What's Afoot With Grace:
A Bazillion Thanks!
March 14, 2018
You did it, dear readers! A Rogue of Her Own bounced onto the USA Today bestsellers list at No. 53, which is the loftiest spot I’ve occupied on that list, ever. Sherbourne is insufferably delighted with himself (and with Mrs. Sherbourne, of course). Thanks, folks–and Quinn and Jane will have their work cut out for them!
On the blog this week…
March 11, 2018
Happy Book Birthday!
March 6, 2018
A Rogue of Her Own is in the house! Charlotte Windham and Lucas Sherbourne get their happily ever after in the fourth and final Windham Brides romance. The Library Journal (starred review) called this story, “pure reading gold.” I call it great fun, and you can order your copy right here.
From Courtroom to Courtship
March 4, 2018
I’m discussing the connection between the day job and A Rogue of Her Own on the blog this week, also giving away an audiobook version of Charlotte and Sherbourne’s story.
March 18, 2018 • Grace's Most Recent Blog Post
So, March 17. St. Patrick. Chased the snakes away from Ireland. Or something. There’s chocolate cake involved (rumored to include mashed potatoes), so I don’t question the day too closely. March 17 is also St. Gertrude’s Day, and SHE is the patron saint of cats. If you weren’t raised Catholic, patron saints can seem a little hinky. St. Jude is the patron saint of hopeless causes. St. Anthony is the patron saint of lost things. There’s a list, and you can shoehorn your situation onto it, using St. Jude, for example, as a saint to … 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?”