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November 7, 2013
Character Interviews from The Virgin Madam - New Release by Shiloh Sadler
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Welcome Shiloh,
It’s lovely of you to drop by and bring Joe and Laura with you today. Help yourselves to coffee, draw up a chair, grab some chocolate and come and have a chat.
I absolutely love your cover art in that wonderful atmospheric sepia.
I hope you don’t mind, but I have some questions to ask, and I’m going to jump right in and start with Joe
Joe is an odd name for a girl. Why do people call you that?
My full name is Josephine Bascum. I’ve been called Joe since I was old enough to sit a horse. My papa wanted a boy.
Wouldn’t you just love to be able to dress up in those can-can clothes?
I’d look mighty funny, don’t you think? I don’t have the build it requires.
How would you describe yourself?
I’m a tomboy. A little rough around the edges, but I’m a person you can count on. What is your biggest flaw?
I’m stubborn. Being bull-headed runs in the family.
Can you tell me how long you have been on the run for?
I guess it has only been a month, but some days it feels like a year. You don’t get restful sleep when you have one eye open.
Laura, my dear, can I top up your coffee, more chocolate? Tell me, how tough has it been to keep this place going?
Each day is like the next. I’ve been in this
Do you consider yourself brave?
Yes, and no. Yes, because anyone who lives in Bitterroot Flats, a town run by outlaws, has to be brave or foolish enough to ignore the danger. Mainly though I try to keep my head down and make it through each day without too much trouble.
Do you like living in Bitterroot Flats, California?
I hate living in Bitterroot Flats! It was Mama’s dream to move to California and start a farm, but on the way here she took sick and died. Papa gave into his vice and opened a brothel instead. Since then I’ve felt trapped here in the dusty, desert town.
Why don’t you just leave Bitterroot Flats then?
I’ve asked myself the same question hundreds of times. I don’t have anywhere else to go though. With the Fletcher Gang taking half my profits each week for the privilege of doing business in this town I don’t have much of a stake to start over somewhere else.
Why do people call you the virgin madam?
That’s a joke Amanda started after I inherited the brothel. I’m twenty years old and definitely of marrying age. The town has mostly men so one would naturally think I should snag me one. At least for a night. But I’m not interested in any of them.
Thank you so much for dropping by, Shiloh, can you tell me a little about your book?
Blurb:
After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night...at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.
Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.
When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?
Buy Links:
Decadent Publishing: http://bit.ly/1fhm3Jj
Amazon: http: http://amzn.to/186dWtS
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/18W9L3n
ARe: http://bit.ly/1a5EyOI
Author Bio:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
Social Media Links:
History in the Hot Lane Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShilohSaddlerFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiloh.saddler?fref=ts
November 3, 2013
FLIGHT OF HER LIFE - DUE FOR RELEASE 25th NOVEMBER 2013
A Little Pre-Christmas Treatthe new art cover for myChristmas Romantic Comedy
October 29, 2013
Guest - Allyson Lindt - Conflict of Interest
I'd like to welcome my fellow author, the very talented Ms Allyson Lindt - take it away. 
It's that time of year. Time to dress up, visit friends, and share tricks and treats. So in the spirit of how we celebrate Halloween, I'm visiting all sorts of blogs this week, in costume, as my characters, and they're talking about how they feel about the holiday. They're writing the posts, and I'm giving away the treats. No tricks. And to one random commenter on today's post, I'm giving away a copy of Diane's book, Loving Lydia (Diane didn't know this until she read my post, so, *surprise*, Diane!)Riley (Toeing the Line)I get to say whatever I want here? Serious? Can I draw a picture? I'd rather draw a picture to show how I feel about Halloween. And there would be a couple of sexy guys, and it's possible they wouldn't be wearing anything... Possible. But apparently, I have to talk instead. Oh well, win some, lose some. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Riley, and I have an identical twin sister. And I can tell you, Kenzie and I dealt with all the stereotypical responses growing up. And while we don't have a lot in common, neither one of us likes hearing a guy say "Twins? That's so hawt." So that's why I always embraced Halloween. The rest of the year, if I said "I don't want to took like Kenzie," people wanted to know why. But that one day a year it was all right to be someone other than my sister's twin. You'd better believe I took full advantage of it. So tell me, am I the only one who likes shedding their image for a day and just living as themselves for once? * Don't forget to visit me all week long, for a chance to meet my characters, and I'm giving away a different book every day, with a grand prize $15 gift card and a copies of my books Unconventional Fling, Conflict of Interest, and Toeing the Line at the end of the week to one commenter across all the blogs (you can earn an entry for each site you visit) October 28: Gemini Girls http://www.geminigirls.comOctober 29: Shiloh Saddler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/October 30: Diane Saxon http://dianesaxon.blogspot.com/October 31: Eva Lefoy http://writery.wordpress.com/
BlurbRiley tends to fall hard and fast for the guys she dates, and it never ends with the wedding bells she expects. Tired of the heartbreak and unsure if she even knows what love is, she swears off unreliable things like dating and trying to find that elusive happily-ever-after spark. Focusing on her art seems like the perfect distraction, except she’s missing the physical side of being half a couple. Fortunately, her best friend, Zane, is happy to model for her drawings and tie her up in the bedroom with no expectations. Zane’s granddad raised him with the belief that people who bring joy to the world should be protected at all costs. For Zane, his best friend Riley is one of those people, and he definitely doesn't mind when making her happy involves helping her pursue her creative dream and some sport sex with a hint of kink. They can have fun, and he can keep her from falling for the next idiot who comes along while she searches for her Prince Charming. Regardless of her resolution, as things heat up between them, Riley finds herself falling again. She needs to decide if she’s in love with the idea of being in love, or if—despite Zane’s insistence that she deserves someone better—what she feels for him is the real thing. If she can’t learn to trust her heart and convince Zane he’s exactly what she needs, it will obliterate a lifelong friendship. Buy Toeing the Line: Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/toeing-the-line-p820.php Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EN8QAMM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EN8QAMM&linkCode=as2&tag=itsalwabothej-20 ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toeingtheline-1269561-149.html Find Allyson Online Website: http://allysonlindt.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AllysonLindt Twitter: https://twitter.com/AllysonLindt Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7024176.Allyson_Lindt Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/allysonlindt 
About Allyson Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack, and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.
