Top 5 with Wendy LaCapra!

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Hello Melanie, Connie, Leah and Bookworm2Bookworm readers! Thank you for inviting me to share my top 5 books to movie/series.

I had to think hard about my answers. I did not want to list a book-to-movie combination where I didn’t enjoy both. And somehow, for most of the recent books-to-movies, I’ve been acquainted with the story on one end and not the other. 50 Shades? Read the book, didn’t see the movie. Hunger Games? Saw the movies, didn’t read the books. Here’s the list I came up with:

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Jane Eyre, 2011
The cinematography was fantastic and the romance breathtaking. Truly, the movie did one of my favorite novels justice. And ooh, Michael Fassbender.

Pride and Prejudice, 1995

I dearly hope small-screen mini-series count, because this one brought Jane Austen to life like no other version. And then there is, of course, the invention of Colin Firth’s The Look.

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I probably never would have read Defoe’s classic Moll Flanders, but a professor assigned it as part of a class and it ended up becoming a favorite. Alex Kingston does a fantastic job of bringing the flawed and wonderful Moll to life. And Daniel Craig looks quite dashing in 18th century garb.

Practical Magic, 1998
The movie may be a bubble gum version of pmthe Alice Hoffman book, but I love the portrayal of sister-love between Sally & Gillian Owens. And Aidan Quinn? Le grand sigh. (I am sensing a pattern here…)

The Joy Luck Club, 1993
I’ve read Amy Tan’s book about 5 times and own the movie. I love this story linking mothers to daughters and beautifully rendering the threads that jlccontinue make patterns from one lifetime into the next. And, to continue my alternate theme, Andrew McCarthy cuts a fine figure in his small part.

Looking over my 5, I see another pattern—stories that have strong female friendships/ and or sisters. Even lonely Jane had Diana and Mary Rivers (who help her recover and turn out to be her cousins). Three strong, female friends form the basis of The Furies trilogy, and so I’m not surprised I’m drawn to strong friendships in movies and fiction.

I’d love to hear some book-to-movie favorites from bookworm2bookworm readers!

lv wlcBOOK BLURB: Not every lady plays by the rules.

Lady Lavinia Vaile knows what happens to a woman who puts her faith in society. For her, it was a disastrous marriage to a depraved man-one she threatened to shoot when she left him. Now Lavinia lives outside of society’s strict conventions, hosting private gambling parties. It’s only when her husband is shot dead that Lavinia finds herself in terrible danger…

A former judge in India’s high court, Maximilian Harrison will do anything he can to help Lavinia. In the darkest of times, he held on to thoughts of her and the love they once shared. Now he risks his own position in society―along with his ambitions―in order to clear her name. Yet as desire reignites between them, Lavinia remains caught up in secrets and shame. Her only salvation is to do the unthinkable…and trust in both Maximilian and love.

EXCERPT:

Max sounded urgent. He crouched and reached out. His touch was gentle and his hands were warm. Skin against skin. He must have removed his gloves. His palm’s heat warmed her chilled cheek.

He was real. This warm, vital man caressing her face was the reason she had survived the dark days of her marriage. Whenever the night had seemed frightening or endlessly lonely, she had lulled herself to sleep by silently repeating his name. She’d used him like a blanket, curling his image close and tucking herself into remnants of remembered love.

The memory caused another searing pain, and she pulled her legs into her chest.

“Hush, love, hush,” he whispered.

His breath tickled her face, contrasting the cool breeze blowing across the water.

Strange. Breathing was so much easier with him close. But everything was wrong. She was angry at him. Why?

Because he left me to find his fortune. Because he left me alone and vulnerable to men like Vaile. She waited for her anger to pulse to life. Instead her heart said, he is here now.

She made no move to push him back and may have even leaned toward him.

His lips touched—softly—against her forehead. He spoke, but she could not understand his words. He was saying something about protection and safety…

Yes, safety.

What an inviting thought.

