannot say enough good things about it. Well plotted, emotional and humorous in places, edgy, heart-warming. A book to curl up beside a fire with a cup of tea in easy reach, which is exactly how I enjoyed this delightful read. Amazon Review

This is a beautiful story, skillfully crafted with likable characters, great dialogue and a poignant theme readers will relate to. Lost love and redemption are strong drives in the human psyche and Ms. Scarborough delivers masterfully. Buy this book; you won’t be disappointed. Amazon Review

With a story that rings so true, the reader will feel like they had heard it at the local beauty parlor. The craft of this author keeps this story novel. The dialogue and character development leads this story into an emotional journey without growing overly melodramatic or Hallmark Channel schmaltz!  In a nutshell, this sweet romance speaks to those who fear, those who hide truths and those who have lost hope and yet somehow hope to find it. Jan Scarbrough rewards with romance and redemption and her next endeavor is eagerly awaited. The Romance Reviews

I thoroughly enjoyed this story and felt that I was watching it unfold in front of me as if I was another character in the story. Ms. Scarbrough knows how to tell a story and she takes her readers on a thrilling roller coaster ride as they turn the pages. Night Owl Romance

A Father At Last, seems a misleading title for a story that is really all about fresh starts. Personalities are simply great throughout, as are the revelations: Kelly is not the only one with a secret. Kelly’s mother is a lively surprise – not all the person we, or her daughter, expect. In fact, this story is all wonderfully unpredictable, and still a delightful romance (or romances… there’s a lot going on here). Long and Short Reviews

Excerpt

Seneca Park

Louisville, Kentucky

“Kelly, will you marry me?”

Heat swept Kelly Baron’s face, and it had nothing to do with the warm June day. Choking back dismay, she stared at the kneeling man at her feet. “For goodness sakes, Thomas, stand up.”

Thomas struggled to his feet and sat down beside her on the park bench. His normally flushed face was peppered with sweat, and he had an expectant look in his eyes. “I’m serious,” he said, fumbling in his pocket and withdrawing a small, black velvet box. “Dead serious.” He lifted the lid.

Secured inside the box was a spectacular princess-cut diamond solitaire set in a white gold, cathedral setting. Kelly was somewhat of an expert about diamond engagement rings because of her daughter’s recent wedding, but she never expected Thomas Dunlap to offer her one, let alone one that looked to be the size of a carat.

Kelly focused on the beautiful ring, avoiding the conflicting emotions whirling in her head and the warning bells ringing in her ears.

Her usually reticent suitor became assertive and removed the ring from its box. “Here. Try it on.”

Before Kelly could demur, Thomas grabbed her left hand and slipped the ring on the third finger.

“It’s too big,” were the only words she could force from her dry lips.

“That’s no problem,” Thomas said, bending over her hand. She could see the thinning spot of hair at the top of his head. He slid the ring up and down on her finger, and then raised his eyes. “We can get it sized to fit. What do you think?”

“It’s lovely.”

“No, about marrying me.”

That again. Panic set in. It’s not that Kelly didn’t like Thomas. They had been dating since his divorce. He was an elementary school principal in Jefferson County, and she taught fifth grade in a local Catholic school. They liked to walk for exercise, go to Broadway Series plays, and eat Italian. They had a lot in common. But she had never, ever considered marrying anybody, not even when she’d been pregnant with C.B. and needed to get married in the worst way.

“I’m not sure it’s the right time,” Kelly mumbled, looking at the way a thin strand of salt and pepper hair fell across his forehead.

Thomas sat back, opening a little space between them but continuing to hold her hand.

“It’s a perfect time.” His voice lowered turning persuasive. “We’ve dated five years. Colleen is happily married and you finally settled your great-aunt’s estate.”

“But her house hasn’t sold.” She looked down, avoiding his gaze. Aunt Bess had left her house to both Kelly and Colleen, and when it sold her daughter and new husband would have a tidy nest egg.

