Written under the Linda Sole name this is a short Christmas love story, available at kindle for 79p
Enjoy and Happy Christmas to all my readers!
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Ferdie's Christmas Ball
Written under the Linda Sole name this is a short Christmas love story, available at kindle for 79p
Enjoy and Happy Christmas to all my readers!
Thursday, 14 November 2013
An excerpt!
An excerpt from Courted by the Captain/Anne Herries
coming from Mills and Boon in December!
enjoy!
‘By God, we did it!’ The four cousins looked at each other in triumph. The news had just arrived that Napoleon was in retreat. After days of bitter fighting, when it had seemed that Wellington’s troops must suffer defeat, even a rout, their astute general had turned the tide. ‘We’ve suffered terrible losses, but we’ve done it.’
Each of the four men had been wounded. Mark Ravenscar, the eldest, had but a scratch on his cheek and some slight damage to his sword-hand. Since he was generally considered to be a lucky so-and-so, handsome, rich and favoured by the gods, that was, in the opinion of his friends, hardly to be wondered at. His younger brother Paul had wounds to his head, right arm and left thigh, but was still amongst the walking wounded. Hallam Ravenscar, their eldest cousin also had a head wound and another to his left arm, and Adam Miller, their cousin through the female line, was severely wounded in his right shoulder. However, they had all been patched up by the surgeon and were none of them considered in danger of their lives. Indeed, their wounds had merely made them first in line for transport home to England.
‘Boney is done for,’ Hallam said. ‘Old Hookey won’t let him off so easily this time. He escaped from Elba to cause chaos once more but he wasn’t the same man. Even so, he can’t be allowed to run riot again. They will have to make sure he’s confined securely.’
‘Well, we’ve survived, and that’s what matters,’ Mark said and smiled at his cousins. ‘At last I can marry Lucy.’
‘You lucky dog,’ Adam grinned as he clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Lucy Dawlish is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You have it all, my friend – a wonderful life waiting for you in England.’
Mark’s eyes reflected concern as he nodded. ‘Almost too perfect,’ he said. ‘You’ll come about, Adam. Your grandfather has the title of earl and a large estate…’
‘Most of which is mortgaged,’ Adam said gloomily. ‘The earl feels it to be my duty to marry an heiress. This little sortie was my escape from being thrust into a marriage I could not stomach.’
‘He can’t force you to marry to save his skin,’ Hallam said. ‘You have your father’s small estate – don’t let the earl bring pressure to bear.’
‘Says it’s my duty to the Benedict name,’ Adam sighed. ‘Trouble is, I know he’s right. I ought to do my duty by the family – but I’m not ready to marry just yet.’
‘You stick to your guns,’ Mark told him. ‘You were not the one who wasted the Benedict fortune. Your grandfather gambled recklessly. He should have known better at his age.’
‘Claims he was cheated,’ Adam said. ‘If he would give me the name of the rogue who fleeced him I would call the devil out.’
‘That’s why the earl won’t tell you,’ Paul added his mite. ‘He would rather have his only grandson alive than recover his losses. I dare say you’ll find a way to pull through. Besides, you may find an heiress you can like.’ He smiled fondly at Adam. ‘We’ll all look round and find you one – a girl who is neither ugly nor stupid but as rich as Croseus.’
‘An impossible task,’ Adam said but laughed. ‘I am lucky to have such good friends. I trust you will remain my friends if I’m reduced to marrying the daughter of a wealthy Cit?’
‘Through thick and thin,’ Hallam said. ‘We’ll all stand by each other. Having come through this war by watching each other’s backs, we should remain friends for life.’
‘Here, here,’ the others echoed.
‘If any one of us is in trouble the others will back him up.’
‘In life and in death.’
Each of the men made the solemn promise they had made a few days previously when they’d been facing death together. Now they had only to face the future and for four gentlemen of varying degrees of fortune the future could only look brighter than it had only days ago.
‘In life and death…’
They clasped hands, one upon the other and grinned at each other. Adam might be struggling with a problem but it was nothing that good fortune and a determined mind could not overcome.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and will enjoy the coming series.
Love to my readers from Anne Herries
coming from Mills and Boon in December!
enjoy!
‘By God, we did it!’ The four cousins looked at each other in triumph. The news had just arrived that Napoleon was in retreat. After days of bitter fighting, when it had seemed that Wellington’s troops must suffer defeat, even a rout, their astute general had turned the tide. ‘We’ve suffered terrible losses, but we’ve done it.’
Each of the four men had been wounded. Mark Ravenscar, the eldest, had but a scratch on his cheek and some slight damage to his sword-hand. Since he was generally considered to be a lucky so-and-so, handsome, rich and favoured by the gods, that was, in the opinion of his friends, hardly to be wondered at. His younger brother Paul had wounds to his head, right arm and left thigh, but was still amongst the walking wounded. Hallam Ravenscar, their eldest cousin also had a head wound and another to his left arm, and Adam Miller, their cousin through the female line, was severely wounded in his right shoulder. However, they had all been patched up by the surgeon and were none of them considered in danger of their lives. Indeed, their wounds had merely made them first in line for transport home to England.
‘Boney is done for,’ Hallam said. ‘Old Hookey won’t let him off so easily this time. He escaped from Elba to cause chaos once more but he wasn’t the same man. Even so, he can’t be allowed to run riot again. They will have to make sure he’s confined securely.’
‘Well, we’ve survived, and that’s what matters,’ Mark said and smiled at his cousins. ‘At last I can marry Lucy.’
‘You lucky dog,’ Adam grinned as he clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Lucy Dawlish is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You have it all, my friend – a wonderful life waiting for you in England.’
Mark’s eyes reflected concern as he nodded. ‘Almost too perfect,’ he said. ‘You’ll come about, Adam. Your grandfather has the title of earl and a large estate…’
‘Most of which is mortgaged,’ Adam said gloomily. ‘The earl feels it to be my duty to marry an heiress. This little sortie was my escape from being thrust into a marriage I could not stomach.’
‘He can’t force you to marry to save his skin,’ Hallam said. ‘You have your father’s small estate – don’t let the earl bring pressure to bear.’
‘Says it’s my duty to the Benedict name,’ Adam sighed. ‘Trouble is, I know he’s right. I ought to do my duty by the family – but I’m not ready to marry just yet.’
‘You stick to your guns,’ Mark told him. ‘You were not the one who wasted the Benedict fortune. Your grandfather gambled recklessly. He should have known better at his age.’