How long had it been since love surrounded her? Since she had been warmed by place and family and home? After she had left Vaile, every letter she’d sent home had been returned to her as if home had never existed, as if she had never existed. But she’d been loved once, hadn’t she? Max was living proof.

She raised her eyes to his. Past and present, fantasy and reality, they all swirled together.

“Oh, Vinia.”

She parted her lips as he spoke the affectionate name she had not heard for an eternity. He brushed his mouth against hers. His kiss’s warmth was soothing and tender.

Yes, tenderness.

Need uncoiled in her belly, and her knotted shoulders miraculously loosened. She floated—soft and sentient.

Yes. Please. More.

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Wendy LaCapraAUTHOR BIO: Wendy LaCapra has been reading romance since she sneaked into the adult section at the library and discovered Victoria Holt & Jane Aiken Hodge.

From that point on, she dreamed of creating fictional worlds with as much richness, intrigue and passion as she found within those books. Her stories have placed in several contests, including the 2012 Golden Heart®. She lives in NYC with her husband and loves to hear from readers.

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VK Sykes’s Release Week Blitz!

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Top 5 favourite book heroines:

cots epAmelia Peabody, from the Amelia Peabody mystery series by Elizabeth Peters: Amelia is smart, strong-minded, stubborn, unintentionally hilarious, and she never backs down—even when her adorable, blustering, and very loud husband is making a mpcommotion.
- Mary Poppins: She can fly and she has the best purse in the history of fiction.
- Jessica Trent, from Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase: los lcJessica faces down the biggest, meanest rake in England and comes out on top. Even better, she sees the tortured soul behind the tough facade and helps Dain find his much-needs redemption. tid mb
- Inspector Mina Wentworth from The Iron Duke, by Meljean Brook: Mina is a smart, resilient person facing down bigotry and hostility in her profession as a police inspector. Despite the trp gschallenges, she never lets go of her innate decency and desire to do good.
- Rosie Jarman from The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion: Rosie is smart, funny, and more than capable of handling the uber-eccentric Don.
Tell us some of your all time favorite heroines …..

 

Meet Me at The Beach

Sykes_Meet Me at the Beach_MMBOOK BLURB: When Lily Doyle spots her high school crush Aiden Flynn on the inbound ferry, she knows trouble is about to dock in Seashell Bay. And not just because he’s more handsome than ever. If Aiden’s in town, the rumors must be true about his family’s plan to sell their coastal land to the highest bidder. But Lily will do whatever it takes to convince the hottest guy on the beach to protect their idyllic island home.

Gorgeous Lily Doyle was the only thing Aiden missed after he escaped from his hometown to play pro baseball. Now all Aiden wants is to wrap up the business deal and get back to his life, not relive a past that still haunts him. But as memories rush in about the night of passion he and Lily shared long ago, everything else washes right out to sea-everything except the desire that still burns between them.

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vksAUTHOR BIO: V. K. Sykes is a wife/husband writing team-Vanessa Kelly and Randall Sykes-who write romantic suspense and single title contemporary romance.  One of the great things they appreciate about being writers is that they can work anywhere so Vanessa and Randy split their time between Ontario, Canada, in the summer and Florida in the winter. Both locations have shores just as beautiful as the imaginary Seashell Bay.

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Happy Valentine’s Day from b2b & Jon Paul Ferrara!

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Today, b2b is in seventh heaven because Jon Paul had agreed to stop by and share his new cover art and a bit of himself with us.

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*To enlarge, click on the image. You’ll love it more enlarged ;)

When it comes to romance book illustrations, this man is on fire! He is the best, and if you’re lucky to have one of your books illustrated by him, you know what I’m talking about. His illustrations are not just mesmerizing but can tell the story that’s within the pages of the books he’s doing the cover art for. Seriously, I could go on and on about how much I love his illustrations, but I won’t because they speak for themselves.

Ever wonder where the starting point is when it comes to illustrations? Check these out!

Behind the Scenes. Photo reference to the left, art to the right.

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The blue dress illustration… which piece do you like better on a cover The full art on the right or the cropped version on the left?

