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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Sara Reyes | New, Updated, Reissue...or a Cheat?

Sara's book shelfOn Sara's Bookshelf: Mary Balogh classics and latest from Jacqueline Winspear
Last week I whined, moaned and generally threw a fit over something that usually doesn't bother me too much -- reading a series out of order. And let me tell you, my friends and acquaintances heard it over and over. I was SO unhappy and felt the need to share. Aren't you lucky you only had to read about it? Trust me, you should be! But during all my whining I must admit that I continued to read Christine Warren's books. I've now finished all that are available (still missing the two which were released as e-book and not yet "rewritten") and I've got some semblance of order in my mind. I've also had a few good hours of reading enjoyment. And in the end, isn't that what is important?

But my moaning to others brings to mind, how do you feel about books that are initially issued in a format and then re-written or expanded into another format and you as the unsuspecting reader purchase said "new" book? Are you upset? Do you take it in stride? Happy to have more material? Or do you feel the original is enough, thank you!

The topic came up at book club and it's been something I've stewed over for years. It's not anything new with the popularity of ebooks, many previously published series books have been expanded or updated and have new titles slapped on them and issued as "new." For those of us who had read the original this is very aggravating and annoying, for those who never read the original, it's no big deal. However, it will happen to them. History does repeat itself.

So, if something is "updated" do you want to know, say, on the copyright page? The back cover? The front cover? Clearly listed on the author's website? Or do you just not care?

Sara ReyesUntil next time...Get out there and READ a book...
Sara Reyes
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PSS a big thank you to all who helped me try to piece together a reading order of Christine Warren's Others books. I won't say we achieved complete success but we've made a serious and workable dent!

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Friday, April 23, 2010

Jen's Jewels | Interview with Holly LeCraw

Holly LeCrawTHE SWIMMING POOLHave you ever wondered what your parents were like as a newly married couple before they had kids?  Sure, we’ve all seen the photographs from their pre-parenthood days and have heard the story of how they met, but that doesn’t really tell us anything. Was theirs a whirlwind romance that would make you swoon? Or, was it filled with tumultuous times that tested the strength of their love?

This month’s Jen’s Jewels Holly LeCraw explores a sister and brother’s intense struggle to come to terms with the haunting revelations from their parents’ past in her debut novel, THE SWIMMING POOL.  Splashing on the scene with her expertly written book of dives and dips and twists and turns, this psychological tale will keep you up until the wee hours of the morning.  Mark my words…Holly LeCraw is the new IT girl in the publishing world!

As part of this interview, Doubleday, a division of Random House, has generously donated 5 copies for you, my lucky readers, to win. So, don’t forget to look for the trivia question at the end. And as always, thanks for making Jen’s Jewels a part of your reading adventure.

Jen: As a debut novelist, the story behind the path that led to publication can be just as fascinating as the novel itself.  So that my readers may have a better understanding of the woman behind the words, please share with us your educational and professional background.

Holly:  I don’t know about fascinating….the path has consisted of working hard, alone, in little rooms, for a long time.  Also, battling myself for a long time--that is, learning how to get out of my own way, and to trust the results.

I have a degree in English from Duke and a master’s in English from Tufts--an M.A., not an MFA.  My original intent was to get a Ph.D. and go into academia, but I realized that was the wrong place for me.  I did go to writing workshops at Bennington (back when it was a summer program), the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, and a few other places.

When I first got out of school, I worked briefly in publishing, but once I realized I wanted to write, I started waitressing and temping and things like that.  In retrospect I’m not sure that was the best route, but at the time I couldn’t envision putting my creative energies into both a job and writing.  Then I started having kids and became a stay-at-home mom, and fit writing in wherever I could.

Jen: Describe for us your “Ah! Ha!” moment when the decision to pursue a career in writing became a reality.

Holly:  For a long time I didn’t think of it as a career--because “career” connotes “money,” which I definitely was not making from writing.  And, also, a sense of legitimacy that took a long time for me to feel.  But one answer to your question is that there were a series of moments when I proved to myself, over and over again, that I was miserable if I wasn’t writing.  I thought that in order to be a grownup you had to work in an office and wear high heels and be otherwise respectable, but whenever I tried to be that person I failed miserably, so I finally threw in the towel.

The first true artistic “ah-ha” moment I had was when I was writing a story called “August,” about seven or eight years ago.  This was after I had spent years writing a not-very-good novel, and had finally put it aside.  I had three little children and not much time; I was pretty discouraged.  But I had started this story, and I guess because I figured I had nothing to lose, I was being freer about it--I didn’t know where it was going at all.  I had some images in my head, and I was just swimming from one to the next.

One afternoon I was working and realized I just had a few minutes before I had to leave to pick up kids.  Normally I would have stopped, but I decided to press on, what the hell--and then, all the sudden, I had finished the story.  I hadn’t even known I was near the end.  And the end was a complete surprise to me; but it was perfect.  That was the first time that I really got out of my own way--that I had not tried to control every word before it came out.

That story was nominated for a Pushcart, and led to some wonderful things.  And I remember that moment, sitting at my desk, looking at those words I had just written, going, “Oh.  So that’s how it works.”

Jen: Your debut novel entitled THE SWIMMING POOL has made a definite splash in the publishing world.  An intricate storyline layered with emotionally charged characters makes this book a must-read.  I could not put it down. Bravo! How did you arrive at the premise?

Holly:  It started with Jed and Callie, the brother and sister.  I knew their mother had died, and they didn’t know who had killed her.  I thought it was a short story.  And then my husband took the kids away for a weekend, and in that lovely quiet the basic outline of the book appeared.  The key was Marcella; she was a very small, ancillary character for about three minutes, and then I realized she was major.

Jen: As I mentioned, your book is a story within a story. Let’s start by dissecting its parts. Betsy and Cecil McClatchey have a typical country club marriage. From the outside, it looks as if they lead an idyllic life. Yet, one day Cecil dares to cross the line and has an affair. What is the catalyst that leads him towards the path of self-destruction?

Holly:  I don’t want to say it’s a garden-variety midlife crisis--although maybe it is.  Actually, I think midlife crises aren’t garden-variety all the time.  I think they can be profound existential crises.  You’re confronting the idea of mortality and realizing it might be too late to reinvent yourself, and realizing all the decisions you made that you didn’t even realize were decisions at the time.  Some people panic and throw everything away.  I’ve seen it.  I don’t want to play to stereotypes, but it seems like men panic much more easily.

