Thank You Giveaway!

GIVEAWAY!

Kim and I wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to each and every one of you who has supported us by purchasing our Regency Romance A Lot Like A Lady. We know you have hundreds of books to choose from, and we are honored that you picked ours.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

To really show our gratitude, we’re going to hold an amazing giveaway from now until Sunday night at midnight. And boy, what a giveaway it is! We’re going to have SIX winners!! Yes, you read that right – SIX WINNERS!!

And what are the prizes? Three lucky winners will receive swag packs that will include pens, bookmarks, and…books! The winners will each receive TWO surprise paperbacks by assorted authors. SQUEEEE!

The other three winners will receive swag packs with pens and bookmarks and an e-copy of any book of their choosing available on the Astraea Press website! YIPPPEEE!

There are a couple of ways to enter and you can either enter through me on this blog or through Kim Bowman on hers by clicking HERE (NOTE: We will choose a total of SIX winners from our combined entries):

1. Email your receipt # to me at wordsprite@gmail (dot) com showing you purchased A Lot Like A Lady for two entries in the contest. Leave a comment below that you’ve emailed me so I don’t miss it!

2. Post on a social media site of your choosing that the e-version of A Lot Like A Lady is on sale for $.99 along with either the amazon.com buy link or the Barnes and Noble buy link. Leave a comment below that you’ve done this to be entered in the contest.

That’s it! Simple and easy and our way of saying a HUGE thank you for supporting us.

Good Luck and Happy Reading!

Kay

 

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Hey! A Lot Like A Lady will soon have a sister book. Kim and I are slaving away as you read this on Annabella’s story. In the meantime, did you know you can pick up the e-version of A Lot Like A Lady for only 99 cents on Amazon and Barnes & Noble? Here’s a little taste of Juliet’s story just to pique your interest…

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“Have you been to London?” Juliet couldn’t help asking.

“When Father was alive.” Annabella sighed a bit impatiently. “My real father. I was a child, but I recall the splendor, the fun. All those beautiful ladies and dashing gentlemen.”

A smile tugged on Juliet’s lips. “It sounds truly wonderful.

And now you can be one of those beautiful ladies.” She piled Annabella’s golden locks loosely on top of her head and held them there with one hand. “And maybe the Duke of Wyndham will match you with one of those dashing noblemen.”

Annabella laughed without mirth. “He’ll more likely see me wed to a rag-mannered rake and expect me to swoon in the man’s arms.” She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. “Or perhaps he’ll match me with some fop who cares more about his appearance than his finances.” She shuddered. “The choices are all dreadful if I cannot marry for love.”

“For love?” Juliet pulled the comb away from Annabella’s hair and stood still. That’s about as likely t’happen as a queer little imp spinnin’ straw into gold. Juliet almost laughed out loud. The idea of a member of the peerage marrying solely for love was even more laughable than Regina’s plan to gain a husband for her only child.

Annabella stiffened. “Yes, for love.”

“Maybe you will find love… in London.” Juliet gazed at

Annabella’s reflection in the mirror. “It all sounds so wonderful and exciting, I wish—” She sank her teeth into her lower lip.

Annabella’s dark green eyes flashed as they met Juliet’s in the mirror. “What do you wish, Juliet?”

Heat suffused Juliet’s cheeks. She tried to look away, but Annabella’s sharp gaze held her enthralled. So she shrugged. “Nothing. It’s silly, really.”

“Of course it’s not silly.” Annabella laughed. “Just tell me. What were you going to say?”

Juliet set the comb on the vanity tray with a sigh and stepped away. Annabella wouldn’t be put off now. “It’s simply… if I had the opportunity to go to London, to see all the magnificence I’ve only heard about… I’d want to go.”

Annabella’s eyes widened. Her lips parted and a slow smile pulled them gently upward. “Would you?”

Juliet shivered. When the young mistress wore that look, it usually meant she was contriving some foolhardy scheme.

“Annabella…” Juliet backed away and found herself up against the bedroom door. “What willy-nilly plan are you hatching in that chicken brain of yours?”

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Is it really the middle of summer already? Where has the year gone? Okay, I was going to share a bit more from Heartfelt, but I was afraid of ruining a little surprise I set up in that one. So…. how about a little bit more from upcoming Something Like a Lady, the Regency romance I currently have in progress with my writing partner, Kim Bowman?

