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  • First Kiss Friday with Ruth A. Casie – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. It’s always a pleasure when I can have my dear friend Ruth A. Casie on my blog. Take it away, Ruth, and happy reading, my lovelies!

    A Kiss Measured in Heartbeats: A First Kiss from A Dilemma for the Duke
    By Ruth A. Casie

    I’m delighted to return to First Kiss Friday. Thank you, Sherry, for having me again! Today’s kiss comes from A Dilemma for the Duke, the second book in my Barrington’s Brigade series.

    This is a slow-burn, high-stakes Regency romance filled with stolen glances, secret identities, and a romance that simmers until it can no longer be denied.

    Lady Lora Preston is intelligent, independent, and fiercely committed to social reform. Garrett, Duke Rockford, is a former soldier, disciplined, guarded, and loyal to a fault. He’s returned home on assignment to root out a dangerous conspiracy. She’s hiding the very secrets he’s meant to expose.What begins as a reluctant alliance deepens into something neither of them expected, something dangerous and undeniably real.

    How Their First Kiss Came About

    Lora and Rockford have known each other for years. But the man who has returned from war is different, quieter, more haunted, more restrained.

    They’ve been working together uneasily to investigate a troubling pattern of coded messages and intercepted letters. With danger pressing in, they’ve grown close… but never crossed the line. Until now.

    On a quiet evening, a conversation turns too honest. A long-held silence breaks. And in the stillness that follows, something shifts.

    The First Kiss

    “You’re not what I expected,” he said, voice low.

    “Is that a compliment?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

    His mouth curved slightly. “It’s a truth.”

    She wanted to laugh, but something in his expression made her breath catch. He was rarely this bare, this unshielded. She felt the weight of everything they weren’t saying.

    “You’re not exactly what I expected, either,” she replied softly. “You hide behind your title and your mission. But I see the man beneath.”

    A long pause. Then, “And what do you see?”

    She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.

    Instead, she reached up and touched his hand…just lightly, just enough to still him.

    He didn’t move.

    His fingers curled around hers slowly, deliberately, and he stepped closer.

    When he kissed her, it was with reverence. A brush of lips that deepened, breath by breath, into something warm and sure. He kissed her like a man who had thought about this, wanted this, for far too long.

    Her hands found his coat, clutching it like it was the only thing tethering her to the ground. She could feel the truth of it in her pulse, in his touch, in everything between them.

    When they finally pulled apart, she looked up into his eyes. They were clear, steady, and searching.

    “That was—” she began.

    “A mistake?” he asked, gently.

    She shook her head, a slow smile forming. “No. A beginning.”

    About the Book

    A Dilemma for the Duke

     Book Two in Barrington’s Brigade

    Lady Lora has spent years forging her independence through quiet rebellion, charitable work, and a secret identity that risks everything.

    Duke Rockford’s duty is to protect the realm… and uncover a traitor who may be far closer than anyone suspects. But when suspicion falls on Lora, his heart and honor collide.

    As danger draws nearer and deception deepens, Rockford and Lora must decide whether trust can be rebuilt and whether love is worth the risk.

    This Regency romance is full of tension, secrets, and a love story that builds in the shadows. Perfect for fans of strong heroines, brooding dukes, and high-stakes historical intrigue.

    Available now from Dragonblade Publishing

    Read it in Kindle Unlimited!

    So Far from Barrington’s Brigade

    A Dilemma for the Duke is Book Two in my Barrington’s Brigade series, a collection of Regency romances following six titled men drawn back into danger after the war.

    Each book is a complete romance, with overarching intrigue that ties the Brigade together.

    Book One: A Marriage for the Marquess

    A marriage of convenience, a game of hearts. 

    Ewan must wed to save his inheritance. Juliet needs a husband to escape scandal. Together, they must outwit a secret society before it destroys them both.

    Available here

    Book Two: A Dilemma for the Duke.

    In the shadows of power, can love and truth prevail? 

    Rockford’s duty is to protect the realm. Lora’s secret identity may threaten everything he’s sworn to defend. But when danger strikes, will they choose trust or lose each other?

    Read now

    Book Three, A Redemption for the Baron (Coming, July 2025)

     What began as a battle of wills became a fight for their hearts.

