ALTER-EGOS (Anne Stuart)

Do any of you have a literary alter ego you identify with?  A lot of women embrace Jo March in LITTLE WOMEN, or Scarlett O’Hara if they’re feeling feisty and selfish.  (That was my main problem with GWTW — Scarlett was admirable but not very likable).  I have had a number of literary figures over the years that I longed to be.  I loved the dying Victorian saints, like Beth March, or Carol in The Birds’ Christmas Carol (I think that was the name of it).  I think I must have had a strong Victorian past life — either I was a sentimental matriarch or old maid (whatever I was, I was a battle-axe), or maybe I really was one of those pale, saintly creatures who died young and everyone wept and was so sorry.auntie mame

While I have a few alter egos nowadays, like the All-knowing Trash Heap from “Fraggle Rock” (aka Madame Heap) or Sister Yoda the Very Wise who knows everything about being a romance writer, my favorite, long term icon is Auntie Mame.  I wanted to start this blog with “Greetings, my little loves!”   Auntie Mame used to sweep into a room, see you nephew and cry out “Patrick, my little love” and it’s stuck with me ever since.  I’m outrageous, genuinely sweet, love attention (but don’t like fighting for it — it has to come naturally) and in all but financial matters I’m completely extravagant.  I should have a long cigarette holder and gesture dramatically (preferably with a bubble gum cigarette at the end).
Mame Dennis knew sorrow and despair and milked every moment of it, she soared through life puncturing the pompous and uplifting the downtrodden (think of Agnes Gooch).  And if none of this means anything to you, go and rent Auntie Mame immediately — you’ll fall in love.

The very best thing about Auntie Mame was her mantra — “Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.  Live!”  She probably said that to mousy little Agnes (played by the writer Fannie Flagg in the original).  But it’s true.  Look around you and there are so many glorious things, even through a veil of tears (and I’ve been wearing that particular veil a lot in the last few months).

So first a little ad — Two of my best books are on sale at Amazon this month for the splendid price of $1.99.  First, there’s PRINCE OF MAGIC, with ghosts, faux Druids, ruined abbeys and a luscious anti-hero.

And then there’s the best book I ever wrote, NIGHTFALL.  I don’t know why I’m so besotted with it – I firmly believe it’s so wonderful it can cure whatever ails you, as long as you’re the right audience to be transported by the story of c51skg3dlSYL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-big,TopRight,0,-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4,BottomRight,1,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_onvicted murderer Richard Tiernan and his victim/patsy/one true love who finally gets everything she wants in the end.

The sale lasts all month and is most definitely worth it — I defy you to put either of them down once you start them.

But back to alter egos.  I suppose role models are the same thing — someone fabulous you aspire to be.  Or maybe an alter ego is someone you already are.  It’s hard to say.

In the end, just remember that life is indeed a banquet.  LIVE!


Looking Back (Anne Stuart)

I’ve spent the last year or so going through my older books, getting them ready for reprint. Some have required only minor clean up, fixing an awkward phrase here or there, some have required harder work, but I’ve discovered so much in the journey.  In the case of PRINCE OF MAGIC, pom it was like reading a brand new book. I’d written the second half in five days stuck in a motel room (I was way behind so I went on a marathon writing binge) and it was like reading a new book by an author I love (well, of course I love my books — I tap into my favorite fantasies). The same goes for the one I’m working on: NOW YOU SEE HIM was a RITA finalist and I remembered it as being brilliant, but man oh man, I don’t know what kind of copy editor I had but she was asleep at the wheel. And my editor, who’d always been my favorite, should have caught stuff, stuff that accidentally sounded demeaning and made the heroine TSTL. now you see him orig. I’m tightening it up, cleaning up the mess, and it’s still a fascinating book — I don’t remember much of it so again it’s like a new book, but a far messier one than the one written in 5 days, which surprises me. I wrote it soon after my nephew died, so maybe that’s my excuse, but it’ll be a much stronger book when I’m done.
At the same time I’m working on GLASS HOUSES. So far that’s been easy — well written and no ugly surprises. I remember a great sex scene (not a love scene) later in the book, and I’m really looking forward to getting to that point. glass houses

