Scandals that Bite

April 13, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


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What do you find to be the most rewarding part of being a Lord Vampire?

 Ian Ashton (BITE ME, YOUR GRACE): “Delivering justice to my people.”

Vincent Tremayne (ONE BITE PER NIGHT): “Providing a haven and a home to outcast vampires.”

Rafael Villar (BITE AT FIRST SIGHT): “Keeping my people safe.”


 Bite at First Sight

By Brooklyn Ann

Scandals with Bite, Book 3

Sourcebooks Casablanca

Paranormal Historical Romance

April 7, 2015

ISBN: 9781402274503

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 Her interest is purely scientific

Cassandra Burton wants to study medicine, surgery, healing, and everything related to the human body and its mysteries—and she’s willing to rob graves to do it! But a lady can meet dark and dangerous characters lurking around the cemetery. And who could be more fascinating than Rafael Villar, Lord Vampire of London? If she could study his physiology, she could learn so much that would help humans. After all, he’s immortal—and Cassandra is now his prisoner…

 Until she gets close enough to touch

As if Rafael didn’t have enough to worry about, with a rebellion brewing and his allies out of reach, now he’s confronted by a beautiful, fearless lady who wants to heal the scars he’s borne for centuries. He can’t keep her, and he can’t let her go, and worst of all, he’s every bit as intrigued by her as she is by him.

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Bite Me, Your Grace (Book 1)

One Bite Per Night (Book 2)

Bite at First Sight (Book 3)

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Praise for Brooklyn Ann

“Solid writing, a tasty dash of originality, and realistic relationships that zing with sexual energy.” —Publishers Weekly

“Clutch the pearls, ladies. It’s wonderful.” —Lit Bites



 28 September 1823

St. Pancras Cemetery, London

“If one desires a task accomplished correctly, one must do it herself.” Cassandra Burton, Dowager Countess of Rosslyn, repeated the litany as she pulled the rickety little wagon through the moonlit aisle of tombstones.

She shivered under her velvet cloak. Her fingers had long since gone numb with the effort of navigating the dratted conveyance over uneven ground and across slippery, damp grass. Shovels and pry bars clanked across the wagon’s worn pine boards. The winch rattled on its frame.

Something flickered across the corner of her vision.

Cassandra jumped. She stopped and rubbed her gloved hands together for warmth, surveying the graveyard. The area was still and silent as…well, a tomb. Yet the chill in her spine refused to abate. A scornful frown turned her lips at such irrational behavior. Ghosts were an illogical figment of uneducated imaginations, and no one could possibly have business out here at this hour…except herself.

“Worthless curs,” Cassandra whispered in as haughty a tone as she could manage.

If only the men to whom she’d offered a more-than-generous sum to perform this troublesome task had done their duty, rather than disappearing. She shook her head. If not for their unreasonable negligence, she would now be comfortably ensconced in her laboratory unraveling the secrets of the human body…not out in this cold, dreary place, jumping at shadows.

Surveying the newest graves, she read the dates to decide which would be the best specimen. The mysterious disappearance of her hired hands nagged at her. Could a murderer be on the loose? She shook her head and pulled the folds of her cloak tighter. No, by now the authorities would have found their bodies and the news would be sensationalized in The Times.

They were cowards, but she was not. To prove her lack of fear, Cassandra halted her wagon and fetched out a shovel. Her hands trembled nervously as she grasped the wooden handle.

Removing the dead from their graves was illegal. If a constable caught her, she’d be sent directly to Fleet Prison. A fresh surge of trepidation curled in her belly.

Exhuming a corpse was quite a different matter from having one ready on her operating table. As objective as she tried to be, the prospect of removing the body from its carefully arranged resting place by winching it out of the ground and loading it onto her cart was undeniably gruesome. However, gruesome or not, Cassandra needed a specimen to continue her work. And she would acquire it, no matter how much her nerves protested.

Despite being barred from official education as a physician because of her sex, Cassandra was determined to learn the skills required to become a doctor. That included studying human anatomy, and for that, she required cadavers.

Returning to the graves, she made her selection. Alfred Lumley, born September first, 1801; died September twenty-sixth, 1823. Two days ago Alfred had been a living twenty-two-year-old man, three years younger than herself. Whether or not he’d been healthy, she would soon determine. A pang of sorrow struck her heart. His soul is in heaven, she reminded herself. A mere shell remains. A shell that will help me to aid the living.

She raised the shovel, ready to plunge it into the soft soil. “I am not afraid. I am not.”

“You should be.” A sinister, accented voice pierced her consciousness.

The shovel fell from her nerveless fingers, thudding onto the cold ground.

Cassandra knew that voice; it had the rich, dark cadence that had haunted her dreams since the night she’d first met him. She spun around, the hood of her cloak falling to her shoulders.

Rafael Villar stepped out from behind a mausoleum. The shadows embraced his bronze skin, obscuring the scars on the left side of his face while moonlight highlighted his exotic features on the right.

Known as “the Spaniard,” Villar had been an infamous pugilist in Cheapside despite having only one functioning arm. The eccentric and wealthy Duke of Burnrath was his sponsor. Cassandra had often encountered Villar at Burnrath House when attending the duchess’s literary circles. Right away she’d suspected that there was more to the relationship between Rafael and Their Graces. And she’d been utterly and completely fascinated by him.

When the duke and duchess departed for the Continent to travel, Villar had leased Burnrath House. By all accounts he was rich as a nabob. For the remainder of the Season, Don Villar was all the ton could gossip about. But when months passed without the Spaniard making the slightest attempt to join Society, he was forgotten. Cassandra would have forgotten him as well, if it weren’t for those damned dreams. Now he stood before her in the most unexpected place and at the most inconvenient time.

Good Lord, will he turn me in to the authorities?

She opened her mouth to ask the reason for his presence, but the words caught in her throat when she saw that his amber eyes were glowing like a funeral pyre. His sensuous lips—lips she’d unreasonably dreamed of kissing—drew back to reveal white, even teeth…with two gleaming fangs for incisors.

Before she could scream or flee, Don Villar’s fiery gaze widened, then narrowed in recognition. “You! You’ve been the one disturbing my people?”

