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Saturday, July 12, 2014

~Snippet Saturday~ Surrender

Hello, my lovelies! How about a snippet from something not yet published? ;)

The following is from Surrender, a short story that will be released with the compiled edition of my serial Regency Death Becomes Her. Enjoy this little taste! ♥ 

Taken from the rough copy of chapter one...

Chapter One

London, 1812 

Sadie Miller did not take life for granted. As the daughter of a resurrectionist, and having herself been a thief of the dead, she knew just how fleeting life was, and knew without doubt that any given moment could be her last.

Thus it was with prayers trembling on her lips that she screwed up her courage, her strength, and her will, centering all of it to her lower extremities, pushing forth the life she’d carried inside her for the past seven months. Exhausted, she fell back on the bed, panting, chest heaving with the force of her exertions. The room lingered in silence for several moments, then the midwife’s concerned grunt burst through Sadie’s consciousness.

She forced her tired body up onto her elbows, trying to see around her own legs to the women who’d helped her labor. “What? My baby?”

Her eldest sister, Melly, frowned over at her. Leaving the midwife to her task, she approached Sadie’s side. “The child is so small and he does not breathe. He may yet, but—”

Sadie nearly came off the bed in her desperation to reach her child. “No! He will live! Let him live!”

Watch for the complete (and edited) version to come out in August. Thanx for stopping by!

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Alicia Keys ~ Caged Bird

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

~Regency Wednesday~ English Dinner Dress 1824

I think it's time for another gorgeous fashion plate, don't you? How about this pretty little number from 1824? I can't even tell you how much I adore this dress.

  DRESS of emerald green gros de Naples; corsage plain, and bordered at the top with a satin band of the same colour, and a narrow tucker of tulle: the sleeve is very short and full, and composed of crèpe lisse; the fulness regulated by pryamidal bands of gros de Naples, and finished in a double satin band round the arm. A very novel kind of flounce ornaments the bottom of the skirt, which is cut nearly a quarter of a yard up, and a fulness of crèpe lisse introduced, and formed into a regular row of demi-bells, the lower part kept extended by two satin pipings, and the top of each surmounted with a double satin circlet and a triplet of satin leaves appliquée. Fichu of crèpe lisse, edged with satin piping, and trimmed all round with narrow blond, confined at the shoulders with corded leaves, and arranged in front to form a stomacher, the points coming below the ceinture, which is also edged with satin and blond, and unites behind in a leaf rosette with the corner of the fichu. The hair is separated in front, and a pearl comb confines it on each side from the temple; round the back of the head it is arranged in large regular curls. Ear-rings and necklace of rubies. White kid gloves; white satin shoes; India shawl.

*Clipped from Ackermann's Repository, April 1824, p. 242. Get the Google e-book HERE.

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Sixx: A.M. ~ Life is Beautiful 

Saturday, July 5, 2014

~Snippet Saturday~ Loyalty

Hello again, my lovelies! It’s Saturday and you know what that means. Another snippet from one of my books. ☺ (My apologies for missing last Saturday.)

I’ve chosen “Loyalty” today, the first story in the Forgotten, and other Heartless tales anthology. Enjoy! ♥ 

(From chapter four, a scene between Michaella and her sister, Leandra, with an appearance by the Duke of Derringer.)

Lady Michaella had changed over the years. Where once she’d had nothing but soft, kind words and ladylike manners, she now exhibited the occasional bout of cynicism and rudeness, her interaction with a certain gentleman topping any other moment.

“I suppose I shall leave you now,” Michaella said after several moments of companionable silence.

“Must you? I haven’t seen you for ages.”

“I have things I must do before my wedding. There is but a fortnight before I become Mrs. Wainwright, you know.”

“You can meet him before you promise to love and obey him, Kaylee,” Leandra gently reminded her. “I think it would be for the best. I take no issue with you asking for an arranged marriage but to marry him sight unseen? Is that wise?”

“Your concern does you credit, Merri, but it is misplaced,” Michaella assured her. “I am content waiting for the vows to see his face.” She set her bonnet on her head and tied the ribbons, then reached for her gloves. “I trust his countenance is pleasing?”

“Oh my, yes,” Leandra breathed, an almost dreamy quality transforming her plump features.

Michaella laughed. “Oh, Merri, my dear, are you smitten with my betrothed? What does your duke think of that?”

“He hates it,” the man in question muttered as he strode purposefully back into the room. Rifling through some papers on his desk, he added, “He would run your betrothed through if the blighter hadn’t agreed to marry you.”

“What have I to do with it?” Michaella couldn’t help asking.

The duke shot her an annoyed look, but refrained from commenting.

“Don’t speak of yourself as though you are not in the room, dear,” Leandra remonstrated. “It is hardly Rhys’ fault that he is so pleasing to look upon and employs pretty manners too.”

