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Release Blitz: BEAUTIFUL EXILES by Meg Waite Clayton

The riveting, untold story of Martha Gelhorn, the woman who loved Ernest Hemingway—and who was his equal in every way

 

From New York Times bestselling author Meg Waite Clayton comes a tantalizing, beautifully observed novel about one of the most volatile, electrifying relationships of the 20th Century

 

BEAUTIFUL EXILES

by Meg Waite Clayton

On Sale August 1, 2018

 

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Following on the success of her Langum Prize-honored The Race for Paris and The Wednesday Sisters, one of Entertainment Weekly’s top best friend novels of all time, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Meg Waite Clayton has written a tantalizing, beautifully observed page-turner about one of the most volatile, electrifying relationships of the 20th century, the romance between Martha Gellhorn and Ernest Hemingway.

 

BEAUTIFUL EXILES (Lake Union Publishing; on sale August 1, 2018) opens in Key West, 1936. Headstrong, accomplished journalist Martha Gellhorn is confident with words but less so with men when she meets disheveled literary titan Ernest Hemingway in a dive bar. Their friendship—forged over writing, talk, and family dinners—flourishes into something undeniable in Madrid while they’re covering the Spanish Civil War.

 

Martha reveres him. The very married Hemingway is taken with Martha—her beauty, her ambition, and her fearless spirit. And as Hemingway tells her, the most powerful love stories are

always set against the fury of war. The risks are so much greater. They’re made for each other.

 

With their romance unfolding as they travel the globe, Martha establishes herself as one of the world’s foremost war correspondents, and Hemingway begins the novel that will win him the Nobel Prize for Literature. BEAUTIFUL EXILES is a stirring story of lovers and rivals, of the breathless attraction to power and fame, and of one woman—ahead of her time—claiming her own identity from the wreckage of love.

 

Clayton captures the voice, tenacity, and strength of one of the greatest female writers of the last century, while simultaneously examining one of the biggest names in literature. Through extensive research and creativity, Clayton beautifully weaves together the stories of these two literary icons, and creates a strong female lead whose story is still recognizable and inspiring to women a century later: one of maintaining independence, professional rigor, and self-worth without sabotaging the relationship she’s so convinced she wants.

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Meg Waite Clayton is the New York Times and USA

Today bestselling author of five novels, including the Langum-Prize honored The Race for Paris and

PEN/Bellwether Prize finalist The Language of Light.

Entertainment Weekly named her novel The Wednesday Sisters one of “25 Essential Best Friend Novels” of all time. Clayton has written for the Los Angeles Times, The New York Times, The Washington Post, The San

Francisco Chronicle, San Jose Mercury News, Writer’s Digest, Runner’s World, and public radio. A graduate of the University Michigan and its law school, she now lives

in California. Find her at: http://www.megwaiteclayton.com; facebook.com/novelistmeg; @megwclayton.

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BEAUTIFUL EXILES by Meg Waite Clayton

Lake Union Publishing | August 1, 2018

Hardcover: $24.95 | ISBN: 978-1503900837

eBook: $3.99 | ASIN: B076CJWG7N                            

Praise for Meg Waite Clayton

The Race for Paris

“Well researched and rich with vivid descriptions of wartime France, Clayton skillfully keeps the focus on the characters’ ambitions and personal dilemmas…Many novelists have written about World War II, but Meg Waite Clayton brings a new perspective not only to the war but to the risks endured by journalists and photographers.”

—Ann Weisgarber, writing for the David J. Langum, Sr. Prize for American Historical Fiction

“Ambitious, riveting…Deftly weaving fact and fiction, Clayton captures the texture and cadence of daily life in a world that is anything but ordinary.”

—Christina Baker Kline, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Orphan Train

“I devoured The Race for Paris…Those who enjoyed The Nightingale will want to give this one a look for another perspective on women during the war!”

—Carol Fitzgerald, Bookreporter

“Smart, engrossing, and ultimately heartbreaking…I loved this book.”

—Sara Gruen, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Water for Elephants

“The Race for Paris is an action-packed tale of courage, friendship, and love…Gather your book club and prepare for an intense conversation, as these characters will haunt you long after you turn the final page!”