‘Claims he was cheated,’ Adam said. ‘If he would give me the name of the rogue who fleeced him I would call the devil out.’
‘That’s why the earl won’t tell you,’ Paul added his mite. ‘He would rather have his only grandson alive than recover his losses. I dare say you’ll find a way to pull through. Besides, you may find an heiress you can like.’ He smiled fondly at Adam. ‘We’ll all look round and find you one – a girl who is neither ugly nor stupid but as rich as Croseus.’
‘An impossible task,’ Adam said but laughed. ‘I am lucky to have such good friends. I trust you will remain my friends if I’m reduced to marrying the daughter of a wealthy Cit?’
‘Through thick and thin,’ Hallam said. ‘We’ll all stand by each other. Having come through this war by watching each other’s backs, we should remain friends for life.’
‘Here, here,’ the others echoed.
‘If any one of us is in trouble the others will back him up.’
‘In life and in death.’
Each of the men made the solemn promise they had made a few days previously when they’d been facing death together. Now they had only to face the future and for four gentlemen of varying degrees of fortune the future could only look brighter than it had only days ago.
‘In life and death…’
They clasped hands, one upon the other and grinned at each other. Adam might be struggling with a problem but it was nothing that good fortune and a determined mind could not overcome.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and will enjoy the coming series.
Love to my readers from Anne Herries
A Bride For The Wicked Earl
This is the story of a man who quarrelled with his father and has been virtually disinherited of all but the entailed estated by the late earl. His estate has been mortgaged to pay for acres of waste land, but when the new earl goes to investigate he discovers a dark mystery - and meets a woman who stirs him as no other. Yet she seems to be involved in the plot to kill him. Can he discover the truth - and can he find happiness?
You can find several short Linda Sole regencies at amazon.
enjoy!
Love to all my readers.
New Books
The cover above is for the third volume of my new Regency Trilogy. The first is Courted by the Captain, and the second is Protected by the Major. The series tells of four friends, bonded together by their war experiences. They are young men sure of the future and their own ambitions, but then one of them is foully murdered and they must discover the killer. What transpires will affect all their lives, but particularly Paul's whose story is the third of the series.
The series begins this December and continues through the early months of 2014.
Monday, 27 May 2013
His Unusual Governess
‘What was so important that you summoned me here?’ Lord Rupert Myers arched a languid eyebrow at the Marquis of Merrivale. ‘’Tis an unseasonable hour and I was up late last night.’ He smothered a yawn and levelled an elegant gold rimmed eyeglass at the older man. Seeing that the marquis looked strained, he dropped the air of boredom and said in a very different tone, ‘What may I do for you, sir?’
‘Good grief, sir,’ his uncle said looking at a coat that had so many capes it made Rupert’s broad shoulders look positively menacing. ‘Where did you get that monstrosity?’
‘Uncle!’ Devilish blue eyes mocked him. ‘My feelings are deeply lacerated. Don’t you know I’m a very tulip of fashion? I dare say at least six young idiots have copied this cape only this week for I saw Harrad’s boy wearing one with nine capes and this has only seven.’
‘More fool him,’ the marquis grunted. ‘Sit down m’boy. You make me feel awkward towering over me like an avenging dervish. What happened to the eager young fellow I saw off to war six years ago?’
‘I dare say he grew up, sir,’ Rupert replied carelessly but there were shadows in his eyes as he sat in the chair opposite and his mouth lost its smile. He did not care to be reminded of that time for the memories were too painful. ‘Is something bothering you?’
‘I fear it is,’ the marquis said. ‘I’m in somewhat of a pickle, m’boy – and I’m hoping you’ll sort me out.’
‘Anything to oblige. I do not forget that you stood as a father to me when my own…’ blue fire flashed in bitter regret for the late Lord Myers had been a rogue and a cheat and had brought his family almost to the edge of ruin. That Rupert had been able to save himself and his sister from disgrace was in large part due to this man. ‘No, I will not go down that road. Tell me what you wish, sir, and if it is in within my power I shall do it.’
‘It’s Lily’s children,’ the marquis said with a heavy sigh. ‘You know my daughter’s story, Rupert. She would marry that wastrel. I warned her that he would run through her fortune and break her heart. She wouldn’t listen and he did all that and more – he killed her.’
‘You can’t be sure of that, sir.’
‘He drove her out into the rain that night. Her maid told me of the quarrel between them. Scunthorpe broke her heart and she stayed out all night in the rain. You know what happened next…’
Rupert nodded for he did know only too well. Lily Scunthorpe had died of a fever, leaving a daughter of six years and a son of three, but that had been more than ten years previously and he could not see what the urgency was now.
‘You took the children when Scunthorpe deserted them, installed them in Cavendish Park with a governess, tutor and the requisite servants – what has happened to throw you into a fit of the blue devils?’
‘The governess and tutor both gave notice last month. I’ve tried to find replacements but with very little success. I fear my niece and nephew have acquired a reputation for being difficult. I have managed to find a woman who is prepared to take them both on – I suspect because she has no choice – but I’m not sure she’ll stay above a few days.’ Merrivale cleared his throat. ‘They need a firm hand, Rupert. I fear I’ve spoiled them. If I read them a lecture they would apologise sweetly and then go straight back to their old ways. Would it be too much to ask you to stand as mentor to them for a while? The boy may go to college at the end of the year and the girl…well, she ought to have a season next spring, but I fear I shall find it hard to secure the services of a woman influential enough to give them a good start.’
‘Play bear-leader to a girl on the edge of her comeout and a rebellious youth. Good grief, uncle! Have your wits gone begging? I’m hardly a role model for either of them. Besides being a tulip of fashion I’m a notorious rake – or hadn’t you heard?’
Merrivale ran nervous fingers through his white hair. ‘I know you have your mistress but I’m not suggesting you should take her with you to Cavendish.’
‘Thank you for small mercies,’ Rupert said, the light of mockery in his eyes once more. ‘She would take it as an invitation to marry me. Annais is too greedy for her own good. I have been looking for an excuse to finish the affair and I suppose one is as good as another… she has no love of the country.’
‘Do you mean you will do it?’ A look of such relief entered the marquis’s eyes that Rupert laughed outloud. ‘I should be so grateful, m’boy.’
‘I’ll do what I can for them,’ Rupert said. ‘But I must have a free hand. Discipline is never popular and I dare say one or the other will write and complain of my high handed behaviour or some such thing.’
