A few years ago, my Ladies Amateur Sleuth Society series came to an abrupt end leaving one lady without her happy ending. And you readers haven’t forgotten, nor let me forget. I still get reader mail, weekly, well, in all honesty I receive multiple queries about this every week. I love that y’all loved my lady sleuths as much as I did. Right now I’m working on ways to get that 4th book to you. It will, most likely, be in digital form only, but I hope to have it to you very soon. In the meantime, please enjoy an excerpt…

A Marriage Most Convenient tells the story of Charlotte Reed who will finally unmask the Jack of Hearts. Hope you enjoy it!

There are four ladies in London who have a most unladylike hobby: solving mysteries. No conundrum is too great for these young women. Until they stumble across the Jack of Hearts, a scandalous rogue who steals jewels from the rich and may well steal the heart of one of their own.

A MARRIAGE MOST CONVENIENT

London, 1893

It was beginning to bore him. It being stealing. Pilfering, burglary, thievery, as it were. Initially, he’d had a task at hand. Stealing something quite specific. But the thrill of the charade had been enthralling, a challenge, and a rather daring one at that.

But now he had become a novelty. The Jack of Hearts.

If the Jack of Hearts made an appearance at your ball or soiree, then it was instantly considered a smashing success. He’d been intent on hanging up his mask, even though he’d failed to acquire all of the family heirlooms his mother had sold. The Viscountess who’d purchased one of the pieces—a brooch—rarely appeared in public. When he’d heard she would be at tonight’s soirée, he’d known the Jack of Hearts would make one final appearance. The brooch was just too tempting. And now here he was — his bag full of useless bobbles, half of them not even authentic stones — crouched in the shadows outside of Mayfair Hall. Jack sighed and turned to go.

“I said, no thank you, Winthrop,” a familiar female voice said firmly. “I do not take kindly to unwanted advances.”

Jack stopped and listened intently to the exchange on the balcony above him. He peered between the bushes and watched Winthrop Cowell grip Charlotte Reed’s arm.

“Don’t be so demure, Miss Reed, I merely wanted a kiss,” the man’s words were badly slurred. Clearly he was well into his cups. “Now, hold still.”

Jack stepped forward, primed to make a move, to stop the man from taking advantage of Charlotte, but before he could step out of the shadows, she shoved against Winthrop’s bulky chest knocking the man off balance. He stumbled backwards and knocked over a potted topiary, the ceramic base shattered against the stone balcony.

“Go back inside before I find your intended and tell her of your outrageous behavior,” Charlotte said, her voice sharp with authority. “I have absolutely no desire to kiss you tonight or any other night.”

Winthrop turned and skulked back into the ballroom, leaving her alone in the darkness.

Jack took a moment to watch her. He, the real him, had known Charlotte Reed for years. He’d watched her grow into the stunning beauty she was today. The legendary Charlotte Reed who’d turned down more proposals than any woman ought to receive let alone reject. He’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t wanted her too once upon a time until he’d seen Charlotte’s true character, seen her vanity. And he knew that Charlotte Reed was not interested in him, at least not the real him. Jack waited a moment longer to ensure Winthrop didn’t return before turning to leave.

“Who’s there?” Charlotte called out. She took the steps from the balcony to the yard and peered into the darkness. Her dark brown hair was piled atop her head coupled with the low cut neckline of her gown and it made her neck seem impossibly, seductively long. The graceful curve called to him, immobilizing him. He loathed his own weakness and that he couldn’t make himself walk away.

“How did you know I was here?” Jack asked, but he kept himself hidden in the shrubbery.

“I heard you rustling in the bushes. What are you doing out there?” Her eyes squinted, still trying to make out who stood in the shadows. Then she smiled broadly. “Are you alone out there or am I interrupting you tryst?” Curiosity shimmered in her eyes. She took the stairs down from the balcony and looked out into the yard, directly at the clump of shrubs that shrouded him.

He cleared his throat. “I am alone and I was planning to come to your rescue, to save you from your unwanted suitor, but you managed matters on your own quite nicely,” he said, intentionally deepening his voice. It was on his tongue to remind her she should not have put herself in such a position, that she should be more careful with her safety. But tonight he was Jack and Jack cared for no one’s safety, not even his own.

Charlotte took several steps towards him, twigs cracked beneath her slippers as she approached him. He stepped around a bush, revealing himself as he knew he’d never leave without her seeing him.

Surprise etched her features as a smile slid into place. He had heard rumor that she, in particular, fancied the Jack of Hearts. Many women in London did. Many of the fashionable young ladies did, those with nothing in their heads but gossip and scandal. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Reed,” Jack said as he turned to go.

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t go yet.” She shook her head. “How do you know my name?”