It's that time of year. Time to dress up, visit friends, and share tricks and treats. So in the spirit of how we celebrate Halloween, I'm visiting all sorts of blogs this week, in costume, as my characters, and they're talking about how they feel about the holiday. They're writing the posts, and I'm giving away the treats. No tricks. And to one random commenter on today's post, I'm giving away a copy of Diane's book, Loving Lydia (Diane didn't know this until she read my post, so, *surprise*, Diane!)Riley (Toeing the Line)I get to say whatever I want here? Serious? Can I draw a picture? I'd rather draw a picture to show how I feel about Halloween. And there would be a couple of sexy guys, and it's possible they wouldn't be wearing anything... Possible. But apparently, I have to talk instead. Oh well, win some, lose some. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Riley, and I have an identical twin sister. And I can tell you, Kenzie and I dealt with all the stereotypical responses growing up. And while we don't have a lot in common, neither one of us likes hearing a guy say "Twins? That's so hawt." So that's why I always embraced Halloween. The rest of the year, if I said "I don't want to took like Kenzie," people wanted to know why. But that one day a year it was all right to be someone other than my sister's twin. You'd better believe I took full advantage of it. So tell me, am I the only one who likes shedding their image for a day and just living as themselves for once? * Don't forget to visit me all week long, for a chance to meet my characters, and I'm giving away a different book every day, with a grand prize $15 gift card and a copies of my books Unconventional Fling, Conflict of Interest, and Toeing the Line at the end of the week to one commenter across all the blogs (you can earn an entry for each site you visit) October 28: Gemini Girls http://www.geminigirls.comOctober 29: Shiloh Saddler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/October 30: Diane Saxon http://dianesaxon.blogspot.com/October 31: Eva Lefoy http://writery.wordpress.com/
BlurbRiley tends to fall hard and fast for the guys she dates, and it never ends with the wedding bells she expects. Tired of the heartbreak and unsure if she even knows what love is, she swears off unreliable things like dating and trying to find that elusive happily-ever-after spark. Focusing on her art seems like the perfect distraction, except she’s missing the physical side of being half a couple. Fortunately, her best friend, Zane, is happy to model for her drawings and tie her up in the bedroom with no expectations. Zane’s granddad raised him with the belief that people who bring joy to the world should be protected at all costs. For Zane, his best friend Riley is one of those people, and he definitely doesn't mind when making her happy involves helping her pursue her creative dream and some sport sex with a hint of kink. They can have fun, and he can keep her from falling for the next idiot who comes along while she searches for her Prince Charming. Regardless of her resolution, as things heat up between them, Riley finds herself falling again. She needs to decide if she’s in love with the idea of being in love, or if—despite Zane’s insistence that she deserves someone better—what she feels for him is the real thing. If she can’t learn to trust her heart and convince Zane he’s exactly what she needs, it will obliterate a lifelong friendship. Buy Toeing the Line: Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/toeing-the-line-p820.php Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EN8QAMM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EN8QAMM&linkCode=as2&tag=itsalwabothej-20 ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toeingtheline-1269561-149.html Find Allyson Online Website: http://allysonlindt.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AllysonLindt Twitter: https://twitter.com/AllysonLindt Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7024176.Allyson_Lindt Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/allysonlindt 
About Allyson Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack, and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.
October 14, 2013
I've Been Tagged
I was tagged for this blogspot by the lovely Kimber Vale and appreciate the opportunity to join in the fun.
You can find her post here : http://kimbervale.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/i-got-tagged-hard/
The idea is I answer some questions - oh dear. Not being one to be pinned down, this may get a little sticky, but here goes.
What are you working on right now?
Hah, well. For anyone who has followed me on twitter you may know that I have just completed a challenge with fellow authors Eva Lefoy and Allyson Lindt. When I say completed, I am currently re-hashing some (I think they term that as editing) and hopefully will be sending it off by the end of this week. It is a skew from my normal genre, but really, when I read it back, I haven't lost my core story. It's still romance and it still has a Happy Ever After.
My other WIP, which I had to push to one side for a short while to complete the challenge is now coming along nicely. Book 4 of my Atlantic Divide series. If you've read Finding Zoe, you'll know who my next hero is. If not ... sshhh I'm not going to tell. But he's about to meet a woman who is nowhere near his match. In fact, the poor man is going to be left wondering which way to turn as my quixotic heroine has more facets than a diamond.
How does it differ from other works in its genre?
The Atlantic Divide series is contemporary romance, but since Loving Lydia, where I introduced children and inadvertently there were everyday funny moments, it seems that I was destined to use humour. I can't see why not, after all I spend most of my time laughing at quirky things, so why wouldn't it creep into my books. They are not comedy, simply real life.
Why do you write what you do?
Romance ..? I've read romance forever. I remember picking up a Wilbur Smith book (When the Lion Feeds) when I was 14 and my dad asking my mum if I was too young to read it. She told him if I was I would put it down again. I never did and I have read every single book he has written and am normally waiting for the next one. I've spent a long time waiting in the car outside dance schools and gym classes and swimming pools with a book in my hand. But, it's only recently it occurred to me that I should be writing my own stories down. Just think how many books I would have by now if I'd spent that time writing. But think also of the amount of pleasure I have had reading romance and learning the craft through these books, through all the different authors I have read and the genres that I have enjoyed.
I currently write contemporary romance, I've dipped my toes into the water with a little bit of sci-fi and I have a lovely paranormal mulling away in my grey matter. There's a really gritty thriller there too. How does your writing process work?
I think I may have answered this one before. Basically a strong character comes into my head, he or she starts to demand my attention. I mull. I dream. I mull some more. Walk the dog. Sit. Write entire storyline - start to finish. Then I start to layer it. Other scenes may work their way in and there you go. I believe I may be referred to as a panster. But in my mind, everything is in order.
Finding Zoe is the third book in my Atlantic Divide Series and was only released on 30th September.
And now for my selection of tagsters
I choose :
Eva Lefoy http://writery.wordpress.com/
Shiloh Sadler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.co.uk
Allyson Lindt http://www.allysonlindt.co/
You can find her post here : http://kimbervale.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/i-got-tagged-hard/
The idea is I answer some questions - oh dear. Not being one to be pinned down, this may get a little sticky, but here goes.
What are you working on right now?
Hah, well. For anyone who has followed me on twitter you may know that I have just completed a challenge with fellow authors Eva Lefoy and Allyson Lindt. When I say completed, I am currently re-hashing some (I think they term that as editing) and hopefully will be sending it off by the end of this week. It is a skew from my normal genre, but really, when I read it back, I haven't lost my core story. It's still romance and it still has a Happy Ever After.
My other WIP, which I had to push to one side for a short while to complete the challenge is now coming along nicely. Book 4 of my Atlantic Divide series. If you've read Finding Zoe, you'll know who my next hero is. If not ... sshhh I'm not going to tell. But he's about to meet a woman who is nowhere near his match. In fact, the poor man is going to be left wondering which way to turn as my quixotic heroine has more facets than a diamond.
How does it differ from other works in its genre?
The Atlantic Divide series is contemporary romance, but since Loving Lydia, where I introduced children and inadvertently there were everyday funny moments, it seems that I was destined to use humour. I can't see why not, after all I spend most of my time laughing at quirky things, so why wouldn't it creep into my books. They are not comedy, simply real life.
Why do you write what you do?
Romance ..? I've read romance forever. I remember picking up a Wilbur Smith book (When the Lion Feeds) when I was 14 and my dad asking my mum if I was too young to read it. She told him if I was I would put it down again. I never did and I have read every single book he has written and am normally waiting for the next one. I've spent a long time waiting in the car outside dance schools and gym classes and swimming pools with a book in my hand. But, it's only recently it occurred to me that I should be writing my own stories down. Just think how many books I would have by now if I'd spent that time writing. But think also of the amount of pleasure I have had reading romance and learning the craft through these books, through all the different authors I have read and the genres that I have enjoyed.
I currently write contemporary romance, I've dipped my toes into the water with a little bit of sci-fi and I have a lovely paranormal mulling away in my grey matter. There's a really gritty thriller there too. How does your writing process work?
I think I may have answered this one before. Basically a strong character comes into my head, he or she starts to demand my attention. I mull. I dream. I mull some more. Walk the dog. Sit. Write entire storyline - start to finish. Then I start to layer it. Other scenes may work their way in and there you go. I believe I may be referred to as a panster. But in my mind, everything is in order.
