Seduced under the Mistletoe is now live! If you’d like a little sneak preview, then how about reading the opening to my novella, Peril with a Prince!
The tankard dropped hard on the table and was accompanied by a leer that Giselle could see from right across the room in the dark inn. Frothy beer spilling onto the floor. She bared her teeth back at him, and the man’s eyes widened, his smile disappearing.
Giselle wrapped her cloak around her more tightly, and tried not to shiver. Merde. She should have known better than to accept a meeting at the Loxham Inn – or however it was that this English pronounced it. She had known that it was a mistake as soon as she had opened the letter the day before, but there had not been time to get a message back to her contact. And so the Loxham Inn, on the very edge of this Kentish coast, was to be her rendezvous.
She swallowed. Being this close to her home in France and yet so far was douloureux, too painful – but she could not go back there. Not since… Well, it was safer for her here, en Angleterre.
Giselle took a slow and meaningful look around the dingy room, decorated poorly for the Christmas season, trying not to grimace as she held her arm close to her chest. It was a small stab wound to start with, but constant movement in that carriage to get here had pulled at the healing, and now it was bleeding through her sleeve. It was a pity it was her right hand, for it meant that she was forced to hold her dagger in her left.
You could not be too careful when meeting a man you’ve never even set your eyes on before.
Giselle shivered and took a deep breath as a card game two tables over ended in mutterings and a punch that forced one man to the ground. Here she was, a young woman in a silk gown and elegant diamond ear bobs, sitting in one of the most dangerous inns in England. C’est stupide.
Another deep breath was needed as the minutes ticked by, and the innkeeper glared at her for keeping the small table to herself. You are the Great Whisperer, Giselle said to herself, trying to keep a stern and forbidding look on her face. Courage. You have always managed to get out of scrapes before.
There was a heavy thundering and her cobalt blue eyes looked around, anxious, until she realised it was the sound of her own heart rattling her ribcage. She wasn’t merely frightened: she was terrified. How could she have known, four months ago – and it felt so much longer – that wanting to pass on a letter for her friends would start her on a path like this? But she had had no choice, no choice at all – and now she had a spy’s reputation that she did not deserve!
Giselle swallowed, and tried to imagine what anyone in the Loxham Inn would see if they looked at her. A lady, she hoped; une femme, well bred, and strong, with a determined stare that did not give in. She had not wanted to live a life of subterfuge, and this last transfer of letters was the last one. On Christmas Day, she would be free.
Then she could go and find Pierre, wherever he was. No one’s brother should be missing for that length of time. Ah, mon frère…
Giselle started; the hair on the back of her neck was starting to prickle. What was it? Her eyes darted around the room until they fell on a gentleman almost exactly opposite her, sitting in a small recess but still facing her.
He was staring at her.
She gasped as their eyes met, but he did not look away, and she found herself unable to break the connection. He was a young man, probably not more than one or two and thirty. He looked remarkably clean, which was unusual for the Loxham Inn, and his chestnut hair was cropped short. Even from this distance, Giselle could see his eyes were dark, sparkling with intelligence and focus.
He was focused on her. There was no denying it, his entire attention was fixed upon her, and Giselle hated that her cheeks rushed with colour at the thought of his admiration.
And yet she was not blind. He was a handsome man, richly dressed but poorly kempt. He looked like a man who had spent a few too many nights on the road, but had a servant just waiting to clean him, dress him, and send him onto a court ball.
A man smelling rather pungently of pigs dropped into the seat beside her, and Giselle stiffened. Could this be the man that she had been waiting for all day? Could he be the one that she could pass these dratted letters onto, and then she would be free – free to just be Giselle d’Épiluçon, not the Great Whisperer any longer?
The man was badly shaven, and his eyes were bloodshot from drink. “You’re a mighty pretty one, aren’t you?” He murmured in the deep Kentish accents that she now knew so well. “Whatcha doing here, nice lady like you? Looking for some fun?”