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Entertainment Weekly Magazine approached me last year to do an illustration for the inside of their magazine. It was in the Oct 24th issue and it is an eight page article about how big the Romance Industry is. My art was a double page spread. Models: John DeSalvo and Colleen

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This is my version on the right. Before and After…”Woman photoshopped to fit the definition of beauty in 25 countries.”

Five Questions With Jon Paul Ferrara

Melanie: Jon, as you know, today a lot of fans of EL James’ ’50 Shades of Gray’ will be taking their significant others to the opening of the movie, so my first question is: Tell us your favorite book to movie/series?

Jon Paul Ferrara: Without question The Thorn Birds  ;)

Melanie: Oh, that’s a good one! I loved the series, but never read the book.

My next question is in regards to book illustrations. What’s your favorite book illustration that is not done by you?

Jon Paul Ferrara: ‘The Midnight Fury’ by Susan Ellen Gross. I was only twenty-one when I saw the illustration of it which was done by Pino Daeni. I fell in love with the art when I saw it in person at Pino’s studio before I got in the industry. I have a copy of the book next to me when I work. It symbolize the inspiration of what made me want to be a romance illustrator in the first place.

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Melanie: This one looks familiar! I have a very similar illustration you sent me with you in it. It is my favorite!

Who is your favorite musical artist?

Jon Paul Ferrara: It’s Paul McCartney and his version with the Beatles “And I Love Her”

Melanie: What are you favorite song lyrics?

Jon Paul Ferrara: Buddy Holly’s ‘True Love Ways’

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Melanie: Gotta a favorite poet, or two?

Jon Paul Ferrara: I’m a romantic at heart Melanie, you know that! I love reading Ralph Waldo Emerson and John Keats. And how about we put your readers on the spot too, and see if they’ll answer at least 3 out of the 5 you just asked me? Anyone wants one of my signed illustrations can jump right in ;)

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Melanie: Dude, thanks so-so-so much for stopping by today and sharing this Valentin’s Day with us.

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If I were commissioned to do your portrait, which piece do you see yourself in? I’m curious to see what your choice would be ;)

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To learn more about Jon Paul, please visit his website or FB page and in the meantime check this fan made You Tube video. I loved it!

Spotlight on Jane Goodger and ‘The Spinster Bride’

I have a confession to make. Sometimes I love my secondary characters just as much as my two main leads.

This was not the case in THE SPINSTER BRIDE. Oh, I certainly adored George, my heroine’s odd and beloved younger brother. But about half way through writing the book I realized I had a big problem. I loathed Marjorie’ mother, Dorothea. She was mean, nasty, and wholly unlikeable. And yet my heroine, her daughter, loved her. Why? Was Majorie stupid? Blind? And why was Dorothea such a miserable person?

I realized I had created a cartoonish villain and I don’t write cartoonish villains. For one, I rarely actually have villains in my book, and when I do I try to insert a bit of humanity into them. Because even a villain has something good in them (I’m the eternal optimist).

I didn’t want to make her a rotten person. I wanted to understand her. And so, I gave her a story, one that began when she was a young, hopeful girl madly in love with a man so far out of her league it was heartbreaking. I loved that young, hopeful girl. My heart ached for her. I could relate to the young girl even if I could not relate to the older, bitter one.

This scene with Dorothea and her mother neatly speaks to why she became the woman she did:

 “Your Aunt Frances is getting on in years. The last time she was here, we talked about perhaps having you live with her. Keep her company. She’s so isolated out there in Ipswich.”

Dread fell heavy and hard on Dorothea’s stomach. Going to live with a widowed aunt was tantamount to completely giving up on any hope of securing a husband.

“But Ascot’s only two weeks away. I did so want to attend this year. And it’s the middle of the season. I cannot possibly go now, Mother.”

Her mother looked away, giving her head a subtle shake. “I do not mean to be cruel, Dorothea, but I believe that particular ship has sailed. You are twenty-eight years old, my dear. It is time you come to accept that you will never marry. You haven’t had a single prospect in ten years. To continue as you have been is to deny your circumstances.”

