Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Guest Post with Carolyn Miller!

Hello, my friends! It's my pleasure to have Carolyn Miller as a guest here at So little time...! Carolyn writes Regency romance, and is a new author to me. I'm looking forward to reading some of her books! Today, she is here talking a little about her writing journey and sharing an excerpt from one of her books! 

I like to think I’ve always been a fan of Jane Austen, but it’s not really true. (How scandalous!) But in fairness, I have to say I don’t think encouraging high schoolers to study Mansfield Park in necessarily the best introduction to appreciating the joys of Jane Austen.  Fortunately, my librarian’s mother’s persistence in ensuring her daughters watched the films and TV adaptations of the 1990s helped bring Jane Austen’s books and the Regency era alive, and as I grew older I gained a new appreciation for the wit and mastery of the language, the way so much could be said in just a glance, and a love for the manners and general swoon-worthiness of big houses (!), fancy gardens (!), and heroes of good looks and great amiability. (Apart from Mr. Darcy’s initial frostiness, of course, but he is – and always will be – the exception!)

As someone who perhaps longed to live in these times a little too much, I suppose it was inevitable that I would one day write a story based in the Regency era. My writing journey started with contemporary stories, after I watched the closing ceremony of the Vancouver Winter Olympics and wondered why an Australian girl was walking into the arena holding hands with a US athlete. What was their story? Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t find out, so I made it up. ☺️ Thus began a very long journey to publication as I honed my craft through entering online writing contests and taking on feedback, among which came the realization that US publishers aren’t so interested in stories with Australian characters or settings, so perhaps I should write something they were interested in: historical romance.

So I kept writing, a Regency romance this time, something I hoped could blend the wonderful wit and memorable characters I love in Georgette Heyer’s Regency-era novels, with the social mores and subtlety of Jane Austen, along with my own Australian sensibility, and desire to write stories offering hope. I kept entering contests and started finaling, and eventually gained the attention of a US agent, who agreed to represent this little Aussie (yay!), and eventually found me a US publishing home (double yay!). 

The Elusive Miss Ellison, an inspirational Regency romance with shades of Pride and Prejudice, became the first of my Regency Brides: A Legacy of Grace series, published by Kregel Publications. Last year was a wild ride with my author debut, then seeing two more books release, all while juggling writing, editing and learning more about the joys of marketing. A second series (Regency Brides: A Promise of Hope) is being published in 2018, with the first of these, Winning Miss Winthrop, releasing in March this year. 

Winning Miss Winthrop is something of a homage to Persuasion, which vies with Pride and Prejudice as my favorite Jane Austen. I love the angst of poor Anne Elliot, the way the social niceties of the day force her to hide her pain as she suffers from the thoughtlessness of those around her, the way she patiently holds true to her values even as all hope (and love) seems lost. And how can you not love someone like Captain Wentworth, unable to ever find Anne’s equal – especially when he looks like Rupert Penry Jones? 

I wanted to create a similar character to sweet Anne, and so Catherine Winthrop was born, the eldest daughter of a Baron, who, after a family tragedy, is led to scandal-breathing Bath, a masquerade, and many misunderstandings, before finally being reunited with the man she thought lost. Ah, true love…

In 2015 I was extremely blessed to visit my sister in England, managing to see several places I’ve only ever dreamed about—or ‘seen’ in books, films or TV- and of course, my first port of call had to be Bath. A visit to this World Heritage-listed town, filled with grand Georgian buildings and cobblestoned streets, helps understand the need for sedan chairs instead of carriages (many streets are steep), whilst ‘taking the waters’ at the Pump Room and seeing the Assembly rooms gives new insight into Austen’s references to such activities in her novels—and also adding greater authenticity to my own work, as does a visit to the Jane Austen Centre (and enjoying high tea there ‘with Mr. Darcy’ ☺️). I have a page on my website about my time there: www.carolynmillerauthor.com/a-trip-to-bath which is a fun way to connect a little more with some of the scenes mentioned in Winning Miss Winthrop.

Here’s the blurb for Winning Miss Winthrop:

Catherine Winthrop is almost at her last prayers, rejected years ago by the man who stole her heart. When tragedy brings him back into her life, she must suffer further grief in silence, amid her family's pain and hostility, which eventually sends her to seek solace in Bath. 

Jonathan Carlew might be wealthy, but the mystery surrounding his birth has shadowed his life, bringing fresh challenges as he takes on the Barony. Caught between appeasing the Winthrop family's concerns and doing what he could to salvage their failing estate, he must also weigh the echoes of the past with the demands of his new responsibilities.