‘Lily was very precious to me and her children are all I have left – apart from you, m’boy. Francesca is very like her mother but I think the boy may be more like his father. I hope John won’t turn out to be a rogue like Captain Scunthorpe – but that is why he needs a firm hand now, to knock him into shape a little before he goes to college. I suppose I should have sent him earlier, but I preferred to educate them at home – some of those schools are very harsh to boys, you know.’
‘We’ve all suffered at the hands of bullies at school,’ Rupert said. ‘John needs to learn to stand up for himself. I could teach him to box, gentleman’s rules – and perhaps fencing lessons. I’m not sure about the girl, but perhaps the governess will be what she needs.’
‘I pray she will be suitable. Her references from Lady Mary Winters were good but Lady Mary’s daughter was leaving for finishing school in France so she may just have wanted to get the woman off her hands.’
‘How old is this governess and what is her name?’
‘She’s in her late twenties I think and a sensible woman. Her name is Miss Hester Goodrum and she teaches the pianoforte as well as French, literature and needlework.’
‘Miss Goodrum?’ Rupert nodded. She sounded sensible enough, though her skills were limited. ‘I’m not sure what help she would be to John. He needs rather more than that – but for the next six months he shall have the benefit of my knowledge, such as it is.’
‘Not sure what you mean?’ the marquis looked puzzled. ‘I thought you would just run an eye over them, give them both a lecture and then pop in once in a while?’
‘I hardly think that would do much good, sir.’ Rupert arched his right eyebrow. ‘I’ve been feeling jaded for a while and this sounds like a challenge. I shall reside at Cavendish Park until the boy goes to college and by then you will have found someone to take Francesca on I imagine'.
This is my latest Regency from Mills & Boon.
As Linda Sole I put a short Regency titled Mary's Sacrifice up at amazon and this has been in the top 100 for nearly two months, going as high as 19 but normally mid list. I have now put another in the Regency Romp series up - Captain Havers & the Abandoned Bride.
Anyone who liked Captain Havers in Mary's Sacrifice will enjoy this.
Happy reading! Love from Linda/Anne
‘Good grief, sir,’ his uncle said looking at a coat that had so many capes it made Rupert’s broad shoulders look positively menacing. ‘Where did you get that monstrosity?’
‘Uncle!’ Devilish blue eyes mocked him. ‘My feelings are deeply lacerated. Don’t you know I’m a very tulip of fashion? I dare say at least six young idiots have copied this cape only this week for I saw Harrad’s boy wearing one with nine capes and this has only seven.’
‘More fool him,’ the marquis grunted. ‘Sit down m’boy. You make me feel awkward towering over me like an avenging dervish. What happened to the eager young fellow I saw off to war six years ago?’
‘I dare say he grew up, sir,’ Rupert replied carelessly but there were shadows in his eyes as he sat in the chair opposite and his mouth lost its smile. He did not care to be reminded of that time for the memories were too painful. ‘Is something bothering you?’
‘I fear it is,’ the marquis said. ‘I’m in somewhat of a pickle, m’boy – and I’m hoping you’ll sort me out.’
‘Anything to oblige. I do not forget that you stood as a father to me when my own…’ blue fire flashed in bitter regret for the late Lord Myers had been a rogue and a cheat and had brought his family almost to the edge of ruin. That Rupert had been able to save himself and his sister from disgrace was in large part due to this man. ‘No, I will not go down that road. Tell me what you wish, sir, and if it is in within my power I shall do it.’
‘It’s Lily’s children,’ the marquis said with a heavy sigh. ‘You know my daughter’s story, Rupert. She would marry that wastrel. I warned her that he would run through her fortune and break her heart. She wouldn’t listen and he did all that and more – he killed her.’
‘You can’t be sure of that, sir.’
‘He drove her out into the rain that night. Her maid told me of the quarrel between them. Scunthorpe broke her heart and she stayed out all night in the rain. You know what happened next…’
Rupert nodded for he did know only too well. Lily Scunthorpe had died of a fever, leaving a daughter of six years and a son of three, but that had been more than ten years previously and he could not see what the urgency was now.
‘You took the children when Scunthorpe deserted them, installed them in Cavendish Park with a governess, tutor and the requisite servants – what has happened to throw you into a fit of the blue devils?’
‘The governess and tutor both gave notice last month. I’ve tried to find replacements but with very little success. I fear my niece and nephew have acquired a reputation for being difficult. I have managed to find a woman who is prepared to take them both on – I suspect because she has no choice – but I’m not sure she’ll stay above a few days.’ Merrivale cleared his throat. ‘They need a firm hand, Rupert. I fear I’ve spoiled them. If I read them a lecture they would apologise sweetly and then go straight back to their old ways. Would it be too much to ask you to stand as mentor to them for a while? The boy may go to college at the end of the year and the girl…well, she ought to have a season next spring, but I fear I shall find it hard to secure the services of a woman influential enough to give them a good start.’
‘Play bear-leader to a girl on the edge of her comeout and a rebellious youth. Good grief, uncle! Have your wits gone begging? I’m hardly a role model for either of them. Besides being a tulip of fashion I’m a notorious rake – or hadn’t you heard?’
Merrivale ran nervous fingers through his white hair. ‘I know you have your mistress but I’m not suggesting you should take her with you to Cavendish.’
‘Thank you for small mercies,’ Rupert said, the light of mockery in his eyes once more. ‘She would take it as an invitation to marry me. Annais is too greedy for her own good. I have been looking for an excuse to finish the affair and I suppose one is as good as another… she has no love of the country.’
‘Do you mean you will do it?’ A look of such relief entered the marquis’s eyes that Rupert laughed outloud. ‘I should be so grateful, m’boy.’
‘I’ll do what I can for them,’ Rupert said. ‘But I must have a free hand. Discipline is never popular and I dare say one or the other will write and complain of my high handed behaviour or some such thing.’
‘Lily was very precious to me and her children are all I have left – apart from you, m’boy. Francesca is very like her mother but I think the boy may be more like his father. I hope John won’t turn out to be a rogue like Captain Scunthorpe – but that is why he needs a firm hand now, to knock him into shape a little before he goes to college. I suppose I should have sent him earlier, but I preferred to educate them at home – some of those schools are very harsh to boys, you know.’
‘We’ve all suffered at the hands of bullies at school,’ Rupert said. ‘John needs to learn to stand up for himself. I could teach him to box, gentleman’s rules – and perhaps fencing lessons. I’m not sure about the girl, but perhaps the governess will be what she needs.’