It’s been odd, living so much in the past while writing books that I love in the “now.” One thing that’s stayed constant — my favorite book, best book, is probably still my favorite, best book, with the possible exception of the ICE books. NIGHTFALL needed very few changes, and it was just as powerful to me. But then, I exorcised a lot of demons with that one. Nightfall

Strangest of all is the one that’s coming out any day now. It was the time of Kathleen Woodiwiss and Rosemary Rogers, and I decided to write a long historical, ignoring the fact that I was writing in first person. I’d just seen Frank Langella on Broadway as Dracula (and trust me, that was an unforgettable experience) and I was inspired! So I wrote a book about a suspected vampire in Venice in the 1840s, and even (gasp) but sex in it. Which the editor promptly cut in half, making it the most pathetic paragraph in history. In retaliation I made that sucker (not literally) four pages long. My characters deserved it.
The book wasn’t quite as brilliant as I thought it was — my heroine was judgmental and a little mean, so I toned that down. When I came to the second book, The Demon Count’s Daughter, I was shocked.
At the time, I loved The Demon Count so much I didn’t want to stop, so I immediately wrote a book about his daughter and put it together as a family saga/historical romance. My publisher (Dell Candlelight) separated them into two different books, and while The Demon Count is more original, The Demon Count’s Daughter is much more fun. It was also much better written, which shocks me, considering I wrote them back to back. Now that they’re cleaned up I hope they’re both equal, and fun (Tonetti was one of my favorite creations, and I love the protagonists), but it was fascinating to see the growth, all on my own, at a time when I was writing on spec, not on contract.
Belle Books is putting it out this week, as an omnibus, the way it was intended, and it’ll be interesting to see what people think. Woman in red waving dress with flying fabric. Back side view

In the meantime, NEVERY MARRY A VISCOUNT is doing well and I’m really happy with it, and I’ve finished up revisions for the new ICE book that’s coming out next June, so I’m a happy camper. It’s kind of astonishing to me that my writing is still so satisfying to me (depending on the book). I do hope I have the sense to recognize if it starts to decline. Agatha Christie and Phyllis Whitney worked past their prime, but they were twenty to thirty years older than I am, so I have a lot of good time left. So many books to write, so little time. My mother was on her computer the day before she died at almost 98, so I imagine I’ve got a long run ahead of me, thank God. Because story is what I live for, and without it I’m miserable and pathetic.
When I was in school I was told by my peers, with great contempt, that I lived in a fantasy world.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s the best place to be.
Any of you similarly addicted?51E8ceqH+JL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-big,TopRight,0,-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4,BottomRight,1,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_

Crazy Times (Anne Stuart)

51E8ceqH+JL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-big,TopRight,0,-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4,BottomRight,1,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_ Tomorrow’s launch day! NEVER MARRY A VISCOUNT is finally coming out, and I’ve received some really lovely reviews from PW and RT. It’s definitely the funniest of the bunch, steamy, of course, and a real treat. I’ll be sorry to say goodbye to the Russell sisters and the heroes (a rake, a pirate and a brooding viscount) but I’ve already finished the first book in the American Ice series, and I had the best time writing it! Even though my summer was madness, torn between writing and being the evil Mrs. Mullin in “Carousel” I still enjoyed myself immensely, and lost 15 pounds while doing it.
It’s the first day of Autumn, and I live in Vermont, so you know I’m in for astonishing beauty. It’s even remotely possible this might be my last Autumn here — we want to move to the Pacific Northwest where the climate is milder (albeit rainier). Hmmm. Is that the same way you spell the mountain? That should have given people a clue when they started settling.
But for this year I’m going to enjoy the leaves, go apple picking at Burtt’s Orchard, drink cider and avoid the donuts. I’m going to finish my taxes and clear out my house and enjoy spending time with my husband, plus treasure every moment I have with my grandchildren before they move to DC (Nov. 1st). Life is full of adventure, full of loss, full of joys — you just have to be ready to go along for the ride.

Now I’ve been told that historicals are dead.  That happens quite often — it’s never terminal.  Even gothics aren’t dead — you should read Susan Elizabeth Phillips fabulous new book – HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS.  Delicious.

But clearly historical sales must be going down.  Are you guys sick of them?  I can’t imagine it — I need a variety of sub genres to keep me happy.  Right now I have Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling latest, Sherry Thomas’s historical, Laura Kinsale historicals that I’m doling out sparingly because I don’t know when she’ll write again.  I’ve got the new Jeaniene Frost and a couple of Mollie Harpers and new Georgette Heyer audios.  And so many others.

