By: Marie Force

Over the weekend, a friend asked me if I’d read this year’s hot new book. You know, the one everyone is talking about. I said, no, I haven’t. She asked if it’s on my radar, and I said no, it isn’t. It’s not a romance. She stared at me, agog. You read only romance? Well, um, yeah. I have so little time to read for fun why would I read anything other than what I most enjoy?

What do I love so much about romance? I love going into a book knowing it’s going to end well for our fearless couple no matter what obstacles the author may choose to put in front of them. I love reading about unforgettable characters who, even though they may be riddled with flaws, are still deserving of love. I love the journey from the moment our hero and heroine meet, to the point where they know this person is different from all others, to the instant they realize they’ve fallen in love and will do anything to keep this most important person in their lives forever. What’s not to love about that?

I know I don’t have to tell the folks at Romance Junkies that romance rules, but just in case you’re wondering, it plays a central role in my life as a voracious reader and an avid writer. Ironically, however, I am one of the least romantic people you’ll ever meet in real life. To me, romance is my husband washing my car or making dinner when he knows I’m wiped out. For him, a romantic gesture involves me sending him out for a 50-mile bike ride on a Sunday when the kids are underfoot. None of these things would be very interesting to read about in a romance novel, but they work for us.

So what works for you? What does a grand romantic gesture look like to you? Do you read only romance or do you venture out of the genre from time to time? I’ll give a copy of Fatal Affair to one respondent. Thanks again for coming by to say hello! I look forward to hearing your thoughts on romance.

About Fatal Affair:
On the morning of the most important vote of Senator John O’Connor’s career he is late—again. His best friend and chief of staff, Nick Cappuano sets off to O’Connor’s apartment expecting to roust him from bed and hoping he is alone. But what Nick finds is that O’Connor, the handsome, amiable Senator from Virginia, has been brutally murdered, and Nick’s world comes crashing down around him. Complicating the disaster, the detective assigned to the case is none other than Sam Holland, Nick’s one-night stand from six years earlier, the woman who broke his heart and haunts his dreams. With six years worth of unfinished business hanging between them and more than a few scores to settle personally and professionally, Nick and Sam set out to find the senator’s killer while trying—and failing—to resist the overwhelming attraction between them that seems to have only grown over the years.

It soon becomes clear that the senator’s past holds secrets that not only led to his death but now endanger Nick and Sam as well. Working together to find a killer and to rediscover the love they thought they lost long ago, they must put the past behind them and build a future that offers a world of new opportunities for both of them—including an offer from the Virginia Democrats for Nick to finish the last year of John’s term.

And about me:
Marie Force’s first romantic suspense, FATAL AFFAIR, will be out June 21, 2010 from Carina Press. Book 2 in the Fatal Series, FATAL JUSTICE, is coming soon from Carina. She is also the author of LINE OF SCRIMMAGE and LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT. Of LINE OF SCRIMMAGE, Booklist said, “With its humor and endearing characters, Force’s charming novel will appeal to a broad spectrum of readers, reaching far beyond sports fans.” Wild on Books said, “LOVE AT FIRST FLIGHT by Marie Force is most definitely a keeper. It is an astounding book. I loved every single word!” A third contemporary, EVERYBODY LOVES A HERO, is due out Feb. 1, 2011. Since 1996, Marie has been the communications director for a national organization similar to the Romance Writers of America. She is a member of RWA’s New England, From the Heart and Published Author Special Interest Chapters. While her husband was in the Navy, Marie lived in Spain, Maryland and Florida, and is now settled in her home state of Rhode Island. She is the mother of two children and a feisty dog named Brandy. Find her at www.mariesullivanforce.com, on her blog at http://mariesullivanforce.blogspot.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/pages/Marie-Force/248130827909 and on Twitter at twitter.com/MarieForce. Marie loves to hear from readers. Contact her at marie@marieforce.com.

I was working on a scene in a book and it was giving me issues. For some reason what I wanted to happen just didn’t seem to be working. I did everything I could to get it to work. Nothing worked. Finally I discussed it with a friend. She asked me to describe what I wanted to happen in the scene.

