Thursday, April 5, 2018

Re-release of AN INHERITANCE FOR THE BIRDS is Here!

An Inheritance for the Birds is here!

The all-new, expanded and completely rewritten An Inheritance for the Birds is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords and other retailers:

Buy links: https://books2read.com/u/4Do0dg
 
Have fun as our Regency hero and heroine strive to make ducks happy in order to win an estate.



BLURB:
Make the ducks happy and win an estate!

Mr. Christopher “Kit” Winnington never expected his favorite aunt to dream up something as ridiculous as a contest to determine the heir to her sizeable property.

But there it is, in black and white, in the letter from her solicitor. In order to win the inheritance, Kit must vie with his aunt’s companion, Miss Angela Stratton. Their task: Make his aunt’s pet ducks happy. Odd, for such a sharp-witted lady, and definitely out of character.

Still, making ducks happy is better than his current, despised job. Shouldn’t be much of a problem, either. Quack at them, pet them and maybe feed them some stale bread. He should win handily.

Angela liked her employer very much, but the most she expected from the will was a little money. But now, a chance to win an entire estate! Since she cares for the ducks and knows their quirks, she should win easily.

The ducks, already happy, quack along their merry way as Kit and Angela discover that love may be a greater prize than any inheritance.

A sweet, drawing room, not bedroom, Regency romantic comedy. 40,000 words, about 145 pages. A new version of the previous book, expanded and completely rewritten.

EXCERPT:

 Yawning, Kit shut the door behind him. Enough ducks and prickly ladies for one day. He undressed and then donned a nightshirt he dug from his valise before he blew out both candles.
Simmons had already drawn back the bedclothes. The counterpane was silky under Kit’s palm, and covered a featherbed.
Mayhap they had stuffed the mattress and pillows with down from Aunt Augusta’s pets.
He grinned. That was a thought.
After tying back the bed curtains, he settled into the soft cocoon. Tomorrow, he would have it out with Miss Stratton about the steward’s residence, but that was tomorrow. He fluffed up his pillow and turned onto his side…
“QUACK!”
A bundle of flapping, squawking feathers exploded from the depths of the covers.
Kit tumbled out of bed. Throwing his hands over his head, he scrambled up and then bolted for the door.
“QUACK!” The thrashing, quacking explosion pummeled him the entire way. A serrated knife edge scraped over his upper arm.
“Ow!” Batting at the avian attacker with one hand, he groped for the latch with the other.
The door crashed open. Miss Stratton, her agitated candle flame flinging wildly careening light on the walls, darted in. “Busick, you stop that right now!”
With a squawk, the feathered windstorm fluttered to the floor in a graceful arc.
Kit jerked up his arms, ready to fend off another attack.
“Quack.”
Kit looked out from under his arms before slowly lowering them. A duck. He should have known.

Buy links: https://books2read.com/u/4Do0dg
 
Thank you all,
Linda






Friday, February 2, 2018

Re-release of AN INHERITANCE FOR THE BIRDS is Available for Pre-order!

An Inheritance for the Birds is available for pre-order!

Release date is April 5, 2018.

The all-new, expanded and completely rewritten An Inheritance for the Birds is now available for pre-order at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords and other retailers:

Buy links: https://books2read.com/u/4Do0dg
 
Have fun as our Regency hero and heroine strive to make ducks happy in order to win an estate.



BLURB:
Make the ducks happy and win an estate!

Mr. Christopher “Kit” Winnington never expected his favorite aunt to dream up something as ridiculous as a contest to determine the heir to her sizeable property.

But there it is, in black and white, in the letter from her solicitor. In order to win the inheritance, Kit must vie with his aunt’s companion, Miss Angela Stratton. Their task: Make his aunt’s pet ducks happy. Odd, for such a sharp-witted lady, and definitely out of character.

Still, making ducks happy is better than his current, despised job. Shouldn’t be much of a problem, either. Quack at them, pet them and maybe feed them some stale bread. He should win handily.

Angela liked her employer very much, but the most she expected from the will was a little money. But now, a chance to win an entire estate! Since she cares for the ducks and knows their quirks, she should win easily.

The ducks, already happy, quack along their merry way as Kit and Angela discover that love may be a greater prize than any inheritance.

A sweet, drawing room, not bedroom, Regency romantic comedy. 40,000 words, about 145 pages. A new version of the previous book, expanded and completely rewritten.