I have to confess that I have the least sympathy for Cecil of any of my characters.  I had to work hard to understand him--because Marcella falls in love with him, and I had to respect that, and respect him.  People have affairs all the time, and usually they’re not evil people.  But a betrayal like that, especially in what is a good, solid marriage, is just incomprehensible to me personally.  So I had to work very hard to try and figure it out.  I think Cecil just decided he hadn’t taken enough risks.  He had always played by the rules, and he began to wonder what would happen if he didn’t.  I think Betsy could also sometimes be rather closed; she is almost frighteningly self-sufficient.  I think he was attracted to Marcella’s vulnerability, because it was so different from Betsy, and made him feel useful, and powerful.

Jen: Why does Betsy choose not to confront Cecil even though she is well aware of his indiscretion?

Holly:  Well, she’s aware, in an intuitive way, but she doesn’t have any concrete evidence.  And it’s really only right before the end of her life that she admits to herself that she knows.  This just occurred to me, but I think she’s like Elizabeth Edwards was for a long time (or the public perception of her, anyway)--she’s just going to rise above, and hope this bad thing goes away.  Betsy is a very orderly person; this is the ultimate disorder, and she is just not prepared to face it head on.

Jen: Within a blink of an eye, everything changes when Betsy is brutally murdered by an intruder in her own home.  How does Cecil’s decision to not expose his affair, even though it would prove his innocence, affect his relation with his daughter, Callie? And, with his son, Jed?

Holly:  I think Cecil is so shattered he is not thinking clearly.  He can’t connect A to B.  He assumes that his children will know he’s innocent, and by the time he realizes that maybe that isn’t the case, he feels powerless to do anything about it.  His feelings for Marcella are completely eclipsed by what has happened to Betsy; he decided at the beginning not to tell anyone, because it seemed irrelevant to him and because it seemed like a betrayal of Betsy, and later he doesn’t have the wherewithal to revisit that decision.  He traps himself.  And when he dies, he leaves Callie and Jed in the trap.

Jen: Years later, Callie and Jed are still suffering due to the circumstances surrounding both of their parents’ deaths.  (Cecil dies not long after Betsy’s murder.) When Jed accidentally finds an old bathing suit hidden in their summer home, what makes him search out the owner? Or, is it simply a subconscious effort to bring the past back into the present?

Holly:  The book takes place, as books do, when the characters are at a crisis point.  Their parents died seven years ago, but the premature birth of Callie’s daughter has pushed Callie to the brink.  Jed senses this, and he is ready to join her there--ready to shake himself out of his emotional paralysis.  The bathing suit reminds him of a time when he still felt life held endless possibility--and, incidentally, when he was attracted to someone, which he hasn’t truly been in a long time.

Jen: Marcella is a troubled woman whose life has been a series of disappointing events that have stripped her of all semblance of self-worth. Quite simply, she is an empty shell yearning for love.  When Jed shows up on her doorstep looking for answers, why does she choose to open Pandora’s Box?

Holly:  That is a very, very good question.  Maybe a bit of a chicken and egg situation.  The first answer is that they have a powerful sexual attraction from the beginning--but why?  Honestly, it is something I didn’t want to examine in too analytical a way when I was writing it.  It holds a magic that I didn’t want to parse away.  Their relationship is taboo, definitely; it has quite an Oedipal tinge.  Jed has lost his mother (who, however, was nothing at all like Marcella), and Marcella never had the son she longed for so desperately.  She doesn’t think of him as a son, but that suggestion is there.

But at the same time, they’re equals.  They’re mourning the same person, the same situation, and they’re both so broken.  It’s possible that each was the only one that could have brought the other forward.

I think Marcella also might initially give in to Jed partially out of guilt.  She feels she has helped to wound him, and so wants to comfort him.  Which she does.  He hasn’t been able to love anyone, really, since his parents died, until he reconnects with her.

Jen: When Marcella reveals the details of her relationship with Cecil, how does Jed’s opinion of his dad change? Or, does it? Is he more sympathetic or critical of his father’s imperfections?

Holly:  I think Jed hasn’t been able to mourn either of his parents fully, because of the ways he lost them--that’s why he is so stuck.  With his father, he has been stuck in rage.  When Jed finds out about his father’s affair, in an odd way it re-humanizes Cecil for him.  Jed is disgusted and devastated, but his father also becomes less monolithic in his mind, and that is the beginning of being able to really see what he lost.

Jen: The wounded soul in this story is poor Callie.  Unable to accept the fact that her parents are dead, she barely exists in a world that has shown her no mercy. How is her relationship with her husband Billy a direct correlation to the way in which she views the atrocities in her life?

Holly:  That’s a very interesting question.  In some ways she has been much more functional than Jed since they lost their parents--she’s gotten married, had children.  I think though that her relationship with Billy is quite shallow--just as probably all her relationships are shallow at this point, except with Jed.  She is a great one for soldiering on, like Betsy, and what happens during this book is that she finally cracks under the pressure.  Being a trouper like that requires a lot of energy directed outward and not much inward, and that’s not sustainable for Callie.

Jen: Without giving too much away, how does Marcella’s new relationship with her ex-husband Anthony help her to reconnect with her daughter?

Holly:  I don’t think it’s her relationship with Anthony so much as the fruits of her relationship with Jed--she begins to wake up, to be able to see other people, to feel some agency.  She begins to dwell less on her losses and the things she never had, and to look instead at the things she does--namely, her daughter.  She’s also able to reconsider her relationship with her own mother, who died when she was about Toni’s age, and which had never been very functional; and that helps her to see herself as a mother and to think more clearly about how she and Toni relate.  It goes the other way too--as Marcella begins to thaw, their relationship becomes vital again, to each of them.

When I was writing the book, I was very conscious of the beauty of these people’s lives.  That might sound crazy, given all the tragedy and drama in the book.  But their connections are profound, and they all begin to sense the wonder and depth of their love for each other, both the people they have lost and the people they still have.  I hope that in the end readers feel it is a hopeful story.

Jen: I wish we could talk about the shocking ending, but we can’t. Suffice it to say, my readers will not be disappointed.  So, let’s switch gears and discuss your promotional plans. First of all, do you have a website? If so, please take us on a brief tour.