I did in detail and ended with that it wasn’t working. She calmly said to think outside the box and write it so it can work. Of course I was exasperated since that didn’t help me. Well I put the story aside for a bit. I just picked up the story again and read it. As I did it was as if a light went off. Since the practical wasn’t working I was about to go the impractical way. Thinking outside the box if you will. So now that I am going with the impractical the scene has flowed the way I want. The story is now moving well and I am once again loving it.

So the impractically works you just need to find another way that works.

McKenna Jeffries
http://www.mckennajeffries.com/
…. sensual, edgy, unexpected

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Conquering Jazz – What’s a woman to do when she unwittingly makes a tantalizing proposition to her best friend?

Be brazen, bold and set some ground rules. Her offer. One night of carnal bliss. No emotion allowed.

His counter offer. A continued affair to fulfill all their sexual cravings.

His hidden agenda. Conquer to make sure their affair never ends.

Buy here at Liquid Silver Book.

            Mysterious.  Hot.   What is it about the bad boy that appeals to us? 

            In my mother’s generation it was James Dean:

            Dean happened to be a misunderstood guy with a mega ‘tude and a motorcycle.  Very hot!

            Remember THE LOST BOYS?  Kiefer Sunderland could bite me anyday!

            If you watch VAMPIRE DIARIES there’s the good vamp, Stefan:

            And bad boy Damon:

            Decisions.  Decisions.

            I remember in high school this one guy all the girls were crazy about.  Tall, dark, and definitely very hot.  He drove a brand new car too. My BFF was head over heels in ‘love’ with him.  Ok, so he never actually dated her or knew her name, still, she wanted him.

  One day while walking home, he pulled up to me and asked in his husky voice, “Hey, want a ride?”  Even now I get goosebumps!  But being the good girl I was, I turned him down. 

            He was persistent.  “You sure?” he asked again.  I remember looking over at him, my heart a fluttering and almost getting in.  Then my friend’s face flashed in my mind.  So I told him no and watched him drive off into the Sacramento sunset.

            Now that’s real life.  In books who doesn’t fantasize about actually getting into the car and riding off with the mysterious guy?  I especially love the bad boys who are really misunderstood.  Totally love Damon in VAMPIRE DIARIES.  His vulnerabilities only make you want him more!

            In my YA paranormal CROSSED OUT, Stephanie feels herself falling for Mark, the new mysterious guy at Sutter High.  All the girls, including her arch rival Hillary, fawn over him.  But who is he interested in?

            Stephanie.

            Then there’s the boy next door, Dylan.  Surfer and all round good guy.  He also has his own secret.

            Stephanie is torn between being annoyed at Dylan and a growing attraction to him.  Then of course Mark swaggers along and totally confuses her.  She makes a choice.  A choice that has some serious consequences.

            Read who Stephanie chooses in my book CROSSED OUT:

Blurb:

Following the light can’t be that hard, right?So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Stewart alone?However nothing is ever as simple as it should be, as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning unto a liability.If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell. Literally. But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out. 

Read the first chapter at: www.lachesispublishing.com 

Available at both Lachesis publishing and Amazon 

I love my characters, what author doesn’t? The Omegas, my very own pack of geeky werewolves, didn’t have an alpha to follow. They lived together as a happy unit until challenged by a larger local pack. How they survived this conflict is in book one of The Vanguards series so I won’t give away too many details. I’m here today to answer the question I’ve heard repeatedly since The Omegas released. “What about Eric? You can’t leave him alone.”

They’re right, I couldn’t. For months I tried to find him a potential mate. Wracked my brain, introduced him to a few girls I created but NO. He’d cross his arms and deny each candidate. Come on! I cried there’s got to be someone you at least like. I almost gave up.

Then one night, during a long hot bath, I pondered writing a book about Sugar’s twin, Spice, instead since Eric wouldn’t cooperate. I went to bed and dreamed. A women’s voice spoke to me and told me how hard life had been since she deserted her younger twin. I awoke at two AM to bolt from my bed, trip over my sleeping fat hound dog, and write the first chapter of The Alpha.

My husband came to check on me about three AM, called me crazy, but didn’t drag me back to bed.

Eric approved of Spice and finally admitted to me he’d been crushing on her since high school but never had the courage to do anything about it…until now.

BLURB:

Someone is about to get some Spice in his life.

