UNMISTAKEN IDENTITY by Marie Johnston #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @mjohnstonwriter

Too bad secret identities only last forever in comic books.
UNMISTAKEN IDENTITY
Fanboys #1
Marie Johnston
Releasing June 21, 2017
 
Mara
Baranski is living the fangirl’s dream, running a comic book shop that supports
her and her ailing mother. She is even given the chance to buy the building—for
a dollar. That is, until her dear friend and landlord dies before the sale goes
through. Now Mara has forty-five days to clear out her shop or convince the
resentful son of the old owner to change his mind—if she can only corner him
long enough to ask.
 
Despite
being abandoned by his father years ago, Wesley inherited all of his dad’s
assets and ambition—but not his gullibility. When the tantalizing woman at his
nightclub turns out to be the woman who scammed his lonely father, he seizes
the chance for a little revenge. But after using a fake name to get close to
his target, Wes is soon coming up with excuses to keep his identity secret a
little longer.
 

As the forty-five days
count down, Mara’s loyal customers swoop in to help save her store. Even more,
her handsome new boyfriend is making her believe in happy endings again. Too
bad secret identities only last forever in comic books.



She had to hunt Wesley Robson down tonight, didn’t want to waste more time on her search. As it was, the night would be too short for decent sleep. Saturday was game day at her comic book shop. Participants showed early and played intensely for hours. Board games, card games, electronic games. She would jump in and play them all, or run around the store helping customers.
It was her favorite day of the week, but still a long one.
What did Wesley look like, anyway? She would’ve seen him if she’d been able to go to the funeral. By the time she’d found out about Sam’s sudden death, though, he’d been gone and buried. There had to be a picture of his boy online. Just as she pulled out her phone to do a search, someone settled onto the barstool next to her.
“Macallan 12.”
The deep voice resonated through her bones. She almost groaned. He had the rumble of a rugged man, a primal mating call in her opinion. Admittedly, her last few dates had put the “boys” in fanboys, not men who knew their way around a woman.

 

She peeked at him from the corner of her eye. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass.

Holy hotness, Batman! He reminded her of one of her favorite superheroes. Jet-black hair, sky-blue eyes nearly glowing under the club lights, wide shoulders. If he wore a cape and had a large S on his shirt, she’d sit on his face. She’d still consider it, given his charcoal slacks and white-striped shirt, which likely had been cinched by a tie all day. The first two buttons were undone and his sleeves were rolled up. What was that style called? Industrial hot-as-hell businessman.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

She shot him a surprised glance. He gestured to her already half-empty glass.

 

What had the bartender said it was? “I think it’s named after some rapper.”

 

He chuckled with genuine humor. “Are you here with the bachelorette party?”

 

When hell froze over. “No.”

 

The bartender leaned over the counter to hand him his drink. “The lady said she was looking for the owner.”

 

Stay out of it, dude. Wait, he knew the total package next to her? Maybe the new arrival also knew the owner. “Do you know Mr. Robson?”

 

His eyes crinkled with his smile. Even the man’s teeth were perfect. “Why would you want to find him? I’ve heard he’s an ass.”

 

She rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it.”

 

Hotness savored a long sip of his…whatever a Macallan was. “You’ve gotta tell me what he did to you.”

The pink bangs that framed her face dropped into her eyes. She feathered them away. His gaze traced from her hand to her dual ponytails, the plain brown hair streaked with pink. Instead of blond highlights, or lowlights, or whatever stylish women did, she’d chosen pink—because it was fun and girly. One of the few splurges she allowed herself.

 

Her hair often drew attention, not always the flattering kind. But she enjoyed his. “He’s shutting down my store. Tearing down the whole damn building. ‘Upgrading.’” She gave the last word air quotes.

His right eye twitched and he stared at her for a heartbeat. Humor drained from his expression and his gaze narrowed slightly.

 

Her heart rate increased at being the object of such scrutiny. She wanted more, but she also felt like she’d done something wrong.