Holly:  I do have a website-- www.hollylecraw.com.  All the info about the book’s promotion is there, and more about me, and writing the book.  And there are links to friend me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter.

Jen: Are you planning a book tour? Also, will you be participating in author phone chats? And if so, how would my readers go about scheduling one?

Holly:  I am going on tour--I’ll be in Atlanta (where I was born and raised); Seattle; Washington, DC; Nashville; Durham, NC; and Oxford and Jackson, MS.  And I’ll be at a bunch of stores here in New England and also on the Cape, where the book is mostly set.

I’d love to do phone chats and book group visits!  The contact info is also on my website.

Jen: Are you currently at work on your next novel? If so, what can you tell us about it?

Holly:  Right now it’s called THE SWEETNESS OF HONEY.  It’s a bit of a Cain-and-Abel story--there are two half-brothers, one middle-aged and one just out of college, and they are both teachers at a prep school in New England.  They each fall in love with the wrong people--and, just to make things interesting, the same people.

Jen: Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to stop by and chat with my readers. What a powerful and well-written novel! I do believe this is only the beginning of a long, successful career. Best of luck!

Holly: Thank you so much.  You asked wonderful questions.  And I certainly hope you’re right.

I hope you have enjoyed my interview with Holly. Please stop by your favorite bookstore or local library branch and pick up a copy of THE SWIMMING POOL today. Better yet, would you like to win one instead?

Okay, FIVE readers who enter the Fresh Fiction contest regarding this interview with the correct answer to the following trivia question will be winners! Good luck!

What is the working title of Holly’s next book?

Next month, I will be bringing to you my interview with Gil McNeil, author of NEEDLES AND PEARLS.  You won’t want to miss it.

Until next time…

Jen

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KAT MARTIN | A bride trilogy, yes ... "Cinderalla stories", no ...

KAT MARTINRULE'S BRIDEI’ve always wanted to write a bride series. Something romantic with orchids and white lace. For years, I toyed with an idea for a sort of Cinderella story about a duke who accidentally falls in love with the wrong woman. Not his betrothed, the woman he has promised to marry, but his fiancée’s poor relations, a cousin hardly suited to become the wife of a duke. ROYAL’S BRIDE was the result.

From conception, it was a book that involved three brothers, which gave me two more hunky Dewar men in need of the perfect bride. In REESE’S BRIDE, the middle brother, Reese, is the kind of dark, brooding hero I love to write. He is home from the war, retired from the cavalry and forced to live the sedentary life of a country gentleman, the last thing he wants to do. Worse yet, Reese’s next door neighbor is the woman he once loved, a woman who betrayed him by marrying another man.

Elizabeth is now a widow, a forbidden temptation even more powerful than before. Reese definitely has his problems, but so does his younger brother, Rule.

In RULE’S BRIDE, the handsomest, most rakish Dewar brother is shocked to find the young bride he wed in an arranged marriage three years earlier all grown up and sitting in his London living room. Violet Dewar has matured into a delectable little morsel Rule can’t wait to seduce into his bed.

Unfortunately, all Violet wants from Rule is an annulment.
I had great fun writing this series, though the weddings were not all orchids and lace as the ladies and this writer expected. Still, true love is worth the perils the characters must endure. I hope you’ll watch for the Brides’ Trilogy. ROYAL’S BRIDE and REESE's BRIDE are currently available. RULE’S BRIDE will be out the end of April.

Hope you enjoy and very best wishes,
Kat

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Fresh Pick | SHAMELESS by Karen Robards

Shameless

Banning Sisters Trilogy #3

April 2010
On Sale: April 13, 2010
Featuring: Elizabeth Banning; Neil Severin
400 pages
ISBN: 0743410610
EAN: 9780743410618
Hardcover
$25.00

Romance Historical

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Three broken engagements in a search for true love. Elizabeth Banning finds herself risking everything to win the one man who doesn’t want her.

In Regency England, a beautiful young woman finds her life thrown into turmoil by the arrival of a handsome scoundrel. Lady Elizabeth, the youngest and most headstrong of the three Banning sisters, has been engaged three times, and has most scandalously broken off all three engagements. Her fear of becoming any man’s property has kept her from marriage and earned her a reputation in the ton as a heartbreaking flirt.

Neil Severin is a wicked rogue, black of heart and black of reputation. A man of no morals, devoid of compassion, he is a government sanctioned assassin. And his newest target is a man Beth holds dear. When the flame-haired beauty thwarts his plan, Neil exacts his own brand of spicy revenge.

Beth despises him. Neil doesn’t care. But circumstances most unexpectedly throw them together, and with Beth’s life in danger, Neil finds himself in the unexpected role of hero, racing to save her before it’s too late.

What he never expects is the twist fate hands him: instead of his saving her, Beth winds up saving him. When the ruthless organization he works for turns its agents loose on him, only Beth stands between him and a death he thought he didn’t fear.

In a fight for their lives, Neil and Beth travel the British countryside, fleeing the ruthless killers out for Neil’s blood, the men after Beth, and their growing attraction to each other. Can Neil forgive himself for his past and accept Beth’s love? Can Beth overcome her fear and trust Neil? Will she have to choose between him and her family? And most important, can they both survive long enough to begin a new life together?

The third in the Banning Sisters trilogy that began with the New York Times bestsellers Scandalous and Irresistible, Shameless marks a dazzling return to historical fiction for Karen Robards.

Excerpt

She watched him still, her expression severe. “If you are a burglar, I must warn you that you are quite out in your timing: the house is full of people. There is a ball in progress just at this moment, you know. And perhaps this would be a good time to mention, too, that I have only to scream, and a hundred people will instantly come rushing to my aid.”

“Why don’t you, then?” he asked, genuinely curious. He almost wished she would scream. He would be upon her before the sound left her throat, of course, silencing her quickly and forever, his hand pushed by necessity, which would make this easier. It had been many years since he’d felt any hesitation at all about killing anyone, but he was conscious of having to deliberately keep reminding himself that in the name of self-preservation he Read More...

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Fresh Pick | THE SUMMER OF YOU by Kate Noble

The Summer Of You

April 2010 On Sale: April 6, 2010 Featuring: Jane Cummings; Byrne Worth 368 pages ISBN: 0425232395 EAN: 9780425232392 Trade Size $15.00
Romance Historical

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A summer to remember...

From the acclaimed author of Revealed comes a tale of first loves and second chances.

