Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Scene Art Sketch revealed!

Hey Readers!

I love having good news or something exciting to share. Today is definitely exciting. I'm sharing the sneak peak of my artist friend Joanne Renaud's sketch for the painting she is doing for me based on my paranormal christmas menage story called A Midnight Clear.

The story is not yet available (I'm gearing up to send it to my editor soon). But I thought I'd post an excerpt, blurb and the sketch of course!

Here's the blurb:

            Zoey Blake is down on her luck. After losing her parents in a car crash and having to drop out of college in order to make ends meet, she finds she cannot afford the basics of life and is left living on the streets without a morsel of food to sustain her. When she is fatally attacked by another homeless person just a week before Christmas, she is rescued by a mysterious stranger named Ian.

            Ian Kennedy, a century old Irish vampire, can’t resist rescuing a stray, especially if that stray is a beautiful young woman fallen on hard times. Wanting to take care of her like the stray cats he’s saved over the years, he brings her to his home. However, he underestimates Zoey. As a flesh and blood woman who is both beautiful and sensual, she tempts him to fall in love with her sweet nature and warm heart. He is all for seducing her, but there’s just one problem. His best friend and fellow vampire, Connor made him swear a vow decades ago: no more mortal lovers.

            Connor O’Shea has never forgotten his one true love, Lara. He and Ian, close as brothers, had shared Lara’s bed together without jealousy. But when another vampire from their past murdered her, Connor swore never to let a mortal woman pay the price for loving him. That is until he sees…and kisses …Zoey. With a heart of gold and a stubbornness to rival his own, Zoey is just the sort of woman to make him break every vow he’s ever made, especially when it comes to love.

            As Christmas draws near, Zoey struggles to accept the loss of her parents and the life she once had and she wonders if she can ever find happiness again. Connor and Ian unite forces, determined to prove to her that love is something sacred and special and something they all can share.

Here's the sketch!!

