Saturday, October 8, 2016

Katherine Bone


Katherine Bone


National Bestselling Historical Romance Author Katherine Bone has been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat turned Officer's Wife. Who knew that an Army wife's passion for romance novels would lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater's adage is "Go Army. Beat Navy!" Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives with her rogue in the south where she writes about rogues, rebels and rakes, aka pirates, lords, captains, duty, honor, and country and the happily ever afters every alpha male and damsel deserve. 

Welcome Katherine Bone
Thank you for stopping by my blog.

What is your favorite word?
Persnickety
What is your least favorite word?
Incapable
What turns you on?
Rap Music
What turns you off?
Liars
What is your favorite curse word?
Snapple
What sound or noise do you love?
My cat purring.
What sound or noise do you hate?
Fingernails on a chalkboard.
What profession other than your own would love to try?
Ballet Dancer
What profession would not like to try?
Grave Digger.
If Heaven exists what would like God to say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Ahoy Matie!

Katherine's latest book!!


Friday, October 7, 2016

Renee Bernard


Renee Bernard

One Woman Think Tank, USA Today Bestselling Author and Host of The Romance Bookmark on Tuesday nights at Readers Entertainment via BlogTalkRadio. Oh!...and Queen of Crazy!

What in the world is a retired Navy chaplain's daughter doing writing scorching hot historical romances and contemporary romantic comedies? Renee Bernard is applying a great education from traveling all over the world to story telling and doing her best to keep her father proud. Truthfully, her father is her number one fan, even though he hasn't worked up the courage to crack one of those red hot romances open yet--but nothing stops him from telling everyone else they need to pick up her latest! Love can make even a minister do strange things!

Her debut novel, "A Lady's Pleasure" won the RT Reviewer's Choice award for Best Debut Historical in 2006 and she's never looked back. It's been one Double-Dog-Dare moment after another but she's kept her sense of humor (if not her sanity!) Renee currently lives in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains in Northern California. (Note an interesting proximity to great wineries!)

Welcome to my Blog Renee Bernard!!!

What is your favorite Word?
Nullibiguitous
What is your least favorite word?
Loofa
What turns you on?
Men who are kind.
What turns you off?
Rudeness
What is your favorite curse word?
F**k
What sound or noise do you love?
My girls laughing.
What sound or noise do you hate?
My girls crying.
What profession other than your own would you like to try?
NASA Engineer
What profession would not want to try?
Garbage Collector
If Heaven exists what would you want God to say to you 
when you reach the Pearly Gates?
You rocked it, Welcome!!!

And don't miss Renee's newest Book!!!

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Virtual Book Tour for The Perks Of Loving A Scoundrel by Jennifer McQuiston

THE PERKS OF LOVING A SCOUNDREL
By Jennifer McQuiston
Avon Books
September 27, 2016
ISBN: 9780062335142; $$7.99
E-ISBN 9780062335159; $5.99


















New York Times bestselling author Jennifer McQuiston continues her enchanting Seduction Diaries series as a bookish spinster and an unrepentant rogue unite to unmask a traitor.

Every girl dreams of a hero….

No one loves books more than Miss Mary Channing. Perhaps that’s why she’s reached the ripe old age of six-and-twenty without ever being kissed. Her future may be as bland as milk toast, but Mary is content to simply dream about the heroes and adventures she reads about in her books. That way she won’t end up with a villain instead.

But sometimes only a scoundrel will do.

When she unexpectedly finds herself in the arms of Geoffrey Westmore, London’s most notorious scoundrel, it feels a bit like a plot from one of her favorite novels. Suddenly, Mary understands why even the smartest heroines can fall prey to a handsome face. And Westmore’s is more handsome than most. But far worse than the damage to her reputation, the moment’s indiscretion uncovers an assassination plot that reaches to the highest levels of society and threatens the course of the entire country.

When a tight-laced miss and a scoundrel of epic proportions put their minds together, nothing can stand in their way. But unless they put their hearts together as well, a happy ending is anything but assured.