Dorothea swallowed heavily. It was true. No man had ever courted her, even though she had a sizeable dowry. It was not so unusual to be passed by, but Dorothea had never truly thought it would happen to her. “Lord Smythe—”

“For goodness sake, Dorothea, Lord Smythe has no more interest in marrying you than he would one of his hunting dogs.”

Tears flooded Dorothea’s eyes, and her throat hurt so much it felt as if someone were squeezing it. “That was cruel, Mother.”

Her mother’s eyes softened. “No, my dear, it’s the truth. And it’s high time you understood that. You are a good girl, kind and generous. But not every kind and generous girl finds a husband.” She picked up her fork. “You should probably begin packing tomorrow.”

Dorothea’s story is a vital part of THE SPINSTER BRIDE. Without it, I think it would be more difficult for the reader to relate to Marjorie, my heroine. I truly believe that giving secondary characters (not just the ones that will appear in a planned sequel) a bit more stage time (so to speak) can make a huge difference in the reading experience.

If you read THE SPINSTER BRIDE, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Dorothea. Do you still hate her? Or did she manage to get into your heart just a bit?

‘The Spinster Bride’

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For he has the unfortunate habit of falling for each Season’s loveliest debutante, only to have his heart broken when she weds another. Surely Lady Marjorie Penwhistle can help him. She’s sensible, clever, knows the ton, and must marry a peer, which he is not. Since she’s decidedly out of his reach, Charles is free to enjoy her refreshing honesty—and her unexpectedly enticing kisses…

Lady Marjorie Penwhistle doesn’t want a husband…

At least not the titled-but-unbearable suitors her mother is determined she wed. She’d rather stay unmarried and look after her eccentric brother. Still, advising Mr. Norris is a most exciting secret diversion. After all, how hard will it be to match-make someone so forthright, honorable, and downright handsome? It’s not as if she’s in danger of finding Charles all-too-irresistible herself…

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Jane GoodgerAUTHOR BIO: I grew up in western Massachusetts and have lived most my adult life in New England. Thanks to my adventurous husband, I’ve also done brief stints in Virginia, Washington, D.C., and Naples, Italy. Although I’ve written four contemporary romances under the name Jane Blackwood, my first love is historical romances set in Victorian times. I’ve written 13 of those with more on the way.

I have three kids, one in college, one a great drummer, and one an artist. I love the Red Sox and the New England Patriots. I work full time, have an editing business, and in my free time write like a fanatic.

Above the desk in my office is this sign: “And They All Lived Happily Ever After.” It may not be reality, but it’s real nice to think about…

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Spotlight on Lily Dalton and ‘Never Surrender To A Scoundrel’

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Lady Clarissa Bevington is in trouble. A reckless indiscretion has left her with two choices: ruin her family with the scandal of the Season, or marry Mr. Kincraig, the notorious scoundrel mistaken as her lover. Desperate and disgraced, Clarissa vows to love and cherish a veritable stranger, a man whose eyes smolder with danger-and undeniable desire . . .

An Unexpected Arrangement

As an agent for the Crown, Lord Donovan Blackmer has spent the last two years guarding Clarissa’s grandfather from an unknown assassin while disguised as the rakehell Kincraig. His mission may now be over, but his duty has just begun. Salvaging his beautiful, impetuous wife’s virtue will cost him his fortune and his position as an officer-but it might save him from the ghosts that haunt his own past. When their marriage “in name only” leads to exquisite seduction, Donovan must risk the only thing he has left to lose . . . his heart.

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EXCERPT:

He set the nightshirt back on the bed, and spoke over his shoulder.

“I think it’s time you returned to your room.”

He spoke the words without passion. She could only assume he’d had enough talking and wanted her to leave. The night air chilled her skin, and she wrapped her arms around her waist for warmth. She felt rebuffed by him. Stung. Her husband, the man with whom she would spend the rest of her days, did not have the slightest interest in spending a moment more in her company.

