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Friday, November 7, 2014

Visit Roaring 20's With The Muse and Nancy Fraser #Menage #eroticromance




Today we have erotic romance author Nancy Fraser in the hot seat, chatting about her latest release from Decadent Publishing, The Muse. This is a really interesting premise, a steamy menage set in the roaring 20's involving a jazz singer, an artist, and a heiress looking to expand her sexuality. It's definitely on my to-read list!

Nancy will be awarding a $15 GC to winner's choice of an online book retailer to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and another randomly drawn winner will be awarded a Reader's Coffee Mug (US/Canada - $5 GC for international winners).

Enjoy! 

~Mia

Interview questions for Nancy Fraser… 

Quick round:
Coffee, tea or…what’s your vice?  Coffee (4-5 cups a day) with double cream

Favorite Movie: While You Were Sleeping

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite book/author:  Chain Lightning by Elizabeth Lowell (an oldie from the early 1990s but a goodie)

How do you feel about bacon?  It’s a love/hate relationship. I love it, but I hate the way it sticks to my hips and ass.



The REAL questions…

Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m a grandmother to three beautiful girls and two handsome boys. I’m retired from the “outside” world and do my best to write 4-6 hrs a day/five days a week. However, “retired” also seems to be synonymous with … grandmas not busy she can do it!

I’ve been writing since the early 1990s and my first book was published in 1996. After a semi-amiable divorce, I had to give up writing for a while to actually support myself. I sold my second book in 2007 and haven’t looked back since.

I currently write for four different publishers. The Muse is my 16th published book. Book 17, Home is Where the Hunk is (a secret baby book with a twist) came out on the 22nd of this month and #18, Dream Lover, the fifth novella in my Golden Decade of Rock and Roll series, comes out on December 17th. I also have 4 releases set for early next year.
 
What’s under your bed?

There’s something under my bed? Yikes! Oh wait, those are just dust bunnies. Nothing to be afraid of.
  
What comes first, plot or characters?

Characters. I get a vision in my weirdly wired brain of a hero or a heroine and I think, “What could I do with this person that would make a good story?”

Pantser, plotter, or hybrid? Tell us about your writing process.

Plotter, at least for the outline of the book. I get that character in my head, decide what type of love interest would work best, jot down some ideas for story arcs, and then create a rough outline. I tweak as I go along. Then, once the book is done, I write a synopsis. I approach the synopsis like a student might do a book report. This works better for me than feeling like I have to write the book to fit the synopsis.


Oddest thing on your desk?

It might seem odd to anyone but me, but it’s a prop Daily Planet coffee mug from the set of the mid-1990’s show Lois and Clark, New Adventures of Superman. If you want a quick class in writing sexual tension … watch the reruns or download the series.

What’s your most interesting writing quirk?

Probably that I have to work on more than one thing at a time. It stifles my creativity to concentrate on just one project. I have to move from one story to another to keep the juices flowing.

What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write in?

The inevitable happy ending. Also the friendships I’ve made through writing, both with other writers and with readers. Romance authors and readers are the most upbeat and supportive people out there.

What is the hardest thing about being an author?

Deadlines and not enough time. Or, and this is my biggest fear … thinking of something that would have been PERFECT in your story the day after you’ve turned in the final galley.

What’s the easiest thing about being an author?

When someone asks, “What do you do?” being able to say, “I’m a published romance author.”  Sometimes the look on their faces is worth all those “hard” things.

What do you wish someone had asked you for an interview question? Here’s your chance to get the soap box out!

I’ve only been asked this once, but I got such a kick out of it, I wish more people would ask. 

What’s the strangest writing-related experience you’ve had since being published?

I was scheduled to sign at a library fundraising event. There were about a half dozen local authors scheduled to be there. I lived nearly an hour’s drive away and ran into some traffic so I was running late.

I’d just arrived and was standing near my assigned table talking with the librarian (probably apologizing for being tardy), when I saw two women looking at my book and trying to decide if they wanted to buy it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a third woman appeared. She sat down in MY seat, began talking up the book to the two ladies, and offered to autograph “her” book for them if they decided to buy it.

