BOOK ONE: THE PENDULUM




BOOK TWO: FREEDOM'S TOUCH

BOOK TWO: FREEDOM'S TOUCH

BOOK THREE: TEMPTED FATE

BOOK THREE: TEMPTED FATE

BOOK FOUR: BOOTLEGGERS BRIDE

BOOK FOUR: BOOTLEGGERS BRIDE

BOOK SIX: BETTER LATE

BOOK SIX: BETTER LATE

A rose by any other name . . .

How do the rose lines differ? What can we expect from each line, and what makes them unique?

ENGLISH TEA ROSE

Tarah Scott is here to tell us about the English Tea Rose.
The Rose lines differ by time and place. Aside from great writing, what makes them unique is continuity of theme and size of book. This gives the reader an up front idea of what they're getting when they open up a particular Rose.
English Tea Roses are historical romances set anywhere but America. Here you'll find swashbucking, high adventure, with sexy men who aren't afraid of strong women.
I write classical sultry historicals with lots of intrigue, unexpected twists, and plenty of heat between our sometimes unwilling lovers.

AMERICAN ROSE

Sarita Leone is writing for the American Rose.

Cactus Rose

The Cactus Rose line represents all the passion, romance and adventure of the Old West. When lawlessness reigned supreme, here you'll find your healthy doses of saints and sinners. I am proud to represent the Cactus Rose line. I've been an Old West aficionado since I was a kid. In a time when these jewels are becoming scarcer in mainstream publishing, it's nice to know there are publishers that still recognize the demand (and love) for these stories.

VINTAGE ROSE

Marty Kindall, tell us about the Vintage Rose.
The lines differ by time and place, of course, and all reflect the "tenor" of their time. For Vintage Rose stories, you're talking about the first real burst of freedom for women, so look out for heroines breaking barriers as well as hearts. You also span two World Wars that touched lives in a variety of ways--battle-tested heroes with strong convictions came out of that era. Add in other events like Prohibition, the Roaring '20s, and new technology...it's a very exciting place to be!
I'm lucky, in that I currently have the line almost to myself. All of my stories are set in the same southern town, so if you find yourself tangled up, you can stay for a little while longer. I promise an exciting 'ride' as a part of this series...

YELLOW ROSE

Stacy Dawn represents the Yellow Rose line.
The Yellow Rose line is all about today's cowboys. There is just something about a hunky man in cowboy boots and a Stetson--strong, sure of themselves, and just a little on the ornery side.
These stories are all about strong contemporary cowboys and the women who can corral their wild hearts. From ranches to small towns, Texas to Alaska, they are heartwarming, fast-paced western love stories that get our hearts two-stepping.

BOOTLEGGERS BRIDE


by
Marty Kindall


Buckle your seat-belt. Grace McAfee Currie is on a mission--to make up for lost time, and lost love.

Hoping to escape her controlling family and rekindle a romance all at the same time, she sets in motion a chain of events that spiral out of her control.

WWI vet Aidan Palmer is jolted out of his disillusionment when he reconnects with Grace.

In order to find the future they crave, they outwit her ambitious brother, risk their lives, and face an uncertain future in an exciting new world.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Freedom's Touch, Book Two

FREEDOM'S TOUCH, Book Two in the Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series, releases tomorrow! I am excited beyond words about this. It was a great honor to be invited to participate in this wonderful project and I hope my installment of the series will be enjoyed by readers. It takes the brooch from one age into another, this time into the turmoil of the Civil War.

A blurb:

Across an ocean, to another land and time, the brooch goes from hand to hand, heart to heart.

As the Civil War rages, Kay Lane does what most women do—she works to keep her country home intact, struggles to manage her family’s small shop and waits for word that the chaos that’s invaded their lives will soon come to an end. She hopes, too, for word of the man who has claimed her heart. Marsh was one of the first to volunteer for duty, and now that he’s gone Kay wishes they had married before he left. But regrets won’t win a war, and as Marsh fights his battles, Kay wages her own crusade for freedom. She becomes a conductor for the Underground Railroad, using her ancestral brooch to signal the arrival of new fugitives.

But will Kay and Marsh’s shared love and unerring belief that freedom belongs to all be enough to shelter them through the next big battle? Gettysburg looms and the hands and hearts that hold the brooch will be forced to endure new trials. Only time will tell if freedom’s touch will unite —or separate—them.

And an excerpt:

“Thank you, ma’am,” the woman whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke. Kay understood that on the trail to freedom, words were a luxury those on the run could ill afford to waste and she was touched by the woman’s show of gratitude.

“You’re very welcome,” Kay said. She would have loved to linger but with every passing minute the chance she could be discovered missing from the house grew. “When you move on tonight, keep traveling north. You’ll walk a good twelve miles this night, so rest well. Go back the way you came, through the woods until you find the stream again. Walk beside it as it winds toward the mountains. Follow the north star—you know that one, don’t you?” She waited until all three heads nodded before she continued. “Follow the star, keeping the stream on your right side.”

She held up her right hand and waited until three darker ones joined hers. “Until you see a cabin beneath a stand of pines. There will be an ‘X’ on the side of the cabin—you know what an ‘X’ is, don’t you? Good, then just go into the cabin and wait. The next conductor will be to you before sunrise. Do you understand what I’ve told you?”

“Yes’m, we do.” The man sounded tired and looked as if he needed a bath, a hot meal and a warm bed.

Kay resisted the impulse to reach out and hug him, knowing her desire to comfort would be shocking for the travel-weary passengers to deal with. She wished she could offer these people more, wished with all her heart and soul they didn’t have to pay so dearly for their freedom. But wishing, especially in a world gone mad the way theirs had, only made her sad. She took a deep breath and placed a hand on the latch that opened the hidden panel.

Before leaving, she turned and met the gaze of each person and held it for several long moments, trying to memorize their faces. It was the only way she had of keeping them close. After she scooted through the panel and out of the barn, she would never see any of them again. Instead she’d be left to wonder whether they completed their journey, whether they lived or died and whether they’d found freedom in this world—or the next.

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