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Meet 2019 Golden Heart Finalist Ann Chaney!!

Today we’re welcoming another Omega, Ann Chaney, a 2019 Golden Heart Finalist in the Regency Historical category with her manuscript DANGEROUS PURSUIT.

Born and raised in in rural southeastern NC, Ann Chaney is a Southern belle who once wore combat boots. Moving from duty station to duty station taught her home was where ever she was. While stationed at Ft. Irwin, CA, her life took a turn far too corny to be believed. Surrounded by 100 military officers and NCOs, she saw a man checking out the buffet. In that instant she fell in love. They were married four months later. John tells whoever will listen they are still on their first date. Love at first sight has never been just a trope to Ann, it’s been her reality. A seven-year veteran of the US Army, she believes her military experience gave her the self-confidence to take on challenges, especially when husband John encouraged her to put herself first and write.

Today, Ann writes historical romance novels set in Regency England. A pantser, her stories come from a single idea and grow. She believes in paying it forward and does so by volunteering. Not only is she a GH finalist this year, but she’s also The Beau Monde’s mini-conference chair in NY. During that conference, she’ll assume the office of Chapter President for 2019-20.

Ann is the 2016 winner in the Historical Unpublished category of RWA’s Kiss of Death Chapter’s Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery & Suspense for her first book and now her 2019 GH entry, Dangerous Pursuit. That year, she also placed second in Indiana’s Golden Opportunity contest for her entry, Along Came A Spy. In 2018, she once again was a finalist in the Daphne and received Honorable Mention for her second book, Dangerous Liaison. She currently is working on the third book of her Lords of Whitehall series.

Here’s a blurb for DANGEROUS PURSUIT:

Richard Weatherington, a lord of the Realm and a spy, speaks five languages, fights with the finesse of a gentleman and pursues enemies of the Crown with a vengeance. A lone wolf, Richard balks when told he will have a partner, Lady Serena Preston. They share a rather disjointed history. Four years earlier, after drinking a pilfered bottle of champagne, a tipsy Serena stood at the foot of his bed and demanded to know why he didn’t love her.

 When an assassin for hire escapes Whitehall’s custody and is believed to be heading for Portugal to kill Lord General Wellesley, Richard volunteers to pursue the killer. Never one to be left behind, Serena dressed as a young man, follows him. Still as quarrelsome as ever, Serena questions him at every turn. His greatest fear is her lack of experience will get them killed. Each life or death encounter affirms Serena excels at keeping a cool head. With no traveling companions to hide behind, they fill the hours carefully revisiting their shared past and getting to know each other again. The urgency of their quest to save Wellesley takes center stage. Should they manage to stay alive, maybe they can start over. Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?

Oh, delectable! You’re a writer after my own heart (check out the blurb on one of my Lara Archer books, THE DEVIL MAY CARE.) I’m so looking forward to reading this one!

Okay, friends—there may be enemy spies all around us, so I’m going to ask you to meet Ann and me in the secret back room of a little Portuguese tavern I know where the port wine flows freely and the Cozido à Portuguesa is delicious. Ask for João Miguel; the password is “rogues.”

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Welcome, Ann! So fun to have you with us today! Let’s start with my favorite question: what was it like getting that Golden Heart call?

Release Day Party: A SCANDAL TO REMEMBER

Prelim ASTR 2014-01-10 at 2.25.56 PMHuzzah!  Today is my release day celebration of my 9th book, A SCANDAL TO REMEMBER, the 5th book in my Reckless Brides series.

I am both excited and happy to final bring this book to you. Why ‘finally’? Because writing this book nearly killed me. Actually, it was appendicitis that nearly killed me, but it was because I was deep in the process of writing this book, and hard up against a deadline, that I ignored my body’s rather strenuous objections and warning signs until it was nearly too late. 

In the aftermath I realized that I had written my own drama into the book: I had created two characters who fail to recognize their own warning signs of impending disaster until it is very nearly too late for them. 

Interested? Here’s an excerpt:

Isle of Wight, and the whole of the coast of England, was slipping away to the stern. Nothing could stop Jane Burke now. Not Sir Richard, nor the snide derision of the crew. Nor even Lieutenant Dance’s strange ability to soothe and discompose her all at the same time. 

Perhaps the Bible verse had it wrong—it was not the truth, but her lie that had set her free. The irony could only make her laugh. 