    Another chance at love, another brush with danger, and another member of the Brigade who just might lose his heart.

    A Soundtrack of the Story 
    Want to hear what inspired the mood of these romances?

    After Dark captures the tension and intimacy of the story’s emotional heart.
    Contemporary offers a modern echo of their journey.

    A Marriage for the Marquess
    After Dark Playlist | Contemporary Playlist

    A Dilemma for the Duke
    After Dark Playlist | Contemporary Playlist

    About the Author
    Ruth A. Casie writes stories of honor, adventure, and love, where strong heroines challenge equally strong heroes, and history hides a touch of mystery. She is the author of several beloved romance series, including Barrington’s Brigade and The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea, and contributes to multiple historical romance worlds. When not writing, Ruth enjoys sipping tea, chasing plot twists, and immersing herself in the past.

    Learn more at www.ruthacasie.com



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  • Food in Regency England – Luncheon or Nuncheon

    Food in Regency England – Luncheon or Nuncheon


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • Walking the Valley of of Death: Death Valley National Park

    Walking the Valley of of Death: Death Valley National Park


    Title frame showing sand dunes of Death Valley with brown mountains in the distance.

    When my husband suggested a trip to Death Valley National Park in February, I hesitated. I’m a mountain girl, after all. Give me misty forests, alpine lakes, and snow-dusted peaks, and I’m content. The thought of trading all that for barren salt flats and endless desert seemed… well, a little bleak.

    But what I found there? It took my breath away.

    Campervan Parked at Death Valley's Furnace Creek Campground

    Furnace Creek Campground

    We rolled into Furnace Creek in our Winnebago Solis campervan, the desert sun charging the van’s solar panels while cool breezes threaded through the open windows. There’s something oddly luxurious about winter camping in a place that bakes in summer—like we’d slipped in through a secret backdoor, welcomed by the land before the heat arrived.

    So much to see

    Our days were full of wonder. We hiked the golden Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes, half-hoping to spot a lost droid or two from Star Wars fame (See title photo above). We drove the winding curves of Artist’s Drive, where the rocks are splashed with wild colors—lavender, green, rose, ochre—as if God got playful with a paintbrush.

    Sunset colors the rock formations at Zabrinskie Point

    We watched the sun melt into the horizon at Zabriskie Point, bathing the landscape in molten light. The view was so dramatic, it felt almost sacred. I thought of Psalm 23:4:

    Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. [NASB]

    I find it interesting that in The Message, author Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase of this verse refers to Death Valley by name:

    Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.
    Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure. [MSG]

    Standing there, in a place literally called Death Valley, I didn’t feel fear. I felt awe. And presence. And peace.

    Author Karen Barnett posing with sign for Badwater Basin

    We visited the Natural Bridge, wandered through the salt-encrusted cracks of the Badwater Basin (the lowest point in North America!), and had fun discussing geology. With two advanced degrees in geography between us, you can bet we were totally nerding out. Being in the “lowest place” felt almost poetic—like tracing the contours of Earth’s story with our own feet.

    We tried to spot fighter jets roaring through Rainbow Canyon (aka Star Wars Canyon), but the Air Force didn’t get our memo. Still, the canyon was worth the visit.

    Our favorite hike

    Our favorite hike, hands-down, was the loop around Ubehebe Crater. The crater is massive—half a mile wide and over 700 feet deep—and hiking its rim gave us sweeping views of volcanic drama and desert solitude. The stillness of the place gave a sense of the sacred.

    The People of Death Valley

    Borax Works, Death Valley

    We also made a stop at the Harmony Borax Works, wandering through the remnants of the 20-mule team days. There’s something humbling about the grit and determination it took to survive and work in this landscape. Much of the labor was done by Chinese immigrants who spent long days in the heat scraping borax from the salt flats. At night, they camped on-site in tents and crude shelters while the other employees bunked at nearby Furnace Creek Ranch.

    Final thoughts

    What I expected to be dry and desolate turned out to be deeply moving. Death Valley isn’t barren—it’s honest. Even around the remains of the Borax works, life still clings: desert blooms, curious ravens, resilient lizards. In the park’s wild silence, I found a kind of clarity I hadn’t known I was missing.

