What's Afoot With Grace:
“Too Scot” is ready to trot!
November 25, 2016
You’ve already ordered the first book in the Windham Brides series, The Trouble with Dukes (Dec. 20–really soon!), but don’t wait to start reading! You can ALSO order book two, Too Scot to Handle (July 20, 2017). Colin MacHugh’s the eager sort–read an except here.)
November 19, 2016
For those of you who haven’t read Christmas in the Dukes Arms, or Christmas in Duke Street, I’ve taken the two novellas I contributed to those anthologies–The Appeal of Christmas, and A Knight Before Christmas–and bundled them into a duet, Christmas Treats, which you can download exclusively from the website store.
Marquess in Distress!?
November 11, 2016
My publisher has given me pre-order goals for The Trouble with Dukes (12/20/16), and I am determined to meet them! To sweeten the pot for my readers, I’ll put my new short story, The Marquess of Mistletoe, on free download Dec. 13 if I hit my pre-order wickets for Dukes. You can read a sneak peek from Marquess here, and pre-order Dukes here.
The big hopeful moment…
November 5, 2016
December 4, 2016 • Grace's Most Recent Blog Post
Stuff I don’t like about Christmas: Conspicuous consumption at a time of year when many families are dealing with seasonal layoffs, high heating bills, childcare challenges, and the stress of holiday expectations. Mall muzak. If I hear about grandma and that reindeer one more time… The tsunami of sugar. I’m susceptible to sweets, and they are EVERYWHERE, and most of them have the audacity to be scrumptious. Presents. I’m getting better about this, but receiving gifts is awkward for me, and I always worry that what I’ve gotten somebody isn’t right for them. I’m also … 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.