Words to live by.
Words to live by.
Some days are just like that, you know?
Mama floof and baby floofs. (Flooves?)
A terrific word for a romance writer, don’t you think?
I used it a variant of it in You May Kiss the Bride:
Clearly, there was more to that exasperating man than only stubborn arrogance. Livia began to feel regretful at parting from him two days ago in the Pump Room with what she had to now admit was outright churlishness. But he had bowed over her hand with such cool remoteness, and had given no indication as to his plans.
Oh, she must, and would, thank him as soon as next she saw him! She would be very proper and aloof, of course, but gracious. Not unlike an empress acknowledging a worthy gesture from a subordinate. That would be the ideal note to strike. And she would not, absolutely would not, lose her temper.
Caught up in this beguiling vision of herself, Livia jumped when Mrs. Penhallow rapped her knuckles on the table, and turned startled eyes to her hostess.
“I daresay you had a very good reason for ignoring me,” said the old lady with withering sarcasm. “Perhaps you were wondering what the dessert course will be?”
A surprisingly accurate depiction of my writing process.
Avon Books is hosting a Goodreads giveaway for You May Kiss the Bride. 20 advance reader copies are up for grabs!
Available to U.S. Goodreads members, this giveaway started today, and ends on January 24, 2017. Click here to enter. Good luck!
The second book in my Penhallow Dynasty series, The Laird Takes a Bride, takes place in Scotland. So, yes, there are sheep. Toward the end of the story, sheep play a small and (if I may say so) delightful role. I imagine them looking rather like this.
“Hardwick Ewes” by Seren Bell; more about her here. This image was posted on Twitter by Helen Warlow.
You can preorder the Kindle edition of The Laird Takes a Bride here. It’ll be available on August 29, 2017. (More info about other formats coming soon.)
Saw on Twitter how the Humane Society of Utah creates “photo-booth” portraits of their adoptable dogs. Which is so brilliant and so artful and, most importantly, really successful. Have to share a few of them with you.
More about the Humane Society of Utah here.
I was fascinated to read an article about the Museum of Broken Relationships, which houses “artifacts from failed unions, most of them mundane under ordinary circumstances. A single stiletto heel. A wine opener. A worn old Snoopy doll. But when isolated in a glass case or hanging on a white wall and accompanied by a caption, the objects become imbued with heartache or regret. Or freedom.” As an avid museum-goer, I’d love to visit.
Of course, one of the great joys in my profession is to ensure that no matter what obstacles my protagonists encounter, all will end well. Hmmmm. Maybe they should stock some romance novels in the gift shop . . . ?
More about the “brokenships” museum here.