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I think one of my favorite things about a good romance book cover are the gorgeous gowns... On the front of Will's True Wish by Grace Burrowes , the heroine's gown  is a sweeping  cascade of elegance. On Shana Galen 's latest romance cover for I KISSED A ROGUE, the skirt of the gown  looks like a lovely pool of scarlet ...and the man kissing her heroine doesn't look bad either. :)   On my newest novel, coming out on Saturday, Aphrodite's Choice , my heroine stands in a gown that flows like a  river of gold, enhancing of the gold of her hair. I don't usually judge a book by it's cover, but I have to admit these beauties beckon me into the worlds between their pages.

If you open a nineteenth century etiquette book like, The ladies' hand-book of etiquette and manual of politeness , you will find rules for everything. Rules on how to properly address a letter, how to meet someone in a demure fashion, what to do if a gentleman is vulgar, or how to stand or walk the proper distance from your betters. Huh? Many of these rules are common sense and still apply today. Some however, to repeat a cliché, have gone with the wind. For example, anyone familiar with social media must realize that nineteenth century rules of modesty have been forgotten. One of the charms of historical romance is to spend a few moments in the graceful past. While I’ve never come across someone standing a few paces behind a Duke in romance novels, there are many other aspects of etiquette that do grace their pages. Who does not like a gentleman who would place his cape over a mud puddle so my lady may not get muddy? Sigh. One other form of etiquette I adm...

In our imaginary world of Regency romance novels, there appears to be a rake and a duke on every street corner. Our affection for dukes seems obvious, but why do we love rakes so? Below, I’ve listed a few possible reasons and then added a quote from George, the hero of my latest release,  TO CATCH A RAKE. Rakes are usually handsome and arrogant. Needless to say, that arrogance will be brought to heel by the love of a good woman. “Forgive me, Mrs. Russell, but you are obviously not acquainted with all of womankind. Most ladies are not affronted in the least.” “Do you mean to tell me that you have taken a survey of all of womankind about their feelings in regard to your field guide?” The wicked smile beamed from his handsome, lean face. “Indeed, I have made some effort to…survey all of womankind.” Rakes instinctively know how to charm a lady and sweep her off her feet. “You see, the secret to pleasuring a woman requires many traits unique to engineers.” His...

I am so happy that today my latest novel HOW TO WED A WARRIOR is coming into the world. I loved writing about Robbie and Pru and watching these two fall in love. Mrs. Prudence Whittaker is a woman of many secrets...as the novel progresses, it turns out that she is living a secret life. One of her secrets that my Highlander Robbie Waters uncovers is that she is quick with a scimitar. “What are you doing here?” “Saving your skin.” Robert had no more time to talk, for they were no longer alone. Some had noticed the altercation , and had decided to join the fray. Three men came at him then. Robert stabbed the first one in the sword arm, and the man dropped his cutlass. Pru lifted her skirts in one hand, darting into the fight to pick up the sword, brandishing it as if she would fence with them. All three ruffians still standing started laughing, but she held her ground, covering Robert’s back. “It’s a good thing you’re here, Pru, or I’d be worried.” ...

TO CATCH A RAKE a light-hearted tale about two people falling in love. In this story expect some wit, a laugh or two, and experience the joy-filled journey of two people on the path to romance. You will also discover that the story is set amongst a remarkable historical event. First I’d like to talk about the hero—the man who will always by my favorite character. What is more exciting than a strong, masculine hero recognizing, and ultimately giving in to, his passion for the heroine. By the end of the book, I expect most of us would love to be in the heroine’s pointy-toed shoes. "You wish to be considered a Happy Goer?” She held her breath. His question was followed by the wickedest smile Meta had ever seen given by a gentleman. Wicked because it revealed an intimate knowledge of Happy Goers. Wicked because it contained a veiled challenge for her to retaliate in kind. And wicked because, regardless of her response, he possessed complete confidence in his ultimat...