“You seem well entertained this morning, Miss Burke.” While she had been watching the isle, Lieutenant Charles Dance had been watching her. 

Jane tried to combat the rising heat in her face by turning into the wind. “It has been a most instructional morning.”

A twisted-up half-smile threatened to steal across his face. “And have all your—what did you call them?—collecting expeditions been as instructive?”

“If only.” But Jane thought it best to say no more on the subject of instruction, and what she had learned this morning. And so she instructed herself to smile more serenely while she prayed that her face did not color with betraying heat. “But I am very much looking forward to learning more.”

The lieutenant’s sharp, all-seeing glance slid across her face so fast she was surprised it didn’t cut her.

Oh, Lord. And there was the suffocating heat. It was a good thing the wind was chilling, or she would be as overheated as a boiled turnip. “I mean, I am very much looking forward to this overseas expedition. I have never collected outside of Britain, nor taken such a long expedition before. Two months is hardly the same as two years.”

“Yes, hardly the same.” His green, green gaze, which had moved on in a constant inspection of all the various and different parts of the ship, came again to rest upon hers. She could feel the pressing weight of his regard as if it were a stack of books sitting upon her chest. 

“You do know, Miss Burke, that the Admiralty’s estimation of two years is based upon a sort of minimum requirement for getting to the other side of the earth and back?” His gaze spared her for a moment as it swept up the bowsprit. “Two years is the least amount of time it could take, barring bad weather and unforeseen circumstances, which, I will scruple to tell you, can be counted upon to plague us every sea mile of the way. The truth is, it will undoubtedly take far longer than two years.”

The news jarred the breath from her. She had not known, though clearly she should have. She had planned both her stores and her funds for reprovisioning at the standard stops of Madeira, Salvador de Bahia, Rio de Janeiro and Valparaiso—just saying the exotic names had made her giddy with delight—to last only those two allotted years. 

No, she had been careful in her preparation and generous in her funds. And besides, she had provisioned for two people—Papa and her, before he had changed his mind and decided they were not to go—when she would be only one. And those provisions had been a keepsafe—something to go along with the meals she would take sharing the captain’s table along with the rest of the expedition, as had been arranged. She would be fine—although she was certainly hesitant, as well as curious, to meet the captain after the lieutenant’s cryptic but descriptive comments upon her arrival. 

“And if you were asked instead of the Admiralty, Lieutenant, how long would you have said the voyage was to last?”

“I would have said that we will be lucky to see England’s shores within five years, Miss Burke, not two. That is, if Tenacious lives up to her name, and doesn’t sink us all long before that.”

Jane absorbed the second blow in silence. She had thought only of what she might accomplish on such a journey, and not of the passage of time. In five years’ time she would be one and thirty. She would be the thing she had not wanted to admit to being, the thing that she told herself was not important. Being recognized as a talented, dedicated, scholarly conchologist had been what mattered. But the inescapable truth was that in five years’ time, after having taken herself across the globe and back, she would be irrevocably ruined for marriage. She would be a spinster set firmly upon the shelf.

It was a bitter tonic to swallow at the very start of her triumph. It was almost frightening.

Oh. This time it was she who looked more closely at the grim pleasure on the lieutenant’s face. “I see. You mean to frighten me, Lieutenant Dance.”

He nodded, all purposeful admittance. “I do, ma’am, I do. I mean for all of you, from Sir Richard on down the Royal Society’s muster roll to you, J. E. Burke, conchologist, to be frightened into understanding what might come. Sir Richard spoke of hardships. Make no mistake, Miss Burke, there will undoubtedly be hardships, but there will also be danger—very real, threatening danger. The dislike of the crew, and the resistance of Sir Richard will seem like nothing compared to it.”

He meant it, this sharp-eyed, grim-faced man. He believed the truth of every word he spoke. “You’re a cynic.”

He laughed into the wind. “Assuredly, Miss Burke. But at least I am not a worthless drunk.”

 

I don’t think it will be too much of a spoiler to tell you this is a ripping good yarn of a shipwreck story. And things will most assuredly heat up on the beach for our hero and heroine, and for one lucky commenter who will win a copy of A SCANDAL TO REMEMBER. Just leave a comment to enter!

Got to have it now? Links to all major retailers can be found on my website: http://www.elizabethessex.com/a-scandal-to-remember/

 

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