Should be romantic, huh? Well, not always. In my newest release, Never Resist a Rake, my heroine Rebecca. has been tasked with convincing John Fitzhugh Barrett to return to his family’s county home. Since he’s estranged from his family, he’ll only agree if she’ll give him a kiss. Never one to shy away from a challenge, she takes the bull by the horns.

Or in this case, by the ears!

Excerpt from Never Resist a Rake:

Click to order!Rebecca leaned forward, grabbed him by both ears, and kissed him right on the mouth.

John Fitzhugh Barrett wasn’t going to make a fool of her. No, sir. From all accounts, the new Lord Hartley ran with a fast crowd. He’d no doubt kissed dozens of women.

Fancy women. Loose women. Women whose kisses would turn a man’s knees to water.

Rebecca would show him. A virtuous girl was just as good as a bad girl. Better. She’d kiss him all right. She’d kiss the man into next week.

She pressed her mouth against his with such force, their eye teeth knocked together. No matter. He wasn’t going to think her a missish little thing. She was putting some passion into it.

As much as she knew about passion, at any rate.

He covered her hands with his, encouraging her to loosen her grip on his ears. She uncurled her fingers and slid her hands down to his cheeks.

He groaned into her mouth.

I’m getting good at this.

When he groaned again, there was pain in the sound. Her fingertips were pressing too hard on the skin around his blackened eye.

Botheration! There were so many things to think about all at once. She eased up.

This time his groan was different—pleased and needy all at once. A little feral.

The thrill of danger danced on her spine. Imagining kissing a man was safe. Holy, almost. Kissing a man for real was wicked beyond imagining.

Her imagined kisses were always chaste too. This one was decidedly not. John cupped the back of her head as he teased her lips. She gave up, and he invaded her.

Rebecca never suspected a kiss could be so…so…involving. She had to stop right now. She pulled back and, to her surprise, he let her go.

A wicked part of her was disappointed.

Then her instinct for self-preservation won out. In all her mother’s warnings, a kiss was how “it” started. Whatever “it” was. Somehow, without knowing the particulars, she was expected not to engage in the ruinous activity.

“Rebecca, I—”

“Miss Kearsey.” Her voice was as fluttery as her insides. “Please, my lord. I am Miss Kearsey to you. No more, no less.”

“Oh, you’re more, Rebecca. Much more.”

“I’ll send Mr. Porter to attend you.” Without waiting for a reply, she fled the room.

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My own first kiss was a major disappointment–hurried, furtive and definitely with the wrong guy. How about you? Was your first kiss like Rebecca’s in Never Resist a Rake–a little awkward, but a revelation in a number of ways? Or was it as perfect as the kiss in The Princess Bride? 


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overstuffed suitcaseNope, I’m not moving again. I’m just getting ready to do some traveling soon. We’re planning trips to Corpus Christi (if the heavens stop opening over Texas!), to Keystone, South Dakota, to New York City and to Brainerd, MN before the snow flies again. I confess that I usually wait until the night before we have to leave, frantically do laundry and then throw whatever makes it out of the dryer in time into suitcases.

Not this time.

I decided to become a savvy traveler and plan my packing long before it’s time to hop in the car or on the plane. So I Googled how to do that. Here’s what my search turned up.

A website by a lady who claims to be able to pack for a 3 week trip to London, Amsterdam and Paris in a standard carry-on bag. I kid you not. I was hypnotically fascinated, imagining all the mix-and-match outfits she could pull together with just a few basic pieces. I can see how it might work.

However, if I try to emulate her, I can also see a few problems.

  • To be able to roll up the 15 piece wardrobe “capsule” (plus 3 pairs of shoes and accessories) into a carry on, she must be a size 2! Enough panties, socks and bras alone in my size fills up half of my little roller bag.
  • The cornerstone of her 15 piece plan is re-wearing items. I should tell you that she doesn’t plan to do any laundry other than her “smalls” in the bathroom sink. I can only assume she has no sweat glands. After I’ve worn a top and a pair of capris on a hot summer day in Corpus Christi, they will not be reusable without a wash.
  • My packing guru doesn’t mention toiletries. I suppose I can use the hotel soaps and shampoos. Granted, I can’t pack a 6 step skin care regimen, but if I don’t want to look like a Neanderthal woman in our pictures, I’m going to need some of my basics. Unless my goal is to frighten small children…
  • No electronics! Nowhere does the travel expert mention packing her laptop (which for authors is a must because we never know when the Muse will demand attention.) She didn’t even leave room for a tablet or ereader! Talk about roughing it! 