    I came home with sand in my shoes, salt on my skin, and a heart full of unexpected gratitude. Sometimes it’s in the starkest places that God reminds us—we’re never truly alone.

    Have you ever visited Death Valley—or a place that surprised you? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!

    Karen



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  • Another catfishing sapphic fiction author

    Another catfishing sapphic fiction author


    I want to make one thing very clear because when the Adam Gaffen scandal happened, some transphobic people tried to blame trans people for what Adam had done. They equated all the lying and catfishing Adam had done with trans women writing sapphic fiction, and I strongly resent and reject that notion.

    To the best of our knowledge, neither Adam nor Sean are trans.

    We’ve combed all of Sean’s social media, and nothing points to him being anything but a cis man who deceived everyone about his identity by posting photos of a woman, claiming to be her. (By the way, I’m using he/him pronouns for Sean because that’s what he’s doing in his social media and blog).

    In fact, in one of his blog posts, he makes a comment that is both misogynist and transphobic, so if he were trans, that would mean he has a lot of internalized transphobia to work through. 

    Of course, we can’t rule it out entirely. Only Sean can know for sure. Whether or not Sean is trans isn’t the issue, though. 

    The trans women who are part of our community as writers and readers are not deceiving anyone. They don’t claim to be women; they are women. For some, it might not be safe to be fully out, but none of them go around posting pictures of someone else and claiming that this is them. They live their lives as authentically as is possible while still trying to stay safe.

    If Sean were trans, he would have every right to write sapphic fiction under a female pen name and to interact with people as a woman.

    If he were struggling with his gender identity, I would have supported using his writing as a tool to explore it. I have friends who only through writing sapphic fiction came to understand that they are not as straight or not as cis as they assumed themselves to be. I think a lot of writers can empathize with that. My writing certainly helped me understand my own identity as a queer woman better too.

    So I wholeheartedly embrace anyone who wants to write sapphic fiction, may they be straight or queer, cis or trans, male or female or nonbinary. I don’t want to gatekeep who gets to write sapphic fiction. I want the doors wide open and support everyone who loves sapphic fiction.

    The only people I want to keep out are those preying on the community, those who think it’s fun to play games with people and build friendships based on lies and deception.

    What Sean did went way beyond a writer possibly exploring their gender through their writing or their pen name. Sabrina lied about everything, not just their gender. Their age. Where they live. Their girlfriend. When photos were taken and by whom. If Sean were trans, he would be a mid-fifties trans woman from Arizona. But he interacted as a 30-year-old woman living in Carlsbad. It was all one big fabrication, and that’s the issue. 

    So please, don’t add more harm to the community by trying to turn this into a trans issue. It’s not.

    The issue isn’t an author’s gender; it’s their harmful behavior—lying and deceiving people for years, undermining the trust within our community.



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  • Discovering Clotted Cream – Donna Hatch

    Discovering Clotted Cream – Donna Hatch


    An Excerpt by Donna Hatch, Regency Romance Author 

    Available on Amazon

    Mrs. Hancock beamed as Alicia reached her side, put an arm around Alicia, and brought her into their circle. “Miss Alicia Palmer, allow me to introduce Lord Amesbury.” 

    Even more devastating up close, Lord Amesbury turned to her. His piercing blue eyes threatened the strength in her knees. Though taller than most ladies, Alicia still had to look up to meet his gaze. No other color existed in those eyes; no green or gray, only deep, dark blue, like the fathomless depths of the ocean. 

    All the other men she had met lately, namely those her uncle insisted she consider for a husband, had taken careful note of her figure. But this gentleman only looked into her eyes. Very deeply. 

    Lord Amesbury inclined his head. “Miss Palmer.” His resonant, bass voice touched her very soul. 

    Alicia met his frank gaze and a sensation she did not quite understand stirred within her until breathing became a conscious effort. Mrs. Hancock discreetly coughed, and Alicia realized she’d been locked in eye contact with the Viscount much longer than appropriate. 

    Unable to pull her eyes away, Alicia sank into a curtsey. “My lord.” 

