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Sunday, 1 May 2016

The Diary of Narcissa Dunn - Elaine Violette + Giveaway!

Blurb
THE DIARY OF NARCISSA DUNN is a ghostly love story that combines historical fiction with romance and paranormal elements. Set in New England, pre-Civil War, the story deals with racial issues of the time and reveals the complex relationship between a father and daughter. When Olivia’s father tries to force his daughter into an unwanted marriage, mysterious events occur, leaving the family on edge. Meanwhile, Benjamin Pratt, desperately in love with Olivia, discovers an old diary that reveals shocking secrets. He becomes an unwilling messenger, torn between revealing a truth that will shatter her identity and destroy her family, or keep the secret and watch her marry another. Either way, he’s bound to lose her unless a mysterious woman intervenes.

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Biography
Elaine is a veteran English teacher and holds a BS in English Education from the University of CT and an MS in Educational Leadership from Central CT State University. She presently teaches public speaking part time at a local community college. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, CT Romance Writers (CTRWA) and Charter Oak Romance writers (CORW). She resides on the Connecticut shoreline with her golfing husband, Drew, and delights in being a wife, mother, and grandmother.

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Excerpt
 (I love to include meddling, humorous, and often wise aunts or servants in my books. In this excerpt, Lovena, the housemaid, is there for Olivia in every crisis.)

     Lovena’s head snapped toward the sound of the slammed door, nearly dropping the dish she’d just dried. “Livie, what’s wrong?”
     Olivia’s eyes blurred with unshed tears.
     Setting down the dish, Lovena went to her. “You better take a seat and breath. I’m guessin’ you and your beau had a fight.” She led her to a chair.
     “Has he left?” Olivia lips trembled as her eyes darted toward the closed door.
     Lovena walked over to the window that faced the porch, the one she used to keep a cautious eye on her charge. “He’s climbin’ into his carriage and he lookin’ none too happy.”
     Olivia walked to the table and sank into a chair. “William is not my beau though it appears everyone else believes so. He has done a better job courting my father than courting me,” Olivia burst out before covering her mouth and looking toward the parlor.
     “Your father’s gone up to bed. He left me to keep an eye out for you. You look like you need to talk.”
     “William believes it is God’s will we marry. He’s already talked to Father and received his blessing. What was I to say?  Do I even have a voice in the matter?”
     Lovena’s large bosom lifted and sagged. She shook her head. “You been spending time with Mr. Tapley, goin’ for walks and carriage rides. Didn’t you plan to go with him to the spring dance the town been plannin’ after Easter?  In his mind, you and him were courtin’ in a respectful way.”
     “Most of the time he was conversing with Father.” Olivia’s shoulders slumped. Had she led him to believe she was expecting a proposal? “I admit I was flattered by his attentions at first, but I hadn’t considered our relationship went beyond friendship…until recently.”
     “A man’s attentions to a pretty young woman ain’t never a desire for only friendship.” 
     “I hadn’t meant to lead him to thinking I’d want to marry him.” She covered her face with her hands.
     Lovena pushed out a chair and sat beside her. “I think you been enjoyin’ Mr. Tapley’s attentions until the Pratt boy started showin’ up.”
     Olivia couldn’t deny it. At first she was flattered by William’s desire to spend time with her but deeper feelings hadn’t grown, despite the time they spent together. Even his kisses were forgettable. It was so different with Ben. Her heart leaped in her chest the minute she saw him arrive to begin his work. Her body tingled into the depth of her womb when they were together.  
     Lovena wiped away a tear that rolled down Olivia’s cheek. “We can’t control those feelin`s inside, Livie, when the right boy stirs ‘em up.”
     “What am I to do?”  she pleaded. “Father will understand, won’t he? He can’t expect me to agree to marry a man I could never love.”




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Author Links
Elaine’s Website:  www.elaineviolette.com
On Amazon Central for all her books: https://authorcentral.amazon.com/gp/books

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Buy one get one free!

Buy REGAL REWARD, Book One of the Blackstone Brothers’ Saga.  Message me on Facebook with a copy of your receipt, and I’ll send you Book Two for free!   http://amzn.com/B013TRQ9C8


REGAL REWARD Snippet: York Blackstone is obsessed with reclaiming title and lands lost to him when his father is falsely accused of treason.  He’ll make the villain who destroyed his family pay for his evil deeds, even if it means using the woman he loves as a pawn in his quest.


