Tuesday

Tuesdays with Tupperware ~ Strawberry Ice Cream

What is better on a hot summer's day than homemade ice cream? I have a wonderful Cuisinart Ice Cream Maker, which I use regularly and store all my ice cream in my medium deep Freeze It, but sometimes I want something different and I've now found it.

I made Strawberry Ice Cream using my Tupperware Power Chef Premium System. Most videographers that I watched used the Tupperware Quick Chef Pro, but I don't have one (yet) so I improvised and it worked out quite well.

I started making the ice cream around 2:00 pm and by 2:20 I was finished. All that was left was for the ice cream to harden a bit so it could be scooped out, however if you love soft ice cream, then you can eat it right away. It did scoop out, but was a little slushy in the bowl.

Once supper was complete, I scooped out some ice cream and hubby enjoyed a refreshing taste of strawberries on a hot summer's eve.

Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #44

Last week Lord George found his observations of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet entertaining, particularly the lady of the house who was quite aghast at the amount of his bogus wager. We left with Mrs. Bennet speaking... "Ten pounds!" Mrs. Bennet gasped out loud, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You must have a great deal of money if you can bet such exorbitant amounts."
If only he were in this part of England for such a whimsical reason. While Mrs. Bennet nattered on about placing bets and how she'd heard that some of the men in the village were known to play cards for money, George mulled over the true reason he was in the vicinity of Hertfordshire.
After his dinner at White's with Max and the snide comment made by the Viscount Stanhope, George realized that the man Evangeline shot was non other than Stanhope's valet. He recollected the surprised expression on the valet's face when he first entered the room, which convinced George that his presence at Evangeline's home was not expected. As the valet died with that information there was a good possibility Stanhope was still in the dark about George's covert activities.
Then again, Stanhope might not be involved at all. Servants heard and saw the underbelly of London Society and a cunning one could use that information to upgrade their station in life. However, George was convinced the valet was not one to willingly get his hands dirty, which led him back to taking a closer look at Stanhope.
He planned to reconnoiter Stanhope's estate and see if anything, other than a very dead valet, pointed to his involvement with the French. Running over a beautiful young woman on the road was not part of the plan and with that one small diversion, his hope of remaining incognito had gone up in a plume of lavender scented smoke. 
Thank you for participating in this weekend writing exercise. Please feel free to leave a comment and don't forget to check out other author's selections for this weekend HERE.

Thursday

COMING THIS FALL!

Katherine is slated for release this fall (2017). I thought I'd share with you a video highlighting a few... teasers for this Regency Romance spy thriller with a Jane Austen twist.

Enjoy:

Tuesday

Tuesdays with Tupperware ~ One Pot Beef Casserole

First,  let me state - I AM NOT A TUPPERWARE CONSULTANT. I don't sell Tupperware (although I did in the early '80's) but I use it and I'm kinda in love with a few of their gadgets. I thought I start posting pictures/ recipes / tips for how to use Tupperware for good... lol

Today, I'm posting pictures and a recipe of something I made today using my new Tupperware Microwave Pressure Cooker. This is only the second time using it - the first was a chicken teriyaki meal (YUM).




Monday

Mondays with Jane ~ Persuasion 2

His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to anything deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards. -- She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them. Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.

This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance. -- Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends; and one remained a widower, the other a widow.

That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation. -- Be it known, then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable application*) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughter's sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up on any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two their children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister: her word had no weight; her convenience was always to give way; -- she was only Anne.

To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.

Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #43

What a crazy week! I almost forgot to sign up for #WeWriWa, AND, I missed visiting everyone else's blogs for their weekly entry. Profuse apologies to all my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors.

That said, I squeaked in under the wire and am continuing on with Katherine. You can read last week's post HERE.

