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Falling In Love With Your Best Friend

Monday, February 25th, 2013
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Dear Readers

You’re in love with your best friend. What would that be like? Fabulous if your love is returned, not so good if it isn’t! Don’t you just love ‘friends to lovers’ romances?

In my, soon to be released third book in the Invitation To series, INVITATION TO PASSION, that’s the situation my heroine, Madeline Knight, finds herself in. She’s in love with her best friend, Richard John Craven, the twin brother of Anthony James Craven, Lord Wickham; from book one, Invitation to Ruin.

Richard and Maddy have a very unconventional relationship considering it’s the early 1800’s. Richard has been Maddy’s friend and protector since she was a child of thirteen, when he saved ‘the traitors daughter’ from the neighboring bullies. He is ten years older than her and sees her more as the littleInvitation to Passion (final) @ 800 high res sister he never had.

Madeline’s only sibling, Rufus Knight, Lord Strathmore, is Richard’s best friend. Rufus was never home while she was growing up as he was off trying to clear their father of treason (read book two, Invitation to Scandal). Richard was her substitute brother until she turned seventeen and became a woman. That’s when she viewed Richard in an altogether different light!

I tried to imagine what it must be like to suddenly have deeper and inappropriate feelings for a best friend. If you act on those feelings and they aren’t reciprocated, it could ruin everything. But if you don’t, you might miss out on something wonderful.

I took that decision away from Maddy. Richard and Madeline are forced to marry (read the book to find out why). It was scary, but also fun, wondering how they both would act on their wedding night. Madeline was nervous but excited, Richard was..? What would he have felt?

I asked a couple of my male best-friends how they would feel if faced with having to bed their female friends. What do you think they said? A very typical response from all of them.

“Is she good looking?”

I said, “Of course – she’s beautiful.”

“No problems at all then.”

“What about if it ruined the friendship?” I asked.

They simply shrugged! “We’d work past it.”

Men! I wonder if it says more about my male friends!

Anyway, here’s a snippet of INVITATION TO PASSION, due out April 2013…

…Richard moved and retook his seat opposite Madeline. “That’s my girl. Are you feeling up to discussing our situation?”

“I’m quite composed, thank you.”

He nodded. “Good.” Sitting forward in his chair he leaned his elbows on his knees and cupped his chin in his hands. Earnestly he spoke. “I will try to make the next few days as painless as possible for you. The wedding will take place here at Hascombe, in two days time.”

“So soon?”

“Rufus thinks that is best.”

“My brother is probably happy to see me wed and off his hands. Now he can have Rheda all to himself.”

Richard sighed. “That’s a bit mean, Maddy. Rufus loves you and is only thinking of your reputation.”

“You must think me very ungrateful.”

“Not at all. You forget, sweeting, I know you very well. I’ve watched you grow in to a beautiful young woman.” He heard her breath hitch.

“Beautiful?”

He chuckled. “I remember telling you many years ago that one day I’d have to protect you from the male of the species. I just didn’t think it would be me.”

A gorgeous flush raced up her décolleté, but a frown marred her features.

Invitation-to-Scandal300“Hmmm, that leads me onto a question.” He watched her fidget. This couldn’t be good.

“Go on. You know you can always ask me anything. Nothing will change our friendship. I won’t let it,” he added sternly.

“That’s part of the problem. Friendship. I am rather curious about how our relationship will be after we marry.”

“I suspect it will be much the same as it is now…”

Her pinkish flush turned into a full blush. “Umm, I’m not sure you fully understand my concern. We will be husband and wife…Will you expect us to behave as such?”

Richard let a wolfish smile envelop his lips. “Are you referring to the fact that you will have to share my bed? I’m sure I’ll cope, sweeting. I have had a bit of experience in this area.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A bit?”

He had to laugh at her affronted reply. That’s what he loved about his relationship with Maddy. They had always been able to talk about anything. His InvitationtoRuinlaugh died. He hoped their marriage would not change that. “I know you. You’re not one to hide your thoughts from me. What is it you’re really concerned about?”

Her eyes became pleading. “I want children. I want a lot of children.”

Richard shrugged. “I still do not grasp the problem…”

“You won’t expect the marriage to be in name only then.”

“Bloody hell. Where on earth did you get that idea? I suspect we will live as most husbands and wives do.”

She sat up straighter and looked him in the eye. “I don’t want to be bedded out of obligation or duty”-

-“You think I’d bed you because you’re an obligation? A beautiful woman? Come now, Maddy. You know me better than that.” She remained silent. Where in God’s name would she have got this absurd notion from? “You’re beautiful. Bedding you will be no obligation. It will be my pleasure. Our mutual pleasure.”

“Mother and Rheda have already told me I’ll have nothing to worry about on my wedding night. That I should leave everything to you and that no doubt I’ll enjoy your attentions.” She wrung her hands. “But you mentioned that our marriage will be like most other marriages. What if I don’t please you?”

“Please me? As in the bedroom?”

She nodded seriously.

“I taught you how to shoot and ride astride. You’re better than most men I know. You’re a fast learner. How can you not please me when you’ll have the best teacher?” he hoped his teasing tone would allay her fears.

“I know your heart belongs to another. What if… what if you grow tired of bedding me?” She raised a hand at his sound of outrage. “Promise me one thing.”