Wednesday, 21 October 2015

New Free Read!





My newest story, Lighthouse, was just released today! It's super short and it's free, so if you've been curious about my writing (or you're eagerly awaiting my next release) check it out...you've got nothing to lose!


It's about a lonely lighthouse keeper, the only beautiful thing in his life, and what happened three days after his wife died...

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Blog Tour - Otherworld




Hi, thanks for joining me on my blog tour. My name's Emma Jane and I'm one of the authors of Otherworld.
Archetypal English toff William "Liam" Barnes is in big trouble. He's borrowed money from Irish gangster Davey McGrath with one simple proviso: get the prism from Matthew Luttrell - seducing him if he has to - and bring it back to him. But the prism isn't with Matthew, and Liam makes a decision he can't undo, meaning he's now twenty thousand pounds in debt to a vicious gangster and has no idea where to find the prism.

That is, until he meets stoic Irishman Jim Henvey, the real owner of the prism, who has a cruel demi-goddess of a mother on the warpath for him. Liam and Jim quickly find themselves tied up in each other's messes, and with more than just the mortal world out to get them, is there any way they can find their way out of a battle between dimensions together and still have time to figure out their feelings for each other? Or will they sink deeper into trouble?
Today, I'm going to talk about Liam. Liam is a spoilt young man from a well-off English family. His father, Nicholas, thinks he's a waste of space. His mother, however, dotes on him. Openly gay and not short on confidence, Liam is definitely not backwards at coming forwards. He often speaks his mind and, even more often, acts before he thinks. Impulsive, passionate, and reckless, with a potty-mouth and a knack for inventive swears, Liam both frustrates and delights love-interest Jim. He has a vulnerable side and can be child-like. He thrives on being loved - love for his father and wanting his father's love being his initial drive.
Liam was hugely fun to write and his character formed quickly in my mind. One of my first inspirations for him was Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas - Oscar Wilde's lover, but he soon became his own character.
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"I suppose you'll be wanting some candyfloss," Jim said, glancing over at him as they neared the entrance. "You look like the type with a sweet tooth."
"Candyfloss makes me horny," Liam said. "If you think you can handle that..."
Jim raised his eyebrows. "That's one way to ruin a childhood treat."
"My dear, everything makes me horny," Liam said, sticking a cigarette between his lips to hide his smile. "Everything."
"I should have guessed," Jim said with a grin. They stopped at a stall, and Jim bought them both a stick of candyfloss. "We're looking for my cousin, by the way. His name's Eoin. Looks like me except with black hair and a bigger nose."
"Handsome," he commented, flicking the cigarette away and peeling a strip from the candyfloss instead. He laughed. "This stuff tastes like shit. Crunchy, sugary shit, I love it."
"It reminds me of being a kid," Jim said, licking his fingers. "I used to save all my pocket money to come here. And if I did run out, I'd, ah, borrow it from some of the less observant patrons."
"You rotten bastard," Liam said, grinning. "I can just imagine it. I bet you looked adorable." They walked past the High Striker, where a weedy-looking man was struggling even to lift the hammer. Liam eyed the guy running the game, checking out his muscular arms, turning to walk backward so he could watch him a little longer.
"Eyes on the road, Buckingham," Jim said, his voice low.
"Look at his arms!" Liam said. "I have a thing for arms." He picked off more candyfloss and popped it into his mouth. "You should have a go at that game, I bet you'd win."



Otherworld is published by Torquere Press. Buy it here
You can follow Emma Jane on Twitter: @emizzy. Follow her blog: http://emmy-j.blogspot.co.uk or visit her website: ejtett.weebly.com
Also by Emma Jane:
The Queen's Guard - a short story published in Torquere's Men in Uniform anthology
Compulsion - a short story published in Dreamspinner's Hot off the Press anthology
Shuttered - a novel published by Dreamspinner Press, due for release December 2014
Also by Liz Powell:
Hunted - a novel published by Manifold Press


Saturday, 16 August 2014

Inspiration


I really feel that this picture deserves a story. I just don't know what it might be, or if I'll even be the one to write it! (Who knows, maybe there already is one!)

Source

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Hot Damn!



Seriously, this is so far up my alley that it comes out the other side.

From Tumblr