 

Finally, a grin curled his full lips. “That bastard.”

Marie
Johnston
 writes
paranormal and contemporary romance and has collected several awards in both genres.
Before she was a writer, she was a microbiologist. Depending on the situation,
she can be oddly unconcerned about germs or weirdly phobic. She’s also a
licensed medical technician and has worked as a public health microbiologist
and as a lab tech in hospital and clinic labs. Marie’s been a volunteer EMT, a
college instructor, a security guard, a phlebotomist, a hotel clerk, and a
coffee pourer in a bingo hall. All fodder for a writer!! She has four kids, an
old cat, and a puppy that’s bigger than half her kids.
 

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THE DAY OF THE DUCHESS by Sarah MacLean #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @sarahmaclean @AvonBooks

A love that neither can deny…
THE DAY OF THE DUCHESS
Scandal & Scoundrel #3
Sarah MacLean
Releasing June 27, 2017
Avon Books

 

The
one woman he will never forget…

Malcolm Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven, has lived the last three years in
self-imposed solitude, paying the price for a mistake he can never reverse and
a love he lost forever. The dukedom does not wait, however, and Haven requires
an heir, which means he must find himself a wife by summer’s end. There is only
one problem—he already has one.

The one man she will never forgive…

After years in exile, Seraphina, Duchess of Haven, returns to London with a
single goal—to reclaim the life she left and find happiness, unencumbered by
the man who broke her heart. Haven offers her a deal; Sera can have her
freedom, just as soon as she finds her replacement…which requires her to spend
the summer in close quarters with the husband she does not want, but somehow
cannot resist.

A love that neither can deny…

The duke has a single summer to woo his wife and convince her that, despite their
broken past, he can give her forever, making every day…

Chapter 1

DESERTED DUKE DISAVOWED!

August 19, 1836

House of Lords, Parliament

 

She’d left him two years, seven months ago, exactly.

Malcolm Marcus Bevingstoke, Duke of Haven looked to the tiny wooden calendar wheels inlaid into the blotter on his desk in his private office above the House of Lords.

August the nineteenth, 1836. The last day of the parliamentary session, filled with pomp and idle. And lingering memory. He spun the wheel with the six embossed upon it. Five. Four. He took a deep breath.

Get out. He heard his own words, cold and angry with betrayal, echoing with quiet menace. Don’t ever return.

He touched the wheel again. August became July. May. March.

January the nineteenth, 1834. The day she left.

His fingers moved without thought, finding comfort in the familiar click of the wheels.

April the seventeenth, 1833.

The way I feel about you . . . Her words now—soft and full of temptation. I’ve never felt anything like this.

He hadn’t, either. As though light and breath and hope had flooded the room, filling all the dark spaces. Filling his lungs and heart. And all because of her.

Until he’d discovered the truth. The truth, which had mattered so much until it hadn’t mattered at all.

Where had she gone?

The clock in the corner of the room ticked and tocked, counting the seconds until Haven was due in his seat in the hallowed main chamber of the House of Lords, where men of higher purpose and passion had sat before him for generations. His fingers played the little calendar like a virtuoso, as though they’d done this dance a hundred times before. A thousand.

And they had.

March the first, 1833. The day they met.

So, they let simply anyone become a duke, do they? No deference. Teasing and charm and pure, unadulterated beauty.

If you think dukes are bad, imagine what they accept from duchesses?

That smile. As though she’d never met another man. As though she’d never wanted to. He’d been hers the moment he’d seen that smile. Before that. Imagine, indeed.

And then it had fallen apart. He’d lost everything, and then lost her. Or perhaps it had been the reverse. Or perhaps it was all the same.

Would there ever be a time when he stopped thinking of her? Ever a date that did not remind him of her? Of the time that had stretched like an eternity since she’d left?

Where had she gone?

