Blurbs:
WITHIN
A CAPTAIN’S FATE by Lisa Olech
Wherever the tides take you . . .
Guided by the winds of fate,
Henry ‘Ric’ Robbins arrives on a hot June day in Port Royal. But the moment he
sets foot on what should be a pirate’s paradise, he’s driven to steal a woman
destined for slavery, survives the worst natural disaster to ever hit the isle
of Jamaica, and answers the call to be captain of the Scarlet Night.
Jocelyn Beauchamp’s life is one
of privilege—until she is rudely thrown into the hands of pirates. Freed from
the chains of her cloistered society, Jocelyn is drawn to her newfound life at
sea—reckless, thrilling, and utterly unpredictable. And the man who saved her
life not once, but twice—why not do it all over again?
VEILED
IN BLUE by Lynne Connolly
It is up to the Emperors of
London to protect the throne—without risking their hearts…
Governess Eve Merton would have
fallen into serious trouble on her walk home if a handsome stranger had not
stopped to help her. But when Mr. Vernon gives her a lift on his horse, he
makes no secret of his attraction. As a well brought-up young lady, Eve does
her best not to notice, but when he sets about courting her, she knows she’s in
trouble. For she has a secret: she is the daughter of a deposed king, which
means not only is she without a dowry, but also that her life is in danger…
Little does Eve know that Mr.
Vernon has secrets of his own. In truth, his name is Julius, Lord Winterton,
and he’s well aware that Eve is the offspring of the Old Pretender. In order to
save his sister, he must convince Eve to wed—though he wants nothing to do with
love. But as the two grow closer and an attempt is made on Eve’s life, Julius
may realize that fighting his heart’s true desire is a battle most pleasurably
surrendered…
Excerpt from Veiled In Blue:
He swung from the saddle and
reached for her. The horse was too weary to take advantage of his lightened
load and stood patiently while Mr. Vernon slid his hands around her waist and
lifted her effortlessly to the ground. He did not release her immediately.
Eve held the empty basket like a
shield, the only protection she had against more intimate contact.
He smiled down at her. He was half a foot taller than her, if
not more. “Do you think you can take
your own weight, or should I carry you to your door?”
“Sir!” Scandalized, she opened
her eyes wider while heat rushed to her cheeks. The notion of all the residents
of the green watching while he picked her up was unthinkable. Or almost. The
small part remaining was her romantic self, the part she ruthlessly crushed. It
lingered this time to whisper, What if I let him? in the dark recesses of her
mind.
Showing nothing but polite
gratitude, she thanked him kindly. “I daresay you will be away in a few days,
so I doubt we will meet again. So allow me to thank you now. I am deeply
grateful for your help, sir.”
Now, looking directly at him, she
sensed danger lurking in the clean-cut features. This man had a wild edge, well
concealed but there. Intelligence gleamed in his eyes, together with the wry
humor he had displayed during their journey. For one reckless moment, she
thought he might tighten his hold, force her to drop the basket, and kiss her.
His lips were full, eminently kissable. Not that she had much experience.
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October 18: EskieMama Reads
October 19: Louise Lyndon Romance Author Hear Me Roar
October 20: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
October 21: Sharing Links and Wisdom
October 24: Queen of All She Reads
October 25: Fabulous and Brunette
October 26: The Avid Reader
October 27: T's Stuff
October 28: Long and Short Reviews
Author Bio and Links:
Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer
living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves
getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and
hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of
testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power
of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.
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Lynne Connolly
I was born in Leicester, England,
and lived in our cobbler’s shop with my parents and sister. It was an old house
and most definitely haunted, but I didn’t find out until I left that my great
uncle had hung himself in the living room! But I think our ghost might have
been older than that. It was built on the site of the old Roman cemetery, and
the land had been constantly inhabited, being in the centre of town. Then, when
the council bought the house from us to build a road, my grandfather retired
and my father went and worked for the Post Office. My mother was a sample
machinist; that is, she worked with designers on the prototypes (models or
samples) of garments. So I was very well dressed! We bought a relatively modern
house in the country, and my mother was blissfully happy. It’s all very well
living in a large old house, but it’s a dreadful task to keep it clean and
warm!
My mother's side of the family
are Romany gypsies, although sadly we haven't any of the old trailers that are
so astonishingly beautiful. I was taught to read the Tarot cards, and I usually
use two packs; the Rider pack for simple readings and the Crowley Thoth pack
for the complex stuff. I've always had an interest in the paranormal and it's
been a delight to be able to put some of this into my novels.
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