 Here's an excerpt:
Ian was a vampire. Zoey blinked, her brain short circuiting as she tried to process his words and failed.
 “Oh my God. He bit me! Am I going to turn into one?”
Ian’s face was suddenly above hers, his hands on her neck, her legs, everywhere as he checked her for injury.
“No, lass, no. You won’t become a vampire.”
Relief surged through her. She was safe with him.
“Connor, you damned fool. What are you doing biting her?” he snarled.
The other man, Connor, she’d been right to assume, shifted uneasily by the door, his hair wild from her hands running through it.
“You left me a voicemail. Said she was my dinner and I had to scare her.”
“What? That’s not what I said you idiot!” Ian scooped Zoey up into his arms. She burrowed into him instinctively. The remnants of her climax still rippled through her in tiny aftershocks and his strong arms absorbed her trembling.
“Ian…” Connor growled back.
“I said I had a guest and was bringing her dinner. I warned you to be sure not to scare her. Bloody hell man, she’ll never forgive me, not after you attacked her.” Ian exited the bedroom and started down the hall towards the living room where he settled her on the leather couch and grabbed a heavy thick blanket and he tucked it around her. Connor followed at a distance, eyes avoiding Zoey. That irritated her, not that she could say why exactly.
“Ian, I’m sorry. The message cut out in places. I thought I heard what I heard. I didn’t know. It’s clear she’s your dinner. I didn’t realize you were bringing them home again. You usually eat out.”
Ian, who had been brushing hair back from Zoey’s face, tensed. His eyes caught hers and held before he spoke to Connor.
“She’s not my dinner. She’s just a woman who’s in need of some help. I offered her a place to stay and to get her some food.” He pointed to the kitchen countertop which had several take out bags from the nearby restaurants.
The aroma of the food drifted beneath Zoey’s nose, and her mouth watered. Hunger hit her stomach with the violence of a physical blow, and she tensed in Ian’s arms. Food. God, she was ravenous. She’d quite forgotten it when she’d been beneath Connor in his bed. Her eyes strayed to the kitchen where the food was. It took every ounce of self-control not to run straight at the food. Somehow she knew making sudden movements in front of Connor, a vampire, might be a bad idea.
A vampire. She still had to process that, but she could do that later, when her stomach was full.
“Who is she, Ian?”
“Her name is Zoey Blake.” Ian moved so that he lifted her up and sat back on the couch with her in his lap.
It probably should have bothered her that he just moved her about and picked her up without asking. But she liked that he simply took control and more importantly, that he seemed to enjoy keeping her close. Even despite the allure of food she was reluctant to leave his arms.
“And why did you bring Zoey here?” Connor’s eyes narrowed to slits.
The very air about them seemed to vibrate, like someone had just plucked the strings of a harp and the sound waves still traveled silently along the air. The hair on Zoey’s neck rose and her skin tingled with awareness of the two men and the situation.
“She has nowhere else to go,” Ian rushed on.  “The lass lost her family, her home. When I discovered her, she was dying in an alley where some whoreson had attacked her.” His voice was full of quiet desperation, but tinged with an edge of defiance.
Connor’s full lips twisted in a bitter sneer. “So you’d thought you’d bring her home and play the nursemaid? What about your promise to me? No more mortal lovers. Not after what happened to Lara.”
Zoey stiffened. Mortal lover? “Who’s Lara?” She glanced up at Ian. The movement brushed her lips across the line of his jaw. He tensed, chest and arm muscles hardening. The sudden bulge beneath her bottom had her blushing.
“You test me, love. Be careful.” His warm breath stirred the crown of her hair, eliciting little shivers from her. “Connor, she stays. Get used to the idea. She’s mine, and I will care for her. You are welcome to help, but do not make me choose between you. I will pick her. We swore once to protect the innocent. Zoey is as innocent as they come.”
“Hey! I’m not that innocent.” She was no stranger to sex – there had been a few boys through college before she was forced to drop out, and even if it had been a few years, she remembered the mechanics of it. Even if she’d been celibate lately, she’d still had her share of beyond wicked fantasies, her current ones featuring the pair of men both staring at her.
Connor snorted. “Right. You’re as green as the grass near Belfast.”
“I’m not sure what that means,” Zoey shot back a tad uncertain but still riled enough to glower at him. “But I think I’m insulted.”
Ian chuckled, but it soon died when she glared up at him with all the fury a woman could muster against a handsome vampire, which was apparently enough to make his eyes twinkle despite his lack of a smile. She turned her glower towards Connor, hoping to have a better effect.
“Don’t argue with me, pet,” Connor growled. “I’m liable to turn you over my knee and smack your arse until it’s a lovely shade of red.”
“You’re not to touch her.” Ian shielded her with his arms protectively, but she wasn’t scared. Connor’s threat had her body heating and the promise of his hand on her ass, even in punishment, melted her insides. She needed help. This was so wrong. She shouldn’t want him to spank her, and it sure as hell shouldn’t have aroused her.
Connor spun away and slammed his hands down on the granite kitchen countertop. His head dropped between his hunched shoulders.  
Ian shifted her off his lap onto the other side of the couch as put his body between her and his friend’s. “Connor?”
She gazed steadily at the other man’s back, the tension rolled off him in waves. She couldn’t help but remember their encounter minutes before when he’d had her on her back in his bed. There hadn’t been any tension there, only passion. Her surrender, his domination and a sexual release the likes of which she’d never felt before. Her womb clenched at the mere memory of his fingers pumping inside her. She suddenly remembered she was in Ian’s arms. She raised her head and saw his nostrils flaring. Surely he couldn’t…smell her arousal.
Please god, I hope not.
“She’s helpless, Connor. I refuse to put her back out onto the streets. She was dying when I found her.”
Connor finally turned back to face them. “She’s another stray. Like your wee cats. But you can’t keep her, Ian. She’s a human, not an animal.”
Ian’s shoulders stiffened and a low growl vibrated from the back of his throat. Her hackles rose, and she suddenly realized Ian was just as dangerous as Connor was, although he’d hidden it from her with his outward gentleness.
As the words permeated through her hungry mind, she felt a sudden stab of anger, and the prickling of tears behind her eyes. Why hadn’t she seen it before? She would have, she argued to herself, if she hadn’t been so hungry. She was a pity case to this man. Ian didn’t look at her with passion – he looked at her with pity. She’d mistaken his intentions in the bathroom earlier when he’d kissed her, men did that didn’t they? Sleep with women they pitied? And the hurt of that thought wracked her insides with an angry sadness that choked her. Zoey was too angry to say a word, the violent emotions ripped through her and she didn’t dare open her mouth, otherwise she’d say a thousand things she’d regret.
With a growl, Connor looked away.
“You should have let nature run its course. We cannot save every mortal we come across.”