Finding Zoe is the third book in my Atlantic Divide Series and was only released on 30th September.
And now for my selection of tagsters
I choose :
Eva Lefoy http://writery.wordpress.com/
Shiloh Sadler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.co.uk
Allyson Lindt http://www.allysonlindt.co/
October 2, 2013
The Series Expands - Atlantic Divide
With the release of my newest book in the Atlantic Divide Series, Finding Zoe, I thought I might take some time to sit back, reflect and have a little downtime. Then I realized there's no chance of downtime.
Flight of Her Life, my new romantic comedy will be released in November and I have just finished a humorous Sci-Fi which is currently being critiqued by my fellow authors Eva Lefoy and Allyson Lindt, not forgetting our faithful supporter Heather Hand. And I, in turn am critiquing their books - this is a first for me. And Flynn is calling ... Book 4
But reflect I will, if it gets me out of the housework.
I fell in love with my hero in FINDING ZOE when I met him in my first book, which remains unpublished. Mac was larger than life, funny and human and when he stepped into Bill's story, I knew he was going to gently insist on one of his own.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDvLiquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/1fBVylsAmazon.com http://amzn.to/1blakaPAmazon UK http://amzn.to/15EXvne
BAD GIRL BILL, Book 2, which was only released in July features the infamous Bill, Mac's younger sister. With a potty mouth and a serious attitude, she swaggered her way into a story and demanded the limelight. When I received the artwork for this book, I had a serious, "wow, did the artist get inside my head?" moment.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDv Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/13i3pgqAmazon UK http://amzn.to/16gmsJtAmazon.com http://amzn.to/1aKkGQG
LOVING LYDIA, Book 1 of the serious has to hold a special place in my heart. Sam, my hero, was so strong and yet so gently persistent that when he weaved the story for me, I had no choice in the direction he took me. He introduced the humour, which I had not anticipated and I have him to thank in bringing that out in me.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDv
Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/17rrkvq
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/15KHhck
Amazon.com http://amzn.to/1dVF9UF
Flight of Her Life, my new romantic comedy will be released in November and I have just finished a humorous Sci-Fi which is currently being critiqued by my fellow authors Eva Lefoy and Allyson Lindt, not forgetting our faithful supporter Heather Hand. And I, in turn am critiquing their books - this is a first for me. And Flynn is calling ... Book 4
But reflect I will, if it gets me out of the housework.
I fell in love with my hero in FINDING ZOE when I met him in my first book, which remains unpublished. Mac was larger than life, funny and human and when he stepped into Bill's story, I knew he was going to gently insist on one of his own.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDvLiquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/1fBVylsAmazon.com http://amzn.to/1blakaPAmazon UK http://amzn.to/15EXvne
BAD GIRL BILL, Book 2, which was only released in July features the infamous Bill, Mac's younger sister. With a potty mouth and a serious attitude, she swaggered her way into a story and demanded the limelight. When I received the artwork for this book, I had a serious, "wow, did the artist get inside my head?" moment.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDv Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/13i3pgqAmazon UK http://amzn.to/16gmsJtAmazon.com http://amzn.to/1aKkGQG
LOVING LYDIA, Book 1 of the serious has to hold a special place in my heart. Sam, my hero, was so strong and yet so gently persistent that when he weaved the story for me, I had no choice in the direction he took me. He introduced the humour, which I had not anticipated and I have him to thank in bringing that out in me.
Diane Saxon Buy the Books http://bit.ly/164ccDv
Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/17rrkvq
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/15KHhck
Amazon.com http://amzn.to/1dVF9UF
September 30, 2013
A Gentleman's Folly - Daisy Banks
Daisy,
Welcome to my Blogspot and congratulations on your new release, which incidentally coincides with the release of my own Atlantic Divide Series, Book 3, Finding Zoe.
I'm delighted to have you here and would love to hear about what you've been up to and hope you will give us a little teaser from your book, which from the cover holds the promise of being absolutely delicious.
I have just finished my 30 days with Daisy blog posts on my word press blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com Phew, my goodness some days I struggled. Finding time to write the posts, research information and find the images of the era I wanted to show people, proved hard. I am happy that so many people enjoyed the blogs, came and commented and even, bless them, asked me for more information. The upshot of their requests has lead me to do some work on Pinterest to find more images relevant to the story. I’ll be telling people more about that on my blog in the next week or so.At the beginning of the 30 day project I wasn’t sure if I’d manage to do it, blogging every day was something I’d never imagined myself doing. I’m glad now that I made the decision to go ahead with it. I have new friends because of it and more visitors to my blog. I’ve also had the opportunity to learn new things to improve my blogs and my work.Every story I have so far written has gifted me something with its creation and I’m grateful to the characters for those gifts. My new book A Gentleman’s Folly published yesterday by Liquid Silver Books, has offered me so many opportunities to grow as an author I can’t list them all as it would make this post too long. As ever my hope is that readers will enjoy the story.
Blurb
Charles Leverret falls in love with his hired wife who helps him gain his inheritance. Katherine, his bride in name only, is his perfect match. Betrayed by a trusted lawyer who withholds Katherine’s promised fee, Charles struggles against evil and misfortune to persuade his stubborn bride his love is real.
Excerpt
Mr. Leverret. A marriage, even of convenience, would be impossible. Our ways and worlds are far too different.”“I disagree. I’ll marry you, madam, as was my intent. The world will know you as my bride. I’ll provide amply for your confinement and offer you the education of your child as recompense for your time.”The proposition was generous up to a point. She swallowed hard, and in an effort to gain time to think, she fumbled in her pocket for her scented vinaigrette. “And for myself, Mr. Leverret?”His expression hardened, his dark eyebrows drew together, and his eyes narrowed like his lips. “I’ll give you two percent of my fortune in coin.”If she agreed at once, he’d think her weak. And, though, in truth, the changes in her body from the child within had made her tearful and unlike herself for days, she had to prove she’d be able to manage him if she needed to, for if she couldn’t, her life might become a misery. She shook her head. “If I agree to wed you, I must give up my life in Town, which means a great deal to me. I’ll do so for twenty percent and no less.”His eyes narrowed farther, dark lashes entwined. “Five percent, no more.”She turned from him and snapped open her fan. “Mr. Leverret, I think you’ve been toying with me this morning. Though, in truth, some need of a woman such as I must drive you to haggle so. I will have twenty percent of your inheritance in return for the price of my name in Town.”“Do you have any fame in Town, Miss Bescell?”“Should you care to seek, sir, you will discover I am a virtuous lady with an unblemished reputation. My activities here are known to the most select few. Every member of the monastery is sworn to a secrecy they would never give up. Therefore, if I become your wife in the eyes of the world, I expect to be paid. Where else today, this week, this month or next, will you find such a suitable candidate for your country estate? Twenty percent.” She plied her fan relentlessly, but her toes curled in her shoes.His mouth firmed into a straight line, and a chilling coolness stole into his gaze. “My last offer, ten percent and not a farthing more.”She swallowed, clenching the hand she dug in her pocket until the nails scoured her palm. “I agree, Mr. Leverret. I will marry you as soon as you wish.” Her laces creaked with her deep breath. Black dots danced before her eyes, and she stumbled back.He grasped her firmly about the waist to stop her fall. With a nonchalant ease, he lifted her and strode to a nearby bench, where he placed her. “There, Miss Bescell, you may now fortuitously recover your wits.”The sunlight dizzied her further, so flowers, tall grasses, and his form shimmered and blurred together. Gods help her, she’d sealed her fate.“I’ll go and see Sir Francis and get him to send a woman to you. I’ll give him details of the arrangements for our wedding.” He bent toward her and touched under her chin, forcing her to gaze up into brilliant noon sunshine. “And, madam, I’ll see you at church next Friday morn.”