    No longer merely polite, his smile broadened, warmed, transforming an already handsome face into a perfectly stunning visage. Sensuality radiated off him, not in a manner that left her feeling threatened, but in a way that left her breathless for more. More of what, she did not know. But she wanted to find out. 

    “Miss Palmer,” Lord Amesbury said, “May I have the next dance?” 

    Alicia blinked. She looked back at Elizabeth who smiled encouragingly. Mrs. Hancock also smiled and nodded, but a touch of disappointment tainted her approval, reminding Alicia the dear lady had hoped her own daughter would attract the attention of the very eligible Lord Amesbury. That he’d singled out Alicia seemed a dream. 

    She squelched all hope that she might hold his interest. Surely only politeness motivated him to dance with the plainest girl first. He’d soon turn his attention to the beautiful ladies. 

    Finding her voice, Alicia replied, “I would be delighted, my lord.” 

    As the final notes of the current dance ended and the next began, Lord Amesbury offered his arm. She took it, an unfamiliar quiver beginning in her stomach. The art of dancing, she found as the set began, had not abandoned her as completely as her wits. The handsome viscount danced with athletic grace, his attention focused upon her. The warmth of his hand seeped through their kidskin gloves. He held her gently, firmly. 

    A playful glint touched his sapphire eyes. “I must warn you. Now that we’ve danced, my aunt will take it upon herself to ask you your opinion of me. She will most certainly interrogate me regarding you.” 

    She met those probing eyes and her mouth curved. “Oh? Has your aunt become your self-proclaimed matchmaker?” 

    A wry smile touched his lips. “Of course. I’m thirty and not yet married. She feels it her duty to ensure I produce an heir before I’m too old. Despite my efforts to delay that obligation, she persists.” 

    Alicia nodded, her smile deepening at his indelicate statement. “That is a dilemma.” 

    “Since you and I have only just met, it will be difficult to offer a fair assessment of your character. And if I say anything positive about you, she’ll plan the wedding.” His smile brightened, lighting up his stunning face. 

    Alicia missed her step. Even while dancing with the very handsome Duke of Suttenberg two Seasons ago, such a keen attraction for a man had never overcome her as it did tonight. Yet she was nearly twenty, for heaven’s sake, not a missish schoolgirl! 

    “Your aunt is a strong woman and a kind lady, my lord. I am sure you can reason with her.” 

    “I suppose she possesses a good heart deep, deep down inside, but be truthful; she’s sharp-tongued and outspoken.” 

    She laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “My lord! She might hear you.” 

    He chuckled. “Fear not. We needle each other as frequently as possible. I say worse things to her face. I enjoy watching her squirm and plot a counter- attack.” 

    That reminded her of the playful banter she shared with her cousin Robert. “I don’t recall her ever mentioning you, my lord.” 

    His smile turned self-deprecating. “I’m one of those relations no one mentions.” 





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  • First Kiss Friday with Ramona Elmes – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my blog and another First Kiss Friday! My guest today is Ramona Elmes who has an excerpt from A Rekindled Attraction. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

    Excerpt:

    London – November 1852

    Bennett Hendricks, the Earl of Bromley, had a problem, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to fix it. He stood, hiding in an alcove. The spot was a rather magnificent place to disappear as the alcove was shielded from the ballroom crush by a monstrously large potted plant. He pondered his next steps. His mother, unconcerned with checking with him first, had declared to all the marriage-minded mothers that he was shopping for a bride this season. He. Was. Not.

    Bromley wasn’t against marriage. In truth, he imagined himself married someday. The issue was when he took the time to consider who he would wed, there was only one lady suitable. He frowned. Perhaps suitable was the wrong word. Plenty of ladies would suffice from a society standpoint. But there was only one woman he loved and desired. But until a few weeks ago he’d almost forgotten he desired Leonora Walker.

    Even to himself, it seemed far-fetched that a man could forget his hunger and want for another, but Bromley had done it. It had started when she’d married more than a decade ago. He’d spent many nights convincing himself that what he thought he felt for Leonora was a figment of his imagination until he eventually believed it. Even after she was no longer married, Bromley didn’t allow himself to hope for more than friendship. Then something happened. Something that Leonora didn’t want to speak about, and he suspected, scared her so much, she was now acting as his mother’s full-time assistant in his bride hunt.

