Although I don’t write gothic romance, I’ve certainly read it, and I adore this evocative image. Are these steps ones you’d want to go up . . . or hastily down, and away?
So, yeah, we’ve been having a lot of snow lately.
This makes me smile.
Another excellent word for a romance writer, in whose work tensions often run high.
I used it at least once, in adverbial form, in You May Kiss the Bride:
Livia looked balefully at the rumpled heap of expensive, fragile gowns lying on the floor. So Cecily thought one of her old cast-offs might suit her for the ball? And Lady Glanville thought that she’d be thrilled, grateful, to peek out from behind a potted palm to enjoy a glimpse of luxury?
Well, they were wrong.
Livia jumped to her feet and went over to the gowns. She snatched them up and shoved them onto a low shelf of her armoire.
She was not going to the ball.
This snippet appears in Chapter 1. You can read the full excerpt here.
Call it willful denial, but the holidays aren’t over in my house. Not, at least, until we’ve finished our fudge.
By the way, the recipe is super-easy.
I love looking at book covers; it’s total eye candy for me. Here are some of my recent faves from Avon. Aren’t they gorgeous?!?
I have to admit two things. One: I’m a total bookmark person. (Almost anything will work in a pinch: envelopes, receipts, a movie ticket, Post-it notes, a piece of string . . .) Two: I have gotten huffy when people have dog-eared books I’m fond of.
Wishing you a year filled with love, and light, and all good things.