Spotlight on Paula Quinn and ‘The Taming of Malcolm Grant’!

ttomg pqBOOK BLURB: An Alluring Lass

Emmaline Grey spends her days with her beloved dog, dreaming of the sea-until a brawling Highlander shatters her quiet life to pieces. Though her blindness prevents her from seeing his face, his voice is a warm blend of velvet and silk, and his rakehell ways unmistakable. Risking the wrath of a rival clan as she nurses him back to health, Emma soon realizes the real danger is the magnetic pull she feels to this half-naked Scot recovering in her bed.

A Reckless Rogue

With his rugged handsomeness and wicked charm, Malcolm Grant wants nothing more out of life than whisky, women, and the occasional war. The only lass he’s ever trusted left him with more scars than a battlefield. Yet now at the mercy of this sweet stranger, Malcolm can barely resist the gentle hands that make him feverish with desire-until Emma, the one he will never have, is the only woman he wants . . . 

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He withdrew only enough to break their kiss and laughed softly against her lips. “Here, las,” his sensual sorcerer’s voice drifted deep into her soul. “Like this.”

Slipping his hand behind her nape, he tilted her head to take him at a better angle. He snatched away her breath again, covering her mouth with his in an intoxicating combination of tenderness and strength. He parted her lips gently and slid his tongue inside her.

Her nipples grew tight and hard against the confines of her gown.

Just a flick across the darkest recesses of her mouth and then gone again, over and over, devouring her until she groaned as something hot and tight twisted her innards and between her legs.

But this was no time to cower at the power he possessed. She was no mouse and followed his lead, doing what he did, matching his ardor with an unleashed passion of her own.

When his kisses fell to her throat, she tossed back her head and growled… No, that wasn’t her.

It was Gascon.

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REVIEW: With this book, Highland Heirs series is now on the fourth installment and as the previous three, I loved it a lot, possibly making this one my favorite of the four and the reason for it was the heroine, Emma.

What a wonderful character she was!

She is one fierce and fiercely independent woman; an intelligent and capable healer and beautiful from within as much as out.

And then there’s Malcolm! I loved the complexity of his character. This was not your run of the mill Highland hero. He was flawed; stubborn and arrogant, yet honorable. But what made him so endearing to me was his honesty with himself. Like I said, this is one very complicated man.

As for the chemistry between these two? It was off the charts!

If you’re in the mood for a fast paced, well plotted and written Highland adventure with two very complex and entertaining protagonists, you need to read this story.

Melanie for b2b

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paula-quinnAbout Paula Quinn: New York Times bestselling author Paula Quinn lives in New York with her three beautiful children, three over-protective chihuahuas, and a loud umbrella cockatoo. She loves to read romance and science fiction and has been writing since she was eleven.  She loves all things medieval, but it is her love for Scotland that pulls at her heartstrings.
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Spotlight on Lavinia Kent and ‘Sarah’s Surrender’!

ss lkBOOK BLURB: Five years ago, Miss Sarah Swilp had been deeply in love with Jonathan Perry, the second son of an earl. But when Jonathan inherited his aunt’s lands and money, he turned cold, demanding Sarah’s maidenhood and uttering those unforgettably cruel words: “You do know I won’t marry you.” She refused, of course, and that spoiled everything. Now, just as she’s agreed to a marriage of convenience, Jonathan reappears—and after Sarah gets one look at his lean, hard body, the embers of desire burst back into flame.

Over time, Jonathan has learned quite a bit about the art of pleasure—though nothing has ever given him so much joy as the husky timbre of Sarah’s laugh. It had hurt to leave her, but what other choice did he have? Perhaps he’d been too afraid of ending up like his brother, targeted by a woman seeking a title. Seeing her again, Jonathan can’t help wondering what might have been if only Sarah had surrendered to red-hot lust. Fortunately, judging by the wicked look in her eyes, it may not be too late to find out.

Sarah’s Surrender is intended for mature audiences.

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Mr. Meyers had been right. She did have no choice. She’d been so foolish to pretend she did, to hope that a knight might show up at the last moment and save her.

She took one step down, ignoring the urge to see if Jonathan was still watching her.

Mr. Meyers was not so bad. He had all his teeth. He wasn’t mean, or at least she didn’t think he was. These things were hard to tell from public appearance. Papa had taught her that.