The clock struck eleven, heavy chimes sounding in the room, echoed by a dozen others sounding down the long, oaken corridor beyond, summoning men of longstanding name to the duty that had been theirs before they drew breath.

Haven spun the calendar wheels with force, leaving them as they lay. November the thirty-seventh, 3842. A fine date—one on which he had absolutely no chance of thinking of her.


 

New York Times, Washington Post & USA
Today 
bestseller Sarah MacLean is the
author of historical romance novels that have been translated into more than
twenty languages, and winner of back-to-back RITA Awards for best historical
romance from the Romance Writers of America.

Sarah is a leading advocate for the romance genre, speaking widely on its place
at the nexus of gender and cultural studies. She is the author of a monthly
column celebrating the best of the genre for the Washington Post. Her work in
support of romance and the women who read it earned her a place on
Jezebel.com’s Sheroes list of 2014 and led Entertainment Weekly to
call her “gracefully furious.” A graduate of Smith College &
Harvard University, Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband and
daughter.

 

 

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A MOST UNLIKELY DUKE by Sophie Barnes #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @BarnesSophie @AvonBooks

He never thought he’d become a duke, 
or that the secrets of his past will cost him his greatest love…
A MOST UNLIKELY DUKE
Diamonds in the Rough #1
Sophie Barnes
Releasing June 27, 2017
Avon Books

 

Raphe
Matthews hasn’t stepped foot in polite circles since a tragedy left his
once-noble family impoverished and in debt. The bare-knuckle boxer has spent
the last fifteen years eking out an existence for himself and his two sisters.
But when a stunning reversal of fortunes lands Raphe the title of Duke of
Huntley, he’s determined to make a go of becoming a proper lord, but he’ll need
a little help and his captivating neighbor might be just the woman for the job…
After her
sister’s scandalous match, Lady Gabriella knows the ton’s eyes are on her. Agreeing
to tutor the brutish new duke can only lead to ruin. Although she tries to
control her irresistible attraction to Raphe, every day she spends with him
only deepens her realization that this may be the one man she cannot do
without. And as scandal threatens to envelope them both, she must decide if she
can risk everything for love with a most unlikely duke.
 

Tasty Q&A with Sophie Barnes

What is their favorite place to visit?

Denmark. It’s where I’m from. My parents have a summerhouse by the beach in the southern part and a house near Copenhagen. I love it there plus I get to see the rest of my family.

What are 5 things you must have with you when you write?

My laptop, a notebook, my Jane Austen Map of London, various pens in different colors and a hot cup of coffee.

Do you have any post-publishing regrets?

Yes! In my first book, How Miss Rutherford Got Her Groove Back, Tchaikovsky is mentioned as a current figure. I meant to change him to a different composer since he wasn’t even born at the time when the plot takes place, but I forgot. Really wish I’d seen that during edits. I haven’t used ‘fillers’ since.

Can you tell us a little about your book?

It’s a fresh spin on Pygmalion featuring a bare-knuckler boxer from the slums of St. Giles who suddenly becomes the Duke of Huntley. Navigating high society can be troublesome – especially with two younger sisters in tow – but thanks to his next door neighbor, the alluring Gabriella Radcliffe, he comes up to scratch while losing his heart in the process.

What are some books that you enjoyed recently?

I LOVED Julia Quinn’s The Girl With The Make-believe Husband. Right now I’m reading Sarah MacLean’s The Day Of The Duchess. Both authors are auto reads for me.

What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?

Definitely dialogue. When the characters are interesting and there’s a bit of tension, the dialogue pushes the story forward in a fun and interesting way. Describing what people are doing sometimes gets me while Love scenes are the hardest.

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

The sequel to A Most Unlikely Duke is called The Duke Of Her Desire. It releases December 27th and features Raphe’s sister, Amelia, as she struggles to renovate a house on the edge of St. Giles and turn it into a school. Contending with her brother’s friend, the Duke of Coventry who’s been charged with protecting her, leads to a lot of quarreling, tension and high passion.


