Feliz castañada & Happy Halloween

Éstas son algunas pruebas de nuevos collares que presentaré en el festivalet...

Quería que fuese sorpresa, pero no me he podido aguantar!!!!

Espero que os gusten.

Book Signing: Lisa Kessler and Christine Ashworth

There was a book signing event last Saturday with Lisa Kessler and Christine Ashworth. I got there half an hour early. I saw Lisa's car pull up so I went and said hi. I finally met her husband and her son. I felt like I was meeting celebrities except I didn't ask for their autographs (lol!).

Anyway, Lisa had so much goodies - candies, posters, books, and other halloween decorations for the table. I helped her and Christine set things up. When I sat down, I took some pictures. This is what I came up with :)

Isn't it awesome?! Haha, Lisa is awesome as usual :) She just brightens up the room! Anyway, they talked about many things like high school, their books, short stories, their characters, etc. Check out this video I made!

Like I said earlier, Lisa and Christine brought their books with them for those interested in buying after they talk. At this time, I got some chocolate from Lisa and I also picked up my giveaway prize from her Twitter party a few weeks ago: Night Walker paperback! I love that I subconsciously chose to wear something blue that day in honor of Night Walker ;)

After I talked to Lisa, I went and chatted a little bit with Christine. Her book sounds awesome, too. Her characters are a tribred - which means they are human/demon/fae combinations. Doesn't that sound intriguing?! I got the books' postcards and her business card!

Finally, I met a fellow Night Angel (Lisa's Street Team Name), Carey! Check out this photo she took, and Melissa Cutler was there, too! I also found out Carey and I live close to each other so there might be some meetups in the future where we gush about Lisa and her books :D

I just love author meetups and then getting a picture with them later. The more I practice with authors, the more I can make sure that I won't faint in front of Matt Bomer when I meet him one day ;)

P.S.
Do you like my Halloween nails? :) I think it turned out great for using a bobby pain to make the dots! :)

A Secret Affair (2012)

A Secret Affair (Nuel Naval, 2012)

Nuel Naval’s A Secret Affair makes a lot of noise and drama about nothing. The story revolves around acts of infidelity committed by Anton (Derek Ramsey) against his fiancée Raffy (Anne Curtis) with Sam (Andi Eigenmann), Raffy’s friend and sorority sister. In fairness to Anton, most of his indiscretions with Sam were committed either outside the relationship, such as before he and Raffy met or during that short cool-off period after Raffy withdrew from their wedding, or at the risk of those indiscretions being exposed by obsessive Sam, who will do everything to snatch Anton away from Raffy. The film is essentially a love triangle involving the most naïve, most immature, and most psychotic of characters, made somewhat palatable by commercial film gloss and occasional spurts of wit and humor.

Naval does a good job staggering the affair, prolonging the trite story with needless scenes and lazy expositions. From the opening love song that immediately segues to a weepy engagement proposal to the lukewarm ending, the television director eagerly jumps from one style to another, showcasing techniques that more often than not do not work but at least keep the film from being absolutely uneventful.

A Secret Affair expectedly peddles sex and sensuality, what with its overly attractive leads donning near-nothings copulating extravagantly whenever and wherever. Unfortunately, the film’s concept of eroticism is too intertwined with the glamor involved in the near-perfect faces and physiques of its stars to be grounded in reality. All it offers is an erstwhile fantasy, of being involved, at least vicariously through the actions of the films’ characters, in these swoony romances and raunchy flings.

Evidently, Naval’s characters are all irritating spoiled brats, living inside a bubble of their own doing, communicating only with each other through tweets and status updates, and enjoying the very fact that their every action is being watched by everyone outside their exclusive bubble. While the description seems to match a lot of celebrities whose private affairs are now readily available because of social media, Naval only scrapes the surface of such disgusting but prevalent culture, insisting on displaying caricatures for laughs and thrills instead of delving deeper.

Without a doubt, A Secret Affair owes its existence to the commercial success of Ruel Bayani’s No Other Woman (2001), also starring Ramsey and Curtis who find themselves intertwined in an illicit relationship. Insisting on the unwieldy mix of drama and comedy that made Bayani’s film somewhat memorable, screenwriter Mel Mendoza-del Rosario peppers the film with lines, spoken with overreaching conviction by supposed members of Manila’s upper crust, that stray past the borders of good taste and proper conversational etiquette. The film’s techniques are repetitive and lowbrow, which are unfortunately the right elements of a true box office hit in the Philippines.

Sadly, A Secret Affair, even with Naval’s dynamic treatment which criss-crosses from serious to funny and back, Ramsey, Curtis and Eigenmann’s more or less convincing acting, and Mendoza-del Rosario’s forced witticism, is still gratingly dull. Its bare plot essentially revolves around the stupidity of people, but Naval still insists on conjuring obvious lessons on life and marriage out of it. It is as if morality is an afterthought by the filmmakers, who are quick to exploit the very real problem of infidelity for a quick buck.

(Cross-published in Twitch.)

TV Review: Vampire Diaries: Rager

I absolutely enjoyed this episode! Everything was just amazing and well done! Check out my character commentaries!

Connor

How is Connor, the Hunter able to overpower a hybrid like Tyler? It just didn't seem realistic. Then again, Vampires themselves aren't realistic, so what am I talking about? Anyway, I'm worried that Connor is looking for a way to kill all vampires and hybrids alike. That's not good at all. Finally, what in the world is Klaus talking about? "Well-protected vampire hunter in town" He's a vampire himself, this guy could kill him!

Elena and Matt

Makeout-spot turned into feeding spot. Sexy. I liked that Elena stopped on her own. She knew her limits. But on her second feeding with Matt (in her house I think), her rage took control and she almost took control and killed Matt if it weren't for Damon. Saved by the Damon!! Damon is a caretaker by nature, he just doesn't like to admit it.

Klaus and Tyler

As vicious and harsh Klaus is, he still cared about Tyler. Well, actually, he just didn't want to have one less of a hybrid to protect him just in case. Let's just say it's an investment :) So, what about that Hailey thing? First of all, I'm not sure but I'm not a fan of that actress (sorry I can't remember her name). She was in Secret Circle before and seeing her now, she acted the same way. Can we get some variety? Anyway, Klaus was just too dang smart. He figured it out, who she was and her relationship with Tyler.