I have shamelessly fidgeted with punctuation in order to comply with the ten line rule.
George noted a tightening of Katherine's lips and a faint blush staining her cheeks, the only visible clue that her parent's behaviour shamed her deeply and felt a tug of compassion. For some reason he felt an insane desire to spirit her away so they could never embarrass her this way again, but for now, he placed the well worn cloak of a shallow man around his shoulders and waded into the inane world of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.
"I don't mind answering Mrs. Bennet's questions and it's not Miss Katherine's fault for her accident, you see, I was in a mad rush to deliver a letter."
"What, the post doesn't run from London anymore?" queried Mr. Bennet as he dropped the top half of his paper down and looked at George in mock astonishment.
George revised his opinion of the couple, although Mrs. Bennet was rather empty-headed, Mr. Bennet was an observer of people, he'd have to tread carefully around the man.
"Yes it does, but a friend of mine, Lord Alvanley, placed a bet at Whites that I couldn't deliver the letter to a mutual friend's door in less than twelve hours. Alas, I now owe him ten pounds."
"Ten pounds!" Mrs. Bennet gasped out loud, her hand fluttering to her chest. "You must have a great deal of money if you can bet such exorbitant amounts."

Can you see the dollar signs, or should I say 'one pound notes', floating in Mrs. Bennet's head? Check out other fantabulous authors who participate in this fun weekly exercise HERE.
            

Friday

Friday with Friends ~ Jenna Victoria

Who is Jenna Victoria, Author?
Her family's claim to fame is a maternal grandfather who co-created Twinkies, Snowballs and Hostess cupcakes (with the white swirl) for Intercontinental Baking Company, circa 1950's. Since one of those involves chocolate, it's all good.

Jenna writes books for readers who enjoy sweet compelling romances, and also for those who look for her "fiction that feeds your faith" titles - happily-ever-after romance and romantic suspense stories with a Christian worldview.

About the Book:

From Homeless to Heartache, Bookkeeper Mollie Wright knows about living on the streets, and her purchase of sweet Lilac Cottage is a dream come true. She is determined to stay and fight when a legal error puts her ownership at risk.

 Attorney Sean Grady never wanted his great-aunts to sell their cottage in Westchester County, New York, so when a paperwork snafu puts the deal on hold, he moves swiftly to evict the pretty, feisty squatter. Mollie finds unexpected allies in Grady Cove neighbors and a member of Sean's own family but knows the clock is ticking.

Will a theft and her past secrets force a showdown to heartache, or will Mollie and Sean discover home is where your heart is?

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Thanks for visiting my blog. Take care, and remember to hug someone you love today.

Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #42

Welcome. Last week Kitty thought Lord George protested a little too much when she made a passing comment that his referral to Napoleon sounded somewhat personal, as though he'd been to France. You can read that HERE.

I've skipped ahead a few paragraphs and we are now in Lord George's POV and Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet and Mary Bennet have joined him and Kitty. Which is a good thing because Kitty worried. Although Lord George was clear across the drawing room standing by the fireplace, the fact they were unattended in the drawing room was socially unacceptable.

George watched with mild amusement as Mrs. Bennet fussed with her skirts, chastised the girls for any number of things not worth worrying about and almost laughed out loud when she finally turned her full attention on him. The calculating look in her eye, barely concealed by much fluttering of her eyelashes, led him to believe she had him pegged for son-in-law number four.
"We barely had time for conversation, what with all the excitement of Kitty nearly being killed," began the lady of the house.
George caught a slight eye roll from Katherine, who hid it by looking down at her fingers, which continued to pleat and tug at the blanket covering her legs.
"What brought you to Hertfordshire, Lord Kerr? Surely there are lots of pretty girls in London to catch your eye, although Kitty is quite lovely, when she's not covered in mud." Mrs. Bennet's head tipped to one side as she awaited his answer. She reminded him of a pet bird his mother kept, which always tilted its head and fixed one eye on him, waiting to see what he'd say or do.
"Lord Kerr is not required to share his itinerary, nor does he answer to us as to what ladies he knows in London," Mr. Bennet said, shaking out his newspaper in agitation. "It's not his fault Kitty was in the middle of the road, silly girl, always dreaming her life away."
Thank you for reading my contribution to Weekend Writing Warriors. I'm sure a lot of you are at the RWA conference. One of these years I'll attend, but I'm saving for a fab vacation in November.