    They’d kissed and what was once forgotten became ferociously remembered. It had all been so innocent at first. They’d snuck off to his library to share a drink together, escaping the ball his mother was hosting. From a society standpoint, their actions could be perceived as scandalous, but they weren’t young innocents. Bromley was thirty-three and Leonora was thirty-two.

    They’d entered the room laughing and flopped down on a sofa next to each other. Leonora had brought up some drivel about a lady who would make a fine bride. He’d asked her about a potential new husband for her and she’d blushed, saying her marriage days were over. Gentlemen didn’t marry women who were divorced. It would be too scandalous.

    Still, that wasn’t what sent them careening down this path so different from just being childhood friends. He closed his eyes, remembering.

    “Brom, do you know the worst part?”

    “No, love.”

    “All the years I was married, not once did I feel desired or wanted. Doesn’t that seem dreadful?”

    “You have never shared a kiss with someone other than the man I refuse to call your husband.”

    He looked at her. She was a beautiful woman and had become more stunning with the passage of time. Her blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face and her eyes sparkled. Laughter and merriment often lurked in them. Well, at least it did since she stopped being married to her ass of a husband.

    She shook her head. He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her face towards him. “Leonora, you are a very desirable woman.”

    Her mouth parted and her pink tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip. His body stirred and without thinking of the consequences, he dipped his head down, pressing his lips to hers. Her soft, yielding mouth beckoned him to explore more. He teased her mouth open while pulling her closer. A gasp escaped her, and he snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing an enticing game with her.

    He groaned and moved a hand down her back before caressing her hip. She pulled away, looking at him, bewildered. Her eyes drifted back to his lips, and he leaned in to taste her again. The movement appeared to shock her back to her senses. She jumped up, likely remembering who he was, who she was, and that they did not do these things together. Leonora looked at first as if she would say something, but instead darted from the room.

    Bromley sighed and pushed the memory away. He’d tried to talk to her about the kiss, but she’d said it was best forgotten. The problem was Bromley had barely been able to suppress his feelings for Leonora before she was married. Now, she wasn’t. He scowled. Leonora would never consider anything more between them because she was divorced due to scandalous circumstances. He didn’t give a damn.

    Yes, she was one of the few ladies in the history of England to obtain a divorce, and Parliament likely only granted it so others could save face and forget about the man who swindled the ton. Prior to being carted off to America to pay for crimes there, Leonora’s husband Tobias Walker had taken massive amounts of money from several lords and then promptly spent it, instead of investing it, as he promised. Society wanted to simply forget about the man.

    “I can see you,” the woman he was contemplating said on the other side of the potted plant.

    He grabbed her elbow and pulled her back into the alcove. “How did you spot me?”

    “You are wearing a vibrant green jacket. Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you? We can’t stay here. People will talk if they see us.”

    “Let them talk,” he said mulishly.

    She sighed as if dealing with a child. “You can’t hide here all night, Bennett.”

    He sulked. “Don’t call me that. Only my mother uses that name.”

    Bromley hated his given name and never went by it. He knew she was using it to irritate him.

    She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Still, you need to come out and mingle.”

    “I’ve danced with more ladies this evening than any other man here. I feel like a trinket every lady wants to acquire.”

    Her full lips tilted up in a smirk. “Poor Bromley. Come walk with me at least.”

    “Promise me we will circle the room at least twice without you making me speak to some young lady?”

    She rolled her eyes. “I will do my best.”

    He supposed he couldn’t ask for more than that. He held his arm out and they discreetly moved back into the room. Leonora sighed, “If you are trying to hide from all these ladies, maybe you should tone down your clothing.”

    Bromley was known for wearing rather bold colors. What could he say? He liked them. Everyone looked better to him in vivid hues. His eyes darted to Leonora, who was in a muted rose colored ball gown. His friend looked beautiful, but in a bright red or vivid rose, she’d have men falling all over her. Perhaps, he should be happy she appreciated the art of the subtle.

    “There must be one lady who has struck your fancy?”

