Site problems and the next book release

A few weeks ago I lost my website. A small tweak and the site broke completely. Unfortunately, the things I’d been doing regularly, backups etc, didn’t quite work out as they should. WordPress couldn’t cope with the size of the site and I lost all but the blog posts and four pages of a 50 plus author website.

Not fun! I am slowly rebuilding from scratch so I apologize if visitors find odd bits wonky page and there still.

Next release: Once a Husband

The new Hunt Club story releases in three weeks time. Angelo Marinari will finally have his day on the page and I cannot wait to share his story with you all! Bracknell had almost given up on him too. This will be the final chapter in the Hunt Club series and I hope readers enjoy the conclusion. My naughty regency boys have been a lot of fun to match up and get into trouble. The series was first published in 2011.

Once a Husband

Husband. Father. Son. Earl. Rupert Manning has thoroughly lost his way. Already resigned to a loveless marriage, he never expected that to be taken away from him too when his wife is murdered. Implicated her death unless he can clear his name, he’s determined to uncover her murderer and the secrets of her life—so that he too might be free to live the life he should have fought for.

Five years ago Angelo Marinari limped away from his life gravely wounded and hid from everyone he’d ever known and loved. Now earning his way as a fighter and entertainer, Angelo is resigned to his life until fate lands the love of his life at his feet—bloody and beaten and breathtakingly defiant. Saving Lord Bracknell complicates everything but is he strong enough to abandon the earl twice when he and his son are in grave danger?

Once a Husband will be available for sale on September 5, pre-orderable now.


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You can read a message from Angelo to readers in the previous post.





Coming soon Once a Husband Hunt Club Book 6

A message from my hero…

Dear Reader,

Look closely. Remember to smile and be polite as I tell you my tale because you don’t want to disappoint me. People who get in my way usually end up dead. Believe me, if there was any other way to set the record straight you’d never know I moved among you. My true face is unfamiliar to all and I always wanted it to stay that way until now.

I have been forced out of the shadows against my better judgment to save the man who never wanted me. Rescuing Lord Bracknell from certain death complicates my life, exposes me, and reveals I’m still breathing to those who shouldn’t know. I could disappear again I suppose, but there’s danger in London and I cannot abandon those I hold dear.

I was once legitimate and the consummate spy for my adopted country. I was very good. I was very wicked too. No one expected a lady in silk and stockings to hide a deadly secret beneath her skirts, luring potential lovers into the shadows to deliver death on command.

Then they ordered my death.

I find that sort of thing very rude. Killing is so permanent and I’ve had my fill of that life too. I’m happy my services are no longer required, but I’m not free of the past that tugs at my black little heart.

Innocence must be protected. I’m going to have to get involved, and Lord Bracknell must trust me if we have any chance of surviving this together.

Your servant,


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Friday Photo: Bath

I love beautiful images. Ones that make me stop and ponder what scene I could place in them. This one I just had to share as it combines two of my loves – old buildings and fog:

Foggy street, Bath, England

The streets in English towns and villages are quiet before 7 a.m., most mornings, giving a photographer scenes without people or vehicles and, if they’re lucky, early birds and fog. Photo and description courtesy of By Bill Stormont on Flickr

What becomes of the broken-hearted?

Not particularly good things if you lived in the Regency era. I’ve been doing some research lately on late 18c and 19c medical treatments for various things for a current and upcoming novel and I found the most eye popping treatment for depression in a 19c publication, Annals of Insanity.

The first case mentioned is of a 58 year old gentleman, a rough sort by the description and a quiet man. He apparently had a ‘sudden transition in his circumstances, which, from being easy and comfortable, became exceedingly precarious and embarrassed’ which I read as he either went broke and lost all his money, or he was constipated, or impotent. (With 19c texts it’s hard to get a straight answer.) He said he was ruined. Despite the truth of his condition, they called this man insane.

Some descriptions of his symptoms required a dictionary for non-medical me — cephalalgia (headache) — some were easier, noise in his ears, mood swings, high colored urine, sleeplessness. They also said he had an uncommon hatred for certain persons. Now, if the gentleman blamed someone for his loss of status, this is completely understandable. Previous to coming to this doctor’s care, he was treated with Drastic purges, antimonial vomits, ammoniac draughts, segapenum, steel, and both kinds of hellebore (purgative and toxic). Also blisters, cupping, cold bathing. No wonder he wasn’t in a great mood after all that.

However, the treatments noted as given, and responsible for his restoration were wide ranging:

  • Exclusion from conversation, from friends and from family
  • Sequestered in a darkened room
  • Diet changed to light and cooling foods
  • Diluted drink (which I assume means his alcohol was watered down)
  • Head was shaved repeatedly
  • Feet washing (which they claim made his sleep better)
  • Purges of kali tartarisatum (potash, saltwort?) in barley water
  • Opium – repeatedly

The doctor mentioned that the opium dose was ‘increased until his nights became calm and composed, and his days passed without that perturbation of spirits and derangement of idea, that for some time had been too apparently visible.’ Basically the poor bugger was put on a diet, made to throw up a lot, and drugged. The length of this treatment was five months.

Honestly, I love the regency era, and I’ve found great material for my upcoming novel, but I am so glad I’m alive now and that better treatments prevail for depression.

Man Monday – Karl Urban

Oh wordpress, how I have missed your glitch free posting. Sorry, am swooning over my revamped abode. WordPress is a dream to work with after months of frustration.

Have you ever watched a movie and thought, ‘I’ve seen that face before’ but can’t remember where. During a bad patch of weather, hubby and I did a movie marathon, of sorts. Well, more dvd’s in a row than we usually do anyway. The movie Red is a particular favorite around here and we watch it often for the humorous dialogue, and that amazing scene where Bruce Willis steps out of the car as it’s turning.