 

Born in
Denmark, Sophie Barnes spent her youth traveling with her
parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different
countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French,
Spanish, and Romanian. But, most impressive of all, she’s been married to the
same man three times—in three different countries and in three different
dresses. 

When
she’s not busy dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time
with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and,
of course, reading.



 

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MAKE ME STAY by Sidney Halston #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @SidneyHalston

Secret identities, second chances, drama, desire: 
It’s all going down in Miami Beach
 
MAKE ME STAY
Panic #2
Sidney Halston
Releasing June 27th, 2017
Loveswept
Secret
identities, second chances, drama, desire: It’s all going down in Miami Beach
in this tantalizing novel from the bestselling author of Pull Me
Close, 
which was hailed by Aurora Rose Reynolds as “a
heart-gripping story about . . . the power of love.” 
April: Walking away from Matt Moreno was
the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Lying to him was a close second, but for his
safety, I had no other choice. I was undercover, working to put some nasty
people behind bars. But when Matt nearly recognizes me on Lincoln Road a year
later, all those very real feelings come rushing back. Now that my assignment’s
almost over, will he understand why I lied? Why I had to leave? Most important,
can he ever forgive me?
Matt: 

I was
madly in love with June Simpson . . . or, at least, with the woman I thought was
June. Then she just disappeared while my family’s nightclub went through hell.
And after months of searching, when I think I’ve finally found that sexy, raspy
voice and those exquisite blue eyes, she slips away once more. Turns out,
“June” is actually Detective April White. She’s been playing me the whole time.
And she’s about to rock my world all over again.

“Slide over, will ya? I need to order a drink.” He sounds as if he’s already had enough drinks and doesn’t need another one. I’m about to tell the guy where he can stick his drink when I see her reach into her purse and pull out her phone. I’m mesmerized. What is she doing? The jerk is staring at her, waiting for her to move, but she’s reading a text instead, completely ignoring him.

But then the man makes the wrong decision. He grabs her elbow and pulls her up from the stool.

“Hey! Get your hands off me!” she shrieks. Her eyes, a piercing light blue that’s almost translucent, glare at the man.

“Is everything okay?” I ask loudly, to be heard over the music.

“Miller Lite,” the guy has the fucking nerve to call out.

But she speaks over him. “No. Everything’s not okay. This guy grabbed me.”

“Calm down, honey. You’ve been sitting here all night. Some of us need room.”

“Well, you could say ‘excuse me.’”

“And you can move your fat ass,” he spits back. “It’s not like you need any more drinks.” At that, her mouth opens wide and she gasps. From what I can see there is nothing fat about this woman, but even if there was, the guy’s totally out of line. With both palms on the bar I lean forward and get in the man’s face. “Outta my bar—” But I don’t have a chance to finish before she lifts her glass, stands up, and slowly and deliberately pours the entire drink over the guy’s head, olives and all.

Swear to God—swear to fucking God—all the lights, the music, and the people dancing come to a screeching halt as she slams her empty glass on the table and calmly sits back down. “Another martini, please,” she says sweetly, batting her lashes.

Fucking spectacular.

I think I might be in love.

Don’t miss the first Panic Series Romance
PULL ME CLOSE
USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives
her life with one simple rule: “Just Do It”–Nike. And that’s exactly
what she did.

After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at
thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything
other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative,
romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and
she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband
and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close
second. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading and reading and
reading. She’s a reader first and a writer second. When she’s not writing or
reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life
with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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PLAYING FOR KEEPS by Lisa B. Kamps #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @LBKamps

Will the couple find the strength and courage to put it all on the line 
when love means playing for keeps?
 
PLAYING FOR KEEPS
York Bombers #3
Lisa B. Kamps
Releasing June 28th, 2017

Tyler Bowie


is the serious and focused goalie for the York Bombers. He has his mind on the
game and his eye on the future. And he always plays by the rules–until he
meets Jennifer Emory, his teammate’s sister. What is it about the troubled
woman that tempts him to break the biggest rule of all?