But I need more.  Give me some suggestions of writers you really like.  Sub-genre doesn’t matter, as long as I have sex and a happy ending, and obviously since I love Heyer, sex isn’t a necessity (though it’s always nice).

Who do you love nowadays?

Words and Music (Anne Stuart)

krissie in carousel I’ve spent the summer play a double part in “Carousel” in our local professional/amateur theater group. First, I’m the evil Mrs. Mullin, the owner of the carousel and an uber-cougar (type-casting) and then as a townsperson because they need my voice (I have a decent voice). It’s been exhausting but wonderful, and we have our last three performances this week. If you’re anywhere near northern Vermont I highly recommend it, simply because it’s such a gorgeous production and everyone is so good in it! Details are at Last year I got to be Eulalie MacKecknie Shinn in Music Man, and the year before that Sister Margareta in The Sound of Music (you know me and nuns. Or if you don’t, you should).
writing is such a solitary profession, and there’s always been a strong part of me who likes solitude. I used to love it when my parents and siblings went off for a day’s excursion in the summer. I’d stay home, and spin my tales inside my head and float around the house. I like it when Richie goes away, even though I miss him like crazy. Writers need that freedom.
But too much isolation is bad for the soul, and with the theater group I’ve found so many new friends (family, even) that I love. People I knew by sight by not by heart.
For instance, this photo was taken by Alana, who used to be in my late sister’s writing group. Her husband’s a teacher at the local high school and was one of my kid’s nemeses (almost every teacher was). But she’s warm and sweet and loving, her husband is actually a sweetheart as well, though more reserved, and I noticed that her email was “beeswing.” I finally asked her why, and she started …”there’s this song by Richard Thompson …” and I immediately threw my arms around her. I love Richard Thompson more than anything — he’s the soundtrack to my books, he’s dark and funny and brilliant and his music is my books. But not everyone knows him, so to find that Alana loved him too brought me such joy!

I have, however, discovered a new word that I’m so sick of I want to puke. Last year it was trope. I don’t think trope should be used outside of academia, where they’re supposed to be pretentious (I’m not big on academe, since it was the family business).
The new word is “curated.” They’re doing a writer’s forum in town “curated” by someone. We’re having a benefit dinner “curated” by a legend in the culinary industry. How do you curate a meal, for god’s sake?
I’m guess it’s pretension I can’t stand. Words are glorious things, and finding the precise word (and I will grant that perhaps “trope” is sometimes the precise word) is always good. But when it gets over-used …. I love Smart Bitches, Trashy Books but someone ought to do a word-count on how many times they use the word “trope.”
And curate? What the hell does that mean?
This is from a great piece in the NYT :The word “curate,” lofty and once rarely spoken outside exhibition corridors or British parishes, has become a fashionable code word among the aesthetically minded, who seem to paste it onto any activity that involves culling and selecting. In more print-centric times, the term of art was “edit” — as in a boutique edits its dress collections carefully. But now, among designers, disc jockeys, club promoters, bloggers and thrift-store owners, curate is code for “I have a discerning eye and great taste.”

Indeed. I use fancy words. Lascivious, obfuscation – I even used the word “defenestration” in dialogue in a book. When the word is right the word is right. When it just seems to puff up someone’s importance then it makes my skin crawl.

All right, enough bitching. Lots more words and music for me this week. I have a play to finish and a book to finish. A book full of tropes which I will then curate, all the time listening to Richard Thompson, and then I’ll spend my last three shows in a 10 pound costume (I kid you not). Ah, the glory of showbiz.

Are there any words you automatically hate? Enthuse drives me crazy, but that’s the fault of Strunk and White and the Elements of Style (which everyone should own and read yearly). Or do most people not even notice the things that drive me crazy?