The tempo of his heart picked up. He was risking much by standing here, holding a bag full of stolen jewels and wearing a mask. Attracting the attention of a girl like Charlotte was one thing, but if anyone else stumbled out onto the terrace and discovered them, he’d be in serious trouble. Jack would be quickly apprehended and unmasked. The scandal that ensued would ruin his life and likely Charlotte’s as well. He should leave, yet he made no move to walk away.

“I won’t call for help,” she said. “I merely want to converse. For a moment.”

He turned back to face her. Her rich blue dress molded tightly to her full breasts, leaving little to his imagination. The color of the fabric was dark enough to enhance the alabaster of her skin. Even though he doubted the dress was new, the Reeds did not have deep pockets, she had taken great care with her appearance. She was a vision. Quite easily the loveliest woman in all of London.

Her brilliant smile gave his breath pause and made his hands twitch. He concentrated on his tone as he spoke, “A lady, such as yourself, shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“Well, you won’t harm me,” she reached out as if to touch him, then thought better of it and brought her hand back to her side. So she did have some sense. “Will you, Jack?”

The sound of the name, his name on her lips sent a mixture of pride and anger coursing through him. He reached up to ensure his mask was firmly in place. She was flirting with him. He could see it in her face, and the way her mouth was set, the subtle batting of her lashes. So the rumors were true, Charlotte fancied him.

Well, not him, per se, but the him she believed him to be. He winced. For a moment he considered reaching up and ripped the mask from his face, but he kept his hands still. He had managed to keep his identity a secret for this long, it wouldn’t kill him to do it one more night. Revealing himself to Charlotte wouldn’t change anything. It certainly wouldn’t make her want him, the real him.

“You could escort me to the gardens,” she suggested. “Like any gentleman could with a lady.”

Well, if he had to play the part, he would do it right. “What makes you think I am a gentleman?” he took a step towards her.

Her head tilted down a little as if she were trying to see him more closely. “You don’t have a reputation for ravishing, only theft.”

“Are the two so different, then?” It was easy now. This role of Jack. He was in his skin, feeling every bit the rogue. And he knew he was playing a dangerous game, but no matter the warnings in his head, he couldn’t make himself turn from her.

“Touché.” Her voice was sultry and if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume she was far more worldly then he knew her to be.

“Tell me, Miss Reed, are you always so brazen with men?” Perhaps if he called her on her behavior, she’d cease her recklessness. What if she’d fancied some other rogue, a true cad would take advantage of her?
She shook her head, her blue eyes never leaving his face. He would have sworn she could see right through that mask. But if that were true, she would no longer be standing in front of him. If she could see him, the real him, she would have walked away moments ago, bored with their exchange.

“Only those I find intriguing,” she said. Her lips curved in a slight smile revealing the dimple in her left cheek.

It seemed a bit amusing, if not ironic, that the lovely Charlotte Reed was enamored with the Jack of Hearts. The untouchable, beauty who had turned down countless proposals. The woman he himself had once fancied. “Intriguing,” he repeated.

She took several steps towards him. “Utterly captivating.”

Her flirtations were dangerous and with another other man she would have been in serious danger of losing her virtue. She needed to be warned, but he knew words would not send the message. Without thought to the repercussions, Jack placed one hand on her elbow and pulled her to him.

“Captivated or not, you should be more careful where danger lurks.” And with that he leaned down and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

He was careful not to allow himself to indulge his own desires, just a quick kiss meant to warn her. A kiss intended to let her know how dangerous her behavior was, flirting with a rogue. But her lips were warm and pliant so maintaining control was a test of wills. And soon his only thought was his desire to coax her mouth open and explore precisely how far this fancy of hers went.

She was most assuredly a willing partner, being kissed in the moonlight by a masked stranger. Her willingness was intoxicating and he knew he would take more than he ought if he did not walk away from her now. In the next moment he forced himself to break away from the kiss, then he quickly turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Once seated inside the confines of his carriage, he pulled off his mask and tossed it to the other side. He swore loudly. He’d let his guard down with her and with it, his ability to make intelligent decisions. He hadn’t maintained his secret identity this long by being foolish and reckless. Yes, it had taken considerable nerve and risk, but equal to that was the extensive planning. And tonight he’d forgotten all of that. He’d told himself he was teaching her a lesson, but he knew that wasn’t completely true.
It was time. Time to make Jack disappear. Time to just be himself.

The call came in and we have a week to get ready for our “bundles” of joy, which came in the form of a toddler and an infant, both girls. The next six months passed in a flurry of court dates and appointments and whoa boy, did our lives change. At the end of October the adoption was finalized which alleviated a lot of stress and, of course, made us all very happy.

But now you can see why I haven’t had any books out in a while. I’ve taken some time off to be a mom, maternity leave, if you will. I was still writing, though very slowly. Right now I’m shopping a new series, an historical romantic suspense that I think you’ll all love. I’ll keep you posted as things progress.

