I wish to welcome anyone who would like to join this group for lovers of Regency
and Historical books.  Authors are welcome to post excerpts.  This group was
opened to support my blog
http://anneherriesregency.blogspot.com

I hope to run contests through the group or the blog and will put excerpts and
stories on the blog.

I would like to welcome all readers and authors who love Regency and historical
books.

I am so glad people want to be a member of this group.  Please feel free to post
whenever you wish.  Excerpts or chat.

I am delighted that my book ryan's son is in the main BS list at Red Rose
Publishing at number 1o - it came out yesterday.  It isn't a Regency but I was
pleased so wanted to tell my new group members.

I'll be telling you about some Regency stories soon.  I have just sent off the
synopses for a Romance/mystery trilogy to HMB - set in Regency times.  So
fingers crossed they like the idea

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From: Maggi Andersen

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Friday, November 06, 2009 10:03 PM

Subject: Re: [anneherries] Hi everyone

 

Hi Anne, It's nice to be here. I'm Australian.I write romantic suspense and historical romance. My Regency novel Rules of Conduct is coming out this month with Awe Struck Publishing.  Cheers,   Maggi Andersen http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com How To Tame A Rake http://www.fictionwise.com If You Dare Coming to Eternal Press in February 010 --- On Sat, 7/11/09, indsole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> wrote: From: indsole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> Subject: [anneherries] Hi everyone To: anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk Received: Saturday, 7 November, 2009, 3:48 AM   I am so glad people want to be a member of this group. Please feel free to post whenever you wish. Excerpts or chat. I am delighted that my book ryan's son is in the main BS list at Red Rose Publishing at number 1o - it came out yesterday. It isn't a Regency but I was pleased so wanted to tell my new group members. I'll be telling you about some Regency stories soon. I have just sent off the synopses for a Romance/mystery trilogy to HMB - set in Regency times. So fingers crossed they like the idea

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I am sure they are going to enjoy it very much.  J

Larena

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Sent: Friday, November 06, 2009 9:48 AM
To: anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk
Subject: [anneherries] Hi everyone

 

I am so glad people want to be a member of this group. Please feel free to post whenever you wish. Excerpts or chat.

I am delighted that my book ryan's son is in the main BS list at Red Rose Publishing at number 1o - it came out yesterday. It isn't a Regency but I was pleased so wanted to tell my new group members.

I'll be telling you about some Regency stories soon. I have just sent off the synopses for a Romance/mystery trilogy to HMB - set in Regency times. So fingers crossed they like the idea

Linda Banche

Regency romance--most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal

Lady of the Stars--4 stars from Romantic Times, Regency time travel available from The Wild Rose Press

Pumpkinnapper--Regency Halloween comedy, available from The Wild Rose Press

Website            Blog                 Myspace          Facebook         Twitter

Hi Anne and everyone,

I have just signed a contract for another Regency novella with Eternal Press! Here's an excerpt from another Regency, Love and War.

Love and War is available from http://www.fictionwise.com 

Regards,

Maggi Andersen

http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com 

Blurb: She couldn't accuse him of paying her Spanish coin! Gyles Devereux made it clear he had no wish to marry at all but was constrained by his circumstances. She could not be expected to keep refusing Lord Devereux, she thought crossly. She was only flesh and blood after all. What woman on earth could resist the pleas of a man such as Devereux? Rating: SENSUAL (Published: 2009)

PG Excerpt:

At her sister, Anne's, insistence Selena found herself at the Upper Assembly

rooms in Bath again the first Monday of the following month. It was crowded and she

danced every dance, but when she settled among the potted palms with a glass of

detestable Madeira that a young man had brought her, she admitted to herself she was

bored to distraction.

Her friend and companion on these occasions, Elsbeth, was away nursing a sick

relative and Selena had never been very good at small talk with bare acquaintances. She

loved to plunge into a brisk, political debate with someone of an opposite view, or

discuss the latest news of the Duke of Wellington's exploits in Spain, when news finally

reached them. She liked to be busy, washing the dogs or riding in the park, and was also

quite content to spend an afternoon reading a book that pushed the boundaries of her

knowledge. But to sit here and simper and curtsy and dance one interminable dance after

another was a bore. She was pondering the possibilities of declaring a headache and

retiring early, when a voice above her said, "Well, if it isn't Miss Selena Wakefield."

She knew that deep, amused voice before she looked up. She could scarcely raise

her head as her heart began to beat unnaturally fast.

"Lord Devereux," he said unnecessarily, as he bowed over her hand.

"I may not be in the first flush of youth, Lord Devereux, but there's nothing

wrong with my eyes or my memory."

"Indeed. You are remarkably well preserved. Not a gray hair to be seen, for

what, three and twenty?"

