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Ahoy, me hearties! My friend, Jenna Jaxon, is revealing the cover for her December 28th release of THE WIDOW WORE PLAID, and I’m helping her share the news! Congratulations, Lady Jenna! Read on to learn more about book six in The Widow’s Club Series.
The Battle of Waterloo made them widows, but each has found new happiness. And Jane, Lady John Tarkington, intends to keep her freedom, even if love—and one particular gentleman—are determined to claim her heart . . .
It is a truth rarely acknowledged—at least in public—that a wealthy widow is free to pursue a great many adventures. For two years, Jane has privately enjoyed her independence. Why should she remarry, even when the gentleman proposing is as wonderful as Gareth, Lord Kinellan? She entreats him never to ask her again. But as her Widows’ Club friends—now all joyfully remarried—gather at Castle Kinellan, Jane begins to wonder if stubbornness has led her to make a terrible mistake . . .
Kinellan needs a wife to give him an heir, and he wants that wife to be Jane. They are perfect together in every way, yet she continually refuses him. Just as he is on the point of convincing her, a series of accidents befall Gareth and point to an enemy in their midst. He has promised Jane a passionate future filled with devotion, but can he keep them both alive long enough to secure it?
Excerpt
Laughing together they approached the horses, who were quietly cropping grass. Kinellan adjusted the girth first on Penelope, then tossed Jane up and handed her the reins. He had just done the same for Hector, tightening the saddle before he slung the carry bag over the cantle when a shot rang out from the woods, kicking up dust right behind the horse’s hooves. Hector danced sideways, forcing Kinellan out into the yard. The pack slid off the saddle onto the dirt.
Jane’s head shot up. “What was that?”
Kinellan spun around, peering into the trees. “Hello! Who’s—”
A second shot smacked into Kinellan’s shoulder and he staggered backward into the spooked horse.
“Gareth!” Jane turned Penelope into a tight circle, her attention focused solely on Kinellan, who had managed to move to the other side of the animal, putting that barrier between him and danger. Blood seeped from his shoulder, yet somehow he coolly scanned the woods for the intruder.
“Jane, ride out,” he called to her, not taking his gaze from the forest. “Down the path as quick as you can. Follow the trail back to the castle.”
“No. You’re wounded.” She stilled the dancing Penelope and unhooked her leg from the pommel.
“Stop! Don’t get down from the horse. You won’t be able to remount.”
Uneasily, she slid her leg back onto the saddle and gathered the reins.
Kinellan had moved toward Hector’s head and twitched the bush to release the reins. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m waiting for you.”
Cursing, he turned the frightened horse and was ducking under its chin when another shot kicked up dirt and rocks directly beneath his feet. Hector reared, throwing Kinellan to the ground, then took off down the trail at a gallop.
Jenna Jaxon is a best-selling author of historical romance, writing in a variety of time periods because she believes that passion is timeless. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories.
She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets–including two vocal cats, one almost silent cat, two curious bunnies, and a Shar-pei beagle mix named Frenchie.
Wishing you the greatest success with THE WIDOW WORE PLAID, Lady Jenna!
Blessings,
Katherine
Welcome aboard, Author Cathy Skendrovich. We’re super jazzed you’ve come to share your new release with us today. Holidays and pirates! What’s not to love, eh? And you’re bringin’ ’em both. Huzzah!!!
For those of you who don’t know me, I write historical and contemporary romance. Today I’ll be talking about one of my favorite characters, pirate captain Andre Dubois, and giving you five reasons why you’ll fall in love with him in my Christmas novella entitled 
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Oh, me hearties, you’re in for a treat. Captain Jack netted a very fine catch on board ship today. Join him as he interviews Author 
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Jack: “Lady Barbara.” Sweeps a gallant bow. “It’s a pleasure to have ye aboard.” Pops open a jug of rum. “Drink?” Bows head. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’d forgotten me manners.” Downs a dram and pounds the stopper. “Where was I? Oh yes, I’ve got a compass that points to what I want most. Where does your compass point to, eh?”
Jack: Closes one eye. Opens it. “Cock-eyed optimist, eh? Would Pollyana happen to be one of the wenches in Tortuga? No? The name of Cotton’s parrot?” Follows Barbara’s head shake. “No? I can never remember names, but wenches and parrots are treasure, to be sure. Speaking of treasure, I’ve got pieces of eight in my pocket. If ye could have eight pieces with ye at all times, what would they be?”
Jack: “I’ll drink to that. To the sun and rum.” Removes stopper and raises jug. “And the braces. There’s nothing like a good wind.” Takes a swig. “When has the wind taken hold of your sails?”
Jack: “Aye, she can be a right stubborn wench. Hard to harness when the sea writhes like a lover.” Shakes head. “Where was I? Oh, yes. Were there times the Kraken tried to pull ye down to Davy Jones Locker? If so, how’d ye escape?”
Jack: “Pirates have to protect their hides from wenches in Tortuga and Elizabeth Swan, Commodores, Governors, the Kraken, bloodthirsty heathens. Ye get the idea…”
Jack: “I can do this.” Raises hands and wiggles fingers. “Or this.” Flails arms and runs across the deck. “Of course, there’s always an undead monkey roaming about.” Glances at the ratlines and aims his pistol. “During a broadside, what do ye do to mend your sails?
Jack: “Mercenaries are just pirates without a ship, m’lady.” Preens. “I’ve got a very nice ship as ye can see and a compass that points to what I want most.” Withdraws compass, flips open the lid and watches arrow spin until it points at Lady Barbara. “Once your coveted course had been charted, how long did it take ye to make port, eh?”
Barbara: “I only know one pirate—You 😉 ”
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Award winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she briefly considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math.
Jack: Preens. “Happy to be back on deck, Lady Katherine. I’m awash with delight.” Bows then straightens effects. Turns and poses for his guest. “Ah, there’s the fine authoress Lady Cathy Skendrovich now. Welcome aboard, luv. Tis a pleasure to have ye.” Winks devilishly and points to his rum jug. “Don’t be nervous. I brought rum. Let’s start at the beginning, eh? Everyone was born with a compass pointing somewhere. I have a compass that points to what I want most. Where does your compass point to?”
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