“Maddy you’re being silly”-

-“I know your reputation, Richard. You have enjoyed a lot of women. I don’t see how I’ll hold a man of your—appetites—interested when I don’t own your heart. Promise me that when you no longer enjoy my bed that you’ll tell me. I couldn’t bear to hear you’ve taken a mistress from anyone else. The one thing I’ve treasured most in our friendship Richard, is the fact you’ve never lied to me or hidden the truth from me—even if the subject was unpleasant. Rufus would most likely hit the roof if he knew some of the things I’ve asked and you’ve answered with no hesitation. Being stuck in the country, growing up alone, I can’t tell you what your honesty meant to me. It gave me the world even if I couldn’t see it, or be a part of it.”

“I’ll show you the world if you’ll let me.”

Isn’t the cover beautiful? Thanks, Carrie of Seductive Designs.

INVITATION TO PASSION is out in April 2013…

My First Contemporary – Why Italy? Why a Conte?

Sunday, January 27th, 2013

It’s a brilliantly warm summer’s day here in New Zealand. I’m on holiday but I’m doing some writing this morning, then I shall hit the pool for a few lengths, and finish the day with a stroll through the grape vines at sunset. Sounds beautiful doesn’t it?

It’s the type of day I imagine my hero and heroine from my latest release, THE RELUCTANT WIFE, experience all the time. Why? Because my story is set in Italy, in a Tuscan villa, and the hero is a Conte.  Conte Dante Lombardi who is the sexiest thirty three year old head of a Corporate Empire, on two legs. Unfortunately he’s also married. To Abby Taylor.

Their marriage started off pretty rocky, but they both learned what’s truly important in life- the time we spend with our loved ones…

Abby Taylor walked out on her irresistible husband three years ago. Now she has no choice but to return to Italy to ask him for a favor. To pay for her grandmother’s heart operation she needs his money, but it comes with strings attached.

Conte Dante Lombardi has it all—an Italian villa, a successful family business, and a noble title. But he needs a child to carry on his legacy and time is running out. He also hopes to satisfy the desire Abby rouses in him.

As Abby uncovers why he’s in such a hurry for a child, she falls in love with him again … just as she realizes it might be impossible to keep her end of the deal.

…an intense, passionate rollercoaster of a love story—just perfect!
USA TODAY bestselling author Natalie Anderson

This is my first contemporary. As you all know, I usually write historical romances (and I still do), but I wanted to write something that was personal to me and I couldn’t set it in the Regency era (read the book to see why). For a long time I tried to ignore Dante and Abby as they stormed about in my head, but eventually I realised I wanted to tell their story. As it happens, it was very cathartic.  I went on a journey along with my characters.

It’s a story about love – surprise! Not really that much of a surprise as it’s a romance. But it’s a story about what we will sacrifice, what we will hide from, and what we are scared to face when it comes to love, especially if what we know can hurt the people we love.

I set my story in Italy when I saw a picture of the Italian football (soccer) team. Dante came roaring into my head and proclaimed himself an Italian Conte – what was I to do? He was so handsome, a lot arrogant, but with such a big heart I couldn’t bring myself to make him leave. Then when he told me about his troubles, I just wanted to hug him.

Dante was thrown into responsibility at the age of twenty. His father died young and suddenly he had a huge corporate empire to manage, a large extended family to take care of, and a mother who was distraught with grief at a relatively young age-39. He saw what the death of his father did to his family and when his latest test results indicate an abnormality, he fears he might die young like his father and grandfather before him. What would that mean to his family? If he dies without an heir, the family loses the title and the estate that goes with it.

What would you do if faced with this situation? You’d want to protect your family and the people you love.  He is so used to shouldering everyone’s troubles he forgets that those who love him would do the same. Instead, he decides to ensure his estranged wife comes back to him and provides him an heir. But he thinks it would be selfish to make her fall in love with him again. He saw what his father’s death did to his mother. Abby is still in her twenties. He wants her to be able to move on with her life and marry again.  He’ll sacrifice his own happiness to ensure her future happiness.

So silly, but then that’s men for you. They put their family’s needs first and want to fix everything themselves! Here’s an excerpt which highlights Dante’s way of dealing with his private life…

When the knock on the door came, she was prepared. She stayed on the balcony and hardened her heart. There was no way she’d waste one tiny piece of her heart on a man who categorically stated he didn’t “do love.”

“Come in, Dante.”

She heard his footsteps across the bedroom tiles. Then large, warm hands massaged her shoulders. “You didn’t run far this time, cara.”

“I wasn’t running.”

She felt a sense of loss when Dante removed his hands. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket. “Interesting choice of hotel.” He looked over at the bed. “Abby,” he said with corrosive lightness, “I remember many pleasant hours spent in a bed similar to this.”

“Obviously not pleasant enough or you would have come looking for me.”

“Frankly, I was too bloody angry. If after everything I’d given you… You didn’t even leave me a good-bye note.”

Guilt crushed her tension-filled shoulders. “I didn’t think you’d care. Actions speak louder than words. You didn’t even care enough to call my grandmother to find out if I was all right.”

“I did call, Abby. I called every day for weeks.”

“Nana didn’t pass on any messages.”

“At first your grandmother told me you didn’t wish to speak with me. Then she told me you’d gone traveling and she didn’t know how to contact you.”

