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Diana Gendarme has spent her life doing for others, so when she moves into her dream cottage, she’s ready for some “me” time. But the cottage is shabby and her new neighbors quite close. One of them makes a din in his blacksmith’s forge all day long yet has the nerve to complain about her beagle’s yodeling. He’s the last sort of man who should attract Diana. So why can’t she resist the absurd dares he persists in issuing?

Reg Coltsfoot doesn’t plan on falling for his neighbor. A lifelong charmer, he’s used to women falling for him instead. There’s just something about Diana that has him longing to draw her out of her staid life and into his. Maybe it’s the magic of spring, but Reg will do all he can to persuade Diana she needs his laughter and his love to light her days.

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Reg Coltsfoot was a charmer, all right. He probably knew it, as did every woman who’d been standing and watching him work. She couldn’t be foolish enough to get caught up in all that.

The charm, the rakish smile, and most of all the way he made her feel were the reasons she’d always avoided men of his ilk. He threatened her self-control. He wasn’t what she needed in her life.

She’d tended to be attracted to bookish men. Educated men, like Dad.

But Reg was here. Now. And the way he looked at her made her feel—so beautiful.

She told herself it was the dress. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her when they stood at his gate.

Maybe not just the dress.

So all right, the attraction existed. Maybe even raw, animal attraction, though she’d never imagined herself capable of any such thing.

He would forget about her and their agreement to meet up later. He’d get engrossed in his work and some other lady would catch his eye.

Why did that thought bother Diana so much?

Laura Strickland enjoys researching interesting new settings for her books. Married, with one grown daughter, she has also mothered several rescue dogs and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Her love of dogs and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing.

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Guest promotion of Primrose and Promises by Judy Lynn Ichkhanian

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When Viscount Sebastian Trelawney meets Miss Phoebe Carmichael, the ground shifts beneath his feet. As she’s in mourning, Society’s rules say he cannot court her for a year, so he disguises himself as a servant in her home in order to see if they might suit.

Phoebe wishes to never marry. Wealthy and impatient, when she meets Sebastian everything in her calms. He understands her grief and how spring’s promise will lead to new life.

As secret organizations and mad Assyriologists battle, the two fall in love. Will their love prove strong enough to overcome societal norms and those set against their union?

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He looked toward the perfectly manicured garden with its swathes of color like a rainbow. The blade of darker shadow he had seen earlier tumbled into his mind. Assyriology was a hazardous occupation, and not a hobby for the unwary. Someone should warn Miss Carmichael about the peril of trained assassins.

Not him, of course. She must already think him softheaded. The Office should be notified, though. They would wish to send someone to investigate.

He was about to make a mental note to contact the agency later when she curled one leg under the other. The small patch of ankle earlier revealed transformed into a few inches of stocking-clad calf as her skirt blossomed around her. All thought fled as a sudden urge to press his lips to the trail of fine mesh rendered him unable to swallow.

“Good.” She fiddled with her skirt some more, covering her leg, before tilting her chin again. “If you don‘t mind my asking, might I have your name?”

“My… oh! I‘m… oh.”

Fire crept from his toes to his hairline. Unbelievable. Of course, someone else should have provided an introduction. He shouldn‘t have spoken with her at all without one, but once he had… had he truly forgotten to give her his name?

Tossing his plate to the side, he jumped to his feet so he might bow. “Sebastian Edgars, Viscount Trelawney. Newly minted.”

She extended her hand. Gray dirt streaked her black glove. He bent over it anyway. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Trelawney. As you seem to be aware, I am Miss Carmichael.”

“I knew you by your crape and golden hair.” Another wave of feverishness sped up his face as he stumbled, so he decided to sit again before he tripped into her lap.

She laughed. “You‘re quick.”

“How generous of you to say so when I‘ve never plodded so badly in my life. I used to be a solicitor. My brain was my fortune, though I suppose you might find the claim difficult to believe.”