“Y-your people?” Cassandra stammered, staring raptly at those sharp fangs. She’d certainly never seen those during their previous encounters. Her heart leaped into her throat in dawning horror. This man was not human.

His lips curled back in a sneer, puckering the scars on the left side of his face. “Don’t play coy with me, Countess.” The word was filled with disdain. “Some of my subordinates reported hunters disturbing their lairs.” He gestured at the mausoleum behind him. “It is hard to fathom that you’re behind this, though I should have guessed. Is that why you befriended the Duchess of Burnrath?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you are going on about. I came here to… Well, it is no concern of yours.” A wave of indignation bolstered her courage. How dare he speak of her most treasured friendship in such a manner? How dare he accuse her of duplicity when he stood before her sporting unnatural teeth and luminescent eyes? And of what exactly was he accusing her? “What does Her Grace have to do with this?” Cassandra took a shaky step back. “And, in the name of heaven, what are you?”

In a blink of an eye, Rafael stood inches from her. With the same impossible speed, he grasped her shoulder, pulling her close against him. Dizziness swarmed her mind at the feel of his firm heat and his intoxicating scent of forbidden spices. His crippled left arm moved lightly around her waist, his fingers delicately brushing across her lower back. The heady combination of rough and gentle made her tremble.

His eyes locked on hers. “I will show you, Countess.”

Then his mouth was on her neck, firm lips caressing the sensitive flesh, somehow more intimate than anything she’d experienced during her ill-fated marriage. Cassandra melted against him, tangling her fingers in his silken hair.

Sharp pain exploded in her throat as his fangs broke her skin. Cassandra cried out and tried to push him away, but his iron-like right arm mercilessly held her immobile. The pain took flight, and drugging pleasure fluttered within her belly. A low moan escaped her throat as she pulled him closer. Liquid desire pulsed between her thighs. Whatever this was, she needed more, craved it with mindless longing.

Rafael pulled away, muttering a foreign curse. “You’re a grave robber?” Lifting his finger to his mouth, he pierced his flesh with one pearly fang and then gently touched the wound on her throat. The soft touch was juxtaposed by his blazing eyes and furious snarl.

She barely heard his words as her eyes locked on those deadly fangs. Cassandra froze as realization shook her to the core. He wiped her neck with a handkerchief. In confirmation of her suspicions, blood spotted the snowy cloth like an accusation.

“Vampire,” she gasped, struggling to breathe. The foundations of her scientific beliefs quaked within her consciousness. Fairy tales were not true, and magic was not real. Yet here he stood, ready to devour her blood and perhaps her soul. Terror gripped her heart like ice.

The creature that should not exist outside of myth nodded. “Yes, but you will not remember the fact.”

His eyes glowed brighter, capturing her gaze. The intensity caused a fresh wave of dizziness, but Cassandra fought it off. The vampire stood like a statue, continuing to stare at her in a most unnerving manner.

After an endless moment, she shook her head and took another wary step back. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Villar blinked and the fire dimmed from his gaze. An explosion of Spanish expletives came out in a growl as he seized her arm. “I apologize, Countess. You’ll have to come with me.”

“C-come with you where?” Cassandra stammered in confusion, trying to pull away. He’d already bitten her and drunk her blood. What more could he want? “Why? And f-for how long?”

“I am taking you to Burnrath House,” Rafael snarled through clenched teeth. “I have no choice but to place you under arrest until I can determine what to do with you.”


Rafe bit back another growl. Madre de Dios, why did the mysterious intruder have to be her? The Countess of Rosslyn was the only mortal in over three centuries to have gotten under his skin, and he still did not know why. And why did she have to be one of the rare individuals immune to mesmerism?

He’d wanted a brief moment to punish her for being a nuisance to him yet again. He’d wanted to punish her, to show her the folly in seeking out a monster, before banishing her memory. It was the worst of luck that the first mortal he’d deliberately revealed himself to was impervious to his power.

“Arrest?” Lady Rosslyn struggled in his grip, her warm flesh slipping beneath his grasp on the sleeve of her cloak, drawing his attention back to the vexing situation at hand. “Are you a constable?”

“Constable? Hardly. I am Lord of this city.” He held her fast.

“Lord? Of all of London? Whatever do you mean?” The countess tried once more to pull away. “And what of my wagon?”

Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. “Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation.”

Truly, it would have been a simple matter had he succeeded in clearing the woman’s mind of the memory. Hell, it still would have been simple if the woman hadn’t been her. Not when her sweet, rich taste lay thick on his tongue. Not when her intoxicating scent of rose petals and woman engulfed his senses.

“Well, of course I do not grasp the situation!” Lady Rosslyn exclaimed, maddeningly oblivious to the tentative hold he had on his temper. “You have failed to explain it! First, I had no idea that vampires existed outside fiction. Furthermore, I have no notion why one would arrest me for exhuming a corpse for my studies. I am fully aware that my actions are illegal, but the logic eludes me as to how that should mean anything to you.”

Rafe sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, biting back a stream of curses. Conversing with humans had never been his strong suit, but talking with Lady Rosslyn was always especially trying. “Your morbid hobby is of no concern to me. I had mistakenly believed you were hunting my people. You’re fortunate that my people didn’t take action themselves. That you weren’t beaten bloody by a mob, your house set aflame!”

Rafe closed his eyes, remembering how Ian’s third-in-command and a gang of other vengeful vampires had done exactly that to a prominent surgeon only three years ago. Ian had been apoplectic with rage. If the man’s wife hadn’t been in the country, she would surely have perished. Ian had punished the mob and issued a law that all suspicious mortals were to be handled only by the Lord of London from then on.

“Morbid?” Cassandra repeated, oblivious to the rest of his words. “You drank my blood only moments ago and you call me morbid?” Her sea-green eyes glared up at him from beneath impossibly long lashes. The captivating contact was broken too soon when she shook her head. “Well, if it is a mistake, then why are you arresting me?”

Ah and what a sweet drink it was. Yet somehow her life and memories had been more potent. Rafe usually closed his mind to his victims’ lives when he fed, but in the case of Lady Rosslyn, he had needed to discover what she was up to.