A shiver chilled her spine, and she closed her eyes momentarily. If only she’d known…

“There was a time I thought that if I gave you your space, you might come back on your own. That living with me, sharing my life and my bed, wasn’t so terrible.” His clear blue eyes met hers. “But obviously I was mistaken. You only returned when you needed something from me. ”

I hope you pick up THE RELUCTANT WIFE and follow Abby and Dante’s struggle to work out their marriage.  The HEA is worth the journey.

Giveaway: Leave a comment telling me where in Italy you’d love to visit and why, and I’ll draw one lucky winner who’ll receive a copy of my May 2012 Regency historical, Invitation to Scandal, in book or eBook format.

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About Bron:

New Zealander Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She’s always indulged her love for story-telling, and is constantly gobbling up movies, books and theatre. Her head is filled with characters and stories, particularly lovers in angst. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer?

She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Her debut Regency romance, Invitation to Ruin won the RomCon 2012 Readers Crown Best Historical and was an RT Reviewers’ Choice Nominee Best First Historical 2011. To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield was a FINALIST in the Kindle Book Review Indie Romance Book of the Year 2012. Look out for her first Entangled Publishing Indulgence released Dec 2012, The Reluctant Wife.

Bronwen loves hearing from avid romance readers at romance@bronwenevans.com
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Isn’t It Ironic….

Monday, September 24th, 2012
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I was reading the newspaper this morning and I read the tragic news that a New Zealander has been killed while walking through Kew Gardens in London, England. It was a terribly stormy day and a large tree branch snapped off and killed her.

Now if you know anything about New Zealand, it’s that we get a lot of wind.  A lot of WIND. I live in the Wellington, nicknamed the windy city. My last two flights into Wellington airport, this month, have seen us landing in 80kph and 100kph winds. I feel so sorry for this unnamed woman and her family. How ironic to travel to the other side of the world to be killed by a falling tree in a storm.

One thing we strive for as authors is to ensure we have believable story lines. How believable would the above situation be if I’d simply written that story line in a book? I hear you using the word, ‘contrived’!

In my latest Brava release, Invitation to Scandal, May 2012, I had to find a way for my hero, Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore, to find my heroine Rheda Kerrich, with a barrel of unstamped (smuggled) brandy. Hmmmm–without looking contrived.

I came up with the idea of her trying to deliver a barrel to her friend, widowed Meg, and wouldn’t you know it, ironically she gets trapped by the barrel. Here’s the scene…

Like every other aspect of her day, Rheda was denied her wish. The rider pulled on the reins, and the powerful steed came to a sliding halt in the middle of the road, gravel spraying through the air.

Her shoulders drooped. “Perfect,” she uttered to no one but herself.

The stallion pranced on the road in tune to the pounding surf, its owner stroking its neck with a large gloved hand. He took in her situation and seemed to whisper something in his horse’s ear. Rheda licked her lips nervously. Would he be friend or foe?

The pair trotted across the field in her direction and halted in front of her.

“Are you in need of assistance?” His voice was velvety smooth, yet commanding.

She saw two dark eyes rimmed with lovely long eyelashes, and a wide soft mouth. With a mouth that soft he would be very responsive. She might even be able to control him. The stallion before her was impressive. He would make a fine mate for her mare, Desert Rose.

“He won’t bite,” the man added, misinterpreting her interest in his horse as fear.

With some reluctance she lifted her gaze to the owner of such a beautiful piece of horseflesh. Her heart tumbled in her chest, flipping and flopping as if caught in the thundering surf behind her.

Beautiful.

She shook her head. The word applied equally to the stallion’s rider. She had never seen such an arresting man. Her pulse hitched as she drank him in, the pain from the barrel momentarily forgotten. When she reached his dark eyes she shivered. He had a look of danger about him.

His eyes were almost the same color as his horse’s glossy coat, a luminous rich brown. His breeze-swept chestnut hair was fashionably cut and softened the hard planes of his handsome face. His countenance screamed he was a man not to be messed with.

Like his regal mount when he sought his mares, this man could mesmerize any female he chose to conquer—she was sure of it.

Rheda tried to move her foot so the pain would distract her from the knowledge that this man’s beauty disturbed her more than it should.

To hide her reaction to him she bit out a reply. “Of course I need some help.”

His good looks sharpened as anger washed over his face. She bit her bottom lip anxiously. Pain did not lend her to manners, but with nothing more than a blink his anger disappeared to be replaced by a heart-skipping smile. He looked truly splendid.

“You appear to be stuck.” His expression turned curious and his voice held amusement. Yet underneath his cool, refined composure there simmered a dangerous, exciting energy.

She would not be intimidated. She raised her head in a show of daring. Rheda Kerrich did not frighten easily. Besides, the man wore the appearance of a gentleman, not the uniform of a Revenuer. Rheda usually found gentlemen easy to handle. Men rarely kept up with her sharp wit, and her intelligence baffled them. They could not tell if she was joking at their expense. It was enough to drive most away.

Fueled by this logic, she uttered, “Oh, well done. What great powers of deduction.” He still did not move. “Do not just sit there. Get off your fine mount and help me move this barrel.”

Her boldness hid the small tremors of fear pulsing through her blood. They were alone on a deserted road. She was now at the mercy of this stranger.

He dismounted in one graceful move. Standing, he stood head and shoulders above her. His broad shoulders were garbed in an expensive riding coat that looked like he’d slept in it, but the covering could not camouflage the muscled physique hidden beneath. The cut molded and enhanced. He radiated strength. This man was not a typical aristocratic fop.

