This is probably going to be my last blog post of 2020. And what better way to end the year than by sharing some of my Christmas decorations? A.S. Fenichel asks:
Are your decorations up? We’d love to see some pictures and if you have an ornament with some special meaning, how about the story?
In our house, my husband is the King of Christmas Lights. He makes sure both inside and outside are bright and cheerful—which, given how early it gets dark in Northern British Columbia at this time of year, is wonderful. He is also in charge of putting up the tree, though it is my job to decorate it. This year felt like it needed some extra cheer, so we’ve had everything up and on since November 12 (we like to wait until after Remembrance Day).
Speaking of decorating the tree, I found myself needing to buy more ornaments this year. You see, ever since our son was born in 1998, I’ve bought him and his two sisters a Christmas ornament for their stockings. For a few years, I had so many I couldn’t put them all on the tree! But then the girls left home and took their ornaments with them. Then our son moved out this summer, so his ornaments moved, too. All of a sudden, the tree looked very bare!
One of my favourite ornaments is made from dough and has five snowmen, one for each of us in the family. Even though we’ve added two sons-in-law and have grandbabies on the way, it is still a wonderful memento of the many Christmases we’ve shared. I also treasure homemade ornaments and decorations, and a special one featuring the Nativity that we were given for our very first Christmas as a married couple.
I just spent fifteen minutes writing and discarding introductions to this week’s topic. I give up, so I'm just going to dive in.
This week on the Blog Hop, A.S. Fenichel says:
December seems like a good time to tell us all about your writing plans for next year. Tell us what’s upcoming and why you’re excited about it.
I am really hoping to finish my current work-in-progress before Christmas. That means I will have worked on three manuscripts this year, which for me is amazing. That includes AFTER WORDS, which I completed in January and published in September. The other two stories are what I am planning to release to the world in 2021, and I am very excited about both of them!
RICHLY DESERVED will be the second in my TIMELESS Season Romance Collection. I need to write the formal description still, but here’s the gist: Claudia owns a frame shop and is opening a private gallery. Titus is the artist she lures into doing her grand opening exhibition. They become involved in a mystery that involves Barkerville gold miners and long-lost artwork. I just sent the second draft off to my editor, and I’m hoping to release this in March of next year.
THE ROOTS OF THINGS will by my third seasoned romance. It revolves around the search for a child given up for adoption sixty years ago. Aubrey and Phillip, the main characters, are the daughter and nephew of the birth parents, now in their 80’s, who are reunited in a seniors residence. They have their own troubled past, and I am having a lot of fun exploring their relationship. The plan would be to release this book in September 2021.
If 2020 has taught us anything, it’s that plans can change at a moments notice. But having goals is healthy, as long as you can roll with the punches, be flexible, and look for the positives.
Now hop on over to Jenna Da Sie to see what fun she has in store for next year!
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Sometimes being grateful isn’t a feeling. Sometimes it’s an act of defiance. 2020 has been that kind of year. That’s why this week’s Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop is so important.
Leslie Hachtel commands: Tell us what you are most grateful for.
If you joined me from Clair Brett, welcome.
It will be hard to write this post without being too maudlin. 2020 has had its challenges – COVID and non-COVID related – but in the grand scheme of things, it would be selfish of me to complain. There have been a lot of wonderful things, too, including the announcement of two grandbabies soon to join our family.
So what am I most grateful for?
The way this year has forced me to realize how much I took for granted.
Hugs from family.
Face to face visits with friends.
The freedom to come and go when and where I please.
Days unburdened by anxiety.
Once these trying times have passed, it will only be human nature to relax back into the casual acceptance of all these things. But I hope the memory of 2020 will help me take a little extra joy in the ordinary everyday.
I’d love to hear what you are most grateful for. Leave a comment below, then be sure to hop over to Caro Kinkead who is next on the list.
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Jo is flighty and scattered and impulsive – or that’s what her sisters think. Luke Donwell is destined to be a Catholic priest – or that’s what his parents hope for. Neither is prepared for the heat between them. Jo’s heart will break when he leaves her, but how can a girl compete with God?
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Nothing will stop Camryn from dragging Bendixon and Sons back to profitability—especially not Will Danson, the sexy single dad who is standing in her way. Soon the two are competing for construction bids and career-making contracts. But it is Camryn’s battered heart that Will truly wants to win.