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excerpt from THE PERKS OF LOVING A SCOUNDREL:

From the Diary of Miss Mary Channing
May 24, 1858

            Eleanor wrote today. I should have been glad to hear from her, given that she is my twin sister and I love her dearly, but it would be untruthful to say the contents of her letter pleased me. Her new husband, Lord Ashington, has been called away on business and she’s asked me to come to London to keep her company during the last two months of her confinement.
            Can you imagine? Me, in London?
            My family says I must get my nose out of my books and begin to live in the world around me. It is true I’ve never been further afield than a day trip from home, and that I have never slept a night outside my own bed. But why would I ever want to leave, when I have my books to keep me company? And a trip to London is not without its perils. I could very well end up like one of the characters in my beloved stories, snubbed by the popular crowd. Whispered about behind lace fans. Or worse . . . led astray by a handsome villain and then abandoned to my fate.
            Yet, how could I not go? Eleanor is my sister, and she needs me. So I shall put on a brave face. Pack a trunk. Smile, if I must. But I can’t help but wonder . . . which worries me more?
            The many things that could happen in London?
            Or the thought of seeing Eleanor, with her handsome new husband, and her shining, lovely life, and everything I am afraid of wanting?

Chapter 1

London, May 29, 1858

The smell should have been worse.
            She’d expected something foul, air made surly by the summer heat. Just last week she’d read about the Thames, that great, roiling river that carried with it the filth of the entire city and choked its inhabitants to tears. Her rampant imagination, spurred on by countless books and newspaper articles, had conjured a city of fetid smells, each more terrible than the last. But as Miss Mary Channing opened her bedroom window and breathed in her first London morning, her nose filled with nothing more offensive than the fragrance of . . .
            Flowers.
            Disconcerted, she peeked out over the sill. Dawn was just breaking over the back of Grosvenor Square. The gaslights were still burning and the windows of the other houses were dark. By eight o’clock, she imagined industrious housemaids would be down on their knees, whiting their masters’ stoops. The central garden would fill with nurses and their charges, heading west toward Hyde Park.
            But for now the city—and its smells—belonged solely to her.
            She breathed in againWas she dreaming? Imagining things, as she was often wont to do? She was well over two hundred miles from home, but it smelled very much like her family’s ornamental garden in Yorkshire. She didn’t remember seeing a garden last night, but then, she had arrived quite late, the gaslight shadows obscuring all but the front steps. She’d been too weary to think, so sickened by the ceaseless motion of the train that she’d not even been able to read a book, much less ponder the underpinnings of the air she breathed.
            She supposed she might have missed a garden. Good heavens, she probably would have missed a funeral parade, complete with an eight-horse coach and a brass band.
            After the long, tiresome journey, she’d only wanted to find a bed.
            And yet now . . . at five o’clock in the morning . . . she couldn’t sleep.
            Not on a mattress that felt so strange, and not in a bedroom that wasn’t her own.
            Pulling her head back inside, she eyed the four-poster bed, with its rumpled covers and profusion of pretty pillows. It was a perfectly nice bed. Her sister, Eleanor, had clearly put some thought into the choice of fabrics and furniture. Most women would love such a room. And most women would love such an opportunity—two whole months in London, with shops and shows and distractions of every flavor at their fingertips.
            But Mary wasn’t most women. She preferred her distractions in the form of a good book, not shopping on Regent Street. And these two looming months felt like prison, not paradise.
            The scent of roses lingered in the air, and as she breathed in, her mind settled on a new hope. If there was a flower garden she might escape to—a place where she might read her books and write in her journal—perhaps it would not be so terrible?
            Picking up the novel she had not been able to read on the train, Mary slipped out of the strange bedroom, her bare feet silent on the stairs. She had always been an early riser, waking before even the most industrious servants back home in Yorkshire. At home, the cook knew to leave her out a bit of breakfast—bread and cheese wrapped in a napkin—but no one here would know to do that for her yet.
            Ever since she’d been a young girl, morning had been her own time, quiet hours spent curled up on a garden bench with a book in her lap, nibbling on her pocket repast, the day lightening around her. The notion that she might still keep to such a routine in a place like London gave her hope for the coming two months.
            She drifted down the hallway until she found a doorway that looked promising, solid oak, with a key still in the lock. With a deep breath, she turned the key and pulled it open. She braced herself for knife-wielding brigands. Herds of ragged street urchins, hands rifling through her pockets. The sort of London dangers she’d always read about.
            Instead, the scent of flowers washed over her like a lovely, welcome tide.
            Oh, thank goodness.
            She hadn’t been imagining things after all.
            Something hopeful nudged her over the threshold of the door, then bade her to take one step, then another. In the thin light of dawn, she saw flowers in every color and fashion: bloodred rose blooms, a cascade of yellow flowers dripping down the wrought iron fence. Her fingers loosened over the cover of her book. Oh, but it would be lovely to read here. She could even hear the light patter of a fountain, beckoning her deeper.
            But then she heard something else above those pleasant, tinkling notes.
            An almost inhuman groan of pleasure.
            With a startled gasp, she spun around. Her eyes swam through the early morning light to settle on a gentleman on the street, some ten feet or so away on the other side of the wrought iron fence. But the fact of their separation did little to relieve her anxiety, because the street light illuminated him in unfortunate, horrific clarity.
            He was urinating.
            Through the fence.
            Onto one of her sister’s rosebushes.
            The book fell from Mary’s hand. In all her imaginings of what dreadful things she might encounter on the streets of London, she’d never envisioned anything like this. She ought to bolt. She ought to scream. She ought to . . . well . . . she ought to at least look away.
            But as if he was made of words on a page, her eyes insisted on staying for a proper read. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a grimace of relief. Objectively, he was a handsome mess, lean and long-limbed, a shock of disheveled blond hair peeking out from his top hat. But handsome was always matter of opinion, and this one had “villain” stamped on his skin.
            As if he could hear her flailing thoughts, one eye cracked open, then the other. “Oh, ho, would you look at that, Grant? I’ve an audience, it seems.”
            Somewhere down the street, another voice rang out. “Piss off!” A snigger followed. “Oh, wait, you already are.”
            “Cork it, you sodding fool!” the blond villain shouted back. “Can’t you see we’re in the presence of a lady?” He grinned. “Apologies for such language, luv. Though . . . given the way you are staring, perhaps you don’t mind?” He rocked back on his heels, striking a jaunty pose even as the urine rained down. “If you come a little closer, I’d be happy to give you a better peek.”
            Mary’s heart scrambled against her ribs. She might be a naive thing, fresh from the country, and she might now be regretting her presumption that it was permissible to read a book in a London garden in her bare feet, but she wasn’t so unworldly that she didn’t know this one pertinent fact: she was not—under any circumstances—coming a little closer.
            Or getting a better peek.
            Mortified, she wrapped her arms about her middle. “I . . .that is . . . couldn’t you manage to hold it?” she somehow choked out. There. She’d managed a phrase, and it was a properly scathing one, too. As good as any of her books’ heroines might have done.
            A grin spread across his face. Much like the puddle at the base of the rosebush. “Well, luv, the thing is, I’m thinking I’d rather let you hold it.” The stream trickled to a stop, though he added a few more drips for good measure. He shook himself off and began to button his trousers. “But alas, it seems you’ve waited too long for the pleasure.” He tipped a finger to the brim of his top hat in a sort of salute. “My friend awaits. Perhaps another time?”
            Mary gasped. Or rather, she squeaked.
            She could manage little else.
            He chuckled. “It seems I’ve got a shy little mouse on my hands. Well, squeak squeak, run along then.” He set off down the street, swaying a bit. “But I’ll leave you with a word of advice, Miss Mouse,” he tossed back over one shoulder. “You’re a right tempting sight, standing there in your unutterables. But you might want to wear shoes the next time you ogle a gentleman’s prick. Never know when you’ll need to run.”