She should be careful.

Her gaze dropped and took in his powerful thighs. She followed them down to where they disappeared into knee-high boots, covered in a fine layer of dust. He must have ridden some distance. Where was this beautiful stranger from?

Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

She glanced back to his face, held speechless for once in her life by the power of his beauty.

He finally spoke. “You are uncommonly rude to a person who has stopped to offer assistance.” His tone implied hurt.

“You have been here several minutes,” she said between clenched teeth, “and yet you still have not made a move to help.”

He walked toward her. “How rude of me. I’m Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore, at your service,” and he bowed low.

I’m sure ironic things happen around us every day. So, I’m no longer going to read a story and say, ‘that would never happen’, or ‘that sounds a little too neat’. Life isn’t neat.  It’s messy and unpredictable.

What’s the most ironic thing that’s happened to you lately? Or that you’ve heard about? Share a story and be in to win a copy (either book or eBook format) of Invitation to Scandal. Open internationally, closes Sunday 30th September.

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Monday, August 27th, 2012
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It feels like ages since I last chatted with you! That’s because I’ve been flying around the world and visiting the beautiful, but hot, USA.

I started in LA for the Romance Writers of America conference. I had such fun meeting my fellow Brava authors, Mia Marlowe, Rebecca Zanetti, Mary Wine and Joan Swan.  There were over two thousand writers at the conference and I have to say it was amazing to meet my idols, Lorraine Heath, Shana Galen, Joanna Bourne and Courtney Milan. (Rebecca and I at Kensington cocktail night RWA).

I then traveled on to Las Vegas where I had my first Barnes and Noble book signing. Here’s a picture of me and the other authors at the signing. Everyone was really friendly and it was lovely to hear how much my readers loved Invitation to Ruin. Did you know that Invitation to Ruin WON the RomCon Readers Crown 2012 for Best Historical? Thank you to all the readers who loved it. I hope you enjoy Invitation to Scandal as much. (I’m bottom right sitting down).

Speaking of my readers, I have some exciting news and prizes. I’m launching my search for Bron’s  ‘?’ Street Team.

 For those of you not familiar with what a Street Team is, it’s a group of people who are on the “in” of promoting my work/me. They’re people who share the book love, who go above and beyond, and pretty much think my Regency World stories are fabulous. You love them so much that when it comes to my bookish stuff and getting the word out you’re like 007 – you’re on the case, shakin’ not stirred!

As a founding member of Bron’s ? Street Team, you’ll get to help me replace the ? – What should my Street Team be called?

Suggest a name and the winning entry in the competition to NAME my Street Team will earn a $50 Gift Card from B&N or Amazon.

  •  Once we have the name, I’ll create an exclusive blog button identifying you as a member of Bron’s ? Street Team.
  • I’ll send you a ‘Reading is Sexy’ tank top with a personal note from Bronwen
  • A voucher for a FREE eBook novella in Bron’s Wicked Wager Trilogy
  • For those of you who are bloggers, you’ll get ARC’s of each new title before the other bloggers get it.
  • All active members will be listed in the acknowledgement section of my next book – Invitation to Passion (released spring 2013).
  • A chance to name a character after you in one of my books.
  • A chance to win autographed books from various authors (not just me) in one off draws for Street Team members only. All Street Team members will be automatically entered.
  • A drawing each release month for a $25  gift card with TWO WINNERS!
  • A date with Hugh Jackman. Just kidding, but if I ever get to meet him I’ll ask for you though.
  • An invite to my Facebook ? Street Team group when it’s set up – we need a name first-where we can chat about everything and anything, including fun street tactics. It’s a place where I’ll be happy to answers any questions about writing, the business, or my books – or your books.

And the best for last, help me reach the top 50 of the NY Times Best Sellers list and I’ll draw two of my active Street Team members to come and stay for 5 nights in my Hawke’s Bay ‘Beach Vines’ villa in New Zealand.  It overlooks the sea, set in amongst vineyards and has a swimming pool. That’s airfares (from where you live, to where I live) and accommodation! That’s some prize to win. Come and see where I create my stories. Take a look at the view! The prize is open until I make it into the top 50 of the NY Times list.  A big ask, but we can do it!

Read full details and responsibilities on my website:

http://www.bronwenevans.com/contactbron/streetteam.html

Act fast. I’m only accepting the first 100 fans who complete this first mission in a Vin Diesel style. Fast and Furious.

Thanks everyone!

Title Twisting

Monday, August 6th, 2012
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Update: Everyone who commented was a winner! You should receive an email from me shortly to learn whether you prefer Kindle or Nook for your TOUCH OF A LADY!

I saw an article recently about “Title Poetry.” The author went to her bookshelves and pulled out a few titles to combine to create a verse of sorts. It’s not exactly a haiku, not a limerick or a sonnet. Heck, it’s not really poetry at all, but it’s fun to see if you can tie romance titles together to suggest a poem. Here’s what a I did with a few Brava titles:

The Touch of a Scoundrel Tempted a Mistress by Mistake,
Invitation to Scandal meant Unexpected Pleasures.