Books Books Books (Anne Stuart)

One marvelous side benefit of the e-publishing revolution is getting back to old favorites, or in some cases, old troublemakers that turn out to be favorites. I’ve got my backlist scattered all over the place — my agent put some up in cooperation with Amazon, I’m doing some with Jess Lewis, I put a short story up on my own, and I’m doing a whole bunch with Belle Books. With the first ones I put up things seemed to be in a great hurry so I didn’t get a chance to look them over and make changes. When I first did (with NIGHTFALL, possibly my all-time favorite book) I had a great time. Not only was the book as good as I remembered (at least, good for me. Obviously my books are written with me as a reader and NIGHTFALL was near pitch-perfect) but I got to clean up messy little phrasing and anything that makes me cringe.
Trust me, now matter how good a writer you are, there is always stuff that will make you cringe when you read something twenty or thirty years old. Good god — NIGHTFALL was 30 years ago? Naaah. 1994, 2004, 20014. Oh, 20 years ago. That’s better.

Anyway, let me tell you about PRINCE OF MAGIC. I was working too hard, writing really good books (it was one of the most creative times in my life) for two publishers who couldn’t figure out how to publish me. A fair amount of publishing is simply dumb luck — getting the right book in front of the right editor or agent on the right day. Getting the right cover, somehow hitching on to something that captures the public’s attention, making sure a princess doesn’t die or a train doesn’t overturn when your book’s coming out. Sometimes with the best will in the world a publisher will manage an Epic Fail when it comes to publishing an author. I was in the midst of that, writing some of the best books of my life (one of the most creative times of my life) with far too many publishers (I was doing novellas for everyone as well).

So needless to say I was late on delivery. Very late. Very very late. Trying to do too much while family members were dying and my career was in crisis and one of my children was in crisis. Not the best time in the world. And with PRINCE OF MAGIC I fell in love with the opening line. “Beware the Dark Man.” Great opening line, right? Well, there’s a reason Faulkner (I think it was Faulkner) said “kill your darlings.” I wrote and rewrote and rewrote the beginning of that book, determined to keep that opening line, and I kept stalling out. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying. It was just going nowhere. I finally gave up and moved the opening line to later int he book, but I was still moving at a snail’s pace, and I needed another extension. My editor blew up at me, and my agent passed it along.

Here’s a tip. I do not like it when people blow up at me. My mother had rage issues and I freak out when people get angry at me. They can have a problem with me and discuss it, but anger and fury … nope.

So I packed my bags, kissed my husband and children goodbye, and moved into motel in Burlington just after the big ice storm. I decided I would only eat healthy (healthy being brie and french bread and strawberries) and I would swim (but the pool was in another building) and I wrote the second half of the book, about 200 pages, in 5 days. I first overhauled the first half so I could move on ahead. I listened to forest music, since the book takes place in the woods (George Winston, Into the Woods, etc) and I kept a running commentary which is hysterical but now I can’t find it. I think it’ll turn up and I’ll type it up for people to read.

I wrote that book so damned fast my brain melted. I turned it in, had few or no revisions, and the book came out to excellent reviews. But it was as if I’d written it in a trance — I forgot all about it. So when it was time to get it ready for reprinting it was as if I found a brand new Anne Stuart book, one that needed editing, of course, but a real treat, with ridiculous villains, a lovely secondary love story, a couple of ghosts, and I set it at Fountains Abbey in Yorkshire. It was almost as if I’d been reprieved from a dire sin. Books shouldn’t be written so fast you can’t even remember them. Or, if the book calls for that kind of speed you should at least get the time afterwards to read and reread and rewrite. Of course, not having the time was nobody’s fault but mine.

So anyway, I now present you a brand new (to me) Anne Stuart entitled PRINCE OF MAGIC, with false Druids, real ghosts, a dissolute, disillusioned ex-monk (our hero, of course) and a heroine who keeps getting into trouble. With half of the book written in five days.

See what you think of it. It’s in all formats, though I’ve got the Amazon link up there because it’s easiest.  (cut and pass in your browser if your link doesn’t work, or go to Kobo, Nook, Smashwords, whatever and check it out).

Busy Busy Busy (Anne Stuart)

I think I am officially insane.  I’m rushing around like crazy (well, rushing around on the internet) and I haven’t even had any coffee yet.  Too much to do, too little time.  But it’s all good news, thank heavens.

First off, I managed to score Amazon’s Kindle Daily Deal in Romance.  It’s for NEVER KISS A RAKE and NEVER TRUST A PIRATE, for $1.99.  today only, but Kindle Daily Deals are always a treat, and if you have a Kindle or the Kindle app it would make sense to either check the deals every day or sign up for emails (I do).  And when you buy the Daily Deals then you can quite often get the audio book for a rock bottom price too.  Saving money is always a Good Thing.

