A Winner for the Virginia Heath Gift Set has been randomly selected and the name that came out of the hat is…..drum roll, please!
Congratulations Alison, we will be in touch with you to arrange sending your prize.
I am very excited because I have a pretty special post for you all, my friend and awesome Historical Romance author Virginia Heath dropped by Chicks Rogues and Scandals to celebrate her upcoming newest release of “A Warriner to Rescue Her” which is book 2 in the Wild Warriners Series and she brought with her some incredible goodies, an exclusive to Chicks Rogues and Scandals excerpt and an amazing Gift Set that we will be giving away to one very lucky winner. I did want to keep the gift for myself but I promise I will let the prize go to a good home – it is seriously amazing though 😉.
To celebrate the up and coming release of “A Warriner to Rescue Her” we are going to be chatting Beatrix Potter, The Warriners and Acorns?…So to get our little celebration going with an exclusive post from the lady her self; here’s Virginia Heath…
From Little Acorns…
Just over a year ago, my first book came out. Like most debut authors, I found it all exciting yet a strangely daunting process. There was so much to learn and so much to do, and everyone told me that top of that list was to get some reviews because without them my book would fade into obscurity. Eagerly, I sent out my precious book to all and sundry, terrified they would all hate my work but knowing I had to do it or else nobody else would read it, hoping that from little acorns an oak tree would grow.
However, there was a problem. The reviewers weren’t interested. Why would they be? Why would they waste their valuable time on a new, unknown author when they already had a huge To Be Read pile filled with well-established and brilliant authors? It seemed my debut book was doomed and so was I.
That’s when I came across Frankie on Twitter. She had just started up her own blogging site Chicks, Rogues and Scandals. She was new and so was I, so I asked her if she would review That Despicable Rogue and to my delight and utter relief she said yes.
It was my first review, and a very nice one. Thanks to that review, other reviewers picked up my book and gave me a go. Since then, it’s all snowballed and I truly have had the most phenomenal first year. I’m building a name for myself and a solid following of readers. I was even nominated for a RONA award (Romantic Novel of the Year) for my third book The Discerning Gentleman’s Guide- I didn’t win but to have been shortlisted felt like I did. The big sites now regularly review my books, and by and large those reviews have all been excellent. The response to my first ever series- The Wild Warriners- has been awesome and I can already feel it building momentum after the success of the first book A Warriner to Protect Her.
I’m not an oak tree yet, more a sapling, and I will be forever grateful to Frankie for her part in that. That’s why I decided to celebrate the launch of the second Warriner book with a giveaway and excerpt exclusively on Chicks, Rogues and Scandals rather than on my own website. A little thank-you for being the first person to take a chance on me. I hope you all enjoy A Warriner to Rescue Her…
Exclusive Excerpt of A Warriner to Rescue Her.
Their butler crept in stealthily and coughed subtly. Every time Jamie saw him it gave him a start. Six months ago they had not even had a maid—now, thanks to Letty, there was a veritable army running Markham Manor, all transplanted from her opulent mansion in Mayfair.
‘You have a caller, my lady.’
A rarity indeed. Nobody called on the Warriners unless they were baying for blood or demanding immediate payment.
‘A young lady. A Miss Reeves. She is enquiring as to whether Captain Warriner is at home.’
Jamie could feel the beginnings of nerves in the pit of his stomach, warning of further impending humiliation, but tried to appear impassive.
‘Captain Warriner?’ Letty was staring at him with barely contained delight. ‘How very dashing that sounds.’
‘Tell her I am not at home, Chivers.’
‘Tell her no such thing! Have her shown in immediately, Chivers. And arrange for some tea.’ His sister-in-law tossed aside her already forgotten sewing and sat eagerly forward in her chair. ‘Why is a young lady calling for you, Jamie?’
He considered lying, but as the real reason for Miss Reeves’s unwelcome visit was doubtless about to be unveiled there seemed little point. ‘I tried to rescue her from a tree yesterday.’
‘Yes. And failed. Miserably.’
Further explanation was prevented by the arrival of his embarrassment. Just as it had yesterday, those red-gold curls refused to be tamed by her hairpins. Several very becoming silky tendrils poked out of her sensible bonnet and framed her pretty face. Her lovely chestnut eyes were wary as they darted between him and Letty.
Politeness dictated he should stand in the presence of a lady, but if he stood she would see more damning evidence of his infirmity and his pride was already bruised and battered quite enough. Letty, of course, sprang to her feet in an instant and gushingly greeted their guest.
‘Miss Reeves! I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I am Letty Warriner- technically the Countess of Markham, although my husband is reticent about using his title. Do take a seat. I hope you will join us for tea?’
It was all a little over the top, in Jamie’s opinion. Yes, a visitor was something of a rarity here, but the way Letty was behaving was a little too effusive. Especially as he was already counting the seconds until Miss Reeves left him in humiliated solitary peace.
‘Tea would be lovely,’ she said, flicking her eyes towards his briefly as she arranged her bottom on a chair. Jamie could still remember the feel of it in his hands. Firm. Rounded. Womanly. Which of course made him think about the incongruous garters again. ‘I came to check on Captain Warriner’s recovery. Because of my own lack of judgement, he was injured yesterday.’
Jamie stared straight ahead, but could feel Letty’s eyes boring into him. ‘Really? Jamie made no mention of an injury. Come to mention it, he also made no mention of the accident which must have led to the injury. All I know is what I have just been told. You were apparently stuck in a tree, Miss Reeves, and my brother-in-law tried and failed to get you down.’
She put unnecessary emphasis on the words brother-in-law, clearly making a point to their guest. A point which made Jamie uncomfortable.
He is single, in case you were wondering, Miss Reeves, and desperately in want of a wife. Try to ignore the fact he is lame, futureless and has the potential to kill if the mood takes him.
Miss Reeves blushed like a beetroot, a beetroot with distracting freckles on her dainty button of a nose, and wore a pained expression. ‘Captain Warriner climbed the apple tree to save me, but I fidgeted too much and the branch snapped. I am afraid we both fell to the ground. The poor captain absorbed the brunt of the impact.’
An understatement. His ribs had damn near snapped in half.
Letty was grinning like an idiot. ‘You fell on top of him? In the orchard?’ And like a nodcock he just happened to be painting the same blasted orchard and things looked so much more beautiful through his stupid eyes.