She knew she ought to calmly say ‘Very well then, I bid you good night,’ and quit the room, but she feared with a certainty that if she opened her mouth and attempted to utter a single syllable, her voice would falter and reveal the confused tumult of her emotions.

Not because she cared for him. Of course she didn’t. Clearly he did not care for her.

They’d been thrown together, and no amount of wishful thinking or good intentions would create a spark between them, when such a spark was never intended to be. She blinked away tears. Foolish tears! As if he had hurt her, but he hadn’t.

It had just been a long day, and a long night before that, and she’d made a terrible mess of everything, and she hated Quinn. And perhaps still loved him. And she was lonely. So very lonely and frightened of what the future held.

So instead she nodded jerkily, her chin outthrust, and turned on her slippered foot to escape into the dark dressing closet, taking care to close the first and the second door firmly behind her. Miss Randolph reclined in her sleeping gown and robe on the chaise with her book open and steepled across her forehead, snoring, which was just as well because Clarissa could not face the woman’s questions or her pity.

She doused the lamps and, in darkness, with only the scant light from behind the fire grate to see, crawled into bed and lay on unfamiliar sheets, her mind tangled with thoughts of… Mr. Blackmer.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a shadow moved toward her, stealthily and swift, with only the faint white swath across his hips visible in the night. She recognized Blackmer instantly and desire ignited inside her.     He crouched above her, breathing hard, his skin still damp and the tight flex of muscles in his shoulders darkly illuminated. The scent of the soap from his bath filled her nostrils. Her pulse raced, her heart near exploding.

“You,” he growled deep in his throat. “Are my preference.”

A second later, he kissed her hard, pressing his thumb against the side of her jaw, commanding her lips to part while his tongue boldly entered and teased. She gasped for breath, stunned into half-senselessness…and surrendered, her mouth opening fully to accept each deep, possessing stroke.

He gave a husky groan. His large hands caught hers by the wrists, pinning her to the mattress. She squirmed beneath him—but with no intent to escape.

Moments before he had dismissed her coldly, and made her feel invisible and unwanted and yet in this moment, he revealed his true feelings, ones he’d tried to conceal. She knew without a doubt that her husband desired her. Something about that made her weak, and—

His mouth moved to her cheek…her neck, leaving her skin hot and awakened wherever his lips touched. Sensations she’d never experienced spiraled up from inside her, delicious and achingly sweet, awakening a need in her body and rendering her unexpectedly wild.

God help her, she didn’t understand, but she wanted him as well. The moment he released her hands she moaned and seized his shoulders, sliding her hands upward over his neck, finding unexpected appreciation in the powerful contraction and flux of his muscles beneath her palms. He exhaled, filling her mouth with his breath, and sucked her bottom lip—

Only to groan and twist away.

No. She reached, her hands trailing over his shoulders and his arms, desperately wanting more. More of his kiss, and his warm, firm skin. And yes, for him to ravish her so she would forget—

Then nothing.

The bed creaked, relieved of his weight. She heard his sharp exhalation of breath–a laugh, perhaps?

“Good night then, Mrs. Blackmer,” he murmured.

Silence filled the room.

“Good night,” she answered breathlessly.

He crossed the room, disappearing into the dressing closet, gone the way he had come. She heard the door close.

After a long moment of silence, Miss Randolph’s voice came from the direction of the chaise. “Well that was rather thrilling.”

Lily DaltonAUTHOR BIO: Lily Dalton grew up as an Army brat, moving from place to place. Her first stop after relocating was always the local library, where she could hang out with familiar friends: Books! Lily has an English degree from Texas A & M University and after graduation worked as a legal assistant in the fields of accident reconstruction and litigation.

She now lives in Houston, Texas, with her family. When she isn’t at work on her next manuscript, she spends her time trying out new recipes, cheering on her favorite Texas football teams and collecting old dishes, vintage linens and other fine “junque” from thrift stores and flea markets.