Elena and Rebekah

They are reliving the high school rivalry or shall we say, high school bullying, except they are taking it to the next level. VAMPIRE BULLYING! Elena has no chance against Rebekah right now. Rebekah took her ring and threw it in the garbage disposal! I thought it was gone forever! Poor Elena. I feel bad for her, but I'm sure she'll figure it out soon enough. If Caroline got through it, she would, too. Just maybe not because of Stefan...

Elena: He finally kicked you out?
Rebekah: He didn't kick me out. I left.
Elena: You left the only person you actually liked you?

Matt and Rebekah 

Matt hated Rebekah so much, he sold her out to the hunter?! So, in Rebekah's party, she killed Matt? It was  hallucination? What is going on?! I'm glad she found a new friend with April, though. I just hope she doesn't eat her in future episodes.

Damon

Damon teasing to take off his pants in front of Elena. He is so bad, I love it!

Stefan

-Stefan is a walking conscience. Who agrees with me?

-Stefan and Elena is so hot together! Wait... Damon?! I think they should have an explanation about what exactly the blood share does to vampires.

-Stefan finding a confidante in Caroline. I love it. Stefan and Caroline, Elena and Damon. What could possibly go wrong?

Elena

Elena is just going through so much. First, she couldn't keep the blood down and had to feed straight from the living source. Then, Rebekah is bullying her. And then, she's dying of a werewolf bite? *sigh* It was really cute how Stefan left 9 voicemails in Klaus's phone though :) Klaus is showing some heart in this season. Even if he says his intentions were otherwise, I'm still glad he protected Tyler and saved Elena.

Damon, Stefan, Klaus

Damon and Stefan always have such entertaining banter. Now Damon and Klaus are working together? Oooh, I want more!

Did you all like this episode?! Talk to me in the comments!

Matt Bomer Monday (6): Marriage Proposal

Matt Bomer Monday is a weekly meme where I come up with a fictional story with Matt as one of the characters. This is a weekly tribute on Mondays for the amazing actor.

Today's post is inspired by an incredibly vivid dream, it felt like it was happening for real. I don't know what triggered it. Take it as a story, or maybe some kind of a diary entry. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

      Guests were milling around in the lobby when I entered the hotel. The father of the bride, thinking I was one of the wedding planners, asked me where was the groom. I told him I don't know, but I lied. I made a beeline to the elevator and pressed the 15th floor.

      Arriving at room N15, I knocked. I didn't expect the rush of emotions that flooded me when I saw his disheveled attire and the shock in those beautiful blue eyes. Before he could speak, I blurted, "Go out there, everyone is waiting for you. Start your new life. Be happy."

      With my head down, I walked away before he could utter a word. Tears filled my eyes as I walked down the corridor toward the elevator. In the lobby, I made a dash for the doors. I couldn't bear to be there any longer. I've come and did what needed to be done. There was no reason to stay.

      I haven't been out the doors for long when someone snatched my hand. I turned and he was standing there, his eyes sending me a message only the two of us understand.

      "Let go. Please."

      "No. I don't want to marry her."

      "You have to. You chose her."

      "I know. I made a mistake."

      "It's too late to change your mind now. Everyone is expecting for a wedding today. I've never known you to let anyone down. Don't start now. Let me go."

      He pulled me to his chest and hugged me tight. "I love you. It's always been you. Please. I'm willing to wait or start over with you. Just don't push me away. You're the only one I want. Please say you'll stay. Please."

      I slowly pushed away from him, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, but I won't be the reason you run away from your bride. Goodbye..."

      I turned around and whispered to myself, "...my love." Tears threatened to fill my eyes again. I hurried to my car and sped out of the parking lot, away from the only person I've ever truly loved.

The story above is copyrighted to Arianne Cruz. Any reproduction void of permission is illegal.

I hope you enjoy it! Again, if you have any suggestions for a topic, just let me know in the comments!

Tiktik: The Aswang Chronicles (2012)

Tiktik: The Aswang Chronicles (Erik Matti, 2012)

The first thing one would notice in Tiktik: The Aswang Chronicles is how incredibly gorgeous the computer-generated visuals are, at least compared to other Filipino productions. Opening with a shot of apologetic soon-to-be-father Makoy (Dingdong Dantes) cramped inside a tricycle with an old woman and her haul of various innards, the film immediately showcases how perfectly rendered the digitally-rendered background is, with the overloaded vehicle breezing through vast landscapes that seem to be exaggerated depictions of what is really out there. Matti dutifully maintains the spectacle throughout, struggling only when he decides to replace his actors with computer-generated monsters that are quite unimpressive. Nevertheless, Matti’s efforts to overly stylize what essentially is a redo of the classic aswang tale bring the genre closer to its comic book roots.

Filipino folklore crossed over to pop consciousness through the cheap comic books that mixed humorous sketches with more morbid and horrific tales involving ghosts, aswang, and other monsters. The aswang, which seems to be closest thing the Filipinos have to vampires considering that they both share the ability to morph to creatures and are deathly allergic to garlic and salt, is particularly notable because of its hunger for the young and the unborn.

The typical aswang story, at least the one that has been repeated in popular cinema like Peque Gallaga and Lore Reyes’ Aswang and Richard Somes’ Ang Lihim ng San Joaquin (The Secret of San Joaquin) in Shake, Rattle and Roll 2 (1990) and Shake Rattle and Roll 2k5 (2005) respectively, involves a soon-to-be-father suddenly forced to protect his pregnant wife from an onslaught of hungry monsters. The situation the characters fall into emphasizes on the Filipino male’s ability to be more than a provider but a protector. Even the more modern takes like Topel Lee’s Yaya (Nanny) in Shake Rattle and Roll 8 (2006) and Richard Somes’ Yanggaw (Affliction, 2008) on the tale has their heroes (a young boy tasked to protect his baby brother from a nanny who turns out to be an aswang and a father who has to decide what to do with his daughter who develops into an aswang, respectively) forced to abandon traditional roles and muster up courage and conviction to protect their families.

Tiktik repeats the trope. Matti however emphasizes how domesticated and unprepared for battle the Filipino male has become, introducing, aside from Dantes’ irresponsible pretty-boy, a cowardly husband (Joey Marquez) and red-lipped manservant (Ramon Bautista), among pregnant Sonia (Lovi Poe) and her mother Fely (Janice de Belen), all dominant and controlling females. The sudden onslaught of aswang, caused predictably by the brashness and stupidity of the impertinent newcomer, is made all the more thrilling, especially since there seem to be more mishaps in their intended defense of their respective loved ones than successes. Their rapid transformations from brazen or docile men to rightful heroes seem to be the heart of Matti’s well-orchestrated madness. In the end, Matti has made a well-crafted tale wherein men do what men are supposed to do.

