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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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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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 day closer to retirement. Whoo Hoo!

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


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


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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



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.

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



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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Friday with Friends ~ Christina Lorenzen

Welcome, Christina Lorenzen, who is here to talk about her newest release, Healing Seas.

In just a matter of days, Addie Mayfield's life is upended. Through an arrangement her father makes, she sets sail on the RMS Titanic as governess to the two young Fairchild children. When tragedy strikes, she finds herself rescued alongside strangers on the RMS Carpathia, headed for New York City. Far from home, she is taken in by the O'Reilly family to wait for her family to send for her. With no money for her passage home, she's brought to the small hamlet of Montauk to become a caretaker for a great aunt she has never met.

Captain Frank Shea is man without a ship. Removed from duty as captain of the RMS Morrow, he's come to Montauk to recover from a leg injuty. More painful than the injury is his fall from grace after spending his entire life at sea. The ocean was his home and he has never needed anyone. Now faced with an uncertain future, he's desperate for a way back to the sea. Until he meets Addie Mayfield, a woman who is just as lost as he is.

Can these two people find hope for the future after all they've lost? Can an unexpected love heal two broken souls?
"Yes, then Aunt Tillie." She stood awkwardly, the weight of the bulky coat tugging her down on one side.
The woman shook her head and patted the sea of blankets.
"Please, come sit down. Let me get to know you. I haven't seen my nephew in more than thirty years. I know I have never seen you."
Addie sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, not sure where the woman's small body was underneath the blankets.
"Yes, that's what my father and mother told me. I...I want to thank you for having me here."
"Oh, well, we'll see about that thank you later on. Your father informed me you were heading off to be some fancy governess for some fancy family. You'll find no fancy here, Adelaide. I need someone who can get things in order while I'm recovering from the influenza." She stopped speaking and stared at Addie, as if deciding on how to further proceed.
"Yes, I understand. I don't need fancy, ma’am...Aunt Tillie. I'm happy to have a place to stay until my parents can send for me."
"Yes, well then, that what they call you?" She stopped and waited.
"Uh, no, it's Addie."
"Well, then, Addie, as I was going to say, it looks like we'll both be recuperating one way or another." Her bright eyes darkened for a moment. "I'm glad that you made it through such a horrendous disaster. I understand the family you were employed with was not as fortunate."
Addie felt a cloud of heat surround her face. The familiar funny feeling spread from head to toe. She did not want to talk about the ship sinking, the sounds of screaming people, the smell of the ocean slowly swallowing them.
"Yes, that is true." In an effort to change the subject, she looked around the small bedroom. "Is there anything I can get you right now?"
Aunt Tillie eyed her and nodded, seeming to understand Addie's need to escape the subject. "Well, a cup of tea would be lovely. You'll find a few supplies in the kitchen that the church ladies dropped off earlier in the week. I trust you know your way around the kitchen?"
Christina started writing as a young teen, jotting stories in wire ring composition notebooks. Her first typewriter made it faster to get all those stories out of her head and down on paper. Her love of writing has sustained her through a myriad of jobs that included hairdresser, legal secretary, waitress and door-­to-‑door saleswoman.

Luckily for her, writing proved to be successful and a lot less walking than going door to door. Healing Seas, her first historical romance, is Christina's fifth book. She is also the author of A Husband for Danna, its sequel, A Wife for Humphrey, Snow Globe Reunion and Harvest Blessings. She is busy working on a modern retelling of the classic tale, Rapunzel. When she isn't writing or reading, she can be found walking her dog, talking to her herd of cats and spending time with her family.

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Wordless Wednesday #1

Craigdarroch Castle

Craigdarroch Castle is a definitively Victorian experience, the home of industrialist Robert Dunsmuir, a Scottish immigrant who made his fortune from Vancouver Island coal.

This legendary Victorian mansion, built between 1887 and 1890 on a hill overlooking the City of Victoria, has four floors of exquisite stained glass windows, intricate woodwork and fabulous Victorian-era furnishings.

