When her parents and twin brother die within weeks of each other, Alicia and her younger sister are left in the hands of an uncle who has brought them all to financial and social ruin. Desperate to save her family from debtor’s prison, Alicia vows to marry the first wealthy man to propose. She meets the dashing Lord Amesbury, and her heart whispers that this is the man she is destined to love, but his tainted past may forever stand in their way. Her choices in potential husbands narrow to either a scarred cripple with the heart of a poet, or a handsome rake with a deadly secret.
Cole Amesbury is tormented by his own ghosts, and believes he is beyond redemption, yet he cannot deny his attraction for the girl whose genuine goodness touches the heart he’d thought long dead. He fears the scars in his soul cut so deeply that he may never be able to offer Alicia a love that is true. When yet another bizarre mishap threatens her life, Alicia suspects the seemingly unrelated accidents that have plagued her loved ones are actually a killer’s attempt to exterminate every member of her family. Despite the threat looming over her, learning to love the stranger she married may pose the greatest danger to her heart. And Cole must protect Alicia from the killer who has been exterminating her family before she is the next target.
This romantic story of loss and betrayal, forgiveness and redemption, and strangers marrying, will leave you laughing, crying, and swooning. Sprinkled liberally with suspense, mystery, and heart-melting kisses, this is not your ordinary historical tale of an arranged marriage nor of redeeming the rakes. Fans of Victorian and Regency Eras as well as those seeking clean and wholesome romance with plenty of chemistry, not to mention the redemptive power of love, will love this story!
Dance with a duke, outwit pirates, save a kingdom, and fall in love. Believe in happily ever after.
The Rogue Hearts Series:
The Stranger She Married
The Guise of a Gentleman
A Perfect Secret
The Suspect’s Daughter
Praise for Donna Hatch:
“Donna Hatch is one of the masters of clean romance with electric tension and smokin’ hot kisses.” ~ Reading is My Super Power Reviews
“Written with heart and depth, Donna Hatch’s books are absolute must-reads for any fan of swoon-worthy historical romance.” ~ Sarah M. Eden, USA Today best-selling historical romance author
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I write romance for two reasons. The fist reason is because a true romance, unlike other genres, guarantees that the story will end well. So many other genres can have sad or bittersweet endings, and I need a book to end leaving me hopeful. The second reason I write romance is because they usually have good character development. Usually, by the end of the story, the characters have overcome at least one major character flaw that allows them to defeat the villain, solve the crime, or whatever it is depending on the subgenre, and who, by the ending love and accept another special someone, who, in turn, loves and accepts them. A romance should feel wrapped up, and the characters should be better, stronger people by the end. Plus, you know, in love. Really, it’s all about hoping tomorrow will be a better day.
2. How long does it take you to write a book, typically?
That depends on the book—the subgenre, the length of the story, and how easily it all comes together as well as what’s going on with my personal life. Sometimes my family needs don’t leave time for writing, and also I can’t write if I’m overly stressed or if I have fallen into a depression, which is a chronic battle. Once, I wrote, revised, and edited a novella in less than a month. A couple of novels took me years to complete and be ready for publication. Sometimes I write them straight through; other times, I set them aside to work on other projects. The only thing that really guarantees that I’ll finish a project within a specific time is having a contract deadline. I always meet those even if I think it’s going to kill me.
3. Since a lot of romance books show both male and female perspectives, share with us the most difficult thing about writing the perspective of the opposite gender?
One of my biggest challenges is making sure I hold true to each character’s voice for the chapters or sections written in their point of view so the chapters don’t all feel like they could be told from anyone’s perspective. I want to make sure the perceptions and descriptions are worded in a way that holds true to that character’s personality.
4. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I like to write to instrumental music such light classical—harp or piano in particular—or New Age. I can’t write to lyrics or a drumbeat, and I don’t like silence.
5. Tell us a bit about a future project you are working on? Do you have any little sneak peeks you can share?
I’m almost finished with book 5 of my Rogue Hearts Series, Not a Fine Gentleman, and hope to have it released this summer. It’s about Lady Margaret who is accused of murdering her estranged husband.
6. What is the most romantic date you have ever been on? Or, what is your idea of the perfect Valentine Date?
One of my most memorable dates was when my husband took me to an Italian restaurant that had waiters who went around serenading the diners. Then, after dinner, we took a Venetian-style gondola ride down a canal. The lights along the waterway reflected in the gently rippling waves and a sultry breeze carried the scent of desert flowers. It was lovely and so romantic.
Kristin J. Dawson is a non-recovering chocolate and romantic English movie addict who loves to read science fiction and fantasy. You can find her most often indulging her favorite things at 2 am — night owls unite!