"Last Tuesday."

"Then please accept belated birthday wishes. May I join you?"

"Certainly."

He sat next to her on the small settee, his proximity making her heart beat faster.

"I didn't know you liked Madeira."

"I don't."

"Allow me to get you a glass of wine." He gestured to a waiter.

"I would be grateful, thank you."

He fixed her with a blue-eyed stare. "You are looking well."

"Thank you. And so do you." She wished her heart would slow a little from its

relentless pounding. He wore his golden hair long, tied with a black, velvet ribbon, while

other men wore theirs short and carefully windswept. It was like him to defy the popular

mode of dress. His black coat of superfine needed no padding at the shoulder, fitting

tightly around his slim waist. His waistcoat was also black, as were his satin breeches.

His cravat pin was his only adornment. He stood out in a crowd of glittering jaybirds, a

blond devil, no doubt secure in the knowledge that women would fall under his spell.

Realizing she was also on dangerous ground, Selena steeled herself to remain indifferent

to his charms, but her heart didn't seem to be listening.

"I don't like that pasty color on you, though," he said. "It's quite the wrong green

for you."

She drew a sharp breath as she smoothed the skirt of her white muslin gown,

woven and trimmed with pale green. "Oh?"

"I'm sorry, but you know I'm inclined to blunt speaking," he confessed, not

looking the slightest bit sorry. "You should wear a green that matches your eyes." He

touched the emerald pin glowing among the folds of his white cravat. "This green would

be perfect."

"I am as yet unmarried, Lord Devereux," she managed to splutter.

"Oh right. Insipid colors for the virginal," he said. A wicked gleam came into his

eyes. "I have an excellent plan that will take care of both these problems."

She gasped and looked around. "I refuse to listen to it, Lord Devereux. You are

not to be encouraged. You shall ruin my reputation. It doesn't matter about yours. It is

already lost."

"Come out onto the terrace where no one will hear us."

"I will most certainly do nothing of the kind!"

He put his hand on her arm. "Curse it, Selena. I will behave myself. I give you

my word. I need to talk to you."

Selena looked around. It wouldn't do to be seen shrugging him off. "I shall give

you five minutes, but I can't imagine there's anything you want to say to me. We've said

it all before."

They took a turn about the terrace, passing other couples enjoying the mild

evening air. Braziers burned in their sconces along the wall. Strains of the Sussex Waltz

with flute and violin floated through the open doorway. Lord Devereux's features, lit by

moonlight, were classically handsome, a noble forehead, high cheekbones, a straight

nose, and a mouth and dimpled chin that made a woman weak in the knees. He settled

against the balustrade beside her with a casual grace that never seemed to desert him.

His heavy-lidded eyes gazed down into hers. It should have been breathtakingly

romantic and for a brief moment, it was.

"Selena, I must marry for money," he said bluntly.

She turned away, feeling he'd grasped her heart and squeezed it.

He reached out and gripped her arm, his fingers burning into the flesh between

her glove and capped sleeve. "Don't go yet, Selena. I know I'm too direct. I can't be

dishonest with you. Don't know why."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," she said dryly.

He gave a brief laugh. Taking her by the shoulders, he searched her face. "I have

no desire to marry. Don't doubt I should make a very poor husband. In my defense, I'll

never consciously be cruel to you, and can offer you a title that goes back to the Norman

Conquest. And by way of consolation, I like you."

"And desire my fortune."

He shrugged. "Halcrow Hall is falling into disrepair and its lands lie fallow. My

great, great grandfather lost a considerable amount of money when his ships were sunk

during England's war against Spain. The family fortunes have been dashed on the rocks

ever since. I can't bear to see it happen, Selena."

She drew breath at the fire and passion glowing in his blue eyes. It wasn't for

her, but she still found herself helplessly caught up in it. All her resolve and her

commonsense failing her like a fortress falling in battle. "You now intend to devote your

life to restoring the mansion and its lands?"

"Yes. I must pay off my father's creditors," he said simply. "I've sold out of the

army, and am now living on borrowed time."

"Why now?"

He shook his head and grinned. "I turned twenty-nine and wanted to live beyond

thirty."

"I must say I'm surprised they let you while the war is still raging," she said.

His blue eyes searched hers, for a sign, no doubt, that she wavered.

"Why me? There are other heiresses. Pretty ones."

"I'll be damned if I'll get leg-shackled to a shallow bore or a long-nosed,

humorless wench." He opened his eyes wide. "Or a blue stocking!"

She laughed. "Not all of them, surely."

He shook his head. "I've looked them all over, believe me. You're the only one I

could consider spending any time with."

"Well at least you don't pay me Spanish coin."