EXCERPT:

 Yawning, Kit shut the door behind him. Enough ducks and prickly ladies for one day. He undressed and then donned a nightshirt he dug from his valise before he blew out both candles.
Simmons had already drawn back the bedclothes. The counterpane was silky under Kit’s palm, and covered a featherbed.
Mayhap they had stuffed the mattress and pillows with down from Aunt Augusta’s pets.
He grinned. That was a thought.
After tying back the bed curtains, he settled into the soft cocoon. Tomorrow, he would have it out with Miss Stratton about the steward’s residence, but that was tomorrow. He fluffed up his pillow and turned onto his side…
“QUACK!”
A bundle of flapping, squawking feathers exploded from the depths of the covers.
Kit tumbled out of bed. Throwing his hands over his head, he scrambled up and then bolted for the door.
“QUACK!” The thrashing, quacking explosion pummeled him the entire way. A serrated knife edge scraped over his upper arm.
“Ow!” Batting at the avian attacker with one hand, he groped for the latch with the other.
The door crashed open. Miss Stratton, her agitated candle flame flinging wildly careening light on the walls, darted in. “Busick, you stop that right now!”
With a squawk, the feathered windstorm fluttered to the floor in a graceful arc.
Kit jerked up his arms, ready to fend off another attack.
“Quack.”
Kit looked out from under his arms before slowly lowering them. A duck. He should have known.

Buy links: https://books2read.com/u/4Do0dg
 
Thank you all,
Linda






Thursday, October 5, 2017

Re-release of MISTLETOE EVERYWHERE!

Mistletoe Everywhere is here!

The all-new, expanded and completely rewritten Mistletoe Everywhere is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords and other retailers:


Have all the fun of a Regency Christmas, but especially with mistletoe only the hero can see over the heroine.

BLURB:
A man who sees mistletoe everywhere is mad—or in love.

Mr. Charles Gordon sees mistletoe. Not surprising, since he's spending Christmas at Mistletoe Manor. But the mistletoe always hangs over Miss Penelope Lawrence, the despised lady who jilted him the day after she accepted his marriage proposal. Even worse, no one else sees the benighted plant. Real or imagined, the weed taunts him with the treasure he lost. And might also drive him insane.

Penelope wants nothing to do with the faithless Charles, who broke her heart into tiny pieces when he cried off after proposing marriage. But try as she might, she’s never succeeded in removing him from her heart and mind. The baffling thing is, he stares at her all the time. Or rather, at something on the empty ceiling over her head.

Despite their struggles to extinguish every ounce of feeling, their love still burns bright. According to folklore, mistletoe is the plant of peace. Can Penelope and Charles, so full of hurt and anger, heed the mistletoe's message and make peace?

A sweet, traditional Regency romantic comedy with fantasy. 34,000 words. A new version of the previous work, expanded and completely rewritten.

EXCERPT: 

“Here’s to Christmas!” Gavin, on Baring’s far side, raised his class in a toast. Everyone around Gavin joined in and then drank heartily.

“And here’s to the New Year!” Lord Fane added his own toast.

The rest, including Charles, joined in. Toast followed toast again and again, until the end of the table rang with alcohol-fueled jollity.

The plates, the table, the people—all grew a little fuzzy around the edges. Now what had bothered him so?

Smythe, on Charles’s other side, stood up shakily and raised his glass. “And here’s to—uh—what’s left?”

“How about mistletoe?” Baring’s words slurred.

Charles’s head whipped toward Smythe.

And toward Penelope—and the monstrous bunch of mistletoe above her.

“Gordon? What is it?” Smythe set down his glass and then swiveled toward the top of the table. He looked up and down, and then from one side to the other. “I say, with your mouth hanging open like that, you must see something spectacular, but curst if I see anything.”

With an audible click, Charles clamped his jaw shut. “I thought I saw…” He smiled at Smythe. “Nothing. I imagined I saw mistletoe.”

Smythe’s eyebrows rose. “Mistletoe?”

“Yes. The house’s name is ‘Mistletoe Manor’, so mistletoe decorations fill the place. Pictures, wall hangings, ceiling trim, whatnot.”

Smythe’s eyebrows shot higher. “That ‘mistletoe’ you didn’t see is over Miss Lawrence.” His lips curved into a knowing grin. “Lovely little filly. My jaw dropped the first time I saw her, too.”

Charles stiffened. “I was not looking at Miss Lawrence. I believed I saw mistletoe over her.”

“‘Mistletoe’.” Smythe’s grin widened. “Of course.” He raised his glass again. “A toast to mistletoe!”




Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords and other retailers:



Thank you all,
Linda


Saturday, July 22, 2017

Re-release of MISTLETOE EVERYWHERE Available for Pre-order

Christmas in July is here!

The all-new, expanded and completely rewritten Mistletoe Everywhere is available for pre-order. Release date is October 5, 2017.

Have all the fun of a Regency Christmas, but especially with mistletoe only the hero can see over the heroine.

BLURB:
A man who sees mistletoe everywhere is mad—or in love.