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Spotlight on Rose Lerner and … ‘True Pretenses’

tp rlHow many times have you found yourself imagining an argument with a loved one, and you can easily script their part as well as your own? Now and then I have dreams about arguing with my father, and when I wake up, even though I imagined the whole thing, I think to myself, He would have said that, too! It was just like him.

Of course, I think sometimes we’d be surprised if we actually had those conversations, and yet—I suspect that sometimes, we wouldn’t be.

In any relationship, patterns of behavior and interaction build up over time. In some ways, that’s what intimacy is—and yet what a long and constant struggle it is to break a pattern you don’t like, once it’s been reinforced over and over for years!

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that since romance novels are almost always about meeting someone new, they serve not just as a fantasy of finding love but as a fantasy of definitively breaking emotional patterns and starting completely afresh, able finally to be your best self. A self who doesn’t escalate every argument, or who asks for what she wants, or who allows herself to be vulnerable.

The thing is, the patterns we construct as children have a purpose. They’re designed to protect us, to shield us from the pain of not feeling loved or approved of or safe. If our parents are critical, we become defensive or perfectionistic to protect ourselves from the hurt of their disappointment. If our parents are neglectful, we try to become self-sufficient. If our parents aren’t good listeners, we stop talking, and if they don’t care what we want, we stop asking. If our parents get angry, we avoid confrontation, or provoke it to feel in control.

Those responses helped us get through and grow up. But once we have grown up, we don’t know how to discard them—even if now, they’re just getting in our way. We continue to act them out with our families (and often, everyone else in our lives) no matter how much we tell ourselves that this time we’re going to keep hold of our temper, this time we’re just going to say what we mean, this time we’re not going to care. The patterns are so deeply engrained, moving outside them can be as awkward and impossible as not rolling into the dip in your mattress where you’ve been sleeping every night for years.

It’s not a good feeling, being trapped in these patterns. I never feel so powerless as when I’m at home and something comes out of my mouth and oh my god I sound like I’m 14.

To a lesser extent, we build up patterns and have ruts in every aspect of our lives. Maybe you’re in a job you don’t love anymore, maybe you’ve had the same fight with your friend twice this month, maybe you’ve turned down so many party invitations that no one asks you anymore or maybe you’ve dated so many women that no one thinks of you as a possible boyfriend. Sometimes we just grow out of the person we were before, like a rootbound houseplant.

A new love in a romance novel is like a fresh pot and fresh soil…it gives the protagonist MedSweetDisorderthe space and the nourishment they need to keep growing, and sometimes it even helps them see what they want to grow into.

In a romance, no matter how engrained the patterns, no matter how deep a rut the hero or heroine may be in in their lives, new love is a blank slate. It’s someone who will see you as you want to be seen instead of as an awkward teenager or a party girl or a nerdy librarian, and maybe expect things from you that you want to learn to give. Not to mention someone who’ll finally hear and acknowledge that childhood pain that shaped you into who you’ve been. Have you ever noticed how many romances involve a scene where the hero or heroine shares a childhood story that they’ve never told anyone before?

The heroine of True Pretenses, my new historical romance, grew up taking care of her shy little brother after their mother died in childbirth. She’s been her father’s political hostess since she was seventeen. She’s thirty now, but she struggled to be taken seriously and make decisions as equals with adults for so long, carefully hiding her uncertainties and inexperiences, that she keeps doing it even when it’s counterproductive. There’s a scene where her brother feels insecure and she wants desperately to reassure him.

“My first dinner party was a disaster,” she blurted out, and flushed hot.
Jamie [her brother] stared at her. “It was?”
She remembered writing to him at Eton about that evening. She had tried to make it sound like a great success. Her face had flamed all through the letter. She couldn’t tell this story.

She looked at Mr. Cahill [the hero]. Eager warmth lit his eyes, as if he were already filled with fond amusement at her endearing younger self. The heat in her body suddenly meant something very different from embarrassment.
“I put on rouge,” she said. “I wanted to look older. Father laughed and told me I looked
like a strumpet and to go and wash it off.” The corner of Mr. Cahill’s mouth turned up, but even years later, she couldn’t find it funny.