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We left off with poor Kitty sitting in the bottom of the ditch, covered by mud and weeds. Not the best way to meet a young man, even if he was the one that forced you into said ditch.
He slipped and slid closer and with a perfunctory ‘Sorry’, cradled her in his arms and lifted. She clenched her jaw tight and tried to not cry out, but couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping.
“I’m truly sorry, Miss Bennet. I wouldn’t blame your father if he called for a public flogging because of my recklessness.”
“No worries, Lord George,” she panted out in quick breaths. “Father isn’t bothered by much. Mama wore him down years ago.”
She thought she heard him chuckle and dared to glance up at his face, which was achingly close now that he held her in his arms. She noted a firm chin and full mouth, which was most definitely curved in a smile at her comment. Before he caught her staring, she fixed her eyes on the ditch they stood in.
Well, I made it under the ten line limit without resorting to creative punctuation. Yea me!

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A word of truth this Monday.

I pray everyday for God to forgive my sins. Sometimes I get angry, say words that hurt and need the Lord to forgive me. This does not impugn me from asking forgiveness from the one I wronged - I absolutely have to ask their forgiveness, but I have the blessed assurance that if I humble myself before the Lord, He is faithful to forgive.

Don't let anyone tell you different. God's word is immutable and He cannot lie. His word states that if we ask for forgiveness, He will grant it. 'Nuff said.



Poor Kitty, taking a tumble into the ditch. Shall we see who the careless rider was? We ended last week with: 'She raised her hand, but when he went to pull her toward him, she cried out at the sharp pain in her side.'

And now, to continue:
"You're injured!"
"I'm not sure," she managed to breathe out and clutched her right side where the pain still radiated.
She finally glanced up at the rider, gasping at the sight of Lord George Kerr, brother of Lord Nathan who was to marry Miss Caroline Bingley in a few short months. She and Lord George met briefly at her sister's wedding breakfast, their conversation lasting only a few short minutes before she'd been called away by Mama.
"Miss Bennet!" He seemed equally surprised. "I'm so sorry for having caused you such undue pain, allow me carry you up this embankment."
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She'd been giddy about the small attention she received from him last November and for months painted a romantic dream around his dark, good looks and storm colored eyes. Now, the fantasy presented itself in living color and she was mortified to be covered in mud and weeds, through no fault of her own.
Oh dear...what now?

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Friday 56 #2

This Friday 56 is coming from my novel CAROLINE.

Charles Bingley has come across his sister, Caroline, sobbing in the drawing room and supplied her with a linen cloth for the second time in the space of a few days. They are leaving to visit the Miss Bennet's who are staying with their Aunt and Uncle in Cheapside.
"You are forever supplying me with dry cloths. I've become a regular water fountain these past few weeks."
"That's me, Steward of the Linen Cupboard," he teased. "Now...move your body in the general direction of the front door. I am leaving in ten minutes."
"Are we not waiting for Louisa?"
"She's indisposed again and has taken to her bed. Let us be off."
"Please allow me to freshen up first."
"Ten minutes, Caroline. I won't wait a minute longer," he threatened in a teasing voice, and brought out his pocket watch, tapping the face of it.
She smiled and hurried from the room. There was one thing she wished to take and give to Jane. It was an heirloom that had been passed down to Bingley brides for generations and would satisfy the 'something borrowed' part of the traditional, 'Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue'.
An hour later saw Caroline seated in the front parlor of the Gardiner's residence on Gracechurch Street. Her memory of the room had been it was much too small to entertain guests, and the miniscule salon hadn't improved with two more bodies added to the venue. It also didn't help her temperament that she was seated directly across from Miss Elizabeth Bennet and her Aunt Gardiner whom she recognized from Pemberley. Miss Jane and Charles were on the settee opposite them and Mr. Gardiner reclined by the crackling fireplace, a mug of cocoa in his hand.



Creative license used with punctuation and over usage of commas in order to comply with the 8-10 line rule. :)

Finally, Lord George and Katherine meet again, although not in a good way.
Kitty turned onto the road that led to Longbourn, traversing the small slope immediately following when she heard thunderous hooves pounding from behind. Before she could move out of the way, a horse and rider nearly ran her down, jumping over her body at the last minute. Startled, she screamed and tumbled into the ditch.
Arms flailing helplessly, she rolled once and came to a soggy stop at the bottom of the shallow gully and with shaking hands pushed her bonnet back off her face and took a few precious seconds to gather her wits. Nothing was broken, that she could tell, and her heart raced along as though she’d run all the way home from Lucas Lodge. She heard the rustling of grass as the rider of the horse slipped down the embankment toward her.
“Are you hurt?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice and tears threatened to overflow onto her cheeks with the realization of how perilously close she’d come to being injured, or killed.
“Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
She raised her hand, but when he went to pull her toward him, she cried out at the sharp pain in her side.
Poor George. Not the best way to reacquaint himself with a girl that sparked his interest a few months ago. I guess we'll wait and see if he redeems himself.

