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A Taste of Fool for Love … and Jacinta Archer

Fool For Love_blog sizeIt’s release day! I’ve been so busy getting Fool for Love up and available that I haven’t had time to write blog posts. But I did want to give you something. So how about one of my favorite scenes from Fool for Love, which includes one of my absolute favorite side characters ever, Jacinta Archer.

Fans of Jacinta may remember the trouble she caused in Our Little Secrets. Well, good news! She will probably make some kind of an appearance in all of the Montana Romance books because I love her so much. And my dear friend Kristine keeps urging me to write a novella in which she is the heroine. You never know, it could happen!

So here you go, a little slice of Jacinta….

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Fool for Love – Cover Reveal!

April showers bring May flowers … and they also bring the release of the second book in the Montana Romance series!

So without further ado, I give you Fool for Love.

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Eric Quinlan was born a cowboy and a rancher and intends to die a cowboy and a rancher. But when his ranch is in danger of failing, he travels to the wilds of London looking for a business deal to save it. What he finds there are stuffed shirts, odd manners, and a damsel in distress.

Amelia Elphick’s life is over. She may have been born a lady, but when she finds herself jilted by a lover who leaves her pregnant and refuses to marry her, she seems destined for a life on the streets. When her employer’s rough but handsome houseguest, Eric, offers to rescue her from ruin, she has no choice but to say yes, even if it means moving halfway around the world.

But Amelia finds herself saying yes to more than a ticket west. What starts with a harmless lie tangles Amelia and Eric in a web of desire and deceit that exposes passions and turns their worlds upside-down. Eric believes Amelia holds the key to saving his beloved ranch and giving him the family he always wanted, but can he save her from the demons of her past without losing himself in the process?

People do foolish things when they’re in love….

The eBook of Fool for Love will be available on April 20th, with the print version to come shortly thereafter. But to get you started, here’s a taste…

Fool for Love: Chapter One

The ballroom of Mr. Reginald Hamilton’s townhouse was awash in bright, swirling colors. The lamps were all lit, bathing the room in a warm, sparkling glow. Musicians played a lively waltz. The scents of candles, perfume, and bodies was rich as half of London society danced their cares away. But above it all, the room buzzed with the sound of lords and ladies chattering and gossiping.

Amelia Elphick wedged her way through it all, heart pounding terror in her throat, one hand clutching the not-so subtle curve of her stomach. Her simple cotton skirt and blouse marked her as an interloper even as she struggled to keep her head high.

“Who is that?” she caught one of the fine ladies murmuring.

“Dear Lord, that’s Sir Robert deLaurent’s daughter!” a second woman gasped.

Amelia blanched, pushing on through the crush. It was too late to turn back.

“Look at the state of her!” the first woman said.

“I heard she’s the governess here now,” the second woman informed her with a haughty sniff.

“That’s not what I meant,” the first replied. “Look at the state of her.”

Amelia dropped her trembling hand from her belly. She was well aware that she was past the point where her sins would be able to go unnoticed. But this was her last chance. Nick was at this ball.

She spotted him several yards away, deep in conversation with her employer, Mr. Hamilton. Nicholas Hayworth stood tall and handsome, the aristocratic lines of his face sharp in the lamplight. The rich blue of his eyes and black of his hair drew the attention of every woman in the room, just as it had drawn her in. She knew that face so well, knew every contour of his nimble body. Even now, with shame threatening like a thundercloud, she wanted to embrace that body, to melt into him and have him tell her everything would be alright.
A man cut into her path as she surged towards Nick, causing her to trip over her feet and his. She flailed for balance and knocked a glass out of one of a fine guest’s hands. The man caught her, but the sound of shattering glass and a lady shrieking broke through the hum of gossip. All eyes snapped to her.

“Watch it there, Miss Amelia.”

Amelia raised wary eyes to the man who had both tripped and caught her. Her heart sank. Of all the Hamilton’s guests, she had bumbled into Mr. Quinlan, the American that had been staying in the house for the last few months. The hush that had followed her spill burst into a full roar of whispers.

“You alright?” Mr. Quinlan asked again as he brushed imaginary dirty off of her skirt.