To catch up with other authors, please visit the link to Weekend Writing Warriors HERE. They are a talented crew and you won't regret it. Most authors have their selections up on the Sunday.

Tuesday

Tidbit Tuesday

My first book ever published was According to Plan, a contemporary romantic suspense. Heavy on the romance, light on the suspense. I thought I'd share a brief snippet where I exercised my descriptive narrative muscle. I hope you enjoy.


 


Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #41

Welcome friends.

Katherine is situated on a settee in the drawing room alone with Lord George Kerr. He has declared how many can't wait for Napoleon, or as he referred to him - La Corse - to be defeated. Would you like to catch up, read the post HERE.
"You sound as though you've been there and seen that for yourself."
If she hadn't been watching him so closely, she wouldn't have seen him give a start. Minutiae in terms of reaction, but there all the same.
"No, not this boring English gentleman. My French is deplorable, almost as bad as my Latin." He pretended to shudder. "I took an interest in what Old Boney was up to when Nathan enlisted, I played no part in the war."
The gentleman doth protest too much.
A revised quote from Shakespeare fluttered through her mind at his declaration. Kitty determined Lord George did not want her to question his connection with France and nervously pleated the throw rug on her lap.
That's all for this week. Thanks for stopping by. For more information on Weekend Writing Warriors, as well as to read other talented authors, click HERE



WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #40

I've been sharing from Katherine, and I'm loving how the story is unfolding, but today I thought I'd share from a paranormal/time travel that I work on whenever I can't think of what to add to my current WIP. It's my stress reliever.

This is from Craven Desires. The image to the left is part of the cover. Dreamy, or what?

Ma'alcom, a dark Druid, has two goals. The most pressing one is to rule the clan. The only thing standing in his way is his cousin, Robert Douglas MacKinnon, Laird of Craven Castle and a powerful Druid in his own right. Ma'alcom has captured Laird Craven's wife and in order for Craven to claim her, he must fight a champion of Ma'alcom's choosing, a giant of a man, topping Craven by a good six inches.

Unbeknownst to all of them, Eve included, she has been imbued with Fae powers... well, that is for another snippet....but they're about to get a taste of what she can do.

I've done a bit of a time jump in this excerpt, in order to leave you on the edge of your computer chair.
Ma'alcom twisted the rope until it bit into her skin and tossed the remaining length of rope over the branch of a tree, stretching her arms until she was forced up onto the tips of her toes. She struggled to stay on the balls of her feet, to help ease the pull on her shoulders.
"Don't think your lover will save you with magic, for the area in which he'll fight my champion has been heavily warded," Ma'alcom bragged before he stepped away and surveyed her, much as an artist would assess a new painting. "Unfortunately, this means my magic will be rendered useless as well, but such is the sacrifice I'm willing to make in order to keep the battle fair."
Hours later, as the full moon rose to its zenith, Eve watched the two men circle each other, testing the other's reactions, gauging their skills. She knew Ma'alcom intended Craven to be distracted by the thought of her strung up on the edge of the warded boundary and prayed fervently he would win and---
Pain sliced through her leg and she involuntarily cried out. Ma'alcom raised his dagger and watched blood drip off the end of the blade. Momentarily diverted, Craven lowered his shield and the giant swung his mallet.
"No!," Eve cried out, and the wood became silent, leaving only her and Craven.
Ooooohhhh, what do you think happened?
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Tuesday

Tidbit Tuesday

I've been working on KATHERINE, hoping for a fall 2017 release, and I'm close. So very, very close. I've shared numerous excerpts from this story line, and if you're interested in seeing the very beginning of Kitty's story, check out my Weekend Writing Warrior posts.