Hope you all enjoyed the post! Please feel free to share your thoughts! AND STAYED TUNED...When the finished painting is completed I will be giving away a copy of my paranormal Novella, a signed piece of Scene Art from A Midnight Clear and a first chapter sneak peek of the story!

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Across the Stars- SFR preview 8/25/13

Hey Readers!

First off, the winner of Ella Quinn's The Temptation of Lady Serena is Brenda Dyer. Congratulations Brenda!!!!! 

Below is a snippet from my latest WIP called Across the Stars. It's a SFR or Sci-Fi Romance.

Here's the story scoop: Laina is one of the last surviving humans after earth was destroyed when the humans tried to kill the cyborgs they'd created when the cyborgs rebelled and escaped. Now the Cyborgs, with permission of the Galactic High Council have free rein to pursue the last remnants of the human race and do with them as they see fit. Rorik, a cyborg lieutenant stumbles upon Laina hiding in a ship and he captures her, thinking to get information about the whereabouts of other humans. But when the cyborg doctor on Rorik's ship runs tests on Laina, a genetic anomaly in her hand raises questions and he suddenly wonders if Laina might hold the key to the survival of the cyborg race. Can he learn to trust and love his sworn enemy if it means he might save his people?

Last week we left off with Rorik having found Laina and he has asked one of his crew mates, another cyborg Julian, to secure her so they can take her to their ship and question her.

The second Julian took a step toward the human she swung a fist at him. He caught her wrist, twisted it until her legs buckled and she fell to her knees at his feet with a cry of pain. Her long dark lashes fluttered as she seemed to fight off tears.

“Why did you think that would work?” Julian’s tone was full of curiosity as he stared down at the woman.

“Huh?” she gasped, face still ravaged with the pain of his tight hold.

“We have battle honed instincts created by your ancestors. We’ve had a hundred years to learn combat, why did you think such a feeble attack would succeed?”

If you've enjoyed reading this, be sure to check out the other amazing authors who are unleashing their awesome eight sentence snippets hosted through the Weekend Writing Warriors found at

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Across the Stars sneak peek 8-18-13 and Winner annoucement

Hey Readers!

First off, the winner of Ella Quinn's The Temptation of Lady Serena is Brenda Dyer. Congratulations Brenda!!!!! 

Below is a snippet from my latest WIP called Across the Stars. It's a SFR or Sci-Fi Romance.

Here's the story scoop: Laina is one of the last surviving humans after earth was destroyed when the humans tried to kill the cyborgs they'd created when the cyborgs rebelled and escaped. Now the Cyborgs, with permission of the Galactic High Council have free rein to pursue the last remnants of the human race and do with them as they see fit. Rorik, a cyborg lieutenant stumbles upon Laina hiding in a ship and he captures her, thinking to get information about the whereabouts of other humans. But when the cyborg doctor on Rorik's ship runs tests on Laina, a genetic anomaly in her hand raises questions and he suddenly wonders if Laina might hold the key to the survival of the cyborg race. Can he learn to trust and love his sworn enemy if it means he might save his people?

Last week we left off with Rorik having discovered Laina hiding in the ceiling. He shot the ceiling tile out from under her and she fell to the ground and now she's recognizing him as the cyborg she saw through her window on the transport ship.

“You,” she let out the whisper, only audible to his ears and shoved herself to her feet and wobbled unsteadily before gaining her balance.

“Me,” he replied with a grin, although there was nothing friendly in his smile and he knew it. “Surrender yourself and we will make your stay more comfortable until it is time for you to be questioned.”