Two hearts must decide whether present speculation will condemn them to the dust of their memories, or if the whispers of forgiveness can provide freedom for the future. 

And here is an excerpt from the first chapter, that gives something of an idea of the marvellous wit to be found within Winning Miss Winthrop 😉 (apologies for the formatting which didn’t come out correctly):

White’s Gentlemen’s Club, London

“I lay you ten guineas the next lady who walks past is a complete fright.”

“Only ten? I wager five-and-twenty. What say you, Carlew?”

Jonathan Carlew looked up from his newspaper at his two companions. “I say a fool and his money is quickly parted.”

“Well, nobody shall ever accuse you of being a fool, you stingy old man,” Viscount Henry Carmichael said, tease in his eyes.

Jon hid his smile. Who would have thought one day’s difference in their birth dates would lead to years of such jests? “What some call stingy others call wise.”

“Your modesty overwhelms.” Major Thomas Hale, the third member of the party snorted. “Now, Carmichael, here comes our next contender. What say you, ugly or divine?”

“Must it be one or the other?” Jon asked.

“My dear fellow, a woman is either decidedly pretty or decidedly not.”

“One simply has to decide which of the two?” Jon suggested.

“Exactly.” The heir to the Earl of Bevington nodded.

“But surely that implies a degree of subjectivity, if, as the poets say, beauty does lie in the eye of the beholder.”

The major lifted his glass to peer through the bow window. “Well, I behold a fright. Carmichael, you owe me a pony.”

The viscount handed over twenty-five pounds, muttering about the audacity of such ladies to walk without consideration for the eyes of men.

“Can you imagine what the ladies must think of such ogling?”

“Ogling! Carlew, I resent the implication.”

“My apologies, Hale, but I meant no implication.”

Carmichael laughed. “You are a sly dog, Carlew. Next you will be saying a woman’s appearance ought count for nothing.”

Jon merely smiled.

“Well may it be for some to be fastidious about such things, but good heavens, if a man means to be leg-shackled then let it be to a lady whom he finds pleasing to gaze upon.”

“Does that hold true for the lady in question also? Indeed, if this line of reasoning is so, there would be many of us destined to singlehood on account of our less than perfect looks.”

The major gave a loud harrumph as Carmichael said, “You seem to forget the numbers of ladies at the ball last week who seemed very willing to overlook your ill-favored face.”

The tips of Jon’s ears grew hot. “I confess it had slipped my mind.”

That evening in question had been one of the more excruciating of his life. Perhaps if he’d learned to flirt like Carmichael or Hale he might be more successful in ensuring the women who flocked to him knew not to expect anything more than a deftly turned compliment. But as Hale had commented that evening, Jon’s more serious demeanor and deep voice lent a gravity to his words that only seemed to encourage the clinging young ladies with whom he had no desire to further his acquaintance.

“Next you’ll be saying a woman should not be judged on her face.”

“Should a man’s?”

His companions both stared at him before Hale gave another loud harrumph.

“Carlew, your observations are both unnecessary and unkind. Go back to your paper if you don’t mind.”

Jon chuckled, shook his head at his friends’ antics, and retired once more behind the screen of The Times. His smile faded, the printed words before him meaningless. While he didn’t begrudge them—they were his friends, who had helped keep him sane these past years when India had a way of hardening even the kindest of men—he couldn’t help but wonder how these gentlemen would rate the woman who had once caught his eye. Not strictly pretty, let alone divine, he couldn’t help but think she would rate rather poorly on Hale’s scale of attractiveness.

His fingers clenched. Relaxed. Not that he should care. These were foolish thoughts. He was unlikely to see her, and even if he did, she had long ago made her feelings abundantly clear.
No. Perhaps he was a fool after all. Surely two years of adventure and business should have been enough to rid him of these feelings.

Perhaps it was time to think on a lady who might not mind his connections to trade, at least until that far away day when he might assume the title. His earnings from his time on the Indian subcontinent should, correctly invested, hold out for quite a few more years, and the interest on his shares in his father’s companies was steadily improving, so Trelling said. Perhaps there was a lady who might not mind being married to such a man. He could offer constancy, and quite a tidy fortune, if little else.

His spirits dipped.

Perhaps one day there might even be one prepared to overlook the haze concerning the legitimacy of his birth.