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Friday 56 #1

Welcome to Friday 56, where you go to page fifty-six of either a work in progress, or one of your published works and share a scene or the whole darn page, like I did with this scene from Man of Her Dreams:
Yeah, she'd want the white picket fence and all the trimmings. She may not realize it, but she was a future PTA mom and would be good at it.
He opened the door and threw his keys into a bowl on the table. His cell phone vibrated and he glanced at the call display. Briefly he toyed with the idea of not answering, but Daran usually didn't call this late.
"Hey, Daran, what's up?"
"First off, the pages look great."
Unease coiled down his back when a long pause followed. "Why do I feel like the axe is about to fall?"
"How soon can you be in New York?"
"What do you mean, how soon?"
"Like tomorrow morning? Say five a.m."
"What?" He visualized Daran pacing the floor.
"I've snagged you a slot on Good Morning America and they're going to feature 'Nowhere to Hide', but it's a last-minute cancellation, and you have to be here for tomorrow morning.
They spent the next few minutes discussing itinerary and Daran forwarded him details for his boarding pass. Not only had Daran gotten him on Good Morning America, but he'd also arranged appearances on two or three talk shows while in New York. In frustration he realized he'd be gone about four day.
He should have kissed her.

Making it in a man’s world as a home renovation expert is tough, but Lindsay Swanson’s up for the job, leaving no time for family and friends, let alone any kind of social life.
Jared Kane moved to Ravenwood for some much needed peace and quiet to finish his next book, which is hard to do when he’s hired his sexy neighbor to renovate his kitchen.
Then Lindsay overhears Jared talking about her notebook. A notebook wherein she and her BFF – after one too many bad dates and one too many glasses wine – concocted a checklist of the perfect guy. Is Jared the real deal, or has he been molding himself into the man of her dreams to get past her defenses?




Welcome to my weekly post. I've been sharing from my current WIP, KATHERINE: Pride & Prejudice continued...Book Two. So far we know that Lord George is a spy for the Crown. He and Madame Reauchard handily dispatched the two thugs who sought to steal important documents smuggled from France and Lord Grayson from the War Office believes George's identity has been compromised and has released him from his duties as a spy for King and Country. George is hoping Lord Grayson will be discreet with his enquiries. Spies had a tendency to hide. He should know – he’d been hiding in plain sight for almost five years. what?

I was going to introduce George's love interest, Miss Katherine Bennet, but I feel there's an important scene between George and his brother which must take place first. This scene takes place at White's. Viscount Stanhope, whom we met in CAROLINE and did not like - not one bit - is passing by the table where George and his brother Max, the Duke of Adborough are seated.
“Stanhope,” Max murmured as Lord Herbert walked past their table. The Viscount acknowledged George with barely a polite nod and a slight sneer.
“He’s a sorry piece of humanity,” Max grumbled once Stanhope was out of hearing. “I once told Nathan he had the intelligence of a potato.”
“How insulting to the potato. Never mind him, at least he was polite, usually he calls me…” George’s gaze narrowed and he assessed Viscount Stanhope moving toward the gaming rooms.
“What does he call you?”
“…a prancing dandy.”

The plot thickens....

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I promise the cute/meet between Kitty and George is around the corner. Thank you for visiting and have a blessed day. Remember to hug someone you love.


