Sunday, September 13, 2015

Twitterings, or News from the Regency Animal Kingdom

The Winter Solstice in the Current Time
By the Great White Cliffs^

Greetings to all my feathered, furry and hairy friends. In this issue of Twitterings, I, your humble Bird Enquirer, bring you all the latest on dits from the world of Animals. (At times such as these, I wish we Animals could read. Then we could all hear the scintillating news at the same time. But, alas, that is not to be. Since, as a Bird, I am constrained to provide the news by beak, at least I can fly to each of your gatherings, a swifter method of locomotion than running.)

And what are the juicy tidbits this time? Once again, our friend, Machiavelli, Head Goose (indeed, the only goose) at Shaw Farm is at the top of the news. He abandoned Shaw Farm (gasp!) and traveled (flew? Nay, Machiavelli is much too weighty to fly) to the aviary on the estate of His Lordship*. There, he implemented a dastardly scheme to lure two of the aviary ducks to harm in the outside world. Luckily, the ducks, intelligent birds that they are (of course, ducks are intelligent. I, myself am a duck), saw through Machiavelli’s sweet words and protected themselves. They are now again safe in the aviary, returned there by His Lordship, who also brought Machiavelli back to His Mistress**.

There was something of a dustup then, because, as you can imagine, Machiavelli did not wish to return, and objected most vehemently, much to His Lordship’s chagrin. While I am sorry His Lordship suffered (nothing that could not be remedied) at Machiavelli’s hands (to borrow a Human phrase), I admit to a little quack of glee at a Human being bested by a Bird.

Nevertheless, that Machiavelli is quite the scoundrel. Who knows what other mischief he will engineer, especially since he and Sylvester the Fox are always at daggers drawn, and they have not had a confrontation in months?

In parting, I must issue a note of warning about the Humans. I do not often speak of Humans, since they cannot understand our speech, but this latest development requires our notice. By all accounts, His Lordship and Machiavelli’s Mistress have become enamored with each other. Where does that leave the aviary’s Head Keeper***, who also has a tendre for the female? Change may be in the wind for us Animals if the Human male and female seek to mate, especially if the males come to blows over the female, as males of all species are wont to do.

Be on your guard, and I will report whatever else I can garner about this situation.

Thank you, all. And until the next issue of Twitterings, I bid you adieu.
Your Bird Enquirer

^ December, 1805, Kent, England
* Robert, Baron Tyndall
** Miss Julia Shaw
*** Mr. William Borland

 Goosed! or A Fowl Christmas, The Feather Fables Book 1, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo and Apple. Read for free with subscription to Oyster.

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Review: DINNER MOST DEADLY by Sheri Cobb South

Dinner Most Deadly by Sheri Cobb South, the latest John Pickett Regency mystery, intertwines a satisfying murder mystery with the latest wrinkles in the up-and-down romance of Bow Street Runner John Picket and the widowed Julia, Lady Fieldhurst.

Julia, at the urging of her friend, hosts a dinner party at which she will select a lover. Reluctantly. The only man she wants is John Pickett, but society’s strictures forbid a linkage between a baron’s widow and a poor commoner. One of her candidates is a man no one at the dinner likes, each for a very good reason. But, by the end of the evening, the object of their dislike can no longer cause trouble, because someone shoots him dead in the foyer.

John Pickett is called in to investigate. He must solve the case, as well as explain to Julia the ramifications of their visit to Scotland (in Family Plot). Even worse, he discovers the distasteful thing he must do to free them both from the effects.

Ms. South writes truly villainous villains, this one so bad you’re glad when he is killed, and even wish the murderer could get away with the crime. But that is not to be, since John is so good at his work. Still…

While the mystery is intriguing, at this point, John and Julia’s romance is the main draw.

In John Pickett, Ms. South gives us a portrait of the common man as superior to the aristocrat. Though not born to the Quality, he is more of a gentleman than most of the so-called “gentlemen” in Society. With each installment in this series, he becomes more of a hero. Here, he is willing to debase himself in order to protect Julia, while still refusing to do anything that will dishonor her or their love. What a man.

Julia still wavers in her commitment, though not her desire, for John, and that’s understandable, given all the pressure applied to her to conform, which is worse for a woman than for a man. Will she take a stand for love?

But John is also human, and he’s almost at the breaking point. Something has to give. While money and class are very real impediments to John and Julia’s love, we still root for love to win.

Julia had better make her decision soon. If she doesn’t snatch up John, I’ll take him. :)

Thank you all,
ARC provided by the author

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Spring is Sprung

Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
the flowers is.

OK, this piece of doggerel is a bit lame--well, more like a lot lame--and no, I didn't write it. The famous and prolific author, Anonymous, claims that honor. Or maybe Anonymous didn't want his/her name attached these deathless words, if "riz" is even a word.

I read it a long time ago, and the verse stuck in my mind. I remember it every spring, and then I chuckle. I hope you have a good laugh, too.

We here in New England have had a brutal winter--in Boston, MA, we had the snowiest winter, the coldest month (February, 2015), and March tied for coldest March since records started in 1872. But snow does melt. There are still a few snow piles left, but by the end of the month, they'll be history. Thank heaven.

We're all ready for spring. If you would like a sweet Regency romantic comedy set in this glorious season, you can try my An Inheritance for the Birds or A Similar Taste in Books. Book availability is on the sidebar.