Another step.

And he wanted to marry her. She wasn’t quite sure why, although she rather thought he liked the fact that she had no choice, that she would be forced to always be grateful to him. And he thought she was obedient. Papa was always telling his friends how good she was at doing whatever was demanded. If only he knew the truth—but perhaps it was best that he didn’t.

She hadn’t liked the look Mr. Meyers got on his face at Papa’s words, but what choice did she have?

And he liked her breasts. There was no mistaking that.

Another step. Keep ignoring Jonathan. Perhaps he wasn’t even there anymore. No, don’t think about him.

Think only of Mr. Meyers.

How did you tell a man you were now willing to marry him?

She braced her shoulders. You just did it. It was no different than most of life. You just did it.

How many things had she done just because there was no choice?

Too many to even begin to count.

She should be well practiced by now. It should not be this hard.

Only it was.

She’d had dreams, so many dreams. And none of them had included marrying a man her papa’s age, a man who clearly would never regard her as a person, let alone someone special.

Perhaps she was misjudging him. He must hold her in some esteem if he wanted to marry her.

Three more steps down.

She could do this.

There was no choice.

She hurried down the remaining steps and without giving herself time to think positioned herself a few feet from Mr. Meyers.

She felt his eyes fall upon her, felt the icy flicker as his gaze swept up the green gown and stopped at her chest.

Pulling a deep breath in, she let her breasts swell against the bodice.

He licked his lips, glanced once at her face, and then turned and walked away.

A cold knot formed in her belly.

REVIEW: I am such a huge fan of this author but for some reason she’s writing now this genre that I’m just not a fan of. I love her prose, her characterization and her plots. They are interesting and entertaining and the dialogue is wonderful, BUT then comes the explicit, erotic stuff, and I am put-off. Especially the BDSM stuff. I’m not into it so you may think I didn’t like this read, yet I’m going to surprise you and tell you I liked it a lot. I just skipped all the explicit sex parts.

Am I recommending it? Of course I am! To all my bookworms that are into the BDSM and erotica, you’ll love this one very much, and for all those that are not, you’ll still like the set up and the journey these two go through in order to be together.

Melanie for b2b

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LaviniaKentAUTHOR BIO: Lavinia Kent never knew that most people don’t make up stories in their heads to pass the time. She still has a hard time understanding how those who don’t survive the doctor’s waiting room or a grocery store line without another world to escape into.

Growing up in New York state and Wisconsin, Lavinia graduated from Wellesley College and, for reasons that are still not quite clear, also holds an MBA from Washington, D.C.’s Georgetown University. Lavinia has remained in Washington ever since.

She lives under the gracious (and usually benign) rule of Erzsebet, the cat, along with her husband, three children, one cockatiel, two rats, and Erzsebet’s younger, subordinate tomcat, otherwise known as The Golden Snitch.

As the mother of three, Lavinia finds “leisure time” to be ever-elusive, but when she is not reading romance novels, she watches far too much HBO and reality television. It must also be noted that she has an encyclopedic knowledge of all things Buffy and Doctor Who.

Lavinia was a two-term president of the Washington Romance Writers and is proud to be a four-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart nominee.

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Spotlight on Jude Knight and ‘Baron for Becky’!

abfb jkBOOK BLURB: She was a fallen woman when she met them. How can they help her fall on her feet?

Becky is the envy of the courtesans of the demi-monde – the indulged mistress of the wealthy and charismatic Marquis of Aldridge. But she dreams of a normal life; one in which her daughter can have a future that does not depend on beauty, sex, and the whims of a man.

Finding herself with child, she hesitates to tell Aldridge. Will he cast her off, send her away, or keep her and condemn another child to this uncertain shadow world?

The devil-may-care face Hugh shows to the world hides a desperate sorrow; a sorrow he tries to drown with drink and riotous living. His years at war haunt him, but even more, he doesn’t want to think about the illness that robbed him of the ability to father a son. When he dies, his barony will die with him. His title will fall into abeyance, and his estate will be scooped up by the Crown.

When Aldridge surprises them both with a daring proposition, they do not expect love to be part of the bargain.

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“How much does it matter to you that the title will go to the King when you die?”

“And the land,” Hugh said, gloomily.

Clearly he had told all and Aldridge remembered the lot.

