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Cerise went to #England, brought home #gin, a carriage and a yummy earl!

http://www.sipsmith.com Yes, I went on my annual research trip, lugging along only 1 suitcase, my iPad, tons of notes...and my husband. He is such a good bloke to go with me each year. I promise different sights. He promises to like (most of) them. I also promise great dining at yummy restaurants and he finds the wine. And the brandy. This year we discovered Sipsmith Gin! (Swoon worthy G and Ts were appreciated by Mr. DeLand and me at Rules and I'll have more on that divine feast in another post!)

And did I bring home an earl?

And a carriage?

Well, the next best thing to both, I brought home fab pix of carriages and lots of info about men of some (varied) repute. All of this, of course, is for character building, house and estate "establishment" and other words of historical accuracy while permitting two people to fall in love and have an HEA!

This year we did England. Almost two weeks in London found us taking the Tube each morning to a new and exciting destination, previously chosen for sound research in the Regency period (and some in the Victorian, too). I have wonderful tales to tell in succeeding blogs and hope you will return for the fun of it, and the news of how this all folds into this new novel or that one!

First up, where did I find that carriage? And that earl, you ask? Well, while hubby and I have been to England often, we'd never taken in the Royal Mews. We began there.
And what a great site it is too for finding sumptuous carriages fit for...well, yes, a queen. But I found a few other oldie but goodies, too.

Near Buckingham Palace, the grounds were opened by Henry VIII. With horse stables and separate areas for the royal motorcars, the Mews is arranged around a courtyard. Here, the stable doors are open to visitors to view the horses, royal carriages and autos.

While I was not able to get a picture of any of the horses (because staff ask that you not disturb the animals overmuch with snapping and flashes and such), I did get a few great shots of the elaborate, immaculate carriages which Her Majesty and her family use for many state and family occasions.

Semi-State Landau, Royal Mews. (My picture.)The one that appealed to me most was this one. The Semi-State Landau. Although its top is up, I can imagine it down, people riding graciously in facing seats whilst being taken around town by matching horses.

This wonderful coach is often used by the younger royals in parades such as the Trooping of the Color for the Queen's Birthday. Very popular with Queen Victoria, the coach gives a feeling of youth, vibrancy and allows for a full view of those in the seats. It was gilded and decorated for her Golden Jubilee in 1887, surviving today with the excellent care of the staff at the Mews.
But what would you do, what carriage would you want if it rains?

The Scottish State coach, used by Queen and Prince Phillip
during wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton.
Picture is mine.Try this one! Known as the Scottish State Coach, it is used for glamorous state occasions when being seen is the best PR tactic. Built in 1830 for George IV's younger brother, the Duke of Cambridge, it was refurbished for the Royal household a century later. Used by Her Majesty to attend Scottish Parliament and other state occasions, the coach bears the Scottish crown on the top. 

As for me, I intend to use a coach similar to it in my next Regency. Of course, the hero must be fabulously rich, perhaps even fabulously vain! Hopelessly handsome, too. Hence, the reason for the grand display.
And if that one is in repair, then perhaps this one would appeal more! This is the Golden State Coronation Coach made for George III in 1762 at the then cost of more than 7,000 Pounds. Covered in gold leaf, this enormous carriage sits in the Mews in splendor. Like the other coaches, it remains in a constant state of readiness at significant cost to the Crown. Hand painted outside and in by a contemporary artist of period, Giovanni Cipriani, this coach boasts red velvet interiors to complement the priceless artwork inside. It requires a team of 8 horses. This coach has been used at every coronation since George IV,  including Queen Elizabeth to her coronation and on her Diamond and Golden Jubilees.

Each coach is described by a plaque to one side of the carriage. Do enlarge to read this one and then note you can also see the extent of many of the stables to the left.

Throughout the exhibit area, other means of conveyance are exhibited.
A pony cart. A child's miniature carriage. And here is a sedan chair, looking extremely uncomfortable, I must say!

And what about that earl?
Where did I hide him?
Is he happy here in Texas with me?
View of courtyard of Royal Mews.
My photo.As soon as I give him more than one of these carriages to ride in, more than a stiff G and T and a proper home to live in (Osterley, perhaps?), he'll be well satisfied!

17th Century Sedan Chair.
My picture.
The Irish State Coach built for an Industrial Exhibition in 1853 in Dublin
in hopes of attracting the attention of Queen Victoria.
The Crown purchased the coach and Queen Victoria used it often.
Picture is mine.