About the Author

Carolyn Miller lives in the beautiful Southern Highlands of New South Wales, Australia, with her husband and four children. Together with her husband she has pastored a church for ten years, and worked part-time as a public high school English and Learning and Support teacher. A longtime lover of romance, especially that of Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer’s Regency era, Carolyn holds a BA in English Literature, and loves drawing readers into fictional worlds that show the truth of God’s grace in our lives. Her Regency novels include The Elusive Miss Ellison, The Captivating Lady Charlotte, The Dishonorable Miss DeLancey, Winning Miss Winthrop and Miss Serena's Secret, all available from Amazon, Book Depository, Koorong, etc.

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Books by Carolyn Miller

Regency Brides: A Legacy of Grace

The Elusive Miss Ellison ~ Amazon • Goodreads
The Captivating Lady Charlotte ~ AmazonGoodreads
The Dishonorable Miss DeLancy ~ AmazonGoodreads

Regency Brides: The Promise of Hope 

Winning Miss Winthrop ~ AmazonGoodreads
Miss Serena's Secret ~ AmazonGoodreads
The Making of Mrs Hale ~ Release date November 27 ~ AmazonGoodreads

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Also available at Amazon UK, Amazon AU, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository, Christianbook, GooglePlay, and Koorong. 

I want to thank Carolyn Miller for stopping by here today and introducing herself to me! Her books look lovely, and I'm looking forward to losing myself in them! 

How about you? Have you read any of Carolyn's books? Which one do you think I should read first? 

Thursday, July 26, 2018

The Hitman's Mistake by Sally Brandle ~ Guest Post & Excerpt

Hello, Friends! It's my pleasure to have Sally Brandle visiting here today with her new book, The Hitman's Mistake! If you like horses (in this case, a mule!) and romantic suspense/thrillers this might be the book for you! 

Thank you, Candy, for inviting me as a guest today to chat about the backstory of my debut novel, The Hitman’s Mistake, originally titled, A Mule, A Mob Hit, and A Mountain of Trouble. The mule reference has relevance.

One of my first memories is sitting atop a palomino mare that a friend of my dad’s owned. Even at three, I’d tugged on those cowboy boots and begun the life-long commitment of a true pony girl. I bought my first horse after I hit fifty, so now I’m reliving the childhood I wished I’d had—riding, hoof picking, massaging, and cool showering a very appreciative copper-colored gentleman on a daily basis.

Writing equines into my clean (no intimate scenes), romantic suspense series, Love Thrives in Emma Springs, came naturally. In Book 2, the heroine is extremely afraid of horses. My doctor hero prescribes the perfect cure. He presents her with a mini horse needing a home. A rescue Quarter Horse (like my own 28-year-old gelding), a zebra, retired police horses, and a pony are featured separately in future releases. If you’d like to see pictures of my horse, Lance, please go to my Pinterest site. I’ve also created a page there with the setting inspirations for The Hitman’s Mistake

Now for a teaser excerpt. The book opens in Seattle, where Miranda Whitley dreams of owning a little plot of wooded land—right before life throws her on a twisted path to her happy ever after. She’s pruning indoor plants in the lobby of Seattle’s Justice Building after hours.


     Soft taps came from a few feet behind her. She tilted her head.

Footsteps? From the stairwell? Miranda released her grip, and the tree limb sprang free. She swung her head and watched the branch skim the fly of the trousers on the man now towering over her right shoulder.

     Not Ike. She froze.

     “What in the hell? Oh, didn’t see you there—” he sidestepped, and her cup scrunched in protest under his big boot. The lid popped off and the double shot of Kona glugged into a mocha-scented pool.

     He jumped to avoid the puddle. “Damn energy conservation put you in the shadows. Sorry, I nailed your coffee.” His swinging backpack missed her nose by inches.

     She twisted her body and scooted her butt until her shoulder jammed against a carved pot.

     “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

     “It’s okay,” she mumbled, keeping her head lowered to avoid further contact with the bag-wielding klutz wearing black trousers. Must’ve been him she’d glimpsed a few minutes ago, while the elevator doors had closed on the floor below Ike’s.

     “I’ve never been attacked by a branch. Must say, you deployed it well,” the deep voice announced. He stopped directly in front of her.

     His hiking boots made her size-nine high-tops appear dainty.

     Not the shoes of a snobby lawyer or a lost, post-trial pimp trying to find his way out of the building. Still, the flailing branch served him right for sneaking up on her. “I didn’t hear you.” 