New Release from Caro Kinkaid - To Lure a Lord
She must find a husband quickly or be forced into an arranged marriage. But can the man trying to scuttle her efforts be the answer to her prayers?
The London season is a ticking clock for Augusta Eastleigh. With her mother’s help, she has a marriage prospect she hopes will satisfy her grandfather, the Earl of Forebridge. But Lord Blair MacDonald, recently returned to London, does not look kindly on her efforts to snare his friend. Nor does he hesitate to make his views known about Augusta and the rumors surrounding her birth.
Blair has more than one reason to dislike the girl. With his older brother Hamish critically wounded while fighting on the Peninsula, and his eldest brother refusing to marry, the Marquess of Rutherglen has decided his third son will be the one to carry on the family line. Which means he needs to marry. Now. The girl his father has chosen for Blair? None other than Augusta Eastleigh.
The situation pleases neither of them. But with the heads of the families set on the match, can they find common ground together, or will they face an unhappy future?
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As seems to befit 2020, winter has come early to Northern BC. At least, that’s what it feels like. And while the holidays aren’t going to be the same as in previous years, we’ll still do our best to celebrate with family and friends.
That being said, on the Romance Weekly Blog Hop today, we’re sharing our favourite holiday recipes. Leslie Hachtel has asked us to name our favorite Thanksgiving food and provide the recipe. Since we Canadians have already enjoyed our Thanksgiving meal, I’m sharing a recipe that is often requested no matter what the occasion – Portuguese Red Potatoes.
This is a recipe I learned from my mother-in-law. I have no idea if it’s a traditional Portuguese dish or one that she created herself. But if you’re looking for an alternative to mashed potatoes and want to add some colour to your table, it’s pretty and delicious.
Portuguese Red Potatoes
5 lbs. medium potatoes (any kind) peeled and cut in half if on the very of large. Do NOT quarter as they will cook too quickly.
1 tbsp. paprika
2 tbsp. oil
¼ tsp. black pepper
¼ tsp. white pepper
1 tsp. chicken boulion
7.5 ounce can tomato paste
4 tbsp. sweet red pepper paste (see note below)
Put potatoes in large casserole dish or slow cooker. Mix remaining ingredients together and pour over potatoes. Mix well so all potatoes are coated. Cover.
If using oven, bake at 350 for 1 hour and test for doneness.
If using slow cooker, cook on high 2.5 hours or low 5 hours.
Cooking times may vary depending on how well done you like your potatoes. I prefer them firm, not mushy, so this might not be long enough for you.
Sweet Red Pepper Paste is a very simple mixture made with red bell peppers cut or ground into small pieces seasoned with a little salt and preserved in jars. My mother-in-law made her own, but I believe it is available in delicatessens.
I hope you give this wonderful dish a try. Now hop on over to Clair Brett for another holiday treat!
This week on the blog hop, A.S. Fenichel says:
It’s been a while since we shared anything about our own books. How about we share an excerpt from our work in progress and the inspiration for the book?
I have two works in progress right now. One is the start of a new series about a book club that is so much more than reading and drinking wine. I’m still feeling my way around those characters and settings (though you can be assured it is set in Prince George as usual).
The other manuscript I’m working on is my next release (I think it will be ready for the world in January 2021). It is called RICHLY DESERVED, and features a heroine who runs a frame shop and the bald, bearded artist she is trying to lure into exhibiting at her brand new art gallery. Once again, the characters are around fifty years old, and bring with them baggage from past relationships, family and careers.
This is how their story begins:
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a businesswoman acting as her own general contractor must be in need of a large hammer.
With which to hit recalcitrant sub-contractors on the head.
Unfortunately, bastardizing Jane Austen wasn’t going to fix the current situation.
Claudia Aronson bared her teeth. The grizzled man in front of her jerked a shoulder toward his ear and looked away.
“Tell me again, Cecil, why the paint on that wall is not the colour I chose?”
Cecil spun the roller in his hand. Claudia took a step back to avoid the drops flicking off the fuzzy head and almost stumbled, her heel catching in the drop cloth protecting the floor. Her temper flared and she clamped down on it.
“You said you wanted white,” Cecil said, waving a hand at the wall behind him. “This is white.”