Well, clearly I’m not going to be able to travel with only a carry on. But the next time I go shopping for clothes (which doesn’t happen often because I am the Anti-Shopper) she’s given me some valuable tips for building my stay at home wardrobe. I really do love her ideas and admire the simplicity of what she’s trying to do.

But I still need the modern equivalent of a steamer trunk.

How about you? Are you a planner when you travel or a see what comes out of the laundry & throw it in a bag sort of gal?

Share your travel and packing tips with us and you’ll be entered to win a copy of Mia’s How To series–3 full length novels packed into 1 book bundle. Winner’s choice of Kindle or Nook formats!

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Mia’s next release hits the bookstore shelves tomorrow, June 2nd!
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Can he fool his new family?
John Fitzhugh Barrett, surprised to learn he is heir to a marquessate, is determined his new status won’t mean giving up his freedom. But as families from all over England descend upon Somerfield Park for the shooting season, their unmarried daughters are lining up to bag the newest trophy buck-him.

Or is he only fooling himself?
John’s instinct for self-preservation inspires him to divide his attentions between a scandalous young widow, and the safely ineligible Rebecca Kearsey, daughter of a destitute baron.

The charade gives John the illusion of controlling the game but when he loses his heart to the beautiful Rebecca, all bets are off.

Claim yours now!

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MiaMarlowe_MaidenSong_200pxI forgot to announce my winner last Sunday. Blame it on the WIP. I’m swimming around in the “Black Moment” right now & my family says I only surface for coffee and when the dog needs out so bad he’s resorted to crossing his little hind legs. Anyway, thanks to everyone who commented on The Voice.

My randomly chosen winner is GirlFromWVA. I’ve sent her an email and she’ll be receiving a digital copy of MAIDENSONG, my debut title.


Every writer has a “voice.” It’s all wrapped up in word choices and how we structure our sentences. Some are dark and brooding. Others are light and quick. It’s like the difference between a tuba and a piccolo.

Of course, before I had a writer’s voice, I had an actual voice. I’m a classically trained soprano. For a while I had a great time singing professional opera. But it wasn’t all fun and games. Once, I fell ill during a run of Mozart’s comedy Cosi Fan Tutte.  My throat felt like raw hamburger. I should have let my understudy take the role of Fiordiligi for final performance, but unless I was flat on my back, I wouldn’t give up a show.

Bad move.

It is said that Mozart hated the soprano who sang Fiordiligi for the opera’s premier and he was trying to kill her with the first aria–Come Scoglio.

I believe it.

The piece is devilishly difficult. It features some of the most challenging runs in the repertoire. The range is extremely wide and jumps of well over an octave are peppered throughout the whole thing. Here’s a YouTube recording of Edita Gruberova (one of my favorites!) singing it:

As you can see, it’s difficult enough to get through when a soprano is healthy and at the top of her game. I was not. My tenor friend told me later that he saw the glint of terror in my eyes as I headed into the first run. But I gave it my all and made it through to the other side with every note and trill intact. The audience went nuts over it. Evidently, terror works.

The next day I woke with no voice at all. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

My DH packed me off to an ENT doctor who specialized in singers. My vocal chords were terribly inflamed and swollen. The doc ordered complete silence for a week. Not even a whisper. I wasn’t even to mentally practice because my chords would be tensing as I “thought” my way through a piece. Then we’d see, he said, if I could avoid having surgery for nodes. 

Nodes on the vocal chords used to be the kiss of death for a singer. I zipped my lips tight.

A vow of silence is ok if you’re in a monastery. I was a mom with two kids under the age of 5. Once the DH went off to work for the day, I was unable to communicate with my girls. They knew what was up, of course, but it was still weird for them to a have a mommy who couldn’t talk. I tried hand gestures. They stopped talking and made gestures back. Neither side knew what the other was trying to say most of the time. Still, we muddled through the week and when I returned to the doctor, I was given the green light to speak and sing once more.