The librarian and I just stood there in stunned silence while one of the women handed her the book and said, “Please make it out to Susan.” The imposter then proceeded to write a small passage and sign my name.

As discreetly as she could, the librarian led the fake me away. I sat down at the table, apologized to the two customers, and signed a second book. I’m not sure what happened to the imposter but most likely the librarian asked her to leave.

Tell us about your latest release!

The Muse is the story of Susan Leland, a Hyde Park debutante raised in the lap of luxury. Despite her privileged upbringing, Susan is a very down-to-earth young lady. While she’s not a virgin, she is inexperienced. She’s also curious about her own sexuality. It’s the mid-1920s and everywhere you look there’s decadence. Susan wants some of the excitement for herself … just to see what she’s missing.

She and her friends frequent a local supper club that serves up good food, private stock booze, and hot jazz music. Susan finds herself inexplicably drawn to the club’s sultry torch singer, Holly Winters.

A chance meeting with artist Evan Forrester, a man she’d injured in a car accident months before, sets Susan on a course of self-discovery. When she gets the chance to pose for Evan, she finds herself caught – quite literally – between the artist and the singer. And, enjoying every minute of it.
  

This is my first erotic romance but definitely won’t be my last. I thoroughly enjoyed the freedom of being able to say and do whatever wicked thing came to mind. While I’ve always written steamy love scenes, it’s nice to be able to expand those barriers and let things land where they may.

Blurb for The Muse...
Privileged Hyde Park socialite, Susan Leland, wants more from life than being a rich man’s daughter. She wants excitement, daring, but most of all, she wants to explore her sexuality. A chance meeting with artist Evan Forrester, a man she’d met purely by ‘accident’ months earlier, leads Susan on a journey of sensual discovery that not only includes the handsome Evan, but also sultry torch singer, Holly Winters. Together, the singer and the artist uncover Susan’s utmost desires and unleash her inner vamp.


Available at Amazon

Excerpt for The Muse...
 Susan Leland handed her fox stole to the scantily dressed coat-check girl, took possession of the claim stub, and tucked it into her clutch. Off in the distance, she heard the smooth tones of jazz music, the clink and clatter of fine china and fancy glassware, the raucous laughter of the well-heeled patrons as they dined in elegance and gossiped about their friends and neighbors.

“Good evening, Miss Leland.”

“Good evening, Andre. Is Mr. Adams here yet?”

“No, but Mr. Carlson arrived a few moments ago. I seated him at your usual spot.”

Susan wound her way through the richly adorned tables until she reached the far side of the large stage. “Hello, Steven.”

Steven Carlson stood, captured Susan’s hand in his, pressed a quick kiss to her fingertips and then waited while she accepted the chair Andre pulled out for her.

“Hi, Susie-Q. You look absolutely ravishing, as always.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty well turned out yourself, for someone who’s spent his entire day behind a desk, pushing a pencil over some stuffy legal papers.”

“It’s called a job, Susan,” Steven replied sarcastically. “You should try it some time.”

“I do work,” she insisted. “I volunteer three days a month at the home for the aged. And, I’m thinking about writing a book, a tawdry little novel about a woman who falls in love with an absolute cad. I’ll call him Steven.” Not expecting a response, she glanced toward the door and asked, “Any idea how long we’ll have to wait for Will this evening?”

Steven turned as she had, scanning the large dining room. “Knowing Will, it’s likely he’s just now leaving his friend’s apartment on the north side.”

She settled back into her chair. The revelation that the young man she’d known since their teenage years had been hiding a huge secret from her sat uncomfortably on her shoulders. “Is he doing all right since his family turned him out?”

“He’s doing fine. Justin is a good man and won’t let any harm come to Will.”

For as long as their illicit liaison lasts. Susan pursed her lips, holding in the first thought that came to mind.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

Connect with Nancy on the Web



Twitter: https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor  @nfraserauthor


Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7206382.Nancy_Fraser

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Contest Details

Nancy will be awarding a $15 GC to winner's choice of an online book retailer to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and another randomly drawn winner will be awarded a Reader's Coffee Mug (US/Canada - $5 GC for international winners).