“Questioned?” she echoed and wrinkled her nose as though puzzled by what information he could seek from her. Rorik knew better than to trust humans; they were first and foremost creatures of betrayal and deception.

“Yes, questioned. Julian, restrain her.” Rorik wasn’t sure why but he didn’t want to touch, or rather he wanted too much to touch her, and that was unacceptable, instead he set his phaser back to the default setting of stun and waited for Julian to secure the woman.

If you've enjoyed reading this, be sure to check out the other amazing authors who are unleashing their awesome eight sentence snippets hosted through the Weekend Writing Warriors found at

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Hot Guys, Music, and TV- A Romance Writer’s Guide to Getting Inspired

Hot Guys, Music, and TV- A Romance Writer’s Guide to Getting Inspired

The last several weeks I have been working tirelessly on fleshing out my modern Gothic story The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall. It’s nearly done and I thought I’d take the time to celebrate and post about what fired up my writing engines. The first thing I did was set the pen and paper aside and unplugged the laptop and…turned on the TV. Yes. Believe it or not, that’s what I did and it had some amazing results. Keeping reading to find out why!

Here’s the blurb for the book:

Bastian Carlisle, the Earl of Weymouth, doesn’t believe in ghosts. Even though his ancestral home, Stormclyffe Hall had been abandoned for the last sixty years, he decides to restore it to its former glory. His plans for renovations are disrupted when a bookish American woman shows up on his doorstep hoping to pry into his family’s tragic history.
Jane Seyton, an American graduate student, is convinced there’s more to the tragedy of Stormclyffe Hall than history tells. Drawn by the need to uncover the mystery buried in the castle’s stones, she comes face to face with the reality that the castle is haunted. Despite a chilling encounter with a woman clad in white, and blue lights that seem to follow her through darkened halls, she is determined to discover the truth, even if it means putting up with the arrogant, yet sexy, Bastian.
As Jane and Bastian are forced to deal with the dark reality of the castle and the timeless, tragic love of Bastian’s ancestors, they find something they weren’t looking for, a passion that ignites their hearts as nothing else could. But an evil supernatural force is determined to keep them apart, forever.
Will they discover that their love and trust in one another is the weapon they need to confront the shadows of Stormclyffe? Or are they doomed to repeat the past?

When it came time to actually get inspired to fleshing out the atmosphere and the gothic feel of the castle and how it would be for the characters to interact there, I started pulling out books on English country homes. There were some fantastic pictures that really helped me visualize the opulence of the bedrooms and the desolation of a lonely castle on a Cliffside. Sometimes a writer's bestfriend is research. If you're coming up dry on descriptions or having trouble visulizing a scene, start off with some good books. Go to Amazon or your favorite bookstore in person or online and just start searching. You would be surprised at the gold mine of pictures available, especially if you're writing historical books or books set in a particular place.

My search for inspiration didn’t stop there. I wanted to find the perfect hero to visualize in the perfect atmosphere to capture the English playboy Bastian, a man in his late twenties who has had much tragedy and mystery surrounding his past. It would take a special actor to capture this essence and I found him! Four days ago I watched the first episode of the new TV series The White Queen on Starz based on Phillipa Gregory’s novel. Max Irons stole my attention completely. (for those of you who don’t know him, he’s the son of Jeremy Irons)

He was Bastian, albeit in a medieval era. I immediately started googling all things Max Irons, getting pictures, watching the other movies he has been in (which I had seen before now, but was happily re-watching).  When I came across the short video below which was prepared during a Vanity Fair photo shoot I was shell-shocked. Max Irons is strolling around Althorp, one of the very mansions I used as inspiration for parts of the interior of Stormclyffe Hall and he has a brooding and almost haunted expression in some of the video that was completely reminiscent of my own tortured hero. In the video Max searches through the house for something, but never finds it and all the while he’s surrounded by a beautiful and elegant house. It was the perfect video. Whenever I need inspiration for Bastian, the video is in my YouTube list.