Suffice it to say, I shall endeavor to update more regularly to let y’all know what I’m working on. And you can always find me at my various other blogs and on-line hot spots.

Come to the Ball! Romance Husbands gather at the A MIDNIGHT DANCE BLOG PARTY

Hosted by Lila DiPasqua’s husband, Mr. DiPasqua. (Yes, he’s back by popular demand!)

To celebrate Lila DiPasqua’s upcoming release, a Cinderella retelling, A MIDNIGHT DANCE (Berkley Sensation), Mr. DiPasqua, Lila’s husband will be hosting a blog party like no other!

Each day, from July 19th to Aug. 19th, he’ll be interviewing the husbands of other romance authors!

Lots of Romance Husbands! Tons of giveaways! And the grand prize up for grabs is open WORLDWIDE!

Come meet the men behind the women who write the books you love. You just never know what you might learn when these men start to chat. This is a mere *sample* of some of the authors whose husbands and boyfriends will be interviewed:

Shana Galen,
Robyn DeHart
Vanessa Kelly
Nicola Cornick
Zoe Archer
Delilah Marvelle
Kieran Kramer
Stefanie Sloane
Kate Noble
Elisabeth Essex
Kris Kennedy
Ashley March
Monica Burns
Katharine Ashe
Sophie Jordan
Donna Grant
Elizabeth Hoyt

This event is going to be a blast with plenty of chances to win prizes—and a few surprises along the way. Don’t miss out! Hope to see you there! http://liladipasqua.blogspot.com/

You can also find the download on Goodreads connected to my book, Treasure Me, look for the download excerpt button.

Here’s the list of fantastic authors with little nibbles to whet your appetites.

Zoe Archer
Katharine Ashe
Monica Burns
Robyn DeHart – that’s me!
Lila DiPasqua
Elizabeth Essex
Shana Galen
Alexandra Hawkins
Sophie Jordan
Vanessa Kelly
Kris Kennedy
Mia Marlowe
Ashley March
Elisabeth Naughton
Miranda Neville
Heather Snow
Emma Wildes

ARomanceSampler

So let’s start with the most recent news, I have a new Regency short story available for download on Kindle and Nook for only $0.99! This story, Her Gentleman Thief, was originally part of the Mammoth Book of Regency Romance. The first day it was available on Amazon it cracked the Top 100 in Regency romance. I do hope you’ll check it out. Readers are already saying how delightful and fun it is.

For any of you fans who are on Facebook, I have a new author fan page which has links to my Goodreads page and a cool author page gadget with excerpts and whatnot of my books. Check it out and like me, really like me.

I’ll also be collecting them myself as giveaways so stay tuned.

In the meantime I just keep moving forward knowing that any moment now I could hit upon the magic. And that’s when it’s really exciting. Writing that one scene that really nails it. That one moment in the book where everything crystalizes in my mind and I have that perfect feeling of who these characters truly are. But for now I’ll just keep adding words and maybe, just maybe I’ll find the magic tomorrow.

So far I’ve been in my hero’s POV more than anyone else and he’s nice and alpha and gruff and needs softening, perfect for my heroine to tame. And my villain is creepy in a dark icky way so I’m loving that.

Trials to come in the days ahead, I feel certain of that. After writing so many books you begin to develop patterns and I know I haven’t hit the “I’ve written these characters before” stage or the “this book is so boring” stage or any number of other neuroses I normally go through during writing. But today was a good writing day and I’m enjoying the book, that doesn’t always happen so I’m going to hang on to the for now.

I still have a few things to do to get ready, mostly house related stuff like clean my office and catch up on some laundry. And I really need to go to the grocery store. I’ve got my crock pot all ready to go and plan to use that several times a week to make dinners easy. I also need to stock up on Diet Big Red, pretzel sticks and Tootsie Pops, my go-to writing snacks.

I find November an interesting month of choice for NaNo and I have plenty of things on my calendar already that could interfere with my progress. But I will focus on getting my pages down early so that things like Thanksgiving won’t make my word count suffer.

My Scrivener file is set up, I’ve got my characters casted, color-coded scene cards are done (though I’m sure I’ll have to add more) and I’m reading everything I can find about the NaNo process. Granted I’ve written several books and my writing process is fairly similar to the NaNo suggestions – ignoring that internal editor and just getting that rough draft out. It’s kind of my natural inclination as a writer and it has served me well for the past several years. Still kinda cool to make it public and enjoy the camaraderie within the writing frenzy.

The book I’ll be writing will hopefully be the first in a new trilogy by me, but that will be my editor’s decision. But for now, the story is mine and I am really looking forward to tackling it. I’ve always had a fair bit of suspense in my books, but this one is really historical romantic suspense, definitely heavier on the suspense. My working title is The Secrets of Minna Danvers.

Wish me luck!