Links
Blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Website http://daisybanksnovels.yolasite.com/
Twitter https://twitter.com/daisybanks12
To buy the Books
Liquid Silver Books http://www.lsbooks.com/a-gentlemans-folly-p834.php
Amazon.com http://amzn.to/1boCIJf
Amazon UK http://amzn.to/15G3kpW
Welcome to my Blogspot and congratulations on your new release, which incidentally coincides with the release of my own Atlantic Divide Series, Book 3, Finding Zoe.
I'm delighted to have you here and would love to hear about what you've been up to and hope you will give us a little teaser from your book, which from the cover holds the promise of being absolutely delicious.
I have just finished my 30 days with Daisy blog posts on my word press blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com Phew, my goodness some days I struggled. Finding time to write the posts, research information and find the images of the era I wanted to show people, proved hard. I am happy that so many people enjoyed the blogs, came and commented and even, bless them, asked me for more information. The upshot of their requests has lead me to do some work on Pinterest to find more images relevant to the story. I’ll be telling people more about that on my blog in the next week or so.At the beginning of the 30 day project I wasn’t sure if I’d manage to do it, blogging every day was something I’d never imagined myself doing. I’m glad now that I made the decision to go ahead with it. I have new friends because of it and more visitors to my blog. I’ve also had the opportunity to learn new things to improve my blogs and my work.Every story I have so far written has gifted me something with its creation and I’m grateful to the characters for those gifts. My new book A Gentleman’s Folly published yesterday by Liquid Silver Books, has offered me so many opportunities to grow as an author I can’t list them all as it would make this post too long. As ever my hope is that readers will enjoy the story.
Blurb
Charles Leverret falls in love with his hired wife who helps him gain his inheritance. Katherine, his bride in name only, is his perfect match. Betrayed by a trusted lawyer who withholds Katherine’s promised fee, Charles struggles against evil and misfortune to persuade his stubborn bride his love is real.
Excerpt
Mr. Leverret. A marriage, even of convenience, would be impossible. Our ways and worlds are far too different.”“I disagree. I’ll marry you, madam, as was my intent. The world will know you as my bride. I’ll provide amply for your confinement and offer you the education of your child as recompense for your time.”The proposition was generous up to a point. She swallowed hard, and in an effort to gain time to think, she fumbled in her pocket for her scented vinaigrette. “And for myself, Mr. Leverret?”His expression hardened, his dark eyebrows drew together, and his eyes narrowed like his lips. “I’ll give you two percent of my fortune in coin.”If she agreed at once, he’d think her weak. And, though, in truth, the changes in her body from the child within had made her tearful and unlike herself for days, she had to prove she’d be able to manage him if she needed to, for if she couldn’t, her life might become a misery. She shook her head. “If I agree to wed you, I must give up my life in Town, which means a great deal to me. I’ll do so for twenty percent and no less.”His eyes narrowed farther, dark lashes entwined. “Five percent, no more.”She turned from him and snapped open her fan. “Mr. Leverret, I think you’ve been toying with me this morning. Though, in truth, some need of a woman such as I must drive you to haggle so. I will have twenty percent of your inheritance in return for the price of my name in Town.”“Do you have any fame in Town, Miss Bescell?”“Should you care to seek, sir, you will discover I am a virtuous lady with an unblemished reputation. My activities here are known to the most select few. Every member of the monastery is sworn to a secrecy they would never give up. Therefore, if I become your wife in the eyes of the world, I expect to be paid. Where else today, this week, this month or next, will you find such a suitable candidate for your country estate? Twenty percent.” She plied her fan relentlessly, but her toes curled in her shoes.His mouth firmed into a straight line, and a chilling coolness stole into his gaze. “My last offer, ten percent and not a farthing more.”She swallowed, clenching the hand she dug in her pocket until the nails scoured her palm. “I agree, Mr. Leverret. I will marry you as soon as you wish.” Her laces creaked with her deep breath. Black dots danced before her eyes, and she stumbled back.He grasped her firmly about the waist to stop her fall. With a nonchalant ease, he lifted her and strode to a nearby bench, where he placed her. “There, Miss Bescell, you may now fortuitously recover your wits.”The sunlight dizzied her further, so flowers, tall grasses, and his form shimmered and blurred together. Gods help her, she’d sealed her fate.“I’ll go and see Sir Francis and get him to send a woman to you. I’ll give him details of the arrangements for our wedding.” He bent toward her and touched under her chin, forcing her to gaze up into brilliant noon sunshine. “And, madam, I’ll see you at church next Friday morn.”
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September 28, 2013
Atlantic Divide Book 3 - Finding Zoe
With the release of my third book this year, Finding Zoe, I look back in amazement at how much has happened to me in the intervening months since I sent my first manuscript off in January. All of it fabulous.
My fourth book, Flynn's Kiss is well under way, but Flynn has been hugely obliging by taking a backseat for now while I complete my 15,000 word short story challenge between fellow Liquid Silver authors, Allyson Lindt and Eva Lefoy. The challenge ends on today, which incidentally coincides with the release of Finding Zoe.
Blurb
Returning to England after eleven years, Cormack Blunt stumbles across the woman who he thought was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten. And he realizes that the sweet young girl he once knew has managed to keep a secret from him.
Zoe Chance can’t believe that the young man she loved eleven years before, now a famous movie star and action hero, has turned up out of the blue and wants answers. Not only that, he wants her son too.
Forced to confront him, she realizes that it isn’t a fight to keep her son that causes the problem but the fight to keep her own heart.