Like the comics that sustained the aswang from being obscure participants in regional folklore to something more mainstream, Tiktik indulges in comedy, infusing the tense and suspenseful setups with pockets of levity, whether it is a witty piece of dialogue or a visual joke that pokes fun at the macabre. There is some sort of humanity, a certain sense of cultural identity, and refreshing irreverence amidst Matti’s meticulous craftsmanship. Matti just refuses to be drab and serious, opting to charm and captivite with his impressive grasp of hilarity, horror, and visual spectacle. Tiktik comes with all the right ingredients of an unabashedly entertaining film.

(Cross-published in Twitch.)

RMBT Interview/Top10/Giveaway: Romance in the Rain (Anthology)

Title: Romance in the Rain (A Seattle Anthology)
Authors: Kristine Cayne, Dawn Kravagna, Charlotte Russell, Sherri Shaw, Clare Tisdale, Marianne Stillings
Publisher: Kristine Cayne
Release Date: October 15, 2012
Pages: 360
Buy Link: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK) | B&N | Kobo| ARe | Smashwords

Blurb:

From the pioneer days of Seattle through the smoke-filled clouds of WWII and into the present, Romance in The Rain takes readers on a journey with four generations of the strong-willed and passionate Caldwell family. The anthology of six novellas is a collaboration of the Seattle-based Rainy Day Writers group.

Splendor in the Moss by Charlotte Russell—By the spring of 1853 Englishman James Caldwell has traveled thousands of miles in a quest to find a place to call home. Newly settled Seattle isn’t that place and he’s ready to move on again when widowed Mattie Jensen marches into his life as somber as a cloudy day. But James can see through the solemn haze to Mattie’s strength and passion. Now he has a reason to stay, if he can just convince Mattie to take a second chance on love—and him. (22,000 words)

Final Approach by Marianne Stillings—With the world at war, Women's Auxiliary Ferrying Service pilot Lt. Charlene (Charlie) Thompson faces personal battles as well. Pearl Harbor left her a widowed bride, certain love would never come again – but battle-scarred Capt. Joe Caldwell has other ideas for the beautiful lady flyer, if he can just keep her safe from the secret saboteur who's already taken the life of Charlie's best friend. (17,000 words)

Love Phantom by Dawn Kravagna—University of Washington, 1983: A great place to get an education and meet single men. Drama major Kara Caldwell prefers to hide behind the characters in her plays, yet feels pressure to live up to the example set by her brave and witty grandmother, a veteran of WWII. Can she learn to overcome her reticence and prejudices to discover which guy truly cares for her--and who is just putting on an act? (17,000 words)

What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect? by Sherri Shaw—No sooner did Chef Ivy Turin wish to meet the perfect man than Sam Rockney walked into her restaurant. But is the sexy Seattle quarterback for real or is there something wrong with Mr. Perfect? (17,000 words)

Shelter from the Storm by Clare Tisdale—Seven years and one broken heart later, JD Caldwell returns to Seattle to pick up the pieces of his old life, never imagining he will fall for Maya—the mysterious woman who lets him into her house and bed but keeps the door to her heart tightly closed. When their summer fling takes an unexpectedly serious turn and Maya gives him his walking papers, JD has to decide whether their love—and his legacy—is worth fighting for. (21,000 words)

Aftershocks by Kristine Cayne—When Seattle is struck by a devastating earthquake, technical rescue firefighter Jamie Caldwell must save his estranged wife and daughter from the wreckage of a collapsed building. He's defied the odds hundreds of times, but will his luck finally run out for good? (24, 000 words)

Excerpts

Splendor in the Moss by Charlotte Russell    After telling the dog to stay, he steered her away from the Jensens’ cabin, towards the woods to the south. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Giving me the time of day. You were gone for such a long while, I wasn’t certain you’d come back.” “I had to fight my better judgment.” James laughed. He couldn’t put on airs around Mattie if he tried. Final Approach by Marianne Stillings    "You were there." Caldwell's voice was quiet as though he were speaking to a timid child. He took a step toward her. "You saw it, didn't you. Didn't you, Charlie?" Another step. And another. Suddenly, he was standing before her and she was standing, too, and his arms came around her as she pressed her head against his strong shoulder and for the first time in a year, she felt safe. Safe enough to relive the agony—and let it go. Safe enough to let someone be strong—so she could be weak. Safe enough—to cry.    And so she did. What’s Wrong with Mr. Perfect? by Sherri Shaw    "Somehow I can’t picture you as a nerd.” You’re too perfect, Ivy silently added, fingering the amulet at her throat. It hummed under her fingertips as the vendor’s words skated across her mind: If you truly want to find the perfect man, and restore your faith in true love, then this necklace will be your good luck talisman.” She dropped her hand, shaking off the crazy notion. It was merely a coincidence that she wished to meet the man of her dreams and Sam showed up. The necklace had nothing to do with it. Right?" Shelter from the Storm by Clare Tisdale    A shadow crossed the window, and JD looked up in time to see a seagull fly by. Beyond the downtown high rises, the waters of the Puget Sound lay brooding, glazed by morning mist. Much as JD hated starting over again, he realized that if he had to, he'd rather do it here than anywhere else. Seattle was his home; he belonged here. Maya and her beach house had helped confirm that for him. Aftershocks by Kristine Cayne     Adrenaline surging through her system, Erica hung onto the doorjamb as the quake rocked the old courthouse. The building swayed and groaned, windows rattled and shattered as the earth continued to tremble. Cracks raced across the ceiling and plaster dust showered down, covering everything in a thin white film. She’d lived in Seattle all her life but had never experienced a quake as powerful as this one.     And her daughter was all alone.

Interview

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! It’s a pleasure to talk with all of you about the Romance in the Rain anthology and my uber-sexy team of rescue firefighters :)

1. What has it like been so far being part of an anthology?

Romance in the Rain is actually my third anthology. But because of the group of authors involved in this project as well as the way we interconnected our stories, the experience was very different. I loved how bits from the past were woven into future stories and seeing how the Caldwell children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren fared. In terms of the working experience, it was fantastic. Each author pitched in with her own specific talents to create more than the sum of the whole. :)

2. Did your stories need to be within a similar theme?

The only “rules” were that a) the story needed to be a romance, b) needed to take place, or have ties to, Seattle, and c) the hero or heroine needed to be a Caldwell. Most of us chose to refer in some way to the Caldwell family’s past, either via the Caldwell Fine Furnishings Company, founded by the James Caldwell from Splendor in the Moss, or by mentioning a particular piece of furniture, handed down through the generations, or mentioning a character in a previous story.