Note: I am putting this blog on hiatus (unless something spectacular happens :) ) until I announce my upcoming book, the next entry in The Feather Fables, which I'll put on pre-order probably in August or September.

Happy Spring.

Thank you all,

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Sunday, March 8, 2015


Goosed! or A Fowl Christmas is the second book I wrote, way back in 2005-2006.

I was new to writing and the world was wide open. I wrote about what I liked, and I like birds, especially waterfowl, and most especially, ducks. I had just read "Small Miracles", a Regency Christmas story in which the animals talk, by my favorite author, Barbara Metzger. (I love Barbara Metzger. Her stories are always wacked-out funny.) The month was December, so I wrote a funny Christmas tale about a conniving goose whose personal agenda dovetails with my hero's and heroine's romance.

There are plenty of birds here, as well as a fox. The animals all talk to each other, the humans blissfully unaware of the action taking place under their noses. But Christmas terrifies the goose, and for a very good reason. :)

Like all my other stories, this one is a comedy. Goosed! is near the "wacky" end of my humor spectrum.

I rewrote the book because I've learned a lot since 2006. Show vs. tell, Point of View (POV)--in 2006, I had never heard of this stuff. Converting my mostly "telling" story into "showing", and also adding new scenes lengthened the book by 50 per cent. I also fixed lots and lots of POV errors.

The human story of Goosed! is also a love triangle, and, sadly, one of the seekers of the heroine's hand loses. The original version of Goosed! didn't contain this subplot. The loser is the hero of the first book I wrote, in 2005, and the next one in The Feather Fables series. I back fit some of his story into Goosed.  I also have to rewrite this book, which I call my magnum opus, and I plan to publish it sometime this year.

So, there it is: Goosed! or A Fowl Christmas, Book 1 of The Feather Fables, sweet Regency romance, full of birds and comedy, and with more fun on the way.

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Thank you all,

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Read an E-Book Week! A SIMILAR TASTE IN BOOKS 50% Off

For Read an E-Book Week 2015, I'm offering A Similar Taste in Books, Book 1 of my Regency Love and the Library series, for 50% off--that's 99 cents on Smashwords only with coupon code RAE50.

Love and the Library - A celebration of the beginnings of love wherein four young Regency gentlemen meet their matches over a copy of Pride and Prejudice at the library.

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Thank you all,

Friday, November 21, 2014


Goosed! or A Fowl Christmas, the first in my Regency The Feather Fables series, is now available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo and Apple. Read for free with subscription to Oyster.


The Feather Fables--where birds twitter and chirp and usher in romance.

Ah, Christmas, what a glorious season. Decorations, friends, good will to all, a time of magic and miracles.

But not for Miss Julia Shaw. She is new to the area, her farm desperately needs upkeep, and the pittance she earns from her artwork doesn’t pay the bills. And then her pet goose escapes. Making matters worse, when she first meets the devastatingly attractive Lord Tyndall, the abominable man insults her as he returns her goose. No peace and good will for her this Christmas.

Exhausted from a year of business travel, Robert, Baron Tyndall, returns to London only to fall prey to his mother’s matchmaking attempts. Escaping to his country estate, he finds solace with the birds in his aviary. Except that a plague of a goose that belongs to his new neighbor, Miss Shaw, has somehow entered his aviary and wreaked havoc. That disagreeable lady had better keep her misbegotten bird to herself. Too bad she is so lovely. What a horrendous Christmas this season has become.

But even in the blackest depths, a spark of light can glimmer. For at this wondrous time of Christmas, miracles and magic can and do happen.

A sweet, traditional Regency romance with fantasy elements. 61,000 words.

What was that infernal din? Catching up her shawl, Julia dashed down the stairs and then out through the front door. Winding her shawl around her, she rounded the house and almost slammed into an unfamiliar gig.

The vehicle blocked her view of the goose pen, from which the honking emanated. But no one was there—her pet goose had run off. She ran around the conveyance and stopped dead.

Her pet had returned! Flapping, honking and biting, the flying goose—He could fly? She had never before seen him do so—attacked a large, stylishly dressed gentleman.

The man, his arms high to protect his head, flailed at the goose. His back was to her, his upended hat lay in the dirt and white feathers covered his black greatcoat. He swore. Loudly.

Julia’s ears burned. “Do not hurt my goose, sir!”

The man batted at the goose again and turned toward her.

Julia gasped. He was the man on the road a few days ago. His dark eyes blazed, his brown hair was mussed, and his sharp cheekbones had flushed from the effort of warding off the goose.

Her pulse raced. He had looked handsome at a distance. Up close, he was magnificent. Tingles raced over her skin.

“This spawn of Satan is your property, madam?” He jerked his head back from the goose’s open bill as the bird dove in for a bite.

“He is, sir, and you will not harm him!” She jumped between the man and the goose.

The goose, breathing heavily, plopped to the ground. Eyes afire, he angled his head around her. He hissed at the man.

“Gracious, what is the matter?” She stroked the goose’s head.

The bird went limp, as if he had been pumped full of air and all the gas suddenly escaped.

She tipped her head back to glare up at the man. Good gracious, he was tall. “He has never acted this way before. What have you done to him?”

The man’s jaw dropped. “I? This feathered blackguard has tried to bite me ever since I saw him. And just now he attacked me.” He scowled at the goose. “If he is your property, you are welcome to him.”

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Thank you all,