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Thursday, November 13, 2014

Throwback Thursday!

The internet takes a step back in time every Thursday as people around the world share old baby pictures, vintage prom and wedding photos, and other assorted oldies. Authors can share too! This Thursday meme highlights those books in your backlist.

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E. Ayers said...

What do you get when you combine America's top male county vocalist and a gal from a struggling ranch?

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"Over here. " He yanked her in another direction. "This is my private studio. This is where I can work on songs before they go to the band. Totally sound proof. No noise in or out."
A large ring dangled from the center of the ceiling. She stepped back.
"You can scream and no one will hear you."
She took another step backwards, then turned, and flew up the stairs.
"Angie? What's wrong?"
His footsteps where right behind hers. She grabbed her helmet from the table near the front door, but his hand had firmly attached itself to her wrist. She looked up into his big brown eyes.
Those eyes had narrowed. "What's wrong?"
Words stuck in her throat. She forced them out. "I'm not that kind of woman, and I'm not into kinky."
"What?" He shook his head as if trying to clear it. "You think I was trying to get you into bed?"
She stared into his eyes, but watched as a slow-smile began to spread across his boyish face.
"I was hoping we'd learn to be friends first, and that you'd teach me to ride a horse. But what would make you say kinky?"
"Th-the ring hanging from the ceiling."
He let go of her wrist and laughed until tears filled his eyes. "Glad I didn't have my whip lying around. We needed one for when I recorded Mail Order Brides." He shook his head. "The microphone gets clipped to that ring and then can be dropped to any height." He took her helmet and returned it to the table. "You're staying for dinner. I don't want to eat alone."

Rosemary Morris said...

False Pretences A Traditional Regency Novel


Still outraged about the marriage that had been arranged for her with such high-handedness, Annabelle joined her bosom friend, Viscount Hampton’s stepsister, Fanny Greenwood.
“What did the headmistress want?” Fanny demanded.
Annabelle flung herself onto the sofa. “To tell me my guardian has arranged my marriage.”
Fanny perched on the edge of the sofa without pausing to smooth her white muslin gown to prevent it from creasing. The omission indicated intense excitement, since Fanny never neglected her appearance. “Wonderful,” Fanny breathed.
“Don’t be such a goose. If your brother ordered you to marry a man you had never met, would you obey him?”
Fanny clasped her hands against her bosom. “I don’t think so, but I would give almost anything to escape from this dungeon.”
“A remarkably comfortable dungeon,” Annabelle murmured, her sense of humour coming to the fore.
“Why are you laughing, and who is your prospective bridegroom?”
“I am laughing because you are so dramatic. To answer your other question, Monsieur le Baron de Beauchamp, is many years my senior,” she explained, indignation in every syllable.
“Not de Beauchamp! I cannot believe anyone in their right mind would expect you to marry that rakehell.”
Although Annabelle was not sure of the exact meaning of the word, she knew it was a term for a dishonourable man. Her cheeks burned with indignation.
Fanny twirled one of her fat, flaxen ringlets round the forefinger of her right hand. “It is said Monsieur le Baron kisses the maids and ogles all the unmarried girls. It is even said that he is the father of more than one unfortunate babe born out of wedlock.”
Annabelle quivered with wrath at the thought of being expected to marry the baron.. The voice of reason sounded in her brain. Surely her guardian would not have decided on her marriage to such a man. “Fanny, are you sure about this?”
Fanny nodded vehemently.

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