What's Afoot With Grace:
On the blog: The Quiet Game
April 23, 2017
On the Blog: Eve and Some Guy…
April 16, 2017
I’m giving away a copy of Tartan Two-Step on the blog this week, also lining up some compelling evidence for the novel conclusion that women are not men. (Seriously.)
Another Patch of Big Sky…
March 30, 2017
Tartan Two-Step is boot-scootin’ closer to the April 11 release for Big Sky Ever After, my contemporary novel duet with M.L. Buchman. I posted Chapter One last, week, and Chapter Two is waiting for you right here!
Little Peek at a Big Sky
March 24, 2017
I occasionally take a break from historical HEAs and go for a contemporary frolic. Next month, the first novel in my Trouble Wears Tartan series will be published as part of a duet with M.L. Buchman in Big Sky Ever After. The first chapter of Tartan Two-Step has been posted on the book page, more to follow soon. Happy reading!
April 23, 2017 • Grace's Most Recent Blog Post
In Maryland, we can go from nights below freezing, to days in the nineties without much in-between. Some years, the air conditioning comes on in March, and the heat goes off in May. It’s… interesting. This year, we’re having an extended period of gorgeous weather (meaning more than two days). The nights are chipper but not freezing, the bugs have been slow to come out, the days have been mostly sunny with low humidity. What I notice, without the heat blasting, the woodstove crackling, or the fans roaring, is the quiet. We’ve all had the … Continue reading
Reader Favorite Spotlight
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.