Research and Jack the Ripper

London, 1888 She’s a widow She’s being stalked Is it an admirer? Or has her past caught up with her? The Pursuit of Mrs. Pennyworth Research. Where do you draw the line? When does research for your book become research for fun? My new romantic suspense, The Pursuit of Mrs. Pennyworth, required a lot of research into Victorian London. I chose that time and place because I always think of that period and location as sinister, dark, frightening. Think Sherlock Holmes and the Agatha Christie stories. Of course, my research that led me to Jack the Ripper—my book is set …

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Excerpt from Denying the Duke

Patience gave him a sweet smile and turned to the door connecting the two rooms. Her hips swayed delightfully underneath the gown as she strolled away from him. He would really have preferred to be her lady’s maid tonight, so he could kiss each delectable inch of her skin as he removed her garments. Allowing for her innocence, Alex permitted her to go. He pulled his cravat off and tugged at the cuffs of his jacket. He’d given his valet, Thomas, the evening off. Once he’d stripped all his clothes off, he struggled with what he should wear. He preferred …

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Monday Musings

Here in tornado alley we are in the middle of our severe weather season. We’re supposed to have some storms this week. My daughter and I are flying out during this turbulent week for a panel I will sit on for high school students at Piscataway High School, where my niece is a teacher and mentor/coach for these girls. We will also visit with family while I’m there. It is always fun to connect with my sisters and their families. I want to give a big shout out and thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed Marrying the Wrong. …

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A Merry Christmas Poem

An Author’s Lament By Callie Hutton ‘Twas the night before Christmas, And the author said ‘damn’ I need to get this book Into my publisher’s hands Her children were nestled all snug in their beds, While she got two aspirins for the pain in her head, Mama in her kerchief and papa in his cap, She hoped this last revision would be but a snap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, She hopped from her laptop to see what the hell happened now! The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave a luster …

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