Excerpt
Stepping out of the car, he walked around the hood to lean his arms on the gate and stare into the distance. The gamekeeper’s cottage, with its three bedrooms and a little jetty extending out into the small lake, looked as though it had also fallen on good times. It had been empty before. Curious to get a closer look, he opened the gate and walked through. The dirt track was dry in the heat of the summer sun, and dust kicked up as he walked. Roses ran riot in deep pink and white over the outside of the cottage. Cute, typically English. The door stood open. Reluctant to intrude but just as reluctant to withdraw, he hesitated and peered into the kitchen to find it empty. His gaze scanned down to the all too familiar jetty. And there she was. As though it were yesterday. He tilted his head to one side. It couldn’t be. Her vibrant red hair shimmered in the bright sunlight. Believing he was dreaming, he took a few steps closer, paused. She reclined, languid, her back against the end post of the jetty, legs outstretched, face turned up to the heavens, eyes closed. Convinced now he must be hallucinating, his attention wandered to the one item unfamiliar to his memory. A glass of white wine was placed by her side, her fingers curled around the stem. His heart lurched as he narrowed his eyes and stared. He knew it was his imagination. She’d moved years ago, and in any case, she looked exactly the same; she’d never aged. Mystified, he walked toward her. As he stepped onto the jetty, it protested at his weight with a loud, shuddering groan. Her eyes shot open, her head whipped around, shock streaked across her face, and her body jerked and floundered. With a shriek and a loud splash, the object of his imagination fell off the edge of the jetty and disappeared beneath the surface of the clear blue water. “Shit.” Pulse racing, legs pumping, he ran down to the end of the jetty, flung himself to his knees as her drenched, dark auburn hair bobbed to the surface. He grabbed it and hauled her up as she howled in pain. “Let go, you flaming maniac.” Shocked at the sound of her familiar voice and the realization he wasn’t dreaming, he dropped her and watched, fascinated, as she sank under the water once more. It was her. The bitch. Spluttering, she surfaced, cursing. “You raving lunatic. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Red strands of hair plastered her pale, porcelain features. She sucked in her breath and launched herself up onto the jetty. Heart stunned, he watched, frozen, as she struggled to haul herself up and over the side of the wooden planks. Eventually, she lay flopping like a seal, rasping air in through her lungs. “I thought you moved.” It was the only thing he could think to say through the torrent of raging emotions, whirling between confused disbelief and burgeoning fury. Breath rattled past the water in her throat. “I did, you moron.” She lay on her back in front of him, panting in fresh air, and looking like a goddamned teenager. Grinding his teeth at the unfairness of it all, his voice pushed its way past the stranglehold of his throat. “I tried to find you.” There was a long silence, just the sound of her labored breathing. “You didn’t try very hard.” “You sold your house and left. It was empty. I checked myself. There was no furniture. There was a ‘sold’ sign.” He couldn’t hold back the accusation as he felt the bitterness rise up, threatening to consume him. She pushed her sodden, dark red hair out of her face and lay motionless with her eyes closed, her chest heaving. “Mac. It was eleven years ago. What are you doing here now?” She sounded weary. “You moved.” He couldn’t help the sullenness in his voice. She had catapulted him back to being a young man again. “Yes. Yes, we moved. My mother died, we moved. We sold the big house, kept this one. I went to university.” She sat up abruptly, impatience and annoyance vibrating from her. Her huge green-gold eyes met his and whipped his breath away. He wondered if he clutched his chest and started to wheeze if she would do anything to help him. From the cold, distant look in her eyes, he couldn’t imagine her calling for an ambulance. She would more than likely shove him in the pond and leave him to drown. “What did you want?” She lifted a sleek, wine-colored eyebrow and gazed back at him, cool and superior despite her dripping wet state. How the hell she managed to make him feel awkward, he had no idea, but the woman had always been able to make him feel emotions he never had with others. “I always wondered what had happened to you. I was curious.” “So…what? You came all the way from America? Just to check on me? After eleven years?” It quite pleased him she at least remembered how long it had been. He became distracted by the sight of her soaking wet yellow T-shirt. Transparent, it hugged her body, clung to her curves. He could see the outline of her bra and thought what a shame she was wearing one. She never used to. He glanced down at her slender feet with pretty pink polish on her nails. A familiar warmth spread down his belly into his groin as he remembered kissing those toes. Distracted by the ever-widening puddle surrounding her, he allowed his gaze to track farther up. Her saturated white pedal pushers clung, see-through and obscenely well, to her legs, her thighs, her hips, and if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her… “Mac!” Guiltily, his eyes shot up to hers. Held. Fascinated, he remembered vividly the tiny dark flecks and the darker hazel ring that surrounded the light green of her eyes. She stared at him. Her left eyebrow slowly lifted again, distant and haughty. He had no idea what to say to her. He’d never truly imagined seeing her again. “You’ve not changed.” Stupid cliché and he wanted to kick himself. She didn’t look impressed, either, as she sighed, shook her head, pushed her sopping hair back from her face, and puffed out a disgusted breath. “You have. You’re bigger.” He wasn’t sure if she meant it as a compliment or an insult, but as she scrambled to her feet, gathering her waist-length red hair in one hand, he waited. She twisted it, squeezed out a torrent of water, and made him smile. She looked irritated now, but at least it was better than cool disinterest. “Honestly, Mac. I have no idea what possessed you to come here. It’s very nice to see you, but really, I’m sure you have a heroic act to perform. Makeup and wardrobe will be waiting.” She rolled her eyes in disgust and started to stride back up the jetty toward the house. “Mum!” She froze. Curious, Mac turned, squinting through the bright reflection of sunlight at the rowboat approaching across the water. Disappointed, he realized she probably did have a life; a husband, kids. The boat was a distance away yet, but he could make out a couple of figures. A man and a boy. Surprised, he peered harder, certain the adult was Zoe’s father. Older, more round-shouldered than he remembered, with a shock of white hair reflecting the sunlight, but he was sure it was him. “Mum!” There was a kid in the boat with two dogs, and he yelled and waved frantically. “Oh my God.” Mac heard her anxious whisper from behind him. His gaze never left the small boat. Curiosity had morphed, uncomfortably, into a horrible premonition as he stared across the pond at the strangely familiar stance of the kid in the boat. A tingling sensation crawled up his neck into his hairline. His heart rate quickened; his breath came in short pants. He squinted as the rowboat approached. The kid’s face came into focus, so familiar. The features almost as recognizable as his own. No, perhaps more like his younger sister’s. In fact, the kid was the spitting image of his sister, Bill, at his age. Fucking hell. Knees like water, Mac wondered what they all would think if he simply sank onto the dock. The boat pulled alongside Zoe on the jetty, and the skinny kid launched himself onto the boards, his eyes pinned to his mother’s soaking wet, motionless figure, the dogs close on his heels. Mac’s heart thundered as nausea rolled through his stomach. He didn’t seem to be able to stop gulping in air. “Granddad caught trout. We’re having trout tonight.” His mother remained silent; her face was pale and strained as she stood frozen while the water dripped ceaselessly around her feet. “Why are you wet? Mum?” The kid’s head tilted to one side, and then he turned. His mouth dropped open; his huge black eyes goggled. “Bloody hell.” A huge smile spread across the kid’s face, white teeth gleaming in contrast to his bronzed skin. “It’s Cormack Blunt!”
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My fourth book, Flynn's Kiss is well under way, but Flynn has been hugely obliging by taking a backseat for now while I complete my 15,000 word short story challenge between fellow Liquid Silver authors, Allyson Lindt and Eva Lefoy. The challenge ends on today, which incidentally coincides with the release of Finding Zoe.
Blurb
Returning to England after eleven years, Cormack Blunt stumbles across the woman who he thought was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten. And he realizes that the sweet young girl he once knew has managed to keep a secret from him.
Zoe Chance can’t believe that the young man she loved eleven years before, now a famous movie star and action hero, has turned up out of the blue and wants answers. Not only that, he wants her son too.
Forced to confront him, she realizes that it isn’t a fight to keep her son that causes the problem but the fight to keep her own heart.