The hand that was not grasped around his tankard had now found her leg. Giselle’s lips smiled, but the mirth did not reach her eyes. In one swift movement, she had grasp of his little finger and twisted it back, causing the man to cry out in pain and tears appear in his eyes.
“Was this,” she whispered in a meaningful voice, “what you were looking for, mon amie?”
She pulled it back a little further and the man shook his head, whimpering. Giselle pushed back her cloak slightly to reveal the shine of her dagger, and his eyes widened even further, tears now falling onto his cheeks.
“I think it is best if you leave the Loxham Inn,” Giselle said, the false smile now completely gone from her mouth. “Perhaps you do not come back. Perhaps you never come back, tu comprends?”
The man nodded, pleading with his eyes to be released. She let go of his hand but brought her dagger out of her cloak’s folds ever so slightly, as a warning.
He did not need it. Without another word but a quiet whimper, the man half walked, half ran towards the door of the Loxham Inn and left without a backward glance.
Giselle sighed and rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen the tension that had built up there. Mon Dieu, but she hated what her life had become. She lived in fear from moment to moment, never able to rest, never comfortable – and yet she was a lady of France, not some London urchin who enjoyed fighting to its life from day to day!
It had all started when the Revolution happened. 1798 had been a difficult one for all of France, but far more so for families like the d’Épiluçon. Rich, powerful, and noble, they were everything that the revolutionaries hated.
It had not taken them long to start executing them for the crime of simply being rich.
The d’Épiluçon family had managed to survive for a few years, keeping their heads down, not getting involved in anything political, just wanting to live in peace. Until that day when “they” had come.
Giselle swallowed as her eyes filled with tears that she forced away. The important thing was that she had survived, and she had not survived just to feel sorry for herself. The counter-revolutionaries had found her, and convinced her that the only way to protect Pierre was to turn spy against the revolutionaries, to move information about the nobles and how they could be protected. Only for a few weeks, they had said. And then she could be free.
Code name, the Great Whisperer.
She glanced up and once again caught the eyes of the handsome gentleman, who was still watching her.
Her eyes dropped, unable to match the intensity in his dark eyes. It could not be much longer, she told herself. Her contact would arrive soon, and she would be free from being the Great Whisperer, and would be Giselle d’Épiluçon once more.
Just one more rendezvous.
Since announcing that I am part of a multi-author boxset, I’ve been receiving a lot of questions – questions that (I hope!) have good answers! I wanted to bring them all into one place for you so that you can have a proper read.
What does that even mean, a multi-author boxset?
A typically boxset contains more than one book by the same author – for example, my Conquered Hearts boxset contains three books that are all part of the same series: Conquests, Love Letters, and Captives.
A multi-author boxset contains more than one book by different authors. Sometimes they are novellas, like Seduced under the Mistletoe the multi-author boxset that I’m involved with, and sometimes they are full length novels.
How did you find out about it?
I’ve been aware of outstanding multi-author boxsets before, and it’s always been a dream of mine to be in one – it’s an incredible chance to learn from other authors, share your best work with their readers, and reach new people. The lead author (the one in charge of organising the boxset) for my boxset is Emmanuelle de Maupassant, and we’ve worked together before. She got in touch and invited me to join a group that she’s put together.
Who decides if your book is good enough?
Erm…well, I do I guess! Emmanuelle wouldn’t have invited me to join the boxset if she wasn’t convinced that my books were high enough quality, and my countless 5* reviews on Amazon probably counted for something. You have to be very careful when curating a multi-author boxset because you want books that all your readers will enjoy.
What about editors and stuff?
It was down to each of us to ensure that we had our manuscripts properly edited, and so I worked with my trusty editor to ensure that my contribution, Peril with a Prince, was absolutely perfect. Emmanuelle is a talented formatter and so pulled together the finalised manuscript for publication.
How long will the boxset be available?
Together, the 16 novellas will be published as a boxset until the end of January 2019 – but then after that, it’s down to each individual author to decide what they want to do. My book Peril with a Prince will be available as an ebook, but wouldn’t you rather have all 16 for just 0.99?