“My uncle and my cousin renewed the fee tail; the land goes with the title.”

Aldridge said nothing, waiting for an answer to his question.

“Damn you, Aldridge. I can’t change it. I’ve tried. The lawyers say breaking the fee tail might take a hundred years and cost more than I could ever pay. I’ve had them hunt every little twig of the family tree. Nothing. I am the last of the Overtons.” ………

“But you would change it if you could.”

Hugh clenched his jaw to keep from cursing his response, but Aldridge hadn’t finished.

“I have an idea that might answer your need. Just might, mind you. It’s a gamble, but I promise you’ll not be worse off, and you might just win the heir you want.”

Hugh’s cynical snort was propelled by ten years of broken hopes. “So what have you got? A gypsy remedy? I’ve tried them all. It won’t be prayer and fasting, not from you. I know: you’ve a pregnant lover to offload.” He choked on the joke when he saw Aldridge’s face.


A flat and uncompromising no. He’d not give his name to any bitch who’d whore herself to the likes of Aldridge.

“No, Aldridge. No. I’ll not do it.”



“No.” Becky didn’t even pause to think. Baron Overton?

“Have you run mad, Aldridge? No, I will not marry Lord Overton.”

“Hear me out, Becky,” Aldridge pleaded. At least he’d had the grace to see her alone, leaving the baron in the parlour to entertain himself.

“What could you possibly say, Aldridge? Overton is a drunkard and a womanizer. He would be a worse husband than you!”

“Not usually, Becky. He has a bit of a blowout when he comes down to London, but I’m probably to blame for that.”

“Huh!” she said. “So he is weak-willed, too. Anyway, he despises me. It would never work, Aldridge.”

Aldridge, his half-smile more exasperated than amused, rubbed one hand over his head, ruining his valet’s careless tousling.

“I swear, I’ve already had this conversation! The two of you are perfect for one another. Yes, Becky, he judged and condemned you without a hearing, just as you have done him. But he was big enough to admit he might be wrong and agree to at least get to know you.”

Infuriating man!

How could he put her in such a position?


The fantasy was unwise. It didn’t make the days easier to bear, the momentary satisfaction giving way to a profound hollow only she could fill. Was she using some ancient concubine’s art to ensnare with lust?


He must forget she’d been Aldridge’s kept woman or he wouldn’t be able to go through with it. And marrying Mrs. Winstanley had become his most ardent desire.


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Jude KnightAUTHOR BIO: Jude Knight writes strong determined heroines, heroes who can appreciate a clever capable woman, villains you’ll love to loathe, and all with a leavening of humour.

Jude Knight is the pen name of Judy Knighton. After a career in commercial writing, editing, and publishing, Jude is returning to her first love, fiction. Her novella, Candle’s Christmas Chair, was released in December 2014, and is in the top ten on several Amazon bestseller lists in the US and UK. Her first novel Farewell to Kindness, was released on 1 April, and is first in a series: The Golden Redepennings.

Jude’s Other Books (on Amazon)


Candle’s Christmas Chair (free novella)  

Farewell to Kindness (Book One, the Golden Redepennings)

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Spotlight on Connie Brockway and ‘Highlander Undone’!

hu cbBOOK BLURB: While recovering at his uncle’s estate from wounds sustained in the Sudan, Jack Cameron—a loyal Scottish captain in the British army—is haunted by the words of a dying officer: one of Her Majesty’s Black Dragoons is aiding the slavers they were sent to suppress. But how will he find the traitor without sending the culprit to ground? He finds a way while listening to the voices beneath his open window—particularly those of Addie Hoodless, a beautiful widow, and her brother, Ted, a famed artist commissioned to paint portraits of the Black Dragoons’ senior officers.

Posing as an artist, Jack decides to infiltrate the close circle of friends at Ted’s studio to listen in on the unguarded conversations of the officers. But first, he must win Addie’s trust despite the emotional wounds of her past. Will Jack dupe the only woman he has ever loved or stand down from hunting the traitor? If his real identity is exposed, Addie’s life will be in terrible danger.

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TEASER: Addie sank back on her heels. Her paint-stained smock pooled around her as she eyed the wall panel before her. With a sound of satisfaction, she once more rose to her knees and dipped an ostrich fern into a tray filled with gilt paint, then pressed it onto the aubergine silk panel.