Excerpt
Stepping out of the car, he walked around the hood to lean his arms on the gate and stare into the distance. The gamekeeper’s cottage, with its three bedrooms and a little jetty extending out into the small lake, looked as though it had also fallen on good times. It had been empty before. Curious to get a closer look, he opened the gate and walked through. The dirt track was dry in the heat of the summer sun, and dust kicked up as he walked. Roses ran riot in deep pink and white over the outside of the cottage. Cute, typically English. The door stood open. Reluctant to intrude but just as reluctant to withdraw, he hesitated and peered into the kitchen to find it empty. His gaze scanned down to the all too familiar jetty. And there she was. As though it were yesterday. He tilted his head to one side. It couldn’t be. Her vibrant red hair shimmered in the bright sunlight. Believing he was dreaming, he took a few steps closer, paused. She reclined, languid, her back against the end post of the jetty, legs outstretched, face turned up to the heavens, eyes closed. Convinced now he must be hallucinating, his attention wandered to the one item unfamiliar to his memory. A glass of white wine was placed by her side, her fingers curled around the stem. His heart lurched as he narrowed his eyes and stared. He knew it was his imagination. She’d moved years ago, and in any case, she looked exactly the same; she’d never aged. Mystified, he walked toward her. As he stepped onto the jetty, it protested at his weight with a loud, shuddering groan. Her eyes shot open, her head whipped around, shock streaked across her face, and her body jerked and floundered. With a shriek and a loud splash, the object of his imagination fell off the edge of the jetty and disappeared beneath the surface of the clear blue water. “Shit.” Pulse racing, legs pumping, he ran down to the end of the jetty, flung himself to his knees as her drenched, dark auburn hair bobbed to the surface. He grabbed it and hauled her up as she howled in pain. “Let go, you flaming maniac.” Shocked at the sound of her familiar voice and the realization he wasn’t dreaming, he dropped her and watched, fascinated, as she sank under the water once more. It was her. The bitch. Spluttering, she surfaced, cursing. “You raving lunatic. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Red strands of hair plastered her pale, porcelain features. She sucked in her breath and launched herself up onto the jetty. Heart stunned, he watched, frozen, as she struggled to haul herself up and over the side of the wooden planks. Eventually, she lay flopping like a seal, rasping air in through her lungs. “I thought you moved.” It was the only thing he could think to say through the torrent of raging emotions, whirling between confused disbelief and burgeoning fury. Breath rattled past the water in her throat. “I did, you moron.” She lay on her back in front of him, panting in fresh air, and looking like a goddamned teenager. Grinding his teeth at the unfairness of it all, his voice pushed its way past the stranglehold of his throat. “I tried to find you.” There was a long silence, just the sound of her labored breathing. “You didn’t try very hard.” “You sold your house and left. It was empty. I checked myself. There was no furniture. There was a ‘sold’ sign.” He couldn’t hold back the accusation as he felt the bitterness rise up, threatening to consume him. She pushed her sodden, dark red hair out of her face and lay motionless with her eyes closed, her chest heaving. “Mac. It was eleven years ago. What are you doing here now?” She sounded weary. “You moved.” He couldn’t help the sullenness in his voice. She had catapulted him back to being a young man again. “Yes. Yes, we moved. My mother died, we moved. We sold the big house, kept this one. I went to university.” She sat up abruptly, impatience and annoyance vibrating from her. Her huge green-gold eyes met his and whipped his breath away. He wondered if he clutched his chest and started to wheeze if she would do anything to help him. From the cold, distant look in her eyes, he couldn’t imagine her calling for an ambulance. She would more than likely shove him in the pond and leave him to drown. “What did you want?” She lifted a sleek, wine-colored eyebrow and gazed back at him, cool and superior despite her dripping wet state. How the hell she managed to make him feel awkward, he had no idea, but the woman had always been able to make him feel emotions he never had with others. “I always wondered what had happened to you. I was curious.” “So…what? You came all the way from America? Just to check on me? After eleven years?” It quite pleased him she at least remembered how long it had been. He became distracted by the sight of her soaking wet yellow T-shirt. Transparent, it hugged her body, clung to her curves. He could see the outline of her bra and thought what a shame she was wearing one. She never used to. He glanced down at her slender feet with pretty pink polish on her nails. A familiar warmth spread down his belly into his groin as he remembered kissing those toes. Distracted by the ever-widening puddle surrounding her, he allowed his gaze to track farther up. Her saturated white pedal pushers clung, see-through and obscenely well, to her legs, her thighs, her hips, and if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her… “Mac!” Guiltily, his eyes shot up to hers. Held. Fascinated, he remembered vividly the tiny dark flecks and the darker hazel ring that surrounded the light green of her eyes. She stared at him. Her left eyebrow slowly lifted again, distant and haughty. He had no idea what to say to her. He’d never truly imagined seeing her again. “You’ve not changed.” Stupid cliché and he wanted to kick himself. She didn’t look impressed, either, as she sighed, shook her head, pushed her sopping hair back from her face, and puffed out a disgusted breath. “You have. You’re bigger.” He wasn’t sure if she meant it as a compliment or an insult, but as she scrambled to her feet, gathering her waist-length red hair in one hand, he waited. She twisted it, squeezed out a torrent of water, and made him smile. She looked irritated now, but at least it was better than cool disinterest. “Honestly, Mac. I have no idea what possessed you to come here. It’s very nice to see you, but really, I’m sure you have a heroic act to perform. Makeup and wardrobe will be waiting.” She rolled her eyes in disgust and started to stride back up the jetty toward the house. “Mum!” She froze. Curious, Mac turned, squinting through the bright reflection of sunlight at the rowboat approaching across the water. Disappointed, he realized she probably did have a life; a husband, kids. The boat was a distance away yet, but he could make out a couple of figures. A man and a boy. Surprised, he peered harder, certain the adult was Zoe’s father. Older, more round-shouldered than he remembered, with a shock of white hair reflecting the sunlight, but he was sure it was him. “Mum!” There was a kid in the boat with two dogs, and he yelled and waved frantically. “Oh my God.” Mac heard her anxious whisper from behind him. His gaze never left the small boat. Curiosity had morphed, uncomfortably, into a horrible premonition as he stared across the pond at the strangely familiar stance of the kid in the boat. A tingling sensation crawled up his neck into his hairline. His heart rate quickened; his breath came in short pants. He squinted as the rowboat approached. The kid’s face came into focus, so familiar. The features almost as recognizable as his own. No, perhaps more like his younger sister’s. In fact, the kid was the spitting image of his sister, Bill, at his age. Fucking hell. Knees like water, Mac wondered what they all would think if he simply sank onto the dock. The boat pulled alongside Zoe on the jetty, and the skinny kid launched himself onto the boards, his eyes pinned to his mother’s soaking wet, motionless figure, the dogs close on his heels. Mac’s heart thundered as nausea rolled through his stomach. He didn’t seem to be able to stop gulping in air. “Granddad caught trout. We’re having trout tonight.” His mother remained silent; her face was pale and strained as she stood frozen while the water dripped ceaselessly around her feet. “Why are you wet? Mum?” The kid’s head tilted to one side, and then he turned. His mouth dropped open; his huge black eyes goggled. “Bloody hell.” A huge smile spread across the kid’s face, white teeth gleaming in contrast to his bronzed skin. “It’s Cormack Blunt!”
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September 15, 2013
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BLURB
Returning to England after eleven years, Cormack Blunt stumbles across the woman he though was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten. And he realizes that the sweet young girl he once knew has managed to keep a secret from him.Zoe Chance can’t believe that the young man she loved eleven years before, now a famous move star and action her, has turned up out of the blue and wants answers. No only that, he wants her son, too.Forced to confront him, she realizes that it isn’t a fight to keep her son that causes the problem, but the fight to keep her own heart.