Hello again. Poor Lord George. He does not want to become another useless Peer of the Realm. Fortunately, his mentor and boss, Lord Grayson, has some timely advice.
“You do yourself a disservice, Lord Kerr. Your family name has a proud history and the ton does not know you were working for the Crown. You are their golden boy who sowed more than his share of wild oats. Continue on with your life, find a pretty girl and get married. It would make your brother the Duke a happy man if you settled down.”
Memories of dark curls caressing creamy shoulders and soft brown eyes gazing up at him popped into his mind. Why would Miss Katherine Bennet make an appearance in his imaginings? Their conversation during Mr. Darcy’s wedding breakfast lasted only a few minutes, but he’d felt a tug at the shy smile and becoming blush which stained her cheeks.
He turned to face Lord Grayson.
“My brothers would be more than ecstatic if I joined Nathan in marital bliss, but unfortunately, I played the part of a Rake so well all the dear mamma’s hide their daughters when I enter the ballroom.”
Next post we'll catch a glimpse of the story's heroine and in the next few posts George and Katherine's 'cute/meet' will unfold. Stay tuned....

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Friday With Friends #8

Newly single food critic and newspaper reporter Traci Hightower is done with dating. After the man of her dreams left her at the altar on their wedding day and ran off with the woman she thought was her best friend, Traci resolves to focus on work and resigns herself to being a bachelorette for life.  

Marc Roberts is a political reporter who is known as Mr. Nice Guy, the one who always finishes last. However, Marc’s compassion and kindness is of invaluable help to his newly widowed sister Gina Braxton who is trying to raise her two kids in the wake of her firefighter husband’s death.  

Traci and Marc may be the perfect match, but they don’t know it yet. With God’s guidance and the help of Gina’s matchmaking skills honed by her career as a bestselling romance novelist, there is hope for a happily ever after for these two broken hearts.

Alexis A. Goring is an inspirational romance author, freelance writer, reporter, photographer and proof reader. Writing is her passion. She loves the arts! Her goal is to heal hearts and minds in a way all audiences can afford – through the arts. She wants to educate, inform, and inspire people through her passion and creativity.

Alexis holds a B.A. in Print Journalism. She’s put her degree to work in various capacities. She reports for newspapers like The Prince George's Sentinel. She's written stories for national magazines like The CRISIS as well as religious publications like The VISITOR and Adventist Review. She's a seasoned proofreader and photographer. She spent five years as the Growing Up columnist for a faith-based publication called Collegiate Quarterly (CQ). She is the founder of a Christian lifestyle blog called, "God is Love."



Welcome all and sundry to my weekly post from KATHERINE: Pride & Prejudice continued...Book Two. As much as we liked the banter back and forth between Lord George and Madame Reauchard, alas it has come to an end. I might bring her back into the book later on, or maybe write her own story. I mean, why was she formerly known as Countess Anstruther, but is now Madame Reauchard? Also, what was she doing in France and how did she meet Lord George Kerr?

You know what happens when we ask who, what, where, why and when questions, right? Plot bunnies begin to hop around in our brains. Anyway, Lord Kerr has been told he's useless by Lord Grayson, who'd imperiously peered at him over his glasses. And we continue...

Creative punctuations was used to comply with that dreaded 10 line limit.
"I'd like to know who sent those men." George sat in the chair directly in front of Lord Grayson's desk, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his index finger rhythmically rubbing his lower lip. A childhood habit indicating he was deep in thought.
"Who knows." Lord Grayson removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "At times I think there are more people working for Boney in England than in France. Money can turn even the most patriotic away from their King, even our own Prime Minister was assassinated."
"Nasty business, that and I'm still not convinced there wasn't a conspiracy." George rose to his feet and paced to the window, clasping his hands behind his back. "So, what am I to do now, become another useless Peer of the Realm?"
So, there you are. George is awash, not sure what to do. Do you think it's time we introduce his future love interest? Stay tuned.

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Tidbit Tuesday - April 11

Welcome to my Tuesday Tidbit with a small snippet from my W.I.P., Katherine. Here we are introduced to Katherine (Kitty) Bennet, coming home from Lucas Lodge.
She’d turned onto the road that led to Longbourn, traversing the small slope immediately following when she heard thunderous hooves pounding from behind. Before she could move out of the way, a horse and rider nearly ran her down, jumping over her body at the last minute. Startled, she screamed and tumbled into the ditch.

Arms flailing helplessly, she rolled once and came to a soggy stop at the bottom of the shallow gully. With shaking hands she pushed her bonnet back off her face and took a few precious seconds to gather her wits. Nothing was broken, that she could tell, and her heart raced along as though she’d run all the way home from Lucas Lodge. She heard the rustling of grass as the rider of the horse slipped down the embankment toward her.

“Are you hurt?”