Slowly, she peeled the long frond back. A perfect impression of the leaf interlocked with the golden silhouette of a fern above it, trailing a graceful latticework from ground to ceiling. There! She’d transformed the second-story boudoir into her own private withdrawing room.

It had been a long time since anything had been well and truly hers. She would never have guessed that this house could ever feel welcoming. And yet, it did. For the first time since her marriage, she was able to please herself.

The thought gave rise to an impulse, one she would have never heeded a year ago. But she could be impulsive now. She could afford to be.

With a feeling of delicious abandonment, she slid her shoes off and peeled back her stockings from her calves, hiking her skirts so that her bare legs and feet lay exposed in the bright square of warm sunlight on the floor. Closing her eyes, she lay on her back, wiggling her toes.

She was rather surprised she was still capable of impetuousness. Indeed, she’d viewed the slow reawakening of her boldness with no little mistrust. After all, had she not been impetuous, she might have heeded the Hoodlesses’ loving warnings and never eloped with Charles.

It is Jack Cameron’s fault, she decided, but could not find a frown for that conclusion.

Each day spent with the handsome, nonsensical, yet oddly vulnerable Scotsman had fanned to life a tiny ember of self-confidence. It was not altogether comfortable. Like finding out that a favorite gown you’d thought lost years before had merely been put in mothballs. You long to try it on, and yet you are afraid if you do it will look ridiculous. Or worse, it will no longer fit.

Oddly enough, Jack’s very vulnerability encouraged her own self-assurance. The manner in which he masked his self-doubt with such a provocative and blatant caricature stirred an inclination to nonconformity in her.

She suspected that she alone refused to accept Jack as the effete, overcontrived fribble he presented to the world. His conversation certainly never hinted at any weaknesses—oh, dear Lord, no! The thought made Addie smile. Jack was all arrogant disdain and witty repartee. Mr. Wilde himself would be hard-pressed to keep up with Jack’s drawled bon mots!

But then, just as she was upbraiding herself for romanticizing him, she would see it: a keen, thoughtful intelligence, a perceptive remark that belied his pose of absolute self-involvement, an unexpected gentleness in dealing with another’s frailties.

And then, too, even more rarely, but just as undeniably, she would surprise on his fallen-angel’s face a fleeting, hunted expression: a mixture of dismay, uncertainty, and awful longing.

She did not understand what authored that haunted look, but more and more often lately, she found herself wondering how she would feel if she was able to be the object of it.

REVIEW: This is one of those romances that will set your heart racing because the author took the time to show us who the hero and heroine are and what they’re all about.

As a matter a fact, that’s why I love reading romance. I’m in seventh-heaven when I meet not just a handsome hero or a beautiful heroine, but it’s what’s in their hearts that matters to me more than their appearance.

Jack and Addie were all that I expected and wanted them to be and their story will touch your heart because it’s a story of heartbreak, passion and hope. I honestly couldn’t put it down and dreaded the end because I just didn’t want to leave these two, that’s how much I loved them.

Melanie for b2b

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Connie BrockwayAUTHOR BIO: Connie Brockway is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty historical and contemporary romance novels. An eight-time finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, Brockway has twice been its recipient, for My Dearest Enemy and The Bridal Season.

She is the author of My Seduction, named one of Library Journal’s top romance novels of 2004. Her most recent novel is No Place for a Dame and her most recent collaborative novel is The Lady Most Willing, co-written with Julia Quinn and Eloisa James. She is a Minnesota native, and currently lives there with her husband and two spoiled mutts.

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Spotlight on Kerrigan Byrne and ‘The Highwayman’!

My road to writing

I’ve always been someone whose interests are vast and varied.  Though I snuck into a Nine Inch Nails concert on my sixteenth birthday, I never missed a Monday youth symphony practice because of a voracious zeal for Bach.  I’d be the one in the “Goth” smoking circle behind the school at 14 trying to explain that the Brontës were technically, like, waaaaaay more “Goth” than Ann Rice.  I mean, it’s called the “gothic novel,” you guys. God.  *insert eye roll here*

I know. I want to punch my teenaged self too.

