In The Spotlight: Caroline Warfield’s Roses in Picardy (part of the Never Too Late box set)

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It’s time for a spotlight post! This time it’s for Caroline Warfield’s Roses in Picardy which is part of an interesting box set called Never Too Late. Keep reading for info on her story and the box set plus some amazing pictures.

We are currently in the centennial of The Great War, the war to end all wars, that sad failure that led to a Second World War and endless conflict in the Middle East. Caroline Warfield presents a story of light in the midst of despair set in 1916. When hope begins to flicker out, love still catches fire. It is never too late.

On a trip to Amiens a few years ago I fell in love with les hortillonnages, the city’s famous “floating islands” along the river that generations used as the garden basket of the city, growing vegetables and flowers on little plots, set in a maze of canals, many dotted with colorfully painted cottages. A leisurely cruise through them with Amien’s massive medieval cathedral visible in the distance filled me with peace. That horrific battles had been fought nearby seemed unreal.

Photos of the battle scarred Valley of the Somme in 1916 show trees stripped of leaves or any sign of life, men coated with mud, war machines of all kinds, and endless trenches. Yet, a few miles away lay the city of Amiens, it’s great cathedral enshrouded in sandbags, and its floating islands. How could a soldier who stumbled out of the trenches fail to be drawn to les hortillonnages?

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Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

Blurb

After two years at war, Harry is out of metaphors for death, synonyms for brown and images for darkness. Color among the floating islands of Amiens and life in the form of a widow and her little sin surprise him with hope.

Rosemarie Legrand’s husband died, leaving her a tiny son, no money, and a savaged reputation. She struggles to simply feed the boy and has little to offer a lonely soldier.

 

Excerpt

A blast of wind sent an icy draft against the back of her neck. Their cottage, like most of those in les hortillonnages, was never built to withstand winter winds. It had been her father’s summer garden, a place of refuge from the city in hot weather. Poor Papa, long gone now. He used tiny the woodstove on the occasional cool evening. Rosemarie needed it constantly as the weather turned nasty.

Marcel sat on a rug protected from the stove by their kitchen table, overturned to serve as a barricade while she cleaned their dishes. Their aging hens had presented her with extra eggs as a Christmas gift, and he had eaten his enthusiastically. Another went into a tiny cake. She had no butter for it, but she had saved her last bit of sugar in anticipation. Marcel loved it.

The boy seemed to respect the barricade, but she knew better than to turn away for long. She suspected he would spend much of the winter tied to his chair to protect him from both falls and the hot stove.

The little boy waved the sheep at her. “Sheep,” he said, pulling himself to his feet and pointing to the crèche Rosemarie had arranged on a trunk in the far corner.

The figures were plain; her father had carved them from dark wood and left them unpainted, but they were dear to Rosemarie. She knelt with him in front of it, and he immediately pointed to the mother. Naming the figures had become a favorite game.

Mar’,” he said.

Yes. Marie,” Rosemarie told him. “And this?”

‘osif,” he said.

So it went through the figures.

am’l,” he said, naming the kings’ camel. He turned to the other side. “Sheep,” he said, handing over the one in his hand. She put it at the feet of one of the shepherds. He pointed to the little figure. “’arry,” he said.

Yes,” she whispered. “Harry.”

She had given up trying to get him to say shepherd. The straw sheep had been his Christmas gift, presented after supper. That and warm mittens were all she had to give. The boy seemed happy enough, and his joy was her gift.

Shall we tell the story?” she asked.

He nodded solemnly and raised his arms to be carried.

She righted the table with one hand holding Marcel on her other hip, brought the lantern to the table, and removed Harry’s Bible from the windowsill. Rosemarie couldn’t read English, but that didn’t matter. An artist blessed this edition with ink drawings, and Rosemarie knew the stories that went with each. The stories and the drawings together enchanted her son. She snuggled Marcel close and pulled the Bible over, opening it to Luke. A series of drawings preceded the gospel.

Look at the angels, Marcel. Tonight is a night for angels.”

Sheep.”

Yes, the angels are singing to the shepherds and their sheep,” she told him. “When the Christ child was born, angels appeared to—”

Knocking on their door made her heart pound; she gasped and grabbed her son so tightly he yelped his indignation. She surged to her feet.

Who is there?” she shouted through the wood, one hand on her heart.

Pere Noel,” a familiar voice replied.

An angel…

Character Bio: Henry Randolph Wheatly

Henry Randolph Wheatly answers to nothing but Harry. His quiet Calgary parents gave him Character; his grandparents gave him joy when he ran free on their Saskatchewan farm. At twenty, heartsick over a self-centered girl, he left university to enlist. In two the two years since, he has survived the Battle of the Somme and the hell of the trenches, and is set to endure more of the same.

