YEAH! It’s release day. I have a love/hate relationship with release days, as I’m sure most authors do. It’s both thrilling and terrifying to send a new story out into the world. And with this release it’s doubling nerve-wracking. First of all it launches a new series for me, the Masquerading Mistresses, a Regency-set series about spies and betrayal and delicious heroes.
Case in point, in NO ORDINARY MISTRESS, you’ll meet Remington AKA Remy who is arrogant and sexy and the very last man that Emma Masterson wants to be assigned to on her most recent assignment. But in order to uncover the identity of a killer, she must masquerade as Remy’s mistress. Here’s a little teaser…
“You will still be on assignment searching for the link between Comfry and the other traitors, not to mention his killer. By working with Remy, he can get you into places that you cannot go yourself.”
“Of all the men in the Seven, why must I work with him?” She didn’t want to be paired up with any man, least of all Remy, who tempted her so and muddled her thoughts and made her wish for all the things she could never have.
“Did you not tell her any of this?” Remy asked.
“No, I thought I’d wait until we were all here together.”
“Coward,” Remy said with another grin.
“Tell me what, precisely?”
“You’ll be posing as my mistress, sweetheart,” Remy said with a lecherous wink.
Emma came to her feet. “I shall do no such thing.” She turned to Harrison. Working with Remy would be bad enough, but pretending to be his mistress? It was intolerable! “There must be another way.”
“We need to make certain you’re protected while we investigate the murder. We can’t afford to pull you from the assignment altogether. You know Comfry’s circumstances and habits better than anyone else. We cannot know if the killer saw you or knew you were there,” Harrison said. “Remy is a qualified spy, Emma. He will take good care of you.”
Her training had taught her how to slow her breathing, gentle her pounding heart, so she could appear in command of her faculties. Inside, though, she stewed in turmoil.
“Indeed.” Remy leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “And I’ve been needing a new mistress.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “You are a pig.” Her fate was sealed.
Did I tell you the best part? NO ORDINARY MISTRESS is only $0.99, so get yours today and fall in love with Remy. Let’s talk about heroes – what are your favorite kinds of heroes?
When I was fourteen years old I was moaning the fact that I would never have a boy friend. It seemed that every time I liked a boy he liked another girl. I was destined to be an old maid.
My mom laughed and sat on my bed and shared a story of what she called her first love, her lost love. I listened as she told me how before she’d met my dad the small Cajun man with laughing eyes and black wavy hair, she had loved a tall blond man that could sing like a professional and when they danced she felt like her feet never touched the floor. They dated under the watchful eyes of my grandmother for almost a year.
My mom was not allowed to go on a date without her mother accompanying them. But it became too much for my mom’s man she loved with all her heart. He asked permission to take her on an afternoon drive, just the two of them. His request was denied. His pride and I guess his honor was questioned. He told mom that he couldn’t do this anymore and that if he wasn’t trusted now he probably never would be so he walked away, saying he would not return but for her to know that he loved her and would never love another.
Broken hearted she moved to New Orleans to live with an Aunt, where she later met my dad, and after a long while they married. Years went by and I was born, and when my grandmother came to help she told my mom that her first love had returned shortly after mom moved to New Orleans, but my grandmother refused to tell him where she’d gone.
Years later she sat next to my dad in the hospital when she heard a familiar voice. She knew without looking up it was him but there he stood in his dress blues, he was now a service man. She said she so wanted to talk to him and have closure, but just then she and my dad were called into the doctors office. He never saw her.
My dad died at the age of fifty-five and my mother came to live with us, many an afternoon she and I would sit on my front porch and she would recount her past, and the stories would almost always turn back to him. She wondered if he’d ever married, if he knew she thought of him? My mom and I decided to look for him, and that we did for years, but every lead turned into a dead end. She died at the age of eighty-four, without closure between she and her first love. But before she died she did find out from her brother, that he had run into the man ten years before and that he’d never married. He told my mom’s brother, the good one had gotten away.
So when I wrote the second book in my Bon Amie Series, SNOW ON MAGNOLIAS, a secondary romance story was born about a young girl and a young soldier, it is one of my favorite parts of this book. Maybe because in my own way I am still trying to give my mom closure.
Have you ever written any personal stories into your books? As a reader do you enjoy knowing the behind the scenes info on the books you read?
Oh by the way that fourteen year old drama queen, did not end up an old maid, I’ve been very happily married to my best friend for 52 years.