 

Jennifer


Emory is looking to start a new life and finds the distraction she needs in
Tyler Bowie, her brother’s intensely sexy teammate. But the distraction quickly
turns to something else. She knows all about the bro code, but there’s just
something about Tyler that makes her want to take a chance and risk so much
more than her brother’s ire.
Will the
couple find the strength and courage to put it all on the line when love means
playing for keeps?

But God, she hated it. Hated running away. Hated having to rely on her brother. Hated feeling like a burden.

Hated knowing that no matter where she went, one tiny little mistake could follow her forever.

She sighed and drew her knees up to her chest. It didn’t matter how gorgeous Tyler Bowie was, or how much she was attracted to him, or even if she had a tiny little crush on him. She couldn’t allow anything to happen. Not that he was interested but still…no, nothing would happen. He was a hockey player. He was her brother’s teammate.

No—no matter how hot Tyler was, it was strictly a case of look but don’t touch. She didn’t think he was like her ex but she couldn’t be sure because she didn’t know him that well. And she couldn’t trust her own judgement, not anymore. Not after what her ex had done.

Except it had been ten long months and Tyler was so gorgeous. Would it really hurt, just to sample a small taste?

And oh God, what was she thinking? No, absolutely not. She could not think like that, couldn’t even afford to pretend to think like that. No matter how much—

She heard the muffled sound of footsteps against the thick carpeting and turned on the sofa, her eyes widening at the sight of Tyler shuffling up the short hall toward her. His thick hair was tousled, his lids half-lowered over dark, sleepy eyes. He paused and ran a hand over his broad chest, which caused the hem of the thin t-shirt to lift. Her mouth dried as she caught a glimpse of smooth skin pulled tight over the hard muscle of defined abs.

Smooth skin broken only by a thin line of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of the loose gym shorts riding low on his lean hips.

Jenny blinked, her face heating as her gaze travelled down his sturdy legs, taking in the long muscles of strong thighs, lightly dusted with dark hair. Even his bare feet were sexy. Since when did she ever notice a man’s feet? Since never, that’s when.

She tore her gaze away, forcing herself to look anywhere else. At the generic prints scattered on the wall behind him. At the small dinette table with its two chairs and pile of mail sitting on top of a dark green placemat. At the television, its screen now dark because she had turned it off.

Anywhere except at Tyler.

Oh God, she was in so much trouble.

Look but don’t touch? No, she couldn’t even do that, not when the simple act of just looking made her want to do so much more.

Lisa B.
Kamps
 is
the author of the best-selling series The Baltimore Banners, featuring
“hard-hitting, heart-melting hockey players” [USA Today], on and off
the ice. Her Firehouse Fourteen series features hot and heroic firefighters who
put more than their lives on the line. She’s introduced a whole new team of hot
hockey players who play hard and love even harder in her newest series, The
York Bombers.
 
In a
previous life, she worked as a firefighter with the Baltimore County Fire
Department then did a very brief (and not very successful) stint at bartending
in east Baltimore, and finally served as the Director of Retail Operations for
a busy Civil War non-profit.
Lisa
currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons (who are mostly
sorta-kinda out of the house), one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with
major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to
count. When she’s not busy writing or chasing animals, she’s cheering loudly
for her favorite hockey team, the Washington Capitals–or going through
withdrawal and waiting for October to roll back around!

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LOVE WITH A SCOTTISH OUTLAW by Gayle Callen #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @GayleCallen @AvonBooks

All she does know? She’s starting to fall in love with him. 
LOVE WITH A SCOTTISH OUTLAW
Highland Weddings #3
Gayle Callen
Releasing June 27, 2017
Avon Books

 

Catriona
Duff can’t remember who she is. Discovered in the midst of a raging
thunderstorm, she has no recollection of how she came to be there or how the
guards around her ended up dead. She certainly doesn’t remember that the
handsome Highlander who saves her is her family’s sworn enemy. All she does
know? She’s starting to fall in love with him.