The books I used are:
TOUCH OF A SCOUNDREL by moi,
TEMPTED by Rebecca Zanetti
MISTRESS BY MISTAKE by Maggie Robinson
INVITATION TO SCANDAL by Bronwen Evans
UNEXPECTED PLEASURES by Mary Wine

I cheated just a bit by adding a couple small words, but you get the idea. Wanna play? Go to you bookshelf and see if you can put together a few titles to create a little romance poem. Because this requires some time and effort on your part, I’ll give a copy of my enovella TOUCH OF A LADY to the first 10 who share their ‘title poem’ with us. Be sure to give us the authors of the books as well. 

And don’t forget! TOUCH OF A SCOUNDREL is in bookstores now!

touch of a Scoundrel by Mia Marlowe

Click to order!

 

Marlowe wraps up her paranormal Victorian series with a lighthearted romance between a con artist and a psychic. Griffin Nash, Lord Devonwood, manifests the Preston family gift by seeing 12 hours into the future after handling objects others have touched. Devon’s younger brother, Teddy, arrives home with untitled American Emmaline Farnsworth, whom he hopes to marry, and her ailing Egyptologist father. Emma and her companion are actually scheming to get Teddy’s family to fund a fake archeological expedition. When Devon’s chance brush with Emma’s sketching pencil yields an image of them kissing, he lets attraction and the inevitability of his visions trump his concern for his brother’s feelings. Devon’s “Sendings” make delightful teasers for later passionate scenes, and the inner conflicts among Emma’s secret agenda, her natural kindness, and her new feelings of desire provide very effective tension. Tight, sharp banter and a well-structured secondary plot make the story bigger than the average socialite comedy of manners. ~ Publishers Weekly

The winner is ……. CatS! I’ve emailed you privately CatS. You’ve won a copy of Invitation to Scandal.

I’m talking about villains – those characters we love to hate.  There are villains and then there are villains. For instance, you would have to call both Salvatore brothers (Vampire Dairies) villains, they are in fact killers. But Damon in particular captures my heart. He’s so torn. He never wanted to be a vampire. Stefan turned him against his will, and yet, of the two brothers, he became the most evil. He tries hard to be good and to win Elena’s heart, yet falls at every turn, only to redeem himself and repeat the cycle.

Then there are truly evil villains with no redeeming characteristics at all, such as Darken Rahl from Legends of the Seeker. He is simply about power, money and greed. He doesn’t care who he has to hurt, kill, or destroy to achieve his aim of ruling the world. He’s totally unlikeable, in fact, very easy to hate. You are rooting for him to get his comeuppance and are right there with the Seeker shoving the blade through his dark heart.

I must admit I’m partial to both types of villains (if the story is done well). Let’s face it; most of us ladies love the bad boy. The man we can still see a glimmer of good in if only we could love him he might reform. However, I do love a story where it starts with a man very evil, like Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix) in the Gladiator. He was creepy, a bit disturbed and evil to his core. I loved watching him get beaten.

My villain in INVITATION TO SCANDAL (May 2012) is truly evil. You don’t learn his identity until near the end of the story, and I did that so it would be more fun and interesting for the reader. I always find hidden evil is far more interesting in any story, be it a movie, TV program or book! I love being able to try and follow clues or hints from the writer as to who the baddie might be and I’m extra happy when I’m surprised.

Then again, sometimes I like knowing who the villain is from the start so I can take satisfaction from watching him be destroyed. Rufus Swell’s character in A Knight’s Tale, was like that for me. I loved watching him get beaten at the end. Having seen how he treated everyone from the beginning made me really want him to lose.

In Invitation to Scandal, I don’t promise to surprise you, but I hope you are at least unsure of the villain’s identity for most of the book.  Drop me a line and let me know at which chapter you guessed who the spy in Invitation to Scandal is.

Today I’m giving away a copy of Invitation to Scandal. Tell me who you think is the sexiest villain (male or female) and which villain you’d like to personally redeem. I pick Damon Salvatore. I’ll draw the winner on Sunday 3 June and its open internationally.

PLUS – don’t forget my Invitation to Romance blog tour is still on. You still have a chance to collect all the clues and win a $200 Gift Card from Amazon or B&N, as well as a collection of 30 signed books from various historical romance authors. Visit my website www.bronwenevans.com for more details.

Invitation to Scandal’s First Review…

Sunday, March 25th, 2012
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The first review of INVITATION TO SCANDAL is in

RT Book Review
INVITATION TO SCANDAL
by Bronwen Evans

Genre: England, Historical Romance
Sensuality: HOT
Setting: England 1809

RT Rating 4 Stars

With snappy dialogue, lively action, a hero that believes in honor above all and a strong heroine who loves fiercely, Evans’ story will have readers laughing and crying, savoring every scene.

Rheda Kerrich has been helping the townspeople and trying to hold on to the family home for her brother in her own unconventional way, as local smuggler “Dark Shadow.” She has one last shipment to deal with before retirement, but then Rheda gets stuck under a barrel of French brandy and is found by Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore.

He is immediately attracted to Rheda, thinking she is a simple village girl. Rufus is in Kent to find the smuggler and decides to seduce Rheda, but he will not rest until he finds the Dark Shadow — the only one who can clear his father of treason. But the closer he gets to Rheda and the truth, the more dangerous things become. (BRAVA, May, 320 pp., $15.00)

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Reviewed By: Jill Brager

Invitation to Scandal is set in the coastal village of Deal, Kent, a notorious smugglers’ stomping ground. I thought of the premise for the book when I read a Daniel Defoe poem about smuggling and it mentions Deal.