Kristin writes high fantasy with political intrigue, a bit of romance, and of course, magic. When she’s not writing, toting her kids around to sports practices, or cleaning out the chicken coop, she’s probably trying to talk her friends into more shenanigans.
In a world of magic, Nicoleta is unremarkable, except for her cursed, stuttering tongue. No special powers, no renowned apprenticeship, just the terrible, stammering aftereffects of the Lilac Plague.
Until she opens the ghostly blue vision from her mother.
Instead of words of endearment, the vision reveals that Nicoleta’s mother was a Guardian entrusted with a magical key — a key so powerful that those who rule will do anything to find it.
The burden of protecting the key now falls to Nicoleta. In a race against the crown, she must find the treasure and the true heir, the only one who can stop the curse from being fulfilled. Impossible? Almost certainly. One false step spells disaster. But Nicoleta is no fool. Where those before her died trying, Nicoleta forges a new path, relying on her wits and some unlikely allies.
Do you dare face the Lilac Plague? This coming of age, young adult fantasy adventure with mysterious magic, evil emperors, and a thread of romance will leave you amazed and clamoring for the next book.”
Would Elek try to kidnap me again?
I ducked into a narrow alley, hoping the horse and rider would pass by. Instead, they sped down the alley after me. The horse stopped and boots slammed onto the cobblestone street. I dug my fingers down into my satchel, clutching the orange-sting. I whirled to face my pursuer.
“Nicoleta.” Marcus stood holding Velos’ reins.
I’d never been happier to see his face.
“Need an escort now?” he asked.
I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or sincere. I didn’t care.
God’s light shines in all of His creations, from the Star of Bethlehem, to the angel proclaiming Christ’s birth, to the Son of God Himself—the light of the world.
Through this light, He illuminates darkness, gives us guidance, and shows us how to love one another.
When not sitting at her computer pouring her heart and soul into her novels, she loves going to her mountain property for inspiration and to escape the desert heat. She loves spending time with her family. At last count she has 20 grandchildren, has given up on gardening. If she had a horse, she might give up writing.
When events turn Joie into a human, she loses her magic and must use her ingenuity to heal the broken family. How could falling in love be the answer?
What is your largest unfulfilled dream, and what are you doing to reach it?
Tell us about things you enjoy — what you do for fun or personal satisfaction besides writing?
Are your characters/stories/scenes, etc. based on anything in real life?
Tell us one Christmas or Winter tradition that you love to do every year, and why it is so special.
Leah Moyes is from Arizona but experienced many parts of the world thanks to a career in the airlines. Now most of her time, aside from writing, is spent with her family, reading Historical Fiction novels or studying ancient cultures as a student of Archaeology.
beliefs and follow the plan God has for them. Is what they will gain worth the cost?
Top Ten List
Random Facts about Myself:
- I grew up on a farm.
- Before I turned to English, I studied Opera in college and still sing professionally part time.
- I have an unhealthy obsession with good kissing scenes in books.
- I prefer the beach over the mountains. (As long as it is warm!!!)
- I want to travel the world someday.
- I have identical twin daughters.
- I am 5+ inches taller than every other female in my family, only an inch shorter than my dad.
- I run with a friend several mornings a week, but I’m pretty darn slow.
- I drove my first tractor when I was 7.
- I can’t stand watching romances on TV, because I get embarrassed for the characters when they do something stupid, but reading about them is just fine.
Zeezrom shook his head sorrowfully. “The people are blind. They do not see the consequences of what they do. Those who lead have kept them in ignorance.” His gaze drifted toward the continued shouting. “And now the city officials look to keep their power by using the people to do their evil works. But we have no time, we must go now!”
“Where can we go? What will we do?”
“We must run or your family will surely perish. Grab your children and follow me. I will take you out of the city.” When Tabitha hesitated, Zeezrom stepped forward. “There is no time! I could not save your husband, but I will do my best to save you and the children. Come now or surely die.”
With a jerky nod, Tabitha turned and darted into the house. The rising sound of the mob shouting sped her actions. “Aminadi, Jeshua, Lydia! Come now! Kezia! We must leave!”
Kezia bustled out of the kitchen with the children in tow. All the children were wrapped in warm robes and carried a blanket. In her arms, Kezia had a basket of food and Tabitha’s coat. “Here, put this on quickly, Daughter.”
Tabitha’s eyebrows shot up.
“I heard you speaking to Zeezrom. I have had the servants prepare the children and the food. Quick. You must go.”