However this is where I began to prolifically fill stacks of notebooks (black, like my soul) full of hand-written stories inspired by an amalgamation of a few emerging passions. History, literature, horror, and…men.  Not boys. Not those smelly, mouth-breathing troglodytes I was forced to spend my day with.  Men.  Cynical men, like Shakespeare’s Benedict. Tortured men, like Mr. Rochester.  Dark horses, like Mr. Darcy.  And for sure dangerous men, like Edmond Dantes or Batman. Wait what? Batman? *nervous laugh* How did he get in there? You’re not supposed to know about my comic book hero fetish!  That has nothing to do writing historical romance novels. Like at all.  I need you guys all to ignore the fact that Nick Fury has black hair and an eye patch and is the mysterious leader of a bunch of morally ambiguous vigilantes while you read THE HIGHWAYMAN, mkay?

Anyway…One thing our you-can-be-anything-you-want-when-you-grow-up culture forgets to prepare us for is the rank skepticism you get from everyone when you announce you’re going to be a romance novelist when you grow up.  They almost talked me out of it.  I found myself ten years later working for the investigations division of a prosecutor’s office.  I wrote search warrants and Affidavits and court documents.  Sometimes I did something exciting, like evidence collection at a shooting, or taking notes for a high-profile polygraph. But I went home at night, between dinner, and bed times, and date night, and life… and I wrote.  I still wrote about men, and history, and maybe a bit of horror. Not only the paranormal kind that’s expected and forgiven because that’s what you get when you love a monster like Dracula or the Wolfman.

Man can be monstrous enough. I saw that every day at my job, and sometimes the monsters are the “good guys.” I wanted to write about that.  But I wanted my characters to always get their happy endings.

I had to commit.  I had to go to conferences that I couldn’t afford so I could learn the craft.  I took a pay cut to switch to a secretarial position so that I could free up mental bandwidth to be creative at night. I read blogs and books until my eyes bled.  I found the right critique partners after sifting through a few and listened to their honest criticism. I proved to myself that I could finish a project and self-published a few novellas. The revenue from those novellas more than replaced my income.  So I quit my job and tried to get an agent. I was rejected a few times until I found one through one of my crit partners who agreed to read an unfinished book.  She signed me on THE HIGHWAYMAN and sold me to St. Martin’s once I finished it.  It’s been a whirlwind. Equally terrifying and amazing.  All I can say is that I’m thrilled to share my debut novel, THE HIGHWAYMAN with you.  I hope you enjoy reading about Farah and Dorian’s happy ending as much as I loved writing it.

TH KBBOOK BLURB: They’re rebels, scoundrels, and blackguards—dark, dashing men on the wrong side of the law. But for the women who love them, a hint of danger only makes the heart beat faster…

Stealing Beauty
Dorian Blackwell, the Blackheart of Ben More, is a ruthless villain. Scarred and hard-hearted, Dorian is one of London’s wealthiest, most influential men who will stop at nothing to wreak vengeance on those who’ve wronged him…and will fight to the death to seize what he wants. The lovely, still innocent widow Farah Leigh Mackenzie is no exception—and soon Dorian whisks the beautiful lass away to his sanctuary in the wild Highlands…

Courting Desire
But Farah is no one’s puppet. She possesses a powerful secret—one that threatens her very life. When being held captive by Dorian proves to be the only way to keep Farah safe from those who would see her dead, Dorian makes Farah a scandalous proposition: marry him for protection in exchange for using her secret to help him exact revenge on his enemies. But what the Blackheart of Ben More never could have imagined is that Farah has terms of her own, igniting a tempestuous desire that consumes them both. Could it be that the woman he captured is the only one who can touch the black heart he’d long thought dead?

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REVIEW: This is the first book in the new Kerrigan Byrne’s series Victorian Rebels, and my first read of this author.

I just loved the introduction to our heroine as she was a child in an orphanage as she’s pledging herself to another orphan and then they get separated.

Seventeen years later we meet our heroine again and she has become a strong and resilient woman.

As our hero kidnaps the heroine, we all find out, along with her, what happened to the little orphan she pledged herself to.

As much as this story was predictable, I still found it fascinating and heartbreaking. But then I’m such a sucker for a broken down hero!

If you’re looking for a new author, like I was, I think you should try this one because this story had a bit of everything a romance should, and it was very well written.