Spice has nothing but the clothes on her back when she returns to Chicago. She’s looking for a better life, and that means reuniting with her estranged twin sister, Sugar. She isn’t thrilled to find out Sugar’s boyfriend is a vampire. But then she meets Eric, once the bottle-cap-glasses wearing nerd next door – now grown into the kind of man she’d love to snuggle with on this cold winter night…and he’s offered her his room in Sugar’s house.

Eric can’t believe Spice has returned. He’d given up hope of ever seeing her again, let alone having her stare at him as if he’s sex on a stick. But now that all of his fantasies for them are coming true, reality rears her ugly head and Eric must tell Spice his intimate secret; he’s actually an Alpha werewolf looking for his mate and he thinks he’s found her.

Link:  www.lyricalpress.com/the_alpha 

Excerpt: http://annienicholas.webs.com/thealphaexcerpt.htm 

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Annie Nicholas

‘My Sun Your Shadow’ by Suzannah Safi

 A Dark Fantasy, Thriller Romance “Vampire” short story available from eXtasyBooks.

Did you ever wake up in a dark room not knowing where you are and how you got there? Probably not, but in ‘My Sun Your shadow’ you will live in a world of dark fantasy full of danger and the unknown. Would you sell your soul to the devil, a vampire, or unusual phantom? Maybe, maybe not. Cat had to make a decision. Dwell in her world and live her life for few hours and make the decision as well: Will Cat and you make a good choice at the end?

Some things are not always as they appear. In this story, I wanted you to know that it’s okay to be scared of making a choice. But be open for possibilities, maybe the other side is brighter.

My Sun Your Shadow: Wouldn’t it be beautiful to be the light of someone? But then again if there is no light you wouldn’t be able to see the shadows, would you?

My advice: Weigh the possibilities, make a choice, and don’t be afraid of making mistakes.  

That’s my opinion. But my question to you: If you were kidnapped by a vampire would you turn into one? No, yes? If you agree to turn into one, why is the question?  

Here is the blurb for ‘My Sun Your Shadow’ and an excerpt; I hope you’ll enjoy it:

Blurb:

Cat Mckibben wakes up one night to find herself chained to a bed at the will of a mysterious dark stranger. Yet his allure is more than she can handle as he entices her to follow him down a path of self-revelation and self-indulgence. When given to her fantasies, Cat finds the stranger more powerful than she imagined…and his identity is revealed as Dracula. Set out to take a queen, Dracula informs Cat that her secret heritage makes her the predestined queen. Cat faces a decision–to stay with Dracula and enjoy a vampire’s life teeming with sensual bliss, or the alternative fate that awaits her when she wakes up once again in her former nightmarish reality…

Excerpt: Cat’s eyes snapped open when a whooshing resounded against the darkness. The faint moonlight obscured her surroundings as she searched for a sign of where she was. She lay on a king-size bed, soft and comfortable mattress underneath her, but couldn’t remember how she got here and where was here? She turned her gaze upward, her hands stretched and chained to the headboard, her legs spread and chained to the bedposts. Cat shut her eyes for a second, squeezing her memory to recall something about where would she be, but the few glimpses of who she was faded in her brain as if a solid gate bound her from getting in. How come I remember my first name, but nothing else? She wiggled her wrists and legs to free them, but it only added to the pain that shot up her arms as the metal cut into her wrists. “Owww,” she cried. The clouds outside covered the moon and caused the darkness to thicken and settle on her skin like a cloying caress. The coldness in the air made the hairs on her neck stand up. The qu
ality of gloom evidenced it wasn’t natural. From the corner of her eye, a shadow hovered above her. Her breath quickened as gooseflesh rose on her skin. Who is there? Her brain screamed. Don’t worry, little one. You are safe in my kingdom. The whispery voice caused shivers to course down her spine—shivers not only stirred by fear, but confusion. The husky male pitch built waves of heat that pooled straight into her stomach and her limbs went numb. Her heart pulsated in her chest and sweat gathered from every pore on her skin. She couldn’t see where the shadow went. Maybe he hid in the shelter of the blackness. The clouds uncovered the moon and the silver light slipped through the blinds of the open window, now revealing the tall dark figure that stood beside the bed, legs spread. He towered over her. A cool breeze ruffled his long, dark hair as he stood facing her. His face hid in the shadow, but the meager light silhouetted his broad shoulders. He wore a long dark cloak, the soft breeze tugged at the ends of his cloak as he stood still, watching her. Shades of scattered clouds swam on the wall and hid the shine of the moon for a second. The room filled with darkness, then the clouds sailed away, allowing the moonlight to shimmer through the curtains again. She blinked back the moonbeam that penetrated her vision. When her haze of confusion lifted, the tall man was gone. She breathed deep. Where was she? And what was this place? Safe, you are safe with me. His voice was as soothing as if planted in her head. Ice-cold blood ran through her veins. The covers were suddenly snatched off her body. She hadn’t realized that she was naked until the cool air swept over her flesh. The easterly drift tugged at the ends of his dark cloak as he strode toward the end of the bed. The sharp crackle of fabric swirled around him with each gust from the breeze. She trembled as his warm fingers slid over her calves. She gazed down and with the faint light from the moon, sought the place he touched, but nothing was there except the press of his fingers on her naked skin. Her body grew hotter as his phantom fingers trailed on her skin and reached her left thigh, then penetrated that hallow soft skin between her …Would you like to read the rest of the first chapter, please visit my blog at http://suzannahsafi.blogspot.com/            Author’s website: www.suzannahsafi.com Publisher website www.extasybooks.com