3. Where did you get the inspiration for Aftershocks?

I wanted to write a romantic suspense story. Normally, I have a villain in my romantic suspense stories, but that takes a lot of time and words to develop. Since the story was going to take place in Seattle, I began to think about what kind of events might occur and soon settled on an earthquake. From there, it was a quick jump to have the story be about a rescue.

4. Any crazy drooling stories about a real-life firefighter?

Oh man, don’t I wish? The truth is that I don’t personally know any firefighters. Most of the men I know are engineers and such. Nice guys, but I wouldn’t describe what they do as exciting or drool-worthy. So since I’m totally lacking in action heroes in real-life, I’ve decided to write about my own hunky rescue firefighters in my new firefighter romance series.

5. What's next for you?

Before the holidays, I’ll be releasing Under His Command, the first book in my new erotic romance firefighter series. This story takes place after Aftershocks and continues Jamie and Erica’s story. We join them on their journey to honesty and trust, and a true happily ever after.

Top 10

Top Five Current Favorite TV Shows

1. The Walking Dead – amazing character development

2. The Vampire Diaries – you never know what’s going to happen next!

3. Nikita – intricate layers of suspense

4. True Blood – Skarsgaard!

5. Parenthood – fascinating look at three generations of the same family and their trials and tribulations

 (Note: Chicago Fire is too new for me to decide if it’s on the list, but so far, I’m really enjoying it!)

I'm absolutely in love with The Vampire Diaries, too! I still haven't finished Season 2 of Nikita so I haven't seen what this season is like!

Top Five Favorite TV Shows Ever

1. The Walking Dead – character development, very intense suspense, forces you to examine how your principles might change in an extreme situation

2. The X-Files – no one wears a trench coat like Mulder. The truth is out there!

3. Rescue Me – the darker side of firefighting; how it affects them and their relationships with friends and family

4. Seinfeld – the funniest sitcom ever made; favorite episode “Master of My Domain”

5. Star Trek (original version) – a first in many ways: first interracial kiss, first bromance, first forward-thinking view of a future without prejudice. And Captain Kirk was the James Bond of space!

The Rainy Day Writers:

Writing fiction is difficult and lonely and more often than not, the "normal" people in your life don't understand the writing process and can't fathom why you are possessed and obsessed with finding the perfect word or phrase that says exactly what you want to say right where you want to say it. Only other writers comprehend and accept that kind of torment.

To fill this need to surround herself with like-minded obsessive-compulsive self-doubting lunatics, in 2005, Marianne Stillings, who writes Romantic Suspense, established what came to be known as The Rainy Day Writers.

There were only two requirements for joining the group: You must be serious about writing and getting published, and any criticisms of co-members' work be honest, gentle, and kind.

Over the years, the membership has changed; some people moved on, others joined. The group we have now has been stable and constant since 2009. The Rainy Day Writers are a family.

Charlotte Russell joined the group in 2006 at the suggestion of a former member. Charlotte writes Historical Romance.

Dawn Kravagna became a member in the spring of 2007 because of a writers' list where Marianne had posted looking for new members. Dawn writes Comedy and Mystery.

In the Autumn of 2007, Sherri Shaw found her way to the group because she and Marianne happened to sit at the same table at the Emerald City Writer's Conference that year. Sherri writes Historical Romance and Paranormal Historical Romance.

Clare Tisdale joined in 2008 as the result of an email Marianne posted on the Greater Seattle Chapter Romance Writer's list seeking new members. Clare writes Contemporary Romance.

Kristine Cayne found the group in 2009 because she won Marianne's raffle basket at the Emerald City Writer's Conference that year. The basket included an offer to critique the winner's manuscript—an evaluation that resulted in an invitation to join. Kristine writes Romantic Suspense.

For more information on Romance in the Rain and the Rainy Day Writers, visit them at www.seattlerainydaywriters.com

Giveaway

All giveaway ends November 22, 2012 at midnight. Make sure to only enter the giveaway you are eligible for.

Giveaway for US residents only.

Grand Prize:

- 1 autographed copy of Deadly Obsession + SWAG

- 1 autographed copy of Deadly Addiction + SWAG

- The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever, by Julia Quinn (autographed copy)

- Blood Trinity, by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love

- 1 e-book copy of “Falling Angel” by Clare Tisdale

- 1 handmade shell necklace by Clare Tisdale

- A handmade afghan crocheted by Marianne Stillings

- 1 autographed copy of AROUSING SUSPICIONS

- 1 autographed copy of SATISFACTION

- 1 autographed copy of KILLER CHARMS

- 1 bag of truffles from Seattle Chocolates

- 3 chocolate bars from Seattle Chocolates

- $15 Starbucks gift card

- 1 autographed copy of Cattle Capers: Search For The MooMoo Pearl by Dawn Kravagna

Prize #5: 

- 1 ecopy Deadly Obsession by Kristine Cayne

- 1 print copy Accidental Cinderella, by Nancy Robards Thompson

- 1 print copy Everything I Know About Love I Learned From Romance Novels, by Sarah Wendell

Prize #6: 

- 1 ecopy Deadly Addiction by Kristine Cayne

- 1 print copy The Angel in My Arms, by Stephanie Sloane

- 1 print copy The Naughty List, by Donna Kauffman, Cynthia Eden and Susan Fox (autographed by Susan Fox)

Prize #7: 

- 1 ecopy Deadly Addiction by Kristine Cayne

- 1 print copy Tsunami Blue, by Gayle Ann Williams

- 1 print copy A Tale of Two Demon Slayers, by Angie Fox (autographed copy)

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- 1 ecopy Deadly Obsession

- 1 ecopy of A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare

- 1 ecopy of The Sergeant's Lady by Susanna Fraser

Prize #2:

- 1 ecopy Deadly Obsession

 - 1 ecopy of Unraveled by Courtney Milan

- 1 ecopy of Unlocked, a novella by Courtney Milan

Prize #3:

- 1 ecopy Deadly Obsession

- 1 ecopy of One Night in London by Caroline Linden

- 1 ecopy of Ruined by Rumor by Alyssa Everett

Prize #4:

- 1 ecopy Deadly Obsession

- 1 ecopy of Mr. Impossible by Loretta Chase

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- 1 ecopy Deadly Addiction

- $10 Amazon or B&N giftcard

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Interview+Giveaway: Kieran Kramer: Loving Lady Marcia

Title: Loving Lady Marcia
Series: House of Brady, #1
Author: Kieran Kramer
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Release Date: August 28, 2012
Pages: 368
Arianne's Review
Buy Links: Amazon (Paperback) | Amazon (Kindle) | B&N (Paperback) | B&N (Nook) | IndieBound | iBooks

Blurb:

Love changes everything...