“If not his fault, then whose?” Derringer countered.

Leandra moved to her husband’s side and laid a gentle hand on his arm. Smiling, she gazed up at him. “My love, you like Rhys or you would not have approached him about marrying Michaella. Refrain from any more of this false anger.”

He growled but kissed the top of her head. “Next time he calls, you are not to see him. Pleasing countenance indeed. Bloody hell.”

“Language, my love.”

“You’d like to hear more?”

“I will leave you to battle this one without me,” Michaella inserted before the duke could make good on his threat. “Thank you for the tea. I will be sure to call often in the coming weeks.” She took her leave after a parting embrace from her sister and a surprising, affectionate squeeze from the duke. The man was a puzzle.

I hope you enjoyed this snippet. If you’d like to read the rest of the story, as well as the other two stories in this anthology, check out Forgotten’s page on my website HERE for buying links. If you’d like to get it for 50% off the list price, I recommend grabbing a copy from Smashwords.* Thank you for stopping by!!

*Limited time offer for Smashwords’ Summer/Winter Sale. Coupon good through July 31, 2014.

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

There’s a jukebox in my head. It’s currently playing
♫♪ Sarah McLachlan ~ Angel 

Friday, July 4, 2014

♥ E-book Sale at Smashwords! ♥

Every year, Smashwords has their July Summer/Winter sale. I've decided to participate this year by enrolling all my titles in the promotion. That means you can get Honor, Betrayal, Deception, Intrigue, Spellbound, Heartless, Redemption, and Forgotten, and other Heartless tales for only $1.50 (USD) each by using coupon code SSW50 in your shopping cart. The 11th Commandment and The Dragon's Birth are FREE using the same code, and My Lady Coward is always FREE.

Thank you so much for all your support, my lovelies! 

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

There’s a jukebox in my head. It’s currently playing
♫♪  Sick Puppies ~ Don't Walk Away 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

~Regency Wednesday~ Reader

Time for another lesson in Regency slang.  

A pocket-book. CANT.

Pickpockets, chiefly young Jews, who ply about the Bank to steal the pocket-books of persons who have just received their dividends there.* 

*Taken verbatim from the Kindle edition of 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. Get your free copy HERE

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

There’s a jukebox in my head. It’s currently playing
♫♪ Staind ~ Take It 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

~Snippet Saturday~ Death Becomes Her

The finale for Death Becomes Her has been published in InD'tale Magazine's big summer issue. I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations.  

This officially ends my "employment" with InD'tale. I will be taking a break from serial romance for the magazine. The next serial will be done by Rachel Rossano and believe me, y'all are in for a treat! ♥

I've loved working with InD'tale and I won't say I'll never write for them again. But I do need to concentrate on some other things right now.

In light of this, I've decided to post an excerpt from the final installment of Death Becomes Her. If you haven't read the story yet, you can go through the magazine archives* and start from the very beginning.

Without further ado, here is today's snippet. Enjoy! ♥

Taken from the opening of Part 11: Escaping the Dead...

The Miller sisters silently packed their things to leave. They chose to go with Melly, even Ashlin who stood to gain so much more by staying. The doctor insisted they take all the clothes and things he’d provided for them, having no use for them himself. Melly was grateful, as it was one less thing to worry about when they were trying to make new lives for themselves, but the weight she carried deep inside would not be lessened with distance.

As they set off, Melly did not want to return to their tiny, dilapidated hovel near the graveyard, though there were things they needed to gather there before they could move from the city forever. The girls trundled along behind her, thick shoes on their feet and heavy, warm cloaks keeping the biting winter chill from their bodies.

“Melly,” she heard Ashlin whisper at her side, “I’m sorry David turned us out.”

Melly heard tears trembling on the words and she felt her chest constrict. “You could have stayed, love,” she murmured, careful to keep her voice low. “Doctor Melbourne would continue your education. You could be a doctor yourself someday.” They both knew how unlikely that was, but at David’s side, Ashlin would at least be allowed to practice the art she loved so well.

“I could not let you leave alone,” Ashlin retorted.

Melly laughed, a hint of actual mirth in the sound. “Hardly alone, love. Do you think the others would have stayed as well?”

Read the rest in the June/July 2014 issue of InD'tale Magazine. 

I hope you enjoyed this little excerpt. Thank you for stopping by! 

*You must be registered to access the magazine archives. Registration is free. 

