I came to romance early. And by that I mean, I was interested in boys from the age of 4 to, well, now! At 4, my next door neighbor was Robert, who was an older man of 5. I would call over the fence, … Read the rest »
Susan killed Larry with a knife. Or did she only imagine it? The knife is real and the blade is sharp; there might be a touch of gypsy magic in the blade. You decide.
Click on the knife, fill in the form, and keep going in your quest for all the different ways to kill a Larry. Good luck and happy hunting!
Four novellas by four bestselling Regency historical authors!
In Chasing Miss Montford, Elaine Montford is a debutante on the hunt for a titled husband. Then again, who isn't? Roger Ellery of the 10th Regiment of Light Dragoons is not titled, not looking for a wife, and not the man Elaine has been taught to want. How unfortunate for everyone that she does. Want him, that is. With Sophia Dalby helping (just a little), Roger and Elaine discover that you don't always know what you want. Until he chases you through Hyde Park.
Another Courtesan novella! Emeline Harlow has loved Kit her whole life and is going to marry him. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to realize that. She's in London for the 1804 Season. He's in London for the 1804 Season. She's looking for a husband. He's not looking for a wife, but what man is? Emeline has her work cut out for her, getting Kit to realize he's in love with her and then getting him to the altar, but Emeline is more than a match for Kit. She's known him her whole life, after all. She's going to use all that knowledge to advantage. What woman wouldn't?
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I want to make you laugh. That's my goal when writing my Regency romance novels.
I want to make you smile, chuckle, giggle, grin when reading about the ultra rich and powerful (and often ridiculous) in 1804 London. I'm not trying to make you fall in love with the hero. I'm not trying to make you nervous that the h/h won't get together. I'm not trying to make you cry at a deep, dark black moment. I'm only trying to make you laugh at the stumbles and fumbles on the road to true and lasting love. I write to make you feel pure joy.
My Regency romances are a battle between the sexes, and the girls always win. That seems fair, right? The battles are funny, bawdy, and full of witty banter. I usually include a fist-fight or two, and the girls don't wring their hands in alarm to see their man get thunked; they smile in delight to see the man they've been tormenting throw a punch. Or take a punch. The poor sap deserves a few bruises for being so dense as to not sweep the appropriate girl off her very eager feet. The cast of characters is large and nearly all of them have a point of view, usually about the h/h, usually funny, usually as self-interested as the average person. What's that quote? That we're all the heroes of our own stories? Each of my characters is the star of their own show. They don't exist in the story to play second banana to the hero or heroine, and that adds to the humor of every situation, and that's the whole idea.
The stories in More Courtesan Chronicles aren't your mother's romance novels. If you want the standard romance formula, you won't find it in Sophia's white salon. And that seems so appropriate somehow.
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Anne Staverton started life in a brothel. Her mother, beautiful and without a ruthless bone in her body, struggled out of the brothel and into the life of a courtesan. She was not very successful at it, lacking the ruthless streak so necessary to … Read the rest »
Life’s fast. Days are hectic. Lunch Hour Love Stories is for those days when you only have time for a nibble of romance. These short stories, by your very favorite romance authors, are designed to be consumed during the school pick-up line and the … Read the rest »
What is it?
It’s a coalition of successful and popular authors. It’s a place where readers can visit with authors familiar to them and discover new authors to love. And sometimes, Red Door authors (Reddorians), join forces to put together an anthology.… Read the rest »