Miss Reeves nodded. ‘I feel awful about it.’
For his own sake, now was the opportune time to intervene, before Letty started to matchmake in earnest. ‘As you can see, I am in fine fettle, Miss Reeves. You needn’t have troubled yourself by coming all this way to see the evidence for yourself.’ His sister-in-law shot him a pointed glance for his rudeness, but Jamie was unrepentant. The last thing he needed was Letty reading more into his choice of painting than he was comfortable with her knowing. Miss Reeves’s fine eyes swivelled towards his leg, raised as always on a supportive footstool, and he inwardly cringed.
‘But I can see your leg is still injured, Captain Warriner, and that is completely my fault.’
She thought his infirmity was a temporary affliction, and as tempting as it was to go along with the fantasy, his innate sense of futility kicked in. ‘This is Napoleon’s fault, Miss Reeves. Not yours.’
Now, please go away, woman!
‘Indirectly. It was his guns which fired the musket balls.’
Her voice came out a little high-pitched and he simply nodded. He had no intention of telling her how they had had to dig three of the blighters out of his thigh while he was still conscious and he’d very nearly lost the whole leg, as well as his life, to infection afterwards. She blinked rapidly and Jamie could see her imagination filling in the blanks, those long lashes fluttering like butterflies as she did so.
Somehow that made it worse. Pretty and pity made him feel less of a man than he usually did. However, under the circumstances, it was probably best to divulge the horrible truth and suffer her pity rather than give Letty false hope that this delightful armful of woman might enter into a romance with a dangerous invalid. ‘They left me crippled, Miss Reeves.’ And cripples were not attractive. Especially not to freckle-faced fertility goddesses with positively sinful hair and saucy garters.
Cassie had no idea how to respond to such a statement. Part of her was sorry he had suffered, another part of her was hugely relieved not to have been the cause of his injury and a bigger part of her kept remembering how very big, solid and manly his body had been sprawled beneath hers. Just thinking about it made her feel all warm and those deliciously sinful sapphire eyes were not helping. Once again those exuberant passions she was trying her hardest to suppress jumped to the fore. Fortunately, the arrival of the tea tray meant she did not have to respond and had a perfectly reasonable excuse for removing her bonnet before she began to perspire from her wayward, wicked thoughts.
‘Do you take sugar, Miss Reeves?’
‘Just one, please, Mrs…er…my lady.’
The pretty blonde woman giggled. ‘To be honest, it confuses me, too. Perhaps we should simply dispense with the formalities. Why don’t you call me Letty?’
‘In that case, please feel free to call me Cassie.’ She risked peeking at Captain Galahad, but he made no move to invite her to call him anything familiar. In fact, he looked quite irritated at her continued presence. His gorgeous eyes were distinctly narrowed, which made her babble. ‘I am new to the area. My father has recently been appointed the vicar of this parish. We live at the vicarage.’ A completely ridiculous clarification only an idiot would make. It would probably be sensible to stop babbling nonsense and wait to be asked a question. Unfortunately, once her nerves got the better of her, Cassie’s mouth had a habit of running away with itself. ‘I couldn’t help noticing you are going to have a baby.’ Was it polite to mention such things?
Whether it was or it wasn’t, her hostess smiled and Cassie watched in wonder as the young woman’s hand automatically went to her protruding stomach lovingly. ‘Yes, indeed. But not until the autumn. I appear to have got very fat very quickly.’ She handed Cassie her tea. ‘Are you engaged to be married, Miss Reeves, or is there an ardent suitor on the cusp of proposing to you in the near future?’
A very sore point.
Cassie’s odd personality, off-putting exuberance, unfortunate freckles combined with her father’s ferocious temperament had all proved to be highly effective deterrents to the male sex. ‘No to both questions, I’m afraid.’
I am doomed to sit on the shelf and gather dust; I only hope it is sturdy enough and wide enough to bear my weight.
‘Well, I am sure it won’t be long before some lucky gentleman snaps you up—you are uncommonly pretty, Miss Reeves. Isn’t that right, Jamie?’
Captain Galahad grunted and appeared very bored. Clearly he disagreed. He was sipping his tea and practically glaring at her over the rim of the ridiculously delicate cup in his large, manly hand. Or perhaps he was glaring at his sister-in-law for asking him such an impertinent question? It was quite difficult to tell.
A Warriner to Rescue Her cam be Pre-ordered at Amazon
As you would have guessed from the Amazing Excerpt “A Warriner to Rescue Her” follows second brother; war hero Jamie as he tries to get on with his life after being severely wounded in battle. Jamie is an accomplished artist and it is through his art that he really comes into his own. On meeting Cassie, the new vicar’s daughter who like Jamie comes into her own through her stories, they come together to create a book, in a very Beatrix Potter way. Cassie writes the story about talking animals, no less and Jamie creates the glorious pictures and soon through their shared love of this venture they begin to heal each other. Which leads nicely into the next part of our Celebration The lady, who is the inspiration to Cassie and Jamie’s book; Beatrix Potter….
A Lady who Inspired….
Beatrix Potter was a childhood heroine of mine, she inspired children, young girls especially, to go out there and pursue their dreams, just like she did. Beatrix was a kind-hearted, intelligent and wonderful woman who could see the beauty in the most ordinary, everyday things. Her gift for creating these lovable tales is extraordinary but that isn’t all she achieved, her legacy will be her love and respect for the wild and all its creatures.
Beatrix wrote and illustrated 28 children’s books that to this day are loved by children all over the world, they have been translated into over 35 languages.
She was originally from Kensington, London born 28th July 1866 to a Rupert and Helen Potter, but her heart was and always would be in the country; such as Scotland and the Lake District. She was the eldest of two, her little brother Bertram were very close and they shared a love of animals and nature. As Bertram was really the only childhood friend she had while growing up, once he was sent off to school Beatrix was very lonely and it was at these times that her artistic talents and astonishing imagination really took root and started her off down the path she took and why and how she became the inspiring woman she became.
Like all girls growing up during the Victorian era, Beatrix was restricted in her activities, she rarely spent much time with her parents and other than her brother her main source of companionship was various governesses who were brought in to educate young Beatrix, because of her extraordinary talent she was encouraged to pursue her love of art. She created astonishingly accurate drawings of fungi and insects and her beloved pet rabbit Benjamin Bouncer.