This excerpt is from another story I'm working on ( I like to have many irons in the fire... ). It's from GEORGIANA, which shall be released Spring 2018.

*~*~*
Georgiana Darcy bumped along the narrow road, the basket of preserves on her lap threatening to spill over with each jostle. She gripped the handle tighter and continued to gaze out the window, enjoying the vista spread before her. In two months time she'd leave this all behind and head to London in preparation for her first Season.
The thought of leaving Pemberley and all that was familiar caused her stomach to clench. She knew the fear was irrational, but the thought of meeting so many new people almost made her sick.
"Are you quite all right, Miss Darcy?"
The polite enquiry came from the Reverend Lord Nathanial Kerr, better known as Mr. Kerr to the parishioners of Kympton parish. His dark curly hair, broad shoulders and ready smile caused many a young lady to wish he belonged to her, but he had no eyes other than for his wife, the former Miss Caroline Bingley.
"I'm fine, Lord Nathan. Thank you."
As attractive as Lord Nathan was, he didn't make her heart race. No, that pesky organ only galloped along like a new colt around the vicar's brother, Maxwell Kerr, the fifth Duke of Adborough. Try as she might, no amount of internal scolding changed how she felt around him.
They hit another bump and her maid straightened her bonnet.
"Only one more mile, Sarah."
They were taking some much needed food items to one of Pemberley's tenants. This would be one of the last times she had the chance to drive around the estate as she would be leaving for London and who knew when she'd return, if ever. If all went as planned, she'd make her debut, meet a suitable gentleman, fall in love and get married.
Her stomach clenched again.
*~*~* 
 

Monday

Mondays With Jane ~ Persuasion 1

Chapter One
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensation, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century - and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest that never failed - this was the page on which the favourite volume was always opened:

'ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH HALL.

'Walter Elliot, born March 8, 1760, married July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester; by which lady (who died in 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, Nov 5, 1789; Mary, born Nov. 20, 1791.'
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth - 'married, Dec 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset,' - and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respected family, in the usual terms: how it had first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale - serving the office of High Sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto: 'Principle seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset,' and Sir Walter's hand-writing again in the finale:
'Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter.'
Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did; nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.

Wow - Think much of yourself, Sir Walter? Can you hear the wit and sarcasm in Jane's words? I'd love to hear your thoughts of the beginning of Persuasion.


Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #39

Welcome friends. I hope that Canada's 150th birthday on July 1 was drier for my Canadian friends than it was for me, and I lived in envy at the beautiful weather my American friends had for their Fourth of July celebrations. Now that the holiday fever is behind us, it's time to get our butts back into the chair and our hands on the keyboard. I've set a goal of 30K words this month and I'm behind by 30K.... *sigh*

Kitty has been deposited on a couch in the drawing room. Lord George has stayed to supper and as soon as it was polite, joined her in the drawing room.
Standing by the fireplace he watched her with what she'd come to recognize as a habitual grin. Normally she would have fussed and fidgeted, but the slightest movement incurred a biting pain.
"I believe you are the most fetching patient Mr. Wilson has had these past few months," Lord George offered as a conversation starter. "I overheard him tell your father that all he treats lately are red coated soldiers with broken noses and twisted shoulders from holding their muskets the wrong way and not learning when to duck."
"I would rather the injuries happen here than on French soil," Kitty said, thinking about the young men who would never return to Meryton. Maria Lucas worried constantly about her brother Jonathan as they hadn't heard from him in over a month.
At one time Kitty fancied herself in love with the tall, lanky boy, not hard to do when they were such close neighbours, but he never saw her in the same light. Over time and few shed tears she learned to treasure their friendship and when he'd enlisted, she'd added him to her daily prayers along with Lydia, Elizabeth, Jane and Georgiana.
"There are many who live for the day that L'Corse is defeated," Lord George muttered, the muscles along his jawline clenching as his lips formed a thin line.
There were bitter tones laced throughout that statement and she was filled with curiosity at his brief display of emotion.  
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WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #38