How do I get my hands on it?!?
Patience! We’re just a few days away, so keep a close eye here on the website and on my social media accounts! [Edit: it’s live! Treat yourself here.]
I am beyond excited to announce that I have partnered with 15 other historical romance authors to offer our readers the best Christmas gift ever: 16 steamy Christmas themed novellas for just 99c/99p!
Entitled Seduced under the Mistletoe, this boxset will allow you to lose yourself in Viking romance, Regency romance, Victorian romance and more, all with a spicy edge and of course, a happily ever after.
Famous name included in this boxset include Carole Mortimer, Scarlett Scott, and Emmanuelle de Maupassant – and I was absolutely thrilled to be invited to join!
My loyal readers will notice that my contribution to Seduced under the Mistletoe, ‘Peril with a Prince’, is part of my Ravishing Regencies series and features the sister of the main character from Shipwrecked with a Suitor. So many of you loved the tantalising hints about Giselle, Pierre’s brother, and so of course I absolutely had to write her own tale – and you’ll save an absolute bargain by buying this boxset together because you’ll get 16 novellas for just 99c/99p if you buy in the first week!
Of course, we can only keep it at that price for so long, so set a reminder in your calendar to search for ‘seduced under the mistletoe’ on Amazon on November 1st, when our book will be published!
But don’t worry if you forget – I’ll be sure to remind you!
Alright, I’m just going to come out and say it: naming characters is the worst.
Most of my (non-author) friends think that I’m crazy for saying this. After all, most of us only get to name a few people in our lives, and if you don’t have any children then you never get the pleasure of deciding what someone is going to be called for the rest of their lives.
I haven’t had that sort of responsibility yet, but I have named several characters in my books. In fact, with my seventeenth book coming out in November (pre-order here!) and my twenty third book just returned from my editor, I’ve probably named over a hundred characters.
I’ve had Avis and Cathryn, Hestia and Audrey, even a Margaret. The boys haven’t been left out either: Alexander and Leonard and Thomas have all graced my pages.
But there’s no hiding from the truth any more. I’m running out of good names.
What? I hear you cry. There are thousands of great names – wonderful names, emotive names, beautiful names.
And there are. But when you’re going for a specific part of history, you immediately become limited. You can’t call a character Jack in the 1060s of England, or a Zacharius in the 1400s. Although Alice was popular in the Victorian era and the 1300s, you wouldn’t have found many in the Tudor era, and don’t even get me started on Judas and Delilah.
You’re unlikely to have a Regency noblewoman called Abigail (a servant’s name), nor any Victorias at all. Meredith is a boy’s name until the 1950s, and no matter how much I try to use Emily, I just can’t stomach naming a character after myself!
When you are seeking historical accuracy, it’s a challenge. There are natural limitations, and limitations that I want to stick to…within reason.
So apologies if you’re a Charles, Mary, Elizabeth, or Margaret. You could appear in almost any part of England’s history from 1050 onwards, and I’ll probably end up using you more than twice.
What name do you love? What names do you think are ignored in historical romance? Let me know in the comments below!
When most people take a vacation, they set down tools, leave the office, wave goodbye to their colleagues, and turn their mind off from their work until they need to step back into work again.
Not so with us authors. Our office is of the mind, and that means that it is almost impossible to completely abandon and try to switch off while you are taking a holiday – even if you would like to!
It has almost becoming a running joke in my family. Whenever I go on holiday with them, my trusty laptop somehow seems to find its way into my luggage.
“What did you bring that for?” They’ll ask me, a smile on their faces. “Surely you don’t want to work while you’re on holiday?”
And the answer seems that it should be ‘Of course not!’…but in many ways, writing doesn’t feel like work to me. Yes, some chapters are nightmares, and some characters make me want to rip my teeth out…
But sometimes the words just come. They flow like water from my fingertips and after losing myself completely in the words, I realise that several hours have gone by, and I haven’t eaten in any of them. My family have been tiptoeing around me, leaving hot drinks now cold around me, but otherwise leaving me be.
