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May 21, 2017
Elias Early Bird!
May 12, 2017
If you don’t feel like waiting until Tuesday for your ebook copy of Elias in Love, you can download either the mobi or ebook version from the store now. Happy reading!
Elias in Love (in May, in Maryland)
May 4, 2017
If you read Tartan Two-Step, you’ll recall Magnus Cromarty relying on the good offices of his cousin, Elias Brodie. Elias in Love, Book Two in the Trouble Wears Tartan series, find Elias in the wilds of Maryland, where no self-respecting Scottish business whiz wants to be. Elias’s story comes out later this month, and you can read Chapter One here.
April 30, 2017
I like most of my covers, but the one for His Lordship’s True Lady (True Gentlemen No. 4) has stolen my heart. The book doesn’t go on sale until June, but you can read a sneak peek and take a goggle at the cover right here!
May 21, 2017 • Grace's Most Recent Blog Post
In an internet conversation I had with a public school educator this week, somebody raised the topic of the Dunning-Kruger effect. That’s a well-documented tendency (in dominant American culture) for the least skilled among us to overestimate their competence, while the highly skilled underestimate their competence. When you try to tell the incompetents that they are not da bomb, they will criticize your evidence, and go confidently on their way. Not until they actually get some training in the area they think they already excel at do they realize their genius is lacking. I interjected … Continue reading
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What did it portend, when a man arrived to his newly acquired estate and found an execution in progress?
“The damned beast is done for,” a squat, pot-bellied fellow declared from halfway down the barn aisle.
Thomas Jennings, Baron Sutcliffe, had an advantage of height over the crowd gathered in the stable. Nonetheless, he apparently hadn’t been spotted as he’d ridden up the lane, and he didn’t draw attention watching from the shadows near the door.
“The damned beast was rallying until some idiot fed him oats at midday, Mr. Chesterton,” a woman retorted.