But the real object of my affection today is the villian of Red, agent William Cooper, AKA Karl Urban. He’s UNBELIEVABLE in RED.

UNBELIEVEABLE as McCoy from the Star Trek reboot

And a damn sexy assassin in Borne Supremecy and Ultimatum

What I havent caught up with yet is the movie Chronicles of Riddick, and I need to because there is a sequal coming up soon.


But he’s also been in Lord of the Rings (not sure I like him as a blond),

and in Xena and Hercules

 Interestingly, Karl is from NZ but I’ve only ever heard him use an American accent. Scratch that, I had to go find a Xena episode on you tube. What a damn sexy voice that man has! Looks like I just found another hero.

Of gentleman and lovers

Time flies when you are working on a writing project. Sometimes it’s hard to raise you head long enough to do stuff with family when the ideas are flowing as fast as you can type them. Last week I finished the first draft of Hardly a Stranger, my third male male romance. Such a good feeling to bring two careful men together and I’m really pleased with the result. Of course, the story still requires work to bring it up to publishable standards, so I’ll set it aside for a while and come back to see where the story needs work.

In the next week, I should be publishing Barely a Master, the second male male romance – this time set in London. I am so very very pleased with this story. Aiden, the Duke of Lewes, gave me so much trouble at the beginning and my hero, Terrance changed direction on me half-way through. That change actually turned out for the best though so I can’t be too put out with him. But what I can give you is a quick peek at page one.

Powder. Shot. Pull the trigger. Just three actions to end the misery. Aiden Banks, the Duke of Lewes, shifted under the weight of Lady Russell’s feminine bulk, too dejected to remove his hand from her large breast. It hadn’t been his choice to fondle her. She’d taken the initiative all on her own the moment she’d invaded his study and perched her ample hide on his lap. Confounding creature. It never ceased to amaze him that she was so blind to his indifference to her reputed charms.

Lady Russell fingered his cravat, a slow crafty smile curving her lips upward in evident satisfaction. “Darling, perhaps we should adjourn to a more fitting location?”

Unfortunately, the deepest parts of hell were all taken.

He dropped his hand so it hung down the side of the chair, so as not to touch her more than he had to. He didn’t know what she could possibly want with him. He’d never encouraged her to think him open to her inducements.

Powder. Shot. Pull the trigger.

The refrain grew louder with each passing day.
“I’m expecting company at any moment,” Aiden murmured.

“Your heir? How delightful. Robert is a handsome young man, every bit as promising as his father was as a younger man.” She moved to touch Aiden’s head, perhaps to smooth a lock of his hair from his eyes. He escaped her attempt. He didn’t like to be touched. “I think we should educate him in the ways of the world. I’ve never romped with a duke and his heir before. It could be quite . . . stimulating.”

Over Aiden’s dead body. He had firm limits to how far he’d let his debauchery take him. Lady Russell, on the other hand, did not entertain a scruple of limitation in her being. She liked wide variety in her steady diet of willing men. Young, old, experienced, novice—she wasn’t fussed so long as she got her pleasure first. Aiden wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t riddled with disease. The thought made him fidget.

Perhaps he had some obligation, aside from dying and bestowing the title to his late brother’s child. He should warn Robert to stay clear of Lady Russell. If she had set her mind on him as her next conquest, Aiden would interfere. The duchy must have healthy heirs.

A bitter laugh welled up inside him.

Yet he couldn’t let it out.

“Stimulation will have to wait for another day.”

As soon as tomorrow, I’m returning to my het romance series, The Wild Randalls. That project stalled for a while while I completed the first three m/m’s and I am very keen to get back to my hero Leo and my first duchess, Mercy. She’s a handfull, all right. So much trouble for Leo that when I left them before, his head was spinning. I’m also researching how the mad was cared for during the regency period for the second book in the series which I intend to start in November. Basically, the care for troubled souls wasn’t good during the 19th Century. But what I’d imagined before starting my research is actually very tame to what was actually done to those poor souls. Not great material to read at night.

The trouble with doing research for the regency is that there is just so much to discover. It never ceases to amaze me how much I enjoy history now. Perhaps my high school teacher could have done better with less sanitized material. LOL. Do you ever get wrapped up in your projects? Scrapbooking, photography, dragon collecting? I’d love to hear your obsessions.

Newsletter snafu

Doh! Sorry about the missing book recommendation in the newsletter that’s just gone out. Was sure I’d filled in the gaps before. Note to self: never do the newsletter when the family is hanging around. It should read:

I’ve been working pretty hard this month on the writing challenge but managed to read Marly’s Choice by Lora Leigh last week. My first M/M/M/F. Fantastic story!


There are many things I love about the internet. Instant movie and ebook downloads, gossip and quick chats with my friends via Skype. What I don’t love is when my internet connection dies, as it did last week. I swear the panic I felt was of epic proportions.

The problem fixed itself, and then crashed again multiple times over several days. My internet provider seriously let me down. So frustrating – they’d never done that before. But it did make me realize that I was at their mercy. I work 100% on the internet. I rely on my digital connection to the outside world to be solid and constant.

With that thought firmly in mind – I thought it prudent to get myself some back up. Enter the pocketwifi – my savior, my sanity. This little device has lowered my stress level considerably when the connection drops out yet again. It stops me worrying and allows me to get back on with my work day. Highly recommend one if you work online.

September is all about challenges, it seems. The largest being a writing challenge – #30KinSept. So far I’m at 24,000 words and with 10 days to go I should make it, as long as I can write a while the kids are on holidays. We’ll see how it goes. Tonight my newsletter goes out with links to the third chapter of my free read, Love Me True. After that, I’m back at work on Hardly a Stranger. Till next time.