No surgery, thank God.

Fast forward to today. I should preface this by saying I’m incredibly ignorant about popular culture, but I’m still on the look out for voices that speak to me. A few weeks ago, I heard an astounding singer on the radio. The song was passionate and heart-breaking. The artist showed amazing range and depth of feeling. He was in full possession of his vocal instrument. 

It was Sam Smith and the song was Lay Me Down. (See? I told you I was popular-culture stupid.) I became an instant fan.

See why I was so blown away?

And why I’m so sad to hear that Sam needs surgery for a vocal chord hemorrhage.  I’m hopeful for him though, because surgical techniques have improved so much since I was threatened with it. But I’ll still be praying for him. I really want to hear more from this talented guy.

How about you? Do you have a favorite singer? A favorite song? Share and you’ll be entered in a drawing for a digital copy of Maidensong, (my debut title) in winner’s choice of Kindle or Nook format.

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Mia’s next release hits the bookstore shelves on June 2nd! Pre-order yours today!

Never+Resist+a+Rake-Final

Can he fool his new family?
John Fitzhugh Barrett, surprised to learn he is heir to a marquessate, is determined his new status won’t mean giving up his freedom. But as families from all over England descend upon Somerfield Park for the shooting season, their unmarried daughters are lining up to bag the newest trophy buck-him.

Or is he only fooling himself?
John’s instinct for self-preservation inspires him to divide his attentions between a scandalous young widow, and the safely ineligible Rebecca Kearsey, daughter of a destitute baron.

The charade gives John the illusion of controlling the game but when he loses his heart to the beautiful Rebecca, all bets are off.

Claim yours now!

Amazon | B & N | BookDepository | Powells | IndieBound

 


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Everyone has their own thoughts on what constitutes the Queen Mother of all swear words. My DH says the phrase is: “SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED.”

Our treadmill gave up the ghost recently. Yeah, I know. It’s hard to believe we actually wore one out, but we managed it somehow. Anyway since we still have miles to go before we pronounce ourselves fit, we bought a new treadmill.

To save money, we opted for one delivered in pieces. In retrospect, it wasn’t our finest decision.

Treadmill1

 As you can see, even Mack (our ever helpful terrier) seems dubious about the project. The first step on the directions required us to unpack everything and move the boxes to another room. However, we were cautioned strongly against throwing anything away at this point. Either they feared we might accidentally toss something important or they realized we might decide to box the whole kit and kaboodle back up and send it packing.

Treadmill2

Fortunately, my DH is a patient guy. Well, he would be, wouldn’t he? After all, he married me. He’s the methodical sort, a techno-wizard who can make a computer dance and sing. I’ve always done best in subjects where the answer is a matter of opinion so during this project, I was on hand for moral support.

And to keep the dogs out of the way.

Treadmill3

Of course, my DH insists that an intelligent man should be able to figure out two or three good ways to put anything together. However, as a last resort, he’s not above consulting the directions.

treadmill4

In the end, the DH got the treadmill together. It even works. And he didn’t have too many pieces left over. That counts as a win.

How about you? Do you enjoy putting things together? Or are you, like me, all thumbs?

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Mia’s Never Resist a Rake received 4 1/2 STARS from RTBOOKReveiws

Never+Resist+a+Rake-FinalMarlowe’s delightful tale is replete with unexpected characters, a wonderful romance and a page-turning plot. Marlowe cleverly turns a rascal into a hero readers will adore, while adding a depth of emotion that will touch their hearts.”

Can he fool his new family?
John Fitzhugh Barrett, surprised to learn he is heir to a marquessate, is determined his new status won’t mean giving up his freedom. But as families from all over England descend upon Somerfield Park for the shooting season, their unmarried daughters are lining up to bag the newest trophy buck-him.

Or is he only fooling himself?
John’s instinct for self-preservation inspires him to divide his attentions between a scandalous young widow, and the safely ineligible Rebecca Kearsey, daughter of a destitute baron.

The charade gives John the illusion of controlling the game but when he loses his heart to the beautiful Rebecca, all bets are off.

Pre-order your copy today! 

Amazon | B & N | BookDepository | Powells | IndieBound

 


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