Sounds about right.
Sounds about right.
Podcast alert! If you’d like to listen in on a conversation between my amazing Avon editor Lucia Macro and me, in which we yak about the creative process, how I came to write You May Kiss the Bride, why romance novels have claimed their well-deserved place at the literary table, my upcoming The Redemption of Philip Thane, and more, click here!
. . . in creating my hero in The Redemption of Philip Thane. :)
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I’m itching to change the “his” to something more inclusive, but other than that I really like this quote!
What about you?
Or, possibly, both . . .
How we authors feel when a manuscript is DONE and off to the copyeditor . . .
. . . In my case, The Redemption of Philip Thane. :)
An excellent word!
I used it with pleasure in The Laird Takes a Bride, the second book in my Penhallow Dynasty series. Here, my hero Alasdair, who’s been forced into marriage with my heroine Fiona, has come grumpily into her morning-room with the express purpose of picking a fight:
“It’s stupid to quarrel about taste. I prefer furnishings that are less ornate.” Fiona pulled away the tartan shawl that had remained tucked over her, revealing a simple day-dress made in a singularly beautiful shade of lavender that even in his peppery temper Alasdair had to acknowledge as strikingly flattering to his wife’s pale complexion, dark-lashed blue eyes, silvery-blonde hair, even her slim figure. Why, she almost looked —
She almost looked —
For a moment there, he had thought her lovely.
Don’t be daft, man, he told himself harshly. Such sentimental thoughts were a trap, the chain around the ankle that jerked and tightened and dragged you down into the depths.
His dog Cuilean lifted his head and fixed those intelligent eyes on him, ears pricked as if questioningly, and Alasdair said shortly to Fiona:
“Is that a new gown, madam?”
There was a silence, during which Alasdair fought within himself. Why was he being so churlish? He ought to tell her how bonny a dress it was. But it felt like he would be giving away something he wanted — needed — to hang onto.
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This is how my heroes look at my heroines. ♥
So pleased that Frolic has shared my essay on how I came to write The Worst Duke in the World just as COVID hit: “In an incredibly stressful time, what’s cozier and more nourishing than a good comfort read?”
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And to learn more about The Worst Duke in the World, which Entertainment Weekly praised as “Enchanting . . . Champagne in book form — bubbly, fun, and intoxicating,” click here.
A word I like a lot!
I used it with pleasure in the very first book of my Penhallow Dynasty series, You May Kiss the Bride, in which we catch our earliest glimpse of the elderly Penhallow matriarch Henrietta, who figures importantly in the overarching storyline:
Gabriel Penhallow rode alongside the large, old-fashioned, perfectly sprung coach in which sat his grandmother and her companion Miss Cott. Its stately black panels as always were polished to a blinding gleam. Behind the coach, at a respectful distance, followed the light carriage bearing her dresser and maidservant as well as his valet, along with an astonishing quantity of his grandmother’s luggage.
He turned his head to look inside and saw his grandmother dozing, sitting bolt upright and her mouth firmly closed. Even in her sleep she was indomitable, he thought with a flicker of amusement.
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