Want to win a Advanced Reading Copy of A Groom of One’s Own by Maya RodaleWe are giving away 3 Arcs!

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• Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
• Publisher: Avon (June 29, 2010)

Miss Harlow’s Marriage In High Life
London, 1823

A handsome duke. His beautiful soon-to-be duchess. A whirlwind courtship. It is this author’s privilege to report on the event all of London is talking about: the upcoming wedding of the Duke of Hamilton and Brandon to the only daughter of the Duke of Richmond. Every details of the “Wedding of the Year” will be reported in these pages as a London Weekly exclusive.

But I, Miss Sophie Harlow, must confess to a secret infatuation with this “double duke” that can only lead to trouble. It is impossible that this notoriously upstanding gentleman would ever jilt his bride for a scandalous female newspaper writer. And yet…the arrival of a foreign prince, the discovery of a shocking secret, and one passionate kiss could change everything. Will this perfect duke risk the scandal of the year to marry the woman his heart desires?

There are only just three more weeks until the wedding…

How do you enter to win an ARC?

Go check out Maya’s Webpage

http://www.mayarodale.com/Come back here and in the comments post something of interest you found on her page.

I will be picking winners on Wed June 16th from the comments.

Good luck!

I’ve been having a strong craving for candy. I’m not a bug candy eater. I can go years without eating any. Also I’m not into chocolate. Shocking. I do eat chocolate ever so often but when I crave it is for something else. I know you chocoholics out there are wondering what candy I am craving if not the all-wonderful chocolate.

Okay I will admit it. I am a caramelolics. Yes caramel is one of my fav candy. That nice sweet caramel is calling me. It is a siren call that I have been resisting but I am longing. Badly. Of course because of how much I am craving I have an idea come to me. A candy idea. An idea of someone who makes sweets for a candy shop and what happens when there craving takes on the sweetest temptation. LOL.

My craving has morphed into a story idea. Now I am off to fulfill my craving and get me some caramel. Yummy. So what is you fav candy that you crave?

Taige Crenshaw
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…increasing the sizzle factor

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Wilde Seduction – What happens when a woman who doesn’t know how to relax meets a man whose lust for life will change her and make all her deepest desires come to life?

Buy here at Total-E-Bound.

Today, I’m pleased to announce the release of my contemporary western romance, Lucky in Love, by Champagne Books.  This story is about a city woman who inherits a ranch from an aunt she never knew, and the challenges she faces in taking over the property while being harassed by a powerhouse wanting her land, and being wooed by two equally charming and attractive western men.

My heroine’s story got me to thinking about the real women who shaped the West one horse or one ranch at a time.  Those pioneer women of yesteryear represent modern-day roots—the foundation story of land and livestock.  Women ranchers have always negotiated harsh environments and maintained a kinship with the land and animals, which could be exhausting or satisfying, or both.  That bond continues today with women throughout the West, whether they are working alongside their husbands, or on their own.  I want to tell you the story about one remarkable woman rancher who stands out in western history.  Her name was Josie Bassett.