He grinned. "And many men do?"

"I have had my fill of suitors. My sister Anne is determined to have me married

off before the year is out."

"Then marry me, Selena. Say you will."

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Sent: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:11 PM

Subject: [Norton AntiSpam] [anneherries] New member - Linda Banche

 

Hi Linda, another Linda here.

I love your Anne Herries books. I buy all of them when they go onto Harlequin Historical.

I also write Regency, and I'm just starting out.  I have two Regency novellas with The Wild Rose Press.  Lady of the Stars is a time travel, and Pumpkinnapper is a Halloween comedy.

I love Regencies! I can't get enough of them.

Linda

Linda Banche

Regency romance--most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal

Lady of the Stars--4 stars from Romantic Times, Regency time travel available from The Wild Rose Press

Pumpkinnapper--Regency Halloween comedy, available from The Wild Rose Press

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From: Maggi

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 12:02 AM

Subject: [anneherries] Excerpt: Love and War a Regency intrigue novella

 

Hi Anne and everyone,

I have just signed a contract for another Regency novella with Eternal Press! Here's an excerpt from another Regency, Love and War.

Love and War is available from http://www.fictionwise.com 

Regards,

Maggi Andersen

http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com 

Blurb: She couldn't accuse him of paying her Spanish coin! Gyles Devereux made it clear he had no wish to marry at all but was constrained by his circumstances. She could not be expected to keep refusing Lord Devereux, she thought crossly. She was only flesh and blood after all. What woman on earth could resist the pleas of a man such as Devereux? Rating: SENSUAL (Published: 2009)

PG Excerpt:

At her sister, Anne's, insistence Selena found herself at the Upper Assembly

rooms in Bath again the first Monday of the following month. It was crowded and she

danced every dance, but when she settled among the potted palms with a glass of

detestable Madeira that a young man had brought her, she admitted to herself she was

bored to distraction.

Her friend and companion on these occasions, Elsbeth, was away nursing a sick

relative and Selena had never been very good at small talk with bare acquaintances. She

loved to plunge into a brisk, political debate with someone of an opposite view, or

discuss the latest news of the Duke of Wellington's exploits in Spain, when news finally

reached them. She liked to be busy, washing the dogs or riding in the park, and was also

quite content to spend an afternoon reading a book that pushed the boundaries of her

knowledge. But to sit here and simper and curtsy and dance one interminable dance after

another was a bore. She was pondering the possibilities of declaring a headache and

retiring early, when a voice above her said, "Well, if it isn't Miss Selena Wakefield."

She knew that deep, amused voice before she looked up. She could scarcely raise

her head as her heart began to beat unnaturally fast.

"Lord Devereux," he said unnecessarily, as he bowed over her hand.

"I may not be in the first flush of youth, Lord Devereux, but there's nothing

wrong with my eyes or my memory."

"Indeed. You are remarkably well preserved. Not a gray hair to be seen, for

what, three and twenty?"

"Last Tuesday."

"Then please accept belated birthday wishes. May I join you?"

"Certainly."

He sat next to her on the small settee, his proximity making her heart beat faster.

"I didn't know you liked Madeira."

"I don't."

"Allow me to get you a glass of wine." He gestured to a waiter.

"I would be grateful, thank you."

He fixed her with a blue-eyed stare. "You are looking well."

"Thank you. And so do you." She wished her heart would slow a little from its

relentless pounding. He wore his golden hair long, tied with a black, velvet ribbon, while

other men wore theirs short and carefully windswept. It was like him to defy the popular

mode of dress. His black coat of superfine needed no padding at the shoulder, fitting

tightly around his slim waist. His waistcoat was also black, as were his satin breeches.

His cravat pin was his only adornment. He stood out in a crowd of glittering jaybirds, a

blond devil, no doubt secure in the knowledge that women would fall under his spell.

Realizing she was also on dangerous ground, Selena steeled herself to remain indifferent

to his charms, but her heart didn't seem to be listening.

"I don't like that pasty color on you, though," he said. "It's quite the wrong green

for you."

She drew a sharp breath as she smoothed the skirt of her white muslin gown,

woven and trimmed with pale green. "Oh?"

"I'm sorry, but you know I'm inclined to blunt speaking," he confessed, not

looking the slightest bit sorry. "You should wear a green that matches your eyes." He

touched the emerald pin glowing among the folds of his white cravat. "This green would

be perfect."

"I am as yet unmarried, Lord Devereux," she managed to splutter.

"Oh right. Insipid colors for the virginal," he said. A wicked gleam came into his

eyes. "I have an excellent plan that will take care of both these problems."