Lady Jane Cummings is certain that her summer is ruined when she is forced to reside at isolated Merrymere Lake with her reckless brother and ailing father. Her fast-paced London society is replaced with a small town grapevine. But one bit of gossip catches Jane's attention- rumors that the lake's brooding new resident is also an elusive highwayman.

Jane must face the much discussed mysterioso after he saves her brother from a pub brawl. She immediately recognizes him from London: Byrne Worth, war hero and apparent hermit-whom she finds strangely charming. The two build a fast friendship, and soon nothing can keep this Lady away from Merrymere's most wanted. Convinced of his innocence, Jane is determined to clear Byrne's name-and maybe have a little fun this summer after all.

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ROSE LERNER | How To Deal With A Tough Critique

ROSE LERNERIN FOR A PENNYI can't remember when I first noticed that Five Stages of Grief are really, really similar to what I go through every week when I get a chapter back from my critique group with comments.

1. Denial.

"Whatever, my chapter is perfect the way it is. I don't really have to change anything."
"She just didn't understand what I'm trying to do."
"Well, A said I needed to fix X, but B said it was okay, so it's probably fine."

2. Anger.

"How dare she say that about my heroine?"
"Don't they realize how hard I worked on this chapter?"
"MEANIES MEANIES MEANIES I HATE YOU!"

3. Bargaining.

"Well, I know in my heart that this scene is under-motivated and lacks conflict like my critique group said, but maybe if I just give the heroine a new hat no one will notice."
"Can I put a band-aid on it?"
"I'll wait until my rough draft is done to make a decision."

4. Depression.

"I'm a terrible writer."
"Why is everything I do such crap?"
"I'll never sell a(nother) book."
"This can't be fixed."

5. Acceptance.

This is the place I have to fight to get to, where I'm able to say, "Look, Rose, this is why you have a critique group. Because no one gets it perfect the first time around." And then I really look at the feedback I got, decide what feels right to me and what I can set aside, and get in there and fix it. Sometimes it's a small fix like changing the POV for a scene or adding a couple sentences of introspection. Sometimes I have to take the entire chapter apart and put it back together from scratch. But no matter how small a fix it is, I never seem to get there without going through the other four stages first.

I used to think I was just a big baby, and that was why. Why couldn't I just woman up and take my criticism with grace and wisdom? But then my therapist mentioned in passing that the stages of grief are really the stages of change. And something clicked.

It makes sense, right? Grief, at its heart, is a response to a major change in your life. It's learning to say goodbye to the way things were and the way you imagined or hoped they would be, and move forward as best you can. But it's not just negative change that provokes that reaction--any change requires adjustment. Writing is an intense, personal process. I love my characters and my stories and I get attached. It's only natural that when someone suggests that I change them, I have to adjust to the idea.

I find that being aware of that helps. I still go through the cycle, but at least I know the end is in sight. (Of course, the most important thing is to never, ever e-mail your critique group while still in the grip of stages 1 and 2, and probably even 3. You'll just be embarrassed later.)

How do you deal with a tough critique?

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Emily B. Rowe | From Pitch to Published

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The nuts and bolts of the writer's toolbox


During the DFW Writer’s Conference writers had a chance to register for a ten minute scheduled appointment to sit down and pitch a piece of their work to an agent. But for first time writers sitting down with an agent for the first time is a heart pounding, stomach flipping experience. I know. I was lucky enough to sit down and talk with Laurie McLean, of the Larsen-Pomada Literary Agents, about one of my literary works.

I had known for a couple weeks which agent I was meeting with. I didn’t feel nervous until the day of my appointment. At fifteen minutes before my appointment I stood outside the room, waiting to be ushered in for the actual sit down had my stomach doing back flips and my heart racing like a galloping horse. I wasn’t alone, nor was I the first to arrive. Other writers were waiting for their turn with their chosen agent. Some were nonchalant, others dressed up for it like an interview, and in a way it was. I spent the entire time telling myself that regardless of what happens I’ll still gain the experience of talking to an agent—all the while hoping that my idea, my story would be up to par. I had a list of rules for myself that changed constantly. Don’t babble, don’t be an idiot, be yourself, no don’t be yourself, talk about it like this, no this.

Walking toward her I felt a little light headed, telling myself that I had a strong story and berating every weakness within the pages, both imagined and real. As I sat down she smiled and said “I like your hat, you must have known to stand out.” I hadn’t been told that, or if I have I don’t remember. “Really,” I answered, stupidly. But it made me less nervous and more confident. After the ten minutes were up, which felt like two minutes to me, it was over. She wanted to see some of my work, not the entire thing, but that didn’t matter to me. All I knew was that someone wanted to read something that I had stressed and sweated over.

So when I arrived home I emailed her what she asked for. Now comes the nerve wracking part. Waiting the six to eight weeks to see if she wants more or isn’t interested, just another step in the publishing process. The entire time telling myself that whatever happens I’ll have learned something new and all the while hoping my characters, my story will be up to par.

Emily B. Rowe

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WENDY HOLDEN | Beautiful People...Hopefully I've Given You A Good Laugh

WENDY HOLDENBEAUTIFUL PEOPLEWhat makes you laugh? I find all sorts of things funny, although they are rarely jokes in the traditional sense. I can only remember one joke in fact - the one about the inflatable headmaster at the inflatable school telling the inflatable boy caught with a needle that not only has he has let the school down; worst of all he’s let himself down. But the best fun is when people are being amusing without knowing it.

In my past as a glossy magazine journalist I worked with some staggering characters (sometimes literally if they’d been on the white wine and, as usual, hadn’t eaten). One editor asked me in all seriousness if I knew the difference between aristocratic legs and those of common people. Another had some good party tips: champagne made your breath smell, canapés were to be avoided because those that fell on the floor were put back on the trays and MTF men were to be avoided at all costs (MTF = Must Touch Flesh). Oh, and Desserts was Stressed in reverse. An assistant of mine once failed to show up to work because she was testing different shades of white paint on the wall of her flat (why it couldn’t wait for the weekend, I don’t know). Another person warned me of the perils of cheap flight on aeroplanes: ‘In Economy you make Enemies, in Club you make Comrades and First you make Friends’. Granted, at the moment, volcanic ash clouds are making it difficult to put this to the test.