Lady Rosslyn seemed to have been a very busy woman during the last year. She’d had the daring to apply to Oxford, Cambridge, and Saint Bartholomew’s to master the healing arts. All those establishments had turned her away because of her sex. But she did not give up. Instead, she’d set forth with her studies alone, even robbing graves to learn the secrets of the human body.

Rafe sighed. This evening’s events had all been a misunderstanding. Unfortunately, one that could not be rectified. The Elders would not permit her to leave his presence alive.

“It is forbidden for mortals to know of our kind. I attempted to banish your memory of the encounter, but it appears you are immune to my powers. So now you must come with me until…” He trailed off, strangely reluctant to voice the rest aloud.

“Until when?” Her voice emerged in a frightened whimper.

Rafe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Unexpected sorrow churned in his gut at the consequence this encounter would bear.

“Until it is decided whether I kill you or Change you into a vampire.”


About the Author

A lover of witty Regencies and dark paranormal romance, Brooklyn Ann combines the two in her new vampire series. The former mechanic turned author lives with her family in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho.

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STILL THE ONE by Jill Shalvis

April 12, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Darcy Stone is game for anything—except sexy Navy vet and physical therapist AJ Colten, the guy who’d rejected her when she’d needed him most. Now the shoe is on the other foot and he needs her to play nice and help him secure grants for his patients. Unfortunately Darcy can’t refuse. She needs the money to fund her passion project: rescuing S&R dogs and placing them with emotionally wounded soldiers.

AJ admits it—Darcy is irresistible. But he’s already been battle-scarred by a strong-willed, vivacious, adventurous woman like Darcy, and he’s not making the same mistake twice—until he and Darcy are forced to fake a relationship. Growing closer than they’d ever imagined possible, Darcy and AJ have to ask themselves: how much between them is pretend? What’s the real thing? And where does it go from here?

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Sunshine was too damn small, Darcy thought. Not only did everyone know everyone, but no one had ever learned to mind their own business. Darcy started to move back to her computer but AJ stepped in her way, ducking down a little to look into her eyes.

“Ice the leg,” he said, and without waiting for a response, headed toward Ronan.

Damn, the man had a way of moving, his body shifting with barely sheathed loose-limbed power and grace, and both Darcy and Zoe watched him go.

“He’s got such an edible butt,” Zoe whispered. “Do you think he knows it?”

“I don’t think he cares.” Besides, his being hot didn’t change the fact that he was a bigger problem for her than Johnny could even think about being. Johnny was just an asshole. AJ was . . . well, she wasn’t sure what. Dangerous as hell to her well-being, for starters.

“So why do you do it?” Zoe asked her.

Darcy tore her gaze away from AJ’s ass. “Do what?”

Zoe took her big sister status very seriously. But then again, in spite of the fact that there was only a few years between them, Zoe had always been more maternal toward Darcy than their actual mom ever had.

“Bait him,” Zoe said. “He’s great guy. He’s smart, hardworking, self-made . . .”

“Maybe you should date him.”

Zoe laughed. “We’re not suited.”

“Because?” Darcy asked.

“Well . . . he’s a bit alpha.”

Yeah. Just a bit.

“We’d butt heads,” Zoe said. “But I’ve always thought that maybe you two might . . .”

“A minute ago you were worried he might kill me.”

“Well, sleeping with him might go a long way toward making sure he wouldn’t.”

Darcy snorted. “Go away, Z.”

“In a minute. He did so much for you after your accident.”

This was absolutely true. Darcy had had five surgeries, and once she’d been okayed for physical therapy, AJ had taken over her care. He’d been a drill sergeant but he’d also saved her life. She knew it. He knew it.

And wasn’t that just the problem. She hated knowing that she hadn’t been able to save herself, that she’d needed help. “You’re right,” she agreed softly. “He’s done a lot for me.”

“I mean look at you, Darce. You’re walking.”

A miracle. Darcy got that. She was grateful for that, so very grateful he’d gotten her out of a wheelchair and onto her own feet again. Sure, she’d never win a track meet and she was always going to be somewhat unstable on her own two legs—especially the right one which still enjoyed buckling on her at the worst of times—but yeah. AJ would forever be a hero for what he’d done for her.

Which wasn’t to say she liked him.

In fact, during her PT she’d actually hated him. She’d dreamed nightly about strangling him, drowning him . . .

Very satisfying dreams, too.

And if there’d been a few others, some that had involved a different kind of altercation altogether between them, of the naked and sweaty variety, well, those were her little secret.

Across the large room, past all the exercise equipment to the mirrored wall, Ronan lay flat on his back now, working with a large rubber band around his ankles, doing strengthening exercises.

On his knees at his side, AJ guided him, and wrong as it might be, the sight of the two built guys working so hard together made her pulse race just a little bit.

During a quick beat of rest for Ronan, AJ glanced over the carved muscles of his shoulder to meet Darcy’s gaze.

She stopped breathing.

At her side, so did Zoe. “I just don’t get why you’re so hard on him,” her sister said.

“Actually, I think you’ve got that backward.” He was hard on her.

Very hard.

And she resented that. It was almost as if he expected her to soften her edges, to be something she wasn’t—like maybe one of those soft, sweet, bendy yoga instructors he was fond of dating. But though Darcy was working on herself, she was never going to be soft and sweet.

Or, thanks to her accident, bendy.

“Maybe you could just try a little bit harder to be more . . . friendly,” Zoe suggested.

Darcy didn’t have words for what she felt for AJ, but she was pretty sure “friendly” wasn’t going to make the list. And yet if AJ had been there for Darcy in a huge way, so had Zoe. Always. So Darcy blew out a breath and managed a smile for her sister. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll try.”


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Jill Shalvis is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller. She has written more than four dozen romance novels and lives in Nevada with her family.