All Amelia could manage was a tight nod. “I’m fine, thank you.”

It was a lie. She swallowed and turned her eyes to Nick. He had seen her stumble. Everyone had seen her stumble. Nick stared at her, his head tilted with aloof grace. She had to do this now, before it was too late. She rushed through the gap that had formed in the crowd as all eyes bored into her.

“Nick,” she kept her voice low as she reached him, “Nick I must speak with you. It is a matter of utmost urgency.”

She reached out to him. Nick backed away. His eyes darted through the crowd that now watched him as much as her.

“I have nothing to say to you, Miss Elphick,” he hissed, face growing red.

“Please, Nick!” Amelia entreated. “You know … you know what it’s come to.” She smoothed her hand over the bump of her belly, outlining it for all to see.

Nick sniffed and backed further away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

To his side, Reginald Hamilton’s back stiffened. His eyes went round with shock and disgust. “Miss Elphick!” he exclaimed in a whisper. “What is the meaning of this?”

A flash of boldness stiffened Amelia’s back and her resolve. “Ask Mr. Hayworth,” she said. “It is his doing.”

Nick blanched, glance shooting wildly around to the eavesdropping guests. “How dare you!”

“No, Nick, how dare you!” Her attempt at bravado withered as the horror of the situation spilled over her. “I have your child growing inside of me and you know it. You have known it all along, yet you turn your back on me.”

“Miss Elphick,” Mr. Hamilton was red with rage, “Have I have entrusted the care of my precious little girls to a harlot?”
Before Amelia could summon a defense, Nick muttered, “Like mother, like daughter.”

The pitch of whispered gossip around her spun with such fevered intensity that Amelia thought she might swoon. Ripples of shock spread through the room as London’s finest stood on tip-toes to see the tragic farce unfold.

Amelia forced herself to meet Nick’s eyes with what was left of her pride. “I loved you. We were to be married … before.”

“Yes, well that clearly isn’t the case now.” The sneer that bit at Nick’s beautiful face was too much to bear. Every promise he had made her shattered.

“My family is not what it once was,” she made one last attempt to stave off ruin, “but you and I have been friends for too long to break over such things. I thought … I thought you still cared for me.”

“I care for certain parts of you,” Nick replied, his eyes flickering down.

“Mr. Hayworth,” Mr. Hamilton warned, “my house has seen enough scandal for one night. Pray do not make it double.”

“Forgive me, sir.” Nick bowed low to his host. “It was not my wish to disrupt your magnificent gathering. That, I believe, was the lady’s intent.” His eyes pierced Amelia with such malevolence that her heart withered.

“I have no wish to make our private emergencies public,” Amelia countered.

Our emergencies?” Nick balked. “I think not.”

Amelia’s chest constricted in panic. “You must help me, Nick,” she implored in barely more than a whisper. “You must-”

“There is nothing I must do,” he clipped his reply. “You have ruined yourself, now face the consequences.”

Amelia gulped, tears now stinging her eyes as the weight of her sins piled down on her. She stole a desperate glance around the room. Men and women who had smiled and welcomed her at her coming-out just three short years ago now turned up her noses at her as if she was diseased, all because she couldn’t control her instincts.

Her cheeks burned scarlet in humiliation. With one last deep breath she laid her life at Nick’s feet.

“So you have no intention of fulfilling your responsibility towards….” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t even think that Nick’s child was inside of her. “After all we-”

“Enough, Miss Elphick!” Mr. Hamilton snapped. “Go to your room! We will discuss this in the morning.”

Amelia snapped back, blinking rapidly. She had heard that tone of voice, seen the same sharp glower from Mr. Hamilton when one of his daughters had disobeyed. She took another step back, lowering her head. It was no use resisting. Her great gamble had been a failure. Her life was over.

She turned to flee, but where she had hoped to find a quick escape, she was met by a wall of faces. Women and men of refinement and breeding, their jewels as bright as the scorn in their eyes, stared at her as though she was a guttersnipe loose amongst her betters. The turned up lips, the pointed glares at the bulge of her stomach, the whispering behind hands and fans struck Amelia like a blow.