—Pamela Klinger-Horn, Excelsior Bay Books, from the Indie Next Great Reads List The Language of Light

The Language of Light shines on, a wonderfully knowing action photograph that has emerged from the darkroom as words.”

—James Bready, The Baltimore Sun

“Clayton has an old-fashioned sense of narrative and symbolism … will delight readers searching for a story with meaning, character and drama.”

—Bethanne Kelly Patrick, BookReporter.com

“Clayton has a gift for making her prose and her characters…captivating…As the story develops, The

Language of Light raises enough perplexing questions to keep book clubs talking late into the evening.”

—Cindy Conger, Lincoln Journal Star

“Richly atmospheric, gorgeously written, and filled with characters so real they breathe on the page.”

— Caroline Leavitt, author of Coming Back to Me

 

The Wednesday Sisters

“Readers will be swept up by this moving novel about female friendship and enthralled by the recounting

of a pivotal year in American history as seen through these young women’s eyes.”

—Booklist

“Meg Waite Clayton’s stirring novel will appeal not just to those who secretly wish to be writers, but to anyone with a love of great books; anyone who has felt truly moved by a book or an author; and anyone who has had their dreams bolstered by good and faithful friends.”

—Bronwyn Miller, BookReporter

“This generous and inventive book is a delight to read, an evocation of the power of friendship to sustain, encourage, and embolden us.”

—Karen Joy Fowler, author of The Jane Austen Book Club

The Wednesday Daughters

“Every layer of the novel delivers. Utterly rich and satisfying.”

—Paula McLain, New York Times bestselling author of The Paris Wife

“Fans of The Wednesday Sisters will relish this new work, which intersperses captivating journal entries within its chapters and easily deserves to stand on its own.”

—Margie Scott Tucker in Publisher’s Weekly’s “Galley Talk”

“With delicate, precise strokes, Meg Waite Clayton illustrates and explores the intricate effect of the secrets we keep, even from those we love.”

—Melanie Benjamin, New York Times bestselling author of The Aviator’s Wife

The Four Ms. Bradwells

“Fans of Elizabeth Noble, Ann Hood, Elin Hilderbrand, and other luminaries of female friendship fiction will find much to captivate them.”

—Library Journal

“A stirring and compelling novel about women’s changing roles.”

—Aleksandra Walker, Booklist

“A Must Read … This is not just a story about a group of women, but also a story about generations, about relationships, about the fluid motion of relationships over lifetimes.

—Bonnie Jean Adams, The Chicago Examiner

 

Beautiful ExilesBeautiful Exiles by Meg Waite Clayton

Going into this I had no idea who Martha Gellhorn was.
Now, I know. She was the woman who in the early 1930’s had
an affair with Ernest Hemingway. Him I’ve heard of!
The author did her job providing numerous details about the
couple, locations, wartime and family.
Martha or the many nicknames Ernest called her was an extraordinary
woman, novelist, war correspondent, best friend and Hemingway’s muse.
Not my usual read but it held my attention until midway through
then I closed the book and didn’t return.
Not the authors fault, I just couldn’t connect.

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New Release: The Reluctant Billionaire Bride by Roz Lee

The Reluctant Billionaire Bride

Billionaire Brides Series #3

by Roz Lee

Contemporary Romance

Blurb

There are certain moments in her life that Julie Davis will never forget – like the

moment she realized the numbers on her winning ticket would change her life

forever. And the moment she thought she’d never live to spend a penny of her

winnings. Then there was the moment she kissed Colin Parker and knew there

were things in life money couldn’t buy—like happiness and happily-ever-afters.

Growing up in tiny Butte Plains, Texas, Colin Parker longed for the bright lights

of Nashville to shine on him. Unwilling to let anyone derail his up-and-coming

career, Colin is determined to forget Julie Davis and the promise of the one kiss

they shared, but forgetting isn’t an option. When his career skyrockets he finds

himself longing for home and the woman he let get away. There’s just one

problem—Julie Davis doesn’t want any part of him or his celebrity lifestyle.

 

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Excerpt

Julie glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. Nine a.m. She rolled over and stuffed a pillow over her head to muffle the noise coming from next door. Normally, she’d have been up for hours, checking on the brewing vats, but last night had been another one of those nights. Colin Parker and his infernal kiss had invaded her dreams, and she’d woken in the middle of the night, hot, horny, and unable to get back to sleep until nearly dawn.