Duncan Carlyle couldn’t believe his luck when he found Catriona, the daughter
of the man who made him an outlaw and forced him from his ancestral home,
stranded on the road with nothing to her name–including her memory. Speaking
out against Aberfoyle’s evil practices of stealing poor and orphaned children to
sell to the highest bidder has cost him everything, but now he has the
opportunity to make the man understand the true price of a missing child. But
as Duncan begins to know Cat, guilt over his actions wars with his
irrepressible desire for her.

When Cat discovers the truth of her identity, she decides she can teach the
outlawed clan chief a lesson, but in love, there’s more than one way to win.

Duncan lifted the woman’s upper body into his left arm, cradling her head so that he blocked the rain. He probed near her wound gingerly with his right hand, and she frowned and weakly tried to turn away.

His wariness deepened. There was something about her, a familiarity that echoed inside his head but refused to take shape.

“Where am I?” she whispered, her accent English. “What happened?”

An English lady in the Highlands? He chose to answer the second question rather than the first. “Ye’ve a nasty wound to your head, mistress. Did ye fall?”

She blinked as if she might lose consciousness. “Where am I? What happened?”

Now it was his turn to blink, but he remembered that wounds of the head could cause confusion. He knew he had to stop the blood loss.

“Mistress, can ye stand?”

She opened those eyes again, large and golden, in a delicate face. Her dark hair streamed back from her forehead, her hairline coming to a peak.

He recognized her, a flash of memory from Stirling several years ago, when he’d glared his hatred at the Earl of Aberfoyle, a haughty old man on horseback, forcing aside a poor lass heavy with child to make way for him. The earl’s family was seldom in Scotland, so their arrival in the Highlands had caused a stir. Duncan had seen this woman riding just behind, wearing the fine gown and jaunty hat that marked her a noble lady. At least she’d looked distressed at her father’s actions.

Catriona Duff was the daughter of Aberfoyle, the chief of the Clan Duff and Duncan’s bitter enemy. Aberfoyle was one of the main reasons that Duncan was an outlaw who had to protect and feed his people while on the run.

He lifted his head and looked about, as if the earl and his entire retinue were somewhere nearby, waiting to attack him. “Where are your men?” he demanded.

“What happened?” she asked weakly.

“Ye’ve hit your head. Where are your men?”

“My—men?”

Her hand fluttered toward her forehead, but he didn’t allow her to touch the wound.

A spasm of pain narrowed her eyes. “I found them . . . dead,” she whispered. “What happened to me?”

“I don’t know.” Six weeks after almost being captured, he was still wary of anything unusual in his part of the Highlands. Dead men would prove her story true, but he couldn’t deal with them now.

“I—I can’t remember—I can’t remember anything!” Though her cry was feeble, it was full of helplessness and fear.

“Ye don’t remember the accident?”

“Not . . . the accident, not even . . . my name.”

He frowned down at her, wondering at what intrigue she was playing—or what her father had set in motion. He wouldn’t put it past the bastard.

She clutched his plaid. “What happened to me?” she cried in despair.

“I do not ken. I must clean that wound. Can ye stand? I can pull ye up on my horse.”

He rose, lifting her up with him until she could clutch the saddle for support. After mounting, he reached down for her. He would have preferred she ride astride behind him, but she seemed so weak that he ended up cradling her across his thighs. She leaned into him, her head lolling onto his chest, her blood staining his black, red, and yellow plaid.

It didn’t take long to reach the rocky overhang he’d used for shelter several other times. Once out of the rain, he searched his saddle pack but found nothing that would do for a clean bandage. He ended up cutting several strips from the end of his shirt with his dirk. The wound seemed clean enough after all the rain, so he wrapped the improvised bandages around her head and hoped they stopped the bleeding.