It took all of her effort to put one foot in front of the other. Her whole body shook as she walked through the crowded ballroom. The musicians had stopped playing, the dancers had stopped dancing. Her heart had stopped beating. She couldn’t lift her head or raise her eyes to meet any of them. With all the awkward humiliation of her fall, she shuffled towards the door.

“Of course you’d expect that from Sophia deLaurent’s daughter,” someone murmured to her left.

“She always did give herself airs,” another voice chased her, “but ones true nature always shows through the gloss, doesn’t it.”

“Such a pity,” a male voice chuckled to her right. “I wonder how much she’ll charge once she’s taken her place on the market.”

Amelia burst into a sob, clapping a hand to her mouth. It was over. She didn’t care who she crashed into or whose toes she stepped on as she fled the room at a run.

She passed Mr. Quinlan, who was red with fury. It was no more than she deserved. She was furious with herself for the folly that had cast her out of the life she’d tried to resurrect for herself. But there was no hiding from the truth of who one really was at heart.

 

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Heartbreaker Blog Hop – Everyday Heartbreaker

Ready for some Heartbreak?

Ready for some Heartbreak?

Girl meets boy.  Boy adores girl.  They fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after.  Boy never disappoints girl or lets her down and always stands up for her when she needs it.

Ah!  If only real life worked that way!  But it doesn’t.  Men, as wonderful as they are, are only human and can break our hearts.  I know I’ve experienced more than enough heartbreak for a lifetime, thank you very much!  So when it came to writing the character of Michael West, hero of Our Little Secrets, I couldn’t resist the urge to throw a hefty dose of reality into a tale of accidental love.

When most people think of heartbreakers they probably think of the classic bad boy.  Romance is full of them.  Gorgeous alpha males who sweep in, save the day, and leave the ladies swooning.  Or maybe the heartbreaker is a man with a past, with wounds half-healed who keeps the heroine at a distance until she can break through and help him overcome his past.  Mmm… they’re delicious!

Michael West isn’t one of those heroes.  Michael is a shopkeeper, wears glasses, and isn’t arrestingly handsome (like his friend Eric Quinlan).  For every citizen of Cold Springs who respects and admires him, there is another who would happily trip him in the street as he walks past.  He lives his life as a constant balancing act, respectability versus mystery, authority versus teasing.  Nope, not your average romance novel alpha hero at all.

So what makes Michael a heartbreaker?

Well, for one thing, as our heroine, Charlie, discovers right off the bat, Michael might just be the most intelligent man you’ll ever meet.  Nerd hero?  Quite possibly!  Of course the next thing that Charlie discovers is that appearances can be deceiving.  Michael might not look like much, but when the lights go out and things slip between the sheets he knows exactly how to set the fireworks off and leave a girl panting for more.

Ah, but therein lies the problem.  Michael is only human and humans have their faults and their secrets.  In a perfect world, when someone’s secrets catch up with them we’d like them to stand and face them like a man, to deny the worst of it and prove that they are the hero we want them to be.  But what do you do when they fail?  How do you get your happy ending when your hero proves that he has feet of clay?

Better still, how does a savvy heroine unbreak her heart and fight for the life she wants?  Sometimes the journey back from heartbreak is even better than the first flush of love.  And just because a man is a heartbreaker doesn’t mean that he wants to be.  All it takes is something worth standing up for.

Tempted yet?  Have I given too much away?  You’ll have to read Our Little Secrets to find out!

Thanks for stopping by on the Heartbreakers Blog Hop!  To show my appreciation, one lucky commenter will win a $15 Starbucks gift card from me.  Because what’s better than coffee and a scone to go with a good book?  I’ll be choosing a winner on Monday morning.

But wait!  There’s more.  When you comment on this blog post you will be entered to win one of the fabulous GRAND PRIZES below!  Be sure to include your email address in your comment.

Please keep on hopping and visit the other fabulous writers and bloggers on the tour.  Follow the link below and comment on more blogs to be entered to win one of the following fabulous prizes!

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Mmmm....  Prizes!

Mmmm…. Prizes!

And of course feel free to click on any of the book covers in the margins to learn more about the saucy, sizzling tales I write.