Susana Ellis gives us her new #Regency, A Home for Helena, #timetravel, #release party today! Prizes!

A Home for Helena Release Party: March 29, 2016, 4:00-11:00 p.m. EDTGuest authors • Prizes • Fabulous gowns • Swoonworthy heroes • Fun for everyone
ABOUT A HOME FOR HELENA           Widowed father James Walker has no intention of remarrying until he makes the acquaintance of his daughter’s lovely new governess. 
Lady Pendleton, a time-traveling Regency lady herself, suspects that these two belong together. First, however, she must help Helena discover her true origins—and hopefully, a home where she belongs.
A Home for Helena  is Book 2 of  The Lady P Chronicles.
Book 1, The Ultimate Escape, originally published in the Bluestocking Belles’ anthology, Mistletoe, Marriage, and Mayhem, will soon be available individually.
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Misplaced in time… can she find her way home?
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ALSO BY SUSANA ELLIS The Ultimate Escape: Book 1 of The Lady P Chronicles (from Mistletoe, Marriage, and Mayhem)On the eve of her wedding, Julia realizes she cannot marry her fiancé after all, no matter that it’s been her dream for eight long years. Too distraught to face him, she follows in her mother’s footsteps and flees to the future for a brief reprieve.
Oliver knows he has bungled things badly, but he is determined to win the woman he loves, even if he must travel through time to do it.
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The Third MacPherson Sister (from Sweet Summer Kisses)Rebecca’s older sisters took the ton by storm while she herself has failed to attract a suitor in four Seasons. Miles is pondering his urgent need for a wife when Rebecca lands in his lap in the nave of Bath Abbey. A match between them seems ordained by the heavens… except for the little matter of his past history with her sisters.
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Lost and Found Lady (fromBeaux, Ballrooms, and Battles)Catalina and Rupert fell in love in Spain in the aftermath of a battle, only to be separated by circumstances. Years later, they find each other again, just as another battle is brewing, but is it too late?
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A Twelfth Night Tale (from Cotillion Christmas Celebrations)A wounded soldier and the girl next door find peace and love amidst a backdrop of rural Christmas traditions.
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Treasuring Theresa She's a country lady. He's a London swell. They have nothing in common. Or have they?
Treasuring Theresa was a finalist in the 2013 EPIC Awards.
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A nibble of my new #Regency cherry, INTERLUDE WITH A BARON? YES! #99cents

