Posts Tagged ‘prelude to a kiss’

Erin Knightley Brings Twitter to Regency England

The Duke Can Go to the DevilFor our last day of #RegencyWeek we wished to LOL, so naturally we went to Erin Knightley, who kindly brought Twitter to Regency England and the hero and heroine of  The Duke Can Go to the Devil.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Daughter of a sea captain, possessor of own mind.

The Far East will always be home, even when temporarily

stuck in not-so-jolly old England.

 

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

   You may call me Your Grace.

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Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Met a pompous duke last night. But then again, is there any other kind? #beaumondesnobs

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Might you be referring to our disastrous meeting last night? Funny. All I remember is your legendary impertinence. #rude

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

Surprise! The @DukeofRad is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong again. I bet butting into conversations is a special talent of yours.

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Merely a talent for knowing when I’m being discredited. Is your aunt speaking to you yet? Surprised you’re on here at all…

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad My aunt would never be here — she’s still stuck in the last century. Of course, I would have thought the same of you… #oldfashioned

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay Propriety never goes out of fashion. Neither do apologies. *waits patiently*

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad LMAO! Get comfortable, because you’re going to be waiting a looong time. Oh! Unless you meant you’re waiting to apologize to *me*

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad *waits patiently*

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

I’m pleased to be attending the ball this week. Thank you to the committee for their excellent organisation of this event.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Decided to ignore me, I see. If only you’d done so last night, I wouldn’t be stuck groveling for my aunt’s mercy. >:-{

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay You’ve only yourself to blame, Miss Bradford. *Such* a pity you won’t be attending the ball. #sorrynotsorry

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Aw, was that your first “I’m sorry?” I’m honored! *frames tweet*

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay You know very well that was no apology.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Well, we both know it couldn’t have been sarcasm since, as you so condescendingly pointed out, “Sarcasm is the lowest from of wit.”

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Therefore…apology accepted. #May1Duke0

The Duke of Radcliffe @DukeOfRad

@WorldTravelerMay *scowls* I am not amused.

Mei-li Bradford @WorldTravelerMay

@DukeofRad Ah, but I am, which means I win. #quittingwhileimahead #MayOut

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Erin Knightley’s English Adventure – Part 3

In this last installment of Erin Knightley‘s adventures in England, we come back to the beginning, to that fated day when she would finally try . . . black pudding . . .

Which brings us back to the hockey puck . . .

We were staying at a delightful little bed and breakfast that was probably a good 200 years old, tucked away deep in the country. The floorboards were squeaky, the stairs precipitously steep, and the bathroom roughly the size of my broom closet. In other words, it was terribly rustic and charming. But when the kind innkeeper got it in his head that we should try his famous black pudding, well, what was a girl to do?

So I ate it. The pudding, with the oh-so-appetizing ingredient of pig’s blood, somehow passed my lips, and it was . . . not awful. Meatier than I expected, a little bready like stuffing, and not at all gelatinous like us Americans expect when encountering something called pudding. Thank God – things would have gone very differently if it had been wiggly! Still, I can now say that I have experienced it, and when my characters refer to it, you can rest assured this author knows what she’s talking about.

And no, I won’t be eating it again 😉

So wrong-side driving, a bit of rain, and one slightly embarrassing mishap involving a radiator, a sleepy, robe-wearing innkeeper, and a nearly melted television aside, this trip was truly everything I hoped it would be. I certainly hope that my writing will be that much richer in the future because of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to treat myself to a cream tea. I’ll leave the pudding to you, dear reader.

 

Come back soon, Erin! We promise we won’t make you eat pig’s blood again! WE PROMISE!!!!!

 

The Baron Next Door is out now in both paperback and ebook. The Earl I Adore releases on the 6th of January 2015  in both paperback and ebook!

Erin Knightley’s English Adventure – Part 2!

Read on for Part 2 of what happened once Erin Knightley alighted on English soil . . .