Josie was a unique blend of a sweet, generous lady who occasionally rustled cattle, poached deer, and brewed bootleg whiskey to survive.  For over 50 years she lived alone in a cabin without plumbing, telephone or electricity deep within the Utah area now known as Dinosaur National Monument.

Josie came from an unconventional family. While her father was gentle and mannerly, Josie learned the skills of riding, roping, shooting, raising cattle, and strong-willed independence from her mother.  In her youth, Josie’s companions were cowboys and outlaws.  Notorious for her succession of five husbands, she divorced four of them and was widowed once.  Her divorces were scandalous at the time.  She ran one off with a frying pan!  And, although the one husband who died most likely succumbed to acute alcoholism, rumors flew that Josie had poisoned him.

When lands opened up for homesteading in 1913, she decided to flee from the rumors and make a new life for herself.  At age 40, Josie found the land she wanted on a creek; at last finding true love in her homestead.  In 1924 she built a new cabin.  While clearing brush for her gardens, she became frustrated by her long skirts and switched to wearing pants—unheard of in those days.  Bib overalls were donned for work at home, and western-cut twill trousers were worn on trips to town.  Skirts were reserved only for weddings and funerals from then on. One day while working, Josie’s long curly red hair became entangled in thorns.  Cutting herself free with an axe, she then finished the shearing with scissors, and from that time on wore her hair short—again defying convention by creating her own distinctive style.

Josie was self-sufficient.  Food was not a problem, for the most part, due to her garden, orchard and cattle.  She canned and made jerky, soap and clothing. She felt fortunate and was quick to help those in need, including her son and his family.  During the Great Depression, she distributed food to the needy on a weekly basis.  One winter she lived in a dugout so a homeless family could use her cabin.  After selling most of her cattle to help her son, Josie sometimes shot deer out of season to provide meat for herself, her family, or other needy neighbors.  Once, a game warden stopped by after she’d illegally shot a deer.  When she invited him in for coffee and biscuits, the warden told her he was there to arrest her for poaching.  Confessing, Josie took him to the freshly dressed carcass, only to find out the warden had been joking.  Astounded by her honesty, the warden let her off with a warning and enjoyed her venison gravy over hot biscuits.

During Prohibition, when Josie needed cash to help her grandchildren, she started brewing bootleg whiskey.  Although she knew it was illegal, she was not morally opposed to the stuff, even though she was not a drinker.  Besides whiskey, she also became known for her apricot brandy.  Continuing the practice even after the repeal of Prohibition, she finally stopped bootlegging when her son threatened to break up the still, and she was warned revenue agents were on their way.  Josie didn’t want to embarrass her family.

Her need for cash during the depression got Josie into serious trouble another time.  In 1936, an old enemy accused her of butchering stray cows and selling the beef in town.  Six ranchers joined in the accusations, and she was arrested when hides were found buried on her property.  Neighbors provided her bail while Josie maintained that her enemy had framed her.  However, the county attorney felt all evidence pointed to her guilt.  Coming to court in a dress and smiling graciously, the jury failed to reach a verdict against her.  She was retried, and once again there was a hung jury, so the county attorney gave up.

After years of squatting on her land, Josie finally made the homestead legally hers in 1945. Unfortunately, by some misunderstanding with a bank loan, she lost her land.  Able to retain her cabin and a few acres, she lived nearly 20 more years on her ranch.  In 1963, at age 89, while alone at the cabin, her horse accidentally knocked her over and she fell and broke her hip, experiencing terrible agony before being found.  This accident ended her days on the homestead, and Josie Bassett died a few months later, disheartened at having to leave her home of many decades, but remembered by all as a generous and colorful character.

Do you know any stories about remarkable women of the West you’d like to share?

Giveaway:  Every person who leaves a comment will be entered into a drawing to win an electronic copy of Lucky in Love.  Please visit my website to read a blurb, an excerpt, and to view a video.  Feel free to join my Announce Only Newsletter Group while you’re there.

Thanks to the ladies at RJ for having me today.

Happy Reading!