Marcia gets schooled…Of the three Brady sisters, Lady Marcia has always seemed the girl most likely to lead a perfectly charmed life. But after a handsome cad breaks her heart, she swears off love and devotes her life to teaching girls at a private school. In spite of her family’s wish for a London debut, Marcia is happy where she is—until terrible news sends her back to the Brady clan…and into the arms of an unexpected suitor.

On the subject of loveA dark and dashing earl who knows Marcia’s past, Duncan Lattimore is surprised by what a fascinating and independent woman she’s become. Marcia, too, is surprised—by the fiery attraction she feels for Duncan. But why—why—must he be the brother of the scoundrel who broke her heart? Why must Marcia’s rival at school forbid her from seeing him? How can this lady possibly resist this fellow—when they know that it’s much more than a hunch…?

Chapter One

1814 A girl knows when her life really begins, and for fifteen-year-old Lady Marcia Sherwood, daughter of the Marquess and Marchioness of Brady, it was the moment she met the two Lattimore brothers. When the first one took his seat in the Brady carriage, she had to clamp her teeth together to keep her mouth from falling open. If her friends at school could only see him. They’d never believe he was this handsome. “I’m Finn,” he said. “Pleased to meet you.” He gave a half-grin, his eyes gleaming with something. He must guess. He must know she found him attractive. Or perhaps he found her attractive. Oh, dear. Could that be so? That would make life so much more interesting. The brothers were to be her traveling companions to Liverpool, and then across the Irish Sea to Dublin, where she’d reunite with her family. Marcia smiled, being careful to keep her expression demure, but inside, her heart was pounding. “I’m Lady Marcia Sherwood,” she said, feeling like an idiot. “But please–call me Marcia.” Her maid nudged her in the side. “Lady Marcia will do, young man.” His clothes were of the finest tailoring, setting off his good looks so well that Marcia had to wonder how he lived with himself. Had he gotten used to being so handsome? “Right,” he said lightly, “of course,” and smiled at her as if to say, When we’re alone, I’ll call you Marcia. She already adored him. A shadow fell across his face as another figure entered the carriage. This young man was just as tall but more solidly built and definitely the older of the two. Marcia had to move her knees sideways to allow him proper room to settle. Once he had, he looked directly at her. He was striking in his own way, with compelling dark brown eyes, but he lacked the charm—or should she say, the obvious delight in his surroundings—that the younger brother exuded. In fact, his tightly furrowed brow suggested he was slightly irritated before the trip had even begun. The very exciting, adventurous trip she’d been looking forward to for ages. “Good morning.” His imperturbable gaze encompassed both her and her maid. “I’m Lord Chadwick,” he threw out in bored tones, as if they should be very grateful he’d spoken at all. “Good morning,” Marcia answered. She did not like him. Her body felt all prickly and hot, and it was clearly his fault. The maid smiled at the earl. Marcia could tell she was gratified that he’d included a mere servant in his greeting. But Marcia didn’t give him credit for it. She wouldn’t. He’d put her off. The carriage rolled forward. Lord Chadwick inclined his head at her. “You must be Lady Marcia Sherwood.” It was a statement, not a question. And he said it as if he didn’t give a fig who she was. “Indeed, I am.” Marcia forced a corner of her mouth to tilt up–to please Mama. She’d been brought up with manners, after all. “I’ve heard much of your family.” His tone was cordial but cool. He was going through the motions of polite behavior, nothing more. What would Mama do? She’d probably say something complimentary—and sincere—to put the person at ease, so Marcia wracked her brains. “My parents and I are grateful for your escort all the way to Dublin. That’s a trek.” She gave a little laugh. His distracted gaze didn’t change. “It’s no trouble.” “Of course, it’s not,” Mr. Lattimore interjected warmly. Thank God for him. He was like a knight in shining armor sitting next to a knave. “Why not travel together? We’re going to the wedding ourselves.” His older brother didn’t bother acknowledging the interruption. “I understand the rest of your family is currently ensconced at your Irish estate?” he asked Marcia. Poor Mr. Lattimore. To be treated like…like a nobody. Yes, Gregory treated Peter that way, and Peter did the same to Robert, but still! It must be humiliating, and Marcia was sure Lord Chadwick was far worse a brother than any of hers. “Lady Marcia?” Lord Chadwick asked. “Oh, yes. You must mean Ballybrook. It’s the greenest place you’ve ever seen. Daddy”—she pronounced it the Gaelic way, Doddy—”and Mama retire there when Parliament isn’t in session. Otherwise, they’re quite comfortable on Grosvenor Square in London. It’s a busy life, but they say they have the best of both worlds. One green and comfortable–and one sooty…but terribly elegant, all the same.” There was a faint gleam of something in Lord Chadwick’s eye. Was it amusement? And if so, why? Marcia felt indignation surge in her breast, but of course, she wasn’t permitted to show it. Instead, she turned to look at Mr. Lattimore and was gratified to see that he didn’t appear amused. He seemed to understand her completely. His large amber eyes gazed into hers with utmost sympathy, and she returned the look as discreetly as possible. She was forced to look at his brother, while Mr. Lattimore had to sit next to him. It was hard to say who had it worse. “She’s got a point.” Mr. Lattimore elbowed the earl. “We can have the best of both worlds, too, now that you’ve got the title. Why stay in Kent when we can be in Town?” “Because the estate in Kent needs a great deal of work.” Lord Chadwick’s tone was distinctly annoyed. “And I’m not ready to take up my seat in Parliament. Not yet. I’ve a great deal of reading to do on a host of topics. Not to mention that London soot is a bit off-putting.” “That’s not it at all,” Mr. Lattimore stage-whispered to Marcia. “London’s too amusing for him. My brother is all about duty.” “As you should be, too,” Lord Chadwick muttered, his eyes on the window. The maid stopped knitting a moment. “Well, then,” Marcia said brightly, whereupon the maid’s needles began flashing in and out of a skein of wool once more. “We have a long way to travel together, don’t we?” “Indeed, we do.” The earl’s tone was dry. He turned from the window to study her a brief moment then pulled a small book out of his pocket. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be reading much of the trip.” “Not at all,” she said courteously. Mama would be proud of her composure in the face of such rudeness. Or grown-up-ness. Marcia couldn’t tell which was which sometimes. The title of the book was something about the politics of war. Lord Chadwick cleared his throat and became immersed in it immediately. Marcia exchanged the briefest of bemused glances with Mr. Lattimore. The earl thought to dismiss them as if they were children, didn’t he? She suppressed a sensation of pique. Couldn’t he see that his younger brother was far from a child? And that she was a young woman? She had brains. She could carry on an adult conversation. Not that she wanted to about the politics of war, of course. Perhaps something about the politics of fashion. There were definite sides to be had on so many issues–bonnets, ribbons, sleeve styles–although she could talk of war if she had to. Lord Chadwick turned a page of his book. The maid’s knitting needles clicked and clacked. Mr. Lattimore raised his brows in a comical way and angled his eyes toward his brother. Marcia stifled a giggle. She was too grown up to giggle, of course. But Mr. Lattimore was…well, he was simply adorable. He brought out the mischievous in her. Lord Chadwick looked up briefly, his gaze neutral yet somehow intimidating. When he went back to reading, Mr. Lattimore’s very expressive eyes expressed relief. I’m sorry for you, her own eyes said back. We won’t let him ruin the trip, she read in his. Understanding swelled between them. His mouth tilted up, just barely—a secret smile meant just for her. He leaned forward, the sharp-eyed maid’s needles flashing close by. Close enough to stab him in the thigh or arm if she so wishes, Marcia had the incongruous thought. Thankfully, Mr. Lattimore appeared oblivious to any danger. And if he were aware of it at all, I suspect he’d scoff at it, Marcia thought. He was that sort of young man. “Fine weather for traveling,” he whispered to her. His voice was like