“I chose Dove Wing in a matte finish,” Claudia said with what she thought was admirable patience. “This is Super White in glossy.”
Cecil squinted at the wall. “Well, sure. But they’re both white. And this was on sale.”
“I don’t care. It is not the white I chose.” She nudged the paint can with the toe of her shoe. “Return this, get Dove Wing, and redo the wall. And if there is no refund, you’ll have to absorb the cost of the correct colour. I did not order Super White, so I am not paying for Super White.”
Without waiting for a reply, she sailed through the door leading to the main room. Thank goodness she had caught Cecil’s error before he’d finished more than one of the smaller walls in the rear of the gallery.
The main exhibition area was still in the throes of renovation, but Claudia could already see the finished space in her imagination. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and let the vision that had been dancing in her head for months erase the tension of the last few moments.
The entire front of the building was a wide expanse of glass that allowed muted daylight in—enough to give the room a natural glow but not enough to cause issues with potentially fragile artwork. Of course, it would be supplemented by discreet, appropriate lighting where necessary. Half the space soared two storeys high, while the other half had a twelve-foot ceiling that didn’t detract from the lofty, airy feel. The walls, now a bedraggled canvas of unfinished Gyproc and drywall mud, would be the soothing, classy shade of white she’d lost sleep deciding on, now that she’d sorted that issue out. Drawing a deep breath through her nose, she reminded herself there were still four weeks until her soft opening, and there was plenty of time to correct Cecil’s mistake.
He wasn’t all bad, after all. While he might have rebelled over her choice of paint colour, he had followed her instructions exactly when it came to the false walls she’d had him construct. These were currently lined up like dominoes, waiting for their own coats of paint, but when completed she’d be able to place them in various locations throughout the space, giving her the ability to customize traffic patterns and displays. She’d even gone to the considerable cost of having an electrician run wiring under the floor—being careful to preserve the original hardwood as much as possible—and installing discreet outlets in a number of places so that the portable panels, each wired internally, would have proper lighting.
She heard the backdoor slam shut and deduced that Cecil had left to get the correct paint. Stepping carefully around the piles of construction paraphernalia, she manoeuvred toward the folding banquet table placed near the front windows that was serving as her desk until her office—in the back, next to the smaller gallery that was also going to be a client lounge—was completed. Her heels clicked on the floor, which still needed to be sanded and refinished, but that would be one of the last steps to avoid any potential damage. The deep honey colour she’d chosen for the stain would soften the white of the walls even further and warm the space from industrial to natural.
Flipping open the lid of her laptop, she began reading and replying to emails. While the gallery was taking up a lot of her time and energy, she still had her framing business to run. Its decades of success were the foundation on which she was building this new venture, and it deserved her attention.
Dreams were all well and good, but they needed to be rooted in practicality.
She had worked her way well into her to-do list when a shadow crossed her desk—and stayed. Assuming it was just a lookie-loo wondering about the work going on in the long-abandoned space, she ignored it. When, after long moments, it didn’t move on, she looked up.
Silhouetted against the sharp June sunlight was a man. A large, broad-shouldered man with a shaved head, heavy eyebrows, and a short dark beard. He wore stained, ripped jeans and a slouchy black hoodie and stood with his hands in the pockets, staring intently past her into the interior of the gallery.
Still expecting him to move on, she waited. He didn’t appear to have noticed her, tucked into the corner against the wall, and his gaze swept the room, sharp and assessing. An uneasy feeling trickled down her spine. No artwork was stored in the building yet, but the tools and supplies visible were worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars.
She reached slowly for her phone, before remembering with relief the front door was locked. The movement must have caught the man’s attention, though, as he turned his head toward her.
The glass did nothing to dim the concentrated focus in his eyes. Claudia blinked, frozen with one hand on her phone and the other gripping the edge of the table.
“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice muffled but audible, and moved to the door.
Not on your life, Claudia thought, and remained in her seat.
He grasped the handle and tugged firmly, rattling the frame. “It’s locked,” he said, though this time Claudia couldn’t hear the words, could only read his lips. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, gesturing her to approach.
Cautiously she rose, circled round the table, and stood in front of the door. Now she was no longer seated, she realized he wasn’t quite as tall as she’d thought, probably only a couple inches taller than herself. But since she was wearing two-inch heels and was five-eleven in her socks, that still put him well over six-feet.