Throughout her twenties, after years of observation and studies she developed into a keen and talented naturalist and she wrote her first paper called “On the Germination of the Spores of Agaricineae” all about how fungi spores reproduced but was rejected by William Thiselton-Dyer, director of the Royal Botanical Gardens. She refused to give up and carried on with her research and a year later George Massee, a fungi expert who worked at the Kew gardens, agreed to present her paper to the Linnean Society of London as women weren’t allowed to at the time.
Way before becoming the published author we know her to be, Beatrix created illustrated post cards depicting scenes from her favourite stories such as Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland for the publisher Hildesheimer & Faulkner. Many more illustrations and verses followed, this cemented her desire to Publish her own stories.
In 1901 after being rejected by many publishers Beatrix decided to print and Publish The Tale of Peter Rabbit herself, she initially printed 250 copies and sent them to friends and family. The book was an instant success and the publishers Frederick Warne & Co., who had previously turned it down, reconsidered and offered to publish as long as Beatrix illustrated in colour. On publishing in October 1902 the book was an instant hit.
But she wasn’t just a one hit wonder she created many more books that were instant successes, she started exploring more creative pursuits, she created her own Peter Rabbit doll and in 1903 she registered it at the patent office making Peter Rabbit the world’s oldest licensed literary character. Beatrix dabbled in other merchandise such as tea sets. Slippers, she invented The Peter Rabbit board game in 1904. She also published Peter Rabbit and Jemima Puddle Duck painting books.
She met her soul mate in her editor, Norman Warne but unfortunately after a long courtship Norman died of Leukaemia just a month after his proposal of marriage. To recover from his passing Beatrix took to the Lake District, which was her sanctuary a place she could grieve and be herself in peace and it was a place where she spent the majority of the rest of her life.
She loved the area and the people and just the way of life so much she bought fifteen farms and took a very hands on approach to caring for them. She was known to helping with the haymaking, wading through mud to unblock drains or dressed in tweed searching the hills for lost sheep. She was at her utmost happiest when she was tending to her animals.
Beatrix became the first woman elected President of the Herdwick Sheep Breeders Association in 1943 and in the same year Beatrix sadly passed away, leaving her fifteen farms and over four thousand acres to The National Trust.
For me Beatrix was an astonishing woman, she pushed the boundaries of what women could do in the time and she never gave in. She was a force to be reckoned with and she brought so much joy and happiness into the world, her legacy is of her love of nature and these wonderful stories that are still loved to this day. She had her heart breaks and it was in those times that she showed again and again just how much strength she had.
I promised at the beginning of the post that we have a doozy of a giveaway and here it is. Virginia has generously put together a Warriner/Beatrix Potter Gift set which includes…
• A signed copy of A Warriner to Rescue her.
• Virginia Heath Bookmarks.
• Beatrix Potter Adult Colouring Book.
• Horses Adult Colouring Book.
• A Pack of Fancy Steadler Norris Colouring Pencils.
So, to be in for a chance of winning this incredible Gift set then all you have to do is tell me : Who is your favourite Beatrix Potter Character? That’s it simple!
Revised Giveaway Entrant Rules : I have had a it pointed out to me that those who don’t have a wordpress account are having difficulties commenting, so I have adjusted how you all can enter – You can either comment below, or you can leave your answer on the original Giveaway Post on the Chick’s Rogues and Scandals Facebook page. Link – HERE
The Giveaway is open Internationally. The closing date is Tuesday 27th June at 6pm GMT. The winner will be drawn at random after the closing date and will be notified shortly after.
I am very happy to welcome Award Winning, Historical and Contemporary Romance author Sara Portman to Chicks Rogues and Scandals. So take a seat and let’s get to know a bit about Sara….
Sara Portman is an award-winning author of historical romance. Her debut novel, THE REUNION, was named the 2015 winner in the Historical Category of the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® contest.
A daughter of the Midwest, Sara was born in Illinois, grew up in Michigan, and currently lives in Ohio. In addition to her writing endeavors, Sara is a wife and mother in a large, blended family.
When not reading or dreaming up romantic fiction, Sara works in corporate finance by day and holds a B.B.A. in Accounting from the University of Toledo. As part of her academic experience, Sara spent a semester in London, UK through a study abroad program at Richmond College. Her anglophile tendencies continue today.
Frankie Reviews : Hi Sara, Welcome to Chicks, Rogues and Scandals! Thank you for taking the time to chat with me today. Firstly, what five words would you use to describe yourself?
Sara : Hello, I’m glad to be here! I would say the five words that would sum me up for a stranger are: introverted, analytical, daydreamer, worrier, and pragmatic. Boy, I sound like a barrel of monkeys, don’t I!
Frankie Reviews : LOL! If you could live in any era and place, when and where would it be? And why?
Sara: Good question! I would probably live in our current era because I have grown accustomed to things like mobile phones and ibuprofen, but if I could relocate anywhere it would be London. I lived there briefly during college and have been back a few times. I feel oddly at home there, considering I’m a Midwestern girl.
Frankie Reviews : That is interesting! Who was your childhood hero?
Sara : That is a tough question. I don’t know that I had much of anyone specific that I idolized growing up. In movies and television, I wanted to be that strong girl who kicked a## in the corporate world, like Melanie Griffith in Working Girl. Now I’m in the corporate world and I daydream about chucking it all to write full-time!
Frankie Reviews : What is your favourite time of the year?
Sara : Undeniably autumn. I love the chill in the air that lets me pull out all my comfy blankets and sweaters and I love returning to all of the cold-weather food, like roasts and soups and stews. Oh, and pumpkin. I love pumpkin everything—bread, pancakes, pie, soup. I’m just not a fan of pumpkin lattes. I can’t get behind those.
Sara : I think Lucy, the heroine in my second novel, is the most like me, but for that reason, I will say Emma, the heroine of my first novel. Emma is willing to say out loud some of the things that I would keep bottled up, or wouldn’t think to say until the moment had passed. (refer to question #1) She doesn’t shy away from a little well-deserved snark on occasion, which is fun.
Frankie Reviews: Where does your inspiration for your books come from?