Character Bio: Rosemarie Jacques

The only joy Rosemarie Jacques had from her marriage to Raoul Legrand was the sone she finally bore ten years after the dark day they married. When Raoul went to war, it was a relief. His death might have set her free, if he had not died with lies on his lips, leaving her a legacy of disgrace and shame. Living hand-to-mouth on a tiny island in the hortillonages of Amiens, she does her best to endure.

About Caroline Warfield

Caroline Warfield has been many things. Now retired to the urban wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania, she divides her time between writing and seeking adventures with her grandbuddy and the prince among men she married. Her new series sends the children of the heroes of her earlier books to seek their own happiness in the far-flung corners of the British Empire.

 

Here is a picture of the stripped trees along the Somme in 1916, Caroline’s own pictures of les hortillonnages (the floating islands), and a vintage 1920 postcard.

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Never Too Late by Bluestocking Belles

Eight original stories on a single troupe set across eight centuries. It is never too late for love.

Blurb

Eight authors and eight different takes on four dramatic elements selected by our readers-an older heroine, a wise man, a bible, and a compromising situation that isn’t.

Set in a variety of locations around the world over eight centuries, welcome to the romance of the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 Holiday and More Anthology.

It’s Never Too Late to find love.

25% of proceeds benefit the Malala Fund.

The Stories of Never Too Late

1181 The Piper’s Lady by Sherry Ewing

True love binds them. Deceit divides them. Will they choose love?

1358

Her Wounded Heart by Nicole Zoltack

A solitary widow, a landless, knight, and a crumbling castle.

1645
A Year Without Christmas by Jessica Cale

An earl and his housekeeper face their feelings for one another in the midst of the English Civil War.
1795

The Night of the Feast by Elizabeth Ellen Carter

One night to risk it all in the midst of the French Revolution.
1814

The Umbrella Cronicles: George & Dorothea’s Story by Amy Quinton

The Umbrella Strikes Again: St. Vincent’s downfall (aka betrothal) is assured.

1814

A Malicious Rumor by Susana Ellis

A harmonious duo is better than two lonely solos for a violinist and a lady gardener.
1886

Forged in Fire by Jude Knight

Forged in volcanic fore, their love will create them anew.
1916

Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

The Bluestocking Belles

The Bluestocking Belles (the “BellesInBlue”) are eight very different writers united by a love of history and a history of writing about love. From sweet to steamy, from light-hearted fun to dark tortured tales full of angst, from London ballrooms to country cottages to the sultan’s seraglio, one or more of us will have a tale to suit your tastes and mood.

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In The Spotlight: Jude Knight’s A Raging Madness

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I’m delighted to have Jude Knight and her book A Raging Madness in the spotlight today! I loved this book and I’m excited to share an excerpt, paintings of how she pictured Alex and Ella, and a giveaway from Jude Knight! Links will be below for you get your own copy.

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Genre: Regency romance, historical romance, historical suspense,
Regency noir, gothic

Heat Rating: PG-13 

ISBN: 9780473393670

Page count: 382 pages on Kindle

Publication date: 9 May 2017

Buy Links:

 Jude Knight’s book page

Smashwords

iBooks

Barnes and Noble

Amazon US

 

A Raging Madness

Their marriage is a fiction. Their enemies are all too real.

Blurb

Ella survived an abusive and philandering husband, in-laws who hate her, and public scorn. But she’s not sure she will survive love. It is too late to guard her heart from the man forced to pretend he has married such a disreputable widow, but at least she will not burden him with feelings he can never return.

Alex understands his supposed wife never wishes to remarry. And if she had chosen to wed, it would not have been to him. He should have wooed her when he was whole, when he could have had her love, not her pity. But it is too late now. She looks at him and sees a broken man. Perhaps she will learn to bear him. 

In their masquerade of a marriage, Ella and Alex soon discover they are more well-matched than they expected. But then the couple’s blossoming trust is ripped apart by a malicious enemy. Two lost souls must together face the demons of their past to save their lives and give their love a future.

Excerpt

That’s a marvellous idea, Ella,” Alex said. “And I would not need to beg from Rede. I have money of my own. They paid me for being a human pincushion in the stead of my Distinguished Personage. They would have preferred me to die, I think, since a posthumous medal would have been cheaper, but I pleased myself instead of them, and so they gave me a reward. I have a good sum invested, and it is growing larger thanks to my cousin’s gift for making money.”

The sound was Alex shifting and dropping to the floor. Before she was aware of his intent, he was bending over her. Perhaps he meant to kiss her cheek, but she had turned her face towards the sound of his movement, and his lips dropped on her mouth, paused, and then moulded themselves to hers.

