What's Afoot With Grace:
Looking for Dukes?
October 6, 2017
A Rogue of Your Own
September 27, 2017
I mean, A Rogue of Her Own, the final Windham Brides story, is now available for pre-order. The cover is scrumptious, the hero–Lucas Sherbourne–is too (Charlotte Windham thinks so, anyway)!
And they’re off!
September 11, 2017
The Duke’s Bridle Path has left the starting gate! This pair of Regency novellas is now available through all the major booksellers, and features my own tale, “His Grace for the Win,” and Theresa Romain’s delightful, “Desperately Seeking Scandal.” Happy riding–I mean, reading!
A Surprise on the Bridle Path
September 1, 2017
The print version of The Duke’s Bridle Path is already on sale (thanks, formatting elf!), or, if your file-wrangling skills are up to it, you can early-download the ebook from the website store. (Major platform on-sale remains 9/12.) Wheee!
August 6, 2017 • Grace's Most Recent Blog Post
I am frequently amazed by my own obliviousness. When morning sickness showed up within 72 hours of having conceived a child, I grumbled about having a tummy bug, because surely–surely–that was the only explanation for heaving in the morning, sharp spikes of fatigue mid-day, and an overall crummy feeling? When three-day migraines plagued me without mercy (several a month), I chalked it up to genetics. Why should working a sixty-hour week and going to law school five nights a week have anything to do with headaches? Or why should commuting four hours a day, working … Continue reading
Reader Favorite Spotlight
“You don’t care for children?” Cromarty asked as the waitress moved off.
“I like children a lot,” Jane said, “but the rug rat will start bellowing here directly, as soon as Mom and Dad try to have an adult conversation. They’re always teething when they’re that small.”
The little family trundled by, the baby nothing more than a pink, sleepy face among soft blankets and padding.
“The bairnie’s too wee to teethe yet,” Cromarty said, his tone wistful. He turned a green-eyed gaze on Jane as she inhaled another bite of injera. “I admit to some puzzlement, Ms. DeLuca. You’re having bread with your bread and bread with your extra potatoes, and I heard mention of dessert. Are you the only American female who doesn’t fret about her weight?”