Happy 150th Birthday Canada!
I'm continuing with Kitty and Lord George who have arrived at Longbourn. Lord George has Kitty in his arms and Mrs. Bennet is having a fit of vapors. I've skipped past some mundane conversation in order to keep your interest and not leave you glassy-eyed at the end of this snippet. *insert cheeky grin*
Lord George followed Mr. Bennet, taking care not to bump the door frames or any furniture that loomed in their path and Kitty was reminded of how gentle he'd been throughout this whole ordeal. He carried her as though she were a feather pillow and all too soon found herself being deposited on one of the couches in the parlor.
"I must check on Buttons, Miss Bennet, I shall return shortly." Lord George stepped back and gave her a polite bow.
Kitty watched him depart, thankful she was not standing because her legs felt as though they had the rigidity of an embroidery thread. He took her breath away and if she weren't careful, her heart could become more involved, and that wouldn't do.
Within the hour the local doctor, Mr. Wilson, had attended Longbourn and treated both she and her mother. One for a fractured rib and sprained ankle, the other for her nervous disposition.
With her ribs and ankle bound tight, Kitty attempted to rest on one of the settees scattered about the drawing room. Lord George had stayed to dinner and as soon as it was polite, joined her.
Have a great week, and for my American friends, have a safe July 4 holiday. Check out other participants in WeWriWa HERE.

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WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #37

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Each week participating authors post 8-10 lines from a work in progress. My contribution is continuing from KATHERINE: Pride & Prejudice continued... Book Two (Hopefully will be ready for release Fall 2017)

Lord George and Katherine Bennet (Kitty) have arrived at Longbourn and Kitty is sitting on the horse in front of Lord George, who has his arms around her. *gasp*
Lord George slid off the horse and reached up for her. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and with great care he lifted her off Buttons. Katherine fully expected him to set her on her feet, instead, with little effort, he swung her up into his arms and turned to face her parents.
"I apologize for this breach of decorum, but Miss Bennet has been injured. Do you have somewhere I may take her?"
"Right this way, Lord Kerr." Mr. Bennet said, waving his arm toward the front entrance, obviously  recognizing Lord George from Lizzie's wedding.
"Oh, my nerves, my whole body is trembling. Hill, I need my smelling salts," Mrs. Bennet cried out and held the back of her hand to her forehead, swaying on her feet.
Mortified by her mother's familiar antics, Katherine fought the urge to burrow her face into Lord George's shoulder. How could Mama behave so badly in front of such an esteemed guest, the son of a Duke, no less?
There you go. The all too familiar Mrs. Bennet has shown up :)
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Always with love,

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #36

Where has the week gone? I feel like I was just here seven days ago *snicker*
Lord George has helped Katherine onto his uber cute horse 'Buttons' and they should be on their way to Longbourn... or not

He was wedged against her so tight his voice resonated through her body and his essence, the sheer maleness of him surrounded her. The sensation was as much frightening as it was exciting. All her romanticized day dreams of Lord George Kerr having his arms around her did not come close to the real thing.
All too soon the thrill of having his arms around her subsided as with each rocking step Buttons took, pain spiraled across her ribs and it took all her concentration to take in shallow breaths.
"We're almost there, Miss Bennet, I can see a house through the break in the trees."
She lifted her gaze and almost wept at the sight of Longbourn. Both her mother and father exited the house to greet them, no doubt having been warned by a servant they were coming up the drive. She expected a full on assault by her mother, and was not disappointed.
"Whatever happened?" Mrs. Bennet's mouth gaped open at the sight of Katherine seated in front of Lord George, his arms around her in a familiar fashion.

