Excerpts

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The cover of The Cat Came Back The Cat Came Back, Book 1 in the 9 Lives Cozy Mystery Series

“I told him I wanted a divorce from Frank,” Christy said.

Quinn’s arm tightened for a few seconds before he pulled away. “A divorce? Do you think that was wise?”

She shrugged. Even though it was just a hug, she missed the warmth of his body against hers, the strength of his arm holding her secure. “I figured it sounded realistic coming from a woman whose husband deserted her and ran off with another woman.”

Ridgeway, one of seven time travel novels in Swept Through Time Ridgeway

“At ease, soldier.” The voice was deep, rich and resonant. There was a distinct Irish lilt in it that shivered down Jaclyn’s spine. She looked at the owner of the voice and had to resist the urge to jump up herself. Instead she tilted her head back and observed him along the length of his long, slightly bowed legs, past his narrow hips and strong chest to his face. She couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like though, because the early light was behind him and his features were shadowed by the wide brim of a US cavalry hat, circa 1860. Like the sergeant’s, it had an emblem on the front, the crossed sabers of the cavalry. She shivered. These earnest re-enactors certainly put a lot of detail into their pageant.

And they hadn’t advertised it. Was that possible?

Fighting Fate

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Pretender’s Games, Book 1 in the Hearts of Rebellion Series

 

“Why I agreed to come to your party, Miss Tilton,” James said gently. “Why I borrowed Staverton’s snuff box so I would have a way of approaching you that ensured you would be willing to speak to me.”

“Oh,” Thea said, feeling quite silly, but wonderfully flattered. Her voice sounded breathy to her own ears. She wondered if James MacLonan had noticed her lack of composure. “Why did you do those things, Mr. MacLonan?”

His eyes caressed her face. Slowly, he turned her hands so that the palms lay upward. “I could not get you out of my mind,” he said simply. Then he bent and kissed first one palm and then the other with a graceful flourish that spoke of the Continent.

Thea’s breath caught as her heart began to pound, and a strange longing made her want to drift forever in the pleasure of his touch. “James,” she whispered.

Lover’s Knot, Book 2 in the Hearts of Rebellion Series

“I thought you were on your deathbed!”

Philip’s sweet smile warmed his features. “Rumor has, as usual, outdone itself. I promise you, Mistress Leighton, that a month from now I won’t remember this happened.”

Alysa sank down on a chair, clutching her hands together. “I…I really don’t know what to say. I feel like such a fool.”

Philip continued to watch her with warmth in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Mistress Alysa. Indeed, I am flattered that my mishap brought you over here so quickly.”

Alysa was becoming very aware that she was alone in the room with a very handsome man. The light touched his black, shoulder-length hair with gleaming highlights and the figured crimson silk of his garment made his dark skin look more swarthy than it was. His coloring was very much like that of the young King Charles, whom Alysa had always considered to be a very romantic figure of a man.

Philip Hampton did not resemble the young king she remembered, however. Though both shared a thin face, a long, straight nose and a wide mouth with firm, well-shaped lips, it was in expression, more than anything, that Alysa saw a difference. There was no light laughter in Philip’s dark, heavy-lidded eyes and his lips were usually closed tightly together, as if he was keeping secrets. Alysa knew that his mouth could curve upward in a sweet smile that would melt a lady’s heart, but he did not cast his smiles about casually, unlike King Charles, who had smiled often, even in the direst of circumstances. To Alysa, Philip’s rare smile was as priceless as a precious jewel.

Dangerous Desires, Book 3 in the Hearts of Rebellion Series

“You are a very different man from the one I first met in London,” Stephanie murmured, her eyes scanning his hard features. “Then I thought you had abandoned the power and obligations of your position as one of the great nobles of England. But I was wrong, was I not? You have not abdicated your power, you have merely channeled it elsewhere.” Her eyes were shadowed. “To more dangerous places, I think.”

A wry smile quirked on Nicholas’s hard mouth. “You are a fine one to talk of danger, ma chère.”

His accent was perfect, Stephanie noticed at once. “I thought you did not know any French.”

He laughed softly. “A few words.” His lips brushed hers gently. “All the important ones.”

Cover for Fighting Fate