‘I pray she will be suitable. Her references from Lady Mary Winters were good but Lady Mary’s daughter was leaving for finishing school in France so she may just have wanted to get the woman off her hands.’
‘How old is this governess and what is her name?’
‘She’s in her late twenties I think and a sensible woman. Her name is Miss Hester Goodrum and she teaches the pianoforte as well as French, literature and needlework.’
‘Miss Goodrum?’ Rupert nodded. She sounded sensible enough, though her skills were limited. ‘I’m not sure what help she would be to John. He needs rather more than that – but for the next six months he shall have the benefit of my knowledge, such as it is.’
‘Not sure what you mean?’ the marquis looked puzzled. ‘I thought you would just run an eye over them, give them both a lecture and then pop in once in a while?’
‘I hardly think that would do much good, sir.’ Rupert arched his right eyebrow. ‘I’ve been feeling jaded for a while and this sounds like a challenge. I shall reside at Cavendish Park until the boy goes to college and by then you will have found someone to take Francesca on I imagine'.
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Captain Havers & the Abandoned Bride
Hi everyone.
Here is an ecerpt from a new short Regency available at amazon.
Mary's Sacrifice had been in the top 100 for a while - and this is the book that follows it.
enjoy!
‘It is time you followed Harry Challenger’s example and found yourself a bride,’ Lady Havers said to her son. ‘Your father is not as young as he used to be and he wants to see you set up your nursery while he still has his health and senses.’
‘Dearest Mama,’ George said and smiled at her fondly. ‘I am glad to say my father is in excellent health and I believe I need hardly concern myself with an heir just yet.’
‘That is all very well,’ his mother shook a finger at him. ‘But anything could happen. You are our only son now that your brother…’ she choked on a sob and the teasing light left George’s eyes as he saw her distress. His brother’s death of a virulent fever some three years earlier, while he was away serving with Wellington, had been a blow to the whole family.
‘Forgive me, Mama,’ George said and touched her hand. ‘I do not forget Will’s death. You cannot know how much I wish it had not happened.’
‘You were away but your father did not summon you home for he knew that you were happy serving your country. Thank God you were restored to us – but we know how easy it is to lose a son and it would please your father if you were to marry soon.’
‘I have thought of it,’ George said. ‘There was a girl in Bath I liked quite well but she is to marry my best friend. I am off to the wedding tomorrow but I will promise you to think about it, Mama.’
‘I knew you would oblige your father if you could,’ his mother kissed his cheek. ‘You’ve always been a good son to us. Will was the scoundrel I fear, but such a charming one that everyone loved him.’
‘I loved him more than anyone and it is with great regret that I shall one day step into my father’s shoes,’ George said. ‘However, there is no changing what has been done and you are right to remind me of my duty to the family. I shall look about me for a suitable bride.’
His mother looked pleased and said she would no longer detain him. George left the pretty salon and went out to the stables. It was a bright morning, the sun shining despite a chill breeze. He hoped it would be warmer the following day for Mary and Harry’s wedding.
Since he had no more than fifteen miles to travel, George would not leave until mid-afternoon. He was promised to Harry for his best man and would stay overnight with friends of the family.
Shaking off the feeling of despondency that had come over him, he had his favourite horse saddled and set off for a wild gallop across the meadows. He’d known since Will died that he would have to marry for the sake of the family, but thus far he’d never truly met a woman he could love with his whole heart. He’d flirted with Mary Savage, as much to provoke Harry into proposing as anything, and he thought they might have suited, but Mary’s heart had been given to Harry and he believed the couple would be truly happy.
He could only hope that he would meet another young lady he could happily marry for the sake of his parents.
Here is an ecerpt from a new short Regency available at amazon.
Mary's Sacrifice had been in the top 100 for a while - and this is the book that follows it.
enjoy!
‘It is time you followed Harry Challenger’s example and found yourself a bride,’ Lady Havers said to her son. ‘Your father is not as young as he used to be and he wants to see you set up your nursery while he still has his health and senses.’
‘Dearest Mama,’ George said and smiled at her fondly. ‘I am glad to say my father is in excellent health and I believe I need hardly concern myself with an heir just yet.’
‘That is all very well,’ his mother shook a finger at him. ‘But anything could happen. You are our only son now that your brother…’ she choked on a sob and the teasing light left George’s eyes as he saw her distress. His brother’s death of a virulent fever some three years earlier, while he was away serving with Wellington, had been a blow to the whole family.
‘Forgive me, Mama,’ George said and touched her hand. ‘I do not forget Will’s death. You cannot know how much I wish it had not happened.’
‘You were away but your father did not summon you home for he knew that you were happy serving your country. Thank God you were restored to us – but we know how easy it is to lose a son and it would please your father if you were to marry soon.’
‘I have thought of it,’ George said. ‘There was a girl in Bath I liked quite well but she is to marry my best friend. I am off to the wedding tomorrow but I will promise you to think about it, Mama.’
‘I knew you would oblige your father if you could,’ his mother kissed his cheek. ‘You’ve always been a good son to us. Will was the scoundrel I fear, but such a charming one that everyone loved him.’
‘I loved him more than anyone and it is with great regret that I shall one day step into my father’s shoes,’ George said. ‘However, there is no changing what has been done and you are right to remind me of my duty to the family. I shall look about me for a suitable bride.’
His mother looked pleased and said she would no longer detain him. George left the pretty salon and went out to the stables. It was a bright morning, the sun shining despite a chill breeze. He hoped it would be warmer the following day for Mary and Harry’s wedding.
Since he had no more than fifteen miles to travel, George would not leave until mid-afternoon. He was promised to Harry for his best man and would stay overnight with friends of the family.
Shaking off the feeling of despondency that had come over him, he had his favourite horse saddled and set off for a wild gallop across the meadows. He’d known since Will died that he would have to marry for the sake of the family, but thus far he’d never truly met a woman he could love with his whole heart. He’d flirted with Mary Savage, as much to provoke Harry into proposing as anything, and he thought they might have suited, but Mary’s heart had been given to Harry and he believed the couple would be truly happy.
He could only hope that he would meet another young lady he could happily marry for the sake of his parents.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Happy Christmas to my readers
Hi everyone. I am finding it difficult to post at the moment, I think I need a new browser so I shall ask my IT man to put one up for me. I have a Christmas special out as Anne Herries and A Stranger's Touch - a new Melford Dynasty.