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Melissa MacKinnon's Return to Me Book Blast #historical



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Melissa will be awarding $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please click the banner to see additional stops on the tour.

Archaean bounty hunter Marek Coinnich isn't particularly fond of Engels. In fact, he prefers them dead. But to save his injured brother, he must enter the manor of an Engel enemy. Marek finds himself enthralled by the slave girl nursing his brother back to health. When his enchantment with her lands them in a compromising position, he refuses to let the young beauty pay for the misunderstanding with her life.

Brynn of Galhaven prefers to keep to the shadows. When she is ruined by an outsider, she barely escapes with her life and finds herself left alone in an unforgiving land. Through her struggles to survive, Brynn discovers a world she never imagined and never forgets the enemy Archaean who stole her heart.

Marek can’t deny his desire for Brynn, but these are wartimes, and she is the enemy. And though love knows no prejudice, the world in which he lives isn’t nearly as forgiving.


Now enjoy an excerpt:

It was the scream that caught his attention, the sound of pure terror. A woman’s ultimate terror — he’d heard it many a time throughout his hardened life. For a quick moment, Marek’s eyes shifted in search of the treeline instead of the soldier he battled. The swing of an Engel sword narrowly missed his shoulder and sent him staggering backward on his heels. Marek barely escaped the bone-crushing blow. The soldier advanced on horseback, whereas Marek battled on foot. Regaining his stance, he blocked the Engel’s next blow with only seconds to spare. He couldn’t focus — he worried for her safety. Damn woman. He was going to get himself killed.

Marek was torn between the two battles. Did he attempt to fight the man he engaged, praying Brynn could fend off her attacker until he could reach her, or did he make a run for her, hoping to surpass his own battle? Given another few minutes, Marek would slay his opponent. Another scream sent him reeling. The Engel held a blade high above her.

Damn, she won’t be afforded another few minutes. He was out of time, and no risk was greater than that of her life. Narrowing his eyes, Marek charged his opponent and wrenched him to the ground. The soldier, caught off guard, slid from the saddle, dropping his weapon. With one swift jerk, Marek’s sword slid along the man’s throat, severing it. A wild fray of blood spurted at the sky as the body slumped to the ground. Marek spun on his heels to race across the field.

Losing his footing to the slick mud, he skidded to his knees, realizing he’d never make it to her side in time. The soldier would have the dagger in her chest before he could intercept. Marek fumbled for the protruding handle of the knife still wedged in his boot. Finding it, he pulled the blade from its sheath. With his heart racing and his hand oddly trembling, he whirled the knife into the back of the soldier’s skull.



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Melissa grew up surrounded by dragons, fearsome creatures, and damsels in distress from the wonderful world of make believe. She soon found her ideas on paper, littering her desk with world maps and character biographies. Study hall was used not for homework but for writing. Although she pursued a career in theater, the written word never left her. Melissa now leads a full life with her husband and children (five amazingly adorable clones to be exact), though she still finds time to write in her “spare time”. She sports a Military Wife badge of honor, and is lucky enough to have her own knight in camo armor.

Melissa enjoys writing everything from sexy, sword-toting heroes to spit-out-your coffee funny romantic comedies. Her passion lies within the ancient walls of fantasy and historical romance, where anything is possible.

Melissa MacKinnon: http://melissamackinnon.com/

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Blazing The West with Dawn Luedecke #TWRP #HistoricalRomance #western



Today we have fellow The Wild Rose Press author Dawn Luedecke and her Blazing The West book tour, featuring her latest release, To Tame a Montana Heart. She's discussing using personal experiences in her books. For additional tour dates, events and more, visit: Dawn Luedecke's Website.

~Mia. 

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Writing your personal experiences 
by 
Dawn Luedecke

With each book I write, I leave a little piece of myself. I believe this is true for all authors, but just how much does an author reveal in his/her books? For me, I use personal experiences as inspiration for subplots. I’ve even used events from my sisters life in my book.