“If I had any satire left to write,
Could I with suited spleen indite,
My verse should blast that fatal town,
And drown’d sailors’ widows pull it down;
No footsteps of it should appear,
And ships no more cast anchor there.
The barbarous hated name of Deal shou’d die,
Or be a term of infamy;
And till that’s done, the town will stand
A just reproach to all the land”

Daniel Defoe 17th Century

But I thought to make it more interesting, the smuggler would be female. There were so few ways a LADY could make a living in the early 1800′s and it seemed logical, given Rheda Kerrick lived near Deal, that she’d devise a means to save her brother’s inheritance.

Of course she’d not counted on the devilishly handsome, Viscount Strathmore, Rufus Knight, deciding that the smuggler called Dark Shadow, her, was the key to clearing his father’s name. Nor did she expect his wicked attempts at seduction to have her craving his touch…

Here’s an excerpt – Rufus has helped to free Rheda from being trapped by a very large barrel of French brandy…

Rheda’s eyes slowly flickered open, and she saw a canopy of blue sky above her. For several minutes, while she recovered her senses, she lay on the fragrant grass, enjoying the sunshine and the sensation of firm, strong hands expertly stroking her legs . . .

She bolted into a sitting position and tried to slap off the far-too-familiar hands.

“What do you think you are doing?” she forced out in a wobbly voice, her body heating with shame. She’d actually been taking pleasure in his touch. She tried to gather her legs to her chest, but his hands tightened around her ankles.

“I am merely trying to help the blood flow back into your limbs.” He flashed a smile so roguish it had Rheda nearly succumbing to his charm. Then he added, “It has been the most pleasant of tasks. You have extremely pretty legs.”

Don’t blush. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

 “Shall I continue?” Without waiting for a reply he slid his long, lean fingers up under her dress.

She followed their path with her eyes. She seemed frozen—his touch calming her into submission—much as her touch did with her horses. He stroked up her stocking-covered leg, the sensation very seductive. It was shockingly so, once his fingers met the bare skin of her thigh.

Rheda felt a sudden warmth pool in her stomach. She had never experienced such a purely primal, feminine reaction to a man’s touch before. But then she’d never allowed any man such freedom with her person.

She dragged her gaze from his hands, up his broad chest and wide shoulders, onward past his perfectly tied cravat.  This man was too handsome for her own good. Like a poisonous eel, he looked harmless, but a touch could be deadly.

His eyes darkened, reminding her of the hot chocolate she’d drunk this morning. They locked with hers, causing heat to sear along her nerve endings, where previously she’d had no feeling at all.

“Your legs may experience some tingling once the circulation starts working properly.”

Oh, she tingled all right.

“That is enough, thank you.” He did not loosen his grip on her ankles. “My legs are perfectly fine.”

“Now that I have freed you,” he said in a voice as smooth as the fine French brandy she held in her barrel, “you will return the favor by helping me.”

The hairs on her arms prickled. This could not be good. If he discovered her true identity, it would get back to Daniel. If that happened, Daniel would definitely put an end to her activities. She needed more time . . . Not only that, they could be in serious trouble, accused of participating in free trade.

His next words threw her off balance.  “You’re very tempting, you know.” His voice and the fire in his teasing eyes were having a similar seductive effect as the alcohol would have.

Who was she fooling? She’d been off balance the minute he’d gazed upon her.

“Your beauty cannot be disguised by these rags. I see someone has given you fine silk stockings, your lover perhaps. He must be a wealthy man.”

“I have no lover.”  Rheda could tell by the quirk of his brow that he did not believe her. A woman dressed as she was, with hidden silk stockings. No wonder he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. She shook her head. “Besides, I had nothing to do with the face God bestowed on me. It is not meant to entice you. I cannot help how I look.”

He nodded. “No more than I can help wanting to glory in it.”

With those husky words, he rose over her, slowly pressing her back into the fresh green grass. She felt every inch of his lean, hard body, and his masculine scent filled her nostrils. Rheda’s body betrayed her, welcoming the feel of him; the aroma of sandalwood and virile man became a heady rush that enhanced all her senses.

His lips hovered by her ear as he ran his hand slowly up the inside of her leg. His fingers found the top of her thigh, and with a small cry, she pushed her hands against his shoulders and squirmed beneath him. She tried to twist away from his touch, but he captured her wrists in his other hand and thrust them on the ground above her head.

“Come now, do not play coy with me. You are old enough to know the games men and women play. I would give you great pleasure. I would satisfy you more than any of your other lovers.”

 She’d had no other lovers. How could she make him believe that?

Before she could respond, his lips found hers in a drugging kiss. The slight stubble around his chin was abrasive on her skin—Rheda decided she liked the feeling. He played with her lower lip, sucking it between his, gently nipping. It made her light-headed. His tongue probed the entrance to her mouth until she surrendered and opened to him. His tongue swept in, and a tremor rocked her. He tasted divine. Like the waves crashing on the rocks, something wild and wanton unlocked and broke free. She embraced the madness his kiss was unleashing within her.

She’d never experienced a kiss like it. With each heaving breath she could feel her breasts pushing against a solid wall of muscle, and to her horror, her nipples hardened. Her gasp formed a tangled knot in her throat. She could not speak. She could only feel the heat of his hand burning her skin where he touched her, igniting bewildering forces in her blood.