2012 Year in Review

As a Historian, I’m always a sucker for those year in review things that people do at the closing of each year.  And since 2012 was an exceptionally eventful year for me, here’s my own personal version.  And so I give you, 2012, a year I will be happy to see the back of!

January started out deceptively quiet.  Not too much going on.  But 2012 hit me upside the head with a brick on February 1st at 9:15 am when the company I work for did layoffs.  And since I’m not allowed to talk about that or the mess of incriminations and back-stabbing by coworkers that happened later in February and in March because they now spy on my blog from time to time….  Heh heh heh….

Moving right along.

After all that I still had a job, but things were about to get a lot worse.  Worse?  Really?  Yes.

My goofy, vibrant brother Kelly

My goofy, vibrant brother Kelly

My older brother Brian Kelly Farmer passed away very suddenly of cancer in early May.  We got the call in mid-April that he had been diagnosed, and once we were told how bad it was, my younger brother Stewart and I rushed out to Ohio to be with Kelly.  Well, what we discovered was not only a brother suddenly dying, but a family in dire distress.  I’m not sure I can even talk about the week of pure insanity – literally – that we experienced.  Between my mentally ill sister-in-law making poor medical decisions on my brother’s behalf, Kelly’s obvious pain and eventual decline into a coma, and my beautiful and brilliant but also belligerent 16 year old niece and a trip that ended with my sister-in-law threatening to call the cops on me if I didn’t leave my brother’s house where I had been taking care of my niece and nephew for a week … it was bad.

I still don’t think I’ve recovered from that nightmare.  I may never recover.  But things did start to look up again.  I had a book to write.

First, in June I published Our Little Secrets, which I had worked on and finished way back in January before things got crazy.  I had started The Courageous Heart early in the year too, but I had stopped when the rollercoaster ride began.  By June I knew my deadline with my editor was looming and I had to get serious about writing.  So I went into a focus mode the likes of which I have never seen.  I was diligent about writing the first draft of that book.  I have never worked so hard in my life.  But lo and behold, I pulled it out by the end of July.  And it was terrible.  But there were still revisions to do.

Then came my personal high moment for the year – out of nowhere, I might add.  On a whim I decided to offer The Loyal Heart for free for my birthday.  Long story short, about two weeks later I had had over 50,000 copies of the book downloaded!  And I proceeded to sell more when it went back to regular price and to sell several copies of the sequel, The Faithful Heart.  Huzzah!

Add to that the fact that my brother Stewart FINALLY proposed to his girlfriend, my best friend, Kristine, on June 23rd, and the summer was pretty good.

Of course, my awful car threw a spanner in the works in September by breaking down and costing me $3000 to replace the transmission.  And then two and a half weeks later it wouldn’t start and I had to spend another $300 on starter sensors or whatever that was.  And two weeks or so after that it had another issue, although I can’t remember exactly what that one was, just that it cost me.  Throw into that a car-induced incident in October that was one of my major low points for the year but that I won’t talk about because it’s still too painful that involved a family member I thought was close MAJORLY letting me down and showing their true colors….

IMG_0611But the end of the year was redeemed by preparations for Stewart and Kristine’s wedding.  The wedding was just this past weekend, on Saturday the 29th, and it was fantastic!  Kristine was beautiful, Stewart was awesome, and everything went off without a hitch.  It really was the best wedding I have ever gone to.

Granted, I hate what I look like in all of the wedding pictures I’ve seen so far and I think that when I smile like that my teeth take over my face and my face looks five times as fat and wide as it actually is, but hey, you can’t win them all.

So that was 2012.  Aside from the good book stuff and the wedding, I’m happy to see it go!  Too much loss and too much trauma.  I am ready for 2013.  My horoscope says that things will be much, much better in 2013 because of something having to do with where Jupiter will be and the fact that Pluto is no longer conjuncted with something?  All I know is that I could use a break.  I’m supposed to have romance in 2013 too.  Okay, I could deal with that, although I have the worst romantic luck in the history of the universe.  But we’ll see.

Here’s to 2013!  May it be full of new beginnings and easier times.

Beginnings that Pop

I can tell within the first page of a book if I’m going to like it or if I’m going to struggle through or put it down entirely.  Yep.  All it takes is that first page.  I suspect I’m not alone either.  First impressions definitely matter in books.  That’s why it’s essential to get it right, right from the start.