“What do you want?” she said.
“Are you Claudia?” he said. “Claudia Aronson?”
Most of the tension leaked out of her shoulders. “Yes. And you are?”
He placed a small square card flat on the glass. A stylized rendition of a mountain framed three words forming two lines of text.
Titus Wilcox. Artist.
She unlocked the door.
Titus was used to being regarded with caution. His size made many women—and some men—step warily around him. He didn’t mind. He wasn’t one for small talk, didn’t enjoy meeting strangers, and was happiest on his own. If others preferred to keep him at a distance, he was fine with that.
Once he’d made up his mind to interact with someone, he wanted to get it over and done with. Claudia Aronson had initiated the contact, so now she’d have to deal with him on his terms.
As he waited for her to release the deadbolt, he scanned the small, professional printed sign fastened to the glass just beside the door. Future home of FAUNA, it read in large font, and below, in smaller type, Art Gallery Opening Soon. He liked the name. It gave him a good vibe.
Claudia swung the door open, stepping back to allow him in. “Thanks.” He moved past her, deeper into the large room. The multi-level ceiling gave it character, made it feel less warehouse-redone chic. “Nice,” he said. “Versatile. Location’s a little out of the way, though.”
“Prince George isn’t a big city. Nothing’s that out of the way,” she said with a faint bite. He imagined she was holding back a none of your business retort. “We’re only a few blocks from the downtown core.”
“In a light industrial area.”
“It’s changing. There’s a craft beer pub just down the street and a communal artists workshop one block over.”
He’d obviously poked a sore spot given the blue fire in her eye and the faint flush rising to her pale cheeks. He liked the vigour of her response, though. If he was going to allow her to show his work, he’d want her to tap into that passion to make sure it sold.
“You never replied to my emails,” she said.
“I read them. That’s why I’m here.”
“I appreciate that,” she said, not hiding her sarcasm quite as well this time.
She hadn’t moved from position near the door. She stood straight-spined with her hands clasped at her waist like a nun in a medieval painting. An Amazonian-nun, he thought, one confident in her height and voluptuousness. An electric blue skirt clung tightly to generous hips and her white blouse was unbuttoned at the neck, not indiscreetly low but enough to hint at abundant breasts. Her shoes were an eye-catching blend of colours with slender heels high enough to emphasize the strong curve of her calves.
“I rarely do exhibitions,” he said, wandering around a pile of supplies to get a closer look at a row of unfinished, free-standing panels. They were placed like books on shelf, spines facing out, each about ten feet square and fifteen inches wide.
“I know. But you’ve just moved to town. I’m opening a new gallery. It would benefit us both.”
“I’ve been here ten months.” And would be moving on in two more. A year was the most he stayed in one place. “I hate schmoozing.”
“Ten months is nothing. I’m good at schmoozing. And making sales.”
“I don’t need the money.”
“Everyone needs money. But I agree, it’s not about the money. It’s about sharing your art.”
He shot her a glance over his shoulder. Did she really understand that was the basis of all creativity? Or was she just that good at her job?
She had left her sentry post and now stood a few feet away, neat and pristine in the middle of renovation rubble. Her blond hair was textured and wavy, slightly longer than chin length, and if it was coloured to hide the grey a woman of her age might be expected to show it looked natural and flattering. Her blue eyes met his with calm assurance.
Before he could say anything further, the front door opened, reflecting light like a sword-stroke across the room. Claudia turned her back on him.
“Mae,” she said, striding toward the young woman standing uncertainly in the entrance. “Is it that time already? I’ll be ready for you in a moment.”
Titus noted the narrow, rectangular, paper-wrapped package clutched in Mae’s right hand. Was she another artist Claudia was courting? The young woman had straight dark hair and, next to Claudia’s vibrant persona, appeared slight and frail. When Claudia gently took her arm and escorted the younger woman toward the table in the corner, he noticed tiny arms and legs dangling from a baby-carrier strapped to her front.
Claudia hurried across the dusty floor back to him. “I’m sorry, I have another appointment.”
“That’s okay, I can wait.”
“I want to get a feel for the space,” he said. “It will help me decide about the show.”
“It’s a construction zone.”
