What's Afoot With Grace:
Farther Along the Bridle Path…
August 18, 2017
Onto the Bridle (Bridal?) Path!
August 11, 2017
In about one month, The Duke’s Bridal Path will go on sale. I’ve posted the first few scenes of my novella, His Grace for the Win, and will pester Theresa Romain for some excerpts from her story, Desperately Seeking Scandal. Tally ho and happy reading!
USA Today for Too Scot!
August 4, 2017
Too Scot to Handle hit the USA Today bestseller list at No. 68! I’m so grateful to the readers who made this happen–the most wonderful readers in the world, of course–that I’ve posted the first kiss scene from No Other Duke Will Do!
A Starred Review for Too Scot!
August 1, 2017
Too Scot to Handle has earned a starred review from The Library Journal, putting Colin and Anwen’s story in the top ten percent of all titles that august publication features. Thanks to all the librarians, and to the readers who find my books on the library shelves!
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?”