And the saga continues next week.
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Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday - June 14

The month of June contains not only the birthday of my baby, but also of one of my brothers. Happy birthday, Allan. I hope your day is blessed and remember...one day closer to retirement. Whoo Hoo!


Here's looking forward to your 'golden' years.
 

Tuesday

Tidbit Tuesday - June 13

Not only is it Tidbit Tuesday, but it's also my baby's 33rd birthday. Not much of a baby, standing at 6'3", but he'll always be my baby.

I share this tidbit from MAN OF HER DREAMS available on AMAZON



Monday

Monday Motivation ~ June 12

 
 

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Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #35

Each week a group of writers join in a friendly type of blog hop where each share from a current WIP (Work In Progress). The trick to this seemingly easy to do blog hop is that you have to share a scintillating passage in just 8 - 10 lines. Ugh... Sometimes impossible to do! If you'd like to check out some other authors who partake in this fun exercise, click HERE.

I've endeavoured to please you again, continuing on with Kitty and Lord George. We've discovered his horse's name is 'Button' (cue the collective 'Awwww') and so - carrying on. Last week we ended with, "Buttons?" ...the horse was a handsome steed, worthy of a name like Zeus, Juno, or Lightning.

"Laugh if you must, I bought him from a friend whose son named the beast. To change it now would confuse him greatly." He placed his hands around her waist and lifted her with ease onto the saddle. She grimaced from the pressure on her ribs and once again he apologized. "Let's get you to your home and then we can send for a doctor."
With that he swung up behind her and she immediately stiffened, arching her body away from his strong, solid one. He slid an arm around her waist, his other hand loose on the reins.
"Relax, Miss Bennet, I've got you."
Clamping down on her teeth, she nodded and allowed her body to relax into his.
"You might want to hold onto my arm, to give you better balance."

There you go. Lord George is sigh worthy... I thought I'd share my inspiration for Lord George.
Yup - none other than Henry Cavill will do
 
 

Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #34

We ended last week with Katherine being carried up the embankment by Lord George and when she tried to stand, her ankle wouldn't hold her weight. To refresh your memories:

"No!" she pulled away from him and almost fell again in pain. This time her ankle refused to hold her weight....

And now the continuation of KATHERINE: Pride & Prejudice continued... Book Two
With lightning fast reflexes, he caught her before she hit the ground.
"We can't ride together, what will people say?"
With his arms firmly wrapped around her, he glanced up and down the road. His eyebrow arched and he grinned. "What people do you see, Miss Bennet?"
"You never know who could come along, no, I'll have to walk."
She pushed lightly against his chest and he allowed them to separate, but kept his hands firmly on her forearms, to steady her balance.
"No," he said, his tone resolute. "I'll walk, you'll ride Buttons."
"Buttons?" She tried not to laugh because it hurt, but the horse was a handsome steed, worthy of name like Zeus, Juno, or Lightning.

There you have it. Until next week, and don't forget to check out other authors who participate in Weekend Writing Warriors: here.

Friday

Friday with Friends ~ Gianna Thomas

Today's guest is Gianna Thomas and she is here to talk about her latest release, Darcy vs Bingley. Make sure you read to the end of the post as there is a lovely surprise awaiting....

Welcome Gianna.
 
About the Book:
What if Fitzwilliam Darcy didn't shun Elizabeth Bennet at the Meryton Assembly? And what if he found that he was dealing with a coup de foudre, love at first sight, of this delightful woman?

However, Caroline Bingley is determined to wed Darcy even if she has to compromise him. Will she succeed? And what kind of havoc will George Wickham create when he appears on the scene?

Join our dear couple in a whirlwind Regency romance that will make you both laugh and sigh as they reach for their 'happily ever after'.



About the Author:
Although a writer of sweet+ Regency romance, Gianna Thomas, a native Texan, doesn’t hesitate to tackle some of the grittier events in life. Even back in Regency times, the world of that day experienced war, hatred, prejudice and crimes against women. And, we even see those things today. It seems that people don’t change.