Fall for Knight by Steven Cross

April 12, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News



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A normal teenager Dean Knight is not.
With a mental illness that threatens to take over his sanity; a sister who’s deep in her own problems; and a wasted mother who couldn’t care less about it all, Dean is left to battle real life on his own. School, bullies and medications are his realities.
Then there are also the ghosts, the hallucinations and of course – the monster.
In the middle of it all, when everything seems to lose purpose, hope comes shining down on Dean’s miserable life. Her name is Ella and for one reason or another, she actually wants to be close to Dean. With Ella’s help, the lost teenage boy decides that he could finally win a battle or two – both in real life and in his writing.
But hope is a tricky thing. And the monster seems to know that.
When secrets buried down for almost a decade come out in the open, what do you do?
No one answers when I pound again, so I try the knob. It turns and the door screeches open.
            “Hello!” I call out as I poke my head in. I don’t see anyone, and I once again fight the urge to turn around and walk back out the door. Lou could be lying on the floor bleeding somewhere or convulsing from an overdose. I take a deep breath and step inside the trailer.
            “Lou! Anyone home!”
            The trailer is a single wide, so it isn’t very big. When you open the front door, you are in the living room, which is right next to a tiny kitchen. Down one hall is a bedroom. First, I survey the living room and kitchen and don’t see anything unusual. I walk past the kitchen toward one of the bedrooms. As I step closer to it, my heart thumps wildly. The bedroom door is closed, but I can hear muffled head-banging music, as if someone is listening to it through headphones at two hundred decibels, and I sigh with relief. I open the door. No Lou, but an MP3 player hooked to ear buds lies on the bed.
            There might be a bathroom down the opposite hallway. Again, my heart thuds as I approach two doors, one on the right, a bathroom no doubt. I pause and look down. No pool of blood seeps from under the door. I grab the door handle, find it unlocked, and jerk it open. The bathroom is empty too. It’s dirtier than a public toilet at a crack house, and I feel like I want to throw up.
Quickly, I close the door. The last bedroom is all that remains. I don’t think he’s in there, but I check it anyway. As I suspect, the room is empty. This must be the master bedroom where Lou’s keepers live.
            I still can’t fully shake my feeling of dread, but then I think Lou was probably just late to school, and while I was traipsing through the woods, he probably went on to school, and at this very moment, he and Ella are laughing their asses off.
            I laugh a little too, but I also feel good about myself in another way. The old Dean wouldn’t have been too concerned with anyone else. I guess you could say the new Dean has learned to make a few friends. I realize how tired I really am from not only the walk but also the unbearable tension I have felt from thinking my friend is dead.
            I sit on the couch―a little reluctantly because it’s pretty dirty, but then again our couch is secondhand, so I can’t be judging other people’s possessions. I think about how ridiculous I feel, and then I laugh aloud again.
            I start to leave, but something outside the window catches my eye.
            I stare for a long time, feeling unsure.
            Lou swings from a tree outside the window; he’s hanged himself with an electrical cord.
Steven Cross:
Steve Cross’s first successful writing project was a play about a werewolf that his eighth grade English class performed. Though the play was never published, the warm fuzzy feeling from its public performance has never quite left Cross, who continues to sink his teeth into a variety of writing projects. His first publication was a haiku, followed by two middle grade novels published by POD publishers and a young adult novel published by Buck’s County Publishing.
A fanatical St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan; a lover of all kinds of YA fiction, as well as the writings of Dean Koontz and Stephen King; a fan of all kinds of music – from Abba to the Zac Brown band, Cross dreams of the day he will write a best-selling novel or sell a screenplay for seven figures, so he can retire and write more best-selling fiction.  Until that day, he and his wife Jean, Missourians born and bred, will continue to toil in the field of education and live in peace with their two dogs and two cats and wait around until their daughter Megan and son-in-law Sean give them grandchildren to spoil.
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Ruth’s Writing Tip is The First Page Checklist

April 11, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

This week author Ruth A. Casie joins us with her tip. Ruth writes about strong women and the men who deserve them. Ruth’s Writing Tip is The First Page Checklist.

I remember the first draft of my first story. I eagerly read it at literary group meeting to three well published authors. I had worked hard on the story especially the opening. I saw it as a movie. The first thing I see in a movie is the setting. So, I diligently, and meticulously, described the scene.

Are you laughing? It wasn’t close to ‘it was a dark and stormy night’ but it didn’t belong as the opening. They loved the description. They told me to save it for someplace else but to come up with something more compelling.

I asked them what would be compelling. Action? Conflict? Inciting incident? I was told to make sure you connect with the audience, establish your unique voice. I was taking notes so fast that when I got home I could hardly read my own handwriting. After a lot of thought I replaced the opening with a fight scene.

I’ve just released my seventh story. Again the first page took a lot of thought and planning. In this story there isn’t any fight scene until the end of the story. I knew that it was the first page that grabbed the reader. Many times it’s the first sentence. Here some things to consider for your first page:

  • Make certain you protagonist connects with the reader with an opening hook.
  • Make certain you introduce the main character in opening
  • Start your story at a turning point or right before. You want the reader to see what’s changing.
  • Establish the setting (not go on like I did *smile*) and time period.
  • Establish your unique voice.
  • Give some indication of the character’s motivation.
  • Begin with the present action, not back story.

For the opening of my new release, KNIGHT OF RAPTURE, I chose… well instead of telling you, here it is for you to read.

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September 22, 1605 — Early Morning

Visions of his warm bed and even warmer wife lit Lord Arik’s face. A deep, rich chuckle rumbled in his chest at the vivid images of how he’d wake Rebeka.

Who would have thought the great druid Grand Master was a besotted bridegroom? The summer had been warm and all the sweeter with Rebeka by his side.

He stood on the open terrace at the back of the manor, surveyed his domain and swelled with pride. Fayne Manor was a thriving estate that had been the family home for eleven centuries and it would stand for eleven more.

While he waited for the sun to rise, he prepared for the ritual. He took off his linen shirt and braced himself for the crisp September air. The morning breeze stirred, sending the red and orange leaves racing across the garden, twisting and tumbling like rowdy children at play.

Out of the corner of his eye he sensed movement but nothing was there. It sobered him. The Shade, an otherworldly thing, was an old acquaintance begging for an audience. Like an old woman with aches and pains predicting bad weather, the Shade’s shadow warned him of trouble. What did it bring this time? He had learned long ago to listen to it. The warning was accurate, most of the time. He glanced at the manor door. A little longer. He wanted more time to love her before he began her training. Dark Magick. Faith. She wouldn’t be the same when they were done. He didn’t want any changes. She was fine the way she was.