She gasped and looked around. "I refuse to listen to it, Lord Devereux. You are

not to be encouraged. You shall ruin my reputation. It doesn't matter about yours. It is

already lost."

"Come out onto the terrace where no one will hear us."

"I will most certainly do nothing of the kind!"

He put his hand on her arm. "Curse it, Selena. I will behave myself. I give you

my word. I need to talk to you."

Selena looked around. It wouldn't do to be seen shrugging him off. "I shall give

you five minutes, but I can't imagine there's anything you want to say to me. We've said

it all before."

They took a turn about the terrace, passing other couples enjoying the mild

evening air. Braziers burned in their sconces along the wall. Strains of the Sussex Waltz

with flute and violin floated through the open doorway. Lord Devereux's features, lit by

moonlight, were classically handsome, a noble forehead, high cheekbones, a straight

nose, and a mouth and dimpled chin that made a woman weak in the knees. He settled

against the balustrade beside her with a casual grace that never seemed to desert him.

His heavy-lidded eyes gazed down into hers. It should have been breathtakingly

romantic and for a brief moment, it was.

"Selena, I must marry for money," he said bluntly.

She turned away, feeling he'd grasped her heart and squeezed it.

He reached out and gripped her arm, his fingers burning into the flesh between

her glove and capped sleeve. "Don't go yet, Selena. I know I'm too direct. I can't be

dishonest with you. Don't know why."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," she said dryly.

He gave a brief laugh. Taking her by the shoulders, he searched her face. "I have

no desire to marry. Don't doubt I should make a very poor husband. In my defense, I'll

never consciously be cruel to you, and can offer you a title that goes back to the Norman

Conquest. And by way of consolation, I like you."

"And desire my fortune."

He shrugged. "Halcrow Hall is falling into disrepair and its lands lie fallow. My

great, great grandfather lost a considerable amount of money when his ships were sunk

during England's war against Spain. The family fortunes have been dashed on the rocks

ever since. I can't bear to see it happen, Selena."

She drew breath at the fire and passion glowing in his blue eyes. It wasn't for

her, but she still found herself helplessly caught up in it. All her resolve and her

commonsense failing her like a fortress falling in battle. "You now intend to devote your

life to restoring the mansion and its lands?"

"Yes. I must pay off my father's creditors," he said simply. "I've sold out of the

army, and am now living on borrowed time."

"Why now?"

He shook his head and grinned. "I turned twenty-nine and wanted to live beyond

thirty."

"I must say I'm surprised they let you while the war is still raging," she said.

His blue eyes searched hers, for a sign, no doubt, that she wavered.

"Why me? There are other heiresses. Pretty ones."

"I'll be damned if I'll get leg-shackled to a shallow bore or a long-nosed,

humorless wench." He opened his eyes wide. "Or a blue stocking!"

She laughed. "Not all of them, surely."

He shook his head. "I've looked them all over, believe me. You're the only one I

could consider spending any time with."

"Well at least you don't pay me Spanish coin."

He grinned. "And many men do?"

"I have had my fill of suitors. My sister Anne is determined to have me married

off before the year is out."

"Then marry me, Selena. Say you will."

 

----- Original Message -----

From: Maggi Andersen

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 7:37 AM

Subject: Re: [anneherries] Excerpt: Love and War a Regency intrigue novella

 