“Thank you, Mother.” Tabitha threw on her coat and grabbed the basket, then headed for the door. She turned momentarily and froze. Kezia continued to stand in the door of the kitchen with tears streaming down her face. “Mother? Come. Where is your coat?”
Kezia shook her head. “I cannot, Daughter. Go. I will hold off the soldiers and wait for Giddonah.”
Tabitha’s heart fell to her stomach. “No. No, you cannot stay! They will take you as well!” She hurried over to her mother-in-law. “Come with us. We will find Giddonah when things have settled down.”
Kezia shook her head, even as the children began to cry.
“Come!” Zeezrom whispered loudly from the door. “They are nearly at your step, we must go now!” His movements were jerky and frantic and Tabitha knew he was as afraid as she was.
She turned toward Kezia one more time. “Please, Mother. Come.”
Kezia cupped Tabitha’s cheek. “Go, Daughter. Know I love you and you have brought my son and I so much joy. We will meet again. Now, GO!”
Biting her lip to hold back her own tears, Tabitha nodded, grabbed Lydia’s hand and ran toward Zeezrom. “Keep up my sons. And stay quiet. Your very lives depend on it,” Tabitha whispered to her children.
Jeshua and Aminadi nodded.
“Lydia, you as well. I need you to be a quiet girl tonight.”
Lydia sniffled and rubbed her nose on her sleeve, but also nodded.
When Jasmine Fuentes finds herself thousands of miles from home, forced to hike around in the wilderness of California with a bunch of juvenile delinquents, she’s convinced she doesn’t belong.
Forage for food, build shelter, make fire—Jasmine sets out to learn what she needs to do to ace the program so she can go home and salvage her summer vacation. But the more she tries to prove she doesn’t need wilderness therapy, the more desperate her situation becomes. Confronted with life and death, she comes face to face with her past and her imperfections. Will Jasmine ask for help before it’s too late?
the author of Eruption as well as several children’s books. When she isn’t
writing, Adrienne enjoys running, hiking, and matchmaking (Are you single? She
probably knows someone perfect for you.)
and four children, who give her love, support, and plenty of good material for
I found High Sierra intriguing. Jasmine’s mother sends her to camp in Yosemite National Park during her summer break. The group hike and learn wilderness skills. At first, Jasmine feels that she doesn’t belong there with a group of troubled teens. After all, she is a straight A student, but gradually her own struggles rise to the surface. I liked that it showed what Jasmine thought and felt as she worked through wilderness challenges, and ultimately had to face her own insecurities. The author did a great job of showing what it’s like to be a teenager. Jasmine’s feelings, thoughts and inner turmoil made me stop and ponder my own challenges. It reminded me what my teen years were like. I highly recommend this book to young men and women who are looking for new perspectives on seemingly impossible problems. Although any age group can benefit too.
When we stopped in front of the Curry Village Pizza Patio, I didn’t want to get off with everyone else. How much community service would I be sentenced to if I hijacked the bus?
“C’mon, guys,” Pizza Face called, “real food.”
It was no use. I had to go. The court had already given me my freebee. A hijacking would definitely go on my permanent record. But standing up wasn’t as easy as you’d think. My legs were shaky, and my pack felt like it was full of boulders.
Because it was, actually.
The chain gang had almost reached a set of stairs on the side of the building when I was just barely stepping off the bus. A sign pointed customers of the Pizza Patio up the stairs. I didn’t think I could eat due to my depressing life, but the smell of fresh bread and Italian seasoning changed my mind.
“The restrooms are down here,” Backwoods Barbie said, looking directly at me. “Why don’t we go wash up? Whoever gets done first can order. What do you guys like? A combo?”
“No mushrooms,” Emphysema said.
“Or olives,” Michaela added.
“Or green peppers,” said Quiet Wolf.
“So just pepperoni?” Abercrombie laughed. “Sounds good. I’ll get us a table.”
We followed Backwoods Barbie inside, dropping our packs next to hers in a narrow hallway outside the restroom. I guess she wasn’t worried someone would steal them. I shrugged. If somebody was stupid enough to want them, they deserved what they got.
I barely recognized myself in the tiny bathroom mirror. My face was pretty clean, but dirt covered my bare neck and the front of my shirt. I felt strangely sentimental about the existence of paper towels, as I did the best I could to clean myself off. And running water. How could I have taken it for granted? It was so beautiful.
Michaela and Emphysema went to join the boys upstairs before I was finished, but Backwoods Barbie stayed behind with me.
“Can you believe you’ve hiked over fourteen miles in the last three days?” she asked. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?”