Want to see what video I’m talking about? Check it out below:


 And lastly, as an author, sometimes music can be your biggest asset. Prepare a playlist for a scene, or perhaps a playlist for a the hero or the heroine or perhaps a list with songs that remind you of their relationship. It's amazing what you can find out there to get yourself inspired. I turn often to groups like Nox Arcana for my scary suspenseful or haunting music and to Audiomachine and Two Steps From Hell for my epic scores that get me thinking about picture parts of my plots. 

Here’s an excerpt from The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall (please pardon any grammatical errors as this has not yet passed through edits):

As she trailed behind Bastian, she was torn between admiring his tight butt molded in charcoal slacks and the beautiful interior of the castle. He hadn’t prepared her for the library though. Nothing could have.
None of the photographs of the Hall had ever revealed the library’s appearance. She had assumed it was because it was like any other library in any other castle or manor house. How wrong she was.
The library was awash with bold reds and a range of pale yellows to deep golds. Wall panels were decorated with art that looked so familiar.
“Is this what I think it is?” She pointed to one of the panels which was a red painted background with a Chinese scene in yellow.
His lips twitched. “If you’re thinking of William Alexander’s book Views of China, then you are correct. Richard apparently enjoyed the text immensely and had an artist replicate many of the etchings.”
Jane smiled. “I can see why. The culture and the life…can you imagine what it must have been like for Alexander?” She knew that William Alexander had been an English watercolorist who had visited China and made drawings of the scenery and life in China. His Views of China was a highly valued work and much admired. Even the Brighton Pavilion Palace boasted similar scenes inspired by William Alexander’s book.
A soft look filled Bastian’s eyes as he considered her words. “I would give so much to see through the eyes of the dead, to see what they have seen, to experience times I cannot fathom.” He looked away then, his eyes roving the two story high shelves of the library, but Jane couldn’t tear her gaze from him.
How many women had fallen under his spell? A man haunted by his family’s past, a dedicated scholar and as brooding and captivating as Lord Byron. If she let her thoughts run away with her, she knew that Bastian would distract her from her thesis. She had to stay focused.
They started moving again and Jane tilted her head back to better admire the lotus flower shaped chandeliers. Intricate paintings decorated each of the petals on every chandelier. In the middle of the wall to the right, a vast fireplace rose up with columns on either side adorned with twining serpents. Unable to resist the urge, she rushed over and touched the pale Swedish green marble that formed the snake. The serpent’s features were sculpted so precisely that she half-expected it to come to life and bite her.
A massive mirror hung above the fireplace and it reflected the windows on the opposite side of the library. A lush landscaped garden seemed to stretch for miles beyond the fireplace. The deceptive placing of the mirror created an enchanting illusion that one could walk through the mirror into an alternate world. Above the mirror a marble dragon perched atop the mirror’s gilt edged frame. Its wings were spread wide, jaws gaping open as it silently roared.
Jane gasped. A sudden flash of something wild and fearful ripped through her before it was gone.
“Jane?” Bastian placed a hand on her shoulder, but then almost immediately he removed it and stepped back from her. “Are you well? You gave a little start just now.”
She hastily nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…that dragon. It’s so…” How could she describe having such a visceral reaction to a stone creature?
“Fierce. The beast is fierce.” Bastian tilted his head up to stare at it and crossed his arms over his chest, scowling back at the dragon.
Jane realized then she was still touching the serpent’s head and she pulled her hand away.
“Fierce indeed. I didn’t expect such decorations in a library.”
Bastian chuckled. “It was modeled after the Music room in the Pavilion in Brighton.”
Ahh, I had guessed right then.
“Only my ancestor, Richard, believed something more…medieval would suite Stormclyffe. He modified the dragon’s designs to this above, as opposed to the more complacent looking counterparts in Brighton who merely were decorations to hold the curtains in place.”
The eyes of the dragon seemed to watch her as she shifted from one foot to the other. It’s long, angular snout looked ready to spew fire and puff smoke from its nostrils. The way it hunched over the mirror gave her the distinct impression it wasn’t merely guarding the library, but rather hunting the library’s inhabitants. It was an unsettling thought.
“You don’t like it?” The earl teased her.
Jane nibbled her lip thoughtfully. “It’s not that I don’t like it. I just feel like it’s watching me.”
At her reply, Bastian grinned. “Don’t tell me you are afraid? Isn’t your thesis connected to mysteries and hauntings? That’s what your letters stated. I didn’t think you would be so foolish as to pick a topic that would frighten you.”
Before she even had time to react, she’d socked him in the shoulder again. She’d punched an earl. This was a bad habit she was forming.
He merely caught her by the shoulders, stilling her when she would have retreated from him. Their faces were so close that she could see endless books reflected in his eyes. He moved one hand up to cup her chin and tilted her head back.
“Perhaps,” he murmured huskily. “You should have directed your thesis to something less threatening.”
Brimming with anger, she bit back a viper-like retort and smiled sweetly. “Such as?”
The wicked glint in his eyes warned her he was going to say something infuriating.
“Why not write about the effects of wildflowers in various English counties? Surely that would inspire no fears?”
“Wildflowers?” She knocked his hand away from her chin and turned her back on him. It seemed he enjoyed provoking her. She didn’t have much of a natural temper, but what little was there, he found and prodded repeatedly until she broke and snapped at him.
“Oh come now, Jane,” he said her name so softly, almost a croon, the way a man would to soften his lover’s injured pride. That only made her more upset. The man was a nuisance. Couldn’t he just leave her to the books and get on with his day? Instead he insisted dragging her around the castle and teasing her.
She didn’t reply. Not yet. When he came up behind her and gently turned her body back to face his with a hand guiding her shoulder, she finally had to meet his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“What’s the matter? I could ask you the same question. You’re teasing me and yet you—” She didn’t dare finish. It felt like he was flirting with her, but maybe she was wrong. The last thing she wanted him to think was that she viewed herself worthy of his flirtations or that she wanted them. It would only complicate things. While she didn’t mind complications, as she’d insisted to him earlier, that had been under the pretense of being allowed to stay and conduct her research. She hadn’t actually thought she’d start to succumb to his charms. It was a good thing he had the ability to infuriate her as well. That made him far less attractive.
“Can you please just take me to the records?”
“Of course.” His tone was more reserved again. The wall that had started to crumble between them was solid again. “This way.”