But it was the moment when someone in the office described in outraged tones her boyfriend landing his helicopter in her parents’ orchard: "he blew all the petals off the herbaceous border! Mummy was furious!" that I realised I just had to use all this material. I worked some of it into my first novel, SIMPLY DIVINE, but the theme of the hilarity endemic to the glamorous lifestyle has remained a constant in all of my novels. And never more so than BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, which takes a long, amused look at celebrity and the film industry. Here’s a little taste of what you can expect:

The doors flew back, and in, rather to everyone’s amazement, came Belle Murphy, her lavishly lipsticked mouth stretched in a dazzling smile the width of a watermelon.

"Hi guys!" she trilled. The guys waited for a reference to her lateness, followed by an apology. They were disappointed on both counts.

Belle looked, Mitch thought, not only smaller than she appeared on screen-every star looked like that-but even smaller than when he had seen her last. Clearly her relationship with food had got that bit more distant in the meantime. For all the movement and vitality of her presence-the shining hair, the flashing sunglasses, the exposed and prominent rounded domes of her breasts rearing beneath a necklace of very big diamonds-Belle’s body, Mitch estimated, as about the width and thickness of a copy of Vogue. And not a Christmas issue, either.

She looked pretty good, all the same. He noted with relief her clinging grey silk dress with plunging neckline, black high heels, enormous black sunglasses, and the way her cascade of white-blonde hair pushed back from her face and poured over her shoulders as far as her elbows. She was working the high-octane glamour look, as she should be. She was doing that bit right at least.

He shot a timid yet triumphant look at Arlington. Surely even Hollywood’s chillest lizard, however angry, couldn’t be immune to such a tasty piece of ass as this. He took heart when he saw that Arlington was apparently staring at Belle’s breasts.

Arlington was, however, looking at the bag Belle had under her arm. It was huge, heavy with gilt and buckles, and almost as big as she was. He recognised the type without enthusiasm. His fifth wife had had one in every colour. They cost a minimum of two thousand dollars a pop. What was even less appealing to Arlington was the presence in one corner of the bag of a small, brown dog with a very big diamond collar.

It was one of those trembly, skinny, yappy ones, Arlington saw with dislike. It looked restlessly about with enormous and very prominent black eyes. They held a ruthless expression, a look that clearly warned it might go for the throat at any minute. Arlington recognised the expression; it was one he often used himself in business meetings.

Mitch’s expression, meanwhile, was one of abject misery. That Arlington Shorthouse disliked dogs was common knowledge in Hollywood. NBS was the only studio that never put out movies with dogs in them, which were the sort that more or less kept all the other studios afloat.

"Darling!" breathed Belle in her trademark little-girl voice. Holding out her arms, she staggered across the carpet in her high heels towards the burr-walnut desk. "Arl! May I call you that, for short?"

The sound now filled the room of four strangled, horrified coughs. Four minds reverberated with one single thought. She had called him Arl, Mitch realised, cringing. No one called Arlington anything for short. No one ever said "short," and she had done that too. "Short" was not a word that was ever breathed in Arlington’s presence.

Mitch, who knew how the studio head also loathed unscheduled physical interaction, now watched in horror as Belle seized Arlington’s neck with a white hand on which a huge diamond ring glittered. "Mwah! Mwah!" Arlington gasped with pain as her razor cheekbones banged against his smooth and elastic cheeks.

It crossed the screeching, veering chaos of Mitch’s mind that Belle might be drunk.

Belle, having smeared Arlington’s tanned cheeks with red lipstick, now stood unsteadily erect in her five-inch stilettos. She held up the bag with the dog in.

"Gentlemen," she pouted breathily, batting her wide, blue eyes behind her sunglasses.

"I’d like you all to meet Sugar. It’s Sugar’s fault we’re a tiny weeny bit late. I had to take him to the dog beautician for a manicure."

The men in the room stared dumbly. Each and every one of them was familiar with star behaviour. But this woman wasn’t even a star anymore. Mitch stared at the floor, wishing it would not only swallow him up but also mash him to a pulp. He felt he didn’t want to live anymore.

"There you go, precious,"Belle crooned to the dog as she put him on the floor. "You go run about, sweetie." As Sugar immediately shot beneath Arlington’s desk, Belle beamed at the studio head. "See, look. He likes you."

"I don’t like him," Arlington said ominously.

Belle’s megawatt grin abruptly disappeared. Her big mouth, which was painted shiny and red, bunched disapprovingly, and her darkened eyebrows snapped angrily together. "How can you say that? Sugar’s so sensitive. So easily hurt, poor baby." She bent under Arlington’s desk and cooed some endearments. At least he gets to see her tits now, Mitch thought.

"Look, shall we get on with the business?" asked Bob Ricardo, looking at his boss and drumming his calculator with his fingers.

Arlington flexed his stubby hands and stared at his neatly clipped nails. "Look, baby. So you were huge last year. But a year’s a long time in showbiz. You’re losing it, and there are plenty of other girls out there just dying to take your place. Bob?"

"Basically, the bottom line is this. Bloody Mary cost two-hundred and-fifty-million dollars to make, and so far it’s grossed thirty."

"Thirty million?" Belle beamed. "Hey, it’s only been out two weeks. Thirty million’s pretty good."

Bob shook his bony, crop-haired head. "Not thirty million dollars. Thirty dollars. Three-oh."

Mitch gasped. He’d no idea it was this bad. This was historic.

"Thirty?" croaked Belle.

"Thirty," confirmed Bob in his grating tones.

"Thirty dollars! But that’s impossible!" Belle shouted."No one’s ever made..."-—she screwed up her mouth to spit out the words- "thirty freaking dollars on a two-hundred-fifty-million-dollar picture! It’s impossible, right?"

"Wrong," Bob said with relish, his lean fingers gently tapping the white surface of his balance book. "Sure, it’s made a few million, but when you take away the taxes, the costs, and so on, well..."” He pulled a face. "Thirty’s what you’re left with. Which means," he frowned and tapped the large buttons of his calculator, "a deficit of two hundred forty-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and seventy dollars."

Even though he had heard it before, the figure hit him just as hard as it had the first time, right bang slap in the balls. Arlington closed his watering eyes and swallowed. Forget calling this a turkey. It was an outbreak of swine flu. An epidemic of H1N1 right through their balance sheet.

The extent of the damage was still, in fact, coming in. There was some confusion over whether Bloody Mary had been number six or number nine in Moldovia. "It’s the right number, all right," their contact there had reported. "Right now, we’re just establishing what way up it is."