It’s an incredible blessing, having family like me. I honestly don’t know how I would write without them, and when we go on holiday together and explore our favourite parts of the country, inspiration lies around every corner.
A phrase to include in a book. A character to add in a story. A location that is perfect for a scene.
So when I next go on holiday, I’ll be taking the laptop. Inspiration may not stride, but just in case it does…
Well – it’s done. I’ve finished the Ravishing Regencies series.
You may find that a little surprising, and don’t worry if you are one of my loyal Kickstarter fans, the books were (technically!) already written! As I shared with you a few months ago, I had this incredible idea of how to add something into the series…
…and of course, with an eight books in a series, that can get a little complicated.
Especially when it’s a historical romance series. There’s so much to try to keep track of: details of clothing, food, slang. Character names and nicknames, dates and weather…
The list literally goes on. It took me a while, but the last book has just been pinged over to my lovely editor (thank you Julia!) and the series is officially complete.
It’s a little bittersweet, to be honest. You spend months living through the fictional lives of eight couples – no, make that nine (keep reading to find out why!). You start to realise that there are so many parts of your writing life that you haven’t done yet, because you’ve been so focused on the series that you’re writing.
But now that Ravishing Regencies is finished, what next?
Well, for a start, the world needs to read them! I am releasing one book every two months, with the next one on pre-order, so make sure that you check out Drenched with a Duke now and order the third book in the series Shipwrecked with a Suitor.
And while the other books are being published? Well, I currently have four series ideas (aarrghghh, how will I choose?) so I need to start digging into those and choosing my favourite. I’m sure that I’ll end up getting a bit emotional about it: after all, it’s a bit like trying to choose your favourite child.
It will all come down to what I fall in love with more. If I can’t fall in love with them, how will my readers?
Hello from the comfort of my armchair! Yes, that’s right: my loyal readers will know that I’m very prone to colds when winter arrives, and as soon as the weather changed here in the South of England, a sore throat started, and I’m now in the full throes of a headcold.
Which is really inconvenient! Earlier in the week I was making real headway with the feedback from my editor on Catastrophe with a Count, one of my Ravishing Regencies series and I was really hoping to have it off to the formatter and almost ready to send to my Kickstarter supporters, but that’s had to take a back seat.
I’ve also been pushing through my own edits for the last book in that series, Emigrating with an Earl, and was confident that I would be able to type ‘The End’ this weekend – but every time that I open up the document, my brain starts to feel like lead!
So I’ve been forced to take the advice of my family, friends, and wonderful readers, and step away from the keyboard this weekend (except to write this blog, to tell you that I’m not doing any work this weekend. Yes, I get the irony). It’s frustrating when you love doing what you do, and I love writing more than anything, but if I’m totally honest with myself, anything that I did write this weekend would probably be awful, and I’d just end up writing it again!
Learning to take time for yourself is vital. I’m not going to get any better by wishing it, but slowing down and taking time for myself? Well, that certainly won’t hurt.
So I’m going to allow my husband to look after me, bring me food, and snuggle down with some Jane Austen classics. What have you been up to this weekend? Tell me in the comments below!
Believe it or not, I get asked this question a lot – and I kind of understand it. After all, most of our images of an author is someone like Jane Austen, scribbling away on a tiny desk, or Oscar Wilde, resplendent in his elegant clothes while mocking the very class that he comes from.
Nowadays, not so much.
Let me take you on a journey of this weekend as an author, bearing in mind that I work a full time job as a Marketing Manager Monday to Friday.
It’s a glorious day! It’s also a day when I take stock of where I am, and what I’m behind on, because I’m always behind on something. After running through my Trello boards (sort of like magical online to-do lists that ping me emails every time I’m late for something), I decide that doing a deep plot of my next book is the most urgent thing.