a caress. “Yes,” she whispered back. ### But the fine weather hadn’t lasted. In fact, their carriage lost a wheel en route to Liverpool, in the midst of a great, slashing storm. Thankfully, they’d been near enough a market town that Lord Chadwick had walked there with the driver to procure another. But then another deluge prevented any travel for several days. When they finally managed to board a packet to Ireland, Marcia was already head over heels for Finnian—Finn, she called him. How else to explain that she felt completely new? Joyful? Needy? And very, very confused? But mainly joyful. Although perhaps blissful was a better word. Blissful and aching. How she ached! Yet it was a blissful ache. Which made no sense– Good Lord, she needed help. But she couldn’t tell Mother what was going on. It was too…private at this point. Janice would be a lovely confidante, but she’d have her two childhood friends with her at the wedding. She and Marcia both would be distracted by the festivities—and Marcia needed a good, long coze with her sister to explain what it felt like to fall in love. This wasn’t something she could toss off in casual conversation. There were her close friends at school, of course—she could write them letters. Wouldn’t they read her story avidly! But she didn’t feel comfortable revealing her feelings in a missive that could possibly pass through many hands. What if her classmate Lysandra read it? She and the two foolish minions she’d managed to recruit from among the student body would make fun of her, and that Marcia couldn’t bear. On the packet, she’d passed several girls on deck her age, but even if she were to befriend them, who wanted to reveal such deep passion to someone one had only just met? Of course, she’d only just met Finn, too, but that was different. They’d been through so much together already. He wasn’t a stranger in the least. Riding together in a carriage for days on end tended to make one familiar with someone rapidly. Her heart warmed. And standing at the prow of the sailing packet, she realized didn’t need any of her favorite people’s advice or shoulders to lean on, much as she loved them. She simply needed Finn. It was a startling, exhilarating conclusion, and she would bask in it in private, staring out at the sea and the endless horizon, where the sun hung huge and low. Life was so much bigger than she’d ever imagined it could be…. “There you are.” The deep, dark, and now familiar voice of Duncan Lattimore, Lord Chadwick, intruded upon Marcia’s thoughts, and he joined her at the bow, at her left. She was shocked. Nay, astounded. Why was he talking to her suddenly? He’d made no effort to speak to her the entire trip, except when he’d been forced to at meal times. At dinner one night in a respectable inn, he’d asked several other young ladies closer to his age what they liked to do—what books they liked to read, for example—but he’d never asked her anything. He was too important to be bothered with his younger brother’s friends, Finn had told her. That’s what happened when one inherited a fortune, a title, and properties at a young age. But perhaps she should give the earl another chance. “Hello, Lord Chadwick,” she said now, attempting to feel charitable toward him. She focused on the one day on their journey when a wheel had broken on the carriage, and he’d walked through rain and mud to a village to procure help. “Have you seen my brother?” he asked her without preamble. Her friendlier feelings dissolved. “No,” she said, “but I was hoping he’d make an appearance above decks soon.” Hoping was a puny word. Praying was more like it. “He’s not in our cabin,” Lord Chadwick said in that distracted way he had, as if he had more important things to do than speak to her. Marcia felt another wave of dislike. Didn’t he even notice that the sea was awe-inspiring? That she was wearing a pretty bonnet that deserved to be complimented? That she was also a skilled conversationalist, if he’d give her a chance? “I don’t know where Mr. Lattimore is,” she admitted, “but if I should see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.” “Very good,” he said, but made no motion to leave. Perhaps he stayed because they were leaning over the prow, a compelling spot to be in those pressing few minutes between dusk and night at sea. It was a place to show fortitude–and a time that drew people to stand together against the vastness of the ocean and the impending darkness, sharing confessions they otherwise might not share. Marcia felt no such affinity with Lord Chadwick, however. No desire to find solace in his company, no curiosity to know him any better than she already did. But as the seconds passed in silence and the rising waves and sharpening wind pressed upon her to be as bold as they, she blurted out, “You don’t like me, do you? I’m that silly girl involved with your brother—” A gust of wind lifted Lord Chadwick’s dark brown hair. “Involved?” She noticed that he was handsome. He’d always been but in an understated way. Not like golden-haired Finn, who turned feminine heads in every tap room they’d entered, in every street they’d walked. Marcia lifted her chin. “Surely, you’ve observed we’ve spent time together.” “Of course, I have. Haven’t we all?” They watched a cresting wave break into foam, then two more. “True,” she said. “Just don’t get too attached to him,” the earl replied in his nonchalant way. She held fast to the railing, keenly aware that he hadn’t bothered to answer her original question. Not that she cared if he liked her. But she felt a frisson of annoyance—and fear—at his last remark. “What do you mean?” She attempted to sound careless. Inside, she felt anything but. “My brother’s got obligations.” The earl kept his eyes on the horizon. “He sometimes forgets that his job is to become a man, not sharpen his skills of flirtation.” The implication being that she was nothing more than another girl for Finn to charm. The insult came just as a rogue wave slapped the hull, sending spray on Marcia’s face. But she ignored the salt water trickling down her cheek, barely even felt it, in fact. Her middle churned with anger, with a need to put this man in his place. “You’re rude.” The wind flung her words out to sea, frustrating her enough that she leaned closer, demanding that he turn his head to look at her. “You’ve been rude to me since the first moment I met you. Why? What have I ever done to you?” “Me? Rude?” The earl’s face registered disbelief. “You don’t speak to me.” He gave a short laugh. “You’re fifteen.” “Almost sixteen,” she replied airily. “And I happen to know how to hold a good conversation. Not only that, I’m friends with your younger brother.” “Lady Marcia,” the earl said in steely tones. “I’m a busy man. I have much on my mind. And yes, I’ve observed that you’re carrying on a flirtation with Finn—surely, his attentions are enough to occupy you.” “It’s not simply a flirtation.” She felt her voice crack and was mortified. “And I’m not a spoiled child, demanding excess attention. All I ask is common courtesy. And respect.” Lord Chadwick drew in a deep breath and looked steadily at her. “I’ve obviously disappointed you, for which I apologize. But I’ve no inclination to spar with you this evening or any other.” He turned and made his way down the empty deck. It was the dinner hour. But she’d no appetite. For days, she’d had none. Love had taken it away. She grabbed onto a swinging line. “You’re wrong about Finn and me!” she yelled after the earl. “But you can’t see that, can you?” She knew she shouldn’t be saying such shocking things, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “It’s because you miss out on so much of life. You read books instead of getting to know people sitting across from you in carriages.” Lord Chadwick stopped and turned to face her, his expression inscrutable. “You adjourn to your room early,” she continued unabashedly, “to look at account books rather than stay up late and tell stories by the fire. And right now you don’t even seem to notice how breathtaking the sunset is. Someday you’ll be sorry you were ever so smug. And someday I’ll prove to you there is such a thing as a perfect love.” He looked over the railing at the blood red sun, then back at her. “There is no perfect love, nor a perfect life,” he said, his eyes dark, his gaze boring into hers. “So give up wishing, will you? It would be a shame to see you hurt. Good evening, Lady Marcia.” And he resumed walking. Oh, if only she could throw him overboard! Finn appeared at the prow, thank God, a few moments later. “What’s wrong?” Instantly, she felt better. “Your brother—he tried to—” “Tried to what?” The concern in his eyes made her care for him all the more. “He tried to warn me against you. He said…he said you’re