And yesterday I managed to write 2,800 words and it was all delicious sex.  There are days when I love my job.  How do you write 2,800 words of sex when it’s romantic suspense and not erotica?  Trust me, if anyone can do it, I can.

On top of that, we’re trying to get the house ready to list, trying to find where we want to move, dealing with the usual family crap, etc.  But the book’s going well, and when that happens I can manage to survive everything else.

And on the non-book side, it sounds like I’ve got the role of Mrs. Mullins in “CAROUSEL” this summer, which fills me with such utter delight I can’t stand it!  She’s the ultimate cougar, and I’ll get to lust after young men with impunity.  Man, I’m going to go full cougar on that, even though she’s kind of the villain.  But hey, she’s just a tough lady full of frustrated lust.

So life is good, if a bit crazy.  As if that’s anything new.

A Room of my Own (Anne Stuart)

Did I ever mention I’m a slob?  And while not a hoarder (I have no problem getting rid of things) I also love to accumulate.  I think it’s the Taurus in me — I just love pretty things.  I’m trying to declutter, but so is my best friend, the former shopaholic, and she holds up stuff and I go “Pretty!  Shiny!” and I take it home.  Argh!

My office is a disaster.   My bedroom, which has a little corner where I can write and look out over the hillside, is almost as bad. I need peace and tranquility and every time I try to make a space for it something kneecaps me.

I used to have a wonderful cabin in the woods, but in a moment of insanity we gave it to my son, thinking he’d stay there for the winter instead of in our house. I had an outside office for a few years but it was too expensive and I spent most of my time sleeping. I’ve worked at the library but it’s closed all the time, I’ve worked at family houses around the lake but they’ve all been sold. I need to have one sacred, calm space where I can create.

Of course, any place I work quickly gets littered with diet coke cans and empty goldfish bags, but since I’ve been off diet sodas for 12 days and I need to get off white flour that might not be a problem. In truth, I can write anywhere — on an airplane, in a car, in a waiting room, even being filmed. My soul is just longing for peace.

For today I’l write surrounded by chaos, though, and then once the writing is done I’ll see if I can clean. But man, it seems overwhelming.

In case any of you guys missed it, during the 41 Days of Nights of Impeccable Glory I put up a couple of special treats on my website: two short stories previously published only on obscure websites that I can’t even remember. One is the story of Summer and Taka’s wedding from ICE BLUE, told from Reno’s point of view, and the other is called WEDDING BELL BLUES about a miserable bridesmaid and the black sheep brother of the bride. Just check out (or if that doesn’t work go for and look up at the menu across the top for Special Treats.

Looks like spring is taking a long time in lots of areas of the country, not just mine. I hope it comes soon and is glorious! We need sunshine and growing things that don’t get hit by snow.

The 40 Days Winds to a Close (Anne Stuart)

The forty days of celebrating my 40 years as a published romance writer are winding down. Today’s day 39, but since I calculated wrong it’s going to be 41 days, which makes it one to grow on, which is only as it should be. I’ve got so many books I want to write.

Today is the official reprint of my very first book from 40 years ago. If you want a chance at a free copy go to and make a comment and you might win one. You can also find out all sorts of wicked details about living the life.


I’ve been giving away all sorts of stuff, usually for just one day, but I’ll bring you up to speed on what’s still available. SHADOW LOVER, a romantic suspense that was my first appearance on the USA Today list, is on sale till the end of the month for a dirt cheap $1.99. Tricky, sexy, and fun, it’s a bargain.

On my website, under special treats, is the hard-to-find story of Summer and Taka’s wedding (the characters from RITA-winning ICE BLUE) told from Reno’s viewpoint. Tomorrow I’m putting up another long-lost short story called WEDDING BELL BLUES. And on April 30th everything I have rights to will be $.99 for one day only.

After that I’m dropping prices across the board. After all, it’s time to concentrate on new books. The past, glorious as it was, is now officially the past. God knows what the future will bring.

But right now I have books to write.