     “And I shouldn’t text and walk,” he said in a lighter, almost sexy tone. “I’m Grant.” He dropped his pack and stuck out his hand.

     An FBI tag printed ‘GRANT MORLEY’ hung from the bag. 

     She peered from under her cap’s brim and gulped. 


     Agent of Interest. Her heart took off at a gallop.

The Hitman's Mistake
by Sally Brandle

While a witness and FBI agent escape mobsters, they can’t escape falling in love.  


She needs his trust. After Miranda Whitley stops crooked cops from assassinating a prominent Seattle judge, she’s next on the hit list, and her survival depends on the man she’s had one awkward encounter with—buff FBI Agent, Grant Morley. But can she find him in time?   

He needs the truth. The last person Grant expects to discover on his annual horseback trip delivering supplies to a Montana mountain hermit is alluring Miranda Whitley, nearly dead from a bullet wound in her side. An accidental witness or the cold-blooded accomplice to would-be assassins?   

Miranda must convince Grant of her innocence, evade the killers intent on preventing her testimony, and fight her unwanted attraction for the agent…an attraction which seems to be mutual. Fortunately, love thrives in Emma Springs. If you love sizzling chemistry, determined assassins, and Montana scenery, then you’ll love Sally Brandle’s galloping thriller.

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About the Author

Multi-award winning author Sally Brandle weaves slow-burning romance into edgy suspense stories. Sally left a career as an industrial baking instructor to bring to life stories of women who learn to trust their inner gifts. Her rescue Aussie is her companion during long spells of writing, bouts of tormenting weeds in her garden, or afternoons spent riding on the wind with her twenty-eight year old Quarter Horse. 

Sign up for her newsletter at www.sallybrandle.com for a free segment of her latest book, The Hitman’s Mistake.

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You can also check out this 5 Star Review from Tome Tender

Sally Brandle was kind enough to give me a copy of The Hitman's Mistake, and I'm enjoying it! It kept me up a little too late last night! I just didn't want to put it down. :)

So, what do you think? Please, leave us a comment! 

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

What Are You Reading? ~ July 25, 2018

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What are you Reading?  Let me know what your current read is, what you recently finish reading, and what you plan on reading next! 

Here's my list: 

I'm currently reading The Hitman's Mistake by Sally Brandle. I'm really enjoying it! I'm hosting the author tomorrow. I hope you can stop by! 

I'm also reading The Jane Austen Project by Kathleen A Flynn. I'm enjoying this time-travel book about a couple of researchers who travel back to meet Jane in hopes of finding an unpublished novel of hers and to find out why she died an early death. It's very interesting how once they get back to 1815 they have to set themselves up with housing, clothing, try to enter society and make friends with Henry Austen to meet Jane herself! 

Sadly, I didn't finish anything this week. 

What's next? I still hope to read The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken. 

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I'm linking up with This Week In Books hosted by Lipsyy Lost & Found.

And with Sam @ Taking on a World of Words

So, tell me, what are you reading? 

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

What Are You Reading? ~ July 18, 2018

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What are you Reading?  Let me know what your current read is, what you recently finish reading, and what you plan on reading next! 

Here's my list: 

I just started The Jane Austen Project by Kathleen A Flynn! I'm looking forward to getting into this one! 

I was on the road last Wednesday, so I have a few more finished reads since it's been two weeks since I last posted! 

I recently finished Son of a Preacher Man by Karen M Cox. This Austen inspired story is beautifully set in a little southern town in the summer of 1959. Billy Ray, the preacher's son, loses his heart to Lizzy Quinlan, a girl with a bad reputation. I loved this coming-of-age story! 

I also finished Intentions of the Earl by Rose Gordon. I really enjoyed this story! So much so that I bought the next in the series! :)

Plus, I finished reading The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. I wasn't a fan of this story. It was kind of depressing. I'm glad I read it though! 

What's next? I want to read The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken. I've had this book for a couple of years now and haven't read it, but I would like to read it before the movie comes out! 

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I'm linking up with This Week In Books hosted by Lipsyy Lost & Found.

And with Sam @ Taking on a World of Words

So, tell me, what are you reading? 

Friday, July 6, 2018

"The Darcy Legacy" Blog Tour ~ Guest Post & Giveaway!

Hello, my friends! I'm delighted to be part of The Darcy Legacy Blog Tour! Joana Starnes is here to share a little about her new book and to give us a peek with an intriguing excerpt! I hope you enjoy! Be sure to enter the giveaway! Details are at the bottom of the page!   