Excerpt
“Take the check, Zoe.”The hard New York twang grated on her nerves as she sat in a plush cream armchair, opposite Cormack Blunt’s agent, in the nineteenth-century Davies penthouse suite in Claridges.“I don’t want his money. He loves me,” she declared with all the conviction of an eighteen-year-old.“Of course he doesn’t love you, honey. He’s tired of you. You’re an embarrassment. He needs you to stop clinging, for the love of God.”Heat filled her cheeks, hot and florid. Desperate, Zoe met the cold, hard eyes of the middle-aged woman.“I want him to tell me. He’ll see me.” That’s why she’d come all the way to London. To see him. To surprise him. Looked like the surprise was on her.“He’s busy. He’s just about to make the biggest career break of his life. He does not need you holding him back.” Astral Heaven, agent to the stars, fished in her tote bag, tossed a photograph on the occasional table.“There. That’s the woman he’s going to marry.”Zoe raised her icy fingers to her burning cheeks.“Don’t be sick, she must be fifteen years older than him.”“Of course she is. She’ll be the making of him.”The woman slapped another photograph on the table. Zoe stared. Mac, her Mac with his arm wrapped around the tall, willowy, blonde star, Emilia Southern, and he looked … deliriously happy, as he laughed down into the pale, ethereal beauty’s face, their eyes centered on each other.Refusing to believe, she shook her head as her stomach churned. Her chest felt like a leaden weight had just been sucked to its very depths.“Take the money.”“I don’t want his money.” Quieter now, doubt seeped into her veins, crawled into her chest.“He said you would need it. Take it.”Her heart cried out; her mind screamed. How could he be so disloyal? Why had he told his agent she needed money? It was supposed to be between them. She’d bared her soul to him, told him her deepest secrets, all of them bar one, and he’d betrayed her. She sagged back into the depths of the chair, limp and defeated.Astral nudged the check toward her again, insistent.“Take it, you know you want to. You can train to be a vet.”One last show of defiance, she stared into the woman’s dead eyes and her conviction wavered.“He said he loved me.”“He’s an actor, darling. Of course he said he loves you. He loves everyone.”“But…”The woman’s hard blue eyes pierced her, unrelenting. She reached out, tapped the check with her perfectly manicured talons.“Take it.”Zoe leaned forward, her heart crushed, her confidence annihilated, and slid the check from under the woman’s fingers and across the table toward herself. She grasped it for a moment, unthinking, before she stuffed it into her purse, leaped from the chair, and rushed blind for the door.She found the underground, clasped her bag to her chest. London at rush hour was bad enough, but a country girl like her hadn’t a clue. Euston Station. She had to get off at Euston Station, buy a ticket, and catch the next train back to Shrewsbury. The Aberystwyth train was the one she needed.He’d come after her. He loved her. She’d show him the check, and he’d fire his agent.Pain raged through her young, bruised heart as conviction filled her head.The train was on the platform, about to depart. Panic made her fumble, drop her debit card, her ticket. As she bent over, someone dashed into her, pushed her down. Her face scraped along the pavement; skin ripped from her outstretched hands as they skidded across the rough ground. After staggering to her feet, she ran for the Aberystwyth train.She sat, tears streaming, blood flowing, with barely the wits about her to push her debit card back into her bag.He’d come after her. When he found out. He would come.She sat, calmer now, resolute. A tissue, donated from the silent woman opposite, was clutched in her hand. Heartbeat regular, breath slow.She looked at the check. Her blood smeared across it. Fifty thousand pounds. There wasn’t a moment’s doubt in her mind. She’d give it back to him when he came. He wouldn’t marry another woman; he couldn’t. He’d said he loved her. It wasn’t just because he was an actor that he’d said it. He loved her, and she believed him.She glanced at the man opposite. His newspaper caught her attention.Emilia Southern announces Cormack Blunt is the man for her.Sick, she closed her eyes; her fist closed around the check and squeezed tight as she leaned her weary head back.He wouldn’t come. He didn’t love her.She’d never be able to tell him now. She was pregnant.
Mini BlurbReturning to England after eleven years, Mac stumbles across the woman he thought was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten.Zoe Chance can’t believe famous action hero movie star Cormack Blunt has turned up and wants answers. But he wants her son, too.How can Zoe protect her son from famous movie action hero Cormack Blunt? Just as worrying, how can she protect her own heart?
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Previous Books: Loving Lydia, Atlantic Divide Book 1Bad Girl Bill, Atlantic Divide Book 2Future BooksFlight of Her Life - Romantic Comedy - Due Christmas 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0qiqFtzk1A
BLURB
Returning to England after eleven years, Cormack Blunt stumbles across the woman he though was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten. And he realizes that the sweet young girl he once knew has managed to keep a secret from him.Zoe Chance can’t believe that the young man she loved eleven years before, now a famous move star and action her, has turned up out of the blue and wants answers. No only that, he wants her son, too.Forced to confront him, she realizes that it isn’t a fight to keep her son that causes the problem, but the fight to keep her own heart.
Excerpt
“Take the check, Zoe.”The hard New York twang grated on her nerves as she sat in a plush cream armchair, opposite Cormack Blunt’s agent, in the nineteenth-century Davies penthouse suite in Claridges.“I don’t want his money. He loves me,” she declared with all the conviction of an eighteen-year-old.“Of course he doesn’t love you, honey. He’s tired of you. You’re an embarrassment. He needs you to stop clinging, for the love of God.”Heat filled her cheeks, hot and florid. Desperate, Zoe met the cold, hard eyes of the middle-aged woman.“I want him to tell me. He’ll see me.” That’s why she’d come all the way to London. To see him. To surprise him. Looked like the surprise was on her.“He’s busy. He’s just about to make the biggest career break of his life. He does not need you holding him back.” Astral Heaven, agent to the stars, fished in her tote bag, tossed a photograph on the occasional table.“There. That’s the woman he’s going to marry.”Zoe raised her icy fingers to her burning cheeks.“Don’t be sick, she must be fifteen years older than him.”“Of course she is. She’ll be the making of him.”The woman slapped another photograph on the table. Zoe stared. Mac, her Mac with his arm wrapped around the tall, willowy, blonde star, Emilia Southern, and he looked … deliriously happy, as he laughed down into the pale, ethereal beauty’s face, their eyes centered on each other.Refusing to believe, she shook her head as her stomach churned. Her chest felt like a leaden weight had just been sucked to its very depths.“Take the money.”“I don’t want his money.” Quieter now, doubt seeped into her veins, crawled into her chest.“He said you would need it. Take it.”Her heart cried out; her mind screamed. How could he be so disloyal? Why had he told his agent she needed money? It was supposed to be between them. She’d bared her soul to him, told him her deepest secrets, all of them bar one, and he’d betrayed her. She sagged back into the depths of the chair, limp and defeated.Astral nudged the check toward her again, insistent.“Take it, you know you want to. You can train to be a vet.”One last show of defiance, she stared into the woman’s dead eyes and her conviction wavered.“He said he loved me.”“He’s an actor, darling. Of course he said he loves you. He loves everyone.”“But…”The woman’s hard blue eyes pierced her, unrelenting. She reached out, tapped the check with her perfectly manicured talons.“Take it.”Zoe leaned forward, her heart crushed, her confidence annihilated, and slid the check from under the woman’s fingers and across the table toward herself. She grasped it for a moment, unthinking, before she stuffed it into her purse, leaped from the chair, and rushed blind for the door.She found the underground, clasped her bag to her chest. London at rush hour was bad enough, but a country girl like her hadn’t a clue. Euston Station. She had to get off at Euston Station, buy a ticket, and catch the next train back to Shrewsbury. The Aberystwyth train was the one she needed.He’d come after her. He loved her. She’d show him the check, and he’d fire his agent.Pain raged through her young, bruised heart as conviction filled her head.The train was on the platform, about to depart. Panic made her fumble, drop her debit card, her ticket. As she bent over, someone dashed into her, pushed her down. Her face scraped along the pavement; skin ripped from her outstretched hands as they skidded across the rough ground. After staggering to her feet, she ran for the Aberystwyth train.She sat, tears streaming, blood flowing, with barely the wits about her to push her debit card back into her bag.He’d come after her. When he found out. He would come.She sat, calmer now, resolute. A tissue, donated from the silent woman opposite, was clutched in her hand. Heartbeat regular, breath slow.She looked at the check. Her blood smeared across it. Fifty thousand pounds. There wasn’t a moment’s doubt in her mind. She’d give it back to him when he came. He wouldn’t marry another woman; he couldn’t. He’d said he loved her. It wasn’t just because he was an actor that he’d said it. He loved her, and she believed him.She glanced at the man opposite. His newspaper caught her attention.Emilia Southern announces Cormack Blunt is the man for her.Sick, she closed her eyes; her fist closed around the check and squeezed tight as she leaned her weary head back.He wouldn’t come. He didn’t love her.She’d never be able to tell him now. She was pregnant.
