Thursday, April 4, 2013

Birthday Bash Day 4 - Lynn Lorenz

My 21st Birthday
Well, when I turned 21, it wasn't the big deal it is now. We could drink at 18, so I'd already done the bar thing. In New Orleans, you sort of grow up in bars, so by the time you hit 18, it's not really a big deal. Every neighborhood has its share of bars - all with food - so you go out with your parents as a kid, go to the bar and eat. Everyone is eating and drinking. No biggie.

But at the time I was dating this guy - had been for a year or so - and he gave me this particularly heinous purple crocheted shawl - something like your grandmother would wear. I HATED it. So my best friend and I tried to think of what to do with it - dye it, lose it on the streetcar, have the dog eat it... I decided to just return it. Why waste his money, right?

So I go to the store where he got it in the French Quarter (a place a friend of ours owned) and returned it. Just as I'm at the counter handing it over to the guy, my boyfriend walks in and catches me. He was hurt, pissed and needless to say, my birthday was pretty much ruined, thanks to my thoughtlessness.

It was a hard lesson to learn, but now I know - suck it up, smile and wear the damn thing, no matter how ugly - it was given with love and to reject it was to reject the giver.

Now, most people know me from my gay romance books, but I also write some steamy m/f romance also. This is my space regency romance. I wrote it for my husband, a huge sci-fi fan. He encouraged me and helped me with the science, which I appreciate to no end.

I hope you’ll enjoy Brett, the ex-Marine, daughter of the ambassador, and her exploits. It’s sort of 24 meets Jane Austin, with a female Jack Bauer.


The Ambassador's Daughter

Etopia Publishing
Futuristic Romance
She’s not what he expected and he’s everything she never needed. Together, they’ll save a planet.

For Brett Butler, following in her father's footsteps has been easy. When she's called to take her mother's place as her father's, retired space general Jonathan Butler, social secretary, she finds her late mother’s high heels difficult.

Fitting in isn't Brett's strong suit, she's more a leader, but if she's to find a new life on the planet New Commonwealth among it's aristocrats, long gowns, and courtly manners, she'll have to do a lot of bending.

But what's a former Old Earth Marine supposed to do, when intrigue, danger and weapons of mass destruction keep getting in the way of her new romance?

And what is Jonathan Butler supposed to do about the lovely Lady Diane, the first woman to tempt him since the death of his beloved wife four years ago?

Especially when Brett's fallen for Lady Diane's son, Lord Stephen Brandon.

“Now, Brett. Let’s knock ‘em dead,” Ambassador Jonathan Butler whispered into his daughter’s right ear. She tucked her long black hair behind her ear, a recent habit she'd picked up in order to hear him better.

“Right, sir. Weapons locked and loaded.” She reached out to straighten his red ascot and run her hand down the lapel of his suit. The black tails looked good on him. The man was built to wear a uniform, and it didn’t matter which one it was.

“You present the gifts, Brett. You know I hate that sort of thing.”

“I’d planned on it.”

“It’s only fair after all; you selected them.” He touched her chin with the back of his hand and winked. “I would have brought them something awful, like a stuffed buffalo head.”

“Not the one on the wall of the library back home? That’s your favorite! You wouldn’t have parted with Old Bill, would you?”

“And give up great-great-great Grandfather’s trophy? Not for all the ambassadorships in the galaxy.” He shook his head.

“It’s time to go in.” Brett motioned to the servant who was waiting for them to enter the ballroom.

“Right. Damn the torpedoes,” he intoned in her ear.

“Full speed ahead,” she answered as they stepped through the carved double doors and into the Grand Ballroom.
* * *
“Good Lord, Brandon, who is this?” Johann leaned over to his cousin.

Stephen looked up. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen stood in the doorway on the arm of an older man; the ambassador from Earth, if he recognized the insignia on the sash correctly.

“I have no idea. The new ambassador’s wife?” Stephen asked. Breathe, boy.

“Lucky bastard.” Johann looked closer. “No, too young. The man must be her father.”

“God, I hope so. I’ll slit my throat if she’s married to him.” Stephen looked for a place to put down his drink. He found an empty tray on a stand and left his glass there. Taking a quick look at himself in the reflective glass of the garden doors, he tried to get that lock of hair that always fell over his brow to stay put.

It seemed his hair did not intend to humor him in his moment of need.

Turning back to the crowd and taking his place at Johann’s side, Stephen watched the young woman and the ambassador make their way toward the ceremony hall, stopping every now and then to speak to various people.

“Stop her, Cousin. Introduce us, in the name of God and my grandfather,” Stephen whispered hoarsely.

“Practically no difference there.” Johann snorted. “You’re pathetic, Cousin. The first fresh pretty face you see in a year, and you’re falling over yourself to get to her. Look around, man. You’re not the only one.” Johann motioned with his drink around the ballroom. Conversation in the room had halted as everyone turned and stared at the pair.

“Good Lord! Has she no sense of propriety?” Helena joined her husband to stand at his elbow. “What is she wearing?”

Stephen took his eyes off the stranger’s face and looked at her clothes. The suit she wore looked like some sort of leather, black and white with silver buttons. Long fringe ran down the underarms and across the back of her long fitted jacket and dangled from the hem of her knee length riding skirt to the tops of her boots. Her black-tooled boots were trimmed in silver on the toes and heels.

Stephen’s face broke into a wide grin. “A riding skirt and boots, I believe.”

“Good Lord,” Helena said with a gasp.

The young woman had pulled her waist length black hair back on one side and held it in place with a silver and turquoise jeweled comb. The other side fell loose. The color of the turquoise matched perfectly her blue-green eyes.

“Well, she’s like no one I’ve ever seen,” Johann admitted.

“She’s so exotic,” Stephen murmured. “So very off world.”

“She’ll never fit in here. She’s doomed,” Helena declared, and everyone nodded.

“Then, we must save her.” Stephen stepped forward.

One lucky commenter will win a copy of The Ambassador's Daughter in their choice of format. Giveaway ends April 30.

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Author Bio:
Lynn Lorenz lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like long horns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers. Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.

Her traditional romance books are available at:

Amber Quill Press
Liquid Silver Books
Passion In Print


  1. THE BEST VACATION THAT NEVER WAS is one of my all-time favorites (ooh, Jason!), and I admit I didn't know about Lynn's m/f! Need to check this one out...

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  2. I loved your story. that is shy I never return anything.
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  3. Thank you for your honest thoughts and sincere advice.
    Liked the excerpt too
    Sydney W

  4. Very good lesson! :) Love the excerpt!

  5. That's a very important lesson to learn, thanks for sharing.


  6. Your boyfriend coming in while you were handing over the shawl was so coincidental and must of felt like a scene in a movie or TV show that you couldn't believe was happening.

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  7. Loved the excerpt.Thanks for the chance to win.


  8. I know I would have felt like a heel if that ever happened to me but, lesson learned and thank you for the great advice and for sharing such a personal episode of your life.

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  9. Thank you for the advice and for sharing this personal story of yours.

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  10. Love the excerpt. Will watch for the book.

  11. WOW, that excerpt was very intriguing. I am not normally one for m/f romance in an online book however that sounds very interesting. Looking forward to it.