Thanks, Candy, for having me as your guest today, on the blog tour for my newest book, The Darcy Legacy.

I must confess that I can’t have enough of Pride and Prejudice. I’ve been writing variations on this delightful theme for six years now, and I still can’t have enough of that either. So beautiful and poignant, to imagine Elizabeth and Mr Darcy falling in love over and over again!

My readers know that I sometimes like to make their journey to their happily ever after more fraught than the original – or at least fraught in other ways. For instance, I can’t bear to write about Wickham and Lydia’s elopement and its atrocious timing. It’s so upsetting to think of Elizabeth and Mr Darcy missing that beautiful chance to rekindle their relationship at Pemberley.

Likewise, I often wonder how they would have fared were it not for the ‘tolerable, I suppose.’ In my latest novel, I chose to explore that angle. Oh, fear not, Mr Darcy does blunder. He blunders on the night of the Meryton assembly (and he also blundered on the previous day). Not grievously, though. He didn’t injure Elizabeth’s pride on either occasion. His faux pas was something that Elizabeth, with her wonderful sense of humour, actually found rather amusing.

So their acquaintance doesn’t start on the wrong foot. But is it any less fraught for it? Hmm, who am I kidding? Anyone who has read one of my other novels knows by now that the answer is ‘Probably not.’

So, would you like to drop in at the Meryton assembly? Mr Bingley’s party had arrived to awe the neighbourhood with the ladies’ elegance and Mr Darcy’s ten thousand a year. True to form, Mr Bingley lost no time in joining the dance and managed to secure the company of the most beautiful lady in the room – we know who that is, don’t we? As for Mr Darcy, despite his reluctance for the amusement, he resigned himself to standing up at least once with Mrs Hurst and once with Miss Bingley. All well and good so far. Or is it?

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     Darcy caught his friend’s glance as Bingley skipped by on a jaunty tune, hand in hand with his partner. A disarming grin was also cast in his direction and Darcy returned it, rolling his eyes upwards in amused exasperation. Pleased as Punch, Bingley shrugged and continued on his way.

     When the eager dancers began to gather in new pairings for yet another set, Darcy reluctantly acknowledged it was time to do his duty by his friend’s sisters. He was about to give precedence to Mrs Hurst, in recognition of her seniority in both age and status, but at his approach, Miss Bingley was prompt in coming forth and intercepting him.

     “How are you bearing up, sir?” she asked, casting a disdainful glance around her. “The nothingness, and yet the self-importance of these people! I despair of my brother, urging us to attend such an insipid gathering. No refinement, no fashion and no taste.”

     As he caught sight of a couple of young women giggling inanely, each displaying a set of most unfortunate buck teeth, Darcy felt inclined to add ‘no sense and no beauty’ to the charge, but thought better of it. Encouraging Miss Bingley in venting her frustrations would do nothing for his humour, and besides, the two ladies in question presumably could not help their inborn lack of sense any more than their dentition. Disinclined to tax himself with seeking a civil way of moving past Miss Bingley to give due precedence to Mrs Hurst, he addressed his question to the younger sister.

     “May I request the favour of your hand for the next set?”

     An unappealing sort of satisfaction overspread the lady’s countenance, vying with surprise at his readiness to dance in such a setting. Yet Miss Bingley did not remark upon the latter sentiment. She took possession of his proffered arm with a distinctly proprietary gesture, and tilted her chin upwards as they joined the end of the set.

     Eventually, Bingley did likewise, the lateness of his arrival a consequence of his reluctance to remove himself from the fair-haired beauty. Yet he had at last performed that feat, and was now escorting a very slight young woman whose countenance might have been pleasant enough, were it not for the surfeit of freckles. As if they had been holding back, waiting for him – which they might well have been – once Bingley and his new partner had lined up, the musicians struck the opening notes with gusto.

     Darcy was relieved to find that the first dance was a reasonably dignified quadrille. The second was in a longways set but, praise be, neither a reel nor a hornpipe. Merely a country dance with the customary assortment of figures. Nothing stately about them, but no unseemly bounding either, so he resigned himself to the slow progression towards the top of the set, while the head couples were making their way in the opposite direction.

     Across from him, Miss Bingley glided and twirled with studied grace. To Darcy’s right, Bingley was still chatting with his partner. That he should find quite so much to say to a complete stranger was very like him, but no less mystifying. As was the fact that he could natter incessantly and not misstep, Darcy inwardly scoffed.