sharpening your skills of flirtation rather than working on your obligations.” She felt some of her anger dissipate when he pulled her into his arms. She’d been dreaming of such a moment. “What man wouldn’t fall head over heels for you?” he said into her hair. “And put aside work to be with you?” “You’re kind to say so,” she said, daring to remain in his arms. “I’m not kind; I’m truthful.” He pulled back to look at her, his hands leaving fire where he touched her shoulders. “I’m sorry Duncan was rude.” Night was close. No one was looking. Amazing how on a small packet, one could get away with so much. “If it means we’ll do this”–she leaned against his chest–”I hope he’ll be rude to me again.” “Marcia,” Finnian whispered. “Finn,” she whispered back, and closed her eyes, reveling in the knowledge that she could both feel and hear his beating heart. He pulled back and lifted her chin. “I don’t know how it happened so fast.” “I don’t, either.” She saw that yearning in his eyes, the same one she’d seen in other boys and men in the village in Surrey and on her school trips to Brighton and London. It was a mystery to her no more. She knew it was desire. But she wanted him just as much. Wanted him to hold her, to kiss her. Please, she thought. “I’m falling in love with you.” His voice was rough. “And I with you,” she answered. She already had. Everything was Finn. Except for that one, small corner of her mind where she saw his brother telling her not to get attached. And then walking away as if she were a nuisance he was glad to leave. Duncan Lattimore obviously liked to ruin things. But she wouldn’t let him ruin this. The arc of the wind-filled jib sail obscured her and Finnian from view. She put a tentative hand on the side of his face. He leaned into her palm, caressing it with his jaw, an act so tender, her eyes began to sting. And then he drew her hand down, clutched it in his own, and kissed her. It was perfect. So perfect she knew in that moment that love was hers for the taking. “I must see you as often as possible,” Finn said, as if she were the greatest treasure on earth. “I’m leaving my school,” she replied without preamble. “I must be in London. Near you.” “Yes. I like London. Much better than the estate in Kent. Or Oxford.” He kissed her again, a possessive, lingering seal of their mutual promise. This time his hand came so close to the underside of her breast, she shivered. The words she’d thrown like a gauntlet to Lord Chadwick came back to her: And someday I’ll prove to you there is such a thing as a perfect love. With Finn, Marcia knew it could be so. It was so. Already. ### It had been a whirlwind two weeks in Dublin. She’d spent every possible moment she could with Finn. Janice was completely oblivious to her strong feelings for him, caught up as she was in the excitement of being in Dublin with two of her oldest and best friends. And now it was the night of Marcia’s sixteenth birthday. Her family had rented a private residence on Dublin’s Southside with a beautiful conservatory attached. Long after the rest of the family had gone to bed, in the deepest, stillest part of the night, she and Finn lay on their backs, cradled in each other’s arms, and looked up through the glass ceiling at the stars barely visible—”but still there,” Finn insisted—through the clouds. “You only have to be sixteen to marry in Scotland,” he murmured against her hair. She almost stopped breathing. “Really?” “Yes,” he said, and ran his hand down her flank. “When we get back to England, we’re going to run away. To Gretna Green.” “Yes,” she whispered, and held tighter to him, suddenly feeling small. This was genuine, their love. All too genuine. And although most of the time, she embraced it bravely and with great joy, like a feather dancing in the wind, at the moment she felt its all-consuming power, its potential to sweep her away to parts unknown. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered back, and kissed her, his mouth tender upon her own. No. She wouldn’t be. He pulled her ties loose at her back, gently pushing her sleeves and bodice down while he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. That night, Marcia let love take her where it would. She gave Finn everything. Everything. In the dark, their coupling was awkward. Fast. The fear of discovery was strong between them. And then much to Marcia’s surprise, there had been pain. Blood. More awkwardness. But as was typical with Finn, he didn’t dwell on unpleasantness. After she’d fumbled about and restored herself to order, he merely pulled her close again. “Right,” he said, and released a long sigh. She waited a few seconds. They’d given themselves to each other. It was a profound moment. But when Finn didn’t speak, she realized he might be nervous. Her father and mother slept nearby, as did her siblings. If they were discovered, there’d be hell to pay. “I love you,” she reassured him and snuggled close. “You’re the one and only man I will ever love.” He stroked her hair a few moments. “We’re splendid together,” he said after a few seconds. “More than splendid.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’re perfect,” she sighed, and looked up at him with a grin. He grinned back and kissed her once more—a long, lingering kiss–then pulled her to her feet from the extremely crude bed they’d made of pillows stolen from a few chairs. “And now I must go,” he said, sounding nervous, as she’d guessed he must be. “We can’t be found out.” “I know.” She clung to him. “But I wish you didn’t have to go.” This was their last night together. Tomorrow, she’d be off to Ballybrook, and he’d travel to Cork with Lord Chadwick to visit friends and then take a packet back across the Irish Sea to England. Soon, though, they’d be together forever. “Where and when will we meet to go to Gretna?” she asked him. “I’ll plan it all out when I get back to England and write you a letter, of course.” He pinched her cheek. “Silly.” And then he laughed. She did, too. She couldn’t help it. Seeing him laugh made her happier than anything else in the world. She was still brimming over with it when the next morning dawned cold and gray. Her first thought wasn’t even a thought—it was a feeling that ran like a slow, lazy, warm, wonderful river through her body: Love. Love, love, love. She smiled at the ceiling, rubbed her lips together, remembering how Finn had kissed her. Ran her hands over her belly, and lower. He’d been there. He’d been everywhere. He was a part of her now. But then tears blurred her vision when she remembered that she wouldn’t be seeing him that day. She wouldn’t be seeing him for weeks. She lingered in her room, feigning a headache—utterly miserable, ready to snap at anyone who dared speak to her, almost hoping she could, because then she could cry openly, and everyone would think it was because she was sorry for being a shrew. But that wouldn’t be why she’d be crying. Oh, no. She’d be crying because she didn’t belong anywhere Finn wasn’t. She was in the midst of packing for the journey to Ballybrook—as if she cared anymore about the new wing Daddy had designed!–when she received a note from Finn. Finn. Finn, Finn, Finn. She wanted to hug the servant who’d brought the stiff envelope. She sniffed it. It smelled of him. Suddenly, her world was sunshine-y again. She pressed the paper over her heart and seated herself at her dressing table, luxuriating in the knowledge that she was Finn’s and that a message had come from her beloved. It would be a love note to tide her over until she got back to her school in Surrey, a missive she’d keep under her pillow. And perhaps in the letter he’d write about when they could next…be together. Perhaps he had a plan for that. Gretna couldn’t come soon enough. She could hardly breathe, thinking of the risks they were taking. Being in love, she decided, was not for the fainthearted. When she finished the note, she stared at her reflection in the looking glass. The woman that she’d become overnight looked back at her. But whereas moments ago, that woman had been flush with love, her heart brimming over with it, in fact, the person looking back at her now was an empty shell. Finn had written that he was shocked to hear he’d be sailing not back to England from Ireland but to America—in accordance with his brother’s wishes. “He’s sending me to a property of ours in Virginia for an apprenticeship in land management,” Finn wrote, “but I know the real reason I’m going. He wants to keep us apart.” There was a blob of ink, as if he’d forgotten to sign it–as if his hectoring sibling were standing at his bedchamber door with an open trunk demanding that Finn throw his breeches and cravats into it then and there. It was the last note Marcia would ever receive from him.