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An excerpt from Cerise DeLand’s INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, Copyright 2016, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
“Excuse me, will you?” Dray dismissed himself from the group. He had four days to talk with all these people at this house party. What lured Dray was his favorite puzzle. The famous Marlthorpe maze.  He escaped through the French doors opening to the veranda and the complex design of the evergreens. He loved this labyrinth, its path copied from an ancient Greek oracle. For many years, he’d come here to Marlthorpe’s springtime party and sought out the serenity of the garden and the mental exercise it afforded. Puzzles were his favorite pastime when he was not making money.Starting down the entrance, he paused a moment to consider the right turn or the left. He’d tried the left last year and found it led to a circular route back to the entry. Right then, it would be. The yews had grown two inches or more since last spring and the enclosure was quiet, comforting. That is, it was until he heard giggles from another quarter of the shrubbery.  The sounds were those of a young child and a woman.  “Come now, Christine,” the female voice was low, breathless. It had a distinctive rasp.  Dray halted.  “You must put on your mask, dearest. You have the advantage if you can see!” The woman laughed though she tried to sound stern.  And Dray swallowed, drowning his instincts about the identity of the lady who chased her daughter in the garden.   The child shrieked in delight, then pattered away.  Rustlings in the bushes gave evidence of the two running.  “I found you!” the woman said.  “Not fair. Not fair, Miss Bedlow.” The girl objected but laughed nonetheless.   Miss Bedlow? How could it be?     Dray stared at the wall of greenery.   The two chuckled and chased each other.   The woman stopped. “Wait, Christine!”   He spun around, following the sounds, his head whirling with the shock and the possibility that Emma Bedlow was a guest at this party. That she played with a child.   And that she was in this garden and he was, too. After years of taking care to never cross her path, how ironic that he could come to a house party on a spring afternoon in Berkshire and be so near.   He stood, confounded by his choices. Call to her. See her. In truth, over the next three days, he would eventually be near her. To converse. To dine. To dance. Better to face her alone now than later in a room filled with curious spectators.  So be it. Following their voices, he tracked her and her charge down one path and left across another. Luck was with him and he recalled one lane with the grey stone bench…and another one with the potted white roses along the east barrier.  The noises stopped.  The girl asked a question and Emma answered, walking toward him and laughing.  Anxious, fretful, he turned a corner.   Halted.   Let his eyes revel in the sight of her.   She was holding hands with a girl and beginning a children’s roundelay.  The girl broke away from her, racing around like a little animal and not watching where she was going, she ran right into Dray.   With a grunt, she froze and peered up at him.   Dray caught the child with hands to her shoulders. She squirmed and pleaded with him to let her go.   But Dray had no presence of mind to do it. He gazed at Em, his soul drinking in her pale green gown, her fuller figure, her wealth of midnight hair. He had died of thirst for years to see her—and he rejoiced that she appeared hale and hearty, even happy, if also at the moment, shocked to stillness.  What to say to her? What to call her? He wouldn’t address her by her title. That was one she’d hated, never wanted. And since the autumn, she told it about that she wished to discard her married name for her maiden.  “My lady, how wonderful to see you again.”  She gaped at him as she blinked and stepped backward. “My lord.”  “I had no idea you were here.”   “I—I was amusing her, tiring her before…”   He tore his gaze from hers and looked at the girl with a critical eye. The child was too old to be hers and Montroy’s. Was she ten? Eleven? Twelve years old, at the very most. When he’d last seen Em after Waterloo, she’d been married only a year and the anniversary of that great battle would be five years in June. This child was not hers.  He peered at her. “You are invited to the house party?”   Emma shook her head so forcefully that her shining hair, so thick, fell from her pins, draping her shoulders with fat curls. “ Yes. But I will not attend.”   He took a step nearer. She was as lovely—no, even more beautiful than she’d been as an eighteen-year-old dancing in his arms at the Dunstables’ ball. Now she was what? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?   Her cheeks were plumper. Her exotic aqua eyes round with shock. Her form was fuller. A woman, no longer a girl. A woman who had seen too much agony and deserved all the laughter and light she could garner in her lifetime.   “I don’t understand. Are you not a guest?”  “I am acting governess to the earl of Tunbridge’s daughter. Forgive me. This is Lady Christine, my lord. My dear, I present Baron Lansdowne.”   While the girl murmured how she was pleased to meet him, he took a second to realize Em used the formal title of Naill Wainwright. Astonishing, too, was that this child was Naill’s, the one no one ever saw and often remarked might not exist.   “You are employed?”   “I am.”   That confused him. She had money. He’d made certain of it. His sum complemented that from her mother’s dowry, which her father had not been able to throw after bad schemes, grasping mistresses and cards. “Will you come inside and—?”   “No, my lord.” She stiffened and never took her eyes from him. “I cannot.”  “I am so delighted to see you, Em.”   She looked as if she were about to cry. But she took hold of her charge’s hand. “I must go.”   “Wait, Em. I must talk to you.” Make amends.   “I do not wish to speak with you. Go about your party, my lord. Say nothing, I beg you, of this or me to anyone.”   The Elgin family had invited her. They had evidently accepted that she needed careful assistance to enter society again. He didn’t understand why she hung back.   Unless she was angry at him.  And he couldn’t blame her. “Em, I mean you no harm.”   She put up a hand. “Please, Dray. I must do this my way. Let me go in peace.”
   And since she had had so little of it in her life, he did as she asked and watched her leave him. As she always did.

A nibble of my new cherry, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS! You need it!