Melanie for b2b

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Kerrigan ByrneAUTHOR BIO: Kerrigan has done many things to pay the bills, from law enforcement to belly dance instructor. Now she’s finally able to have the career she’d decided upon at thirteen when she announced to her very skeptical family that she was going to “grow up to be a romance novelist.” Whether she’s writing about Celtic Druids, Victorian bad boys, or brash Irish FBI Agents, Kerrigan uses her borderline-obsessive passion for history, her extensive Celtic ancestry, and her love of Shakespeare in almost every story.

She lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her handsome husband and three lovely teenage girls, but dreams of settling on the Pacific Coast.

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Top 5 Movies/Books/Series That Made Me Cry Ugly Tears by Shana Galen


For me, writing is very much an escape. I tend to enjoy writing stories that make me smile or laugh or get my heart pumping with excitement. But there can’t be a silver lining or a rainbow without a few clouds, and sometimes those dark moments can be emotional to write. In ‘The Rogue You Know’, Gideon is a thief from London’s worst slums. Susanna is the daughter of an earl who lives in luxury. Even though they fall in love, they know they have no future together. Writing the scene where Gideon has to say goodbye to Susanna had me crying and blubbering and shedding big, fat tears. I don’t always cry at my own books, but I have been known to cry at others’. If you’re looking for a tear-jerker, give these recommendations a try.

tdatlir lh1)       ‘The Duke and The Lady in Red’ by Lorraine Heath

Pretty much every Lorraine Heath book has me crying ugly tears, but this last one I read was the best (or should I say the worst?). I still get emotional thinking about it. Heath is wonderful at creating characters that are so real and vivid their tragedies become ours.

2)       ‘Just One of the Guys’ by Kristan Higginsjootg kh

I’ve read a lot of books by Kristan Higgins, but this one sticks with me. Higgins is such an amusing writer that you never even see the emotional punch coming. This is one of those books I was happily reading while my husband was watching TV next to me. The next thing he knew, I was sobbing. Of course, he wanted to know what was wrong. I had to explain these were the good kind of tears!

3)       P.S. I Love You

I read both the book by Cecelia Ahearn and saw the movie with Gerard Butler and Hilary Swank. The one that made me cry the ugly tears was the movie. The book was poignant too, but I cried for all two hours of the movie. It was probably the saddest non-Holocaust movie I’ve ever seen. So fire up Netflix, grab your tissue and cookie dough ice cream, and enjoy the cathartic release!

cnv ew4)       ‘Code Name Verity’ by Elizabeth Wein

This is a YA novel, but if your fifteen-year-old is the sensitive type, I wouldn’t give this one to her. The story of two women, one British and one Scottish, during World War Two, this book was rife with teary moments. It’s definitely worth the read, but you might not want to read it in public unless you have your dark glasses.

5)       Les Miserables

I’ve seen the musical, which is wonderfully emotional and always leaves me dabbing my eyes, but the movie ripped my heart out. It’s one of those where I needed my sunglasses for the long walk out of the theater so everyone wouldn’t see my bleary eyes and red nose. It’s a fabulous movie that everyone should see, but don’t forget the movie star shades.

Are you like me? Do you enjoy a book or movie that gives you all the feels? What’s your favorite (or least favorite) tear-jerker?

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RogueYouKnowBOOK BLURB: She’s beyond his reach…

Gideon Harrow has spent his life in London’s dark underworld-and he wants out. A thief and a con, he plans one last heist to finally win his freedom. But when everything goes wrong, he finds himself at the tender mercies of one of Society’s most untouchable women-Lady Susanna Derring.

…and out of her depth.
Susanna has spent her life in London’s glittering ton, under the thumb of a domineering mother-and she wants out. When a wickedly charming rogue lands at her feet, she jumps at the chance to experience life before it’s too late. But as she descends into London’s underworld, she finds that nothing- not even Gideon-is as it seems. As excitement turns to danger, Susanna must decide what price she’s willing to pay…for the love of a reformed thief.

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Susanna jerked back, hidden on the far side of the desk again. Everyone knew London was rife with housebreakers, but would the thieves be so bold as to try and enter a house when the family was home? She heard a thump and trembled.

Apparently, the rogues were so bold. What would they do to her if they found her? Kill her? Rape her? Kidnap her for ransom?

She must escape, but how?