Yikes (Anne Stuart)

It seems as if celebrating your 40th anniversary is a lot more trouble than I thought.  I’m having fun, but I’ll be glad when it’s over.  It’s soaking up a lot of time, and even going down memory lane has it’s drawbacks — too many potholes.

(Speaking of which, I don’t know if this winter beat your roads to hell, but it sure did a number on Vermont).

But I digress.  The treat for today is a posable action figure of Reno from FIRE AND ICE.  Actually it’s Reno from Final Fantasy: Advent Children, a movie which is very beautiful and makes no sense, but my character took his name and his look from the original video game, so the action figure looks a lot like him, including his long red hair and facial tattoos (though Reno has tears).  Plus the fabulous audio version by Xe Sands, who is one of the very best narrators out there.  Her men’s voices are orgasmic.  (Bad Krissie!).

The book’s a lot of fun too. To enter, go to and tell me what your favorite tv show was when you were young, growing up, whatever. Mine, when I was 18, was “Shane,” a short-run western on ABC with a beautiful David Carradine as the gunslinger. Ooooooh. There’s just something about a hired gun that’s irresistible. I know, I’m sick.

So what’s yours? Any of them ever inspire you to write your own versions in your imagination?

Why I Don’t Like to Blog (Anne Stuart)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted to be here. Now. the problem I have with blogging is that it can feel so artificial. Publishers tell you you must blog and use Facebook and Twitter, and you have to cozy up to readers with a false grin and get them to spend money. (Shudder). I’m absolutely delighted when I have something to talk about, a reason to share. But blogging in order to get people to buy books feels so inherently false that I just rebel against it.

Not that that’s what other people are doing. It’s a form of communication, mini-essays, rumination on life. Some teach writing, others talk about their travels or their lives, some people blog passionately about politics or health issues. I’m just talking about me.So showing up here was always a challenge, because I needed to come up with something I really felt like talking about. As for my own blog on my website – fuggedaboudit. (Is that how you’d spell that? You know what I mean.) I was stuck with a problem and doing a bad job.
And then a couple of years ago, as the new year was approaching and that dread mid-sixty number was just over the next horizon, I decided I wanted to improve myself, lose weight and get healthy, and I thought doing it online would keep me honest. It was just going to be an almost anonymous blog, talking about weight and reinventing myself, but then I talked with Crusie and Lani Diane Rich and it suddenly morphed into and I’ve loved it. Griping about the business is off-limits. Even talking about the business is off-limits, though we can talk about writing if we’re careful. It’s about family and craft and weight and facing things and aging (though I haven’t really admitted that part). It’s about recapturing our own fabulousness and making it fresh, and the blog’s been going for more than two years now and I never get tired of it. Still not using my website blog, though, or showing up here much.
But when the 40th anniversary of the publication of my first book rolled around, I suddenly had a reason. First off, I wanted to give away as many books as I could. Turns out there’s a limit to that — Amazon only lets you give away books that are exclusive to them, and you can only do it once every 90 days. So I had to fill in with $.99 deals, but those can go to Nook and Kobo, and I’m filling in with getting publishers to offer freebies, and giving away audiobooks and other goodies. So I wasn’t trying to sell things, or it didn’t feel that way.

And I had something to talk about. 40 years in the business leaves a lot of stuff to remember, to rant about, to laugh about. And I’m having a fabulous time. Every day I write something on my personal website, I’ve got deals and freebies and drawings scheduled through the end of the month. Of course when it’s over I’ll probably crawl back under a rock (I’ll be behind on a book I want to write) but it’s fun while it lasts.
So I’m apologizing that I haven’t been here. Some people are naturals at this — breezy and comfortable. If I don’t have something I want to talk about then I feel dishonest, trying to sucker you in.
But in the meantime, all is good. Today’s special is two novellas for $.99 each, for Kindle, Nook and Kobo. The first is UNDER AND ENCHANTMENT, a selkie story set in Scotland. The second is my beloved HIGH SHERIFF OF HUNTINGDON, when I take Alan Rickman’s wicked Sheriff and turn him into a reluctant hero. Sort of. With a nun. Sort of.
Plus, SHADOW LOVER, one of my sexiest, trickiest romantic suspense novels, with a slightly less lethal hero, is on sale for the entire month at Amazon for $1.99, thanks to one of my publishers. So as the name of the blog says, It’s all good.