“I’ll use my imagination. I am an artist, after all.” He nodded at the panels. “Movable walls?”
She nodded. “Yes. Almost any configuration you want.”
She hovered, a frown creasing between her brows.
“Go.” He shooed her away with one hand, and she went, giving him one last puzzled glance over her shoulder.
Like most writers, I found my way in the writing business because I am a voracious reader. This week on the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop, Christina Alexandra says:
“I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a good book and reading it only once.” ~ C.S. Lewis
Do you reread books? Are there certain books you reread at certain times of the year?
If you joined me from Leslie Hachtel, welcome!
I DEFINITELY reread books, and always have. It’s a different kind of enjoyment when you’re reading something that you know the ending of. Romances are especially easy rereads for me because even on a first read you know the couple will get together—it’s the journey that’s intriguing. But a well-written suspense or mystery is fine, too. You see nuances of the story that you might not have noticed on the first read. And sometimes the characters are just so amazing it’s like visiting with old friends.
I’ve slowly curated my collection of physical books over the years. Now, I only keep (and buy) books I know I’ll be rereading. Some of them are from my childhood. I had to buy new copies of my Lord of the Rings books because I reread them so often the paperbacks were wearing out. And my Anne of Green Gables series is almost as worn – I think I’ve read it more often than LOTR but I took better care of it. Then there’s my Rex Stout and Dick Francis collections, of course.
Ebooks are great for re-reading, since they never wear out LOL! I own all of Courtney Milan’s historical romances as ebooks and have reread them numerous times, along with books by Jennifer Cruise, Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Eloisa James. And while I have the Outlander series in physical form, I also bought it in ebook – Jamie and Claire’s story is simply so massive that having them digitally makes it easier to reread.
As for rereading books at a certain time of year, I don’t think I do that. But I do go through stages when I can’t find anything new to enjoy and I fall back on my old favourites as comfort reads. Sometimes the world feels too uncertain to take a chance on anything new, and an old book friend is the best way to go.
Now, on to Christina Alexander, the instigator of this topic, who is next in the blog hop.
The honor of your presence is requested by The Earl and Countess of Stapleton at their house
party to celebrate TWELFTH NIGHT. Festivities include: a titillating masked ball, ice skating, a
romp in the local village, a naughty treasure hunt, midnight kisses in the garden and the Twelfth Night Ball where holiday magic brings about seven perfect matches.
This week only, the holiday anthology ONCE UPON A TWELFTH NIGHT is only 99 cents!
It includes "A Twelfth Night Wager" by Christina Alexandra.
After spending half her life in service, lady's companion Adelaide Shipley longs for a modest life of her own making. But a midnight wager with Win Maddox has her dreaming of more. Losing to the silver-tongued barrister would cost her everything, but winning could lead to her dreams coming true forever.
Today's blog post won't have too many words. Sometimes it's best to just sit quietly and appreciate the beauty at this time of year. That's why I asked my fellow RWW members:
Today, let’s fill our blogs with Fall Photos! Share what it looks like around your part of the world at this time of year.
Usually by this time in September in Northern British Columbia we would have had our first frost. But we haven't yet, and the night continue to be cool and mild. That does mean some of our trees aren't quite as colourful as they might be, although the golds and oranges (and a few reds) are definitely making an appearance.
The next stop on your fall photo tour is Clair Brett. Check out her part of the world by clicking here!
Launching a new book is always an exciting, nerve-wracking and anxious time. I've lived with the characters and the story for months by the time the public reads it, and it is a little like sending your child off to kindergarten. You hope they make new friends, but you know not everyone will like them.
I just checked my notes, and I started writing AFTER WORDS in August 2019. That's more than a year ago! I've mentioned before how it was the easiest book I've ever written. The story flowed so smoothly, mostly because I had William Henry's Smith journal to guide me. I knew how I had gone about trying to find him, so Leeza and Gavin did the same things - with much better (fictional) results, of course!
This story spans times, crosses Canada, and reunites families. I really hope you love it as much as I do.
You can pre order your ebook from your favourite retailer by clicking here. For those of you who prefer print books, the pandemic has delayed that process a little, but I hope to have the proof in hand very soon. As soon as I can confirm it is good to go, I will hit publish on that as well.
Thank you so much for joining me on this writing journey. Happy reading!