Thanks Linda. There's a couple around with that title and if forms part of a Georgette Heyer title too. I took it from Shakespeare as I recall.   Cheers, Maggi --- On Thu, 12/11/09, Linda Sole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> wrote: From: Linda Sole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> Subject: Re: [anneherries] Excerpt: Love and War a Regency intrigue novella To: anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk Received: Thursday, 12 November, 2009, 6:29 PM   This is great Maggi.  I enjoyed the excerpt and I shall keep my fingers crossed the books sells well.  Strangely, I also have a book titled Love & War but it is a saga and not a Regency.   Best, Linda /Anne   ----- Original Message ----- From: Maggi To: anneherries@ yahoogroups. co.uk Sent: Thursday, November 12, 2009 12:02 AM Subject: [anneherries] Excerpt: Love and War a Regency intrigue novella   Hi Anne and everyone, I have just signed a contract for another Regency novella with Eternal Press! Here's an excerpt from another Regency, Love and War. Love and War is available from http://www.fictionw ise.com  Regards, Maggi Andersen http://www.maggiand ersenauthor. com  Blurb: She couldn't accuse him of paying her Spanish coin! Gyles Devereux made it clear he had no wish to marry at all but was constrained by his circumstances. She could not be expected to keep refusing Lord Devereux, she thought crossly. She was only flesh and blood after all. What woman on earth could resist the pleas of a man such as Devereux? Rating: SENSUAL (Published: 2009) PG Excerpt: At her sister, Anne's, insistence Selena found herself at the Upper Assembly rooms in Bath again the first Monday of the following month. It was crowded and she danced every dance, but when she settled among the potted palms with a glass of detestable Madeira that a young man had brought her, she admitted to herself she was bored to distraction. Her friend and companion on these occasions, Elsbeth, was away nursing a sick relative and Selena had never been very good at small talk with bare acquaintances. She loved to plunge into a brisk, political debate with someone of an opposite view, or discuss the latest news of the Duke of Wellington's exploits in Spain, when news finally reached them. She liked to be busy, washing the dogs or riding in the park, and was also quite content to spend an afternoon reading a book that pushed the boundaries of her knowledge. But to sit here and simper and curtsy and dance one interminable dance after another was a bore. She was pondering the possibilities of declaring a headache and retiring early, when a voice above her said, "Well, if it isn't Miss Selena Wakefield." She knew that deep, amused voice before she looked up. She could scarcely raise her head as her heart began to beat unnaturally fast. "Lord Devereux," he said unnecessarily, as he bowed over her hand. "I may not be in the first flush of youth, Lord Devereux, but there's nothing wrong with my eyes or my memory." "Indeed. You are remarkably well preserved. Not a gray hair to be seen, for what, three and twenty?" "Last Tuesday." "Then please accept belated birthday wishes. May I join you?" "Certainly." He sat next to her on the small settee, his proximity making her heart beat faster. "I didn't know you liked Madeira." "I don't." "Allow me to get you a glass of wine." He gestured to a waiter. "I would be grateful, thank you." He fixed her with a blue-eyed stare. "You are looking well." "Thank you. And so do you." She wished her heart would slow a little from its relentless pounding. He wore his golden hair long, tied with a black, velvet ribbon, while other men wore theirs short and carefully windswept. It was like him to defy the popular mode of dress. His black coat of superfine needed no padding at the shoulder, fitting tightly around his slim waist. His waistcoat was also black, as were his satin breeches. His cravat pin was his only adornment. He stood out in a crowd of glittering jaybirds, a blond devil, no doubt secure in the knowledge that women would fall under his spell. Realizing she was also on dangerous ground, Selena steeled herself to remain indifferent to his charms, but her heart didn't seem to be listening. "I don't like that pasty color on you, though," he said. "It's quite the wrong green for you." She drew a sharp breath as she smoothed the skirt of her white muslin gown, woven and trimmed with pale green. "Oh?" "I'm sorry, but you know I'm inclined to blunt speaking," he confessed, not looking the slightest bit sorry. "You should wear a green that matches your eyes." He touched the emerald pin glowing among the folds of his white cravat. "This green would be perfect." "I am as yet unmarried, Lord Devereux," she managed to splutter. "Oh right. Insipid colors for the virginal," he said. A wicked gleam came into his eyes. "I have an excellent plan that will take care of both these problems." She gasped and looked around. "I refuse to listen to it, Lord Devereux. You are not to be encouraged. You shall ruin my reputation. It doesn't matter about yours. It is already lost." "Come out onto the terrace where no one will hear us." "I will most certainly do nothing of the kind!" He put his hand on her arm. "Curse it, Selena. I will behave myself. I give you my word. I need to talk to you." Selena looked around. It wouldn't do to be seen shrugging him off. "I shall give you five minutes, but I can't imagine there's anything you want to say to me. We've said it all before." They took a turn about the terrace, passing other couples enjoying the mild evening air. Braziers burned in their sconces along the wall. Strains of the Sussex Waltz with flute and violin floated through the open doorway. Lord Devereux's features, lit by moonlight, were classically handsome, a noble forehead, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth and dimpled chin that made a woman weak in the knees. He settled against the balustrade beside her with a casual grace that never seemed to desert him. His heavy-lidded eyes gazed down into hers. It should have been breathtakingly romantic and for a brief moment, it was. "Selena, I must marry for money," he said bluntly. She turned away, feeling he'd grasped her heart and squeezed it. He reached out and gripped her arm, his fingers burning into the flesh between her glove and capped sleeve. "Don't go yet, Selena. I know I'm too direct. I can't be dishonest with you. Don't know why." "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," she said dryly. He gave a brief laugh. Taking her by the shoulders, he searched her face. "I have no desire to marry. Don't doubt I should make a very poor husband. In my defense, I'll never consciously be cruel to you, and can offer you a title that goes back to the Norman Conquest. And by way of consolation, I like you." "And desire my fortune." He shrugged. "Halcrow Hall is falling into disrepair and its lands lie fallow. My great, great grandfather lost a considerable amount of money when his ships were sunk during England's war against Spain. The family fortunes have been dashed on the rocks ever since. I can't bear to see it happen, Selena." She drew breath at the fire and passion glowing in his blue eyes. It wasn't for her, but she still found herself helplessly caught up in it. All her resolve and her commonsense failing her like a fortress falling in battle. "You now intend to devote your life to restoring the mansion and its lands?" "Yes. I must pay off my father's creditors," he said simply. "I've sold out of the army, and am now living on borrowed time." "Why now?" He shook his head and grinned. "I turned twenty-nine and wanted to live beyond thirty." "I must say I'm surprised they let you while the war is still raging," she said. His blue eyes searched hers, for a sign, no doubt, that she wavered. "Why me? There are other heiresses. Pretty ones." "I'll be damned if I'll get leg-shackled to a shallow bore or a long-nosed, humorless wench." He opened his eyes wide. "Or a blue stocking!" She laughed. "Not all of them, surely." He shook his head. "I've looked them all over, believe me. You're the only one I could consider spending any time with." "Well at least you don't pay me Spanish coin." He grinned. "And many men do?" "I have had my fill of suitors. My sister Anne is determined to have me married off before the year is out." "Then marry me, Selena. Say you will."