She peered around the desk again and saw two legs standing in front of the window. It was too late to run. The thief was already inside. She did a quick inventory of herself. She had nothing, absolutely nothing that would protect her from a ruffian.

She could hear the thief breathing now. He was breathing hard, as though he’d been running. She pressed her back against the oak of the desk and craned her neck. She spotted the shadow of a candlestick on the edge of the desk. She hadn’t lit the candle in it. If she could pull it off the edge without the thief noticing, she could use it to protect herself.

She felt the edge of the desk with her fingertips. Closing her eyes, she stretched her fingers until she touched the cool silver of the candlestick. She eased her fingers around it and tugged it soundlessly over the edge of the desk.


shana-galenAUTHOR BIO: Shana Galen is the author of fast-paced adventurous Regency historicals, including the Lord and Lady Spy Series, the Jewels of the Ton Series, as well as the Sons of the Revolution Trilogy.

A former English teacher in Houston’s inner city, Shana now writes full time, and is working on more regency romance novels! She’s happily married to the Ultimate Sportsfan and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making. Shana loves to hear from readers so feel free to talk to her on any of her social media sites.

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Spotlight on Grace Burrowes and The Duke and His Duchess / The Courtship!


My parents recently celebrated their seventieth wedding anniversary—you read that correctly, 7-0. I’m the sixth of their seven children, so I missed a lot of the opening rounds of the Burrowes family story. To make up for that great unfairness, I ask my parents and my older siblings to fill in blanks for me. What was it like for my mom, starting out with twin boys, when the nice obstetrician—who didn’t want to upset her—failed to inform her she was carrying twins?

Mom learned she was to embark on double motherhood in the delivery room, when the nurse said, “Keep pushing, Mrs. Burrowes. You’re still in labor.”

She kept pushing. My brother Dick is particularly grateful she did, too.

What was it like for my father, to be the sole support of nine people, various shirt-tail cousins, and extended family members, on just a professor’s salary?

We never did without the essentials. How did he DOOOOO that?

These stories are the stuff of family legends, and every family has them. When I’d written stories for all of the Windham siblings, I still had a sense that the family tale wasn’t complete. How did Maggie and Devlin join the family? How did Percival, occasionally more stubborn than insightful, have the great sense to marry Esther? Why has Esther remained his champion, conscience, and confidante despite all the trying moments?

To find those answers, I had to write two novellas. First, came “The Courtship”, wherein Their Graces fall madly in love, despite—what a surprise!—meddling parents. Second, came “The Duke and His Duchess”. We know Percy and Esther’s household was in some regards unconventional, but they chose love over appearances from the start of their relationship. I wanted to know how they got through the challenges created by Percy’s behavior prior to the marriage, and emerged a stronger couple and a happier family for their choices.

The Duke’s Courtship duology is the result of my curiosity about the ongoing magic of a loving family, and also a tribute to my parents, whose happily ever after continues, even as a I write this.


Miss Esther Himmelfarb has been dragooned into attending a house party to make up the numbers, and to keep an eye on a cousin with a penchant for gambling. Little does Esther know Lord Percival Windham will risk all to win her heart.

“Miss Himmelfarb, I believe?” Lord Percival winged an arm and smiled at Esther graciously. “Shall I have us introduced, or in the informality of the occasion, will you allow me to join you at supper?”

A more calculating man would have offered to escort her to whoever had the honor of dining with her, but then, Lord Percival likely did not have to be calculating.

“I will happily accept your escort to the buffet, my lord.” Esther laced her gloved hand around Lord Percival’s arm, only to encounter a small surprise.

Or not so small.

Gossip had not lied. The man was muscular in the extreme, and this close, he was also of sufficient height to uphold the fiction that he’d protect Esther from any brigands or wolves wandering about Lady Morrisette’s parlor.

“Does your family hail from Kent, Miss Himmelfarb? I know most of the local families and cannot recall Himmelfarbs among them.”

The question was perfectly pleasant, and so too was his lordship’s scent. Not the scent of exertion or the standard rose-scented rice powder—he wasn’t wearing a wig—but something elusive…

“You’re twitching your nose like a thoughtful bunny, Miss Himmelfarb. Are you in anticipation of something particularly succulent among the supper offerings?”