Sara : The seed for most of my stories starts as a conversation in my head. It’s just a single conversation—usually the meet cute—and I build from there. I start thinking, why would he be asking her that? Why was she there in the first place? I build the back story to understand how they each got to that moment, that conversation, then take the story forward.
Frankie Reviews : What three tips would you pass on to an aspiring author?
Sara : #1 Get into a writers’ group. I delayed too long in doing this. Being a member of Romance Writers of America, both nationally and at the chapter level, has been invaluable. The resources and support of this organization cannot be overstated.
#2 Get some feedback. I know some of the constructive criticism I received at the beginning was tough to hear, but a lot of it was valid. And the praise that accompanied it was very important in driving me to keep working.
#3 Make connections. I don’t necessarily mean networking connections, although that certainly can help. I have made real friendships within the writing community and their support has meant more to my career than I could begin to explain. Authors are super nice. Really. Give us a try.
Frankie Reviews : If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, from any era)
Sara : This is a surprisingly tough question for me because making dinner conversation with three strangers—even interesting strangers—seems a daunting prospect. (Again, refer to question #1). If I were going to get through it, I would need some comic relief. Kate McKinnon could definitely keep me cracking up. I think inviting a book boyfriend sounds like fun too. Matthew Farrell from Judith McNaught’s Paradise is one of my all-time favorite heroes. He’s so alpha, but we know why and we love him for it. Lastly, I’d have to say Queen Elizabeth I. She’d be considered a strong and independent woman by today’s standards. She was certainly a phenomenon in her own time. She’s an inspirational woman and, beyond that, wouldn’t you love to really know how she was as a person?
Frankie Reviews : Now that would be an interesting dinner party! Thank you, Sara for taking the time out of your busy schedule to chat with me today, I have just one more cheeky question, just for fun . . . What is your all-time favourite naughty but nice food?
Sara : Oh, that’s simple. Cheese. Cheese of any kind. Mild, strong, soft, hard. I could skip all the rest and make every meal a never-ending cheese course. With a baguette, obviously.
Frankie Reviews : Mmmm!! Thank you Sara.
Publisher: Kensington, Lyrical Press
Publication date: 09/26/2017
Series: Brides of Beadwell, #1
An inconvenient engagement turns a marriage of convenience into so much more in this sparkling new series from award-winning author Sara Portman . . .
Lady Emmaline Shaw’s reputation was irreparably damaged when her fiancé, John Brantwood, disappeared immediately after their engagement four years ago. Since then, she’s grown from a shy, uncertain girl to a woman who knows her own mind. And what she knows is that London society holds nothing for her.
Rumor has it that John ran off to war and died in battle. Now, as the new Duke of Worley, his shocking resurrection throws the ton into a tizzy and makes him one of England’s most sought after bachelors—except that he’s already engaged.
John needs a wife capable of smoothing his beloved sister’s introduction into society. But though Emma happily grants him his freedom, her fiery beauty and resilient spirit hold him captive. In fact, John has no intention of letting her go. Her fate is now in his hands, but will her heart be safe there?
THE REUNION is the winner of the 2015 Golden Heart® Award from Romance Writers of America® More information about the Golden Heart and RWA are available at http://www.rwa.org.
Additional Books in the Brides of Beadwell Series:
THE OFFER, Available October 24, 2017
THE CHASE, Available November 21, 2017
Sara accepting her Golden Heart® Award in 2015 with bestselling author Stephanie Laurens and RITA Award winner Meredith Duran.
For more information about Sara and her work, then check out the Pink Links below. Sara can be reached at email@example.com or via social media, inquiries should be directed to Meredith Bernstein at Meredith Bernstein Literary Agency, Inc.
Sara is hosting a Giveaway over at Amazon.com, to be in for a chance to win a Kindle Edition of The Girl With The Make-Believe Husband (A Bridgertons Prequel) by Julia Quinn, then click HERE.
*Giveaway terms : No Purchase Necessary, Giveaway ends June 5th 2017 at 11:59pm PDT, or when all prizes have been claimed. Open to resident’s of the US only. Official Amazon Giveaway terms can be read HERE.
I have the great pleasure of chatting with the USA Best Selling Author and all round lovely lady; Vanessa Kelly today. So take a seat and let’s get to know a little a bit about Vanessa…
Vanessa Kelly is a USA Today Bestselling, award-winning author who was named by Booklist, the review journal of the American Library Association, as one of the “New Stars of Historical Romance.” Her Regency-set historical romances have been nominated for awards in a number of contests, and her second book, Sex and The Single Earl, won the prestigious Maggie Medallion for Best Historical Romance.
Vanessa’s previous series, The Renegade Royals, was a national bestseller. She is currently writing a new spin-off series called The Improper Princesses. My Fair Princess, book 1, was named a Goodreads Romance of the Month and is a BookScan bestseller.
Vanessa spends most of the year in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband.
Reading Chick : Hi Vanessa, Welcome to Chicks, Rogues and Scandals! Thank you for taking the time to chat with me today, Firstly what five words would you use to describe yourself?
Vanessa : Hi, Frankie! Thanks for having me on your blog. Okay, this is a surprisingly tough question, but here goes: wife, stepmother, reader, writer, Anglophile.
Reading Chick : If you could live in any era and place, When and where would it be? And Why?
Vanessa : I would choose our current era, because I’m a huge fan of antibiotics and modern hygiene. LOL! But if I could travel back in time without any health or safety consequences (I probably should have included wimp in my five words), I would, of course, love to visit Regency England. I’m also fascinated by imperial Rome and ancient Egypt, so I would probably fire up my good, old-time machine to visit those places, too. The history of those cultures is vibrant and amazing, and I’d really like to get a peek.
Vanessa : I loved Peter Pan and also Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Both adventurers who longed to return home.
Reading Chick : Awww! How sweet. What is your favourite time of the year?
Vanessa : I love autumn. The return of crisp, cool weather, and the beautiful colors of the changing season. Plus, that’s when my birthday is. LOL!
Reading Chick : Out of all your work, who is your favourite character and why?