In ‘To Tame a Montana Heart’, the inspiration for my heroine Dusty comes from my youngest sister. I have watched her throughout our lives and realized how she makes a perfect heroine for a fictional romance, and I ran with it. Many of the things that happen to my heroine, have in fact happened to my sister.

In other books, I often use events that have happened in my life, or things I have seen. For instance, in book 2 of my Montana Girl series, Big Sky Brazen, I fashioned a character in my book after a guy I saw at the gym. I did not meet or speak to the guy, and didn’t use his likeness, but the character traits I saw in him made for the perfect character.

There are many other experiences of mine in my stories, but I’ll let you guess at which scenes those are. In the meantime, would you like to see a sneak peek into just one of those scenes? Can you guess what in this scene is from personal experience?

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Blurb for To Tame a Montana Heart...

Running from a past of privilege, deceit, and danger, Travis Simms is ready to settle down. What better place to forget all he left behind than the quiet little Montana town of Lolo Hot Springs? His goal is clear — build a hotel and his own destiny without complications —until one of the town’s most troublesome women captures his attention.

Dusty Larson is hell bent on independence, helping her sister run the Triple D Ranch. She can do anything a man can, and do it better, so she certainly doesn’t need one in her life. The only problem is she seems to attract bad luck and danger...and Travis. Can he tame her wild ways and keep his bachelor status intact — or does he risk losing his heart?


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Excerpt of To Tame a Montana Heart...

From what Travis could gather, three horses had gone missing the day before, and the rest late last night. With some kind of unspoken communication, DeEtte, Dolly and Cousin Johnny collected gear and prepared for their journey. Ezek had been sent ahead to scout the area and locate the trail. The rest of them would stay behind and run the ranch.

The riders loaded up and mounted their horses. Travis called out to warn of an approaching rider just when DeEtte swung her leg over the pommel. The crowd looked around and saw the puff of dust as it plumed, just above the tree line. They waited in anticipation as a buggy came barreling into view.

The prim driver raised her chin in a blatant show of defiance against the shocked stares of the by-standers. The carriage wheels ground over the rocks as it rolled near the barn and stopped. With all the regal bearing of the Queen of England, Justine exited her carriage and walked with determination toward the crowd that now stared at her in open-mouthed confusion.

Travis watched her pull off her gloves and approach the crowd.

“Oh, close your mouth, Cousin. You didn’t think I could hear about this and not come to help did you?” Justine looked at Johnny and turn to scan the rest of the group. “I assume Dusty and Travis will hold down the ranch…congratulations by the way.” She nodded in their direction.

“I will stay in DeEtte’s room and watch over your house.” Justine eyed the little building with apparent speculation. “Is this it?” She glanced at DeEtte and back to the front door. “Charming. Some flower beds out front would make it look better, I think.”

The heel of her shoes echoed off the porch roof when she climbed the steps. Travis looked from one person to another. Each one had a look of bewilderment.

“Do be a good boy and get my luggage from the buggy, Jackson,” she threw over her shoulder and disappeared into the house.

“Odd,” DeEtte said.

Dusty looked from the door in which Justine had disappeared to DeEtte. “Yes it is…but if you think about it, she has always been there for us when we needed her. I just never imagined she would actually come and live on the ranch. Do you think she knows she’ll have to use an outhouse?”

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More about Dawn Luedecke...

A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit www.dawnluedecke.com.


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Twitter: @d_luedecke

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Gangster's Kiss with Ginger Ring #historical

Today we have Ginger Ring, discussing her latest release, The Gangster's Kiss. This is her first full length historical romance. She has a copy to give away to one lucky comment leaver, so stay tuned for details.

~Mia

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Interview questions for Ginger Ring

Quick round:
Coffee, tea or…what’s your vice? Iced coffee
Favorite Movie: The Godfather
Favorite Color: green
Favorite book/author: Morning Glory by Lavyrle Spencer
How do you feel about bacon? Everything taste better with it.

In honor of a gangster book we have bacon weaponry. 