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Scent of the Soul by Julie Doherty

April 10, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

01_Scent of the Soul_CoverPublication Date: February 11, 2015
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Genre: Historical Romance

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In twelfth century Scotland, it took a half-Gael with a Viking name to restore the clans to their rightful lands. Once an exile, Somerled the Mighty now dominates the west. Hes making alliances, expanding his territory, and proposing marriage to the Manx princess.

Its a bad time to fall for Breagha, a torc-wearing slave with a supernatural sense of smell.

Somerled resists the intense attraction to a woman who offers no political gain, and he wont have a mistress making demands on him while hes negotiating a marriage his people need. Besides, Breagha belongs to a rival king, one whose fresh alliance Somerled cant afford to lose.

Its when Breagha vanishes that Somerled realizes just how much he needs her. He abandons his marriage plans to search for her, unprepared for the evil lurking in the shadowy recesses of Irelanda lustful demon who will stop at nothing to keep Breagha for himself.

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Something magical happened in the musty basement of Julie Dohertys local courthouse. She went there intending to research her ancestry, not lose herself in a wealth of stories, but the ghosts of yesteryear drew her into the past and would not let her go. The trail left by her ancestors in those yellowing documents led her from rural Pennsylvania to the Celtic countries, where her love of all things Irish/Scottish blossomed into outright passion.

She became particularly interested in Somerled, self-styled “King of Argyll” and progenitor of the Lords of the Isles. In 1164, he led a fleet of 164 galleys up the River Clyde in an all-or-nothing attempt to overthrow the Scottish crown. What would lead a man of his advanced years to do such a thing?

Of course, history records he did so because the king demanded forfeiture of his lands. But the writer in Julie wondered …what if he did it for the love of a woman?

Those early thoughts led to SCENT OF THE SOUL, Julie’s first novel, available now on Amazon.

Readers will notice a common theme throughout Julies books: star-crossed lovers. This is something she knows a bit about, since during one of her trips to Ireland, she fell in love with an Irishman. The ensuing immigration battle took four long years to win. With only fleeting visits, Skype chats, and emails to sustain her love, Julie poured her heartache into her writing, where it nourished the emotional depth of her characters.

Julie is a member of Pennwriters, Romance Writers of America, Central PA Romance Writers, The Longship Company, Perry County Council of the Arts, and Clan Donald USA. When not writing, she enjoys antiquing, shooting longbow, traveling, and cooking over an open fire at her cabin. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, who sounds a lot like her characters.

For more information please visit Julie Doherty’s Website and Blog. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

Scent of the Soul Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, March 23
Review & Giveaway at Unshelfish
Spotlight at Literary Chanteuse

Tuesday, March 24
Review at The Mad Reviewer
Excerpt & Giveaway at Sexy Siren Book Blog
Spotlight at I Heart Reading

Wednesday, March 25
Spotlight at Genre Queen

Thursday, March 26
Interview at Mythical Books
Spotlight at CelticLady’s Reviews

Friday, March 27
Spotlight & Giveaway at So Many Precious Books, So Little Time

Monday, March 39
Spotlight & Giveaway at Cheryl’s Book Book

Thursday, April 2
Spotlight & Giveaway at Griperang’s Bookmarks

Sunday, April 5
Review at Carole’s Ramblings

Monday, April 6
Review at Book Nerd

Wednesday, April 8
Review at The Lit Bitch
Interview at Sizzling Hot Books
Spotlight at Layered Pages

Thursday, April 9
Spotlight at Deal Sharing Aunt

Friday, April 10
Spotlight at Romance Book Junkies

Wednesday, April 15
Review at With Her Nose Stuck in a Book

Thursday, April 16
Review at Dreams Come True Through Reading

Friday, April 17
Review at The True Book Addict
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THE OUTERLANDS by Jared R. Lopatin

April 09, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


We all loved Alice in Wonderland.

In THE OUTERLANDS, a YA novel by Jared R. Lopatin, Wonderland gets a twist.

It’s intense and utterly whimsical!

Release Date: March 31, 2015

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Alex didn’t want to die, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. Dwight’s pills seemed to promise escape… and escape is exactly what he gets. He ends up in a world reminiscent of his childhood Wonderland, but nothing is as it was in Alice’s day. The Outerlands are a twisted version of his favorite story, with strange characters and unnatural dangers. Before he can get used to his new home, it’s threatened by an outside force. Will Alex ever find a place where he feels safe?

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  Death is rarely a choice and, when it is, it’s usually a final choice. After all, for all that most people know, there are no choices after death. Alex certainly thought this would be the case. And he would have been right. If.


Such a small word – barely two letters – that encompasses so much. So much uncertainty. So much dependency. So much…possibility.

It was this very possibility that launched one Alexander Carroll Lewis into a Realm of curiosity. This special journey hinged on that two letter word – if. Even in the midst of all of the madness, he knew that was the root of everything. He traced the ifs back through from the recent to the past.

If he hadn’t swallowed the pills.

If he hadn’t bought the pills.

If he hadn’t fought back.

If he hadn’t met Jay.

If he hadn’t gone to that school.

If he hadn’t lived in that town.

If he hadn’t lived at all.

Strangely enough, or perhaps not strangely at all, it was this last if that prompted him toward the first if in the first place. He saw the latter as a solution for the former. What he was about to find out was that there was no solution to the last if because the last if wasn’t a problem that needed solving at all. Eventually, he found his way to the problem and the solution, but that won’t happen until the end of this story.

This is only the beginning.

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About Jared R. Lopatin:

Originally from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Jared fell in love with stories at a very young age. This love led him to major in English and Theatre, a decision that brought him many adventures, such as performing in Footloose, Cats, and West Side Story.

His first full novel, Rising Sign, was started backstage during a production of South Pacific in Indiana. Five years later, his debut novel was complete and he headed back to school for his Masters in Special Education. By the time he graduated, he had written the following two books in the trilogy, Ruling House and Returning Planet. He used his school experiences as a base for his standalone novel, Let’s Play It By Ear. His newest novels, The Outerlands and The Good Witch are slated for release in 2015.