Award-winning author, Hattie Mae was born and bred southern, cutting her teeth on cornbread and greens and running barefoot through the canals of her small Louisiana town. So when it came to writing, there was no question as to where to set her books. She’s now writing her fourth book set in Bon Amie, a busy little town nestled in the heart of Cajun country. She’s also published a short story in The Cup Of Comfort For Teachers. The love of books and writing runs in her family, Hattie’s daughter is award-winning historical romance author, Robyn DeHart. When not writing you can usually find her playing with her grandchildren or cooking up some healthy versions of tasty southern fare. She lives in central Texas with her husband and one crazy cat. You can find her online on Facebook, Twitter or via email.
I’ve had the same favorite color my entire life, though the shade has changed some. I’m a May baby and therefore my birthstone is an emerald, I think this is partially where my love affair with green started. But I’m drawn to all things green. People who have been in my house can clearly see this. Been to my website lately? I’ve never been one of those people afraid of color, so when it comes to decorating or clothes or whatever, I’m all about what I like, and well, I like green.
According to this blog, my favoring green says this about me:
The color of harmony and balance, Green symbolizes hope, renewal and peace, and is usually liked by the gentle and sincere. Greens are generally frank, community-minded people, fairly sociable but preferring peace at any price. Green people can be too self-effacing, modest and patient, so they may get exploited by others. They are usually refined, civilized and reputable.
What does your favorite color say about you? Do you surround yourself with the colors you love?
I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about my struggles with Diet Coke here on this blog. I know I have on my Facebook page. I’ve tried to quit so many times, but for one reason or another I never quite made the commitment. Well, I’m happy to report that I have not had a diet soda of any variety since September 2nd. In fact I haven’t had any artificial sweeteners since then.
While I’m very happy and proud of my accomplishment with this, something about it all has really surprised the hell out of me. I knew I had physical addictions to the chemicals in diet coke. Day 3 of my detox (as I fondly call it) I felt so badly I thought I might be physically sick. It was awful, I shook, I was all jittery and cranky. But I had expected it. Things got better after that. Eventually the shakes went away and my headaches disappeared (well the soda-related headaches). But I never realized how emotionally addicted I was to those little cans of bubbly delight.
Most days I do okay, but some days I want one so badly I literally could rip them out of some poor unsuspecting soul’s hand. I’ve even cried – that’s embarrassing to admit, I realize it’s just a beverage. But I miss them. For so long, my diet sodas were my constant companion. I mean I was drinking a lot of them, like upwards of 50-80 ounces a day. Yes, you read that right. But I’ve seriously mourned the demise of diet coke and diet big red and any other variety I would have.
It still seems weird to me to acknowledge this. It’s crazy to think that something so trivial could be so emotionally important to me, but there you have it.
So how about you? Have you ever had something like this that completely took you by surprise? Ever given up something that was really difficult to let go of?
I enjoy reading the Best Of lists at the end of each year. I like knowing people’s thoughts on the best movie, best TV show, person of the year, and, especially, the best books of the year. Most of the time I haven’t seen the movies or the TV shows, but I’ve usually read some of the books.
Here’s a few that stood out to me this year. Since I write historicals, I have to mention four. The first is Robyn DeHart’s The Secrets of Mia Danvers. Jack the Ripper stalks a blind heroine. Just the premise gives me shivers. The book was excellent! Sophie Jordan’s How To Lose a Bride in One Night was also one of my faves—and not just because it’s dedicated to me (but it didn’t hurt). Also read two books that are 2014 releases, but since I read them in 2014, I feel entitled to mention them here.
One is Vanessa Kelly’s Confessions of a Royal Bridegroom, which releases in April. The second is A Kiss of Lies by Bronwen Evans, which releases on the 14th of this month. Both were excellent. I couldn’t believe my good fortune in being provided with early copies. Put them on your buy-lists.
I also read a lot of NA (New Adult) and YA (Young Adult) this year. My friends were reading and writing it, and I found myself wondering what all the conversation was about. First of all, let me say, you do not have to be young to enjoy either of these genres. I’m over forty, and I still find the characters quite appealing. My two favorite NAs were J. Lynn’s Wait for You and Sophie Jordan’s Foreplay. These books had heroes that might teach a Regency gentleman a thing or two.
And while everyone was discussing the Hunger Games movie and the ending of the Divergent series (read both series), I was reading The Razorland series by Ann Aguirre. People, if you haven’t read it and you even sort of liked The Hunger Games or Divergent, you must read it. It’s just as good, if not better, and doesn’t end with the controversy of Allegiant.
I could go on and on. I haven’t even mentioned contemporary, paranormal, or erotic romance, but I don’t feel like I read enough of those genres this year to give recommendations. I need to work on that in 2014.
What were some of your favorite books this past year? What releases are you looking forward to?