The sound of a lawn mower, punctuated by the occasional clunk followed by a loud curse, finally drew her out of bed and to the window. Her room, located at the rear of the house above the kitchen, overlooked the neighboring property.

A shiny new red pickup truck sat in front of the old barn. “I guess he really did buy the place,” she said to Bud who sat in the middle of her bed watching her and probably wondering when she was going to take him out to do his morning duty. She was about to oblige him when Colin Parker, walking behind a lawn mower, turned the corner of his new house.

“Oh. My. Lord.” Jesus, did he have to mow shirtless? Quickly, she stepped to the side so he wouldn’t see her ogling his wide shoulders and six-pack abs. He looked even better than her subconscious had imagined he would look, and she’d thought she’d done a pretty good job, based on her limited exposure to the man. “Honey,” she said to herself, “you weren’t even close.”

Author Bio

USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of twenty erotic romances.

The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean

cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by

Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy

athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.

Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for nearly

four decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters, a son-in-law,

and are the proud grandparents to the cutest little boy ever.

Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A

Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With

roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one

adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road

unworthy of travel.

Roz is a member of New Jersey Romance Writers, Los Angeles Romance

Authors, Liberty State Fiction Writers, and the Authors Guild.

Author website and social media links

Website – http://www.RozLee.net

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New Release: Silent Love: Part 4 (Forbidden Series) by Kenadee Bryant

Title: Silent Love Part 4
Series: Forbidden Series
Author: Kenadee Bryant
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: 
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

It still feels surreal—me and Gage.

Who knew our pretend relationship would turn into something so real and so amazing? What I thought I wanted with Ethan is now something I want with no one but Gage.

He’s everything to me…which is why he can’t know.

I never thought the day would come when Ethan and I actually shared something. But we do. A secret that will destroy Gage—destroy us.

If the truth manages to find its way to the surface, all I can do is pray our love will be strong enough to survive it.

  
Kenadee Bryant- Currently lives in a small town called Mesquite, Nevada. She is going to college to be an English teacher and writes on the side. When she isn’t busy with school work or writing new books she likes to hang out with her family, do things outdoors, and read whatever she can get her hands on. 

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New Release: His Sweetest Sin by Fiona Aina Murphy

Title: His Sweetest Sin
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: BBW Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

 

I can’t believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball wants me. Amelia Bishop, I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors around me. If he hadn’t said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he said my curves are what he wants.
 
Cocky, arrogant, tattooed, with a diamond glinting in his ear, he is no boy. He is all man and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl I’m trying to remember I don’t swoon, sin, or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, those bright blue eyes aren’t safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.
 
As appealing as the idea of being bad with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris is used to strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves, at all. Chris is major league, I would get laughed out of little league.
 
I’m also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is he isn’t worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.
 
Only I can’t deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I’m no longer Chris’s lawyer and it’s open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?
 
***While a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***
 
***Warning***
I don’t like to watch sports, although I do enjoy watching beautiful men sweat. I’ve never read a sports romance before. Chris Baldwin is a man falling in love with a sassy, damaged, curvy woman and he also happens to play baseball. When I started writing, I did do my research. I watched the winning series that inspired the story. I watched a bunch of movies and spent hours on Wikipedia. Then I scrapped the paragraphs waxing lyrical about the love the game and stuck with what I know. My billionaires don’t lay out the inner workings of their deals. I figured less is more. So, please be aware the focus is not the love of the game, it’s on the love story.


The waitress brings us our plates with a smile, asking if we need anything else, and we both decline. I’m not in the mood to eat though, still uneasy from the warning in Chris’s eyes. I hate him for doing this to me, turning me inside out, causing my emotions to run riot with a look or a few words. It feels like he’s playing with me. “I’m really not hungry. I want to go to work. I’m tired of being used as something for you to amuse yourself with.” 

His bark of laughter is loud in the large, empty room. “Me use you? If anyone is using anyone, it’s you using me. Don’t worry, I’ll let you use me.”

I’m blinking fast. “Me, use you?”