He smiled down at her as he spoke, and for moment, Esther could not fashion a reply. Of all the times for Charlotte Pankhurst to be right about a man’s blue, blue eyes…

“I’m trying to fathom the fragrance you’re wearing, my lord. It’s pleasant.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think from your expression that you do not approve of men wearing pleasant scents.” His tone, amused, teasing, suggested that sometimes, all he wore was a pleasant scent—and that just-for-you smile.

Lord Percival leaned nearer, as if sharing a confidence amid the noise and bustle of the first night of a lively, extended social gathering.

“Bay rum lacks imagination, don’t you think? I shall wear it when I’m a settled fellow with children in my nursery. There’s cedar in the scent I wear, reminds me of Canada. You’re partial to spicy scents yourself.”

He was inviting a reciprocal confidence from her with that observation. The notion of trading secrets with Percival Windham made something beneath Esther’s heart twang—disagreeably, of course.

“Lavender with a few other things.”

“My dear”—his lordship had straightened only a bit—“why is My Lady Hair Bows staring daggers in this direction?”

My lady…? Then… my dear?!

“I’m not sure what you mean, my lord.”

“You know exactly what I mean, Miss Himmelfarb.” Lord Percival picked up a plate, though they were still some distance from any sustenance. “Now the Needy girl is at her elbow, pouring brandy on the flames of gossip. You and I will be engaged by this time tomorrow, I don’t doubt.”

Did one correct a duke’s spare when he made light of marriage to a woman within staring distance of professional spinsterhood?

Yes, one did.

“Her name is Needham, my lord. And I should think an engagement unlikely when you have yet to ask for my hand and I have given no indication I would accept your suit.”

The light in his eyes changed, going from friendly—yes, that was the word—to something more intent.

“You are an impertinent woman. We shall get on famously, Miss Himmelfarb. I adore impertinent women.”


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TheDukeHisDuchessTheCourtshipBOOK BLURB:


The first novella to be published by New York Times bestselling author Grace Burrowes features the foundation story for her bestselling Windham series. This is the tender story of love tested and won, and how Percy Windham, the dashing and brilliant man who was never supposed to become the Duke of Moreland, wooed Esther Himmelfarb, the amazing lady who became his beloved Duchess.


In this second prequel novella to the popular Windham series, Grace Burrowes continues the story of the Duke and Duchess of Moreland through the tumultuous and bittersweet first years of marriage and parenthood. Percival Windham is a second son and cavalry officer when he weds the beautiful Esther Himmelfarb. Percy and Esther must grow into the nobility they’ve been resisting and stand together, or face the threat of destroying their young family and the beautiful love that started out with such promise…

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REVIEW: I was one of those people who hadn’t jumped on the wagon of this new author that everyone was talking about. I resisted for almost a year to buy her début ‘The Heir’, but in the end I gave in. To this day I’m shaking my head when I think about it! I adored every word I read and from that point on, I was hooked on Grace Burrowes. I also wondered about the secondary/supportive character of the Duke of Morland, the man that started it all. Who is this man?! Why would his Duchess even consider, let alone agree to raise his bastard children?

I really wondered after a few books that followed in this series, if Madam Author would ever answer those burning questions for me.

I can’t tell you how happy I was when she released the two novellas that explained this to me.

The love story of Esther and Percival is truly one for the ages and I highly recommend it to all of my bookworms, especially to those that have never read this author. This is a great way for you to be introduced to this series and to a wonderful writing voice of an author that has become one of my all time favorites in a blink of an eye.

Melanie for b2b

Complimentary copy provided by the publisher

GraceBurrowesAUTHOR BIO: New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes’ bestsellers include The Heir, The Soldier, Lady Maggie’s Secret Scandal, Lady Sophie’s Christmas Wish and Lady Eve’s Indiscretion.

The Heir was a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2010, The Soldier was a PW Best Spring Romance of 2011, Lady Sophie’s Christmas Wish won Best Historical Romance of the Year in 2011 from RT Reviewers’ Choice Awards, Lady Louisa’s Christmas Knight was a Library Journal Best Book of 2012, and The Bridegroom Wore Plaid was a PW Best Book of 2012.

Her Regency romances have received extensive praise, including starred reviews fromPublishers Weekly and Booklist. Grace is branching out into short stories and Scotland-set Victorian romance with Sourcebooks. She is a practicing family law attorney and lives in rural Maryland.

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