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

A Regency Lady's Wardrobe by Regency Author Ella Quinn

Today I’m hosting my friend and fellow author Ella Quinn. She’s going to be discussing the basics of a Regency ear lady’s wardrobe. Take it away Ella!

I’m so thrilled to be on your blog, Lauren.
While we were kicking around ideas, Lauren thought I should post on what a well-bred Regency lady would wear. Now, to go though the entire wardrobe would make for a very long post, so this is by no means exhaustive.
There were day gowns, usually of thin muslin and worn at home, walking gowns, carriage gowns, riding dress, evening gowns and ball gowns, and this list is not exhaustive. The typical Regency lady could change up to 6 times a day.
Here is a Regency Evening Gown: 

What young unmarried ladies wore differed in color and material from what older or married ladies could wear.
But let’s let start with the undergarments. The first thing a most women would don is a chemise, also called a shift. Think of a modern petticoat, but made of muslin. It tied in the front so it could be adjusted. Over that she’d wear stays. Some people like to call them corsets, but to me corsets are the heavy ones used during the Victorian era. Regency corsets varied and could tie in the front or back, and be long or short.
Over the stays a lady wore up to five petticoats to add fullness to the gown. The petticoats were also of thin muslin. At some point, she’d don stockings made of cotton, silk or wool. Cotton was usually worn during the day, unless it was cold, which is where wool comes in. For evening she’d want silk. These are not the fine thing silk were used to seeing today, but a fairly heavy silk that was quite opaque.
Here is an example of Regency Stays: 

Over all that, she’d wear her gown. For everyday it might be muslin, cotton, or twill, and fine cashmere and velvet for cooler weather. For evening young lady, just out, would most likely wear muslin in pastels. Strong colors weren’t considered proper for a young lady. An older or married lady would wear any of the wide verity of silks, or in colder weather velvets. 
Here is an example of a Regency day gown:

