Rather to my surprise…
… I have discovered that I am a nominee in the annual DABWAHA extravaganza! No vote begging yet. I am just going to enjoy this news, today, in a very uncomplicated way. The grovelling will come later.
… I have discovered that I am a nominee in the annual DABWAHA extravaganza! No vote begging yet. I am just going to enjoy this news, today, in a very uncomplicated way. The grovelling will come later.
As promised, I’m coming back to the topic of sex and intimacy in romance books, but this time I’m looking at a few recent reads and the stuff in them that I thought was interesting about how the sex scenes worked with the overall story. Time has moved on since my last post, and I am ever
I’ve been musing a lot about sex scenes in romance novels lately. What function they serve. When they’re good and important, and when they’re not important at all, though possibly good – or not. When they just feel superfluous. And in musing about this I’ve noticed stuff in many of my recent reads that relate to this. Initially I planned
I have decided what to write about for my next project and am super excited about it. It’s an old project I set aside when I decided to start writing David and Murdo and very different from my historicals – a UF I suppose. I was in two minds about even looking at the project
I’m excited to share the blurb for the final book in the Enlightenment series along with an excerpt! Blurb Five months ago, David Lauriston was badly hurt helping his friend Elizabeth escape her violent husband. Since then, David has been living with his lover, Lord Murdo Balfour, while he recuperates. Despite the pain of his
The picture above, courtesy of the Scotsman newspaper, is of New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh in 1964, at the Tron on the Royal Mile. When I first came to live in Edinburgh in 1990, this is where everyone gathered at new year – totally spontaneously. Thousands of people, all bringing in the new year together,