Love is worth the risk
My story for the Bluestocking Belles lacks a title and is rather rough, but it is ready for the beta round, or will be with one day’s spiffing up. That done, I had a look at what else lay on my plate and had a moment of panic, and some quick math told me some […]
A bit for WIP Wednesday. I made start on The Forgotten Daughter. A young woman in Manchester has discovered the identity of her natural father. Her siblings need help and she is determined to get it. Meanwhile, Eli Benson is feeling entirely too self satisfied. Two points of clarification. Earlier in the chapter Eli notes […]
That the coaches carrying the Royal Mail in the first half of the 19th century took passengers and were superior to travel by stage coach in a number of ways. They were faster. They stopped for nothing. They even flew through toll gates. They traveled at night Their schedule was strict and predictable They had […]
My still-without-title story for next year’s Bluestocking Belles collection ended with the hero and heroine in a coat closet. With nine other sisters in the house and guests occupying every possible space, they had to meet SOMEwhere. Today it is onward with The Ashmead Heirs. The next up, the Forgotten Daughter and I are becoming […]
I’ve been working on my story for the Bluestocking Belles’ next collection. Here’s a tidbit for WIP Wednesday, grabbed at random from my choppy draft. It appears right after the riot at a lecture on Habeas Corpus. #amwritinghonest *** Doro you idiot. You should have let him accompany you to find Chloe. You should have […]