I glared at her out of the corner of my eyes. Was she saying that because she thought I’d never done anything physically hard before? Okay, maybe I hadn’t hiked like this, but it wasn’t like I’d just been sitting at home on the couch.
“How are you feeling?” she asked when I didn’t respond to her first stab at conversation. “You’ve been so quiet all afternoon.”
“I don’t have anything to say,” I told her. The paper towel I’d been using to scrub fell apart, so I took another from the dispenser.
“You’ve had a tough day,” she said, “but I’m impressed. You never complain, and you really pushed through, even after you fell.”
I stopped scrubbing at the dirt on my arm.
Glad you brought that up. Just in case I’d forgotten. I blew out a breath and started scrubbing again. Couldn’t she just go away and leave me alone?
“You’re the only one who decided to carry your rocks all the way down, you know.” she continued.
So we were going to talk about the rocks. Now I understood. She wanted to know why I hadn’t given them away.
“Firewalker said we could give them to him whenever we wanted…” I shut the sink off. “I didn’t want to.”
“Fair enough,” she said, smoothing her ponytail. “I just wonder why anyone would want to carry around extra weight when it’s so easy to give it up.”
Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking I was too self-righteous to admit I had problems. Wadding up the paper towel, I threw it in the trash with a vengeance.
“Carrying extra weight is what I do.” I charged past her, through the door. “Skinny people rarely understand.” Slamming my hands against the door, I stormed out. But the door didn’t swing closed behind me as I’d expected.
“Jasmine,” Backwoods Barbie called, following me into the hallway, “wait.”
Ignoring her, I pushed open the glass door.
“You’re forgetting something,” she said.
Forgetting what? Was she going to pass on some annoying Miwok wisdom? Or maybe she wanted to apologize for being skinny. I didn’t really care.
This day just needs to be over. I continued on up the stairs without looking back.
Customers stood in line under the green and white striped awning, waiting to order at the window. Others sat at hexagon shaped picnic tables with green umbrellas. My group took up two tables in a corner near a tall tree. Its branches pushed over the railing, encroaching on the umbrella’s space.
“Where’s Monica?” Pizza Face asked, before I even sat down.
I shrugged and sat at the other table, next to Noah.
“Look at that,” Quiet Wolf said, nodding toward a family that was just pulling apart a large Hawaiian. My mouth began to water as soon as I saw the stringy cheese. The sight and smell of it temporarily erased my disgruntled attitude toward life while the primeval desire to eat real food consumed me.
“How long until ours will be ready?” I asked.
“They said fifteen minutes, but that was about ten minutes ago,” Pizza Face answered.
I expected someone to acknowledge Backwoods Barbie when she came up the stairs. She should have been right behind me. What was taking her so long?
I was starting to get nervous about what she might be doing. Did it have something to do with me? My question was answered all too soon.
“Monica?” Michaela stood up and looked from the stairs to me and back again. Everyone else stood too, except Noah. We both turned around to look at the same time.
Backwoods Barbie trudged up the stairs sandwiched between two packs—hers slung over her shoulders and mine in front with her arms wrapped around it like a jumbo paper grocery bag. Abercrombie rushed over to meet her, taking my pack. Everyone else turned their stink eyes on me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
In the Midst of Winter shares ways to cope for those suffering from misunderstood chronic illnesses, and a glimpse into our daily lives for those who wish to understand. It also testifies of the Savior’s ability to reach into each heart and bring hope and renewal.
Top Ten List
10 of my favorite books
- The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
- Charlie’s Monument by Blaine M. Yorgason
- Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales
- The Black Unicorn by Terry Brooks
- The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
- The scriptures
- The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom
- The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff
- Lighten Up by Chieko Okazaki
- Willpower Is Not Enough by A. Dean Byrd and Mark D. Chamberlain
Poem from the introduction to my book
By Danice Hope
“Why did I get this illness?” I asked.
When Esther long ago was faced with a choice:
Should she endanger her own life
to ask the king to save her people?
Said Mordecai to her, “and who knoweth
whether thou art come to the kingdom
for such a time as this?”
“But it’s not fair,
it’s not what I planned for my life,” I moaned.
Said Lao-tse, a wise Chinese man,
“The world was not a setter of traps
but a teacher of valuable lessons.”
“But what can I learn from this?
I can’t even clean my home.
It’s a struggle to get up each day,” I cried.
“Bloom where you’re planted,”
said the wise woman.
“But I feel so alone,
No one understands me,” I said.
“Peace I leave with you, my peace give I unto you …
Let not your heart be troubled,
neither let it be afraid,” said Jesus.
“If you will walk with me,
I will try to learn,” I humbly said.
“I see that what matters
is what you do with what you’ve got.”