“Yes, sugar, you’re using me. Usually, it wouldn’t matter to me why a woman wanted to fuck me as long as she did. I guess today is a day for revelations for the both of us. You didn’t know your pussy gets wet at the idea of being owned, and I didn’t know my cock goes limp at the idea of being used by you.”

I am not hurt by his annoyance, but I do know he’s nuts. “You are seriously not in your right mind. I’m not using you. You’re the one talking dirty, who keeps coming after me. I told you the first time I met you that us hooking up doesn’t make sense and it’s not what I want. How the hell is this on me?” 

He sighs, and I fight the urge to kick him for it. “You eat me up with your eyes; I can smell your pussy wet for me. Your tits swell and sway, and you thrust them out the minute you catch me looking. Fine, I get it, you don’t even realize you’re doing it, but you are doing it. I’m really supposed to just walk away from you? Sugar, since you are so completely clueless, I’ll tell you right now the way you want me—so bad you ache, so bad you can’t think straight, so bad you’re willing to take a chance you never thought you’d take—that kind of want and need doesn’t happen very often, and you aren’t the only one feeling it. 

“What pisses me off is you’re willing to take all I want to give you without giving it back. You’re trying to figure out how to get the cheese out of the trap without setting it off. I’m the bad boy who fucks at will, used to any chick riding my cock and giving orgasms until a woman can’t move from it. So you figure if he’s giving it out to anyone, why not you? That, that’s what pisses me off.

His jaw is tight, his eyes are the color of the arctic in winter, freezing me to the empty, hollow of my chest. “You aren’t willing to be bad, to get dirty. You want to stay the good girl, sweet, kind, never causes a fuss. Shit, woodland creatures probably clean your place while you sit on your perfectly plump ass sipping on your coffee, while you read the day away. Books where there’s nothing more than a proper, close-mouthed kiss before it fades to black, where the men are noble, dickless prisses who ask for kisses instead of taking them. I’m going to be the villain in the story who sneaks in and takes you. You’ll give in without ever giving anything up, not your good girl image, not yourself, just your body.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him. I blink, and tears fall. I hate him even more for sighing at the sight of them. Pushing away from the table, my legs are trembling so badly I feel like I’m fighting to stay standing during an earthquake. I want to make my escape from him, from all of this, but not until it’s clear this is all his damn fault. “So it’s my fault for buying into the image you sold of yourself? I’m to blame because I’m willing to take what you keep telling me you’re willing to give? I told you I’m not on your level, the very first day. You’re major league, and I wouldn’t even make it into the little league. I’ve fucked three men, okay? Three, and each of them miserable experiences that left me questioning if it was over, if it was safe to just crawl away and hide. I don’t know what you want from me to know if I can even give it to you or not. You say a few weeks, then you joke about kids. You fuck with my head until I don’t know—” 

I was so wrapped up in my rant I never saw him move, his hands go down to my hips before bringing me up against him. Oh god, he’s hard, so very hard and pressing into my stomach. Immediately, my knees go weak as I sag against him. His mouth grazes against my ear. “Shh…sugar, take a deep breath. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you even though damn it, Amelia, you started it. Walking in the door spitting fire, cranky as all hell, looking for a fight. Congratulations, you got your wish. I’m never going to be able to deny you what you want—I knew it the minute I laid my eyes on you. 

“Amelia,” This time my name is throbbing with all his frustration. “I need you to be honest with me, and the real hard part here, with yourself. I get that it’s hard for you, for reasons only you know. It doesn’t matter, you need to figure out how. The crappy history with men, that I guessed at, but I never would have thought it was so bad. You make more sense than ever now.

“I’ll slow down, let you catch up. Normally, I’m more patient. You have a way of setting me off faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Take a breath, there you go, another one.” A large warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb wiping tears away. I find the courage to meet his eyes, and the awe in them stuns me. There is no teasing, no anger, nothing but pure awe. “Even crying you’re beautiful.”

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Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me. 
 
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn’t long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn’t sleep without the light on until I was about ten. 
 
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it. 
 
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I’ve gotten better and now I’m writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.