The REAL questions…
Tell us a little about yourself. I’m a Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers.  I love tracking down old gangster haunts, stopping at historical landmarks, and spending time on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with my husband.

What’s under your bed? 
Dust bunnies, a cat or two, and books.

What comes first, plot or characters? 
Since this was a historical, I worked on the plot first and then added the characters.

Pantser, plotter, or hybrid?
This is my first full length book so I did plot it out and then filled in the spaces.

Oddest thing on your desk?
 A cat, real ones. Lol They stare at me until I feed them.

What’s your most interesting writing quirk? 
I like to find the right sound track or music to go with the time period, genre.

What’s your favorite thing about the genre you write in? 
The story takes place locally so it was great finding out the history of the famous, and infamous, people that use to live here.

What is the hardest thing about being an author?
I’m not very organized.

What’s the easiest thing about being an author? 
Being excited about books and what everyone is writing about.

What do you wish someone had asked you for an interview question? 
So are you excited about winning an academy award for best screenplay? Yeah, that would be a cool one.  J

Tell us about your latest release! It is a prohibition era romance that takes place in a small town in Northern Wisconsin.

Blurb for The Gangster’s Kiss… 
John O’Malley’s sister is missing. All the clues of her disappearance lead to Hayward County, Wisconsin and the crooks and questionable sheriff that reside there. Pretending to be one of them, John takes a job as bodyguard for the sheriff’s beautiful sister, Grace. It seems like the perfect way to investigate their crimes and corruption, but when someone threatens to kill Grace, the job proves harder than he thought. Is she an innocent witness to a crime, or just as guilty as everyone else?

Grace Sullivan just wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.


Available at Amazon 

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Excerpt for A Gangster's Kiss...

“You can come out, Miss Sullivan. I mean you no harm.” A low voice with a slight Irish accent called from the road. How did he know her name? She risked a peek. It was the man from the car. The one Daniel had just hired.
“Why are you chasing me?” Her voice did not sound nearly as strong as she wanted it to be.
“Begging your pardon, miss, I wasn’t chasing you.” She looked again. He stood relaxed and leaning on one leg. His left hand tucked into a trouser pocket. A suit coat folded over his forearm. A shotgun in one hand and a gun holster looped around each shoulder. “Your brother sent me to make sure you made it home safely.”
“Why would he do that? I’ve walked home safely plenty of times by myself.” She gripped the stick even tighter.
“Not to worry you none, miss, but there has been word of some kidnappings farther south. I’m sure you are quite capable of taking care of yourself but that twig in your hand will not save you from a bad man with a big gun.”
“And how do I know you are not a bad man with a big gun?” Her eyes glared at the weapon in his hand.
He chuckled and kicked a rock to the side with his shoe. “I have a big gun, yes, but if I was a bad man you would not be still standing there asking that question.” He switched the shotgun to his other hand and motioned her forward. “Please come out. We need to get off this road and get you home.”
Grace looked both directions down the road before stepping cautiously from behind the tree, the club still clutched tightly in her hand behind her back and the basket in the other. “What was your name again, boy?” She puffed out her chest. Her chin lifted and she began to walk in the direction of home again.
“O’Malley, John O’Malley, miss, and I am no boy.” He grinned down at her and winked.
“That’s debatable. Real men don’t follow lone women on their walk home and frighten them to death.”
“I’m sorry I frightened you, Miss Sullivan. That was not my intention. Mr. Sullivan didn’t realize you were leaving town until it was too late. I said I would make sure you arrived in one piece.”
Grace smirked. “I’ll have you know, Mr. O’Malley, I have made it home in one piece for many years without your help.” She didn’t know who to be angrier with, her brother for treating her like a child, or the man beside her.
“Here, let me carry that basket for you.” John reached to take it from her.
“It’s quite all right.” She eyed the shotgun in his hand. “It looks like you have enough to carry.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken.” His warm hand touched hers as he grabbed the handle of her wicker basket. The brief contact sent goose bumps up her arm. They each held tight to the handle as they walked. “My mother, God rest her soul, raised me to be a gentleman. A gentleman never lets a lady carry her burdens alone.”
“And what do you know of my burdens, Mr. O’Malley?” She challenged.
“I don’t, but I think for the time being,” he slowed and nodded ahead, “it might be best if you dropped that club you’re carrying and hold your basket yourself.” He released his hold on the basket and moved the shotgun back to his right hand.
Grace looked where he indicated and her step faltered. It was him. The man she recognized from dinner last night. The club slipped from her fingers and made a thud when it hit the dirt.
“Don’t worry,” John whispered in her ear, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The man leaned against his car, shaving wood with a knife. “Miss Sullivan, we meet again,” he called from ahead, not bothering to look in her direction. He’d been waiting for her. Grace and John said nothing as they approached, but the stranger continued to speak, “You know, I still can’t figure out where I know you from. As I told you, I never forget a face.” He stopped whittling and stood. “It will come to me.”
Grace could feel tension fill the man beside her. Not wanting things to get out of hand, she inhaled a deep breath and addressed the intruder, “I’m afraid it is as I told you last night. I seldom go anywhere, so you must surely have me confused with someone else.” Grace and John slowed their gait as they approached the car, but kept walking. She turned as they passed and walked backward a few steps. “By the way, sir, what is your name?” Grace inquired, as she moved.
“The name’s Ed. Eddie ‘The Knife’ Killian.” He removed his hat and bowed his head.
Grace shook her head. “No, sorry. It doesn’t ring a bell. Maybe you know my friend here?” She gestured an elegant hand at John. “His name is John, Johnnie ‘Big Gun’ O’Malley. Good day to you, Mr. Killian.” She tucked her hand in the crook of John’s elbow and kept walking.