"You got your sums wrong!" Belle gasped, breasts heaving up and down agitatedly. "The critics said my acting was great!"

Arlington pursed his lips. "No one gives a gnat’s snatch about the acting."

From under Arlington’s desk, the dog growled. "I always said we should make a sequel to Marie," Belle declared passionately. "But no one would listen to me." She thumped a skinny fist heavy with diamonds so hard against the prominent bones of her upper chest that it seemed to Mitch that she might snap them.

"We couldn’t do a sequel," Michael J. Seltzer said shortly. "She got her head chopped off in the last one."

Belle glared indignantly at Seltzer. "We should have done Anne Boleyn instead. Or Elizabeth...whatever number she was. The one in the big ruffs. Or Henry the whatever. You know, that powercrazed psycho with the six wives." Belle rolled her eyes. "Six wives! How normal was he?"

The six-times-married Arlington looked predictably thunderous at this. The folly of Bloody Mary struck him anew. Burning desire. What the hell had the studio been thinking of to use that as the film’s catchline?

Or, to be precise, Arlington thought, eyes slitting as he looked at his Creative Head, what had Michael been thinking of? It had been his idea to make the film in the first place; to make it, moreover, not straight and historical, but sex it up, make it like some sixteenth century Catholic Playboy Mansion, with Philip of Spain running around pleasuring everyone from the lady’s maids to the spit boy. He had even pushed for an alternative title, Burn, Baby, Burn, on the grounds that it was more commercial. It had been his decision to take out all the Protestant-versus-Catholic elements on the grounds it might offend people, meaning that nothing made any sense and the executions looked gratuitous.

Belle’s sunglasses, which she had now replaced, flashed defiantly. "Anyway, Bloody Mary did very well in the Ukraine."

"Only because they thought it was about alcohol," replied Bob wearily.

Arlington slid another look at his watch. Shit. He had another fifty meetings scheduled today. This was taking far too long. He looked meaningfully at his head of PR.

Chase McGiven cleared his throat. He sat with one ankle raised to his knee, on which balanced a blue plastic folder he tapped restively with a fountain pen. "Miss Murphy. We’ve been doing some, ahem, qualitative personality research..."-he tapped the folder harder-"which I have right here."

"Some what?" Belle snapped rudely.

"Qualitative personality research is qualitative research concerning a personality," Chase informed Belle. "See what they think of you, in other words."

"Was this really necessary?" Mitch interjected, feeling he should say something, anything, to remind them all he was still here.

Chase ignored him. "According to our research, and, of course, this is confirmed by the figures from Bloody Mary, your popularity is, how can I put this?" He looked thoughtfully at Belle.

"Huge?" prompted Belle.

"Slipping," said Chase.

"Are you sure?" Mitch interjected desperately.

Chase leant back in his chair and put his arms behind his head.

"Her popularity’s at rock bottom."

"Like the takings," interjected Bob, with relish.

The dog began to yap under Arlington’s desk.

"C’mon, Belle. You know it’s true." Chase leant forward.

"People are dropping you from projects left, right, and centre. No film will touch you at the moment. You’ve lost your cosmetics contract, the perfume launch has been decommissioned, and you’re not even being considered for that Disney animation about a worm with issues any more. The part’s gone to Scarlett Johansson."

Mitch’s breakfast came shooting back up his windpipe in a sudden and unexpected manner. He pulled an apologetic face as Belle ripped off her sunglasses and whipped round to meet his eyes with blazing balls of blue fire.

"I was gonna tell you," Mitch murmured unhappily.

Chase ploughed on. "Specifically, what our qualitative personality research tells us is that your recent behaviour has played badly with the fans. You’ve misread the zeitgeist."

"I’ve never read the zeitgeist," Belle blustered.

Chase stared at her with such a bewildered expression on his face that Mitch almost felt sorry for him. He had clearly underestimated the scale of the task before him, but then, who hadn’t?

"People don’t want stars like that anymore," the studio PR continued. "Drunken, wild, dressed like hookers..."”

"Hey," interjected Belle indignantly. "It takes a lot of money to look that cheap."

"You gotta calm down," Chase advised. "Get some respect from somewhere. Get yourself some gravitas."

"What sort of ass?"

Mitch wiped the napkin from this morning’s purchase of jelly doughnuts over his perspiring brow. He felt a slight tightness form in the wake of the wipe; sugar crystals, he realised too late. He had frosted his own forehead. "What Chase means," he said to Belle, "is that you need people to take you more seriously."

Belle nodded sarcastically. "Whaddya want me to do, go play Hamlet at the Royal Freaking Shakespeare Company? Huh?"


"Shakespeare. It’s a thought," Arlington admitted.

Belle gasped in angry disbelief. But Chase interrupted.

"Fans these days..." he continued smoothly, "want stars they can respect. Caring stars, loving stars. People who care about the big issues. Global poverty. Families. The environment."

Belle stared at him disbelievingly. "I’m a celebrity. I’m not running for president."

Chase grinned wolfishly. "Belle, let me tell you, you know what you are. Sort of. People expect their stars to have issues these days. Consciences. Just look around. There’s Angelina and Brad there with their rainbow family, Madonna and that little African guy, Clooney and Darfur, Gwyneth Paltrow and, uh, her macrobiotic yoga..."

Belle’s shiny red lips were twisted in a scornful sneer. "So what are you saying? That you want me to-she snorted with disgust- "adopt..."-her eyes rolled incredulously, and she tossed her white hair-"an African baby?"

There was a dead silence.

Arlington’s eyes burned, and his mouth rushed with water. His groin felt suddenly tight, as in moments of extreme sexual excitement. This was the answer. The idea they had been looking for. If anything could turn round Belle’s career and reputation-and she was, after all, one of his most expensive stars-it was this.

"That’s exactly what we want you to do, Belle," he said. "And if you don’t, you’re dumped."

© Wendy Holden, Sourcebooks Landmark, 2010

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A witty, utterly addictive novel from bestselling author Wendy Holden, Beautiful People is a tale wicked in its observations yet buoyant at its heart: an irresistible confection you’ll want to devour immediately.

Darcy-a struggling English rose actress when The Call comes from L.A. An Oscar-tastic director. A movie to make her famous. The hunkiest costar in Hollywood. So why doesn’t she want to go?