Finally he drew back. “What is your name?” he murmured as he lightly tickled the back of her knee.

Rheda’s brain spun. She could not give him her name; things had gone too far. She could barely think with his hand stroking her leg. Her heated skin turned maddeningly sensitive to his touch. It was humiliating to have one’s body react wantonly at the mere touch of a stranger, even if he was the most attractive man she’d ever clapped eyes upon. She shivered and jerked involuntarily, the movement causing his muscled thigh to slip between her legs.

He flashed a smile full of sin and pressed his thigh against the most intimate part of her. Sizzling warmth flooded her lower body, making her burn with mortification. Her heart pounded in a frantic beat as she realized for the first time in her life she was aroused—aroused and infuriated.

“Do not . . . Get your hands off me.”

Ignoring her words, Lord Strathmore’s lips pressed lightly to her neck and he whispered, “Where did you get the barrel?”

There is another excerpt on my website. Be one of the first to win a signed coy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL. Simply tell me in which county in England Deal is situated (I think it’s mentioned above).

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I hope my American friends had a wonderful Thanks Giving last week, and you’re not too stuffed full of Turkey!

I must be becoming more American with my foray into the publishing world, as I felt like I should be celebrating Thanks Giving too. So I cooked myself some chicken (couldn’t find turkey – usually arrives in the supermarkets in New Zealand for Christmas), and had my own little Thanks Giving dinner.  I gave thanks for my supportive family, my wonderful friends, my terrific readers, my agent and editor, and my writing buddies.

We had nothing as exciting as Thanks Giving happen this past weekend in New Zealand, except an election. Yip, it was our three yearly election of a new Government – in this case the re-election of our current National Party Government. If you’re interested in learning about New Zealand politics click here – I warn you, with a population of only around four million people, it’s not very exciting.

HOWEVER, my other big news it that INVITATION TO RUIN has received a RT Reviewer’s Choice Award Nomination for Best First Historical 2011.  

See the full list here.

Here was Jill’s original review:

Genre: England, Historical Romance
Sensuality: HHHHH HOT
Setting: 1808 London

Here’s a fast-paced story filled with snappy dialogue, action and a tortured hero that will delight the reader as much as he delights the heroine. A strong heroine, some wonderful secondary characters and a villain who is truly evil help move the story forward. Readers will laugh and cry as they and the protagonists learn that your past does not necessarily dictate your future and that love heals all wounds.
Anthony Craven, the Earl of Wickham, aka The Lord of Wicked, is about to pursue his favorite pastimes, sin and vice. On his way to his assignation he winds up in the wrong room, that of Miss Melissa Goodly, a 21-year-old virgin. When they’re caught, Anthony has no choice but to marry Melissa. Many hope that this is just what Anthony needs to turn him from his current path of self-destruction. Anthony leaves Melissa on their wedding night. Each time they are in the same room Anthony’s attraction for his wife grows, but he has vowed to never father a child in order to end what he believes is the evil in the family bloodline. The only thing Melissa hopes for out of this marriage is a child. She is determined to break through Anthony’s icy reserve. When a dark shadow from Anthony’s past kidnaps Melissa, he might lose her before he has a chance to tell her that he has fallen in love with her.
Reviewed By: Jill Brager

 

I have also received the cover flats for INVITATION TO SCANDAL.

Here’s the cover (I have to show you again as I love it!)
Want a little taste of Invitation to Scandal?

“You’re very tempting, you know.” Rufus’s voice and the fire in his teasing eyes were having a similar seductive effect as the alcohol would have.

Who was she fooling? Rheda had been off balance the minute he’d gazed upon her.

“Your beauty cannot be disguised by these rags. I see someone has given you fine silk stockings, your lover perhaps. He must be a wealthy man.”

“I have no lover.”

Rheda could tell by the quirk of his brow that he did not believe her. A woman dressed as she was, with hidden silk stockings. No wonder he had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

She shook her head. “Besides, I had nothing to do with the face God bestowed on me. It is not meant to entice you. I cannot help how I look.”

He nodded. “No more than I can help wanting to glory in it.”

With those husky words, he rose over her, slowly pressing her back into the fresh green grass. She felt every inch of his lean, hard body, and his masculine scent filled her nostrils. Rheda’s body betrayed her, welcoming the feel of him; the aroma of sandalwood and virile man became a heady rush that enhanced all her senses.

“Come now, do not play coy with me. You are old enough to know the games men and women play.  I would give you great pleasure.  I would satisfy you more than any of your other lovers.”

She’d had no other lovers.

How could she make him believe that?…

You can read more about INVITATION TO SCANDAL on my website. Invitation to Scandal is released in April 2012.

Next month I’ll have a copy to give away, so check my blog after Christmas. I hope you have a good one BTW!

Heroes: You Have to Love Them! + Giveaway

Monday, September 26th, 2011
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Have you noticed that romantic hero traits usually don’t differ across the genres?  There is a certain type of man we all fall in love with. Sure, we usually write them as tall, gorgeous and charismatic, but we like them to have substance when they open their mouths.

We love our heroes to be, compassionate, intelligent, humorous, selflessness, tough but tender, determined, and fearless when it comes to protecting the ones he loves.