    They rounded a corner. He leaned closer. “How about I will share with you my thoughts on ladies, when you talk to me about our incident in my library a few weeks ago?”

    A blush tinged her cheeks. She frowned at him. “It was an unfortunate mistake. We probably had too much brandy.”

    “We’ve had far more brandy together than that.”

    She looked away but finally turned back and whispered, “We shared a moment. It isn’t something that can happen again. We are too good of friends to have a liaison. You need to be focused on finding a respectable match, and I don’t fall into that group.”

    He opened his mouth to disagree with her, but she held up a hand. “No matter what you say, a divorcée is not a true consideration for a proper gentleman. Deep down, you know this. Can we talk about your realistic options?”

    Bromley stopped, causing Leonora to stumble slightly. He helped steady her, then frowned down at her. “Who gets to decide that? I’m not sure I agree with you.”

    Her green eyes he loved so much widened in surprise. She sputtered. “Bromley, stop talking nonsense. There are so many lovely ladies looking for a husband right now. Be practical.”

    Bromley stared at her, disappointment filling him. “Do you really want me to be?”

    She swallowed, drawing his eyes to the beautiful swan-like neck he very much wanted to run his mouth down. “It was just a kiss. Nothing more. You’ve kissed a plethora of women.”

    “Leonora—”

    “Lady Beatrice, may I have a moment of your time?” she asked as the young woman walked by.

    The lady’s eyes widened in confusion. Leonora smiled at him and said, “Excuse me, Lord Bromley.”

    A Rekindled Attraction
    By Ramona Elmes

    Welcome to the Ball of Sin series, featuring four steamy novellas set around a decadent annual masquerade ball in Victorian England. Gossip suggests every year a secret matchmaker does everything in their power to encourage one couple to realize their one night together of fun and vice is only the beginning of their happily ever after. Meet the matchmaker’s next couple:

    Lord Bromley has always loved his childhood friend Leonora Walker and was shattered when she married a decade ago. In a shocking turn of events, Leonora is now divorced, and London society has deemed her unsuitable for any proper gentleman. Frustrating Bromley, she is unbothered about the prospect of never marrying again and more interested in playing matchmaker for him.

    An unexpected searing kiss between them confirms for Bromley that his feelings aren’t one-sided. Unwilling to have anyone but her, he secretly arranges for her to attend the most notorious ball of the season. He has one night to show Leonora that friendship is only the beginning of what exists between them.

    The series is in the same character world as the Nouveau Riche series.

    Buy Link: https://books2read.com/u/mqaV2Q

    About the Author:

    Since stealing her first historical romance novel from her mother more than twenty years ago, Ramona Elmes has been all in on the genre. Her infatuation with the historical and steamy stirred her to write her own romances.

    Ramona loves to write happily ever afters set in the Victorian era. She believes this period makes an exciting backdrop for fast-paced storylines, steamy moments, dramatic endings, and memorable characters.

    When not creating ways to entice and torture her characters, she spends her days in Georgia coordinating her family’s crazy life, refereeing pets, hiking, and reading on her front porch.

    Reading is hands-down her favorite way to relax, and she is an avid reader of all romance subgenres. Give her a dramatic storyline, a grand declaration, and heart-filled steamy moments, and she is in.

    To get updates on Ramona’s books, follow her on Amazon, Facebook, Instagram, or her website.

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  • The Book of Dog – Review – Author Natalina Reis


    The Book of Dog: A SatireThe Book of Dog: A Satire by D.J. Molles
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    This was such a surprise. A good one.
    I picked up the book after a recommendation from another writer and I’m so glad I did.
    I thought it would be a light, funny read and it certainly was, but it surprised me with much deeper themes, so relevant to the world we are living in today.
    I bought the audio book and I have to say the narrator was amazing. His interpretation of the cat’s (Sweetpea) voice and attitude had me in stitches (and it was so accurate) throughout the whole book.
    If you are a pet lover and want a good laugh while still exploring world/human issues, this is the book for you. Brilliant!