Stacey Coverstone

http://www.staceycoverstone.com

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IN BED WITH

Edited and Including Stories by Imogen Edwards-Jones, Jessica Adams, Kathy Lette and Maggie Alderson

We are giving away 3 copies

IN BED WITH

Edited and including stories by Imogen Edwards-Jones,

Jessica Adams, Kathy Lette and Maggie Alderson

Berkley Trade Paperback Reprint

ISBN 978-0-425-23425-9; $15.00

Publication Date: June 1, 2010

After a few pages of reading the steamy, tantalizing stories of IN BED WITH (Berkley Trade Paperback Reprint; June 2010; $15.00) readers might start to realize these tales are a little more unique, a little more funny, and much more wicked than the average sizzling collection of sexy bedtime stories—and that’s when it starts to make sense that every one of these red-hot tales is written by a bestselling, award-winning, and very well-known novelist!

Find out why women all over England were hot and bothered by this collection when it first came out across the pond. Using a combination of the name of their first pet and their street, all these otherwise famously lauded women writers are delivering the goods under their x-rated pseudonyms!

So which one is writing about that hot, hot night in Paris?…The sensory experiments that create a sex-starved slave?…The stranger in the farm girl’s vegetable garden?…Or a sexual indiscretion played out in the most inappropriate place imaginable?

We’re not telling. After all, a woman should have at least one secret. And you can bet it’s a good one. IN BED WITH is edited by, and includes stories by, Imogen Edwards-Jones, Jessica Adams, Kathy Lette and Maggie Alderson: “Your favourite female authors…as you’ve never seen them before…the literary world is in for a shock!”(Good Housekeeping).

How do you win a copy? go to penguin publishing webpage

http://us.penguingroup.com/static/pages/specialinterests/romance/index.html
and come back here and list in the comments area three other romance titles coming out from Penguin Group.

Will be picking winners on June 7th. Good luck!

Romance or Romantic Elements?

Many people ask me why I don’t categorize my book as Romance, but as Historical Fiction with Romantic Elements. They don’t understand the difference. If you’re an avid romance reader, you know the genre follows a formula. The hero and heroine must meet early in the novel and live happily ever after at the end. They can’t spend too much time apart in the course of the story either. My debut novel, The False Light, doesn’t meet these criteria. My heroine, a displaced countess, meets her “love” well after chapter five, they spend lots of time apart, and there is no happy ending—until you read my sequel, Without Refuge.

Here is the blurb for The False Light: Forced from France by her devious guardian on the eve of the French Revolution, Countess Bettina Jonquiere must deliver an important package to further the royalist cause. In England, she discovers the package is full of blank papers, the address false and she’s penniless. Stranded in a Cornish village, Bettina toils in a bawdy tavern and falls in love with a man who lives under the shadow of his missing wife.   Immersed in poverty, Bettina realizes what sparked the revolution in her homeland. Her past catches up to her when desperate men hunt her down. They demand the money her deceased father embezzled from the revolutionaries and believe she hides its whereabouts. She learns the truth of her father’s death and her lover’s involvement in his wife’s murder. Once again, Bettina faces the threat of losing everything. 

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When I started to write I had no idea there were specific genres, or formulas, I thought a good story would suffice. The early romances I read were spicy, and the women had multiple lovers. Now they’re usually regulated to one…the “hero” our gorgeous heroine might meet on page three, and have an instant attraction to each other. An attraction so instant to be unbelievable, but it is fiction. Still, I like a book to surprise me: who will she end up with? Your standard romance formula leaves no room for that. I also like relationships to progress at a reasonable pace…no smacked in the head with lust, heaving bosom, drooling female who can’t live without this studly, hunk of a man. I know I’m in the minority here, as many have told me they enjoy the comfort of the formula and the “perfect” protagonists.In historical fiction with romantic elements, there is more wiggle room around the formula, and that’s why I prefer to write in that sub genre. I love reading straight historical fiction, some with romantic elements, some not. I relish sensual sex scenes, and I hope I’ve written some. I also know authors who write and I have edited some wonderful romances. Of course, the ones I prefer always lean away from the strict formula. If you might enjoy delving into something a little different, I hope you will give my novel a try.

Ebook is available at: www.eternalpress.bizor at Fictionwise.com

Paperback is available at: www.amazon.com

For direct links and an excerpt, my website: www.dianescottlewis.com