As Linda sole there is my Christmas Regency Romps, cheaply priced shorts. One is going up for free for one day - 16th December. there is often a free book in kindle from me so take a look.
Love to all my friends and readers
As Linda sole there is my Christmas Regency Romps, cheaply priced shorts. One is going up for free for one day - 16th December. there is often a free book in kindle from me so take a look.
Love to all my friends and readers
Saturday, 13 October 2012
New Books Coming
Coming in December.
Candelight Christmas Kisses is a double book with another author. Mine is the story of three sisters forced from their home after their mother dies by a selfish cousin. Selina takes a position as a housekeeper to give her sisters a home...but she has no idea that a dream from the past is about to become reality.
Enjoy these latest books! There are more on the way.
And Happy Christmas.
Mail me for a free book
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Thursday, 23 August 2012
Hi from Linda
I thought I would tell you about two new books available from Amazon. The Bastard/Anne Ireland/Leap of Faith Publishers and The Elusive Earl/ Anne Herries.
From HMB there is a christmas special coming in November and in December A Stranger's Touch.
Love to you all, Anne
From HMB there is a christmas special coming in November and in December A Stranger's Touch.
Love to you all, Anne
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
The Elusive Earl
A Knight of Honour is now in ebook at amazon and HMB
As well as this Regency I have a Medieval out under my Anne Ireland name and I'm posting an excerpt for you here.
Enjoy!
The Castle of Penrith 1393
‘No, Mama, no.’ My terrified cries echoed from the stone walls of my mother’s chamber as Wenna tried to prise me free of her skirts. ‘Please do not make me go...’
From outside came the sounds of shouting, the roll of heavy wheels as they brought the great engines of war close to the castle walls, and the clash of wood thudding against the gates. Every now and then there was a fearsome roar as the attackers made a fresh assault on our walls, sending their fireballs into our courtyards, and then screams as our defenders poured burning oil down on their heads.
‘Go with Morwenna, child.’ Her voice calmed me as always. She stroked my hair, which was so like hers, flame-red and wild, with a will of its own. ‘You know that I do not wish to part from you, Rhianna, but I must stay for without me the men would not stand. I am the lady of Penrith and here I shall live or die.’
‘No, Mama. Let me stay with you. Please, do not send me away.’
She knelt down then, this mother I adored, this woman who was my rock and my world, and looked into my face.
‘You will go because I ask it of you, Rhianna, and because you must bear witness. You must remember what happened here and one day – one day you will take revenge for us all.’
Suddenly I could not hear the sounds of war; there was only silence and a soft warm breeze that swirled about us, holding us two alone in all the world.
‘Keep these for me, dearest,’ she said and drew over her head the necklace she always wore. Made of gold and heavy, it had a round medallion with strange markings. She placed it about my neck and it felt warm where it had lain against her breast. Into my hand she pressed a small journal. ‘These things are important, Rhianna, and one day you will know why.’
‘Please let me stay with you.’
My pleading was in vain. Her eyes held that proud stubborn expression that meant she would yield to no one. My mother was the lady of Penrith. Her word was law and her people obeyed her. To me she was the most powerful person in the world and I adored her.
‘You will go as I bid you. Tonight is the night of the crimson moon. If you see it you will know that we shall not meet again in this life. It is not given to everyone to see such a terrible sight but I have seen it and so will you. One day you will take my place here and you will know all the things I should have taught you had I been granted time. You will know that sometimes we must all do things we would not wish because it is our duty.’
I tried to cling to her once more but she pushed me back and stood up.
‘Whenever you see a crimson moon it means that something evil has taken place. Remember that, my daughter. Remember that you are the child of Rowena Morgan and that the power will be yours when the time is right.’
What did she mean? Others spoke of my mother having the sight or the power of healing, but what did that mean? I was but eleven years of age and to me Lady Rowena Penrith was the most powerful person in the world. Her beauty was fabled and her voice had the lilt of the valleys.
‘Yes, Mama. One day I shall take revenge for what has happened here. One day I shall kill the Earl D’Auvergne.’
Her laughter was soft and delicious like thick warm honey. ‘If you were a man I should tell you to kill him, to take a life for a life – but you will be a woman and a beautiful one. Always remember that a woman has other weapons, and sometimes a smile can be sharper than the thrust of a sword.’
‘I shall remember everything you have told me. I love you...’
Wenna’s tore me from my mother’s side and held me firmly clasped against her.
‘We must go or it will be too late. They have started to break through.’
‘Take her and protect her with your life, I beg you. My father is dead but my brother is a decent man and he will take her in for my sake.
‘I shall protect her but I wish you would come with us, my lady.’
‘I must stay for as long as I am needed, to give courage to my people. I am theirs and they are mine but I would have my daughter safe. Sir James Morgan will take my child and perhaps one day her father will return to claim her.’
‘He should never have deserted you to fight foreign wars.’ Morwenna scowled. ‘I do not know why you stayed with him these many years.’
‘Because I loved him, as I love my land and my people – and my child.’
Wenna took me then, dragging me from the tower room down the twisting stair that led to the great hall. The huge room with its vaulted wood roof was usually a hive of activity, filled with servants busy about their work or my mother’s ladies, visiting knights and pilgrims who stopped here on their way to some shrine or a great church. Today it was empty, stripped of the weapons that hung upon the walls
Everyone was outside, up on the walls or at the foot of ladders, helping to send cauldrons of boiling pitch up to the battlements so that it could be hurled down on the enemy.
The enemy was the English. Led by the Earl D’Auvergne they had demanded that my mother hand over the castle to them but she had refused and now they were intent on breaking down our defences. My mother had taught me that the Welsh had fought for years to drive the English from our lands. She had told me of stirring battles and victories, of a time when the great English King Henry 111 had been sent scurrying back to London with his tail between his legs.
‘Why do kings have tails, Mama?’ I asked in my innocence.
Mama laughed and said that one day I would understand what she meant. She had taught me about the struggle that had gone on for many years between our two nations. The people of Wales had ever been of a rebellious spirit. Even the Romans had found it difficult to subdue our people and in the end there had been a kind of truce between us, a respect for an unquenchable spirit.
Always, she had made me wish to learn and my earliest memories were of standing at her knee as she told stories. I learned of great battles won in Wales and much more.
‘You must learn everything, Rhianna,’ she told me. ‘One day you will need your knowledge to help others.’