She looked at him helplessly the whole time, and he felt like she was memorizing his features. He studied her, too. Her high cheekbones emphasized the hollows beneath, and her full lips hinted at an expressive mouth. Her pale face was as remote and beautiful as a statue, making her appeal to him on a primitive level that he would never acknowledge.

Why was she in the remote Highlands? According to gossip he’d heard long ago, she rarely visited her father’s castles. Was she the advance of a larger party headed right for Duncan’s unsuspecting people? She was so close to his hidden encampment. If he let her go, she could bring men to hunt the area, risking his people—risking the good he was trying to do. He couldn’t release her until he knew all the facts.


Tasty Q&A with Gayle Callen

If you had to title your own life what would it be and why?

“Lucky in Love.” I met my husband a year before we started dating, but once we dated, we married within six months. And I knew that first month that I was in love with him. So any time someone uses love at first sight in a romance novel, I think it could be true, because it happened to me. And we’ve been married 35 years, so it can work!

What is your favorite place to visit? 

It may sound cliché for a historical romance author, but I love England. I’ve visited three times now, and every time I see a different part of the country, I fall in love all over again. Last time, I visited my daughter who was studying for her semester abroad in London. The two of us rented a car and drove north—on the left side of the road!—all the way to Yorkshire. The countryside changes so much, from thatched roofs and abundant gardens, to bleak moors that roll to the horizon. Incredible!

Favorite writing place. 

Even though I’ve written most of my books from a small office on the lower level of my house, my favorite place to write is on my patio. I spent all last summer working outside 4-6 hours every day. My yard is mostly trees, but I have an umbrella to sit beneath when the sun is overhead. I planted begonias and impatiens, which do well in the shade. I put up my feet up, my laptop on a lap desk, and I write, listening to the sound of the bees, the birds, and distant lawn mowers. My neighbor has several bird feeders that spill seeds onto the ground, so sometimes birds, squirrels, bunnies, and chipmunks are all cavorting in the grass together, like my own private show. It’s so peaceful!

What are 5 things you must have with you when you write?

Ooh, interesting question. I don’t think I’m superstitious about anything in particular, but there are some constants when I’m writing a book. A laptop is number one—a desktop computer can’t easily be moved, so I’ve used a laptop for years so I can set it aside to research, spread out my index cards, etc. And I want to be able to take it with me, too! Next, I always have ice water in a big insulated mug. I have index cards, because that’s how I keep track of all my scenes. I use a purple pen to write on them. And lastly, markers, because I highlight a corner of each index card to keep track of all my plotlines when I lay the cards out: purple for the heroine’s emotional growth, blue for the hero, pink for the romance plot, then green/orange/red for the various plotlines in the book. Yes, I love to organize and plot things out.

Can you tell us a little about your book?

I was so excited to write LOVE WITH A SCOTTISH OUTLAW, mainly because I finally found a story to fit a plot I’d always wanted to write: amnesia. I opened the book with the heroine, Catriona, waking up in the Scottish Highlands, her head bleeding, not knowing who she is. It was such fun to write! The hero Duncan is the chief of an outlawed clan—and he knows exactly who she is, the daughter of his enemy. While Catriona thinks he is being kind enough to house her while she discovers who she is, Duncan is really holding her captive. And of course, the sparks fly!

 

After a
detour through fitness instructing and computer programming, Gayle
Callen
 found the life she’d always dreamed of as a romance writer.
This USA Today bestselling author has written more than twenty
historical romances for Avon Books, and her novels have won the Holt Medallion,
the Laurel Wreath Award, the Booksellers’ Best Award, and been translated into
eleven different languages. The mother of three grown children, an avid
crafter, singer, and outdoor enthusiast, Gayle lives in Central New York with
her dog Uma and her husband, Jim the Romance Hero. She also writes contemporary
romances as Emma Cane. Discover more at her website.
 

 

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl