It's official! My second Regency will be released within days!

Thursday, July 2, 2015

So am I extremely excited! Yes! Three years in the making, my second Regency romance, In the Wilds of Devon, is finally at the printer and should be available for purchase within the next week or two. Watch my blog and Facebook page for book signings, contests, a book release party, and other fun stuff.

This has been a great journey, and I owe special thanks to these amazing authors who read  my manuscript and gave me such invaluable advice: Joyce DiPastena, Donna Hatch, Jennifer Lunt Moore, Debra, Erfert, Rebecca Lamoreaux, and Marie Higgins. A heartfelt thanks to my friend, Carol Marchant, who read and critiqued my manuscript two or three times as it went through a few revisions. Words could not express my thanks to Linda Prince, my editor at Walnut Springs Press, who spent long hours on the final edits, proofreading, typesetting, and all the particulars that go into turning a manuscript into a book. My most special thanks go to my husband and family who have been my support and cheerleaders at every turn. And a great thanks to all my readers who enjoyed Lydia, my first Regency and asked for more. It has been a great adventure.

A new release you will love!!!

Sunday, November 2, 2014

I have been too long absent from my blog, but life has been too demanding to give it any time. I plan on changing this. Today, I want to share a new release by one of my very favorite authors, Donna Hatch, who writes exquisite Regency-era romances. For only 99 cents, you can enjoy this awesome, clean Christmas Regency that is set to be released on Wednesday, November 5, 2014. Just follow the link below to order. Then go back and read her other wonderful romances.

Heartbroken at the news that her betrothed has wed another woman, Emily is determined to pick up the pieces of her life and enjoy Christmas with her family.

Newly returned from war, Bennett holds a secret and will do anything to ensure Emily, his only true love, never discovers it...even if it means losing her.

Fate reunites the star-crossed lovers and reveals the truth that will either unite them or drive them apart forever.

She should step away. She really should. Allowing him to hold her created a long­-absent sense of wholeness. As safety enveloped her, her shuddering eased and her tears faded to hiccups. He held her close, so strong and protective. She inhaled his aftershave, something clean and earthy and faintly spicy. The warmth of his body brought familiar comfort. She ached to kiss away all her hurt and loneliness. She ached to restore the love they’d once shared. She ached to be complete again. But he didn’t love her. He’d jilted her for another.
The ache intensified to a sharp pain.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Wow, it is now months since I have posted anything to my blog, but I finally redid the template, and I am determined to start posting again. I recently finished the ninth revision of my second book, and after one or two more times through, I think it will be ready to submit.
Christmas was wonderful. I got to be home with my family. That is all I need for a great Christmas. I hate to see the Winter Break end after New Year's, but I am excited to move forward to spring. Here in Bountiful, Utah we are deep in snow. It is beautiful, and yet I can't wait for sunshine, greenery, and warm weather. Of course, I suppose we wouldn't have our amazing springs, summers, and falls without rigorous, snowy winters. Na ja, so geht das!
I have been reading through Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time. To learn an art properly, one must continually sit at the feet of its masters. I just love some of the words and phrases she uses.
a report soon followed
air of decided fashion
whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment
Upon my honour
obliged to seek another branch of the subject
a most disagreeable, horrid man
there was no enduring him
Did you not?
To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying
made himself agreeable nowhere
To all these high-flown expressions Elizabeth listened with all the insensibility of distrust.
Oh what beautiful, vintage ways of saying things! I love it. That is why I write Regency.
I wish you all a Happy New Year!


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

My manuscript just needs a little more editing. I hope to submit it by August (fingers xxxx).

The stately manor of Sherbourne Park was visible here and there between the last trees of Rowley Wood.  “Alexandra,” Rupert said in a near whisper as a sharp pang constricted his chest.  He looked away and clenched his jaw hard against a heaviness of heart and mind that threatened to unleash a flood of emotions he no longer dared entertain.  Wave after wave of pleasant visions of her lashed against his waning resolve. She danced softly through his mind, the colorful tapestry of her character stirring his admiration.  The passionate expressiveness of her eyes often mirrored the torment he knew weighed heavily on her mind, yet all the world seemed more glorious when she favored it with one of her brilliant, but gentle, smiles.

My second book is almost ready to submit!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

I haven't posted to Blogger for almost two months.  I've just been extremely busy.  I finished the third revision of my second book this morning and feel like celebrating, so I'm going to post a snippet from the second to last chapter.  It isn't a spoiler that will give anything away, but I just thought it woul be fun to post something from the end in celebration of getting this far.  Thanks for taking a minute to read it.

The idea of pummeling them both crossed her mind, so desperate was she to reach Lord Carrington before he departed, but her family had not come this far to be sunk into the depths of embarrassment by her impulsive whims.  Though racked with an impatience that hurt to her bones, she halted and joined them at a quick-step.  Of course, the introduction was followed by a few agonizing minutes of prattle, after which she politely excused herself.

Weekend-Work-In-Progress Snippet

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Alexandra stepped back.  “I do not know what to think, my lord.  I have found few men who may be believed at their word.  I want to think your motives are sincere, but that might not prevent you from a future alteration.  My family is indeed indebted to you for your assistance, but if you seek more recompense than an honest day’s work, I shall seek a position elsewhere."

“I am not so evil as you have every reason to think me, Miss Dancy, and I promise, you shall have no need to find other employment.  Though”—Allyne stepped forward to stroke her face—“your beauty is a sore trial to the strength of any man.”

Weekend Work-In-Progress Post

Saturday, February 25, 2012

At present I am halfway through my second revision and am ironing out the storyline.  Could anything be more fun than writing novels and creating word and story paintings? I have done a lot of things in my life, and this is definitely one of the most enjoyable. I love to write! Thank you for dropping in on this week’s WIP snippet.
“You must take me for a simpleton, Miss Dancy. There is no such thing as a woman who feels only friendship for Carrington. How cruel is unrequited love, is it not?” Allyne said as he leveled his coup d’etat, then stepped forward and took hold of her shoulders before she could retreat, his pained, begging eyes gazing down at her. “Tell me if I would have any chance were our circumstances different.”

Friday, February 17, 2012

Thanks for taking a minute to read an excerpt from my work-in-progress.  Have a great day.
A beautiful woman was sending him an invitation every red-blooded man understood, and having already been deprived too many days of a woman’s touch, he felt a twinge of desire to accept, a tantalizing inclination that faded with astonishing haste.  Rupert wondered why the offer of such sweet nectar did not at once set him to orchestrating his conquest of the bold temptress, especially out here in a virtual wilderness away from opportunity.  Maybe getting dirt under his nails was cleaning up his morals.  Or perhaps a little distance between him and too much opportunity was giving him some perspective. 
My second Regency is mainly in the hero’s point-of-view.  Lord Rupert is the rakish son of the Marquess of Lansdowne.  His covert escapades to ferret out a ring of aristocratic criminals requires that he disappear into the British countryside for a short time under a false identity.  Here he meets Alexandra Dancy, a country miss whose family hides its aristocratic origins because they must guard a dark secret.  How can the two overcome the prejudices and hidden identities that divide them?  Sorry, you will just have to wait and read it to learn the answer.