‘As you do, Mama?’
‘Yes, child.’ She stroked my hair. ‘Now listen for this is important. Some years after those far off victories against the great King Henry 111, a time of darkness fell over England.’
‘Darkness, Mama? Did the sun not shine?
‘It was a great shadow stretching over the whole of Europe and beyond to far and unimaginable places. The plague or the Black Death, as it was often known, killed thousands of people. It first visited England in 1348 after wreaking havoc in the Low Countries, Italy and France, visiting first in Bristol and then spread throughout the land. Whole families died of the foul disease, sometimes everyone in the village. It changed the way people lived, bringing the beginning of the end of the old feudal system that had existed since the Normans first conquered England.’
My eyes widened in wonder.
‘What happened then, Mama?
‘The plague has visited less frequently of late they say, though people still fear it. In 1349 it came here to Wales, but in the valleys, we have never suffered from it as much as the English in their towns and cities.’
‘Why is that, Mama?’
‘The English are ungodly. The plague is sent by God to punish sinners, as is leprosy – though ‘tis not often we see a leper these days. Once there were lazar houses everywhere but in England they have turned them into infirmaries for the sick.’
‘If the English are so wicked, why does Father fight for the English king?’
‘Your father is not a rich man, Rhianna. He must answer to his overlord. The Earl of Pendraga makes the alliance for his own ends. He is my husband’s father and a great man, a loyal servant of the King. These things are not always as simple as they would seem, my love. For the moment the Welsh lords must bend the knee but one day a prince will come and then we shall see great events. For a time at least a Welsh prince shall rule in Wales.’
‘How do you know, Mama?’
‘I know because it has been sung of in the hills and valleys. Merlin foretold it long ago.’
What was she thinking? What had brought that secret, intimate smile to her lips?
‘Who is Merlin, Mama?
‘The Merlin of legend was the greatest sorcerer of all time. He lived when King Arthur and his knights sat in Camelot and the world was a magical place.’
Again the smile was there.
Mama was the fount of all knowledge, my teacher and my protector. Without her my world would crumble into dust.
As Wenna hurried me to the chapel, I wished that Merlin would come and save us. If I had the power Mama had spoken of I should be able to conjure him up and drive the English from our walls, but nothing happened, though I called to him with my heart.
Why did he not help me? I wanted to stay in the castle with my mother. She had said that if there was a crimson moon I would never see her again in this life. I prayed with all the passion that was within me that there would be no moon that night.
Shouting and screaming was all around us, the stink of burning wood in the air, making me gag as Wenna thrust me before her into the chapel. Gargoyles and grotesques looked down on us as we approached the altar. I dare not look for I knew there was a terrible painting of the Dance of Death, which was meant to warn sinners of their likely fate. The priests preached of the torments of Hell and I feared the devil would take my soul and cast me into his fiery pit. Mama’s stories of the struggle between good and evil and of magic had become muddled in my mind with Heaven and Hell. With her I had always been safe and protected but alone I should be at the mercy of demons.
‘The passage is here somewhere,’ Wenna told me, running her hands over the altar as she searched for and found what she needed beneath the tall silver cross. The heavy stone altar swung out to reveal a dark cavern behind it. As I caught the damp musty odour, I hung back. Surely, it was the mouth of Hell?
‘It is dark and there will be spiders. I want to stay with Mama.’
Wenna had lit one of the candles from the small flame that was always kept burning on the altar. She held it in her left hand as she reached for me with her right. Her face looked pale in the yellow light and for the first time I realised that she too was afraid.
‘We must go now, child. Your mother wants you to live. Remember that one day you must take revenge for what happens here this night.’
Her hand caught and held mine. I screamed as she dragged me inside that dark stinking cavern. Her grip tightened and though I tugged at her she would not let go. I screamed again twice as she pressed a lever and the heavy altar swung back into place, shutting us in.
Terror swept over me. We must be in the caverns of Hell. I screamed hysterically.
‘Stop that!’ Wenna slapped me hard. ‘I doubt you will be heard but there’s no time for tantrums. We must go. If the enemy break through terrible things may happen. We should not be here.’
Tears trickled down my cheeks. It was very cold and dark here. Why could I not have stayed safe in my mother’s arms?
Wenna’s grip on my hand loosened. She held the candle aloft so that it lit the dark corners and we could see a narrow passage.
‘That is the way we must go,’ she said. ‘Be brave, Rhianna. You are the daughter of a lord and the granddaughter of an earl. Lady Rowena Penrith is your mother. She may have married your father unwisely but she remains one of our people – the Morgan family - though your father be English.’
‘What am I, Wenna? My mother is from the valleys like you – but my father is a Marcher lord on the English side. Where does my allegiance lie?’
‘You can ask that? Has your mother taught you nothing? She is Welsh and so you are too. You must not forget what the English have done this day.’ She moved towards the tunnel, then looked back at me. ‘I shall lead and you must follow.’
I was reluctant to leave the castle and all that I knew but Wenna was leaving me, taking the light. I hurried after her, catching her cloak.
The walls were damp to the touch and the cold seemed to seep into your bones. After a while the candle flickered and went out and we had to feel our way forward blindly. In places Wenna was forced to bend almost double because the roof was so low, and twice I heard her curse because she had struck her head against the rock. We were beneath the surface of the ground, locked in an endless darkness that went on and on forever.
How long it took us to reach the other end remains a mystery. To me it seemed an eternity. Several times I felt something sticky brush my face and cried out in fear. Wenna did not falter or turn to look at me.
When eventually we saw a pinprick of light ahead of us, Wenna gave a cry of relief and hurried forward. I ran to keep up with her, stumbling in my haste and anxiety not to be left alone in this terrible darkness. We had reached a place where the rock narrowed to a crack that was hardly wide enough for a grown man to pass. It looked as if some of the rock had fallen, partially obscuring the exit. Wenna managed to get out after a lot of squeezing and complaining, and then I slipped through easily.
Dusk was beginning to fall. We had come out in what was clearly the ruin of an old monastery or perhaps one the lazar houses that had fallen into disuse with the decline of that dread disease. Its ruined walls were covered in lichens and moss and it frightened me for there was an air of foreboding. We were some distance from the castle but it stood on a mound looking out towards the Welsh Marches, dark and brooding against the sky. We could see it because the night sky had turned red. Flames were shooting into the air and the stench of burning carried even here.