Belle-a size-zero film star but she’s in big, fat trouble. Hotter than the earth’s core a year ago, she’s now Tinseltown toast after her last film bombed. Can she get back to the big time?

Emma-a down-to-earth, down-on-her-luck nanny trying to weather London’s cutthroat childcare scene and celebrity mom whirlwinds. What will it take for her to get back in control of her own life?

Jet to London, Hollywood, and Italy; toss in a passionate star chef, a kindhearted paparazzo, and a reluctant male supermodel; and find Wendy Holden at her best-a smash international hit.

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Fresh Pick | SOMETHING SCANDALOUS by Christie Kelley

Something Scandalous


April 2010
On Sale: April 1, 2010
352 pages
ISBN: 142010876X
EAN: 9781420108767
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$6.99

Romance Historical

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Her Shocking Past. . .
Raised as the youngest daughter of the Duke of Kendal, Elizabeth learns a devastating truth on his deathbed: he wasn't her father at all. And because the Duke had no sons, his title and fortune must go to his only male heir: a distant cousin who left England for America long ago. Anticipating the man's imminent occupation of her home, Elizabeth anxiously searches for her mother's diary, and the secret of her paternity. . .

Her Unexpected Future. . .
Arriving in London with his seven siblings, William Atherton intends to sell everything and return to his beloved Virginia farm, and his fiancée, as quickly as possible. But as Elizabeth shows William an England he never knew, and graciously introduces his siblings to London society, it becomes clear the two are meant for each other. Soon, Elizabeth finds herself determined to seduce the man who can save not only her family name but her heart. . .

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London, 1817

As the door to Elizabeth’s home slammed shut, she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. They hadn’t even waited for the butler or footman to open the door and announce them. Loud footsteps preceded their entry. Her heart raced as she attempted to rein in her emotions. Glancing up from her needlework, she watched Richard enter the salon with his wife Caroline following behind him.

“Elizabeth, we have given you six months and still you have refused to comply with my—our simple request,” Caroline said as she sank to the sofa with a deep sigh.

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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

SUSAN MEIER | What I Love About Reading and Writing

SUSAN MEIERMAID FOR MILLIONAIREMy birthday is April 22. The year I turned twenty-two, I was so impressed with the fact that I was turning twenty-two on the twenty-second that I set out to make my birthday a national holiday - or at the very least a local one - greatly annoying my older sister.

Now, there was nothing special about me. I was a single legal secretary with no reason to get her name in the church bulletin, let alone the local paper, let alone a national anything. But I really liked to have a good time.

Who doesn’t at twenty-two?

I wasn’t a bad kid. I wasn’t even wild or deliberately obnoxious. The problem was I hated to be bored.

So I wasn’t surprised eight years later, when I turned thirty and threw a major hissy fit.

My husband said, "What is wrong with you?" I said, "I’m bored and not doing anything I want to do with my life." He said, "What do you want to do?" and I said "Write." And he said "So write."

Who would have guessed that two simple words would not only stave off boredom for the next _ lots of years.. but also start a career that’s been an absolute blast!

For one, I love airports. Going to conferences a few times a year gives me an opportunity to fly and eat five-dollar-a-slice-pizza and pay three dollars for a bottle of juice that should be a dollar-fifty. Who wouldn’t love that?

Second, I adore meeting new people. Conferences and contact with fans over email and at book signings give me a chance to meet tons of people.

Third, it takes a lot of work and energy to write a book and I am never bored.

I write and rewrite every scene. I try different versions of scenes. I write and rewrite my synopsis. Then I create a storyboard to accommodate the changes I make while I’m writing. I research locations. I research occupations. I interview people.

And I do all this while keeping up a house, helping my oldest child (who is disabled) navigate life, being a wife, friend, mom, mentor, sister, aunt and cousin to thousands of people. (That’s an exaggeration, but not a huge one. There are 11 kids in my family. Sixty-three members in my immediate family.)

I love it.

I love getting up before everyone and putting in three or four hours on my stories. I love pouring over details. I love rewriting things, challenging myself to get it right or make it better. I love grammar. I don’t think anyone can know too much about grammar so I’m always reading grammar books. And writing how-tos. I have shelves and shelves of books on writing. And I read and reread them.

Some people might think I’m crazy. I don’t argue. But I’m crazy in love with having the honor of being an author. My goal is to give readers the best possible books. Because, having been a reader for thirty years before I decided to add writer to my list of life duties, I know how much a good book can mean to a reader. I still get chills when I read something that’s above and beyond the other books in its genre. I still sigh with delight. I still become a fan girl when I see my favorite authors.

And I want to give that experience to you. I want you to laugh and cry with me. I want you to cheer for my characters and sigh with relief when they finally realize they are made to be together and that being together will enrich their lives.

I’m sighing now, just thinking about that blissful feeling.

That’s what I try to give readers in every book I write. A little bit of bliss.

I might not be able to make your birthday a national holiday. Heck, I wasn’t successful in making my own a national holiday. But with a little extra effort I can give you bliss.

I think I reached that goal in MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE and MAID FOR THE SINGLE DAD, my first "duet" for Harlequin Romance. The heroines in these two books have been abused. Liz by her father and Ellie by a former boyfriend.

But these two women are the most determined, most generous characters I’ve ever created. Liz owns a business and works to employ women who need a second chance. Ellie has such an accurate sixth sense about people that her friends call her Magic. Both deserve love. So their heroes had to be incredibly special. Cain remodels homes, donating both his time and the supplies to the charity Liz supports. Billionaire Mac is frazzled a hands-on dad for his two adorable children, Lacy a six-year-old and Henry still a baby. I hope you feel the bliss I felt writing that moment in each book when Liz and Ellie finally open their hearts to love again.

Susan

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Fresh Pick | ROGUE IN MY ARMS by Celeste Bradley

Rogue In My Arms

Runaway Brides #2

April 2010
On Sale: March 30, 2010
Featuring: Colin Lambert; Prudence Filby
352 pages
ISBN: 0312943091
EAN: 9780312943097
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$7.99

Romance Historical

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When Sir Colin Lambert learns that the little girl left on the steps of his gentleman’s club belongs to one of its members, he’s filled with hope. Could Melody be the daughter of the beautiful, impulsive actress who broke his heart? Colin is determined to find out with the help of his lost love’s former seamstress, Miss Prudence Filby. But soon, Pru’s disarming manner and seductive voice are stirring all manner of doubts in his mind—as well as some delicious fantasies...

