The Hero Blog Hop

Welcome to The Hero Blog Hop. I hear voices fairly often. It’s a requirement of my job as a writer. My current hero, Tobias Randall, has been fairly insistent and encroaches on my down time quite a lot. A word of warning about Tobias. He’s newly returned to my fictional english estate, Romsey Abbey, and unfortunately spent the last ten years ship-bound on the far side of the world.

As such, he’s not as refined as Leopold Randall (seen recently in Engaging the Enemy) and he tends to say the first thing that pops into his head. I’m doing a lot of rewriting to avoid giving offense.

Tobias: If the readers don’t like me then so be it.

Tobias, it’s important to make a good impression. You’ll not impress anyone by leaving your hat and gloves behind. Not to mention your shoes. This is Regency England, sir! There are rules for proper behavior to be followed now.

T: Please don’t remind me. Unfortunately, I think holding the Duchess of Romsey at the end of my pistol has already sealed my reputation as a man of poor manners.

Given the circumstances, I’m sure all will be forgiven if you expend the effort to do the right thing.

T: The weather gauge has already turned against me. I don’t think that will change anytime soon.

You did make quite an impression, especially with Lady Venables. She’d be shocked to see you as you are. Are you behaving as a gentleman? Are you happy to be back at Romsey Abbey?

T: [mumbles something under his breath]

Sorry, would you care to repeat that.

T: You’d only edit me. As for my time at Romsey, the whiskey is plentiful, my bedchamber’s not bad, and there’s a nice window I can climb out of to sit up on the battlements when my brother’s lessons become too much. Acting the gentleman is no easy lark you know.

You’re still clinging to the walls like an ape? You’ll frighten Lady Venables out of her remaining wits. Do try to mind your manners. I’m sure that will make your brother happy.

T: I’ll do my best but I doubt I’ll ever be truly comfortable here. However, Leopold will remain here and so will I for the moment. The only thing missing here is Oliver and Rose.

That’s right, the search isn’t over, is it?

T: Not by a long shot.

And there he goes.Tobias enjoys his new freedom and comes and goes at will. I hope you’ve enjoyed our quick chat.

Tobias’ story is unpublished as yet but you can get to know the Randall family through Engaging the Enemy. [Leopold Randall also first appears in my novel Charity]

I’m giving away two PDF copies of Engaging the Enemy as part of the hop. Be sure to leave a comment to go into the draw. The question I want everyone to answer: What was the last book (print or digital) that you read??


Once you’ve left a comment, including your email address, please click this link to return to Carrie Ann Ryan’s blog hop post to find the names of other participating authors.

Hero Takeover

Are you ready to hear what your favorite romance heroes have to say? Well, we authors are ready to share our hunky heroes! Starting this Friday and ending on July 31st, over 100 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about romance heroes, a character post from them, and what we love about romance and men in general.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Cool huh? There will be over 100 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that’s not all….

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 100 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack! (US ONLY)

Yep. ALL of that! Whoot! Be sure to come back here on Friday and over the weekend to enjoy some stories and facts about our favorite Romance Heroes and enter to win!

Guest Blogging at ARRA

Are you easily distracted when you’re supposed to be working toward meeting a deadline?

Me too. Drop by the Australian Romance Readers Association blog where I reveal 21 ways to procrastinate when you’re supposed to be writing…

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

Mid Week Teaser – Chills

Hi Peeps,

The beginnings of relationships in fiction can be a lot of fun to write. This scene from chapter ten of Chills shows Constance hoping for a little romantic interlude to chase her blues away and getting one.

Constance slid her legs over the side of the bed and sat with her feet dangling high above the floor. No matter how hard she tried, she could not seem to fall asleep tonight. With a sigh, she lowered her feet to the floor and stood still beside the high bed.

Perhaps a glass of water would help. She stumbled across to the bureau as the moonlight disappeared and poured a glass of water once the thin light returned. The water was cold and quenched her thirst. But thirst did not seem to be the reason she could not sleep.

Outside, the moonlight flickered between the clouds above, painting the veranda in patchy light. She pressed her head to the glass pane and twisted her head from side to side, restless but unsure of what to do.

In her own house, she would wander the halls and find a book or activity that needed her attention. But she had no work to do. Her letters were finished, her reading done. She could take a trip down to the library and fetch a book, but she was hesitant about roaming this house at night. Lord Hallam practically lived in the library and Constance had no desire to converse with him alone. He would probably produce a lecture about her choice of book.

Turning, she padded over to the balcony doors, placed her hand on the latch, and pushed it open with the slightest of groans. That needed fixing. She would have it seen to tomorrow. But then again, it was not her house.

The night air was cool on Constance’s face and, although she should go back for her wrapper and slippers, she left them behind. She crossed the cold, gritty tiles barefoot, breathing deeply of the night air, and sighed at this little bit of freedom. London was so very dirty, and the abrasion under her toes made her miss the country more.

She leaned against the balcony’s railing to look over the night-shrouded gardens. Even without the clarity of day, they were very pretty. She would love to go down, to walk on the paths and grass, to lie upon a blanket to gaze up at the stars. However, when she looked up at the sky, she saw no stars. The clouds had thickened until almost no moonlight shone through. The romantic in her whispered that it was a night to share with someone you loved.

“Having trouble sleeping?” a deep voice asked.

Constance spun to face the house. Jack sat in a low chair just outside his apartment door. “Oh, you startled me.” Her voice came out as a squeak and she scowled—mostly at her own panicked reaction.

“My apologies. I did not mean to frighten you,” he whispered.

“How long have you been out here?” Constance asked in a steadier tone, pitched not to carry far.

“A while,” he answered.

The deep, rumbled response only increased her tension. As he reached down, picked up a glass, and took a long sip from it, her heart thudded. Blast. She turned and faced the garden. “It’s pretty out here, Jack.”

“Yes, it is now, certainly.”

She struggled not to grin at the compliment.

Can you remember a moment you shared with someone special under the stars? I’d love to hear your story.