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Historical writing is hard!

So here’s the deal. It didn’t decide to write the Rose Family Chronicles on a whim. To be honest, I didn’t particularly want to write it. While I’ve read them, historicals aren’t my favorite. Too many rules. Too many things that have to happen to match up to reality. Those of you who’ve read my books might have gotten the hint that I’m not all that fond of reality. I’m big on escapism. Continue reading Historical writing is hard!

EXCERPT: Rose Family Chronicles 2: Footman

Rose Family Chronicles: FootmanReleased May 2, 2017

This title is in transition as of June 2018.

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HE WAS HERE!

Darien had hoped but not expected to see Mr. Faith at one of the many holiday parties up and down Main Street. He’d heard from his friends what the Eventide was like, but he was delighted by the fact that they’d spoken true. Dozens of open doors, barrels of spirits, prettily made-up women and dashing men all in holiday finery. He’d been propositioned more than once by both sexes but had turned everyone down, looking, hoping to see one man. His prospects had looked grim, and he’d decided on just one more party, one of the theater parties to see if the Rose family was in attendance. He knew they were in town tonight. Many partygoers had enthused when the Rose carriage had arrived a few hours past, each host and hostess hoping for noble guests to grace their establishment. Not that there weren’t a dozen or so barons and at least two viscounts currently in residence, but every party wanted their ruling family in attendance.

Darien couldn’t blame them. From what he’d seen, both in Rosenton and beyond, the Roses were far more attractive and gracious than most other nobility he’d encountered. But the important bit of information Darien had heard was that much of the hall’s staff had also come to town. He’d overheard word of Mr. Faith’s presence in Miss Barker’s parlor, and that had given him the itch to wander. For two hours he’d searched and nearly given up. But his search had finally born fruit, and he found himself en route through gaily dressed, nearly—or entirely—drunken people to the man himself. Continue reading EXCERPT: Rose Family Chronicles 2: Footman

RFC2: First Draft is done!

I know, I know, it’s taken me long enough! It’s frustrating for me too. But Darien and Chris finally allowed me to put a finish on their story! *does a happy dance*

Now I just need to polish it off, get it read a few times, polish it again, send it in, edit it a few hundred times and so on. But I’m hoping an early 2017 release for it.

Then to see if Luc and Reese will be as nice *crosses fingers*

EXCERPT: Rose Family Chronicles 1: Valet

Rose Family Chronicles 1: Valet

This title is in transition as of June 2018.

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“Tyler, please come with me to my office.”

Tyler exchanged glances with James across the table. The younger footman raised a questioning brow, but Tyler could only shrug.

“Yes, sir.” He removed the apron that protected his clothing, then handed it and a feather duster to James before he followed Mr. Faith from the dining room.

A narrow set of stairs near the door led them down to the servants’ hall just outside the kitchen. Wet heat and the din of washing dishes closed around him, a sensation that had become familiar in the scant time he had been at Rose Hall. In nearly a month, he had settled into the routine happily. It was good work that dominated his day. A myriad of tasks left him little free time. More footmen had been hired, and they were all needed to keep the house running smoothly. He especially enjoyed helping Mr. Faith in the wine cellar and the pantry and had been sent into town a few times with the driver to fetch supplies. His one day off in the week, he walked to Claire to see his family. Occasionally he had time to make use of the permission given through Mr. Faith to borrow from the hall’s extensive library. He had no complaints.

Mr. Faith held the office door for him, then closed it after they were inside. Tyler stood before the desk as Mr. Faith rounded it to sit.

“Please, sit.”

He did.

“Would you be open to a position as the earl’s valet?”

“I beg your pardon?” Continue reading EXCERPT: Rose Family Chronicles 1: Valet

Welcome to Rosenton

Rose Family ChroniclesMany have asked me to write more about Heaven Sent. I tried to keep up to date with the boys in the Indigo Knights series, but those were only glimpses and, I’ve been told, not enough. To be honest, I too have wanted to revisit the boys, but I didn’t want to mess with their happily ever afters. So, what to do? Well, how about writing it all over again in a different setting. Sort of fan fiction but by the author herself.

In the Rose Family Chronicles, I’ll be re-telling the story of some familiar couples. I plan to at least tell the stories for Johnnie and Tyler, Darien and Chris, Luc and Reese, Brent and Hell and Gretchen, Owen and Archer. Same guys, same loves, mostly the same characters but… different.

There is the Rose family. Or, rather, the Rose earldom. The new Earl of Rose is Johnathan, the eldest of four siblings. His sister Gretchen is next in line, then the twins Brent and Reese. They live at Rose Hall in Rosenton, which is a theater town a few hours’ train ride from the capital city Doncaster. The butler at Rose Hall is Mr. Christopher Faith. Tyler shows up in book 1, first as a footman then as a valet (hence the title). Darien also shows up as a footman. Luc and Hell? Stay tuned. Although, take a look at the picture in this post. Luc looks rather dapper, does he not?

Sound like fun? It hope so. I had fun writing book 1, despite the fact that the historical aspects were far more detailed than I expected. This series is not historically accurate. I borrowed from history but altered it a lot. For those of you who don’t enjoy historicals, I hope it’s light enough that you’ll give it a try. For those who do enjoy historicals, I hope I’ve done it justice.