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Tech N9ne ~ Fragile 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

~Regency Wednesday~ Manchester Square

How about a Regency place this fine (dreary) Wednesday? I've clipped an image and description from Ackermann's Repository of Arts. Enjoy! ♥ 

  This is one of the those squares which, during the last century, successively sprung up in the new western suburb of Mary-le-Bone. It is situated at a little distance from the north side of Oxford-street, between Cavendish and Portman-Squares; and the period at which it was built, was likewise intermediate to the dates of their erection. It was intended to have been dignified with the name of Queen Anne's-Square, and to have had a handsome parochial church in the center. This design, however, for what reason we are not informed, was not carried into execution; and the ground on the north side lay vacant till the late Duke of Manchester purchased the site, and erected upon it his town residence. From this circumstance the square received its present appellation. Upon the sudden death of that nobleman, the premises were purchased by the King of Spain, as the residence of his ambassador, who erected a small chapel in Spanish-place, on the east side of his mansion, from designs by Bonomi, which, for its classic purity of style, deserves the attention of all lovers of architecture. The house, which is one of the most magnificent private residences in the metropolis, and forms the prominent object in the annexed engraving, has been for many years the property and habitation of the Marquis of Hertford. 
  The other three sides of the square are composed of neat, respectable dwellings, which have nothing worthy of particular notice.*

*Clipped from Ackermann's Repository of Arts, July 1813, page 50. Get the Google e-book HERE.

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Stone Sour ~ Through Glass

Saturday, June 7, 2014

~Snippet Saturday~ Deception

It’s Saturday and you know what that means. It’s time for another snippet from one of my works.  

I’ve chosen Deception this time, a scene that makes me chuckle every time I read it. I hope you enjoy it, even though my lovely Derringer is a this excerpt. LOL 

Taken from the beginning of Chapter Eight...

As Raven left, the Duke of Derringer arrived.

The actress nodded pleasantly to the tall peer, not even hesitating in her trek to the park gates. Derringer didn’t spare her more than a cursory glance from atop his horse as they passed each other.

He was well aware of her identity. Indeed, what kind of underhanded rogue would he be if he was unaware of the best actress since Sarah Siddons? Everyone knew of her.

Apparently, Aurora was cultivating an association with the woman with little regard for her own reputation. Smirking, Derringer acknowledged that he’d already gone a long way in ruining that anyway.

The duke was cynical enough to realize Raven’s interest in Aurora Glendenning could not be entirely innocent. If his spies were to be believed—and Derringer trusted them as much as he trusted any low-class street ruffian paid to spy on his betters—Miss Raven Emerson was not as sane as she portrayed herself. Rumor said she’d taken her dismissal very ill indeed.

He’d keep an eye on the hauntingly lovely Raven Emerson. One never knew what a woman scorned was capable of.

Reining in next to Aurora’s perch on a park bench, he offered a mocking smile. Instead of scowling or simply walking away, Aurora smiled back. Derringer found himself a trifle startled.

The Duke of Derringer was never startled.

“Your grace,” she murmured, her very expression revealing how uncomfortable she knew she’d made him.

“How are you enjoying this lovely weather?”

He slid from Satan’s back. Dropping the reins, he told the horse to go away.

“Did you just tell your mount to go away?”

Derringer shrugged and lowered his lanky form onto the bench beside her. “He is not being very cooperative today. He needs some time to himself.”

“Oh, of course,” she said, her tone so disbelieving that Derringer felt actual mirth.

“How are you faring since Almack’s?”

“I am faring quite well, my lord. I am surprised you care to inquire, considering any discomforts I experience were caused by you.”

He shrugged. “You broke the rules, Rory.”

“What rules?”

He turned to meet her gaze, marveling at the color of her eyes, wondering how he was going to broach the subject he needed to without finding himself on the other end of Levi’s dueling pistol.

Unknowingly adopting the same attitude Aurora had just minutes before with Raven, he opted for blunt truth.

“You realize I know far more than just his name, do you not?”

I hope you enjoyed that little taste. Additional excerpts can be found on another blog of mine, and you can find the blurb and a little more info about this book on my website (including purchasing links). Thank you for stopping by!

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Aimee Blackschleger (FFXIII-2) ~ Unseen Intruder - Aggressive Mix - 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

~Regency Wednesday~ Rattler

As usual, my day is filled with covers and exciting new things that I can’t share just yet. BUT, I can help with your Regency slang education.  

A coach. Rattle and prad; a coach and horses. 

A coachman. CANT.

*Taken verbatim from the Kindle edition of 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. Get your free e-copy HERE.

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Staind ~ Falling

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Get Forgotten for...FREE!!! ♥

Funny, right? I’ll forget you for free. Not really, of course, but my newest Regency release Forgotten, and other Heartless tales is FREE for the next few days. Doesn’t matter who you are or where you live. Use the code and download the book. My gift to you in thanx for all the support you’ve given me over the years. Mwah!

Go to Smashwords, add the book to your cart, enter the code NH22K in the space provided in the cart, apply the code, and checkout. Then download the format you prefer.  This offer is only good until June 6, so take advantage soon! 

Thank you for being you!

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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♫♪ Martina McBride ~ A Broken Wing


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