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  • Origin of the Easter Bunny

    Origin of the Easter Bunny



    Spring flowers, baby animals, and chicks hatching from their shells herald the arrival of spring and Easter. In many countries including the United States, Easter can be as much about the Easter Bunny, egg hunts, and candy as it is about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. But what does the Easter Bunny have to do with the Religious holiday we call Easter?
    Rabbit Symbol
    In many European Countries including England, the Easter Bunny is known…

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  • Cover Reveal: Jaklyn’s Saviors by Elle Boon

    Cover Reveal: Jaklyn’s Saviors by Elle Boon


    by Elle Boon

    Can She Trust Her Heart To The Ravens?

    Or Is The Pain From Her Past Too Fresh?

    SHE KNEW ALL ABOUT PAIN…Jaklyn Marx learned at a young age what pain was at the hands of her father. For seventeen years she’d lived with the physical scars, and the knowledge that she was a latent wolf. When she meets two men who claimed she was meant to be theirs, she ran.

    THEY KNEW ALL ABOUT WAITING…Gray and Colt had been searching for their Fated for thousands of years. When she ran they were prepared to do anything to find her and keep her, even call on a goddess for help.

    THE PAST WASN’T MEANT TO STAY GONE…Just when the trio finds happiness a demon from their past threatens to destroy them. Jaklyn refuses to allow her father to take anything else, especially her newfound love for the two men who save her past, present, and future.

    LOVE WILL TEST THEIR BONDS…They will need more than just love to defeat Seamus and his tainted pack. They’ll need the help of all the Ravens and a god or two in order to destroy something Cronus created.

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    About Elle Boon

    Elle Boon is a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay her black lab and writing partner. She has two amazing kids Jazz  and Goob and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy or RomyGirl who has totally won over everyone who sees hers. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.

    She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, or paranormal beings, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

     

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  • First Kiss Friday with Sara Adrien & Tanya Wilde – Sherry Ewing


    Welcome to my First Kiss Friday blog. Today’s guests are Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde who have an excerpt from their book Dare To Tempt An Earl This Spring. We hope you enjoy this first kiss scene. Happy reading, my lovelies!

    Excerpt:

    A sudden urge to run a finger along the line of his face filled her, but more than that, a reckless urge to kiss him. She could hardly believe herself, yet there it was, a wild temptation that made her fingers twitch. But then, once she set her mind on a task, she gave it her all. And, well, Ashley refused to miss the perfect opportunity to grab the man by the lapels and boldly rob him of his breath!

    So, she did just that.

    She yanked him to her, planting her lips firmly on his. The man had the gall to speak of virtue. Well, then, she would have the gall to kiss this vexing mouth into submission! His heart would, hopefully, follow soon enough. 

    His body tensed beneath her, his hands coming to rest on her waist, probably unsure of whether to pull her closer or push her away. But he didn’t push her away. She wanted to take charge, to sculpt this impulsive moment into something she controlled. But no. Linsey met her passion with an intensity that startled her, a force that left her breathless. His hand cradled the back of her head, a tender gesture that contrasted with the hunger in the kiss.

    So good.

    Ashley’s senses reeled, torn between the desire to lead and the unexpected thrill of being met with equal force. The air around them pulsed with the heat of their intertwined spirits; even as she fought for control, she couldn’t deny the electricity sparking from his touch, setting her every nerve alight.

    Ashley’s senses spiraled, caught between her desire to command and the thrilling shock of his equal thirst. The air between them crackled with electricity, pulsing with heat and tension, every touch sparking a fire along her skin. She could feel the strength in him, the restrained power beneath the gentlemanly bearing, and she hated how much she liked it.

    She was in his lap.

    Her weight pressed him back into the corner of the bench.

    Then why, oh why, did it feel as though he had taken complete control of their kiss? Over her senses?

    No! Ashley wouldn’t allow it.

    Her free hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, intent on reclaiming the reins. She was not one to yield easily!

    But then… Oh. His teeth grazed her lower lip before his tongue pushed in. Her heart stumbled, skipping a few beats.

    And then it stopped altogether.

    The man could kiss.

    And how he could kiss!

    Every breath, every movement of his lips against hers sent a dizzying thrill through her, unraveling her will power in a way she hadn’t foreseen. This wasn’t a mere kiss. It was a claiming. And it was far too spellbinding.