The only rule for writing romance is that the main characters must come to a happy, committed relationship at the end of the book. Other than that, there are no restrictions when it comes to characters, setting, plots, or eras. I think that’s why it is THE most widely read genre out there – because there truly is something for everyone.
This week on the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop, I asked my fellow members to talk about something that’s been on my mind for a while now -
Falling in love isn’t restricted to twenty-year-olds. Share your favourite book that celebrates the relationship between older characters.
When I first realized I wanted to write a romance with mature characters – well, mature in age, at least LOL! – I started paying attention to the ages in the books I was reading. To be honest, I am surprised how many there are that feature heroes and heroines in their late thirties, and even forties. But they aren’t always advertised as seasoned romance (ageism is a whole other topic, and not limited to romance novels).
One of the first I remember reading with an older heroine is BLACK ROSE from Nora Robert’s In the Garden Trilogy. Roz, a widow with a disastrous second marriage behind her, falls reluctantly in love with the man she hires to look into her family’s history. Like all of Nora’s books, it is an excellent romance with strong female characters.
A recent Regency romance from Courtney Milan, MRS. MARTIN’S INCOMPARABLE ADVENTURE, has main characters in their sixties and seventies. The two women come from completely different backgrounds, and appear unloveable to the rest of the world, but their devotion to each other is lovely to see grow.
If you’re interested in exploring more romances with older characters, here’s a link to a list on GoodReads with all sorts to choose from. And, of course, you might be interested in my upcoming release, AFTER WORDS. This time next week I should have a release date confirmed, and will be blasting it from the roof tops!
Now, head on over to Jenna Da Sie to see what books she recommends!
We didn’t have much of a summer here in Northern BC. The temperatures were well below average and the rain fall well above. We tried to appreciate the hot, sunny days we had, but they were few and far between. Now that we’re in September, I can stop moaning about the lost summer and look forward to crisp and colourful autumn days. This week on the RWW Blog Hop, Clair Brett asks:
What is your favorite fall go to comfort food. Why is this your favorite?
If you joined me from A.S. Fenichel, welcome!
I use my slow cooker all year long, but fall is often when it starts to get a really good work out. Stews, chilis, and soups are all wonderful autumn meals. Since I’ve shared a lot of those recipes already, I thought I’d offer something different this week – my favourite fall dessert.
You may know it by a different name, but we call this recipe Apple Betty. You can use fresh apples (always plentiful at this time of year) but I usually use home-canned, provided by my mother. That's one of the reasons it is a favourite - it is a family recipe using family-fresh ingredients. And it is SUPER EASY for this non-baker!
2.5 to 3 cups apples (one large canning jar)
Sugar, cinnamon, butter
Pour apples into greased loaf pan. Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Drop pats of butter (about 5 teaspoons) randomly on top.
¾ cup brown sugar
1 cup flour
2/3 cup butter
Mix above three ingredients together to form clumpy mixture. Spread over top of apples.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes at 350. Best served hot with ice cream!
In my upcoming release, AFTER WORDS, Leeza likes to bake when she is stressed. Apple Betty is one of the treats she makes. You can do what she did, too – let it cool after baking, wrap it up well and freeze it. Then just take it out and reheat when you need it.
Now, head on over to the instigator of this week’s hop, Clair Brett to see what recipe she has chosen to share.
Book Four in Clair's "Improper Wives for Proper Lords" series is now available for pre order!
A lady and a courtesan...
After the man she loves is forced to marry another, Lady Sarrafinna Lennox remakes herself into the most famous courtesan in England. If she cannot have love, she will have freedom. But freedom alone cannot fill an empty heart. When fate puts her in the path of her greatest regret, will rekindled passion offer a second chance?
A hero and a spy..
After his wife’s death, diplomat to the crown, Lord Kendrick Chase returns to London to be closer to his daughter. But when a friend taps his expertise to help smuggle a rebel into Denmark, a simple favor may be Kendrick’s end. Now, hunted by his own government and running out of options, fate drives him to the doorstep of the one woman he wants most to avoid. The woman he still loves, even as she offers herself to everyone else.
With the fate of a nation in their hands...
Love binds them. Passion pulls them closer. Will deception, secrets and murder drive them apart again... and destroy the future of a nation?