Mr. Charles Gordon sees mistletoe. Not surprising, since he's spending Christmas at Mistletoe Manor. But the mistletoe always hangs over Miss Penelope Lawrence, the despised lady who jilted him the day after she accepted his marriage proposal. Even worse, no one else sees the benighted plant. Real or imagined, the weed taunts him with the treasure he lost. And might also drive him insane.

Penelope wants nothing to do with the faithless Charles, who broke her heart into tiny pieces when he cried off after proposing marriage. But try as she might, she’s never succeeded in removing him from her heart and mind. The baffling thing is, he stares at her all the time. Or rather, at something on the empty ceiling over her head.

Despite their struggles to extinguish every ounce of feeling, their love still burns bright. According to folklore, mistletoe is the plant of peace. Can Penelope and Charles, so full of hurt and anger, heed the mistletoe's message and make peace?

A sweet, traditional Regency romantic comedy with fantasy. 34,000 words. A new version of the previous work, expanded and completely rewritten.

EXCERPT: 

“Here’s to Christmas!” Gavin, on Baring’s far side, raised his class in a toast. Everyone around Gavin joined in and then drank heartily.

“And here’s to the New Year!” Lord Fane added his own toast.

The rest, including Charles, joined in. Toast followed toast again and again, until the end of the table rang with alcohol-fueled jollity.

The plates, the table, the people—all grew a little fuzzy around the edges. Now what had bothered him so?

Smythe, on Charles’s other side, stood up shakily and raised his glass. “And here’s to—uh—what’s left?”

“How about mistletoe?” Baring’s words slurred.

Charles’s head whipped toward Smythe.

And toward Penelope—and the monstrous bunch of mistletoe above her.

“Gordon? What is it?” Smythe set down his glass and then swiveled toward the top of the table. He looked up and down, and then from one side to the other. “I say, with your mouth hanging open like that, you must see something spectacular, but curst if I see anything.”

With an audible click, Charles clamped his jaw shut. “I thought I saw…” He smiled at Smythe. “Nothing. I imagined I saw mistletoe.”

Smythe’s eyebrows rose. “Mistletoe?”

“Yes. The house’s name is ‘Mistletoe Manor’, so mistletoe decorations fill the place. Pictures, wall hangings, ceiling trim, whatnot.”

Smythe’s eyebrows shot higher. “That ‘mistletoe’ you didn’t see is over Miss Lawrence.” His lips curved into a knowing grin. “Lovely little filly. My jaw dropped the first time I saw her, too.”

Charles stiffened. “I was not looking at Miss Lawrence. I believed I saw mistletoe over her.”

“‘Mistletoe’.” Smythe’s grin widened. “Of course.” He raised his glass again. “A toast to mistletoe!”




Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords and other retailers:



Thank you all,
Linda


Friday, March 31, 2017

Re-release of GIFTS GONE ASTRAY


The new Gifts Gone Astray is here!

Have fun with my expanded and rewritten Regency comedy about a gifts mix up that brings true love to my hero and heroine.

Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Inktera, Overdrive and Smashwords. Read for free with subscription to Scribd.

BUY LINKS: http://books2read.com/u/4Ag6aA


BLURB:
A book as fairy godmother? Stranger things have happened.

Everyone looks forward to the Earl of Langley’s annual family party because everyone, relative and employee alike, receives a gift.

Which includes Mr. Stephen Fairfax, tutor to the earl’s bratty son. But what a gift! And from the demure widow Mrs. Anne Copely, the earl’s niece, no less. If he accepts the gift book’s implicit invitation, his wildest dreams about the beautiful lady will come true. He might also lose his job, but he’ll take the chance.

Mrs. Anne Copely has enjoyed every minute she’s spent in the handsome tutor’s company. The subject of her gift interests them both, and studying the book together is the perfect way for them to spend many happy hours together. Although why he’s uneasy about an innocent collection of illustrations puzzles her.

A mix up of the first order, but when gifts go astray, love comes to the rescue.

A sweet, yet sensual Regency romantic comedy. 33,000 words.

EXCERPT:
Light running steps tapped on the corridor’s wood floor. “Mrs. Henderson, do you know where the footmen are? I need Peter’s help in the—oomph!”

A soft wall of woman crashed into Stephen. He rocked back on his heels and his arms looped around her waist. The scent of lavender wafted to his nose—

Mrs. Copely. Of their own accord, his arms tightened.

A pair of liquid brown eyes, tiny golden flecks glittering in their velvety depths, blinked up into his.

Wisps of silky tresses the deep, rich color of mahogany had worked loose from her topknot and caressed the flawless oval perfection of her face. Her parted blush-red lips hovered a bare inch from his.

His entire body went up in flames. Had only a week passed since his first sight of her?

BUY LINKS: http://books2read.com/u/4Ag6aA

Thank you all,
Linda