Jared currently lives in New York City with his cats, Benedick and Beatrice. He works during the day as a high school English teacher and theatre director at a Deaf school.

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Author Kirsten S. Blacketer

April 09, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


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Torn between duty and desire, a knight and his lady fair must decide if their love is worth the price of treason.

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Madeline Campbell has been whisked away from her uncle’s barony to be reunited with her family in the Scottish Highlands. Her happy reunion quickly sours when she realizes her father intends to present as a bride to the winner of the Highland Tournament. With no one to turn to for comfort or guidance, Madeline chooses to do her duty to her clan as well as her father and marry the winner.

An English knight has no place on Scottish soil, but Alexander must complete the mission with which he was tasked. Find Madeline and ensure her safety. When he finds her, he must decide between his honorable duty and his love for Madeline.

No one can deny their attraction and their desire for one another, but when it sparks jealousy in the other clansmen, they have no alternative but to run. Secrets emerge from the shadows of the past and threaten to tear their happiness apart. How can one choose between their duty and their heart?

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“I am merely a possession to be bartered and traded.” She sighed. “Evelyn was right. Tis not fair.” She wiggled against him, trying to find a more comfortable seat.

“Madeline,” he groaned. “Do not do that.”

“What?” she asked innocently, glancing at his face. He had drawn his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes had drifted closed. She released his shirt and touched his unshaven cheek. The rough prickle of new beard scratched her palm.

“Cease your torture, lass,” he said, his voice hoarse and breaking.

“Am I hurting you?” she shifted again, bracing her hand on his thigh. His hand tightened, gripping her waist tightly.

“Stop. Moving.” He grounded out the words.

“I do not mean to hurt you,” she said sympathetic. She truly had no idea what she was doing to cause him pain.

“If you would stop your wiggling,” he rasped out.

She pulled away from him in an effort to give him some space. Madeline slipped, nearly tumbling from his arms when he caught her, his palm cradling her breast. She felt the heat of his hand through the fabric of her gown. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach, twisting and pulling, threatening to tear her apart. She gasped, grasping his plaid to steady herself again. As soon as she settled, his hand released her, resuming its grip on her side.

“My apologies, my lady,” he said as their mount climbed the hill toward the keep. Madeline could see Angus and Heather ahead of them, but far enough their words were a whisper on the breeze.

“Twas my fault I nearly fell,” she said, the heat rising in her cheeks.

“I meant for…” He coughed, unable to finish the sentence.

“Oh, that, well,” she stammered, her face enflamed. The darkness hid her embarrassment, but it also emboldened her. “I must admit, I liked it.”

Alexander said nothing, but his fingertips digging into her side belied his reaction. She felt daring in the moonlight.

“Did you like it as well?” she whispered, her gaze fixed on his face. He bit his lip again. A familiar tingle shot down her spine, landing in the pit of her stomach.

“My lady, twas naught but an accident,” he replied stiffly. “It will not happen again.”

She leaned closer to him, curling against his warm body. “Your touch warms me the way strong wine does. Making me feel weak and helpless and happy, all at once. I cannot help but want more.” She reached her hand up to caress his face again. “Would you kiss me again, Alexander?”

She felt his breathing quicken. His heart beat louder beneath her cheek, and his jaw twitched beneath her touch. “You want it as much as I do,” she said, feeling wicked and wanton. She had wanted him for so long, to have him so close now and not take a chance seemed wrong.

“I do,” he whispered so softly she almost missed his confession.

“Then I am yours.” Her breath hitched when he glanced at her, his eyes as dark as the skies above them.

“I cannot,” he replied, regret evident in his tone.

“You can,” she pleaded. Her body ached for his touch, her lips burned for his kiss. For two years she pined for him, forcing herself to be content for the chance of seeing him around the keep. Ever since he kissed her, she knew he wanted her with as much passion as she desired him. Her fingertips journeyed into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, twisting them. “Please, Alexander.”


Author Interview:

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

Right now I’m working on a trilogy of Victorian novellas set in 1890s England. The plot is centered around three thieves and the unfortunate disappearance of their stolen merchandise. The trio finds themselves butting heads with some very stubborn, independent women. The chemistry is electrifying.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

I’ve been writing since I was fourteen, probably before that, but it wasn’t until I was in eighth grade that I realized I wanted to write. And I’ve always been interested in writing love stories. All of my work contained elements of romance. I pursued a bachelors in English in college, but I never focused on writing as more than a fun pastime. In 2012 I pushed outside of my comfort zone and submitted one of my short stories to a publisher. I’ve been writing with a purpose ever since…I have to get my stories out to readers.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

I honestly can’t remember who specifically gave me this advice, but the best writing advice I ever got was: (1) Write every day. (2) You can’t edit a blank page, so write, even if it’s total crap. You can fix it later.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

My idea of the “perfect” hero is the man who is imperfect. I love flawed characters. It makes them more human. When it comes to the men in my stories, each of them have secrets, scars, and agendas that never seem to include the heroines. The more complex he is the more interesting he becomes as a hero. I prefer my men to be alphas, but strength in a beta can be just as sexy. Anti-heroes are by far my hero of choice as a reader.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I have both. My husband prefers the hobbies to the collections as they seem to clutter the house, and we move quite frequently, being a military family. I enjoy horseback riding, photography, dancing, reading (of course), and volunteering with the community theatre. As for the collections, I have a passion for books, especially antique ones. I have one whole shelf of books dating back to the early 1900s and late 1800s. I also collect antique trunks and teacup sets.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Just being a military spouse has been my greatest adventure, right next to being a mom, but if you’re looking for something a bit more specific, I would have to say that the last few months have been my grandest adventure to date. I auditioned for my first theatre production and performed the role of Moriarty’s henchwoman, Madge Larabee, in my community theatre’s production of Sherlock Holmes: The Final Adventure.

It was a wonderful experience, and I’m thrilled to have that memory to carry with me. Plus, I got to play a villain. How cool is that?