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Review of Pursuing Lord Pascal by Anna Campbell



The fourth book in the Dashing Widows Series is a riveting new story that proves that Anna Campbell is one of the premier voices in Historical Romance.  Her writing is enchanting and intriguing.  Her characters are inspirational and jump right off the pages into your heart.  

Lord Pascal is considered the most beautiful man in England.  He is popular with the ladies and has never had to work hard for companionship.  He has led mostly a carefree life until his estate is devastated by a hurricane and he has to marry an heiress to save his estate.  So begins his search for a bride.

Lady Amy Mowbray is a widow who is more comfortable in the fields of her estate than in a ballroom.  Her friends talk her into going to London and entering Society again.  She is not thrilled with the idea but she thinks that it will be good for her friends.  

When Lord Pascal and Lady Mowbray meet the sparks fly.  Pascal has finally found a lady that is not a silly debutante.  Lady Mowbray is a lady who is beautiful and she actually has a brain and can converse on a number of subjects without a giggle in sight.  Amy doesn't think she is attractive and keeps Pascal at arms length because she doesn't think he is sincere.

Can Lord Pascal convince Lady Mowbray that she is wanted and not just for an affair.  Will Amy find out about Pascal's need for her money?  

This is a must read for anyone who loves Anna Campbell and if you have not read any of the Dashing Widow's, that is ok.  This book is a lovely stand alone and if you really like it, I would recommend the first three novellas in this series.