If we delve deeper across genres, those qualities morph into other differences. Some books call for the hero to be extremely wealthy and domineering (Harlequin Modern), or they have special powers like shape-shifting (Urban Fantasy), or they are over the top aggressive alpha males (Paranormal), or the beta male who quietly gets on and saves the heroine without too much fuss (HMB Super Romance), or, as in historicals, they are an extremely arrogant peer of the realm.

In the Regency period, the period I write in, heroes tend to be very alpha. Not always, but it’s hard to have a believable peer of the realm who is not alpha. The world lay at their feet. It was hard not to get a god like complex, or at least become extremely confident.

The Regency heroes are usually devilishly handsome rakes, who start their journey by seeing women as ‘disposal pleasures rather than meaningful pursuits’ as said by the heroine, Vesper Lynd, in James Bond’s, Casino Royale.

Since hero traits in romance are very similar, how do we make our readers fall in love with our hero in particular?

In a romance novel, the crux is to have a believable and sustainable emotional/internal conflict. If you nail this, you can make your reader fall in love with your hero (and heroine).

For example, in INVITATION TO RUIN, Anthony James Craven, Earl of Wickham, did something in his past he can’t forgive himself for. He believes that unless he remains cold and indifferent, if he gives reign to his emotions, he could become like his brutal father.

Anthony’s journey is all about facing his past and learning to forgive himself.  At the beginning of the book he is a hard, cynical man, brutalized by his upbringing. As the story unfolds you come to see his compassionate and softer side. You understand and empathize with the terrible choices he had to make, and see that it’s a miracle, given his harsh childhood, that he survived with a heart that longs for love, and deserves love.

However, this is where the heroine (Miss Melissa Goodly) rides to the fore.  Who else could make Anthony change and grow? Anthony is forced to deal with his emotional/internal conflict/fears because the heroine is making him face them. Yet, he will fight her every step of the way because he’s afraid of failing, of being hurt again, or hurting others.

It’s the combination of internal conflict/fears and the relationship between the hero and heroine that drives their growth and their journey towards their happy ever after.

There are many types of heroes, yet, for me, it’s the journey the hero takes because of, and with the heroine, that makes us completely love him.

What is your favorite trait in a hero and why? What romantic hero best demonstrates that trait?

One, commenter will win a copy of INVITATION TO RUIN.  Winner drawn on Saturday, 1st October, 2011.

Hi – since the NZ is doing well in the Rugby World Cup I’m being generous this month. All 5 commentors will receive a copy of INVITATION TO RUIN.  So Na, Pam, Yadira, Mary and Lizzi email me on romance at bronwenevans dot com with your snail mail address.

PS. If you want to know who the topless, tattooed man, is top right, he’s Sonny Bill Williams, a New Zealand All Black, one of the team who are trying to win (whoops – who will win)  the 2011 Rugby World Cup, currently being played here in NZ. He could so be a shape-shifter I think!

Health in the Regency Period

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

I haven’t been well over the last few months, but it all came to a head two weeks ago, and I ended up in hospital for two nights. Now I know why I’ve been struggling to write—well, struggling to do anything actually. I have acute cholecystitis, an inflammatory condition characterized by retention of bile in the gallbladder. In short, I also have gallstones.

My attack happened at the worst time for me because I was powering through my new Regency, A Kiss of Lies (I’m at 55k words), I was in the middle of revisions for INVITATION TO SCANDAL, and I have had to miss the Romance Writers of New Zealand conference.

 I’m having my gallbladder removed in a small operation on 26th August and I can’t wait! Your health is so important, and when you don’t have it, you realise how lucky we are to live in the modern era.

 While I’ve been lying in bed feeling sorry for myself, I started thinking about illnesses that can have devastating effects but because of modern medicine are relatively easy to fix. Then it struck me how much pain, suffering and death would have occurred in the period in which I write, the Regency era. What would it have been like in the Regency times?

I thought about common operations, that if not treated, can kill or make your life a living hell. I’m not talking about the big ones like cancer etc, but ailments that can now be very easily treated. I came up with

Appendicitis – The first true appendix operation was performed in 1886, however there is evidence a few occurred as early as the mid to late 1700’s but most patients died from complications and infection.

Endometriosis – uterine adenomyoma and endometriosis were described around the turn of the 19th century but no operation or treatment was available until the mid twentieth century. Women would suffer terribly and die early from infection due to untreated lesions.

Gallstones – In the early 1800’s they knew what gallstones were and there were many ideas on treatment, including cutting them out of the gallbladder. Of course, once again, infection would often result in death. It wasn’t until the early 1900’s that gallbladder removal began.

All of the above are very easy to treat and usually involve an operation – now mostly done by laparoscopic surgery. Not many people die from these operations in the western world. But in the 19th Century, almost all would be potential killers. Infection was the main killer along with complications. You were a brave person to allow anyone to operate on you in the Regency period. Often ‘surgeons’, if that is what you could call them, used operations as an excuse to experiment or advance their knowledge of the human body.

In romance books we can make the Regency period sound so romantic and inviting. I suspect real life was very different. Illness and disease were rift and the smallest infection could kill you.

I’m often asked if I would have liked to live in the Regency period. Thank goodness I didn’t or I’d likely be dead by now. I suffered with endometriosis and now gallstones. Think about it. What illnesses have you had, that in the 1800’s,  would probably have lead to death.

It’s a scary thought. How many of you might not have survived? I for one, am grateful for modern medicine.