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The second in Susanne Lord’s critically acclaimed London Explorers series, Discovery of Desire , is out now! To celebrate, we've pulled an excerpt from the book to share. *** Author’s Note: Seth has disembarked from the steamship, onto the crowded, bustling port of Bombay. The other passengers, including the four dozen lady passengers who had sailed to wed East India Company men, are rushed by the bachelors and huddled together in the chaos… “Ladies?” A woman’s voice. Sweet and low and nearly swallowed in the fray. Maybe it was because his explorer’s senses were honed to seek the rare, the anomalies in nature, but Seth trailed that voice to a venture girl twenty feet away. She wore a trim white jacket and green skirt with starry, white flowers all over it. Her sun helmet concealed all but a bit of brown hair. “Ladies, as no one has told us yet what to do, if you are to be met by someone, would you move to this end?” She gestured and the ladies shuffled to...

The third in Lillian Marek's Victorian Adventures series,   A Scandalous Adventure , is finally out! Check out an excerpt from the book! *** Lady Susannah burst into their hotel sitting room and marched furiously about, her hoops swinging wildly about her, endangering the ornaments cluttering the numerous small tables. It was most unladylike behavior. She did not care. She did not feel ladylike at the moment. Far from it. “Of all the improper, infuriating, arrogant, high-handed, overweening, pompous, insolent…” She pressed her lips tightly together. “Have you run out of adjectives, dear?” asked Lady Augusta as she untied her bonnet and set it aside. “That was exciting, was it not? Positively exhilarating. But now, if you will excuse me, I believe I will take a short nap. Enjoyable though that little interlude was, I am not accustomed to so much excitement.” She smiled cheerfully at the girls and walked to her bedroom. “Oh dear,” said Olivia. “Did we hurry back too quickly? ...

Launch Day is weird. Okay, the book is out there. There’s nothing more I can do about it, but I feel as if there’s something I ought to be doing. Is there some protocol for nervous authors? I don’t want to find myself checking the rankings on Amazon every ten minutes or so in hopes that somebody has actually bought the book. Yes, I know, this is silly, but it’s hard to resist. I certainly don’t want to Google the book’s title to see if there are any reviews. That’s really not a good idea. If there’s a new review, it might not be a good one. Then I would be depressed, and that’s even worse than being nervous. I don’t want to stare out the window all day, feeling as if there ought to be something happening out there. I know what I’ll see. Nothing. Nada. So I could do what I usually do when I’m a nervous wreck: I will cook. Preferably something wildly elaborate that I have never made before and will take me HOURS. I have a recipe for a pâté that has seventeen different ingredients, inclu...