 

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New Release: Clutch by Jack Davenport

Title: Clutch
Series: Burning Saints MC #2
Author: Jack Davenport
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018

The Burning Saints Motorcycle Club is the only family Clutch has known, and violence his only stock and trade. Humanity has handed him nothing but pain struggle, and he’s come to expect even less from it. As an orphan, he’s always found it easier to bond with machines than with people. Now his club family is in danger of losing its way, its identity, even its very existence.
Dr. Gina Gardner is newly single, completely unprepared to mingle, and as it turns out, cannot sing and safely operate a motor vehicle at the same time. What she craves is time away to figure out what she wants. What she just might get, however, is a detour to what she needs.
When Clutch and Gina find themselves at the same crossroad will they speed by each other, collide in a fiery crash, or blaze a new trail together?

Jack Davenport is a true romantic at heart, but he has a rebel’s soul. His writing is passionate, energetic, and often fueled by his true life, fiery romance with author wife, Piper Davenport. A musician by day, his unique perspective into the world of rock stars provides an exciting backdrop for his new romance series.

He currently lives with his wife and two kids in the top left corner of the United States.


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New Release: Dare to Love by Harper Phoenix

Title: Dare to Love
Series: Stone Pack #4
Author: Harper Phoenix
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018


Harrison has never been your average guy. He just didn’t fit the mould. 

His past is behind him and now he has purpose. 
A job. 
And he does it well.
He lives for it and is prepared to die for it. 
He’s damaged but finally accepted. He has everything he needs, or so he thought.
Grace is broken, vulnerable and on the run. Carrying a piece of her past with her, a past she’s desperate to leave behind. 
But as the past and present collide she turns to Harrison for help. 
Could he be the man for her? 
But more importantly can she tame the wolf?

Prologue 

Harrison aged nine. 

Mum has two black eyes and a split lip when I get to the kitchen. 

Dad came home in a bad mood last night. He hurt her bad. I’m still limping from the beating I got too. He didn’t come alone though, and dad took pleasure in watching. His friend always liked me over my mum, and my dad didn’t mind that at all. No matter how much I begged for it to stop, it never did. I wanted to run. But if I tried and he found me, it was always worse. 

Last night, my mum had to strip naked as well as me. I had to watch that too. Dad’s friend took a belt to me, and when I wouldn’t bend over, and I fought to get free, he wrapped the belt around my neck. I passed out. 

I woke up with him inside me, my dad grinning in front of me, while my mum wailed and cried, screaming for them to stop. He was grunting each time he went in. I struggled with all I had, screaming and flailing my arms, so my dad made my mum hold me still until the man was done with me. 

My dad and his friend are passed out in the living room now. I glare at my mum, hatred burning deep in my belly. She starts to whimper and cry. I can’t be here anymore. There has to be somewhere better. This can’t be it. 

‘I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back,’ I tell her in a small whisper. ‘You should come too.’ 

‘Shhhhh! Harry, I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry.’ I shake my head and look her up and down in disgust. I curl my lip and growl in frustration. Why me? 

‘One day, I’m going to come back and kill them and if you’re still here…’ 

‘I have a plan, shhhh, Harry. I know what to do,’ she whispers then in an overly-loud voice adds, ‘go on now and get ready for school.’ I frown at her. Lowering her voice again she says, ‘Don’t take anything that won’t fit in your pocket. Everything is going to be okay, Harrison, I promise.’ 

I do as she asks and go to my room. I don’t have much anyway, so I put on two pairs of socks and pants and do my best to dress in a few layers without looking like the Michelin man. When I’m dressed and back in the kitchen, I watch as she gathers her bag and coat like she does on any normal day. Her eyes widen at me as I open my mouth to say something. Why isn’t she getting her things? I say nothing and walk out of the door without a word. It’s only when we turn the corner at the bottom of the street that she finally speaks. ‘There is a group of people a few miles away. They look out for each other, and they’re like you and your Dad.’ She looks at me, and a small smile comes across her face—not a happy one though, it’s full of pity. I know right then that she isn’t coming with me. I want to want her to come wherever she’s taking me, but also, I don’t. A huge part of me blames her for everything too. 

We travel for hours, and when we get to the place, my mum goes off with a guy into a room and leaves me in a small living room with another man. I’m on alert immediately, wondering what the hell she’s playing at, and when he gets up and comes toward me, I hold my fists up to ward him off. He laughs as he passes and ruffles my hair with his hand. 

‘You want a drink, kid?’ he asks a smile on his face. 

