Friday, 22 February 2019

Westbury - A Regency Romance - PRE-ORDER

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Westbury - A Regency Romance - Ballrooms, Cotillions and Almack's…   is now available for PRE-ORDER!!

Delve into the Regency era and enjoy the adventures of Miss Georgina Morton and her friends...

Westbury 

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Can Miss Georgina Morton surrender her independence and accept the Duke’s love?

Miss Georgina Morton, at the age of four-and-twenty, with a modest annual income of four hundred pounds, believes she has no need of a husband and can manage quite nicely without one. Yet within a matter of weeks, she’s betrothed to Giles Glentworth, the Sixth Duke of Westbury, and bound for Regency London.

Set in rural Wiltshire and elegant, fast-paced London...a runaway ward, a shooting at midnight, and a visit to fashionable Almack’s, are only a few of the adventures Georgina enjoys while falling for the Corinthian charms of the Duke.

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Westbury  - Ballrooms, Cotillions and Almack's…

     
Some years ago, Georgina’s parents had hired a house in Claremont Square for the London Season. They had taken her to London with the intention of presenting her to society so that she might find a suitable man to make a match with and marry. Georgina had done all the things a debutante should do. She’d gone to balls, danced the night away, and she’d made lots of new friends.
It was whilst paying a morning visit to one of her friends―Clarissa Davenport―that Georgina first encountered “Cousin Giles.” He had been known as the Marquis of Glentworth, and her encounter with him was anything but pleasant.
At the time, Georgina hadn’t known who the Marquis of Glentworth was, and it was only later in the season when someone pointed him out as being none other than the next Duke of Westbury, that she discovered his true identity.
Having called upon Clarissa to indulge in a delightful tête-à-tête about a ball they attended the night before, Georgina left her friend’s house and was making her way back to Claremont Square on foot when the Marquis of Glentworth almost knocked her down with his phaeton.
He was considered London’s most eligible bachelor and thought of by the ladies of the ton as the undisputed dandy of the Season. But that didn’t matter to Georgina. All she remembered about the Marquis was that he was the most arrogant, high-handed man she’d ever met, and he’d behaved atrociously toward her.
Whether he’d seen her crossing the road or whether she’d stepped off the curb too quickly was irrelevant. It was the fact that he’d chosen to give her a dressing down in public that riled her.
There was no doubt the Marquis veered his horses away to the side of the road with great skill. And his competence in avoiding an accident was excellent. But she felt there was no need for him to have shouted her down in such an ungentlemanly fashion in front of passers-by. He’d been completely and utterly discourteous.
His displeasure with her was apparent, and people at the roadside, witnessing their altercation, had been thoroughly entertained by her discomfort. For her it was an excruciatingly painful and embarrassing event. And she’d been disconcertingly mortified.
“You there,” the Marquis had called out. “Where are you bound in such a hurry? I assume you know you have crossed the road with unseeming recklessness?”
The Marquis was a fine figure of a man. Handsome enough, with a crop of thick, raven-black hair swept back from his brow in the style known as a Brutus. His features, although not rugged, were strong and compelling. And his penetrating eyes, by startling contrast, were of a cool steely grey that was mesmerising. But his good looks and manly attractiveness did not sway her from the fact that his gentleman-like behaviour wasn’t up to scratch or that he was shouting, giving her a dressing down in public.
Flustered and on the point of apologising for her hasty action, Georgina remained silent. When she heard his angry words and the tone of voice in which he spoke, she pointedly ignored his outburst and concentrated solely on straightening her lopsided bonnet. But when his horses moved, restlessly shaking their manes for attention, her bonnet, which had by now fallen from her head and dangled by its ribbons down her back, was completely forgotten.
Drawing near to where the high-perch phaeton stood, and with total disregard for her safety, she’d gone to the front of the carriage, taken the horses’ bridles in her gloved hands, and tried to calm them. Stroking their forelocks, she’d spoken soothing words before fixing a steely glare of disdain upon their owner.