The woman had spunk, that’s for sure. Her hand tightened in the crook of his arm, but she’d stood up to that man like he was a rude schoolboy. She was obviously more than just a pretty face. John looked back to make sure the man wasn’t following. Good. Killian started his car and was heading toward town.
“You can relax. He’s going.” John reassured. “Friend of yours?”
“Hardly.” She turned her head to watch the retreating car. “He was at the house last night and insists that we are acquainted.” Her fingers still gripped his arm.
“Did he do something to upset you? Because if he did...” John stopped and looked at her pale face.
“No. It was nothing.” She dropped her hand from his arm and started walking.
“Are you sure? Maybe we need to tell Sheriff Sullivan about this.” He tried to retrieve her basket again.
“No. Please.” Her voice trembled, but was firm. “I don’t want to cause any trouble. My brother has enough things to worry about without dealing with some man that obviously thinks I am someone else.” Her blue eyes threatened tears. For a second, he had the urge take her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but things weren’t okay. She was not his girl and none of his concern. This was just a job. John turned to make sure Killian was still on his way.
He’d let it go for now, but he would be keeping an eye out for the man. Something wasn’t right. John didn’t know Grace very well, but he could always tell when someone was lying.

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Connect with Ginger Ring on the Web!

Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/1fslijd




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Contest Details 
If you were a gangster what would your nickname be? Ginger will pick her favorite from the comments and  will email the winner an ebook of The Gangster’s Kiss.

Thanks for stopping by!


Monday, December 9, 2013

Shelley Munro, Weaving The Frost Fair Into Mistress of Merrivale #Historical #romance


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Today we have talented historical romance author, Shelley Munro! She's penned a brilliantly interesting post on The Frost Fair and how she weaves this event into her soon-t0-be-released historical, Mistress of Merrivale. Shelley also has a contest running this week. Leave a comment, do the Rafflecopter thingie's bidding and you shall have a chance at winning The Spurned Viscountess

Enjoy! 

~Mia

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The Frost Fair

Let’s travel back in time…

Imagine yourself in England—London, to be precise. It’s almost Christmas or Yule, and it’s cold. There’s an air of excitement because the Thames has frozen over. Traders are rubbing their hands together. Local residents are anxiously watching proceedings. Children are gleeful because if the cold snap continues, the ice will be thick enough for a Frost Fair.