     Yet no sooner had he so uncharitably reflected on his friend’s performance than he very nearly committed the unpardonable blunder of treading on the hem of Miss Bingley’s dress as she slid past him to resume her place. For, just then, his glance disinterestedly drifted towards the top of the set – only to be arrested by a familiar countenance he would not have expected to encounter in a ballroom. Not even at an assembly such as this, for one would imagine that socialising with those in one’s employ was as unacceptable in remote and unfashionable market-towns as anywhere else.

     He blinked. He was mistaken, surely. The lady’s apparel, while plain by the standards of the ton, bore no resemblance to that of a lady’s maid or a lady’s companion, and the same could be said of her unsophisticated but flattering hairstyle. The passing glance along the line of dancers must have played tricks on him. He must have been mistaken.

     The head couples cast off and moved down the set, while the second couples progressed upwards, and with the distance thus diminished Darcy was promptly disabused of the comfortable notion. He was not mistaken. Laughing dark-brown eyes met his, and he caught a fleeting glimpse of twitching lips as she curtsied – whether to her vis-à-vis, or in pert acknowledgement of his look of shock, he could not tell – and then, reaching for her partner’s hand, she turned away.

     Darcy did likewise. Unfortunately, he turned in the wrong direction.

     “The other way, Mr Darcy,” Miss Bingley belatedly supplied, just before he collided with her brother.

     Thus, his humiliation was complete.

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The Darcy Legacy
by Joana Starnes

Book Description: 

‘Pemberley’s ancient halls harbour many secrets. Which one will affect Fitzwilliam Darcy and the love of his life? How is Mr Bennet to enjoy the comforts of a well-stocked library, when his wife’s premature demise had left him with the task of finding suitable matches for their daughters? What of a misleading encounter on a muddy lane in Hertfordshire, that renders a country-town assembly rather more tolerable than some might have thought? 

Shades of mystery, meddlesome relations – not least a drenched Adonis – raillery, old errors and a very recent union make for a challenging courtship when Fitzwilliam Darcy is not on his own ground. Yet when love is the reward, challenges make it more worth the earning. “A fraught courtship? So, let it be fraught,” Colonel Fitzwilliam said with a nonchalant flourish of his hand. “A good challenge never hurt anyone.”’

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About the Author

Joana Starnes lives in the south of England with her family. Over the years, she has swapped several hats – physician, lecturer, clinical data analyst – but feels most comfortable in a bonnet. She has been living in Georgian England for decades in her imagination and plans to continue in that vein till she lays hands on a time machine.

She is the author of eight Austen-inspired novels: From This Day Forward ~ The Darcys of Pemberley, The Subsequent Proposal, The Second Chance, The Falmouth Connection, The Unthinkable Triangle, Miss Darcy’s Companion, Mr Bennet’s Dutiful Daughter and The Darcy Legacy, and one of the contributing authors to The Darcy Monologues, Dangerous to Know and the upcoming Rational Creatures (due in October 2018).

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Blog Tour Schedule

July 2 / Austenesque Reviews/Excerpt Post & Giveaway
July 3 / Diary of an Eccentric/ Guest Post & Giveaway
July 4 / More Agreeably Engaged/ Book Review & Giveaway 
July 5 / Of Pens & Pages / Guest Post & Giveaway
July 6 / So Little Time... / Guest Post & Giveaway
July 7 / My Love for Jane Austen / Excerpt Post & Giveaway
July 8 / Babblings of a Bookworm/ Book Review & Giveaway
July 9 / My Vices and Weaknesses/ Book Review & Giveaway
July 10/ Obsessed with Mr Darcy/ Book Review & Giveaway
July 11 / Pemberley to Milton/Book Review & Giveaway

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It's giveaway time! And what a giveaway it is! Joana is giving away: 

  • 10 e-copies of The Darcy Legacy
  • 20 audiobook codes, each one is good for one of her audiobooks. 
  • A $25.00 Amazon gift card

That's amazing! Thank you, Joana! 

To enter, fill out the Rafflecopter below and leave a comment!

The giveaway is open internationally!

The giveaway runs until midnight, July 16, 2018 (midnight Pacific EST).

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Good luck, everyone!

Many thanks to Joana Starnes for visiting with us today, and for her very generous giveaway! 

Also, thanks to Claudine @ JustJane1813 for organizing this blog tour! 

Joana adds, "Many thanks for stopping by, and I hope you’ll like The Darcy Legacy." 

So, what did you think about that excerpt?
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