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Published October 10, 2018 by francesothomas

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Rhapsody and Rebellion by Aubrey Wynne

An enduring legacy… A rebellion… A destined love…
Raised in his father’s image—practical and disciplined—there are no gray lines interrupting the Earl of Stanfeld’s black and white world. Until his mother has a dream and begs to return to her Highland home.

Alisabeth was betrothed from the cradle. At seventeen, she marries her best friend and finds happiness if not passion. In less than a year, she’s a widow. Vowing to honor her husband’s memory, she joins his activist group of Glasgow weavers and is soon embroiled in the Radical War of 1820.

Crossing the border into Scotland, Gideon finds his predictable world turned upside down. Folklore, legend, and political unrest intertwine with an unexpected attraction to a feisty Highland beauty. But Lissie doesn’t trust the Englishman or the rising desire between them. When the earl learns of an English plot to stir the Scots into rebellion, he must choose his country or save the clan and the woman that stirs his soul.

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Excerpt :
The sound of horseshoes and carriage wheels crunched in the drive. A moment later, the heavy oak door slammed open. Calum Dalais filled the doorway, wild black curls clinging to his neck and strong jaws, a whip in his hand.
“Let’s go, my lovelies. We dinna know how long this uproar may last.” Sapphire blue glittered with urgency. “I’ve rented a hack to get us out of the city limits. The carriage is too tempting for the rabble.”
Maeve picked up her heavy skirts with one hand, grasped her reticule with the other, and hurried for the door. The footman tossed baggage on top of the hansom then returned to assist Maeve. Her heart beat rapidly as she settled on the frayed padded bench. A far cry from the soft velvet of their own carriage. Maeve had been delighted to accompany her parents to Edinburgh. Now she prayed for the safety of her Highland home.
“What if they stop the carriage? I’m frightened, Calum.” Panic added a shrill pitch to her mother’s voice.
“They’re just hungry and tired of not being heard. I willna let anyone harm come to ye.” Her father’s calm tone soothed both the women. “Now up ye go, Peigi, my love. We’ll be out of here in the blink of an eye.”
He sat across from them, rapped his knuckles against the roof, and the vehicle lurched forward. The horses whinnied in protest and sidestepped men running through the streets and debris flying in their path. Someone tried to hitch a ride on the side of the vehicle. Calum swore under his breath, leaned out the window, and punched the man in the face. The trespasser fell on his arse in the mud, holding his nose with one hand and a waving an angry fist in another.
The sun’s bright rays barely penetrated a dark, narrow alley as the driver took a detour to avoid the throng of rioters. Maeve peeked out the window and saw a glimpse of the square at the end of the backstreet, packed with hundreds of people streaming in from all sides. On a shoddily erected platform hung a noose, with a group of workers balancing what looked like a man on their shoulders. They tied the noose around his neck. One of his arms swayed unnaturally by his side, and she sighed with relief when bits of straw fell from the coat sleeve.
The driver cracked his whip, the hack careened around another corner, and they broke free of the crowd. As the noise subsided, Maeve listened to her parents argue about the political situation that had led to the insurrection. She leaned her head against the hard bench, each rut jerking her neck back and forth. It had been such a long day with little sleep the previous night. Her lids grew heavy, and her mind traveled back to the angry mob as she drifted off.

Praise for Aubrey Wynne:

“Well-written historical romance with a bit of everything – a tragedy, a conflicted hero, a strong and fragile heroine, interesting characters, and a happily ever after.” Amazon verified review

“Best Regency Romance I’ve read in a long time and highly recommend!”
N.N. Light Book Heaven Reviews

“I adored this story. I look forward to reading more in this series.”
Reads2Love Review

“A wonderful romance!”
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Love for sale

Published October 6, 2018 by francesothomas

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Are you looking for new reading material? If so, you are in luck. Go here to find out more. The first book in my Calusa Town Tales, The Lady Is a Mayor, is one of the featured books.

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Mine is contemporary, but there are some historical novels for those who prefer that genre. Take a look. I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like.

Dress for success (#MFRWAuthor)

Published October 5, 2018 by francesothomas

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Here’s another topic I feel I should have an answer for, but I don’t. For week 40 of the MFRW blog hop, I’m supposed to tell the world what I wear when I write. Now, if I wrote first thing in the morning the way I should, I’d be wearing my robe. Since what I actually do is write at various times during the day, I probably am wearing shorts or crop pants and a T shirt. It is Florida after all.

I wonder if I sat at a desk and wore at least semi-professional clothes would it matter? Would my writing be more polished? If I dressed the part, would I be more successful?

I’m guessing it wouldn’t matter. Even if it would matter, I doubt I’d sacrifice my comfort. But wait. Have I hit on a metaphor by accident? Maybe getting out of my comfort zone is exatly what I need.

Hmmm.

For more fashion advice, go here.

Standing on ceremony-not (#MFRWAuthor)

Published September 28, 2018 by francesothomas

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What are my writing rituals? This is the prompt for week 39 in the Marketing for Romance Writers blog hop. I would say I have a non-ritual.

I do have a set place where I do my writing. I sit on the couch with my laptop actually on my lap. This came as a surprise to a friend of mine. Evidently, she feels laptop computers should be placed on a hard surface to be used.

Although I am a musical person, I do not listen to music while I write as I understand some authors do.

I do not have a cup of tea, coffee, or an adult beverage nearby. Except when I do.

I don’t aim for a set number of words in a given session. I don’t write every day or at the same time every day. I know; I know. I should be doing these things. Will I mend my ways? Doubtful.

I can’t wait to read someone else’s rituals here. Clearly, I need some.

Step, ball, change, etc. (#MFRWAuthor)

Published September 21, 2018 by francesothomas

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Another  difficult topic on the blog hop this week: an odd/useless talent. I have some talents I don’t use at present. Does that make them useless? I think not. You never know when a talent will come in handy.

For example, I have rudimentary tap dancing skills. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find a production of “No, No, Nanette” to audition for.

I also can knit. A little. Here in Florida, knit wear is not too popular. If I ever move back to Pennsylvania, I might knit again. After all, I still have my needles. Somewhere.

Back in the day, when I moved into my first apartment, I used to refinish furniture. Now, I don’t have the supplies or a place to do that. I’d still like to though.

For a look at the odd talents of my fellow authors, go here.

 

That stuff in a drawer (#MFRWAuthor)

Published September 14, 2018 by francesothomas

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What do I collect? That’s this week’s blog hop topic. While I have a fair amount of jewelry and scarves, I don’t really consider them collections.

In the past, my husband used to bring me home miniature pewter animal figurines when he went on a trip without me. That happened often. He took a very early retirement, and I was still working and/or going to grad school. Now I have that collection tucked in a drawer because I no longer have a place to display them. To be honest, I regarded them more as his collection than mine.

Nowadays, I guess the closest I come to collecting anything is my computer file of recipes. The funny thing is, I rarely make them more than once if at all. Even when I do use a recipe, I don’t usually follow it to the letter anyway.

So why do I bother to copy and paste them? Maybe hope springs eternal that I’ll use them one day. Or maybe it’s because I spend far too much time thinking about food. <Sigh>

Find out about other collections here.