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

England. Of all the locations in the world, I write about this country the most. I have an intense fascination with it. I have friends who live there, whom I’ve never met and would like to visit. I would also love an excuse to wander around London in the hopes of running into Tom Hiddleston. *swoon* I’m a huge fan of his.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

We are an adventurous family when it comes to food. Every meal is something new and exciting. We have our favorites and the tried and true recipes we make on a regular basis, but there are no picky eaters in our house. We all love spice and variety. It makes life interesting. My husband is an avid hunter, so all of our red meat is wild game. I haven’t bought hamburger in two years, one of the joys of living in Wyoming.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

Indoor plumbing and feminine hygiene products. Pretty self explainatory, huh? *giggles*

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

Netflix marathon with my hubby. We’re quite content with keeping it simple and uncomplicated.

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?

I would describe myself as an introvert who enjoys the simple things. My family would describe me as easily stressed. My friends would describe me as a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind and a soft spot for British actors.

What is your favorite comfort food?

Carbs…preferably perogies.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Autumn and Spring are tied in my book. I love the colors of autumn, but the flowers of spring are breathtaking. Autumn is the perfect time to sit outside by the fire pit and sip a hot beverage. Spring just lets me get a burst of rejuvenation after the cold of winter.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

Internet. Most of my friends are online. I move around so frequently, it’s often the only way for me to keep in touch with everyone I meet. I also find it to be a great way to network. I would feel completely lost without the internet.

What project are you working on next?

My Victorian novella, Jewel of Winter will be releasing soon. So I’m working on the second and third in the series, so my readers won’t have to wait too long in between releases.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

I am always online.






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I won’t be anywhere in person in an author capacity, yet. It’s on my list of things to do next year. *wink*

Biography for Kirsten S. Blacketer

Stick her in the middle of a chaotic home with two children, a hyperactive dog, and a camouflage wearing husband, and she can cook and clean with the best of them.  But when the sun goes down and the children are nestled in bed fast asleep, she tucks away her pots and broom and like Cinderella she transforms.

Her characters creep forth from the dark recesses of her mind taking their places in the castles and forests built from her words. No simpering heroines linger there with forlorn gazes turned to the horizon, waiting for their Prince Charming. They straighten their spine, arming themselves with blade and bow, prepared to do their part in defense of their honor and destiny. She breathes life into the women she believes our ancestors to be, showing how they lived and loved with passion and grace.

Never bored by the tales still left to tell, she battles the ever sarcastic muse in her quest for romance.


KISS THE EARL by Gina Lamm

April 09, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


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Title: Kiss the Earl

Author: Gina Lamm

Series: Geek Girls Series

Pubdate: April 7th, 2015

ISBN: 9781492607823


A modern girl’s guide to seducing Mr. Darcy

 When Ella Briley asked her lucky-in-love friends to set her up for an office party, she was expecting a blind date. Instead, she’s pulled through a magic mirror and into the past…straight into the arms of her very own Mr. Darcy.

Patrick Meadowfair, earl of Fairhaven, is too noble for his own good. To save a female friend from what is sure to be a loveless marriage, he’s agreed to whisk her off to wed the man she truly wants. But all goes awry when Patrick mistakes Ella for the would-be bride and kidnaps her instead.

Centuries away from everything she knows, Ella’s finally found a man who heats her blood and leaves her breathless. Too bad he’s such a perfect gentleman. Yet the reluctant rake may just find this modern girl far too tempting for even the noblest of men to resist…

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Today we are pleased to sit down with author Gina Lamm, whose title, Kiss the Earl, is out this April. To celebrate the release of this fun time-slip novel Gina’s here to share a snippet from the book with a time-travel tip for aspiring adventurers!

“He gave her a look but didn’t comment on her colorful choice of words.

“When we reach the inn, I shall pay for your accommodation. It is the least I can do for putting you in this predicament.”


The reply was automatic. She hadn’t really thought about how she’d pay for the room at the inn. Or food, for that matter. Or clothes that wouldn’t make people automatically assume she was a streetwalker. She stopped dead in the middle of the road as reality came crashing down over her. This was bad. This wasn’t just bad, this was extra, super-duper bad with a side of awful sauce. This was comic book–worthy bad. Somewhere a mustachioed villain was cackling and rubbing his hands together.”

 Gina’s Time Travel Tip – Temporal journeys are usually fraught with difficulty. Make use of what you’ve got! Maybe you could trade your smartphone for some food. Or your ridiculous high heels for some sensible shoes. Improvise!


Gina Lamm, a bellydancing, wisecracking, marshmallow-addicted geek, loves nothing more than penning funny, emotional tales of love, lust, and entertaining mishaps. Married to a superhero, she lives with her beloved family in North Carolina, surrounded by tobacco farms, possums, and the occasional hurricane. She also writes erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave under the pen name Regina Cole. Visit


Deception of a Highlander by Madeline Martin

April 08, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News



Scottish Romance doesn’t get much steamier—or more dangerous—than a spy hunting her quarry, and losing her heart to him instead. To pay a seemingly impossible debt, Mariel Brandon has become a spy for Aaron, one of England’s deadliest minds. Aaron’s latest mission for the sharp-witted and daring Mariel is to find two people in a heavily fortified castle on the Isle of Skye, a castle headed by the clan MacDonald and the powerful Kieran. Mariel is to seduce Kieran and get him to take her to Skye. If she succeeds, Aaron promises to let Mariel’s young brother go, and to free both of them from their debt.  If she fails, her brother will die.  What she doesn’t count on is craving Kieran MacDonald almost immediately upon meeting him. Now Mariel must keep a secret from Kieran—one that could get them both killed—as she tries to form a plan that will save her brother, get her out from under Aaron’s thumb once and for all, and keep her in Kieran’s strong arms forever.

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It was only a kiss, but he knew without a doubt the heat of her mouth against his would only serve to whet his desire further. He would not be able to still his hands from gliding over what was hidden from view, from pulling her against the parts of him she made ache.

With an incredible act of willpower, he straightened, released her and took a step back to address her from a safer distance lest he give in to temptation.

“If ye still want to come, meet me here tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, aye?”

He turned to leave when her hand on his forearm stopped him.

“Why did you not kiss me?” she asked.

Kieran studied her face and desire tugged at him once more. “Do ye always get what ye want, Mariel?”