So what is a Frost Fair? Here’s the scoop. The old London Bridge caused the water to run slowly and during cold conditions the water froze, sometimes for months. When the ice was thick enough to support weight, the frozen Thames became a playground. Locals played games and skated on the ice. Local traders set up booths and the crowds flocked to the Thames to join in the festivities.

I write historical romances set during the 18th century, a little before the official Regency period. If the characters from The Spurned Viscountess and Mistress of Merrivale were to travel to London for the Yule season they might go shopping for trinkets and gifts to give their loved ones.

The Thames froze over during these years in the 18th century: 1709, 1716, 1740, 1768 (a little frozen), 1776, 1785 (a little frozen), 1788, 1795. Source~Wikipedia.

So let’s get back to the fun.

Jocelyn and Leo Townsend from Mistress of Merrivale are strolling on the ice. Leo has his daughter’s hand firmly in his grasp. Cassie’s eyes are wide as she gazes at a juggler. Then a puppet show grabs her attention. Jocelyn laughs and together, she and Cassie drag Leo over to join the crowd.

Once the show finishes, they visit a ribbon seller. Jocelyn buys several ribbons to give as gifts and lets Cassie choose one for herself. Cassie picks a scarlet ribbon and insists that Jocelyn tie it in her hair immediately.

Leo buys cups of hot cider and slices of spicy gingerbread. They meander through the crowds and pause to watch some acrobats. A roar comes from across the way, an animalistic growl and a louder shriek. Jocelyn takes on quick look in that direction and urges Cassie to move on to see the sailing ship, stuck firmly in the middle of the ice. There’s no need for Cassie to catch a glimpse of the bear baiting.

The scent of cooking meat fills the air while men and women shout of their wares. “Hot beef here!”
“Oranges! Oranges!”
“Buy Frost Fair prints here!”

Occasionally, the ice creaks. A group of children jeer at a hunchback while three young maids giggle and clap at the antics of a strolling minstrel.

The hour grows late, and Leo, Jocelyn and Cassie make their way to their carriage. Cassie goes to sleep on the way home while Jocelyn cuddles against her husband’s side. His hand rests on her rounded stomach, and they both laugh softly when their baby kicks. A family outing to the Frost Fair ends with love and a snatched kiss just before the footmen opens the carriage door, and Leo hustles them inside out of the cold.

Note: The last Frost Fair took place during the winter of 1813-1814 when the ice was thick enough to lead an elephant across the river near Blackfriars Bridge. New innovation during the Victorian era increased the flow of the river and ended the entertainment known as the Frost Fair.

Sources: London by Peter Ackroyd, Georgian London, Into the Streets by Lucy Inglis and Daily Life in 18th Century England by Kirstin Olsen.

Meet Jocelyn and Leo in Mistress of Merrivale, due out March 2014, and currently available for pre-order at Amazon http://amzn.to/1eW93rW

Jocelyn Townsend’s life as a courtesan bears no resemblance to the life she envisioned in girlish dreams. But it allows her and her eccentric mother to live in relative security—until her protector marries and no longer requires her services.

Desperate to find a new benefactor, one kind enough to accept her mother’s increasingly mad flights of fancy, Jocelyn is nearly overwhelmed with uncertainty when a lifeline comes from an unexpected source.

Leo Sherbourne’s requirements for a wife are few. She must mother his young daughter, run his household, and warm his bed. All in a calm, dignified manner with a full measure of common sense. After his late wife’s histrionics and infidelity, he craves a simpler, quieter life.

As they embark on their arrangement, Leo and Jocelyn discover an attraction that heats their bedroom and a mutual admiration that warms their days. But it isn’t long before gossip regarding the fate of Leo’s first wife, and his frequent, unexplained absences, make Jocelyn wonder if the secrets of Merrivale Manor are rooted in murder…

Warning: Contains mysterious incidents, a mad mother who screeches without provocation, scheming relatives, and a captivating husband who blows scorching hot and suspiciously cold. All is not as it seems…and isn’t that delicious?


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Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand with her husband and a cheeky puppy called Bella. To learn more about Shelley and her books visit her website at http://www.shelleymunro.com

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