Romance, especially Regency romance, really appeals to Gianna, and she loves writing about it whether Pride and Prejudice variations with Darcy and Elizabeth or love stories involving dukes and duchesses. And she is a prolific reader of Regency romance as well.

Gianna discovered Pride and Prejudice, and its many variations, what ifs and fan fiction in 2012. She was totally fascinated by the variety of plots that eager authors had utilized. After reading nearly 400 variations and fan fictions, Gianna now has P&P plots running through her head. She finally decided that they needed to be put to paper (today, on the computer), to see how they would develop. She has an absolute ball in writing about Darcy and Elizabeth and is pleased with how things have developed. Her goal will always be to entertain and touch hearts. Hopefully, with her first rendering, ‘Pride and Prejudice: Darcy Chooses,’ she achieved that goal. And with her latest book, ‘Darcy vs Bingley,’ she hopes to touch your funny bone as well.

More recently, Gianna started looking beyond Pride and Prejudice, with her first foray into Regency Romance generally, with ‘The Four Lords’ Saga Series.’ She is finding that she loves all the lords, their ladies, and their families, and writing about them is one of the most fun-filled adventures she’s ever been on. There are four books in the initial series, then there will be other novellas/short stories concerning the lords and their families. There’s nothing better than to read and write about handsome bad boys who change their wicked ways for their ladies. And the four lords fit the bill perfectly. Join the many who will learn why four confirmed bachelors decide, unexpectedly, to seriously consider marriage after escaping parson’s mousetrap for years. You will love the reason why.

And for P&P fans, never fear. There will be more Darcy and Elizabeth as well, mostly in the form of novellas and short stories.
 
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A Message from Gianna
I woke up one morning with an idea for a new Pride and Prejudice variation where Caroline Bingley is determined to wed Fitzwilliam Darcy by hook or crook. However, Darcy is not going to be backed into a corner by a compromise. He fights back, and you will love the set down he gives Miss Bingley.
With this particular book, I wanted a lighter-hearted Darcy instead of one overly weighed down with pride and responsibilities. So, more of the emphasis is on a happier Darcy who has experienced coup de foudre or lightning strike of love at first sight with Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He is in full, happy pursuit of the woman he loves and intends to marry. And if he encounters a little mud along the way, who’s going to worry about that?

Does the title refer to just Caroline Bingley? Keep in mind that there are two Bingley’s at Netherfield Park, so anything can happen.

I had a blast writing this book, especially Caroline’s comeuppance, and hope you read it in the spirit it was written. It is NOT canon. It is meant to be a fun read. Enjoy!

Now, those who comment below have an opportunity to win one of two e-book copies of ‘Darcy vs Bingley’ that I’m giving away.
 
 
 
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Saturday

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #33


Whew! I almost missed this week. For some reason I had a life and didn't even give my story a second thought - read that as in NO words written this week. My bad, but I don't feel guilty. I spent time with family and hubby, so it was productive in a different way. Back to the grindstone next week. No excuses.

Last week we left off with Lord George cradling Kitty in his arms as they stood in a ditch. Creative license used with punctuation...
“There is a natural incline over there.” She pointed to the area where the gully gradually met the road. “If you must carry me, this would make it much easier to gain access. I don’t wish to be a burden.”
“Miss Bennet, you are no burden, I swear you are as light as a feather, but I agree, the access is much easier over there.” He began walking toward the berm and within minutes set her on her feet, holding onto her arms for a few seconds longer until he was sure she wouldn’t collapse.
“I’m fine, Lord George, I’ll be on my way.” She attempted a small curtsy and winced.
“What kind of gentleman do you think I am, allowing an injured female to walk home when I have a perfectly fine horse to carry us?”
"No!" She pulled away from him and almost fell again, as this time her ankle refused to hold her weight.

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