First up, the second book in The Market Series was released on November 27th! Yay! This is the story of Serena and Brennan. She is a–ahem–lady of the house and he is a textiles importer. Their story warms my heart and I am excited to share it with you.
Brennan Whitling wants for nothing but the love of a good woman. He has a close family, good friends, and a successful textiles import business. But, a beautiful and elusive young woman he has only seen from afar haunts him. Until a chance meeting leads to far more than dinner.
Serena Freemont has only ever known the life of a prostitute. When an invitation to dinner by a handsome gentleman provides her an opportunity to experience life as a young lady, it’s too tempting to pass up. Much like the man issuing it. After a night of passion she must disappear or face his reaction when the truth is revealed.
To find happiness Serena must shed her past long enough to realize she is worthy of a future. To win her heart, Brennan must show her the redemptive power of love.
I think Love Redeemed is even on sale over at Coffee Time Romance!
Next up is MORE good news! Decadent Publishing has picked up the third book in The Market Series, Love Reclaimed! Woo! Hoo! I am super excited about this because it might be my favorite book yet. This one is a story of second chances–LOVE!–and features a more mature hero and heroine. It is the story of Madame Marchander, proprietress of The Market, and Lord Jonathan Pierce, the Baron of Heartfield. They were sweethearts before circumstances separated them and took them down different paths in life. This book should be out in the early part of 2013.
And finally, I wanted to share with you what I’ve been working on. I have no title yet, but the story is a post-apocalyptic M/M/M/F romance. The world as we know it is completely different and these characters are working hard to survive in it. Below is a small, raw, excerpt where they all meet for the first time. Enjoy!
Near the edges of the village called Riverton she spotted the flurry of activity in preparation for the monthly lottery. Ari shuddered in revulsion. Again, she vowed to herself she would never submit to such barbaric practices. She would run before becoming yet another victim of the High Council’s laws. With her survival skills, she could easily make it to the Great Wilderness.
Leaves rustled behind her indicative of a large animal barreling towards her. She seized her bow and notched an arrow in a deadly fluid movement born of practice. She held her breath, heart racing as though it would burst from her chest. Killing wasn’t something she relished, but her will to live was stronger than her empathy for whatever was coming through the brush.
Three men emerged from the surrounding greenery. All three of a height, one was slightly taller than the others, but all out stripped her by a good three inches. At five foot nine inches it wasn’t many men who topped her by any amount.
Ariana lowered her bow slightly, but not entirely. The three stopped short as they spotted her stance and partially raised bow. The taller of the three smiled at her and stepped forward.
“Hello there. Did we startle you?” His dark hair and intense dark eyes packed a breath stealing punch.
She refused to speak.
The one with golden brown hair moved into a shaft of light, his hair sparking like a crown of gold. “Zack, be careful. I’d say based on the birds hanging from her waist that she knows what she’s doing with that bow.”
The one called Zack raised his hands palms forward. “Easy now. Nobody here wants to hurt you pretty lady.”
Ariana glanced down at herself in confusion. Who was he calling pretty? Her? Indecision warred with caution. Her nipples hardened as she took in the two handsome men she could see. The third hovered behind them in the shadows, an indistinguishable form in the cool darkness.
As one, the three of them began to edge around the small glade. “We’re just gonna head on our way. Okay? No need to shoot anyone.” Zack sidled along in a slow easy movement.
They faded into the woods and left her alone with her pounding pulse. She released the arrow and replaced it into her quiver. Who were they? She didn’t recognize them from the village, not that she should. Her parents would be angry if they knew how often she skirted the settlement seeking a glimpse of the society denied her. She eased deeper into the foliage, veering off from her original course with the intent of avoiding further contact with anyone. If anyone knew of her existence her whole family would be forced to run, unless they just sent her away. The fear of her family cutting her out of their midst pierced her chest like a well-placed arrow.