Maybe I’m assuming too much, but I think as writers we know this.  We know we have to nail it from the start.  The first page, the first paragraph, and yes, that first sentence has to draw the reader in and make them want to stay for more.

So there I was the other day, clawing my way through the first draft of my next novel, Fool for Love, when I decided that what I really needed to get into the story was to reread the first book in the series, Our Little Secrets.  I whipped out my Kindle and pulled it up and didn’t get any further than the very first paragaph:

Our Little Secrets“Charlotte was out of her seat before the train came to a full stop.  She’d had it with the beast.  Thirty-two days of nearly constant travel was more than enough for a woman on her own to withstand.  Especially in present company.”

I paused and read it again.  There are a lot of things I like about that paragraph.  I like the fact that it has motion from the first sentence.  I like the fact that I slid some backstory in without harping on it.  But I also tend to second-guess everything I write.

That’s when my quest began.  I started flipping through every book I had stored on my Kindle, reading the first paragraph.  Here are some of my favorites:

“The madam of an infamous brothel has to handle many types of difficult men, Coral Smythe reflected.  Drunken lords, arrogant merchants, callow youths teetering on the crumbling edges of their own personal disasters, and just too many men with more money in their pockets than sense.  But few men were as irritating, provoking, vexing, and aggravating as a puritanical naval captain.”  – The Ice Princess by Elizabeth Hoyt

“When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.  My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress.  She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother.  Of course, she did.  This is the day of the reaping.” – The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

“Monique gripped the pen so tightly, her knuckles turned white and her fingers grew cold.  She hated starting this new beginning the same old way – with a lie.” – Fairyproof by Constance Phillips

And of course the ultimate classic,

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Then there were a few that were, unfortunately, cringe-worthy.  I won’t quote them here as many (but by no means all) of them were by fellow self-published authors.  We’re talking beginnings with clumps of backstory shoved up front, vague dialog that assume I already know what’s going on, and heavy-handed descriptions.  It’s as easy to get a beginning wrong as it is to get it right.

I happen to be a big fan of in medias res openings: starting the story in the beginning of the action.  As the train stops, for example, or in the middle of a heist or a spaceship crash.  So I was puzzled when I went back to the beginning of my current work and found that it starts with a description of some truly miserable weather … that happens to be a reflection of the heroine’s world that has just fallen apart.

Is rain streaking a window really a beginning that pops?  Well that remains to be seen.  I have miles to go before I sleep on this one.  But it could be.  A teardrop could be as powerful of an opener as a shout.  It all depends where it goes from there.

The thing that I like so much about the opening paragraph of The Hunger Games is how well it sets the mood for the rest of the book.  It’s packed full of information while containing one simple, loaded action: reaching out.  Anyone who has read the book knows that Collins builds an extensive world with its own set of rules.  They also know that much of the book is non-stop action.  But the beginning is the calm before the storm.

What mysteries await?© Rebecca Abell | Dreamstime.com

What mysteries await?
© Rebecca Abell | Dreamstime.com

Creating an opening that pops is not so much about starting at the height of the action – although it could be – but beginning with the characters fully intact.  The plot doesn’t necessarily need to begin in medias res, but the characters absolutely must.  I think what turns me off about some of the openings I’ve read is that rather than showing the book’s hero interacting with their inner and outer world, too much time is spent building the character.

If an author begins by explaining something to me they lose me.  The key to grabbing my attention is to drop hints, leave clues about people and worlds that are already fully formed, that make me want to piece the rest together.  But as an author, I’m always tempted by the desire to tip my hand sooner than is good for me.  I’ve had to learn that intrigue is easier to generate when you hold back as much as you give.

The best openings are the ones that make you turn the page.  They are the ones that authors sneak into the back of their book as a teaser for the next book in the series.  You know, the ones that make you go, “Wait, I have to wait how long for that book to come out?”  They ask questions, set the stage, and then dangle a carrot in front of you to leave you panting for more.  But you can only write them if you, as the author, already know what’s on the other side of the curtain in the promised land.

So what are some of your favorite openings?  What books had you hooked from the very first page?