To accessorize, there were huge shawls, kid gloves, reticules, in the winter large muffs, and, of course, bonnets. A lady did not leave the house without wearing gloves, and her bonnet. Skirt pockets went out of fashion because of the line of the Regency gown, and reticules were used as a purse.  
I’ll finish with shoes. Generally ladies wore half-boots to go walking in. They were made of heavy cloth, such as jean, or leather. For evening they wore slippers. 
Here's a pair of Jean-half boots, leather half-boots and slippers:

One thing to remember is that though there were second hand stores, ladies in the ton would have all their clothes made. Shoes were also custom made. Fabric was very expensive, so clothes were re-cut and styled. New trimmings added. Sometimes gowns were died. 


Thank you so much for stopping by League of Rogues and making such a great fashion presentation Ella! 

Meet Author Ella Quinn


Ella’s studies and other jobs have always been on the serious side. Reading historical romances, especially Regencies, were her escape.

     After stint in the Army, where she was the first woman to be assigned to a Green Beret unit, and serving in Guam and Germany, she decided to return to university where she earned a B.A. from North Carolina State University and M.S. in International Relation and a J.D. from Campbell University, NC. which led to another term in the Army as a JAG officer. 

     When they were dating, Ella’s husband convinced her he was really a Viking warrior, that was thirty years ago. They have a son and granddaughter, Great Dane and a Chartreux. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa and in Europe, she and her husband decided to make St. Thomas, VI home.

     Ella is a member of the Romance Writers of American, The Beau Monde and Hearts Across History. She’s extensively researched the Regency era, immersing her stories with the flavor and feel of the era so that readers lose themselves in the time period. She also belongs to the Historical Romance Critique Group.

In addition to writing and reading, Ella likes water sports, traveling and discovering new foods.

Want to have a taste of Ella's Sexy Traditional Regencies? Check out The Temptation of Lady Serena below!

 Official Blurb:

Ella Quinn’s bachelors in The Marriage Game series are charming and cunning when it comes to the ways of love—until the right woman captures their unsuspecting hearts…

Custom-made gowns…nights at the theater…and a host of eligible bachelors. Accustomed to living a quiet life in the Scottish Borderlands, Lady Serena Weir has never had any of these luxuries. But when Serena’s brother demands she finally have a Season in London, she’s thrust into a glamorous world she’s only dreamed of…

Robert, Viscount Beaumont remembers all too well what it feels like to be in love. That is why he must keep his distance from Serena. He’s only felt his pulse stir the way it does now when he made the mistake of loving the wrong woman once before. Yet the more he strives to resist his feelings, the nearer he is to falling under Serena’s seductive spell…


          Serena entered Madame Lisette’s shop on Bruton Street with Phoebe and their two aunts.
          Madame, a small lady, her dark hair streaked with silver, greeted them “Ah, the new mademoiselle. Bien.”
          “My dear Lisette,” Aunt Ester said. “Lady Serena Weir, my niece, desperately needs your help. She requires everything!”
          “Bon.” Madame walked around Serena. “I have made some designs that are comme il faut. Just the thing.”
          Aunt Ester tapped her chin. “She’ll need several walking, carriage, day, evening, and two or three ball gowns within the week. That should be enough to start.”
Serena’s eyes rounded at the list her aunt rattled off. She’d never even heard of some of them. How could she hope to wear as many as her aunt was ordering? She’d have to change several times a day to make use of them all.
          Madame measured her. “I have a few things ready from the information sent me, my lady.” Madame clapped her hands and what seemed like a parade of garments was carried out for their inspection.      “They are très élégante for Lady Serena.” Madame called to an assistant then left them.
          Looking at the number of gowns the modiste expected Serena to have fitted, she whispered, “Phoebe. Is shopping always like this?”
        “Only at first. Madame will soon learn your taste and then it’s not so chaotic. Give it some time. Once we have some carriage and walking gowns, we’ll look for hats, and shoes. Oh, and we can’t forget fans, reticules, gloves, and muffs.”
        Serena plopped into a chair. “I’m exhausted just thinking about it. This is as busy as harvest time. How do you keep up?”