Never before had she been more thankful for all the hours she’d spent in her bedchamber as a young girl, standing in front of the mirror, practising and perfecting the art of delivering the harshest of stares imaginable. Any lesser man than the Marquis would have baulked at her glower, but her unflinching look seemed not to affect him.
“Had you been more attentive, sir, there would have been no need for you to have pulled so harshly on these reins. You might have ruined their sensitive mouths.”
“Let me tell you, young Miss, no one has ever dared question me on the treatment of my horses before. You are the first person to do so.”
Georgina was surprised by the incensed and irate reaction of the Marquis. She’d ruffled his feathers.
“Really? You astonish me, sir. Perhaps someone ought to have done so before.”
He adjusted his grip on the reins. “I pride myself on giving my thoroughbreds only the finest. Nothing is of more importance to me than my horses’ wellbeing. They always have the best of everything. The best stables, the best grooms, the best fodder, and I never leave them standing outside in the cold waiting on my pleasure. Never. How dare you say I might have ruined their mouths?”
Bravely ignoring his outburst, Georgina began gingerly inspecting the horses, searching for any damage that might have been caused. There was none. But that was of no account.
Although the Marquis had skilfully handled his animals as any Corinthian, it was of no consequence to her. Her hackles were raised, and she was on the warpath. Given half the chance, she was ready to accuse him of anything and everything because of the way he made her feel and because of the telling off he’d given her.
“Had I not been vigilant, madam, my greys could have floored you, and the world would be minus your beauty.”
Georgina thought she detected a hint of tightly control sarcasm about this man, but giving him the benefit of the doubt, she decided she might be wrong. There was such an air of condemnation about him that she doubted he would ever have the inclination or the ability to stoop so low in order that he might indulge himself in something as meaningless and trivial as cynicism.
“I’m realistic enough to know I’m not a beauty, sir. I agree I may have momentarily lost my wits when crossing this road and that I might have been quite inconsiderate to these magnificent horses, but I’m not so stupid as to believe you when you call me a beauty.” Georgina tilted her head proudly in the air. “I must inform you that on more than one occasion I’ve been told my looks are passable, but a beauty I’m not. And never shall be.”
Giles had regarded her with a measuring look and then he’d laughed in disbelief. “Never before have I paid a woman a compliment and had it thrown back at me. I’m intrigued to know what kind of modest, self-effacing woman I’m talking to.”
“I’m not self-effacing, sir. I’m only truthful.”
“Then if you tell me you are not a beauty and inform me that my judgement is to be questioned, I must insist on having a closer look―for my eyes must be deceiving me. Come, step up into the carriage and allow me to inspect you.”
Giles drew off his gloves and tossed them onto the seat beside him. He reached down a hand to help her up, but with a shake of her head, she refused.
“Sir, I will not,” she said, affronted. “And you cannot make me.”
“Don’t fly into high fidgets. If you will not come to me then I shall have to come to you.”

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Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Welcome to Historical Author - Faye Hall

I’m delighted to welcome Australian Historical Author, Faye Hall, to my blog.


Hello Faye, It was great to connect through our romance publisher, Beachwalk Press - where a wide range of quality ebooks in a variety of subgenres, are offered – including Australian Historical Romance.
Here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Arabella: How did you find your agent or publisher and what are their good points?
Faye: I found Beachwalk Press literally by accident.  I was having extreme issues with the publisher I was with (no royalties, no communication) and was trying to see if it was just happening to me. Long story short I ended up on a forum that mentioned Beachwalk and thought I’d check them out.  Much to my surprise, they took the first manuscript I sent them and I’ve been with them since.  They’re the best publisher I’ve worked with so far and I’ve no plans of leaving them any time soon.  Can’t praise them enough.  Good communication and I always get a detailed royalty statement regardless of sales.