She had been right to be afraid. One touch of his lips and she burned for more, shifting to allow him better access, opening her mouth to welcome his invading tongue. No. Not invading; no conquering assault to batter down her defences, but a long-awaited and cherished caress that set her aflame, so she moaned and locked her hands behind his head to prevent his escape, and he stretched above her on the narrow bed and placed his own hands gently either side of her face.

Ella,” he said, into her open mouth, and crushed his lips to her again before she could speak, though what would she say? Alex? Yes? Stop?

He was aroused. Though he took most of his weight on his elbows and his knees, still the length of him poked into her belly. If she shifted, even a little, it would rub the place that burned. Only the cotton of her shift and his shirt kept them apart, and all the good reasons for not lifting both garments out of the way had melted in the heat of his kiss.

Thoughts scattered. She pushed herself up against him, her nipples so hard the cotton hurt, and it was a good hurt, like the burning he both relieved and heightened as he rubbed his male organ against her, setting her squirming and moaning.

Suddenly he moved, sliding down the bed to nudge her shift sideways down one arm, freeing one breast, and seizing on the nipple with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.

She moaned again, helpless to keep the sound from escaping, as he used one hand to tease the other nipple, and the other to gather the hem of her shift until her woman’s place was uncovered, and his hand was doing delicious things that narrowed her world to him. To Alex, and his hands and mouth and body, and what was happening to hers.

Alex tensed suddenly and raised his head, his hands stilling. Ella suppressed a whimper, caught and subdued the involuntary movement to draw him back, surfaced from the sea of sensation, and finally heard what he had heard. Voices, speaking low. Footsteps. The soft clap of a hand on the roof of the cabin—Jonno’s nightly salute, too soft to wake them but a signal they heard more evenings than not.

Jonno and the O’Haras were back from the tavern, and the spell was broken.

Ella and Alex

Meet Jude Knight

Jude KnightJude Knight’s writing goal is to transport readers to another time, another place, where they can enjoy adventure and romance, thrill to trials and challenges, uncover secrets and solve mysteries, delight in a happy ending, and return from their virtual holiday refreshed and ready for anything.

She writes historical novels, novellas, and short stories, mostly set in the early 19th Century. She writes strong determined heroines, heroes who can appreciate a clever capable woman, villains you’ll love to loathe, and all with a leavening of humour.

Website and blog Facebook | Twitter |Pinterest | SmashwordsGoodreads | Amazon author page Email: jude@judeknightauthor.com

Giveaway!

Free ecopy of each of the other Redepenning stories to a random commenter: Candle’s Christmas Chair and Gingerbread Bride (novellas) and Farewell to Kindness.

In The Spotlight: Caroline Warfield’s The Reluctant Wife

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Today I am excited to be spotlighting The Reluctant Wife by Caroline Warfield! This is an exciting series and I can’t wait to read it. Below you will find info about the book and an excerpt from the book.

Launch Day!

Caroline Warfield is over the moon to finally be able to release The Reluctant Wife into the wild.
This sweeping story carries readers from the edge of Bengal to Calcutta to the Suez and across the desert, to rural England while two people stumble into love in spite of themselves. The hero, a clueless male with more honor than sense, never stops trying to do the right thing. Imagine his shock when he realizes people actually depend on him! The heroine is a courageous wounded duck with more love bottled up than she finds comfortable. Along the way it features a meteor shower, a tragic asassination, colonial officials, steamboats, narrow minded officers’ wives, herbal remedies, a desert bivouac, a court martial, interfering relatives, a horrific fire, and camels. The self important villain, rotten to the core, makes the hero miserable in both India and England, until the hero brings him down—with a little help from family—in the end. And last but not least, it features two charming children, one a precocius little girl who pushes the hero to do what is right even when he is confused about what that is.

The author dedicts this one to her father, the constant soldier, who understood duty and loyalty as few people do.
Thank you for joining the celebration. Tell us about your favorite story elements. Caroline will give a kindle copy of The Renegade Wife, Book 1 in the series, to one person who comments.
She is also sponsoring a grand prize in celebration of her release. You can enter it here: http://www.carolinewarfield.com/2017blogtourpackage/ The prequel to this series, A Dangerous Nativity, is always **FREE**. You can get a copy here: http://www.carolinewarfield.com/bookshelf/a-dangerous-nativity-1815/

The Reluctant Wife

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Genre: Pre Victorian, Historical Romance Heat rating: 3 of 5 (two brief -mild- sexual encounters)

ISBN: 978-1-61935-349-9 ASIN: B06Y4BGMX1 Page count: 275 pages

Pub date: April 26, 2017

Children of Empire

Three cousins, torn apart by lies and deceit and driven to the far reaches of the empire, struggle to find their way home.

