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wattpad:via Ode to Reading

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via Ode to Reading

"This was one fantastic read! A really fascinating story which I couldn’t put down, so this is..."

““This was one fantastic read! A really fascinating story which I couldn’t put down, so this is easily a 5 stars.””

- Goodreads reviewer, Cora Linn: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...

"No one is useless in this world … who lightens the burden of it for any one else."

“No one is useless in this world … who lightens the burden of it for any one else.”

- Charles Dickens “Our Mutual Friend” (Hannah’s favourite author)

The Killer Mobile Device for Victorian Women

The Killer Mobile Device for Victorian Women:

“I adore chatelaines! No lady should be without one, preferably in gold but silver will suffice if gold cannot be afforded.” ~ Sylvia

What is chatelaine? It’s a fashion accessory that began as a functional item. Housekeepers in grand households used to wear long chains around their waist with important items attached to hooks, usually keys to the pantry etc, but also sewing kits. Towards the end of the Victorian era, they became a decorative fashion accessory. Some of the more interesting items attached to a chatelaine were pocket knives, magnifying glasses, teeny notebooks, perfume bottles and mirrors.

That Girl Reads: Author Guest Post: C.J. Archer

That Girl Reads: Author Guest Post: C.J. Archer:

“Snow White - A pretty, rich princess who runs away from her problems and keeps house for 7 vertically challenged men. She gets tricked into eating a poison apple then falls asleep only to be woken up by a man with great hair and a large fortune who just happened to be wandering past her glass coffin. Not only did she sleep through the part where her tormentor gets her come-uppance, Snow allowed a complete stranger to kiss her. He could have been anybody!”

The Victorian sisters who haunt Central Park

The Victorian sisters who haunt Central Park:

From Hannah:

Doesn’t everybody love a good ghost story? (Except perhaps Sylvia, with her tightly wound nerves). There is so much to like about this one too. Elderly spinster sisters still together even in the afterlife, lovely bustle dresses, and ice skating. I’ve not yet been ice skating although I’m hoping the Frakingham House lake will freeze over this winter and I’ll get to experience it.

http://The Wrong Girl book is now available.

http://The Wrong Girl book is now available.:

http://The Wrong Girl book is now available.

The link will take you to Amazon. The Wrong Girl is also available at iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, and is coming soon to Barnes and Noble.

Another teaser from The Wrong Girl: In Which Sylvia Explains About Langley (sort of)

“Let’s get you ready.” Sylvia spun me around and scanned me from head to toe. “These clothes are so drab. They won’t do. Uncle August expects women of your status to dress accordingly. He likes order, you see.” Her nimble fingers unbuttoned my jacket. “Servants ought to dress like servants, shopkeepers like shopkeepers and ladies like ladies. I’m surprised your father doesn’t too. I’d have thought an earl would be more of a stickler for these things than Uncle.”

“Who knows what Lord Wade thinks,” I muttered as I allowed her to take off my jacket. There was no point in arguing with her, either about who my father may or may not be or about what I should wear to meet her uncle.

The prospect of meeting him filled me with foreboding. What sort of man inspired a nice girl like Sylvia to fumble nervously with the hooks and eyes on my dress? What sort of man had his niece and nephew kidnap for him?

Teaser from The Wrong Girl: In which Hannah gives Jack what he deserves

Here’s a little teaser from the 2nd chapter of The Wrong Girl. Hannah has just arrived at “Freak” House after a turbulent carriage ride during which she threw up into a reticule (an old fashioned handbag/purse):

The carriage door opened and, because I was leaning on it, I tumbled out without an ounce of grace. I managed to hang onto the reticule as strong hands caught me by the upper arms, saving me from a muddy puddle. It had stopped raining, but the ground was drenched. 

“Thank you.” I looked up, straight into the green eyes of the new Windamere gardener. “You!”

He let go, but not before I noticed how warm his hands were, even through my sleeves. “My apologies,” he said. “I feel terrible about what happened, but it was necessary. Or so I was I told.” This last he muttered under his breath, but it didn’t disguise his voice, so deep and rumbling. I remembered how it had vibrated through me when he’d grabbed me outside the woodsman’s cottage. It must have been he who’d captured me and held that God-awful cloth to my nose. “Are you all right?” he asked. “No lasting effects from the ether?”

“None at all.” I held out the reticule full of vomit. “Would you mind carrying my luggage?”

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