    Ashley had never been so bewildered before.

    How was it possible that his mouth could simply touch hers, and her insides leapt with a giddy thrill?

    No, it wasn’t merely that.

    It was a heady blend of sparkling contact, a fiery dance of tongues, and his intoxicating scent overpowering her senses. Her heart had ceased its rhythmic beats, and her lungs forgot how to draw in air. Breathless and dazed, Ashley’s bones turned to cotton. Kissing like this, the man certainly didn’t seem like the villain who would send another man fleeing from London.

    He seemed like just the right man to hold her in his strong arms and kiss her for as long as she existed. Anyone who claimed a woman like that—claimed her like Thomas did—would surely be—

    And then it was over.

    He pulled away and stared down at her. Ashley stared back, no words ready to fire from her tongue. Was this what they called speechlessness?

    Oh dear, it was horrible!

    The tips of his fingers brushed over his mouth. “What did you just do?”

    “I, I kissed you.” And you devoured me back. She suddenly laughed. “Why? Are you scared?”

    Dare To Tempt An Earl This Spring 
    by Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde

    She plans revenge. He wagers his future. But neither bets on love.

    Lady Ashley never imagined she’d lose the love of her life because of a heartless wager. And she knows exactly who to blame for her heartbreak. Thomas, the Earl of Linsey, has it all—wealth, prestige, good looks, and his prized thoroughbred horses. Determined to exact her own kind of justice, Ashley hatches a daring scheme to steal the one thing he values most. But as she enters his world, she discovers an infuriatingly charming man with unruly wit and a passion that stirs something deep within her. The closer she gets to stealing his horses, the harder it becomes to shield her heart.

    Thomas, the irresistible Earl of Linsey, is a man bound by secrets and a wager that will change his life. If he doesn’t marry before his 25th birthday, he’ll lose more than his dignity to a ruthless rival. But even as time passes, he focuses on preparing his horses for the Royal Ascot. That is, until Ashley saunters into his life. With her sharp tongue and undeniable allure, she’s both the distraction he doesn’t need and the woman who ignites a fire he can’t ignore. Yet Thomas begins to suspect Ashley has ulterior motives, and untangling her secrets may cost him more than his treasured horses.

    Their battle of wits sparks undeniable passion, but when deception and betrayal come to light, will Thomas and Ashley risk it all for a love they never saw coming?

    Step into a world of glittering ballrooms, fiery attraction, and scandalous secrets in the first book of this steamy Regency romance series by #1 bestselling authors Sara Adrien and Tanya Wilde. Perfect for fans of enemies to lovers, sizzling romance, and the thrill of sweet revenge. Don’t miss this captivating series starter filled with witty banter, dangerous stakes, and a love worth fighting for!

    Read in Kindle Unlimited!

    Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4GW8238

    Note: This series is part of Dragonblade’s Flame line, so this is a scorching-hot read with open-door steam.

    Wedding Fever Series:

    Book 1: Dare to Tempt an Earl This Spring
    Book 2: How to Lose A Prince This Summer
    Book 3: How To Seduce A Duke This Autumn
    Book 4: Ways To Kiss A Marquess This Winter

    About the Authors:

    Sara Adrien

    Bestselling author Sara Adrien writes hot and heart-melting Regency romance with a Jewish twist. As a law professor-turned-author, she writes about clandestine identities, whims of fate, and sizzling seduction. If you like unique and intelligent characters, deliciously sexy scenes, and the nostalgia of afternoon tea, then you’ll adore Sara Adrien’s tender tear-jerkers. 

    For more information and exclusive sneak peeks, new releases, and more, sign up for Sara Adrien’s newsletter at www.SaraAdrien.com

    Tanya Wilde

    Award-Winning and International Bestselling author Tanya Wilde developed a passion for reading when she had nothing better to do than lurk in the library during her lunch breaks. Her love affair with pen and paper soon followed, after she devoured all their historical romance books! When she’s not meddling in the lives of her characters or pondering names for her imaginary big, white greyhound, she’s off on adventures with her partner in crime.

    Wilde lives in a town at the foot of the Outeniqua Mountains, South Africa. You can read a bit more about her at www.authortanyawilde.com

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