“I wouldn‘t, no.” She peeped at him from beneath her lashes. “How is it you worked at a profession?”

It was the easiest question to answer. “I never expected to receive the title, but the ague made its rounds, a few horses missed their steps, ancestors died, contemporaries died, and here I am, one of two remaining heirs out of eight potential branches filled with better possibilities.”

Her golden eyes took on a soft glow. “I‘m rather glad you didn‘t follow the rest of your family.”

“Are you?” His pulse quickened.

She gazed down at her lap where her fingers twisted. “Though I shouldn‘t admit to it, yes. You‘re a very interesting man.” Blushing, she scraped her plate from the stone and placed it upon her lap. “We should eat, don‘t you think?”

Judy is a sort-of retired litigation attorney, a current homemaker with a propensity to ignore any and all domestic chores, and the mother of an outrageously comedic teenage boy and a fur-baby named Chocolate[1]the-Dog, so named because he thinks he’s a cat. High Tea and art occupy her when not writing.

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Guest Promotion for The Jelly Bean Jump Project by Terry Segan

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Keira longed to do something amazing with her life. When offered a chance to join a time travel program, she didn’t hesitate. With her soulmate by her side, nothing could be more perfect.

Grayson never believed happiness would find him until he met Keira. Lightning struck twice when both got accepted into The Jelly Bean Jump Project.

Keira and Grayson were alone in the world except for each other. An adventure of a lifetime awaited, until a glitch in the system threatened to tear them apart. Would they walk away from their fantasy or surrender their hearts in exchange?

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After picking up my tray, I searched for my boyfriend. He hadn’t arrived yet, so I took a seat next to my roommate, Sandra. I set my book on the chair to my right.

“Sometimes I feel like we’re in prison wearing these dang uniforms,” Sandra said.

“I must admit, I do miss my skirts and capris, and it’s only been a week! At least we don’t have to wear those nerdy boots like the security staff.” I sprinkled sugar over my cereal and mixed it in.

“Someone’s got a sweet tooth.” The chair beside me scraped back.

“Desmond, I’m saving that for Grayson.”

He tossed my book onto the table before placing his own tray down and sitting. “You two aren’t joined at the hip, you know. He can sit across from you.” His shoulder rubbed against mine. “Besides, why should he get all the attention from the best-looking doll here.”

I scooted closer to Sandra. “Do you mind? I’m eating.” While Desmond’s looks rivaled the most dashing actors in Hollywood, his arrogance raked through me like fingernails on a chalkboard. His relentless flirting repulsed me, especially because Grayson and I were obviously a couple.

“Good morning, ladies. Ready for another day of Time Travel 101?” Grayson plunked down across from me.

“I could do that stuff in my sleep. Why do we have to get stuck with an instructor who is such a snooze?” Desmond shoveled eggs into his mouth. “Sorry to take your seat, Gray. Keira insisted.” He nudged me with his elbow.

Before I could protest, Grayson jumped in. “Don’t worry about it, Des. From here I get to stare into those amazing blue eyes.” He kept his sight locked on my face.

A warm blush filled my cheeks. I looked down, batted my eyelashes, and giggled like a schoolgirl. “Why thank you, sir.”

“I don’t know whether to feel ill or jealous at the way you two fawn over each other,” Sandra said. Her comment had been directed at Grayson and me, but her gaze focused on Desmond.

 

Terry Segan resides in the desert where she’ll never require a snow shovel again. The beach is her happy place, but any travel soothes her gypsy soul. The stories conjured by her imagination while riding backseat on her husband’s motorcycle can be found throughout the pages of her paranormal mysteries.

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Guest Promotion–Snowdrop Dreams, Cherry Thumbprint Screams by Kimberly Baer

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BLURB: When Annie Barkley discovers a boy living in the attic of her cookie shop, she’s both stunned and elated. She can almost believe the universe is giving her back the infant son she lost eleven years ago.