Pru’s only motivation in helping Colin is to reclaim the wages she’s owed. Or at least, it was, before days and nights traveling together draw them into a heated, thrilling intimacy. But as soon as Pru discovers his noble status, she suspects she’s been a fool. To a man of his standing, she can hardly be more than a dalliance, even if their scorching passion makes her long to take center stage in his life—and in his arms...

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Monday, April 19, 2010

Dianna Love | Diana Love is Passionate About...

DIANNA LOVESILENT TRUTHWow, finishing that sentence is going to take some thought. Many years ago I would have simply ended that sentence with "art," because I’ve been a portrait artist since birth.

I still love art, but now I love writing and fishing and motorcycle riding and golf and...my husband.

Isn’t it funny how our passions sometimes change over a lifetime? I’ve always put my all into everything I ever attempted because I don’t know how to do anything half measure, but that doesn’t mean everything I tried became a true passion.

At one time, I played competitive racquetball 4-6 nights a week. Before that I was around a group who rode motocross bikes. Both of these activities I jumped on, pursued, and loved. But I don’t actively pursue those now.

Other things have stayed as part of my life in some form and become true life passions - art and now writing, motorcycles, fishing, and my husband.

I’m passionate about practically everything I do, or I don’t do it for long, but recently I’ve found a new passion. Meeting readers. Up until 2001 when I started writing for the first time, I never expected to meet a reader except in a checkout line at a bookstore. I certainly never expected to meet one from the opposite side of the table at a book signing. These days, I love getting to spend hours with them at our all-night signings when Sherrilyn Kenyon and I are on the road touring. Their stories are amazing and heartwarming.

Now that I spend so much time getting to know characters in our stories I always want to know what they are passionate about, what are their dreams and what are they willing to go to the wall to do in reaching their goals. Their answers will sometimes surprise me, but more often touch my heart when I realize their true passion, just like mine, is not a passing whim, but something they’ll give their all for.

How would you describe YOUR passion? Is it cooking or riding horses or teaching children or developing technology or what?

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Fresh Pick | VICTOR by Julia Templeton

Victor

Rakehells of Rochester #2

April 2010
On Sale: April 1, 2010
Featuring: Victor Rayborne; Lily Winthrop
352 pages
ISBN: 0758238169
EAN: 9780758238160
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$14.00

Romance Erotica Sensual, Romance Historical

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Irresitible desire is his vice...

Three brothers—each as wickedly handsome and scandalous as the next—must wed or surrender their fortunes. They’re the Rayborne men, and their quest for the perfect woman will send them on an unforgettable excursion of pleasure and excitement…

Her Thirst For Passion…

Lily Winthrop’s marriage to her recently deceased husband was a loveless one. She wishes to never wed again. But when she meets the devilishly charming Victor Rayborne, he stirs a scorching hunger deep within her. She yearns to be taken by him, to feel the heat of his body entwined with hers…

His Irresistible Desire…

The fact that Lily is older than him does not deter Victor from seeking out her lovely company. Instead, he finds the alluring woman a welcome breath of fresh air amid the insufferably dull prospects paraded before him in the ton. And when he kisses Lily, an overwhelming lust is ignited—one that begs to consume them beyond all control.

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Chapter One

Victor Rayborne looked out over the grounds of his family’s country estate. It had been a fortnight since his mother had made the announcement that he and his brothers must find brides or lose everything. His eldest sibling, Sinjin, had succeeded in winning the hand of the beautiful Katelyn Davenport, a woman who at the beginning of said party had been engaged to another man.

A man who now lay dead by his own hand.

Releasing a sigh, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Unlike his brother who had fallen in love so quickly, Victor had not found a woman who caught his fancy among the young debutantes that his mother had brought to Claymoore Hall. However, he had found a chaperone who intrigued him.

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Fresh Pick | LADY ARABELLA'S SCANDALOUS MARRIAGE by Carole Mortimer

Lady Arabella's Scandalous Marriage


April 2010
On Sale: April 1, 2010
Featuring: Arabella St. Claire; Darius Wynter
288 pages
ISBN: 0373295871
EAN: 9780373295876
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$5.99

Romance Historical

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You are cordially invited

to the marriage of

Darius Wynter, Duke of Carlyne

Dark and dangerous, Darius has a reputation riddled with unsavory rumor…

to

Lady Arabella St. Claire

Headstrong and feisty, yet more innocent than she'll ever admit…


What is Lady Arabella letting herself in for? Sinister whispers surround the death of Darius's first wife—could Arabella be in jeopardy? Or will the infamous duke prove all of society wrong?

One thing's for sure—after the compromising situation that led to this marriage, Arabella will soon discover the exquisite pleasures of the marriage bed….

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How I have come to hate weddings!' Lady Arabella St Claire muttered inelegantly as her partner in the waltz—a dance still considered slightly risqué by the older members of the ton—swept her assuredly amongst the two hundred or so other wedding guests milling about the candlelit ballroom of St Claire House in London.

'Could that be because in the past year you have been three times the sister of the groom rather than being the bride?' drawled Darius Wynter, the Duke of Carlyne.

Arabella looked up sharply, intending to give him a set-down for the mockery she detected in his cynically bored tone. That was her intention, but instead Arabella found her attention caught and held by the hard and perfect male beauty of his face—a face Arabella had once described to one of her sisters-in-law as being that of Read More...

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SANDI SHILHANEK | Relaxation Techniques...What Works Other Than Reading

Sandi ShilhanekLast week I asked the question when is enough enough? It took me from the days before I asked that question until this past Thursday to finish the print book I was reading when I asked that question. I decided to keep reading it, because I was still dealing with some personal things, and what would happen if those issues interfered with enjoyment of a book by a favorite author?

My friends kept asking why are you still reading that book if you don’t like it, and I kept thinking well, I have to see if it gets better, or if it isn’t better how much worse can it be? Well, unfortunately I found out that it didn’t get better…but I guess that’s life.

Perhaps with the stresses of the last week I would have been better off if I had given up reading and found another way to relax. I did play more than my fair share of online games, and even escaped life with a couple of naps.

Yes, we should discuss what books help us to relax, but let’s be realistic and admit that sometimes a book isn’t quite helping. What other things do you do to relax you when life has you feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Oh…and this week I’ve started a book that I’m really enjoying!

Until next week happy page turning.

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