Vanessa : I think I have to pick both male and female. My favorite female character is Gillian Dryden, the kickass heroine of MY FAIR PRINCESS. She’s a total sweetheart but she’s also pretty tough—and very funny. My favorite male character is Griffin Steele from CONFESSIONS OF A ROYAL BRIDEGROOM. He’s a classic, sexy bad boy with a heart of gold. By an odd coincidence, Griffin and Gillian are siblings!
Reading Chick : Where doe’s your inspiration for your books come from?
Vanessa : Lots of places—books, movies, TV shows, and also from history books. I get a lot of ideas from reading the history and literature of the Regency period.
Reading Chick : What three tip’s would you pass on to an aspiring author?
Vanessa : If you’re really serious about writing: read a lot (including craft books), write a lot, and learn to persevere against all odds.
Reading Chick : Fabulous! If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, from any era)
Vanessa : I would invite Jane Austen, Elizabeth Bennett, and Mary Stewart, to start. I bet they would all get along exceedingly well, too! Three bright, witty women who knew a lot about life and love.
Reading Chick : That sounds like a great dinner party. Thank you, Vanessa for taking the time out of your busy schedule to chat with me today, I have just one more cheeky question, just for fun . . . What is your all-time favourite naughty but nice food?
Vanessa: Chocolate cake. Or chocolate chip pancakes with lots of maple syrup!
Reading Chick : Yummy! Thank you, Vanessa.
If you want to learn more about Vanessa and her work then check out the links below.
We have a printed copy of My Fair Princess, book 1 in The Improper Princesses Series, up for grabs in our giveaway. To be in for a chance to win this amazing prize just leave a comment. That’s it, simple as pie!
Despite being the illegitimate daughter of a prince, Gillian Dryden is happily ignorant of all social graces. After growing up wild in Italy, Gillian has been ordered home to England to find a suitable husband. And Charles Valentine Penley, the excessively proper, distractingly handsome Duke of Leverton, has agreed to help transform her from a willful tomboy to a blushing debutante.
Powerful and sophisticated, Charles can make or break reputations with a well-placed word. But his new protégée, with her habit of hunting bandits and punching earls, is a walking scandal. The ton is aghast . . . but Charles is thoroughly intrigued. Tasked with taking the hoyden in hand, he longs to take her in his arms instead. Can such an outrageous attraction possibly lead to a fairytale ending?
The giveaway closes on 5th April a Midnight; GMT and the winner will be announced soon after. Giveaway is open internationally, so everyone is welcome. The winner’s name will be published in a congratulatory winners post.
I have been a huge Elizabeth Hoyt fan for many years, and I was over the moon when Elizabeth decided to take part in my A Chat With segment of Chick’s Rogues and Scandals, unfortunately due to schedules over lapping and various work commitments this Interview got pushed back from It’s original posting time slot in 2016. So here it is, my exclusive interview with bestselling author Elizabeth Hoyt plus a very special giveaway.
New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of historical romance, including reader favorite, The Raven Prince. Elizabeth was born in New Orleans but grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota. Elizabeth has a BA in anthropology from the University of Wisconsin at Madison and, as a result of having no clue what to do with her life thereafter, a career history as a barista, a (terrible) sales clerk, a Wisconsin Revenue Service data entry slave, and an archeological field work grunt. Fortunately, Elizabeth married relatively young and produced two children who kept her busy until her mid-thirties. At about this time, when, Elizabeth’s mother hinted that perhaps Elizabeth should get a Real Job. Sadly, Elizabeth was so delusional she thought writing a romance novel might qualify as a Real Job. But! Five years later, to everyone’s surprise, she actually sold that romance novel – The raven prince – and began a rather successful career as a Romance Novelist. This was most fortunate since Elizabeth is singularly unqualified to do anything else but Make Up Stories. Since then Elizabeth has written over twenty books to critical acclaim including three contemporaries under the pen name Julia Harper. Elizabeth lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota with three dogs, a garden in constant need of weeding, and the ever faithful Mr. Hoyt.
Reading Chick : Hi Elizabeth, Welcome to Chicks Rogues and Scandals, Thank you for taking the time to a chat with me today. Book ten the Maiden Lane Series, Duke of Sin is incredible; the way you turned Valentine around from the evil, notorious blackmailer to the more human and very likable rake is amazing, my question is; how did you manage to turn around such a character?
Elizabeth : Thank you! I tried to give a lot of background to Val’s story so that the reader can understand why he is the way he is. That, I think, goes a long way to helping make a character more sympathetic.
Reading Chick : I have said in previous reviews on my blog that my favorite character in Maiden Lane is “Charmin” Mickey O’Connor, do you have a favorite character? and if so who?
Elizabeth : Val—just because he was a lot of fun to write. 😉
Reading Chick : I am so pleased that the Ghost of St.Giles is going to make an appearance in your next book; Duke of Pleasure, are we going to be seeing more of the Ghost in future work?
Elizabeth : Well certainly in Duke of Pleasure! But after that book I think I’ll be retiring the Ghost.
Reading Chick : There is such a wide range of characters in your books from the mild-mannered Winter to the Villainous Valentine, which sort’s of character’s do you enjoy writing most?
Elizabeth : I enjoy them all. 😉 Val was actually one of the easiest characters to write—the over-the-top characters often do flow more easily than the subtler ones. But I like writing a wide variety of characters. It keeps me fresh and interested as a writer and hopefully it keeps my readers equally interested.
Reading Chick : The Lords of Chaos, are horrendous! Where did the idea for them come from?
Elizabeth : Current events. There have been several cases lately in the news here and in the UK of pedophiles in positions of power who have banded together to prey on victims. I simply took the old idea of a Hellfire Club and made it several degrees more horrific.
Reading Chick : Lazarus; Lord Caire is such intriguing character and now that we know that Bridget is his half-sister are we going to see how their new relationship grows?
Elizabeth : I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that in the upcoming books, but I hope I can at least do a bonus epilogue on my website. Several readers have said they’d like one. 😉
Reading Chick : One of the things that I love about the Maiden Lane series, is that the lead characters are from all different sides of society, from the highest aristocracy to the most humble servants. My question is how do you decide who is going to make a starring role and who is going to be an interesting extra?
Elizabeth : Usually I’ve decided that a character will be a hero or heroine before I introduce them in the series, but once in a while a character pops up who is so interesting I can’t resist giving them their own book. That’s the case with Alf—she’ll be the heroine of Duke of Pleasure out this November 29th.
