I can always tell if my life is out of balance when my closet and my laundry room are a mess. My desk, though, my desk is ALWAYS a mess, and I like it that way. Because I feel like balance is an inside out kind of thing. You can only be truly organized, balanced, […]
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Can your Romance Stand Alone? A Tribute to the Clean, Proper and Sweet. and compelling, gritty, tense, angst ridden, smart and fun. As a historical romance author of clean fiction, I get asked every so often, “Is there a market for clean romance?” When I tell them, most exuberantly YES! Many adults nod their heads […]
Read MoreComplicated: the best word to use when describing England’s change to greater democracy. What could they do, with the French Revolution so close at their heels? Fear dictated much of the lawmaking. At the forefront, they wished to avoid the terror from across the channel. Undercurrents of resistance to change, the noble class’s feelings of […]
Read MoreWhile researching for my first Regency romance, The Nobleman’s Daughter, I asked over and over, “But what about the poor people? Have they no rights? No recourse? Who is caring for them?” I had a wonderful story in mind highlighting the beautiful and wealthy elite–the plight of the poor mercilessly bumped it aside. So I […]
Read More“They seek him here. They seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him anywhere…” The Scarlet Pimpernel. A Tale of Two Cities. Les Miserables. I have a thing for the French Revolution. Where tragedy strikes, heroes rise. It always happens. When oppression grinds, freedom struggles against it. The human spirit beacons, like a fiery torch and […]
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Regency. If you love Regency, you really love it. If you haven’t read a true Regency Romance yet, find yourself one. Usually when we think of Regency, we think of Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, pretty dresses, handsome Lords, the marriage mart. Servants to follow you everywhere and respond to your every wish. Reading a […]
Read MoreOn my daughter’s Instagram, she wrote, “This world will remember us.” And I believe her. She is that kind of person. It begs to ask though, HOW do we go about remembering? Eight decades from now, when I am turning to dust, and her children are too, who is remembering? One of the greatest joys […]
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“Father.” Liz tried to reason with him. “His teeth protrude so far forward that he cannot even close his lips around them.” Not the largest of her concerns about his suitability, but one that surely her father would recognize. Chuckling while he glanced over the ledger on his desk, he responded, “Lizzy, Lizzy. Come now. […]
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