A Brand New Convention for Indie Authors/Readers!

InD'tale Magazine and Red Coat PR have teamed up to bring you the InD'Scribe Conference, scheduled for September 17-20, 2015 in Palm Springs, CA.

At this time, only author tables can be reserved. Soon it will be opened up to everyone. If you are an author and are interested, go to http://bit.ly/indscribe for more details and the form you need to fill out. You can also find more info on the conference's Facebook page HERE. 

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♫♪ Breaking Benjamin ~ What Lies Beneath

~Snippet Saturday~ Betrayal

How about a completely random bit of a snippet today? I was in the tedious process of formatting Betrayal for print (finally!) and the opening of chapter twelve caught my eye. So here you are, my lovelies. Enjoy this little taste of Adam and Bri’s tale. ☺

Though Bri doesn’t actually star in this portion, she is the subject of Adam and Connor’s conversation.

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Adam had successfully pushed a certain flame-haired, green-eyed countess firmly from his mind. He had succeeded so well, in fact, that he nearly dropped his coffee one morning several months later when he glanced at the social column of the London Gazette.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, much to the amusement of Lord Connor Northwicke who had stopped over that morning.

“Bad news?”

“Depends on who you are, I suppose,” his friend replied cryptically.

Connor reached for the paper and soon saw what had his friend so pensive. “Oh, Lord,” he muttered.

“Exactly,” Adam said almost to himself. “I tried to tell myself that she would be well. She was with her family and surely she had exaggerated their treatment of her. Now I wonder.”

“As do I,” Connor murmured. “I had heard, of course, Steyne himself spouting off some rubbish about being engaged to her, but I just thought he was in his cups.”

Adam concurred. “I still felt like calling the bounder out,” he growled.

“Fortunate thing for you that you resisted,” Connor replied dryly. “You’d look no end the fool now if you had given in to your impulse.”

Adam did nothing more than grunt in reply.

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This book is available everywhere e-books are sold and the paperback will be available again very soon. More excerpts and store links can be found on my website HERE. Thank you for stopping by! ☺

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♫♪ Apocalyptica ~ I Don't Care

Calling all historical authors!

InD'tale Magazine is looking for submissions for our new column, Pieces of the Past! If you'd like to submit an article about some aspect of your favorite time period, contact TJ MacKay (tjmackay@indtale.com) or Margaret Faria (magslc@indtale.com) for more information. ♥ 

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♫♪ Imagine Dragons ~ Tiptoe

Death Becomes Her is now AVAILABLE!

The second serial romance to appear in InD'tale Magazine has been compiled and uploaded to Amazon. This is a bit of a morbid tale about a resurrectionist and the doctor who falls for her. She has sisters and one of these sisters stars in the special exclusive short story included in this edition, The Devil She Knows. This is my gift to you, my lovely readers, for always being the supportive, encouraging creatures you are. ♥ 

I've made it available as a pre-order, before its official release on October 20. It's only available on Amazon at this time, but will follow to Smashwords, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, and 'txtr by the end of January 2015. If you'd like an excerpt, check out my website HERE. If you already know you want it, grab it from Amazon: US, UK, DE, CA, AU. ☺

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♫♪ Reba McEntire ~ One Honest Heart

~Regency Wednesday~ The Copper-Plate Printer

I've long been a fan of the plates (pictures) included in Regency publications. So let's take a look at the Copper-Plate Printer. ☺

  "The Copper-Plate Printer is a person who transfers portraits, landscapes, and a variety of other pictures and writing, from engravings on copper to paper, by a very ingenious process, of which we are now to speak.
  This art is said to have been as ancient as the year 1450, and to owe its origin to Finguerra, a Florentine goldsmith, who accidentally pouring some melted brimstone on an engraved plate, found the exact impression of the engraving left in the cold brimstone, marked with black taken out of the strokes by the liquid sulphur: upon this, he attempted to do the same on silver plates with wet paper, by rolling it smoothly with a roller; and this succeeded. But this art was not used in England till the reign of King James I, when it was brought from Antwerp by Speed.
  The principal things requisite in this business, are the ink, and a press, called a rolling-press."

*Clipped from The Book of English Trades (1818), p.120. Get the Google e-book HERE.

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♫♪ The Cranberries ~ Zombie

~Snippet Saturday~ The Devil She Knows

I shared a tidbit of The Devil She Knows several weeks ago, back when I was still calling it Surrender. How about another? Ooo, and there’s a cover now, too! 

For those of you who don’t know, The Devil She Knows is a short story, just under 10,000 words, that will be released with the compiled edition of Death Becomes Her. It’s the story of Sadie Miller and James Melbourne. Will they get their happy ending?

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Chapter Two

Spain 1812

James Melbourne led a charmed life. Through misstep after misstep he’d emerged on top, unharmed. With a bit of charm and his handsome face he could talk his way out of any situation. Nothing stood in the way of what he wanted.

But war was not something one could charm. James had suffered right along with the ugliest, most crass creature, an injury to his leg and the resultant fever ending his bout of good fortune. Though, in all honesty, having escaped death was probably as lucky as one could get.

As he lay senseless, the fever taking over his body again, he longed for home, longed to see the family he’d left behind. He’d never been a sentimental type, but fighting for one’s life had a way of turning one into a simpering milksop.

And, simpering milksop that he was, he missed home. He missed England’s dreary rain and London’s suffocating fog. He missed his overbearing, sanctimonious brother David, and David’s equally judgmental wife.

Then there was Sadie. Beautiful Sadie, low-class and foul-mouthed, damning him one moment and pleasuring him like a courtesan the next, the woman he loved and couldn’t have.

He’d had to leave England, but there were some who didn’t see it that way. Sadie Miller probably despised him and he could hardly blame her. But marriage was out of the question. James would make a terrible husband and Sadie should have a husband worthy of her loyalty.

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This story is being formatted along with Death Becomes Her, and should be released by mid-October. Thank you for stopping by! ☺

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♫♪ Escala ~ Adagio for Strings 

~Regency Wednesday~ The Comb Maker

What would Regency England be without hair combs? We'll never know because, of course, there was the Comb Maker. ☺

"The comb is a well-known instrument made of horn, ivory, tortoise-shell, box, or holly-wood, and is used for separating, adjusting, cleansing, and ornamenting the hair. The commoner sorts of combs are generally made of the horns of bullocks', or of elephants' and sea-horses' teeth; some are made of tortoise-shell, and others, of box, holly, and other hard woods."*

It goes on to describe, in great detail, exactly how to make combs of various materials. It even tells how to make imitation tortoiseshell combs. Way more detail than I was expecting for what seems like such a simple trade. ☺

*Clipped from The Book of English Trades, 1818, p.105. Get the Google e-book HERE.

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♫♪ Crossfade ~ Cold