Reading Chick : Valentine is such a flamboyant and charismatic character, pairing him up with Bridget was a stroke or pure genius, where did the idea to put these two together come from?
Elizabeth : I try to find characters that will challenge each other. Val is very strong and very sure of himself so he needed an equally strong heroine. But Bridget also had to be morally upright to counter his moral ambiguity—she tests him and everything he thinks he stands for.
Reading Chick : Finally! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your very busy schedule to chat with me. I have just one more little question. I see so much more to Bridget’s and Valentine’s story then where Duke of Sin finished, as you have done with the other couples in the series are we going to occasionally get a glimpse of how these two are doing?
Elizabeth : Weeelll I have been thinking about doing a freebie Christmas special soon. 😉
Thank you so much Elizabeth, it’s been a pleasure having you chat with me.
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IN THE ARMS OF DANGER
Bold. Brave. Brutally handsome. Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, is the king’s secret weapon. Sent to defeat the notorious Lords of Chaos, he is ambushed in a London alley—and rescued by an unlikely ally: a masked stranger with the unmistakable curves of a woman.
IN THE HEAT OF DESIRE
Cocky. Clever. Courageously independent. Alf has survived on the perilous streets of St. Giles by disguising her sex. By day she is a boy, dealing in information and secrets. By night she’s the notorious Ghost of St. Giles, a masked vigilante. But as she saves Hugh from assassins, she finds herself succumbing to temptation.
ONE KISS WILL CHANGE THEIR LIVES FOREVER
When Hugh hires Alf to investigate the Lords of Chaos, her worlds collide. Once Hugh realizes that the boy and the Ghost are the same, will Alf find the courage to become the woman she needs to be—before the Lords of Chaos destroy them both?
Closing date is midnight 21st March, The winner will be chosen at random, Winners name will be posted in a special celebratory post shortly after the closing date. The giveaway is open internationally so everyone is welcome. Good luck!
For A Chat With. . . I am very happy to welcome award winning author Tarah Scott to Chicks Rogues and Scandals, so take a seat get a cup of tea and lets get to know a bit about the lovely Tarah.
Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth onauthors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, andAmanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, andparanormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.
The Reading Chick : Hi Tarah, Welcome to Chicks, Rogues and Scandals, Thank you for taking the time to chat with me today, Firstly what five word’s would you use to describe yourself?
Tarah : Five words that best describe me… Determined, Joker, Curious, Adventurous, Serious
Reading Chick : Very Nice. If you could live in any era and place, When and where would it be? And Why?
Tarah : I would love to visit medieval Scotland, but living in that era would be tough. If I could live anywhere, it would be Victorian Scotland. It’s just modern enough so that we don’t have to worry about being run through with a sword—at least on a daily basis—and old enough to get a good look at life in a time very different than ours.
Reading Chick : Oooh! that’s a good one, Who was your childhood hero?
Tarah : Wonder Woman. (Anyone who knows me isn’t surprised.)
Reading Chick : Wonder Woman, I like that, OK on we go. What is your favorite time of the year?
Tarah : That’s a tough question. I actually like all the seasons very much. I must admit, I do like the Christmas holiday. The lights, the fun parties. I just ignore the commercialization.
Reading Chick : I do like to mix a few hard ones in to keep the little grey cells active *Grin* Out of all your work, who is your favorite character and why?
Tarah : My favorite characters are always the ones I’m currently working on. I will admit to a particular affinity for the heroine in Seduced. She’s a Mississippi Deputy Sheriff. Very cheeky, but confident.
Reading Chick : Your book’s are incredible, where doe’s your inspiration for them come from?
Tarah : My inspiration literally comes from the world at large. I can get an idea from a movie, a song, a headline, something someone says to me. The world is my oyster!
Reading Chick : Very Interesting, What three tip’s would you pass on to an aspiring author?
Tarah : Write, a lot. Write more. Write more. Read. Write more. Find three people who will be honest with you and let them read your work. Then seriously consider their feedback. Then write more. Read more. Then write a whole lot more.
Reading Chick : Those are some fabulous tips Tarah Thank you, If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, dead or alive)
Tarah : Charles Dickens, Wonder Woman, and Captain Kirk. (Bet you didn’t see that last one coming!)
Reading Chick : That is one very interesting guest list and very surprising Tarah, thank you for sharing.Thank you again for taking the time out of your busy schedule to chat with me today Tarah, I have just one more cheeky question, just for fun. . .What is your all time favorite naughty but nice food?
Tarah : One of my all time favorite naughty but nice foods is oysters. Chocolate is right up there, as well.
Reading Chick : Oooh Very posh, Thank you Tarah.
Tarah : Thanks so much for having me on Chicks, Rogues and Scandals!
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Read on for two excerpt’s from Tarah’s book’s Claimed and To Tame a Highland Earl
Sometimes the hero must be the villain… Fourteen months ago, Lady Rhoslyn lost her husband and infantson to a fever. Now, by order of King Edward I, she is yankedfrom the healing tranquility of a convent to marry the king’sfavored bastard knight. Rhoslyn has no intention of returning tothe home where her husband and child died. Neither does sheintend to hand over her fortune to the ‘Dragon’—no matter hissweet promises and warm kisses. Talbot St. Claire tires of war. Seventeen years is enough. KingEdward will never release him from service, but the kingpromises Talbot will find some peace in front of his own hearth.Talbot expects to find a horse-faced, hostile woman in theScottish heiress Edward commands him to marry. Instead, hediscovers a fiery Highland beauty worthy of a man’s respect…andlove. Talbot determines to do anything to win his new bride’sacceptance. Anything except the one thing she demands: betrayhis king and embrace his Scottish heritage.
“You have made yourself comfortable in my home,” she said.
“My home,” he replied. Anger knotted her stomach. “King Edward is not a priest, and our marriage hasno’ been ofciated or consummated.” Sweet Jesus, she must sound like a madwoman.
He straightened. “You are right.” He reached her side in three steps. She was forced to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. He grasped her arm, but she pulled free and retreated a step.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you plan to stay here the night?” he asked. She glanced at the chest. “Never mind the chest,” he said. “We will lock the door when we leave.”He didn’t wait for an answer, but grasped her arm again and drew her toward the door.