‘Mama,’ I cried. ‘We must go back. The castle is on fire. We must save her.’
‘It is too late,’ Wenna warned. ‘Do not be foolish, child. We could not go back through the tunnel for the candle has burned down and I could not open the door to the chapel.’
‘Mama! I should never have left her alone. I want my mother. I want my mother...’
‘She wanted you to leave,’ Wenna said and grabbed my arm as I would have made a dash for the tunnel. ‘There is nothing you can do, Rhianna.’
As I stood staring back at the castle I suddenly saw two figures on the battlements. The wooden roof of the great hall was blazing, as were other parts of the castle. The figures were outlined against the crimson sky, a woman and a man, and they were fighting. The man seemed to be trying to hold the woman but she would not be held. She broke free of him and then somehow she either fell or flung herself over the edge. The man reached out as if to grab her but he was too late to catch her.
I was too far away to hear the scream but it echoed in my head. I knew it was my mother screaming. The sound was shrill and terrible, and, as I looked up, I saw that the moon had turned to red.
‘Mama...’
I screamed her name over and over again.
Mama...Mama, why...why did you do that? Why did you leave me?’
‘She is at peace now,’ Wenna said and reached for me. I shook my head and tried to break from her, kicking her and punching her as the grief poured out. ‘There, there, my lovely, ‘tis over now...’
I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.
‘It is not over,’ I said. ‘Now it begins...’
Then I collapsed into her arms.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Catching up on the news
It seems I haven't been here in a while. So busy I'm afraid. I've had several Anne Herries books brought out since The Bartered Bride. There's a double Regency called Mischief and Mayhem, 2 full books in one. there has also been the Disappearing Duchess, The Mysterious Lord Marlowe and the Scandalous Lord Lanchester, all in hardback, paperback and ebook.
Last year Hostage Bride was out and I've just finished another medieval book which may be out next year perhaps. There are a couple more Regencies in the pipeline to come and one set at the time of the Gunpowder Plot so you can see why I don't blog as much as I should.
Love to all
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Linda/Anne
Last year Hostage Bride was out and I've just finished another medieval book which may be out next year perhaps. There are a couple more Regencies in the pipeline to come and one set at the time of the Gunpowder Plot so you can see why I don't blog as much as I should.
Love to all
Monday, 23 April 2012
News From Anne
I've just popped in to tell you about the new books on offer at the moment. There is a triolgy -The Disappearing Duchess, The Mysterious Lord Marlowe and The scandalous Lord Lanchester. All three are available in paperback and ebook. There is also a double book, both new here in England - Mkschief and Marriage.
I have just sent off a new Regency, the start of another trilogy, and I am checking the AAs for my Christmas Special.
Blooger has changed again. Why do they keep making it more difficult for us? Hope this works!
Love from Anne
Monday, 13 February 2012
New Books
I have a Regency Trilogy out over the next few months.
The Disappearing Duchess
The Mysterious Lord Marlowe
The Scandalous Lord Lanchester
I also have a double book
Mischief and Mayhem coming out soon.
Five books coming out by April. Rather a lot! My readers will not know which to choose I think.
Also, I've seen that Mischief & Mayhem is in a huge ebook with all the Regency Collection. It looks a bargain for £38.00 at amazon.
At the moment I have another book or two already in the pipeline and am waiting for results with two others at my publisher.
After a long time with no broadband, no landline and a big move I am about to start a new M&B next week. Almost finished the saga I've been working on for a while.
Busy life but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Love to all, Linda/Anne
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Happy Christmas to my readers
I have been so busy of late that I've neglected my posts. Hopefully in the New Year the move will be completed and I'll be back to normal. I cannot wait to start writing regularly again!
At the moment I have Hostage Bride out, which is a medieval and I think my readers will enjoy. Next year there is a Regency Trilogy coming out in consecutive months, which should be good for those who love that period. Also I think there's a double book coming out in the spring, also Regency.
I had hoped to write a short Christmas story for my readers but in all the bother of getting ready to move it didn't get done. However, I hope to put something up for you soon.
As a Christmas gift to my readers, just email me at linda@lindasole.co.uk to receive a free copy of A Dangerous Masquerade - Northaven's Story.
Happy Christmas to you all and may 2012 be a wonderful year for everyone.
Love from Linda/Anne Herries
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Melford Dynasty
Because Readers are finding it a little confusing I painstakingly drew out a family tree but blogger wouldn't copy it properly so I've written the various marriages and the children of those marriages here, providing the titles of the books they feature in and their number. Because one was published out of sequence and another was published in a double book in Uk it isn't surprising readers are finding it difficult to sort out who is who.
I hope this helps.
Robert Melford married Melissa Whitbread. They had 4 children
Harry Catherine Anne and young brother who died in infancy
Available in PB and ebook UK & USA
Forbidden Lady is their book (Book 1)
Harry married Claire St. Cloud in 1507 and had 3 children
Annabel, Richard, Mary Fitzroy
Her Dark and Dangerous Lord is Harry’s book as well as his sister Anne’s book.
(Book 3)
Catherine married Andrew Earl of Gifford in 1501 and had 2 children
Sarah b 1502 and Anton 1503
The Lord’s Forced Bride is Catherine’s book (book2)
Anton’s story is Fugitive Countess: available in single ebook @fictionwise or in Wayward Woman double book at amazon PB & ebook UK as ebook at USA amazon.
(Book 4)
Anne married Simon de Montfort in 1507 and had one son Sebastien b.1508
This was book 3 Her Dark and Dangerous Lord
Children of Harry
Annabel Melford married John Devere in 1525 and had 2 children, Mary and Justin. Born. 1530
Justin’s story is The Pirate’s willing Captive. Book five but published fourth by M&B in error.
This is the Melford Dynasty so far. Another is on the way and when it is published I shall explain who Rupert is here.
People say they love the book and I hope to continue the Dynasty for a while and I'll update you on my blogs in future.
Love from Anne
PS Hostage Bride is a new medieval out next month.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Because He Needs Me, in print!
Because He Needs Me is a book I've done as Lynn Granville. From Leap of Faith publishing it is in ebook and now in print. You can find the ebook at amazon in kindle, in ARE and in Nook at Barnes & Noble and other outlets as well as Leap of Faith's own site. It will shortly be showing up at various outlets in print.
www.leapoffaithpublishing.com
Please enjoy the excerpt.