Masquerade With a Marquess, Regency Romp #3          Amazon   ARe   NOOK   KOBO   iTunesAn excerpt from Cerise DeLand’s MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESSCopyright 2016, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved. Victor made his way toward the threesome—and stopped in his tracks.Across the room, a woman stood near the wall. Attired in a simple gown of cream, she portrayed a Greek or Roman queen. Her half mask was white, covering a straight nose and framing eyes that darted and scanned, settling here and there and moving on. Her hair glowed like pale sunlight. Beneath a headband of gold and white satin, her tresses curled in a braid high around her head. In a bow to current fashion, delicate wisps dangled at her ears. But the disarray made her more elegant, more classically beautiful. He could not drink in enough of her—and his mind stalled. His stomach clenched. Oh, most definitely, this was the elusive housemaid. Or more accurately, Sophia di Bertolla di Contini, the daughter of the famous Italian courtier and poet, Marco di Bertolla.Why would she come here to this party disguised? The irony that she should appear here in plain sight when he had searched for her for weeks had him setting his teeth. What game did she play?The woman had disappeared from Whiting’s house that night in December. He’d run out into the streets to search for her, to no avail. He’d hired men he often employed to track thieves or those who owed him money. But they’d found no one answering her description in any lodgings in greater London. He’d extended their territory to search for her in Dover and Calais, assuming she might seek refuge there to book a packet across the Channel. They had come up short.But here she was. No maid’s drab cloth for her tonight. The opposite. Poised, shining and polished as a marble goddess, she surveyed the guests, all grace and purpose. She spoke with no one. In truth, she seemed to hug the walls. Was she here alone?He made his way across the ballroom. In the crowd, that took him time. Too much, in fact. And as he wove his way among his guests, she left her secluded spot to wander toward the central hall. Odd, that. The ladies’ retiring room was on this wing. If she wondered precisely where, she need only ask a servant who would redirect her.  But she didn’t.She continued toward the foyer. Scurrying, really.Then she froze. Her eyes rounded.Victor followed her line of sight.Dray appeared straight ahead of her in the doorway, his ginger hair mussed by the wind and the half-black mask he wore. She turned aside, deftly weaving around Dray with not so much as a nod of greeting. That easily, she slipped out.Victor hastened to catch her. But damn the crowd. Threading his way through the throng required more greetings and diplomacy than he had expected. Next year, by god, he’d stay home. He wished to speak only to this intruder who appeared here as a guest. A creature who perennially danced in his memory like Salome.Muttering to himself about his failure to eradicate her from his thoughts, Victor picked up his pace toward the hall. But in his path stood Dray.“I must speak with you.” Dray stepped toward him, straightening his tailcoat but looking oddly agitated.“Later.” Victor clasped his step-brother’s hand. “Wait for me, please.”“This is important. Where’re you going?” He turned as Victor passed him by.“A guest.” He’d explain her identity later. “She’s headed the wrong way to the retiring room.”“Put a footman to the task. I have news from Windsor—”“Dray, wait.” “I can’t!”Victor ignored him and hurried away.At the first floor landing of the staircase, he came to a stop. He turned to one side, the movement of a figure catching his eye. But it was a man, not Sophia.In a stealthy move, the man shut the door behind him. As the latch clicked, so did knowledge of who the man was.Otis Underwood. A degenerate of the first order.Was he stalking Sophia? Was she in that room? The reason that she might have gone there rose like bile in his throat. Did she seek an assignation with Underwood?Preposterous. She had better sense than that. Or had years ago. Why would she consider alliance with such a man as he? She had no reason.But he squeezed his eyes shut a second. Of course, it was her looks. The soft blue eyes that mesmerized a man. The lush rosy lips that inspired erotic fantasies in any man who gazed upon her. Young, old, infirm, any man with blood in his veins took one long look and coveted her.Distaste for Underwood and his nefarious actions washed away all condemnation of Sophia.Still, why was she floating around Winterbourne’s house?She wasn’t a thief. Or hadn’t been that night at Whiting’s.But was she in that room and if so, what did she want?Flummoxed, he ripped off his mask and swung about, once more in complete review of the hall. No doubt of it. Unless she’d left the house, she was in that room where she should not be.He’d root her out. He would.He took the hall on cats’ feet. With utmost care, he turned the knob and thrust open the door.Ah.
Across the moonlit room she stood in profile to him facing Underwood. The man advanced on her, a salacious smile upon his fleshy lips, his hawk-like nose hooked like the predator he was.

Did Cerise's #Marquess and his lover, the Countess, really find Pauline #Bonaparte's missing gold? #Regency

Amazon    ARe   NOOK   KOBO    iTunesYou love your historical fiction to have a few facts? Of course you do!

Not just the way the characters dress or talk or regard each other with proper manners. No, no. You like them to have a foot in their own era, their own problems.

Well! Do I have fun for you!

Lots of occurrences in my MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS are true. Like what, you ask?

George III really did die in Windsor Castle January 29, 1820 only days after his youngest son passed away. And that man was Duke of Kent, Victoria's father. A year and a half mourning period ensued. The royal court wore black. Noblemen and women wore black armbands and Parliament did adjourn, then reconvene later in the spring. Parties were at a minimum or scaled down in reverence for the king's passing.

Pauline BonaparteBut in the novel, my heroine Sophia di Contini searches for treasures stolen from her during the Napoleonic wars. The treasures she seeks were taken by Napoleon's sister Pauline and Sophia has the names of those who may have taken them into their own possession!

Is it true that Pauline was inclined to take items that did not belong to her? Yes.
Is it true she took them to her own home in Paris? Yes.
Is it true she sold her house to Wellington? Oh, yes.
Is it also true that her portrait is the  only one of a woman  hanging in the Duke's Apsley House Waterloo gallery in London? Oh, yes.
And is it true that she wished to use this money to finance Napoleon's return from Elba and to the Imperial Throne of France?
Indeed, it is.
Do you know what happened to the remainder of that money?
No? Then you must read MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS!
Winston ChurchillAnd might you know what has become of that house today?
It is the residence of the British Ambassador to France.
Oh, yes, and one more fact. Winston Churchill's mother, American Jennie Jerome, and Winston's father, Randolph Churchill were married in Pauline's home. Do you know why?
The Churchills did not approve of the match and they refused to attend!
Hotel Charost

Cerise's MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS, #3 in #Regency Romp series, videos of hero's home!

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Victor Cameron, the hero in MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS, is a nobleman with wealth and a few fabulous homes. One is in London, one near the border in Yorkshire, but the other lies in Berkshire. And a fabulous abode it is, too.
Want to take a look?
Of course you do!
This picture is the National Trust's photo of Basildon Park in Reading, Berkshire.


YOUTUBE OF HOUSE (28 minutes long): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovA1lQeRx5E
Missed it in 2005 Pride and Prejudice? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ep7NVFZbEPY
The real house of Basildon was built beginning in late seventeen hundreds for the then current owner. In the Palladian style which conforms to very strict standards of elevations and dimensions of apertures such as doors and windows, this house is nonetheless a late example of the style brought from the Continent by those noblemen who took their grand tours.
During the Regency period, the center block was the main house for the owners, with ground floor used as wine cellars, servants quarters and service rooms. The rooms opened to the center court, hall or stairs and were in a row, one leading to another. The wings would have served secondary functions.
Do watch the videos of the house. I think you will enjoy seeing the true "Cameron Park" as much as I!
I also hope you are reading (if you haven't already) the other three novels in this series. Each stars a man who fought, served and spied for the Crown during the wars against Napoleon.

What does Cerise's Marquess Cameron look like? MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS out now!

We imagine what heroes look like and drool over delicious descriptions of their features. Long ago, when I first began to write about Victor Cameron, the Marquess Cameron, I found a picture of a marvelous Italian male model.
Here he is.
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This is fabulous Mariano Divaio.
I thought his brooding looks, especially in this photo, typified Victor not merely in looks but in temperament.
In MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS, Victor lives alone and with another birthday to be celebrated, he is pressured by his step-mother to marry. It is the farthest thing from his mind.
But when Contessa Sophia di Contini shows up impersonating a maid, Victor recalls one night when they were together in Italy. One night in each other's arms. One night after which Sophia betrayed him...or so he always assumed.
Now she's in England, searching for treasures stolen from her family by Pauline Bonaparte. And Victor is wary that what she will steal will be his heart...again.
MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS is #3 in my Regency Romp series. I hope you enjoy this...and looking at Victor/Mariano!!!

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Cerise celebrates release of 2 New #Regency #romances w contest for Lady's Maid's Bag, more!

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I celebrate the release of 2 of my Regency Romps novels, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS and INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, together! Aiding me is FUSSY LIBRARIAN where to enter the contest, they ask you to sign up for their newsletter and I ask you to sign up for mine!What: 2 sign-upsWhere?   My newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Jm55L   Their Rafflecopter locale: http://www.thefussylibrarian.com/for-readers/giveaways/When: March 6-12   That's right. ALL WEEK LONG.   Enter often!Who: Readers who love to get books, Gift Cards and SWAG (this maid's bag is direct from my recent research trip to England)Why? Cuz you love the fun of it!
Amazon ARe   NOOK   KOBO   iTunes    And (drum roll!) to celebrate the release of my two new Romps together, I am reducing all of my Regency Romp romances and HER BEGUILING BUTLER for a limited time to 99cents.
Why?Because it has been a long time, (too long) since Lady Varney's Risque Business and Rendezvous with a Duke debuted and I want you to refresh and enjoy the series, all four of them!
 LADY VARNEY’S RISQUE BUSINESS, Regency Romp #1 Amazon    ARe:    NOOK:   KOBO:  
RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE, Regency Romp #2 Amazon     ARe    BarnesandNoble    KOBO  iBooks
And this is the prize, pictured left and down, in the contest offered in conjunction with Fussy Librarian this week only! Digital copies of THE INCOMPARABLES box set plus 2 more of my backlist. Go here and follow the directions in the Rafflecopter drawings. Again, directions: What: 2 sign-upsWhere?   My newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Jm55L   Their Rafflecopter locale: http://www.thefussylibrarian.com/for-readers/giveaways/When: March 6-12   That's right. ALL WEEK LONG.