Annie senses that something bad happened to the boy, but he won’t talk. When her long-ago crush, police captain Sam Stern, stops by to inquire about a missing boy, she says she hasn’t seen him.

That lie might cost her more than a romance with Sam. It also leaves her vulnerable to a ruthless pursuer who’s determined to silence the boy for good.

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EXCERPT: She was startled by a thump from above, followed by the muffled slide of the attic window, first up, then down. The groan of floorboards beneath traipsing feet.

Goosebumps prickled across her scalp. Why hadn’t she thought to grab something to use for self-defense? A knife or a fork or Gram’s old cast-iron baking pan, which maybe, just maybe, would deflect bullets. There might be a metal nail file in her purse, except she had no time to hunt for it, because the trap door was creaking open, and—oh, God!—someone was coming down the stairs.

Footfalls thudded across the floor, mere feet from where she was hunkered behind the island. Squinting through the grainy dimness, she peeked around the corner in time to glimpse a slight, dark figure creeping into the room out front. She got to her feet and followed.

She came to a halt just beyond the doorway. The big neon clock on the rear wall glowed blue, giving the room a bar-like ambience. The cookie burglar was standing behind the counter to her left, cramming snowdrop cookies into his mouth.

God in heaven, it was a boy. The cookie burglar was a boy. And he was eleven. She was sure of that, even though the light was dim and she was seeing him only in profile. Something about him seemed familiar—his slouched shoulders, perhaps, or the long, straight slope of his nose. He was slender like her, though a few inches shorter. His hair was matted and dark but with a good shampooing would probably be the same tawny shade as her own.

An eleven-year-old brown-haired boy, come down from above to burgle her cookie shop…

She stepped forward with a gasp. “Jonah?”

Kimberly Baer wrote her first story at age six. It was about a baby chick that hatched out of a little girl’s Easter egg after somehow surviving the hard-boiling process. Sadly, she never managed to get that story published. Nowadays she writes in a variety of genres.

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Today through September 20th, the titles displayed here from the 2019 releases in the Lockets and Lace Series are on sale for only 99 cents. Sweet historical romance in various locations and in different decades. Find your favorite and enjoy.

Titles and Authors are:

Taming a Scandal by me

A Promised Land by Kimberly Grist

Driving Lillian by Sophie Dawson

Joy Unending by Abagail Eldan

Promise of Home by P. Creeden

Sandra’s Journey by Patricia PacJac Carroll

The Outlaw’s Letter by Angela Raines

Uniquely Common by Caryl McAdoo

Virginia’s Vocation by Zina Abbott

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Guest Promotion–For the Love of Hawthorne by Diana Rubino

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My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Paris, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, Washington D.C. and New York. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano, devour books of any genre, and spend as much time as possible living the dream on my beloved Cape Cod.

About FOR THE LOVE OF HAWTHORNE

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s courtship of Sophia Peabody lasted over three years because he insisted on keeping it secret. He had his reasons, none of which Sophia agreed with. But she knew they were destined for each other and he was worth the wait. When they married in 1842 “we became Adam and Eve alone in our Garden of Even” she wrote in her journal. But not all was paradise in their Eden—Nathaniel bore a burden that plagued his family since 1692. His ancestor Judge Hathorne condemned 19 innocent victims to death during the Salem witch trials. His heinous deeds brought shame and guilt upon the family through the centuries. In her last moments on earth, Sarah Good cursed the judge and his descendants from the hanging tree. Nathaniel’s belief in this curse haunted and tormented him until Sophia made it her quest to save him. A story of love, compassion and forgiveness, FOR THE LOVE OF HAWTHORNE portrays the lives of two kindred souls whose legacy endures through the ages.