Oh, God, she hoped he wouldn’t come over! Janni had recognized the one man she hadn’t wanted to see at this wedding. It was ages since she’d been in the same room with Nick Hamilton, and she really hadn’t given the idea that he might be here a thought, though she should have done. It couldn’t matter, of course. Whatever there had been between her and Nick had been over years ago – when he married. Not that it had ever been very much even then!
Janni had been through several love affairs since then, the latest of which had recently ended in tears and recriminations. What was wrong with her for goodness sake? Why couldn’t she find someone who really cared, someone who would give her a home and family, and love – most importantly love?
Nick was glancing her way again, obviously deciding whether or not he ought to come over and say hello. Where was his wife? Janni hadn’t noticed her – and you couldn’t miss a woman like that! Sarah was gorgeous, so it was no wonder that Nick had fallen for her hook line and sinker.
Janni glanced across the hotel’s crowded reception room at the bride and groom; she felt a pang of envy despite her satisfaction at Alice’s obvious happiness. Sheer delight seemed to shine out of her friend’s eyes, testifying to her state of mind. Janni didn’t grudge that happiness one little bit, but couldn’t help wishing that her own life was a little more settled.
Alice and Peter were the perfect pair, and Janni had introduced them nine months ago. Her own lovelife had been blossoming then, but for the past few weeks she had been nursing a bruised ego. Fortunately, it seemed that her heart was pretty resilient, which it would need to be after the way Mark had treated her recently.
Perhaps it was a combination of seeing Nick unexpectedly, and her friend’s shining happiness that made Janni feel so dejected all of a sudden. Damn Mark! He really wasn’t worth getting upset over. One day he’d been eagerly talking about buying a house together, almost the next he was announcing that he was off to America on a three-year research project.
“So what happens to us?” Janni had asked, feeling bewildered by Mark’s sudden about turn.
“It was never going to be more than a temporary arrangement,” he’d said, taking her breath away. “Nothing is forever, Janni. Besides, this is a chance I can’t miss.”
He hadn’t asked her to keep in touch, or whether she would consider giving up her job at the local hospital to go with him. She had sensed his excitement and known he wanted to be free – and that had hurt!
The sharp pain had gone now, but she was still feeling bruised. So much so that when she saw the undeniably attractive man walking towards her, she immediately hoisted her shield into place. Why had he of all people had to be here? And why must he bother to come over and say hello?
She’d had a thing for Doctor Nick Hamilton once, when they were both working at a London teaching hospital, but he’d hardly noticed her. He had fallen in love with and married a very beautiful woman, and they’d lost touch when he moved. Until now, Janni hadn’t seen him for years, but he was a friend of Peter’s, and had been invited for the wedding. It was natural, of course, and she would have realized it if she had thought about it earlier.
“They look happy don’t they?” Nick said glancing at the bride and groom. “Peter and Alice. “
Janni took a deep breath. There was no escaping it! She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Peter had been through a rough time before he met Alice – but you know that, of course. You introduced them, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I can claim the credit for that, but they did all the rest themselves.”
He seemed amused at her quip, and hesitated for a second or two. “I know this isn’t the right time to talk shop, but Alice tells me you are thinking of changing your job – going for something new. I wondered if you might consider working for us at the surgery as a practice nurse?”
Janni was startled. He had taken her completely by surprise and she gave no thought to her answer before replying negatively. “I am flattered that you asked,” she said. “But I am happy where I am – and I’ve never considered anything but hospital work.”
“The nurses I need never have,” Nick replied and grinned. “If they had, they probably wouldn’t be what I was looking for. Don’t make that a final no, Janni. Think about it please. If you are truly happy where you are then that’s all there is to it – but if there’s even a chance you might consider coming to us, if only for a few months, I should like to hear from you.” He took a card from his pocket and handed it to her. “I think you would be pleasantly surprised if you paid us a visit. We have all the latest equipment at the surgery. Peter has made sure of that, believe me.”
Janni's heart did a quick tango but she suppressed her foolishness.
Peter and Nick were partners in the country practice as well as friends, and Alice had burned Janni’s ears with stories of how beautiful the village was – and the surrounding countryside.
Alice had been a Theatre Sister before her marriage, but she planned on having a family almost at once. “Before my biological clock runs out,” she’d told Janni laughingly. “I’ve done my stint for the NHS – and I can always go back part time when the children are at school.”
“Yes, I imagine he would,” Janni replied with a wry look. “Alice told me Peter has to have everything just so.”
“We’re in agreement as far as that goes – which is why we both want you, Janni. Why don’t you think about it? Alice is your best friend, isn’t she? It would mean you were able to see her more often, and I understand you are having difficulties at the moment.”
“I see Alice has been telling tales out of school.” Janni frowned.
“She just told me things hadn’t gone well for you, and that you were thinking of making a change. Nothing personal,” Nick assured her. He glanced at his watch and frowned. “Anyway, it was nice speaking to you again, Janni. I must have a word with Alice and Peter before they leave. Give me a call if you are interested, won’t you?” He handed her his card.
“Yes, if I’m interested,” Janni replied, tucking his card into her pocket as he walked away. Her foolish heart was still misbehaving itself. Nick was as attractive as ever, she thought, dressed in a stylish, collarless dark blue suit that showed only a flash of white at the neck and looked as if it might be Armani. It was the kind of suit that was good on young, athletic men and she recalled that he had been keen on sport when she’d known him before. His hair was dark blond and a little longer than she normally liked on a man – but why was she letting herself think about him at all? He was married and she had no intention of getting involved again for a long, long time. Especially with a married man!
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Bought For the Harem
My latest book with Mills and Boon is now on sale in UK in paperback and ebook. Captive of the Harem was my best selling book for HMB. It did very well in Japan, reprinting several times and is also in Chinese comic strip in ebook. It is great fun to see and worth the money just to see what oen of my books looks like in picture format, though I can't read it. The pictures tell their own story.
I've just completed Northaven's story. He was the rogue in the Hanover Square series, which has been popular with readers. Several people emailed and asked me to write his story, which I did. I also have another new book completed and being read, which is set at the time of the Gunpowder plot, this is part of the Melford Dynasty series.
My next book out is Hostage Bride. The hardback is out in October and the paperback and digital will be in December. It's my first medieval for a while for HMB so I hope my readers will enjoy that one.
At the moment I'm taking a little time off because we had doing renovating a bungalow, which will be our new home when it's ready.
Love to all my readers and I hope you are enjoying Bought For the Harem.
Linda/Anne
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