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From: Maggi Andersen

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 3:34 AM

Subject: Re: [anneherries] excerpt The UnKonwn Heir

 

This sounds intriguing, Linda.   Maggi http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com --- On Thu, 12/11/09, Linda Sole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> wrote: From: Linda Sole <linda@lindasole.co.uk> Subject: [anneherries] excerpt The UnKonwn Heir To: anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk Received: Thursday, 12 November, 2009, 7:20 PM   Linda Sole www.lindasole. co.uk Romance, saga, crime   My title for this was American Duke, because it is about an American who inherits a dukedom and all the problems that go with it. Enjoy! Hester Sheldon placed the vase of perfect chrysanthemums on a table in front of the parlour window, gazing out at the sodden grass and dripping trees that fronted the beautiful old house. Shelbourne had been built in the rein of Queen Anne and had all the grace and beauty of its period, though it was looking faded and had suffered some fire damage recently. Hester loved her home but of late a dark cloud had seemed to hang over them for the family had been deeply affected by the death of her stepfather some months previously. The tragedy had quite possibly led to the Duke of Shelbourne's illness, and it was these things that had made the house she loved seem so empty at times. 'Miss Hester?' She turned as the housekeeper came into the room, prepared to deal with whatever might be asked of her for the burden of the estate had fallen on her shoulders these past weeks. Lady Sheldon had been delicate since the death of her husband, and the duke was unable to do more than advise her from his bedchamber. 'Yes, Mrs Mills? Is there something wrong?' 'His Grace has asked that you go up to him as soon as you have a minute, miss.' 'Yes, of course. I shall go now,' Hester said. 'And my compliments to Cook, Mrs Mills. The beef was excellent last night. Grandfather particularly remarked on it.' 'I am sure she will be pleased to hear that, miss.' Mrs Mills stood back for Hester to leave the room, shaking her head as she went into the hall and up the stairs. It was hardly fair the way they all expected Miss Sheldon to do everything these days. Not that she was a girl for she had passed her twenty-sixth birthday, and it was unlikely that she would marry, which was, in Mrs Mills' opinion, a proper shame. Hester was smiling as she went quickly along the landing to the stairs leading to the top floor of the west wing, which were the duke's private apartments. He seldom left them these days, because his illness had taken the strength from his legs and he had to be carried down the stairs: something he did not enjoy. She knocked and was admitted by the duke's valet who smiled at her. 'How is he this morning, Simmons?' 'Oh, much the same as usual, miss. He will be all the better for seeing you.' Hester went through the duke's private parlour into his bedchamber for he had not yet been allowed to get up for more than an hour or so a day. She had been anxious that he might have suffered a relapse but he actually looked a little more the thing, which brought a smile to her face. 'What can I do for you, Grandfather? ' Although not a blood relation she had always been encouraged to think of him as her grandfather. The child of her mother's first husband, who had sadly died soon after she was born, she had been adopted by Lord Sheldon and given his name when her mother remarried. She had loved him as the only father she had ever known, and the duke was in all respects but one her beloved grandfather. 'Nothing for the moment,' he said. 'I wanted to tell you that I have sent for the heir. If he agrees to come it may make a difference to both Lady Sheldon and you, Hester.' 'Yes, of course. We might have to retire to the dower house perhaps.' 'Not while I live,' the duke replied. 'But it is all in the air at the moment. As you know, I made inquiries about him and they were favourable. He seems to be in possession of a fortune…Heaven knows, we could do with some of that money here, girl!' 'Yes, sir – but he may not wish to use his fortune to help restore this house or the estate.' 'Well, I have persuaded Birch to go out there,' the duke told her and frowned. 'He must be told of his duty to the family. He may not be presentable, of course – but I daresay you could knock him into shape for us, Hester?' 'I am not sure I understand you, Grandfather? ' 'He will need to learn English manners. I have no idea what sort of schools they have out there these days, but I daresay he may some rough edges. His father was a riverboat gambler, as I understand it, though he must have done all right for himself.' 'I am willing to offer my help if he wishes for it, of course,' Hester said looking doubtful. 'But he is Amelia's son and she will surely have taught him his manners.' 'Perhaps,' the duke said. The mention of his favourite child's name made him frown. She had run away to marry the man of her choice against his wishes and it had taken him a long time to forgive her. 'Well, see what you can do for him if he comes, Hester – of course he may not…' 'If he does not wish to live here he might give up his right to the title, sir.' 'And then there would be only Mr Grant to deal with,' the duke said and sighed. 'Why weren't you a boy and born to my son, Hester? If I had the money I would break the entail and leave this place to you. You love it and none of my sons ever cared a hoot about the estate - and as for my half-brother' s grandson….' He shook his head in disgust. 'I should turn in my grave if he became master here. He is a pompous idiot!' Hester laughed softly. 'Do not upset yourself, dearest. You know that I have no right to inherit. Besides, this American heir may be everything you could wish for, especially if he has a fortune.' 'Well, Birch will sound him out. He cannot leave for America until a week or so after Christmas, but we must hope that his journey will be successful. I wrote to the heir as soon as your father died, but he has not answered my letters.' Hester was silent. She knew that the duke was hoping that the heir would come over to take his rightful place as the next in line for the title, but she could not truly see what he could gain from it, particularly if he was already in possession of a fortune. 'I hope he comes for your sake, dearest,' she said. 'But if he doesn't we shall manage. We always do….' 'We manage,' the duke said and thumped the bed. 'If I had my legs again I would sort things out, but as it is I am helpless. If you ever decide to get married this place will go to the devil…' 'Well, I have no intention of it,' Hester reassured him. 'I shall not leave you, dearest Grandfather. If the heir comes…' She left the sentence unfinished, because as yet they could not know whether or not the heir would wish to leave his home. 'We must wait and see what happens…'