Welcome Mary Balogh


Mary Balogh


Mary Balogh is the New York Times bestselling author of the acclaimed Slightly novels: Slightly Married, Slightly Wicked, Slightly Scandalous, Slightly Tempted, Slightly Sinful, and Slightly Dangerous, as well as the romances No Man’s Mistress, More than a Mistress, and One Night for Love. She is also the author of Simply Love, Simply Unforgettable, Simply Magic, and Simply Perfect, her dazzling quartet of novels set at Miss Martin’s School for Girls. A former teacher herself, she grew up in Wales and now lives in Canada.

Mary Balogh
Thank you for participating and welcome to my blog.

What is your favorite word?
Hello
What is your leasst favorite word?
Amazing
What tuns you on?
Sunshine
What turns you off?
Smell of Fish
What is your favorite curse word?
Damnation
What noise or sound do you love?
The Pan Flute
What noise or sound do you hate?
Busy Traffic
What profession other than your own would you like to try?
Opera Singer
What profession would you not want to do?
Lawyer
If Heaven exists what would you like God to say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
You're Early

Mary's new book is due for release on November 8, 2016
You can preorder with the link below,


Review of Hero In The Highlands by Suzanne Enoch



Major Gabriel Forrester is a career soldier fighting the French since he was 17.  He is a genuine hero who puts himself in harms way to defeat the enemy and saving countless fellow soldiers.  He is summoned to meet with Wellington and given the news that he now the Duke of Lattimer.  He has no idea how to be a lord, especially a Duke.  He travels to London thinking he will just leave the Dukedom in the hands of his solicitor and go back to help defeat Napoleon.  Unfortunately the estate that he owns in Scotland is a money pit and he will have to go investigate himself.

When he arrives he discovers that a woman is running the estate.  Fiona is up to her neck in trouble.  The Duke of Lattimer has arrived and she has to placate him and get him to leave Scotland and go back to being a Soldier.  Incidents like 300 missing sheep, flooded fields, problems at the mill all add up to just keeping the estate from failing all together.  Fiona and her clansman have no use for a Sassenach until they realize that Gabriel is not leaving until he investigates all the incidents that are happening at his Scottish Castle.

Gabriel is instantly attracted to Fiona and she tries to resist him.  The sexual tension is fierce and they are both having trouble keeping their hands to themselves.  There is also an ancient curse that is complicating Gabriel's efforts.

Just like all of Suzanne's books I could not put it down.  Her writing is entertaining and historically accurate.
There are moments of laughter and also intense emotions and plenty of witty dialouge between the sexes.
I have every book she has ever written and would recommend any and all of her books to readers who have not read Suzanne. This was a wonderful read!!!

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Victoria Alexander


New York Times bestselling author Victoria Alexander was an award winning television reporter until she discovered fiction was much more fun than real life. She turned to writing full time and is still shocked it worked out.

Since the publication of her first book in 1995, she has written thirty-one full length novels and six novellas. The Perfect Wife—originally published in 1996 and reissued in March 2008—hit #1 on the New York Times list. Sixteen of her books are bestsellers hitting the New York Times, USA Today and/or Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. 

Victoria Alexander
Thank you for participating and Welcome to my blog,


What is your favorite Word?
Smithereens
What is your least favorite Word?
Deadline
What turns you on?
Smell of Cinnamon
What Turns you off?
Rude People
What is your favorite curse word?
Oh Shit I don’t know
What sound or noise do you love?
Christmas Music
What sound or noise do you hate?
Lawnmowers when I am writing
What profession other than your own would you like to try?
Archeologist
What profession would you not want to try?
Anything to do with Math

If Heaven exists what would you want God to say to you when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
My God, have you lost weight?

And don't miss Victoria's newest Christmas Book!!!!!!



Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Fun Questionaire I asked the Authors at HRR 2016.


I attended the wonderful HRR 2016 in Spokane and met so many new friends and got to talk to some of my favorite authors.  I also met authors whose books that I haven't read. Now my TBR list is longer than ever.!!!
I had an idea that I thought would be fun, if you have ever seen The Actors Studio you will know about the 10 questions that James Lipton asked his guests.

Starting today I will be posting the answers from most of the authors that attended HRR 2016.  It's going to be different and hysterical.  I will be posting one questionnaire a day with information about the author and their most recent book.

Enjoy Ladies, I know I laughed out loud at the answers!!!

I will post the first Author tomorrow!!!