Book 2

When all else fails, love succeeds…

Captain Fred Wheatly’s comfortable life on the fringes of Bengal comes crashing down around him when his mistress dies, leaving him with two children he never expected to have to raise. When he chooses justice over army regulations, he’s forced to resign his position, leaving him with no way to support his unexpected family. He’s already had enough failures in his life. The last thing he needs is an attractive, interfering woman bedeviling his steps, reminding him of his duties.

All widowed Clare Armbruster needs is her brother’s signature on a legal document to be free of her past. After a failed marriage, and still mourning the loss of a child, she’s had it up to her ears with the assumptions she doesn’t know how to take care of herself, that what she needs is a husband. She certainly doesn’t need a great lout of a captain who can’t figure out what to do with his daughters. If only the frightened little girls didn’t need her help so badly.

Clare has made mistakes in the past. Can she trust Fred now? Can she trust herself? Captain Wheatly isn’t ashamed of his aristocratic heritage, but he doesn’t need his family and they’ve certainly never needed him. But with no more military career and two half-caste daughters to support, Fred must turn once more—as a failure—to the family he let down so often in the past. Can two hearts rise above past failures to forge a future together?

Find it here: https://smile.amazon.com/Reluctant-Wife-Children-Empire-Book-ebook/dp/B06XYRRR1R/

About Caroline Warfield

Carol Roddy - Author Traveler, poet, librarian, technology manager—Caroline Warfield has been many things (even a nun), but above all she is a romantic. Having retired to the urban wilds of eastern Pennsylvania, she reckons she is on at least her third act, happily working in an office surrounded by windows while she lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far-flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

Caroline is a RONE award winner with five star reviews from Readers’ Favorite, Night Owl Reviews, and InD’Tale and an Amazon best-seller. She is also a member of the writers’ co-operative, the Bluestocking Belles. With partners she manages and regularly writes for both The Teatime Tattler and History Imagined.

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Excerpt

The ballroom at Government House, Calcutta, 1835

Clare had stopped listening. A prickle of awareness drew her gaze to the entrance where another man entered. He stood well above average height, he radiated coiled strength, and her eyes found his auburn hair unerringly. Captain Wheatly had come. The rapid acceleration of her heart took her off guard. Why should I care that he’s here?

Clare? The lieutenant asked you a question.”

Lieutenant? Clare blinked to clear her head, only to see Mrs. Davis’s icy glare turned on Captain Wheatly. “Is that your strange captain from the black neighborhood?” she demanded in a faux whisper.

The lieutenant’s avid curiosity added to Clare’s discomfort. “Is that Wheatly in a captain’s uniform? I thought they might demote him after the business with Cornell,” he volunteered.

Clare forced herself to turn to the lieutenant. “Cornell?” she asked to deflect Mrs. Davis’s questions.

Collector at Dehrapur. Wheatly assaulted the man. Unprovoked, I heard,” the lieutenant answered.

She looked back, unable to stop herself. Merciful angels, he’s seen me. She watched the captain start toward them. At least Gleason could make introductions.

The lieutenant went on as though he had her full attention. “He was in line for promotion, the one that went to your brother instead. Philip posted over there right after it happened.”

Clare found it impossible to look away. The captain gave an ironic smile when he saw her watching. Mrs. Davis gave a sharp intake of breath when she realized Wheatly’s intent. “He’s coming here? Clare, I think I should warn you that a man who has been passed over as this one was—”

Before she could finish, Colonel Davis, who had been coming from the other direction, met the captain and greeted him with a smile. Clare couldn’t hear the words, but Captain Wheatly’s self-deprecating grin seemed to indicate at least a modicum of respect. The two men approached together.

Captain Frederick Wheatly, may I present my wife, Mrs. Davis.” The captain bowed properly, and the colonel went on, “And our house guest, Miss Armbruster.”

This time the captain’s eyes held a distinct twinkle. “Miss Armbruster and I are acquainted. I met her when she visited her brother in Dehrapur.”

Of course, of course! I should have remembered,” the colonel said jovially. He leaned toward Clare and winked. “He’s a catch, this one. Doesn’t like to boast of his connections, but earls and dukes lurk in his pedigree. His cousin stepped down from Under-Secretary for War and the Colonies just last year!”

Captain Wheatly looked discomfited by that revelation.

Gleason looked skeptical. “The Duke of Murnane?” he gasped.

Before anyone could answer, the small orchestra hired for the occasion began to play, and the captain cocked an eyebrow as if to ask a question.

I think the captain wants a dance, Miss Armbruster. It’s your patriotic duty to see to the morale of the troops,” the colonel said coyly.

Captain Wheatly put out a gloved hand, and she put her equally gloved hand in his. Walking away from Gleason and the Davises, she admitted two things to herself. She was glad he came, and she planned to enjoy the dance.

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