Mini BlurbReturning to England after eleven years, Mac stumbles across the woman he thought was lost to him forever. The woman he had never forgotten.Zoe Chance can’t believe famous action hero movie star Cormack Blunt has turned up and wants answers. But he wants her son, too.How can Zoe protect her son from famous movie action hero Cormack Blunt? Just as worrying, how can she protect her own heart?
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Previous Books: Loving Lydia, Atlantic Divide Book 1Bad Girl Bill, Atlantic Divide Book 2Future BooksFlight of Her Life - Romantic Comedy - Due Christmas 2013
September 9, 2013
FIGHT PRINCESS - M. S. KAYE
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I'd like to say a warm hello to fellow author at Liquid Silver Books, M S Kaye.
Hi, It's lovely of you to join us. Tell us a little bit about your new book, Fight Princess which was released on 2nd September.
Thank you, Diane, for having me!
There is something about a strong hero saving a damsel that we as romance readers love. The only problem with an incredibly strong hero is he sometimes overshadows the heroine, or even makes her seem weak—mostly because he has to save her. But we can’t very well write a hero who says, “Eh, she’ll be fine.”
My solution is to write a heroine who can take care of herself and a hero who wants to save her but rarely needs to. That want is what we as readers want to see (at least I do). Of course, the characters need to help each other, need to be there for each other to lean on, but neither should appear helpless. They must both be fighters—whether in-your-face or quiet, they must be strong.
Fight Princess is about the strongest heroine I’ve written and a man who is ready to fight for her. In the end, they help each other in ways you might not anticipate.
Fight Princess – Published by Liquid Silver Books – http://www.LSBooks.com
Things aren’t what they seem. Don’t get involved.
Celisse is too headstrong to listen. Her best friend’s boyfriend is dead, and she does not heed Cullen’s warning, slipped to her in a note as he’s being arrested for the murder.
Cullen tries to keep Celisse out of danger and also tries to avoid her, both unsuccessfully. He can’t deny his feelings for her anymore, but he knows he can’t have her. If she ever discovered the truth about his past, she’d surely hate him.
While struggling with her intense feelings for Cullen, Celisse uses her skills as an ex-prosecutor to investigate, all while continuing to fight for Ogden, the organizer of an underground fight ring. She eventually realizes things are connected—the ring, Ogden, Cullen, the murder, and herself. She races to uncover the truth before she’s arrested or becomes the next victim—or perhaps, the next culprit.
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August 23, 2013
Finding the next Hero & Heroine - Part Four
Having decided upon Bill and Michael, the perfect Anglo-American partnership, the hunt was on for the next heroine and hero in my Atlantic Divide Series. Easy enough to find my hero …
Michael relaxed on the porch swing with a cup of coffee in his hand and a dog on each side of his legs. He watched with some amusement as Mac’s black Ferrari jolted along the rutted track into the yard, scraping the low-slung undercarriage.He knew Mac liked him, but he also knew that the man considered him trouble for his little sister. So he guessed he’d turned up to make sure they weren’t left alone together. It had been a long few days of manipulation and maneuvering between Mac and his brothers to ensure they were kept apart, but it seemed, Michael thought with a grin, that he was starting to make it difficult for them. It was a bit like a game of chess. It amused him to watch their scheming. They had no idea what a master schemer he was himself.It seemed their line of communication had let them down this time and Mac must have believed it was Bill’s day off too.Mac unfolded his long legs and pushed his huge frame out of the Ferrari, almost getting his shoulders stuck in the doorway. Michael laughed.“You know you’re too big for that don’t you?”“Sure.” Mac pushed his long, black hair back from his face and flicked his plait back over his shoulder. “But I look fantastic in it.”“No, you look too big for it.”Michael could see how Mac had become a legendary movie star; his ego was enormous, but he was still intelligent enough to be self-deprecating. He laughed as he sat on the swing making it creak and groan.“It’s only rented. It goes back at the end of the week. I think my hair is starting to thin where it keeps rubbing against the roof.” They sat in silence for a moment.“Where’s Bill?”“I’m surprised you don’t know. You had a wasted journey. Bill’s out with Jack picking up some guy who shot up a store yesterday.”Mac leaned forward. The seat grumbled loudly. He stood, gave it a disgusted look, and moved toward the house.“More coffee?”“That’d be good.”They sat in Bill’s kitchen, drank her coffee, and Mac explained why he needed to bulk up for his next acting job on location in England. Michael wasn’t surprised to hear that female eyes would be firmly fixed on Mac’s broad, waxed, oil-slicked chest. Sounded like being a good-guy action hero sucked.“I knew a girl in England not far from where I’ll be on location. She was the love of my life when I was twenty-one.” Mac stared into the distance, regret in his eyes. “She had the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.” His mouth quirked slightly. It seemed to Michael that Mac had gone into the right industry. His penchant for drama was effective.“What happened?” Michael’s attention started to wane while he watched with rising curiosity as Jack’s Land Cruiser flew down the road toward the house, kicking up dust in its wake. Both men stood to peer out the window.“Broke my heart and left me.” Mac shrugged, and he squinted. “Wanted to be a vet. Wonder if she ever made it.”His voice tailed off as his little sister slammed out of one side of the Land Cruiser while Jack slammed out of the other, their voices raised and their long strides quickly covering the distance to the house.“Uh-oh,” Mac murmured as he stepped toward the door.
… and so Atlantic Divide Book 3 was created. Mac comes to Shropshire, England – larger than life, but is he any match for Zoe, the local country vet?
Due for release in September, Finding Zoe.