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From: lindabanche

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 3:29 PM

Subject: [anneherries] Re: excerpt The UnKonwn Heir

 

OK, what happens next? When's the book coming out? I want to read it!

Linda
www.lindabanche.com 

--- In anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk, "Linda Sole" <linda@...> wrote:
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> Linda Sole
> www.lindasole.co.uk
> Romance, saga, crime
>
> My title for this was American Duke, because it is about an American who inherits a dukedom and all the problems that go with it.
> Enjoy!
>

----- Original Message -----

From: lindabanche

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 3:26 PM

Subject: [anneherries] Re: New member - Linda Banche

 

Hi Linda,

Thanks.  So many loops have everything in them. It's hard finding the people who like Regencies. I hope they all show up here!

Linda
www.lindabanche.com 

--- In anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk, "Linda Sole" <linda@...> wrote:
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> I am glad to see you here, Linda. Thank you for supporting my books. I love the Regency period too.
>
> I wish you lots of luck with your own writing. I hope your books are accepted by a publisher and sell well.
>
> Best Linda/Anne

----- Original Message -----

From: lindabanche

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 4:40 PM

Subject: [anneherries] Re: excerpt The UnKonwn Heir

 

OK, I just found it. It's in my latest order from Harlequin, which should turn up in the mail any day now.

I'm  putting it at the top of my TBR pile.

Linda
www.lindabanche.com 

--- In anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk, "Linda Sole" <linda@...> wrote:
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> It is already for sale in USA, Linda. I think you can get it from Harlequin or from amazon.
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: lindabanche
> To: anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk
> Sent: Friday, November 13, 2009 3:29 PM
> Subject: [anneherries] Re: excerpt The UnKonwn Heir
>
>
>
> OK, what happens next? When's the book coming out? I want to read it!
>
> Linda
> www.lindabanche.com
>
> --- In anneherries@yahoogroups.co.uk, "Linda Sole" linda@ wrote:
> >
> > Linda! Sole
> > www.lindasole.co.uk
> > Romance, saga, crime
> >
> > My title for this was American Duke, because it is about an American who inherits a dukedom and all the problems that go with it.
> > Enjoy!
> >
>

Romantic Times gave Lady of the Stars 4 stars (review here, contains spoilers) and LASR gave it 4 1/2 books (review here, contains spoilers)

All reviews are here:

http://lindabanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-of-stars-reviews.html

And you can buy from here:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/lady-of-the-stars-p-1111.html

Details about my books, including excerpts, reviews and mylatest book, Pumpkinnapper, are available on my website, http://www.lindabanche.com

Thanks,

Linda

Linda Banche

Linda Banche
Regency romance--most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal
Lady o fthe Stars--4 stars from Romantic Times, 2010 EPIC EBook competition finalist, Regency time travel available from The Wild Rose Press
Pumpkinnapper--Regency Halloween comedy available from The Wild Rose Press
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From: lindabanche

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Sunday, November 15, 2009 6:20 PM

Subject: [anneherries] Promo (PG) "Lady of the Stars" is an EPPIE Finalist!