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(Sophia and Nathaniel’s visit to his cousin Susan Ingersoll at The House of the Seven Gables)

 I went over to a curio cabinet and swept my eyes over the items on the shelves—a china doll wearing a calico dress, a stack of gold cups and saucers, a red and blue glass checkerboard propped up to display its surface…and a wooden hammer on the top shelf. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a gavel that judges use in trials. Out of curiosity I picked it up and a shock ran through me as if electrified. Dear God, was it that gavel?

I dropped it to the rug. It landed with a thump. I bent to retrieve it. Somehow I knew it wouldn’t shock me this time—that was only an initial warning. “Something about it made me want to touch it, to pick it up and hold it.”

Nathaniel approached me. He stared at the gavel in my hand, horror darkening his eyes. His lips parted but no words emerged. I knew what he was thinking—the curse. He turned to his cousin, pointing at the gavel, his arm trembling.

Susan hurried over to us, took it from me and placed it back on the shelf. “Yes, it’s Judge Hathorne’s. What happened, Sophie? Are you all right?”

I looked down at my open hands, palms up. They burned as if I’d touched a hot poker. “That gavel—it carries something evil. Has anything happened to you with this, Susie?”

Nathaniel backed away and before Susan could answer me, he grasped her arm. “I begged you to get rid of that accursed thing! You know it shouldn’t be here!”

She looked from him to me, heaving a deep sigh. “I’m not inclined to dispose of it, Natty. It’s a family heirloom, notwithstanding its past.”

He gripped the chair, his face drained of color. “It’s downright evil. You know what he used that thing for.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “Very well, I’ll conceal it.” She took it off the shelf and slid it behind the checkerboard.

“That should not be in this house!” He stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the checkerboard as if it would melt in such close proximity to that horrid object.

“It’s fine there, Natty. It’s concealed from sight now.” She looked at me and gestured for me to sit again. I sat and gulped my sherry.

“Nathaniel’s always overcome with distress at the witch trials.” Susan explained what I already knew.

“And so should you be,” he cut in.

“If I must speak for Judge Hathorne, I heard stories of him from my grandfather.” Susan looked from Nathaniel to me. “The whole hysteria that caught up the judge was started by unscrupulous men to further their own riches. But spectral evidence was still admissible. No sane person could believe that blithery.”

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Guest Release Promotion: Lost in Lavender by Patricia Kiyono

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Selina Davison was once a countess, but when tragedy struck, she learned to take care of herself. By creating hats adorned with realistic silk flowers, she’s built a successful business as a milliner. When a handsome gentleman stumbles into her shop asking for directions, she remembers the joy of having someone to share life’s ups and downs.

The second son of an earl, James Benton could enjoy social privileges, but the concerns of the gentry hold no interest for him. He’s much happier tending to his plants, which never judge him. His peerage connections help him secure the position as landscape architect for the winter garden in Highgate, but a lovely milliner could hold the key to his future.

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When he came to the third shop, his heart leaped for joy. There, in the center of the showroom, was the beautiful white bonnet with the most exquisite cluster of pink and yellow roses. He pulled the door open and strode in.

He longed to reach out and touch the blossoms, but just then, the hat came off, treating him to a view of the most glorious head of hair, the color of gold.

“Oh! I didn‟t realize you‟d followed me in. May I help you?”

Help him? He blinked, realizing the owner of the glorious hair had turned around, and he stared into an equally magnificent pair of wide blue eyes. The soothing scent of lavender assailed him, and all his worries drifted away.

Patricia Kiyono lives in southwest Michigan with her husband, not far from her children and grandchildren. A former elementary school teacher, she now teaches music education at the university level. Current interests, aside from writing, include sewing, crocheting, scrapbooking, and music. A love of travel and an interest in faraway people inspires her to create stories about different cultures.

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If you haven’t already participated in the giveaway for a chance to receive free ebooks in several genres, don’t wait. Click through to the page on Connie Bretes’ website or enter through the Rafflecopter below.

 

My giveaway, Silent Signals, is a historical western romance set in December 1887 in Aspen, Colorado with a rancher and a woman who trains shepherding dogs.

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