Arabella: Which do you prefer to wear: beach shorts and top, a long evening skirt and blouse, pyjamas and slippers?
Faye: I’d love to say pjs and slippers but Australian weather doesn’t always allow that.  I mostly live in singlet and shorts or a summer dress.

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, Wrath & Mercy?
Faye: Well it’s the fifth book in my Sins of the Virtuous series, and deals with the sin of wrath.  The entire series was born from my want to write my own version – a sensual version – of the seven deadly sins.  As with all my books, it also holds some local history from my hometown too.


Arabella: We all have a long list of books we keep meaning to read but never have the time for --- which book is a must read for you this summer?
Faye: There’s a new, upcoming author from America called April Wood.  She writes magically themed books and I’m quite intrigued by her series.

Arabella: If you could choose, which would it be: A walk in the woods, a walk along a beachfront to dip your toes in the sea, or a day shopping for clothes?
Faye: A walk in the woods.

Arabella: How do you research your novels and characters?
Faye: A lot of my characters are based on stories I’ve been told about my own ancestors and their journey to Australia during the 1800s.  I also use the local history I’ve collected over the years to get as many historical facts as accurate as possible.  Only occasionally do I have to do a google search, but that’s mainly for shipping records, or botanical medicines.

Arabella: What advice would you give to someone who is starting out on their writing journey?
Faye: To not let the bad reviews or ratings get to you.  After all, authors can’t please everyone.



Arabella: What about your future plans? Any books or series in the making?
Faye: I’ve still got two more books to write in the Sins of the Virtuous series.  After that, I would like to get back to a few single titled books that are already in the works and then I might try to tackle another series.


Thank you Faye, It was lovely to have you as a guest on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat.  Do tell us when your other two books in the Sins of the Virtuous series are ready for publishing. It would be great to have an update.
Oh…and I’ll remember to check out your author recommendation for this summer’s reading.
All the best, and happy-ever-after writing,
Arabella Sheen
arabellasheen.co.uk


About Faye Hall
Faye Hall spent her early years listening to stories about the families – including her own – who settled townships in and around her hometown in North Queensland, Australia.  The local townspeople, including her own parents, told her stories of corruption and slavery, along with family secrets and forbidden love.

Desperate to remember what she’d been told, along with her already growing love of writing, Faye began to write about the history of her local area.  Never could she have imagined the history of her small home town in Australia would become a growing list of published books.

Faye’s passionate stories combine controversial subjects and provocative encounters as her characters struggle to survive the lifestyle in early rural townships throughout Australia.  She explores slavery and abortion, drug addiction and murder, as well as forbidden love and passionate affairs of the heart.

When she's not writing, Faye enjoys sharing a bottle of wine with her husband in their ever-growing garden, and encouraging the varied interests of their combined family of nine children.

Explore the world of Faye Hall, Australian Historical Romance Author at her website https://www.faye-hall.com

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Would you show mercy to the lover who deserted you?
Finley Helmer thought he had it all when Elina invited him into her bed.  He thought he found passion and love beyond compare.  Instead he was thrown into a life of smuggling black opals, drugs and aboriginal slaves.  When he was charged with murder, he fled town to escape the charges, vowing to return and ask his lover why she’d handed him over to the police.
Elina Clemence was ripped away from her home and the man she loved and brought to Australia to start her life anew.  Her father promised her beauty and opportunity.  What she found was a cruel and abusive business partner, and a step-daughter who wanted to destroy her.
Despite the constant accidents following her and threatening her life, Elina sets herself up as a profitable shipping tycoon, with control over most of the town's supply.  Despite her powerful position, her heart still ached for the man she once loved who disappeared from her life without a trace.
Finding themselves passionately reunited, Finley and Elina discover the cruelty that tore them from each other.  As they search for answers, they uncover the unrelenting wrath and vengeance of an opium addict who will stop at nothing until she has possession of the black opals she thinks they are hiding.

Will their love for each other allow them forgiveness, or will they fall victim to the horror that seems to be following them?