I head somewhere quiet because my poor husband also has work to do, and cosy up. With a little concentration and six hours, I’ve deep plotted (that’s written out a play by play for each chapter) an entire novella. It’s 8000 words. I have pasta.
I then turn my attention to my glorious reader emails. I probably get about 25-30 a day, and so I try to reply to them each day otherwise they pile up, but I’ve been busy. I take the time to reach each one, and reply to most of them.
It’s 4pm. I head home, and decide with my man to ignore work (as much as possible) and enjoy the evening together.
I respond to three more emails and post twice on Facebook before bed.
Typically I’d head to church, but it’s one of the few days that I actually get with my husband (who works shifts), so we decide to take a lazy day. I have writing to do, and so I get up at 6am and bash out 7600 words before my husband gets up.
I shower, and apologise to the husband for continuing on. I’ve got the mother of all admin to do.
First I print, read, sign, photograph, and email a publishing contract that I’ve been meaning to do for weeks (sorry Emmanuelle!) for a super secret book project that I’ll be all too excited to announce soon! I pop over my manuscript to her too, and then start the uploading process of a paperback to Amazon.
This takes forever, so while it’s doing that, I respond to five new emails that have popped into the inbox, and update my sales spreadsheet to see how my new release, Drenched with a Duke, is doing. The reviewers love it! I give myself a pat on the back, and remind myself that I need to do four more things before lunch.
I update my bio on Audible, update two images on my newsletter, and realise that Amazon isn’t loading my paperback, so save where I got to. I email another publisher about the paperback of a different series, and drop an email each to my cover designers.
And then I started writing this blog.
Is it what you imagined?
Being an author isn’t always staring into the distance with a clever look on your face and a quill in your hand. When you’re a hybrid author – that’s one who has publishers and publishers their own books – you are not just a plotter, writer, researcher, and editor. You’re also a proofreader, publisher, marketeer, administrator. You sort out the finances and the emails, you chat with the fans and swap ideas with other authors.
It’s exhausting and wonderful and terrifying and amazing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m so excited to say that my latest Regency romance, Drenched with a Duke, is published!
A woman fished out of the ocean, and a man looking to ruin his reputation – and neither is expecting to find answers with each other…
Alexander, the Duke of Caershire, wasn’t expecting to drag a half-drowned woman from the Thames, but there seems little to do but help the bedraggled woman home.
Teresa Metcalfe, courtesan to the rich and famous, knows a fool when she sees one, but her instincts to rob him melt away as she discovers just why he was walking the docks that night.
As the night continues and time forces honesty from their lips, will Alexander relinquish the reputation that he has worked so hard to maintain? Will being drenched with a duke give Teresa a man not just for a night, but for a lifetime?
The reviews have been flying in, and you know what: I couldn’t be more thrilled!
I was left drenched, panting and wanting more. Besides I needed to find out what happened to the elusive Courtesan, Teresa Metcalfe. Well it turns out she couldn’t make her appointment because she was shoved into the Thames by a jilted suitor! She’s saved from drowning by the Duke of Caershire. That’s where this fantastic romance begins. — Sewanee
And here’s another one:
This author has found a lovely and unique way to write a fun, interesting, thoughtful and sometimes steamy, romance. I always think intertwining stories but keeping them separate are wonderful ideas if you can do them correctly and not tell the same exact story. This author is able to pull it off wonderfully!! — Tracy B. Smith
(She means Lost with a Lord, by the way, the first book in the series. Grab it here!)
And there’s more!
The eloquent words flowed off the page and deeply immersed me in a romantic tale of a lonely nobleman rescuing a beautiful courtesan from being murdered after she was pushed into the river by a scoundrel. The pair spend a lot of time talking and connecting. The dialogue was superb. I quickly loved both characters. I absolutely adore this book, and I am definitely read the next one in the series. I highly recommend this novella to all Regency romance fans. — Diana
I cannot wait for you to read Drenched with a Duke! If you want to get your hands on this delectable romance – now’s your chance. You can buy it on ebook, paperback, and audiobook by clicking here!