Interview

1. Will you be writing about the boys from the House of Brady as well?

Yes! My next book is called THE EARL IS MINE, and it’s Gregory’s story. I hope you’ll like it! I had such fun writing it.

2. How many books are you planning for the series?

Six, one for each sibling. But I do also have a bonus e-novella coming out in December with characters who know the members of the House of Brady. I’m so excited about that! It will tide people over, I hope, until Gregory’s book comes out at the end of February 2013.

3. Will we see Duncan and Marcia in future books?

Yes, they might pop in occasionally. I always like my characters to do that if they can. But it has to suit the story. I won’t just arbitrarily grab an old character and put him or her in the new story. But I do love all my characters and wish they could get together for a party in each book just so I can say hi to them again .

4. Does your husband read your books?

He’s read a couple of them, which I think is very sweet. He once read one of my books on a Navy ship, which was brave. He had to explain to the other guys that it was a romance novel his wife wrote. 

5. Where did you get the idea for the House of Brady?

I woke up one night from a dream with that idea in my head! I always liked the Brady Bunch when I was a kid. They inspired me to want to write about a blended family back in the Regency days.

6. Do you currently have an outline of each character and what their story is going to be?

No. I let their individual stories unravel as the series progresses, although I do know what each of the brothers and sisters is like already—what their personalities are, etc. Right now I’m thinking about Janice and her story. I’m still working out what the plot will be!

7. Anything you would like to ask our readers?

Yes! I would like to ask your readers if they have a favorite book for a particular season to go back and read. Like, do they have a favorite fall book? A favorite winter book? How about a favorite spring or summer book?

Thanks so much for having me here today, Arianne. I loved visiting with you! I’m also so grateful to you and your readers for the amazing support you give my books and the world of romance, in general. 

Hugs!!! 

Kieran :>)

Other books by Kieran:

House of Brady, #2, coming out Feb 2013

Impossible Bachelors Series (in order):

   

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When Harry Met Molly (Kindle) | When Harry Met Molly (Paperback)
Dukes to the Left of Me, Princes to the Right (Paperback) |Dukes to the Left of Me, Princes to the Right (Kindle)
Cloudy With A Chance Of Marriage (Paperback) |Cloudy With A Chance Of Marriage (Kindle)
If You Give A Girl A Viscount (Paperback) | If You Give A Girl A Viscount (Kindle)

About Kieran:

Double Rita®-finalist and USA Today bestseller Kieran Kramer is the author of the lighthearted Regency historical romance series, The Impossible Bachelors, published by St. Martin’s Press.

She has a new six-book contract with St. Martin’s for another Regency series called The House of Brady, premiering in August 2012 with LOVING LADY MARCIA.

A former CIA employee, journalist, and English teacher, Kieran’s also a game show veteran, karaoke enthusiast, and general adventurer. Without doubt her greatest adventure, which she’s taken hand-in-hand with her husband of 23 years, a commander in the US Navy Reserves, has been mothering their three children.

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