 

Lady of the Stars, my Regency time travel, is a finalist in the Science Fiction Romance category in EPIC 's (Electronically Published Internet Connection) 2010 EBook Competition (EPPIE).

The email arrived very early this morning. I just saw it. I'm bouncing around, and I'll probably bounce all day.

I've never finaled in ! a contest before. While I would love to win, I can be very happy with finaling.

Maybe I have a future in this business. Time for more bouncing!

Romantic Times gave Lady of the Stars 4 stars (review here, contains spoilers) and LASR gave it 4 1/2 books (review here, contains spoilers)

All reviews are here:

http://lindabanch e.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-of-stars-reviews.html

And you can buy from here:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/lady-of-the-stars-p-1111.html

BLURB:
    A legend spanning time and the man and woman caught in it.

Caroline knows something is wrong the instant she steps from her holiday cottage into that unusual gazebo with two doors. But when a man she knows she will never see again appears outside the gazebo, she flings caution aside and plunges through the back door, crashing! into the man--and 1817.

A voyage through time? Impossible. Richard refuses to believe the strange woman's outlandish tale. Still, the lady is lost and alone, and he helps the stranded wayfarer.

But as attraction flares between these two lonely people, Richard's family legend grinds to its ultimate fulfillment--will it bring them together, or tear them apart forever?

EXCERPT:

Caroline followed him into the room she knew was the kitchen and he stepped up to the banked fire.

Fire? Where were the stove and refrigerator? And all the chrome and stainless steel of the ultramodern kitchen she had seen only this morning? This kitchen contained a scarred wood trestle table with several chairs pushed under it. Pots and pans hung on wall racks and reflected the dim firelight. A cupboard stood against the far wall, next to a sink with a pump. A pump?

With shaking hands, she set the lantern on the table and pulled out one of the chairs.&nbs! p; She was in trouble, very deep trouble.

As she sank into the chair, she turned her stunned attention to her host.

Unaware of her gaze, he busied himself at the fireplace. His back to her, he placed the candelabrum on the mantle above the hearth, then drew the fire screen to the side of the grate. Dropping onto his haunches, he pulled several logs from the nearby basket, then arranged the wood in a neat pile on the smoldering embers. Almost at once, the flames blazed to full roaring life.

Silhouetted against the light, he straightened, replaced the screen, then removed his hat and tossed it on the table.

Her jaw dropped. Good heavens, the aggravating man was gorgeous. Tall and slim, his broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips and long legs. But where had he found that outlandish outfit? He wore a top hat, out here in the middle of nowhere. His shirt collar was turned up and he wore a huge white tie. And his waist-length, double-breasted jacket had tails, like the one an orchestra conductor wore. Muddy black boots wi! th the tops turned down came up to his knees. Skintight trousers, or were those breeches--of all things?--emphasized every well-formed muscle.

Now if his face matched his form...

What was she thinking? She hadn't felt anything for any man in a long time.  Not since...

He turned, and for the first time that night she fully took in his face. She gasped. Had she seen a ghost through the gazebo's back door? "Richard?"

Puzzlement spread over those chiseled features she now saw only in her memories. "How do you know my name?"

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Details about my books, including excerpts, reviews and mylatest book, Pumpkinnapper, are available on my website, http://www.lindabanche.com

Thanks,

Linda

Linda Banche

Linda Banche
Regency romance--most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal
Lady o fthe Stars--4 stars from Romantic Times, 2010 EPIC EBook competition finalist, Regency time travel available from The Wild Rose Press
Pumpkinnapper--Regency Halloween comedy available from The Wild Rose Press
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Hi everyone,

My historical/contemporary romance Painted Lady is now on http://www.fictionwise.com 

Maggi

http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com

----- Original Message -----

From: Maggi

To: anneherries@...

Sent: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 5:04 AM

Subject: [anneherries] Promo: Painted Lady is now on Fictionwise!

 

Hi everyone,

My historical/contemporary romance Painted Lady is now on http://www.fictionwise.com 

Maggi

http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com