Book Excerpt
Elina went quiet, watching Fin’s attention return to the papers on the desk. She knew now wasn’t the best time to bring up her own concerns. Still, he needed to know.
“My father told me we leave for Australia as soon as he has our affairs in order.”
Fin looked up at Elina. “He told me before the funeral that he thought it best to take you as far away from here as possible. He believes what is being said about Ewan, and he doesn’t want those he dealt with finding their way back to you.”
Elina lowered her gaze to her lap. “Will you be coming with us?”
Silence surrounded them. Lifting her gaze to him and seeing his stern expression, she felt her heart sink.
“Archie has instructed me to stay here in England a while longer to finalize the last few shipments. It will be at least a few months before I can get my own passage to Australia.”
His words stabbed at her heart. “I don’t want to leave you,” she uttered, her voice laced with tears.
Getting up from his seat, he walked around the desk. His hands going to her, he helped her to stand. “I’ll join you as soon as I’m able. I promise.”
Her gaze held his as fear filled her. What if this was the last time she’d ever see him? The mere thought pained her.
“This isn’t goodbye,” he told her, his hand going to her face, his fingers stroking her cheek. “I won’t allow it to be.”

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Friday, 15 February 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - Weekly Excerpt 6

TEMPORARY BRIDE
  
Arabella Sheen
  

A modern romance novel.
  
Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.

Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan . . . and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover . . . her secret is Jake . . . their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.
  
Also by the Author
Castell's Passion
Temporary Bride
Blinded by Desire

It all happened five years ago when Amy had been training as a law student at university. Her parents had died in a head-on collision with another car and, although the accident had been no one’s fault, Amy had been left devastated by their deaths.
Fellow students had become her family. They had supported and pulled her through the rough times. And then Max had come into her life.
They met one afternoon in the law office where she’d been working as a work placement student. Max was a practising lawyer in America at the time, but he had come to England to gain experience in International Commercial Law before returning to his practice in New York.
The ever-so organised Max had his career mapped out before him. Working in England in a specialist field was an opportunity that was supposed to be going to make or break his career.
Nothing and no one was going to stop him on his pathway to success. He was focussed and career-minded, and then along came Amy.
Amy had never been quite sure about Max’s family life or what he did when he was in America, but his family history hadn’t mattered and she’d never really pushed for details.
But perhaps she should have.
She’d been in love with him. Totally. And who he was or where he came from seemed unimportant to her then.
Max used to say his nomadic career style and moving from country to country was an invaluable life experience. What she hadn’t realised was that she too was part of that nomadic learning curve.
It seemed their relationship had been temporary and Max, for whatever reason, had eventually chosen to move on with his life.
They’d had one brief, glorious, hot summer together and then she’d had nothing. He had utterly seduced her and she had been willingly his for the taking. And Max had taken all that she’d offered, leaving her with only the memories.
For six red-hot, steamy, passionate months they had lived together in her compact, one-bedroom apartment not far from the university.
Together they would come home from a long, hard day’s work at the office and it would be an even longer, harder night in bed until the early hours of the morning,
At night they would fall asleep, sweaty and exhausted in each other’s arms until she was woken in the dawn’s early light by his urgent need of her. They couldn’t get enough of one another and their bodies craved fulfilment from one another, like a drug.
He had used her but not unkindly. And when she looked back on their time together she realised she had only herself to blame.
She had been full of innocence and she had been trusting. Her naivety hadn’t been his fault . . . only hers.
When Max’s time in England was at an end he had asked her to go back with him to America, but she couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. She had a law degree to finish.
Amy had been studying for nearly five years and they both thought it would be stupid to throw it all away for the sake of a few months.
He’d said she could always join him later - after her exams were over - but it hadn’t worked out that way.
She had been so sure of his love that as soon as she had finished her exams, she caught the first available flight to America and had flown there with the intention of living with him.
It was to have been a surprise, but the only person who had been surprised was Amy.
Flying into New York International Airport at two in the morning she had been jet-lagged, tired and wanting nothing more than the open arms of Max. Only she couldn’t fall into his waiting arm. He wasn’t there and no one seemed to know where he was.
The night watchman in the apartment complex where he was staying let her in, but only as far as the lobby. She had never been in such a place before. There was marble from floor to ceiling and everything that was chrome or crystal gleamed.
“I’m here to see Max Jordan,” she explained to the night watchman.
“Mr Jordan? Is he expecting you Miss?” he asked politely.
“No he isn’t. I’m afraid I’ve only just landed,” Amy explained. 
The security guard looked questioningly at the flight bag she was carrying and the off-the-peg jeans she was wearing. Her luggage and clothing weren’t designer labelled and it was obvious to her that anyone entering these portals would usually have ‘chic’ written all over them. She didn’t. She was wearing her comfortable travelling gear.
“If you could buzz him I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing me,” she said bravely and pointed to the elaborate intercom system.
“Buzz him? I’m sorry Miss. There would be no point in buzzing Mr Jordan. The gentleman’s not here,” he explained apologetically.
“Could you say when he’s likely to be home?” she asked.
“Don’t know Miss. It could be tomorrow . . . could be in a couple of months. Last week he packed a bag and the limo took him to the airport. He didn’t say when he’d be back Miss. If you’d like to leave a note I can see that it gets left with his mail. But I can’t say when or even if he’ll get it, Miss. The Jordans have closed the New York apartment until further notice.”
Amy was feeling totally alienated and out of her depth. To make it worse, when she made enquiries at the place where Max was supposed to be working, she was told there had been a family emergency and that he couldn’t be contacted.
That was probably the reason he hadn’t been answering his mobile phone.
 She was faced with the fact Max wasn’t here and no one was prepared to say when, or even if, he was coming back to New York.
Without a green-card, she couldn’t get work and although she had sat her law exams, the exam results weren’t out and she had no proof of her qualifications.
Any money she had with her would soon run out and she couldn’t rely on Max returning in the near future.
With no qualifications, no work and nowhere to stay, she had no other option than to return to England.
Reluctantly she caught the next flight home intending to wait for Max to contact her.
He didn’t.
He never wrote, he never phoned, and for several weeks there was only silence.
Amy eventually stopped waiting. She had to get on with her life. She had to start living again.
She had to make plans and build a future for herself . . . and her unborn baby.