With my mother as my traveling companion and nine glorious days set aside for the experience, I anxiously awaited the trip for what it was: a dream come true. And was it ever! First things first: shortly after arriving, I met my editor, Anna, and publicist, Clara, at Fortnum and Mason for my very first tea. Oh, the decadence! Smartly attired waiters, gentle piano music in the background, personal pots of fragrant teas, and a delectable selection of finger foods. This was where I encountered that oft-mentioned treat of the Regency novels: clotted cream. My characters had eaten it, yes, but I had no idea what it actually looked like, let alone what it tasted like!

Astonished that I had never tried it, Anna and Clara watched with interest as I topped a scone. I was thinking it might be closer to whip cream, but quickly discovered it was more of a pot of buttery clouds than sweetened fluff. So rich, so creamy, so perfectly delicious – I could easily see why the lords and ladies of the ton would indulge!

Emboldened by the success, I eagerly went about experiencing even more. A tour of the Tower of London? Check! Hyde Park? Check! A spot of tea and a bun at The Pump Room in Bath? Check! We explored Sydney gardens, which was such a big part of The Earl I Adore, and we toured the Assembly Rooms, which was prominent in all three of the Prelude to a Kiss Series. We stayed in a Georgian townhome with its original 1790 kitchen (and kindly ignored the slightly burnt toast). We ogled Chatsworth and ooo’d and ahh’d our way through Blenheim Palace and Stourhead. I soaked in every detail of the fabrics, furniture, and furnishings of those glorious old homes, and paid more attention than was probably proper to the detailed and often naughty ceiling murals and statues.

It was all so very magical and wonderful (minus that one time I almost got us hit by a bus five minutes after picking up the rental car, which we’ll just pretend never happened).

 

Check back tomorrow for the final part of Erin’s trip! Does she eat the black pudding? Have we scarred her for life?!

Happy Publication Day to Laura Wright and Erin Knightley!

Happy Tuesday! And what a great one it is, because we have not one, but TWO incredible publications out today for Entice! Where do you wish to go first? The Cavanaugh Ranch or Regency England?

Have a look below and pick your (tasty) poison . . .

Branded by Laura Wright

In the small town of River Black, Texas, sits the Triple C – a working cattle ranch that sustains the town. But it also holds painful memories and shocking secrets for the Cavanaugh brothers . . .

When the Cavanaugh brothers return home for their father’s funeral, they discover unexpected evidence of the old man’s surprising double life – a son named Blue, who wants the Triple C Ranch as much as they do. The eldest son, Deacon, a wealthy businessman who couldn’t wait to leave the ranch and move on with his life, is looking to use his powerful connections to stop Blue at any cost. He never expected the ranch’s forewoman, Mackenzie Byrd, to get in his way.

Mac knows Deacon means to destroy the ranch and therefore destroy her livelihood. But as the two battle for control, their attraction builds. Now Deacon is faced with the choice of a lifetime: Take down the Triple C to feed his need for revenge, or embrace the love of the one person who has broken down every barrier to his heart.

 

The Baron Next Door by Erin Knightley

Charity Effington learned two valuable lessons from her first betrothal:


1) When one loses the attention of an earl, one gains the attention of every gossip in London
2) Despite the lingering scandal, she’s not prepared to marry for anything less than love

After an exhausting Season spent at the mercy of the whispering Ton, Bath’s first annual music festival offers Charity the perfect escape: freedom to indulge her true passion and play the pianoforte to her heart’s content. That is, until their insufferably rude, though undeniably handsome, neighbour tells her to keep the “infernal racket” to a minimum.

Hugh Danby, Baron Cadgwith, is in Bath to heal hidden wounds, both mental and physical. He may think he’s finally put an end to the noise next door, but he has no idea what he’s begun. The more he discovers about Charity, the more he finds her bothersome, vexing, and . . . inexplicably enchanting. Before long, Hugh suspects that even if his body heals, it’s his heart that might end up broken.