“I have to get away from you.” Thomas, the Earl of Avondale, has made a huge error in judgment. Six years ago he married the lovely Rose, making her the Countess of Avondale at the sweet young age of 16, and then left their marriage bed after uttering these seven fateful words. Rose was devastated(…)
My grandmother, whom I’m named for, has been gone for more than thirteen years, her house closed up and sold longer than that in order to pay for her medical expenses in her final years. But memories of her are vivid and sweet in my mind. It’s funny to me the odds and ends that(…)
By Laura Drake I beg your indulgence for one blog. Only one, I promise. After 16 years of writing, my debut book releases in less than two weeks! God knows, I’ve had lots of time to get ready, but I’m not sure you can truly prepare for an event that momentous. In a few days,(…)
Today is my wedding anniversary. So much has happened between saying “I do” and today that it seems more like ten years than two. My husband and I often say that we have the kind of relationship where it feels like we’ve been together forever. In the best way possible. We were reminiscing about back(…)
Happy Birthday to me! Right here and now, I’m going public with my age for maybe the first time as an author. Now, I’m not ashamed of my age, mind you. But years ago, when I was an unpubbed newbie–still naive and believing all those “rules”–I read that anyone over fifty shouldn’t tell their age. The reasoning was(…)
Lady Francesca Darling has known what—and who—she has wanted since she was five years old. Doted on as the only girl in the family her entire life, she has grown up much-loved, self-confident, and with a decided knowledge of how the world of men works. And the man she has decided that she wants is(…)
Today is Mother’s Day. Probably the sappiest and most over-wrought holiday on the calendar Millions will be spent on mushy cards, flowers, perfume, and jewelry as we all try to find just the right thing for our beloved Mothers, the epitome of all that is good and right with the world… Well, I am a(…)
I write Romantic Suspense, and as such it’s required I have a bad guy. And just as in romance where we like to have a happily ever after, it’s usually done that the bad guy gets his comeuppance. I’m generally stubborn about my writing–correction my plotting. E.G. I like to take risks. I figure out what needs to happen(…)
I bruise often. No, I don’t mean easily. At any given time I have two or three random bruises, and there’s nothing easy or comfortable about most of them, although I often have a hard time recalling where they came from. Currently my left knee cap is a lovely shade of plum. I have a(…)
It is the last day of April and I am already sweating. This is not good. I don’t enjoy sweating, yet I live in the armpit of hell in Northern Central California for several months every year and every year I wonder why I continue to live here. Usually by the time July hits I(…)
