Cerise DeLand's Blog, page 4
September 27, 2024
A reader's review of LORD RAMSEY that had me sobbing with joy! Thank you, Jo, for my 10+ STARS!
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September 24, 2024
Napoleon's ladies! How many do you know?
An early portrait of
Josephine de Beauharnais
The man had a large family of brothers and sisters. His greatest regret was that his first wife, Josephine, could not give him an heir. She, too, regretted her inability to conceive, though she tried many remedies and spas.
Portrait artists of the period—famous Le Brun and Jacques Louis David—painted many of them.
Who was loveliest?
Who was most notorious?
Today, we have a selection of those ladies who influenced Court, banking, fashion—and scandal!
Oh, you tell us what you think.
Here are your selections.
Desiree Clary, Queen of Sweden
Napoleon's mother, Madame Mere
Sister Pauline Bonaparte
Caroline Bonaparte, sister
Hortense de Beauharnais, daughter of Josephine
Madame Julie Recamier, wife of a banker, Society darling
Empress Marie Louise with her son, Napoleon II, King of Rome
September 23, 2024
Join me and my Cherries for a party for LORD RAMSEY's debut! Brin a furry friend for treats!
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September 21, 2024
What would you do if...you were a lady pursued by a merciless man? COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS UNTIL LORD RAMSEY'S RED HEADED RUIN DEBUTS!
COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS UNTIL LORD RAMSEY'S RED HEADED RUIN DEBUTS!
What would you do…?
If you lived in Paris, amid the whirl of Court, and the deputy chief of police were in love with you?
Amber St. Antoine lives in the circle of First Consul Bonaparte’s court…and his deputy will do anything to have her as his mistress.
But does he really desire her? Or is it a ruse because he knows she’s a spy?https://books2read.com/u/brddrE
The most dangerous work a woman can do is spy on her enemies...and fall in love with her protector!
It’s dangerous to be an honest woman. Torture to be the man who loves her.
Amber St. Antoine flees Paris—and her role to spy on Bonaparte.
Ramsey must find her and keep her safe.
But the lady objects.
Stubborn, defiant and stunningly beautiful, Amber accepts Ram’s protection…even as she refuses to leave France.
What’s a man to do, if he’s determined to save her from herself…and is foiled at every turn?
Is he a fool to believe that love conquers all?
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September 18, 2024
She flees a man who will consume all of her...and finds another man who will love her and set her free!
It ’ s dangerous to be an honest woman.
Torture to be the man who loves her.
Amber St. Antoine flees Paris—and her role to spy on Bonaparte.
Ramsey must find her and keep her safe.
But the lady objects.
Stubborn, defiant and stunningly beautiful, Amber accepts Ram’s protection…even as she refuses to leave France.
What’s a man to do, if he’s determined to save her from herself…and is foiled at every turn?
Is he a fool to believe that love conquers all?
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Excerpt, LORD RAMSEY’S RED-HEADED RUIN, Copyright, 2024, Cerise Deland.
“Scarlett Hawthorne definitely knows you,” Ramsey conformed with a shrug of indifference. “She showed me a watercolor portrait of you. A fine one.”
Whose painting could that have been? Only Augustine. For years, her best friend Augustine had refined her art by redoing Amber’s portrait in ink or pencil or watercolor over again and again. “I know you best,” Gus had often said when Amber complained. “It gives me joy.”
However, the gentleman before her was not joyful. He frowned at the door slats. “That portrait is how I have been able to track you in and out of town the past few days. Even in your men’s attire, to say nothing of your numerous changes of public carriages, hired coachmen—and haylofts.”
“I tracked you today,” she blurted at him as a ripple of despair shot through her.
“I know. A double play, eh?”
This man trailed her. Were there others? More whom she had not noticed? Were they from Scarlett or from Vaillancourt? What had she not seen? Who else was out there plotting her capture?
Her bravado was for naught. She clutched her arms around her middle. If she had had more space in this cramped closet, she would have doubled in distress.
“Come out, Madame,” her captor murmured with sweet appeal. “I long to meet you face to face. I have admired your courage.”
“And my stupidity to allow you to corner me?”
He waved a hand. “Curiosity was bound to snare you.”
That was true. “You allowed me just enough of you to lead me on.”
“Ah, well. Essential to one who wishes to meet you.”
“But sir, I have no desire to meet you.”
“You will.”
Did he toy with her? Rather carefree, wasn’t he? Yet his discovery of her was so dire a challenge to her. “Huh! You think very highly of yourself.”
“I think very highly of you, Madame. You are quick, nimble, thoughtful in your escapade. Add to that, you are lovely from afar. I can only imagine how stunning you are closer.”
She snorted. “I am no imbécile who will welcome your compliments or your protection in exchange for my obedience.”
His jaw, square and blunt as it was, went rigid with his displeasure. His pale eyes grew eerie. “Madame, you test my good nature. I do not want you servile. I am here on a mission. You are my quest. I have found you, and now you will do me the courtesy of appearing without further ado. This delay grows tiresome. We have much to say, more to plan.” He extended one hand toward the closet and waggled his fingers at her. “Come out, I say.”
Out, she had to go. With a huff and a shake of her skirts, she emerged into the golden candlelight of his presence.
She stood, toe to toe with him. But that was all that matched. Her breasts came to his ribcage. Her chin was level to his throat. Her gaze took in his mouth, generous and strong. His own eyes, in the fuller light now afforded her, could have sent her to her knees. How could a man possess such an erotic gaze of Nordic blue with long brown lashes so sweeping she could envy them herself?
“Yes,” he pronounced the word in a long low draw that had her sensing his bass voice down through her stomach to her loins, “I see one reason why Vaillancourt pursues you. T’is not simply your hair. The red does claim the eye, burn the mind. It is your demeanor.”
“Far from it!”
The fellow shot up a hand to make her pause. “You are rare.”
“Not at all.” How unique, she dare not say.
“I disagree. No freckles. No blemishes. No girlish whimsy. No frailty of bone or eye or gumption.” He grinned, broad and nigh unto evil in his praise of her.
Praise. Hunh. She would have no more of this. She spun to one side and strode toward his sideboard. “Have you whisky in that decanter?”
“I’m surprised you did not pour yourself a draught.”
She flashed him a withering gaze. “That would have been poor manners. Besides, I was not here long enough to sample it. I do gather you clocked how long I’ve been here.”
“Upstairs?” He fished his watch from his waistcoat pocket and noted the time with a swift dash of humor. “Eight minutes. Perhaps not long enough for your particular taste.”
She availed herself of the decanter and one earthen cup. A strong dose of spirits would be just what she needed to endure this inquisition. She downed it and the warmth sank through her limbs. With her cup empty but still in hand, she spread her skirts and sat upon the edge of his firm wide bed. The sumptuous fell off it had her spine easing. She smiled in relief but killed the expression for this man would not need to know how she desired the comfort of his bed. “Now that you have me, what do you propose to do with me?”
“I hoped you would readily see the value of my company.” He offered her a brilliant sample of his most pleasant bow.
“Fit for the Tuileries, you certainly are.” She lifted her cup in fake homage.
“I’m thrilled you see it that way,” he said with sarcasm. “But we both know you do not wish to return. Frankly, I don’t blame you. I have been there and I did not find the court’s questionable charms amusing.”
She snorted. “Touché. So then, regale me with your solution.”
“We travel together.” He said it with such finality that it left little room for her objections.
“You are presumptuous.”
With a theatrical sigh, he turned on his heel and claimed the only good chair in the room.“I am prudent.”
Whatever she might think, he would argue against. From his commanding position near the door, he watched her like a king on his throne. At his leisure, so easy in his skin, he ran his large blue eyes over her as if she were a diamond to regard, measure and seize. She was no man’s. But she tipped her head and said, “Do enlighten me.”
“You are in a precarious situation. A woman alone. Fleeing not merely one man, albeit one who is the second most capable of detaining anyone in the country, but eluding his entire cadre of underlings. You have limited resources. Money goes only so far for so long, then you must return home to Reims or to Paris to get more. Under disguise and in the dead of night, too. That carries dangers of discovery. Alternately, you could try to live France and go to the coast, Britain, or south to Spain or one of the Italian states. But they are far and require a long journey, perilous and hot. Going to one of the German duchies on the Rhine is not a good idea, either. They, after all, are beholden to Vienna.”
“Not for long, from what I hear.”
“Right you are. For once they are officially aligned with France, you cannot find succor there. Plus, one thing more.” He lifted a finger. “You do not speak any German.”
She sat taller. “You have done quite a bit of research about my background.”
He smiled. It was perfunctory. “I have.”
“So then you offer me your presence, your protection, and your funds. I am shocked, sir. Do you not offer me, as well, your prayers?”
“If you wish.” Humor warmed the cool self-confidence in his gaze.
“I have no need of them.”
“Because you are on the right side of your quest?”
She nodded.
He gave her the sharp regard of a predator about to attack prey. “Never in this country or in any other on this green earth, did being right assure one of victory.”
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September 10, 2024
Lord Ramsey is coming to town! September 26!
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Excerpt, LORD RAMSEY'S RED HEADED RUIN, Cerise Deland. 2024, All rights reserved. “It’s dangerous to stay here,” she complained, seeing his anger.Ramsey whirled on her, an arm out, anger in every growl. “Oui, madame! Dangerous! Because I can’t leave. Because you won’t go. Because the night is long and my temper short. Because I am a man who needs to go swimming in the river, and you”—he poked a finger at her—“cannot follow.”
She looked as if he’d struck her. “I… But… It’s night. Not safe.”
He spun away and back again, so quickly that she teetered on her feet.
He caught her arms and held her against him. Every sensuous muscle in her supple body rubbed against his. Damn his chivalry!
“This is not safe. This!” He crushed her against him. “And this!” He jammed one hand up into the thick curls of her hair. “And this,” he whispered against her lush lips, brushing them with the most innocent kiss and prying them open to explore all of her with his tongue.
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August 29, 2024
Every spy has an assignment, a secret...and a woman he dare not love!
First 4 in this fabulous romantic suspense series!To every spy comes an assignment he cannot refuse, a secret he cannot escape and a woman he dare not adore.
SCARLETT AFFAIRS weave the tales of those who struggle to end the menace of Bonaparte—and who vow to save the love they cannot live without!
Napoleon overruns Europe—and creates chaos for millions.
Scarlett Hawthorne runs her London-based trading company her father established on the Continent two decades ago. But her profits suffer since a little Corsican general has shot to power in France. Using her ties to royalty, business and military leaders everywhere, she vows to rid the world of Bonaparte—and employ her own agents as spies for the Crown.
But her agents are not only ruthless men but brilliant, beautiful women. All are poison to their enemies and nectar to their lovers. Each year around the globe, at every new turn by the wily French leader, Scarlett’s agents foil the man’s attempts to rule the world.
Each agent bears one loyalty—to the British Crown. Each swears two vows: to rid the world of Bonaparte and never to fall in love.
Scarlett knows that a good man may be hard to find. But the woman who helps him succeed is irresistible.
USA TODAY Bestselling author Cerise DeLand creates a series of spicy historical romances focused on her inimitable combination of eloquence, accurate historical detail—and actual events and unsolved mysteries of the years when Napoleon became the scourge of Europe and the world.
But her agents are not only ruthless men but brilliant, beautiful women.
All are poison to their enemies and nectar to their lovers.
Be sure to read the first four in this 5 STAR rated series of romantic suspense!
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August 28, 2024
Lord Ramsey's Red-Headed Ruin debuts September 26!
I hope you will order it now that it is on pre-order. Remember it is only 99 cents,
but the price increases the day of debut!
Here in Ruin you read the companion novel to ALIBI!
I hope you enjoy them both!
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March 28, 2024
An informative and delightful review for LORD ASHLEY'S BEAUTIFUL ALIBI!
https://books2read.com/u/mdPpVdI am so thrilled at this review for ALIBI!!!
I do hope you will take a few minutes to read it. It is informative. So you know what you're getting! In ALIBI, all of that.
It gives you insight into the characters. So you know if you are about to read 'enemies to lovers' or 'suspense' or 'spicy'. ALIBI has it all!
It reveals what makes this Regency romance stand out from many others. So you know you are about to read a great romance between two people who are suited for each other—and you are about to understand what happened on the Continent in the years Bonaparte dominated the world order.
This is N.N. Light's review of ALIBI:
https://www.nnlightsbookheaven.com/post/lord-ashley-s-beautiful-alibi-br