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Wednesday, 13 February 2019

Welcome to Historical Author - Rachel Brimble


I'm delighted to welcome Rachel Brimble to my blog.




Hello Rachel. Over the years, we’ve met regularly through the Bath & Wiltshire Romantic Novelists’ Association Chapter meetings in Lacock, and I’ve come to consider you as a dear supportive friend who knows an awful lot about the do’s and don’ts of the writing world. Many an evening we’ve had a drink with fellow RNA members and shared the highs and lows of our experiences. Here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.


Arabella: Are there any organisations, writing, or reader groups, you belong to? And, how do they support or help you in creating such wonderful, inspirational novels?
Rachel: Ah, thank you! I consider you a friend, too. As well as the RNA, I also belong to Romance Writers of America and find them equally as valuable as the RNA for support and industry knowledge.
I don’t belong to any other organisations, but I do have three critique partners who each read my books in the first draft stage. I have worked with them for over seven years now and their amazing feedback and advice is vital as I work through the writing of each book.

Arabella: Currently, what is your most favourite T.V. programme, and why?
Rachel:  Ooh, so many but I absolute love Outlander. I am reading the books (by Diana Galbaldon) as well as watching the TV series and both are enthralling and addictive. I would describe Outlander as a romantic, dramatic time-slip where the characters travel back and forth from Scotland in the 1960s to somewhere else each new series. So far, the TV programme has seen Claire (the heroine) travel to France and America in the 1700s as well as revisiting Scotland at the same time period.