BIG prize #Regency Maid's bag. 3+ prizes Subscribe my newsletter AND Rafflecopter Details here!

I celebrate the release of 2 of my Regency Romps novels, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS and INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, in ONE BIG DAY! Aiding me is FUSSY LIBRARIAN where to enter the contest, they ask you to sign up for their newsletter and I ask you to sign up for mine!
What: 2 sign-ups
Where?
   My newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Jm55L
   Their Rafflecopter locale: http://www.thefussylibrarian.com/for-readers/giveaways/
When: March 6-12
   That's right. ALL WEEK LONG.
   Enter often!
Who: Readers who love to get books, Gift Cards and SWAG (this maid's bag is direct from my recent research trip to England)
Why? Cuz you love the fun of it!

Annnnnd (drum roll!) to celebrate the release of my two new Romps together, I am reducing all of my Regency Romp romances and HER BEGUILING BUTLER for a limited time to 99cents.

Why?
Because it has been a long time, (too long) since Lady Varney's Risque Business and Rendezvous with a Duke debuted and I want you to refresh and enjoy the series, all four of them!

LADY VARNEY’S RISQUE BUSINESS, Regency Romp #1 Amazon     ARe :    NOOK:    KOBO:  
A lady indulges in a risqué business when her newest client demands she change the rules of her engagement.










RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE, Regency Romp #2
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A young pianist knows her rendezvous with one of England's most powerful dukes can never be more than a passing affair.








MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS, Regency Romp #3
She sought treasures stolen from her. He agreed to help her...at the risk of her stealing his heart...again.






INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, Regency Romp #4
She vowed never again to allow any man to control her...but what is she to do with a charming baron who promises her bliss forever?






HER BEGUILING BUTLER, Delightful Doings in Dudley Crescent, #1
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What's a lady to do when she finds her butler too fascinating, too charming, too delicious to resist? Hmm?

BIG prize #Regency Maid's bag. 3+ prizes Subscribe my newsletter AND Rafflecopter http://www.thefussylibrarian.com/for-...

I celebrate the release of 2 of my Regency Romps novels, MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS and INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, in ONE BIG DAY! Aiding me is FUSSY LIBRARIAN where to enter the contest, they ask you to sign up for their newsletter and I ask you to sign up for mine!
What: 2 sign-ups
Where?
   My newsletter: http://eepurl.com/Jm55L
   Their Rafflecopter locale: http://www.thefussylibrarian.com/for-readers/giveaways/
When: March 6-12
   That's right. ALL WEEK LONG.
   Enter often!
Who: Readers who love to get books, Gift Cards and SWAG (this maid's bag is direct from my recent research trip to England)
Why? Cuz you love the fun of it!

Annnnnd (drum roll!) to celebrate the release of my two new Romps together, I am reducing all of my Regency Romp romances and HER BEGUILING BUTLER for a limited time to 99cents.

Why?
Because it has been a long time, (too long) since Lady Varney's Risque Business and Rendezvous with a Duke debuted and I want you to refresh and enjoy the series, all four of them!

LADY VARNEY’S RISQUE BUSINESS, Regency Romp #1 Amazon     ARe :    NOOK:    KOBO:  
A lady indulges in a risqué business when her newest client demands she change the rules of her engagement.










RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE, Regency Romp #2
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A young pianist knows her rendezvous with one of England's most powerful dukes can never be more than a passing affair.








MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS, Regency Romp #3
She sought treasures stolen from her. He agreed to help her...at the risk of her stealing his heart...again.






INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, Regency Romp #4
She vowed never again to allow any man to control her...but what is she to do with a charming baron who promises her bliss forever?






HER BEGUILING BUTLER, Delightful Doings in Dudley Crescent, #1
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What's a lady to do when she finds her butler too fascinating, too charming, too delicious to resist? Hmm?