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“You could have gone to London and—”

“Oh, be quiet! I — wonderful, Annabella. Now you’re talking to yourself.”

As if to agree and scold her at the same time, her stomach rumbled and cramped with hunger pains. The little bit of bread and cheese she and Juliet had been able to sneak out of the main house hadn’t lasted long, and now the bread was completely gone, pilfered by a ruddy mouse. Annabella glared at the cook pot. She should have chosen something lighter, easier to throw.

And then what? Wrestle the field mouse for the crust? Have you really sunk that low? Her stomach rumbled again. Perhaps…

A single horrid lemon sat in the middle of the table, its rough yellow peel mocking her. Of course the filthy mice couldn’t possibly have made off with those. No, they had to go for the bits of food she found palatable. She snatched up the oblong fruit and rolled it between her palms. If she cut into it, the lemon wouldn’t last very long before it spoiled. She should wait until she was desperate. She released a heavy sigh and thought again of the mouse and her crust of bread.

She was desperate.

Why, oh, why had she not rationed her food better so it would last longer?  She picked up a long knife—the only one she could find in the derelict cottage. Then she sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she concentrated. The dull knife fought with the thick peel and the lemon rolled out of her hand once, but finally she managed to slice off the end. The acidic scent rose to torment her nostrils and her hand shook as she raised the slice to her mouth.

The bitter, sour juice squirted onto her palate. Of its own accord, her face scrunched up and a shudder wracked her body. The juice hit the back of her throat and her stomach gave a mighty heave. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t bring herself to swallow down the tart fruit.

The acid taste intensified the longer she let it set on her tongue. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t force the foul lemon down and finally had to spit it out. To say she’d made a muck of it was putting it lightly. She deserved to die here in the cottage alone for letting her pride get in the way and causing her to send her dear friend Juliet to London in her place. Annabella’s food supply would be gone in another day or so, sooner if she couldn’t keep the pest mouse at bay. Now that the foul creature had absconded with her last crust of bread, all she had left was the lemon and a single turnip, which she had no idea how to cook. She’d chewed on its mate the evening before. The bitter root had tasted nothing at all like her favorite creamed turnips.

 <><><><> Ahhh, poor Annabella… Maybe someone should tell her the adage about life handing one lemons and what to do with them… But I have a feeling if anyone tries they’ll get more than an ear stuffed with said lemons. <><><><> You can read about her friend in London right now in A Lot Like a Lady. Available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble at 99 cents for a limited time!

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Coming soon! Heartfelt – the story of Dan and Trish and Bella continues.

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“I ran a couple of op scenarios.” Dan spoke into his chest and kept his voice low. “I know Edgerton’s keen on sending small units in ahead of everyone else, but I’m not convinced it wouldn’t be better to give a show of force. Maybe send in some recon first but for the major op, bigger might be better… more intimidating.”

Nick shifted and huffed out a breath. “It’s a humanitarian mission.”

Dan drew in a few deep, even breaths as he battled with exactly how much he could tell his old friend without creating a breach in security.

In the end, Nick spared him the agony of the decision. “Oh. I see. Hmm…” He let out a harsh chuckle. “Edgy sure loves his piggyback rides.” He stood. “I think I’ll see if Ashley made it home yet.”

Dan didn’t bother to caution against loose pillow talk. Even if Nick did decide to share that part of his life with Ashley, she’d refuse to listen.

“Say, ah… you might want to catch up to your kid,” said Nick from several yards away. “She and her friend are across the street with Mrs. Schmidt playing with a bunch of kittens.”

“What?” Dan pushed to his feet, startling Jack, who whimpered. “When did that happen?”

“They ran over about the time you were trying to figure out how not to tell me what you didn’t just tell me.” Nick laughed. “Probably spotted the ‘free kittens’ sign the old lady just posted on the split rail fence.”

Kittens? Free kittens? As in ‘these kittens need new homes’ free kittens? Oh, crap no!

“Why didn’t you say something, man?”

“I dunno. Didn’t know I had to,” said Nick, his voice laced with laughter. “The path’s to your right, two steps. Then a left turn and straight on until you reach the road.”

“Come on, Jack.” Dan followed the instructions, feeling with his toe for the raised edge of the asphalt path when the dog stopped, signaling an obstacle. “If Bella brings home a kitten, Trish’ll have my head.”

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