She wanted to protest, wanted to return the small chest to its hiding place—more than anything, she wanted to grab the dagger from the larger chest—but wants would not help her at this moment. He stepped into the hallway, then pulled the door shut and waited. She lifted her chin. “You must have a key. Lock the door yourself.”He shrugged.
Rhoslyn cried out when he pulled her against his side. “What are ye doing?”
“I have no wish to be conked over the head or stabbed in the back while I lock the door.” His tone was mild as he opened his palm to reveal the key he’d been holding.
“For pity’s sake, release me,” she said. “I dinna’ plan to kill you by stabbing ye in the back.” His arm tightened around her waist as he inserted the key and she was suddenly aware of his fingers pressing into her stomach and her arm wedged against the hard muscle of his chest. Her heart picked up speed. He turned the key in the lock and his fingers flexed when he withdrew the key and straightened.
“So you intend to look me in the eye when you kill me?” he asked.
“Aye,” she replied. He drew her down the short corridor without loosening his hold.
“I am gratifedmy wife has some honor.”
“I am no’ your wife.””Aye, you are.” They reached the stairs and he urged her up ahead of him.
In the kitchen, he grasped her arm and led her into the great hall. Men stood in half a dozen clustersabout the room. Rhoslyn caught sight of a priest sitting with his back to them at the table nearest the hearth.
“Why is Father Crey here?” she demanded, but knew the answer.
Her headwhirled. What was she going to do? How could she stop this? Could she stop this?
“Were ye no’ on your way to help my grandfather?”
“Then how can we have a wedding?” He looked down at her.
“Even by your Scottish law we are already wed. I am willing to say the vows simply to please you.” Rhoslyn understood.
“Ye will help my grandfather only if I say the vows. Along with being a murderer and kidnapper, you are an extortionist.”
“You forgot thief,” he said.
“I have forgotten nothing.” They neared the priest and he rose.
“I will help Seward because he is your grandfather. Is that not enough?” St. Claire asked.
“And if I do no’ say the vows?” He shrugged and she wanted to scream. “Then you can await me in my bedchambers until I return—or your bedchambers. I imagine there is no secret passageway in the lady’s room as thereis in my chambers. I will bring your grandfather back with me and then come to you.” Rhoslyn stared openmouthed.
“Fear not, lady. I am not so uncouth as to come to your bed straight from the battlefield. I promise to bathe first.”
To Tame a Highland Earl
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A man torn between two worlds. Both needhim…neither wants him. Groomed for a life amongst the Englisharistocracy, Lord Erroll Rushton is unexpectedlythrust back into his father’s Scottish worldwhen the Englishwoman he compromisesrefuses to marry him.No gentleman breaks into a lady’sbedchamber…but then, no lady sleeps with apistol under her pillow. Miss Eve Crenshaw will marry for love or won’t marry at all.When London’s most notorious rakehell breaks into herbedchamber in the dead of night and compromises her beyondrepair, Eve plans a daring escape that shocks even the Earl. To Tame a Highland Earl
March 1807, Manchester, England
If ever a woman deserved to be shot, it was Miss Crenshaw. But dawn appointments weren’t meant for the weaker sex. Weaker sex. The lady was anything but weak, which is why Erroll intended to thro”le her.
Erroll laid a shilling in the innkeeper’s palm.”You understand the need for discretion.”
“Indeed, I do, my lord,” the man replied. “Your betrothed’s reputation is safe with me.” Erroll managed to maintain a bland expression as the innkeeper handed him the key to the lady’s room.
So news of his impending nuptuals had sped from Coventry to Manchester even quicker than he had—which meant London society would hear the news by morning light and the story would cross the borderto Edinburgh just as quickly. Which of the gossip mongers had he to thank for that?
He was grateful to the heavenly powers that his mother had remained in Scotland and not accompanied his father to England this month. God help him if she got wind of this entanglement before he had a chance to extricate himself from the tenacious claw of the husband-hunting wench.
“A beautiful woman is hard to resist,” the innkeeper said.
“Indeed,” Erroll murmured, glad the man had interrupted the mental picture of his mother ousting the deceitful huntress in her wedding dress. No bachelor’s mother was more determined to see her son wed than Erroll’s own dear mamma, and since his return from the navy, his father had put his considerable weight behind her eforts.
He whirled toward the stairs, climbed to the second floor and made a left down the hall. At the third door on the left, he stopped. Erroll had endured his father’s hour-long diatribe that ended with the command to marry the woman who had accused him of compromising her—a woman he’d never laid eyes on—before he finally broke away to discover his accuser had fled Coventry.
The hard five hour ride to catch her before she reached her father’s estate would have been in vain if not for the fact a wheel on her carriage broke forty miles distance from Manchester.
This experience would teach him to dally with the women outside of London. Had he satisfied himself with the eligible ladies in Town—if those females could be called ladies—he wouldn’t have gone to Coventry and a “ended the damn house party that had go”en him into trouble.
The fact he’d spent a pleasurable hour with a lady in the hostess’ gardens had only served to put him in the very place his accuser said he’d been.
Erroll felt sure the cunning creature was well aware he’d been in the gardens, and therefore claimed to be the object of his attentions.
Erroll quietly unlocked the door, slipped into the darkened room, then eased the door shut and slipped the key into his pocket. Faint moonlight filtered in through thin curtains and outlined the sleeping figure in the bed. Erroll crept forward until he reached the bed. He braced a knee against the side of the mattress, then placed a hand on each side of the woman and brought his face to within an inch of hers.
She shivered in her sleep and lush breasts grazed his chest. He wondered how long it would be before she became aware a man was in her bed, then concluded that since she hadn’t awoken with a shriek she must be accustomed to having a man in her bed. He should ravish her as she’d said he had just for good measure. The thought froze at the pressure of a pistol jammed against his abdomen.
“I am a crack shot.” The feminine voice was steady—as was the hand holding the gun.
“But even the worst shot in Great Britain couldn’t miss.” The gun dug deeper into his belly.
“Move away.” Erroll considered. Her calm response to his presence almost made him think she’d expected him. “If I’m to be shot, I should at least commit the crime for which I’m accused.” The click of the pistol’s hammer being pulled back was his answer.
“I see you do not agree.” He straightened off the bed.