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, A Rebel At Pennington’s?
Rachel: I have wanted to write a book about women’s suffrage for years, but the main character continually eluded me. I just couldn’t pinpoint the best heroine to tell her story, but as I was writing book 1 in the series, The Mistress of Pennington’s (both books can be read stand alone), a secondary character emerged, and I knew I had found the character I’d been looking for.
Esther Stanbury is a suffragist and continuing her dead mother’s fight for the vote – throughout the story she is torn between peaceful campaigning and militant as her efforts go on unfulfilled. When she meets Lawrence Culford a wealthy hotelier, widow and father, his mutual interest in the Cause brings them closer, leaving Esther conflicted between her work and love.


Arabella: If the person of your dreams, (husband/wife/partner/or superstar), were to take you out for the night, where would they take you and what would you do?
Rachel: I am lucky enough to have been happily married for almost twenty-one years so my husband is most definitely the person of my dreams! Our favourite night out is going for a meal, followed by some live music and a few glasses of vino! Ideally, we finish the night with a stay over in a posh hotel.

Arabella: When writing a book or chapter, which do you develop first: plot, characters, setting, or other…..and why?
Rachel: Most of the time my book inspiration starts with a setting and then it’s searching for a nugget of a story. Once I have an idea I think will stretch to 90,000 + words, I move on to completing character sketches for my hero, heroine and villain (if I have one).
This usually gives me their goals, motivations and conflicts and then it’s onto the actual writing. My process is to write the first draft from beginning to end without looking back – the difficult part comes in the following drafts!

Arabella: Where do you read? On the sofa, in bed, or ____?
Rachel: Everywhere! I’d say my favourite place is in bed or in a bubble bath. Bliss!

Arabella: Which do you prefer to wear: Slippers, stilettos, pumps, or boots?
Rachel: Absolutely love my boots in the winter and I almost always wear flip-flops in the summer. I usually have several pairs in different colours to match different outfits.

Arabella: What advice would you give to someone who is starting out on their writing journey?
Rachel: Write, write and write some more! Writing is a craft that can be learned and in order to learn you need to practise until you’ve written the best book you can. Next, submit it to an agent or editor! So many aspiring writers struggle to send out their work for fear of criticism or rejection. This is part of the process and cannot be avoided if you want to get published. Second piece of advice – allow yourself to write a crappy first draft. A filled page can be edited, a blank page can’t. Simple!


Thank you for joining me on Arabella's Blog and Chit-Chat, Rachel. You've whetted my appetite and I'm definitely going to have to read A Rebel at Pennington's to find out about Esther's conflict.
All the best, and happy-ever-after writing,
Arabella Sheen
arabellasheen.co.uk



About Rachel Brimble:
In January 2018, she signed a four-book deal with Aria Fiction for a new Edwardian series set in Bath’s finest department store. The first book, The Mistress of Pennington’s released July 2018 with book two coming February 2019.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America and has thousands of social media followers from all over the world. To sign up for her quarterly and new release newsletter, click here to go to her website: https://rachelbrimble.com/

Book Blurb:
One woman’s journey to find herself and help secure the vote. Perfect for fans of the TV series Mr Selfridge and The Paradise.



1911 Bath. Banished from her ancestral home, passionate suffrage campaigner, Esther Stanbury works as a window dresser in Pennington's Department Store. She has hopes and dreams for women's progression and will do anything to help secure the vote.
Owner of the prestigious Phoenix Hotel, Lawrence Culford has what most would view as a successful life. But Lawrence is harbouring shame, resentment and an anger that threatens his future happiness.
When Esther and Lawrence meet their mutual understanding of life's challenges unites them and they are drawn to the possibility of a life of love that neither thought existed.
With the Coronation of King-Emperor George V looming, the atmosphere in Bath is building to fever pitch, as is the suffragists' determination to secure the vote.
Will Esther's rebellious nature lead her to ruin or can they overcome their pasts and look to build a future together?

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