I drop my hands and nod my head. I don’t speak. 

‘Your mother not teach you manners, kid?’ I just look at him as he hands me a can of coke. 

‘Thanks,’ I mumble. I sit back at the table, and he sits with his feet up on it. 

‘Looks like you have a story to tell, kid. If you want to talk, I can listen. Or we can just sit right here until your mother is done.’ Again, I say nothing. Just acknowledge that he’s spoken with a small nod of my head. I have red marks around my neck that cannot be hidden, and I know that’s the reason he’s asking me to talk. But I won’t. Not ever.
I was born and bred in East Yorkshire England, and I still live in my hometown, with my husband and children.


My journey with stories began when I was just a child, I would often scribble down wherever my dreams or imagination took me.

My journey with writing stories, began much later when I became ill and housebound for a period of eighteen months. I decided I would escape real life and become immersed in a story of my creation. With the support of my husband and family my first real story was born. I would stay up night after night tapping the keys of my trusty laptop, while my husband lay sleeping beside me. I was hooked. But it wasn’t as easy as that. My story needed work. A lot of it. And it sat on my computer for some years after that. Later on I decided to embark on another journey. I went to university, where I studied Creative writing and english literature.

I then decided with a new wealth of knowledge that I would once again delve into the world that I had created. I had never forgotten the characters and would often think about what I would have liked to have done with them over the years. I had grown to love them for getting me through a very difficult period in my life, and I wanted other people to read all about them. And so I began to rewrite my book.

It wasn’t until I delved into the ‘Book world’ on facebook that I discovered the ‘Indie book world.’ It’s amazing! So many authors are now being heard publishing this way, and I can only hope that my books will leave a lasting memory for some or all of you readers too!


New Release: The Vision of a Viscountess by Linda Rae Sande

 

The Vision of a Viscountess

The Widowers of the Aristocracy Book 2

By Linda Rae Sande

Genre: Regency romance

 

Blurb

When archaeologist Jasper, Viscount Henley, is caught kissing Marianne, he

marries her despite knowing she’s nearly blind. Determined to show his new

bride the wonders of the Roman world as part of his next expedition to Sicily—

their wedding trip—Jasper will do whatever it takes for her to see more clearly,

even if his own vision is clouded by a revelation.

 

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Excerpt

His phobia forgotten, Jasper weaved his way through the crowd to where the young lady sat, glancing about in search of a companion or chaperone who might introduce them.

“Hello,” she said, coming to her feet in a graceful move that segued into a deep curtsy. Her gown, a column of white silk de Naples embroidered with white silk threads, had obviously been made by one of the best modistes in London. The fact that it was white suggested she was unmarried.

“Hullo,” Jasper managed as he gave a bow. He dared a glance to his left and then to his right. “Pardon me, but I… it looks as if your companion, or chaperone—”

“Aunt,” she interrupted with a sly grin.

“Has gone missing,” he continued, worry evident in his voice. How could such a delectable creature be left alone among the palm trees at the back of Lord Attenborough’s ballroom?

“She’s dancing with Lord Devonville.”

One of Jasper’s eyebrows cocked up. “Ah. Poor thing,” he murmured, not intending for her to actually hear the comment. Her brilliant smile had him a bit mortified when he realized she had heard. Besides the dimple that appeared in her left cheek, her porcelain skin bloomed with a pretty shade of pink while her bright blue eyes focused on him to the point he realized she could see, although perhaps not well. “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Oh, I won’t tell him. I promise,” she countered, her face still displaying an expression of delight.

Jasper blinked. “You know him well enough to tell him should you wish to?” he wondered aloud, daring a glance at the dancers who were still performing the cotillion. They would continue to do so for at least another fifteen minutes.

The young lady nodded. “Devonville is my uncle.”

 

Author Bio

 

A self-described nerd and lover of science, Linda Rae spent many years as a

published technical writer specializing in 3D graphics workstations, software and

3D animation (her movie credits include SHREK and SHREK 2). An interest in

genealogy led to years of research on the Regency era and a desire to write

fiction based in that time.

A fan of action-adventure movies, she can frequently be found at the local

cinema. Although she no longer has any fish, she follows the San Jose Sharks.

She makes her home in Cody, Wyoming. See her upcoming books on her

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