That’s only the beginning of the embarrassment, of course! Poor kid. And because the hero is there and she knows that he’s going to think the story is cute and funny, that it’s not going to be a big deal to him, she can manage to tell it even though it still feels dangerous to her.

Can you really heal yourself and hit reset on your life just by dating someone new? Of course not. But I still think it’s great to read about someone making that kind of change. It’s like a really fun way to visualize success!

Tell me about one of your favorite romances and whether my theory applies!

Also, a reminder that today is the last day to buy SWEET DISORDER for 99 cents (at all retailers) and I’m doing a TRUE PRETENSES themed giveaway at my blog.

Rose_Lerner_200x300AUTHOR BIO: Rose Lerner discovered Georgette Heyer when she was thirteen, and wrote her first historical romance a few years later. Her writing has improved since then, but her fascination with all things Regency hasn’t changed. When not reading, writing, or researching, she enjoys cooking and marathoning old TV shows. She lives in Seattle with her best friend.

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Spotlight on Theresa Romain and …

Secrets of a Scandalous Heiress

image001BOOK BLURB: One good proposition deserves another…

Heiress Augusta Meredith can’t help herself—she stirs up gossip wherever she goes. A stranger to Bath society, she pretends to be a charming young widow, until sardonic, darkly handsome Joss Everett arrives from London and uncovers her charade.

Augusta persuades Joss to keep her secret in exchange for a secret of his own. Weaving their way through the treacherous pitfalls of a polite world only too eager to expose and condemn them, they begin to see that being true to themselves is not so bad…as long as they’re true to each other…

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EXCERPT:

She tilted her head, setting the loose curl free again. “Are you doing what you wish?”

Doing what he wished? No, of course he wasn’t.

Right now he wished he could make her smile as she had when giving away her gloves. He wished he could dispense with his conscience and plead for her to take him as a lover. He wished he could pluck the pins from her sunset hair and send it tumbling over her naked skin, wished he could stop kissing her only to make her cry out in pleasure.

But always, in the face of a wish, came prosaic reality. A scarred wooden table, a plate of mutton and potatoes, a wedge of cheese. An adequate fire and a roof over one’s head. Such a reality was perfectly acceptable, even if it didn’t hold the luster of a gemlike fantasy.

“I try to wish,” he said in a calm voice, “for what I know I might attain. For respectable employment for a reasonable wage. For a reasonable employer.”

This brought a faint smile to her features, but the expression fell away in another instant. “That seems a very small dream.”

“What on earth do you mean by that? It’s a very suitable dream.”

“But it’s not really a dream, is it? It’s what you have now, just shuffled about a bit.”

Again, he folded his arms. She lifted her hands, placating. “As you say, it’s perfectly suitable. And if you insist that it’s exactly what you want, then I suppose it is a dream, after all.”

Of course it wasn’t a dream. It was good sense. It was practicality. “I don’t know what else I ought to wish for. This is my life. I am a man of business for a nobleman.” Remembering Chatfield’s words, he added, “I am not in bodily danger, nor in mortal peril. It could be far worse.”

“It could be. But if you want it to be better…”

“Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to buy happiness.”

“No one is fortunate enough for that.” She turned over her fork and scratched the tines into the surface of the table. “That’s not what I meant. I know happiness can’t be bought, or I would have bought it.”

REVIEW: I loved this story. It was a fast and fun read as well as entertaining.
I liked Augusta and Joss and most of the fun I had was by just listening to those two converse!

Their romance wasn’t one of those ‘in your’ face but it was very subtle and slow developing and I loved it.

This is a well written romance with a dash of mystery and a lot of humor. Highly recommending it!

Melanie for b2b

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trAUTHOR BIO: Historical romance author Theresa Romain pursued an impractical education that allowed her to read everything she could get her hands on. She then worked for universities and libraries, where she got to read even more. Eventually she started writing, too. She lives with her family in the Midwest.

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