“A technicality.” Thomas grasped both hands and renewed his efforts. “Look, Kelly, you’re not responsible for anyone but yourself now. It’s time for you to do what you want and move forward with your life.”

Kelly lifted her eyes to gaze into his the face. She blinked. For twenty-one years she’d packed her life full of busyness and responsibility, spending her time taking care of first her daughter and later Aunt Bess. Thomas was right. All that responsibility was over. Kelly turned forty in July. It was time to be a little selfish.

But did that include marrying Thomas?

She shook her head once. “I don’t know. This is so,” her voice faltered, “unexpected.”

“I know it is, Kelly, darling. But you must have guessed how I feel about you.”

Kelly dropped her gaze again, uncomfortable with his earnest, direct stare. Yes, she had known Thomas cared, but part of her had believed he would never marry again given the hideous nature of his divorce. It wasn’t as if theirs was a platonic relationship. They enjoyed good enough sex twice a month, usually the weeks he didn’t have his son.

She met his gaze again. “What about Clayton?”

“Clayton goes to college in the fall,” he said. “Kelly, you and I are footloose and fancy free, sweetheart!” A smile transformed his face, smoothing out the worry lines in his brow, but leaving Kelly’s chest tight. “We’re good together, professionally and personally. It’s now or never, darling.”

Time for a forced smile. Did she want to spend the rest of her life with Thomas Dunlap? Become Mrs. Thomas Dunlap? No. For one thing, if she ever married, she would keep her maiden name. She would never succumb to an out-of-date tradition. And besides, she was too self-reliant, too used to doing what she pleased with only her daughter and her aunt to put her life in the hands of another.

But Aunt Bess was dead and C.B. was married. Thomas was right. She was free.

“This is such a surprise. Will you let me think about it?” She hated the timid note that crept into her voice. Slowly, Kelly disengaged her hands and withdrew the sparkling ring from her finger. It was too much bling. It was too much pressure. She handed it back to him. “You know I don’t do change well.

”Thomas slid the ring back into its protective velvet box. He had the look of a man receiving a death sentence. I hate to hurt his feelings. She hadn’t quite told him “no,” but she hadn’t said “yes.” If the situation was reversed, she’d feel like shit.

“You have a habit of avoiding things,” he said with a sharp shake of his finger, reprimanding her as if she was a six-year-old caught hitting another child on the playground. “It’s a character flaw you need to work on.”

Kelly shifted on the park bench. Thomas was always too blunt. That was his character flaw. She pressed her right hand hard against the bench and fought down her annoyance.Yet could Thomas be right?

Twenty-one years ago she had avoided telling C.B.’s father she was pregnant, but that was because his mother had found out they were secretly dating and warned her away from him. She made it perfectly clear her son had a future that didn’t include a small town girl from the wrong side of the tracks. It was evident she went behind her son’s back because he never said anything about his mother’s interference. Probably her husband didn’t even know about her scare tactics.

But his mother was right. When they talked about life after high school, he made it clear he didn’t intend to end up in a small town like his father. He intended to go places, be important. Kelly was never part of that future he painted for himself.

When she found out she was pregnant, Kelly couldn’t tell him. He didn’t love her. He would reject her and their child.

And so once Kelly started keeping the secret, she had never revealed the truth to anyone, especially not her own father, who had threatened to beat it out of her and confront the boy and his parents. It was just as easy to avoid telling her mother, who could be bullied by her husband, and later C.B., who accepted life without a father. Leaving her hometown and moving to Louisville put distance between her and the problem.

Thomas cleared his throat. “I won’t wait forever,” he told her.

“Of course not.” Kelly shook off the memories and touched his sleeve. How did she soften her response? “I just need time to process this. Please?”

He kissed her then—a typical Thomas kiss with lips pressed firmly shut and eyes closed. Kelly responded as always, timidly, tepidly—trying to deny the longing in her heart for the love of her life—someone who cherished her, didn’t want to change her and loved her just the way she was.

Someone she was too afraid to find.