“Step back,” she ordered. He retreated two paces.”More.” He moved back another two paces.”I promise you, sir, my aim is as true at such short a distance as it was when you were an inch from my face. Back against the door.” Erroll complied.
A light click indicated she had released the hammer back into place. She rose, a small figure in the shadows, and picked up something from the night table.
The clink of glass was followed by the scrape of a match on wood, then light flared and he got his first look at the woman who claimed he had ravished away her innocence.
Dark brown eyes pinned him with a hard stare. Honey-brown hair tumbled down her shoulders. The top of her head was no higher than his chest. The muff pistol remained pointed at him as her attenton shifted to the lamp on the nightstand. She bent slightly and her full breasts strained against the nightgown as she lit the wick. His cock jerked and he couldn’t deny his good fortune in not having met her at Lady Baldwin’s party.
He very well might have fallen prey to her charms and been guilty of her accusations. She blew out the match and tossed it onto a metal tray, then took a step toward him.
The lamplight illuminated the outline of her body through the nightgown. The curves he discerned were fuller than were fashionable and the kind he’d sought without success. His cock began to lift. He might end up shot after all.
“You are no common housebreaker,” she said. “Who are you?” Erroll’s mind snapped to attention.
The wench didn’t recognize him. Fury doused his lust. He gave a mocking smile and bowed. “Lord Erroll Rushton, at your service.”
Shock registered on her face, then an answering 8re appeared in her eyes.
“I see we shall have to break you of the habit of entering a lady’s room uninvited.””You use the term lady too loosely.”
“That is the pot calling the kettle black.” He nearly laughed.”One would think a prospective groom could keep his cock in his pants with his wedding but two days hence,” she said.
“Three days,” Erroll corrected. That was how long it would take him to get the special license his father ordered him to procure. “Pray tell, what sort of lady carries a gun?” He didn’t ask what lady used the word ‘cock’ as easily as the word ‘groom?’ That was perhaps too obvious.
“The sort who knows what to expect of a man,” she replied.
“The very sort who understands a man might object to being forced into marriage?” he said.
She gave a derisive laugh. “You are a rakehell, sir.”
“I never denied being a rake, madam, but I am no liar.” She wasn’t what he’d expected. He’d been told this was to be her second season, but this woman was nodebutante and, given the way she unabashedly stood before him in her nightclothes, he would wager she was no virgin.
“Surely, you’re a little old for this game?” he drawled.
Her brow knit, but he detected no shame. She was too collected. But a level head—along with a liberal dose of nerve—is exactly what it took to accuse a complete stranger of compromising her.
“Did you really think you could get away with it?” she asked.The question startled him.
“Now who is the pot calling the kettle black?” he said. She shifted and Erroll could have sworn he discerned a dark patch between her legs. “A shame we met under these circumstances.” He flicked a glance at her breasts. “We could have been friends.” Her mouth thinned.
“By God, I really should shoot you.”
“Tut tut, love, not until the vows are said and I claim what is left of your virtue.”She drew in a sharp breath.”Your righteous anger is completely undone by the fact that you’re nearly naked.” Her mouth twisted in a derisive smile.
“Forgive me, my lord. Had I known you were coming, I would have dressed for the occasion.”
“You are impeccably dressed for the occasion.”
Did she have any idea how visible the contours of her body were with the lamplight behind her…or how her nipples pressed against her nightgown? She shifted, widening her stance slightly and his cock jerked harder.
Oh yes, the witch knew.
“I should send you to hell this instant,” she said.
He lifted a brow.
“The marriage vows will take care of that—had I any intentions of marrying.”
“My father will ensure that you do not escape this time.”
“That sounds as though you think I am getting what I deserve.”
“You do not deserve such a good and innocent wife.” Erroll laughed.
“Innocent? A woman who puts herself in such a position is no innocent.”
“How dare you?” she hissed.
“How dare I? I understand there were several suitors for the honorable Miss Crenshaw’s attentions at Lady Baldwin’s party. I wager none of them were as good a prospect as I, which is why you gambled that no one would notice if I was included on that list.” He didn’t miss the way her fingers flexed on the gun.”Everything I’ve heard about you is true,” she said. “You have no conscience.”
“In that we are alike. Should my father succeed in coercing me into marriage, I will make the worst sort of husband you can imagine. I will not settle down and sire an heir as he expects. Instead, I will send my wife to the family estate in Scotland while I go about my pleasures in London.”
“So the choice is desertion or ruination?”
“Be honest, the ruination was done long before you concocted this plan.”
“Plan?” she repeated. “I feel certain I can convince the magistrate of self-defense. After all, you broke into my room.”
“Think again.” Erroll reached into his pocket.
“Beware,” she said.
He slowly withdrew the key from his pocket and held it up.
“The innkeeper was very obliging. He feels nothing should stand in the way of true love.”She frowned, then comprehension cleared her expression.
“I should have guessed. You think you can browbeat me into helping you avoid the marriage vows. You, sir, are the worst sort of knave.”
“So we do understand one another.”
“You are a fool,” she muttered. He’d had enough.
“You are the fool if you believe I will marry you.”
“Marry me? What—”
Erroll started toward her. She took a faltering step backwards and he lunged. She gave a startled cry. He seized the hand holding the gun and shoved it upward in their tumble backwards. They landed on the bed, him on top of her. Her lush body yielded beneath his hard planes—his stifening cock in particular.
To his surprise, she didn’t struggle, but released the pistol. The weapon bounced off the mattress and struck the carpet with a thud.
“Is this how you described my having ravished you?” he demanded. Shock registered on her face. He blew out a frustrated breath. He’d come ready to battle the vixen and she was already crumbling. Moisture appeared in her eyes.
Ah, there it was.
She was simply moving onto another tactic.
“Lies, pistols, tears, and…” He moved suggestively against her breasts and felt the rigid nipples beneath his shirt. “Your arsenal of weapons is impressive, madam.””I tell you, mamma, I heard a scream.” A woman’s voice penetrated the door on the right wall. Erroll jerked his gaze in that direction as the door swung open. Two women stood in the doorway staring, one young—in her second season, he would guess—the other, the mamma the girl had addressed.
Erroll looked at the woman lying beneath him.
“I thought that was a closet.”