Her eyes trailed the length of his body, her expression shrewd. “Only if I know how to get it.” 

Author Interview:

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

I’m currently working on Enchantment of a Highlander, which is Alec’s story. Alec is battling the darkness inside him when he inherits his father’s land, an unwanted obligation which he hefts onto his shoulders. While there, he meets a healer, a woman who is so good at her trade, some assume she is a witch – a bad assumption in the time of witch trials in neighboring lands. This is a story of trust and betrayal, of light and dark, or love and of death. I’m enjoying writing it and hope many enjoy reading it when it releases. :)

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

I think I’ve always known. I’ve always been a total bookworm and it didn’t take long for stories in my head to start surfacing. Now that I’m older, I finally understand how to coordinate those small stories into a full length novel. And I feel so very fortunate for that.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

One of the first lessons I learned in writing was that if you have to describe something (verbally) to a critique partner in regards to something you’ve written, you haven’t done your job as a writer and need to better explain it in the manuscript.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

I think the “perfect” hero is a wonderful blend of alpha and beta. A totally alpha male who acts like a beta with the heroine.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I’m a single mom, so my biggest pastime includes my daughters, OldestMinion and YoungestMinion – we’re either doing dance-offs or going running together or traveling to a local park. Outside of kids, I work a fulltime job, workout, do runs, read and write.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

I’ve been lucky to have a lot of adventures in my life between travel and experience and on-site learning. I have to say my biggest ongoing adventure to date is being a single mom. There are incredible highs, like knowing someone loves me as much as I love my parents, to the extreme lows like sequestering myself in the bathroom with a jar of nutella and a spoon just so I can have five blissful moments of silence. Between the homework and the baths and the drama of a houseful of girls, it is by far the most trying, and the most incredibly rewarding, adventure that promises a fresh delivery each and every day.

 If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

Scotland, of course! Scotland is one of my favorite places in Europe. The people are always so friendly, the lands are always so lushly green and the castles make my head spin with ideas for new stories.

 What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without? What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”? 

I think central heating and air is my number one modern convenience I’d have a hard time living without. The heat doesn’t bother me so much, but Florida has thinned out my blood and left me a total cold weather wimp!

 What is your favorite comfort food?

Nutella. It’s like a jar of truffles that have been gutted for my spooning pleasure. As soon as that gold foil seal if lifted away and the silky chocolate beneath is exposed, I know I’m in trouble.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Autumn is my favorite season. I love all the fall festivals and the costume parties and the pumpkin-spiced everything that goes with it. The minions love that time of year too and there are always so many great memories made.

 What project are you working on next? 

The next series I’m planning on working on is an idea I’ve been framing out for a couple years now called the Broken Dolls about a collection of badass women in history who make up a band of all-female spies. It’s a lot of fun to research.

I’ll be doing several blogs during the month of April as well as several facebook giveaways. Please stay tuned to my facebook author page for details on each:

3 Copies are being given away in a Goodreads Contest


Author Bio:

Madeline Martin lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her two daughters (AKA OldestMinion and YoungestMinion) along with their two cats: SketchyCat who stares at walls and eats fuzz and LapCat who has a shoe fetish and enjoys Kung Pow peanuts. All shenanigans are detailed regularly on Twitter. Madeline graduated from Flagler College with a degree in Business Administration and works for corporate America. Her hobbies include rock climbing, running, doing crazy races (like Mud Runs and Color Runs) and just about anything exciting she can do without getting nauseous. She’s also a history fan (really more of a full on history dork) and loves to blog about random curiosities from her research. After living in Europe for over a decade, Madeline enjoys traveling overseas whenever she can. Her favorite place to visit thus far: Scotland. Writing has been a passion of hers since she was a child and now she finally gets to see her lifelong dream come true.

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The Newly Wed Game by Grace Burrowes

April 07, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


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The Newlywed Game with Noah Winters, Duke of Anselm and his bride Lady Thea

 What is your spouse’s most prized possession?

 Thea: I think His Grace might say, my trust is his most prized possession. 

 Noah: Your honesty, too, my love. 

 My heart is Her Grace’s most prized possession. 

 Thea: You see what I have to put up with? 

 Has your spouse ever had a pet?

 Thea: He still does, an aging steed by the name of Regent who can still give an excellent account of himself early on a cool autumn morning. 

 Noah: Like his owner. 

 Her Grace has stolen my cat, if that counts. The dratted creature now treats my side of the bed as if it were the Dartmoor bogs–the cat, that is.  

 Thea: He steals covers, and ladies must stick together against such perfidy. 

 If you were deserted on an island, what three things would your spouse want?

 Thea: Our family, his wits, and a means of making fire. 

 Noah: If you were there, you can do the thinking for us, my dear, and then my list could include a sharp knife. As for the fire… we make that together regularly, do we not? 

  Thea would want her family with her, weapons with which to defend the little ones, and probably her music box.  

 Thea: I’d have you to defend us, Anselm, what need would there be for weapons? 

 What will your wife say was an interesting bit of information that she heard about from your family?

 Noah: My sisters probably filled Her Grace’s ears with all manner of balderdash. Her Grace, being sensible, believed none of it. 

 If your husband had to be single again, temporarily, how long do you think he would say: 1 minute, 1 day, 1 month, or 1 year?

 Thea: The length of time would only matter in so far as it affected the legitimacy of our children. In every other respect, the mere fact of a legal union would have no impact on our…. dealings.  

 The Duke's Disaster

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 Title: The Duke’s Disaster

Author: Grace Burrowes

Release Date: April 7, 2015

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Genre: Historical Romance



Noah Winters, Duke of Anselm, exercises the pragmatism for which he’s infamous when his preferred choice of bride cries off, and her companion, Lady Thea Collins, becomes his next choice for his duchess. Lady Thea’s mature, sensible and even rather attractive-what could possibly go wrong?

As a lady fallen on hard times, Thea doesn’t expect tender sentiments from His Grace, but she does wish Noah had courted her trust, lest her past turn their hastily arranged marriage into a life of shared regrets. Is His Grace courting a convenient wife, or a beautiful disaster?

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 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 from Publishers 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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