Thursday, June 27, 2013

ENDURE Cover Reveal

Title: ENDURE (Book One of the Endure Series)
Author: Laura Diamond
Publication Date: July 12, 2013
Genre: YA dystopian


Seventeen-year-old Justin's anemic blood is a blessing. Or a curse. It all depends on who you ask.

To most of the immortal Vie, his blood is a scourge: untouchable and useless. To some Vie, his blood is a drug. To Justin, it’s something that gets him in a lot of trouble. Being poisoned by a Vie is just one example. His sister getting kidnapped is another. Whether it’s being coerced by a deluded cult leader, or negotiating with Alex—an Vie scientist addicted to Anemie blood—Justin struggles to keep every mutated drop of blood he’s got.

His fight for survival gets more complicated when he meets Alex’s slave, Cara. Despite coming from different worlds, they’re both prisoners, at risk of being drained by a hungry Vie any moment. When she risks her own neck to help Justin find his sister, he's left with a terrifying choice.

Saving what's left of humanity.
Saving his sister. Saving the girl he loves.
Or sticking a stake in Alex’s chest. 
Justin can't decide which option will get him killed first.

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About Author Laura Diamond:

Laura Diamond is a board certified psychiatrist and author of all things young adult paranormal, dystopian, and horror. Her Young Adult Paranormal Romance novelette, NEW PRIDE, and novel, SHIFTING PRIDE, debuted late 2012 from Etopia Press. A spin off short story based on the lions of Tsavo, TSAVO PRIDE, is now available on Amazon. Forthcoming novels include EVOKE, Book Two in the ENDURE series, from Etopia Press, and a Young Adult Paranormal Romance, ZODIAC COLLECTOR, from Spencer Hill Press. When she's not writing, she is working at the hospital, blogging at Author Laura Diamond--Lucid Dreamer and renovating her 225+ year old fixer-upper mansion.

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Monday, June 24, 2013

Calling All Readers

With edits wrapping up, I though now was the perfect time for this announcement:

I have a limited number of ARC's for Charmed Memories, book two in the Princess of Valendria series, available. This is a stand alone companion novel to Quest of the Hart. 

Log Line: "A prince vows to prove the girl he loves is his missing princess by recovering her lost memories."

Book Blurb:
Prince Trevor has always placed duty to his kingdom above the desires of his own heart. But when his betrothed is lost at sea, he finds himself torn between honor and love.

After four years of searching for the missing princess, he begins to secretly long for Lady Bri, the Woodland Guide he works with each day. But the law says he must marry a princess, and Bri is barely a noble.

When Trevor learns that Bri shipwrecked at the same time and place as the princess, he begins to believe he has finally found his bride-to-be. But his happiness is short lived. Bri has no memory of her past, and the princess wasn't the only girl who disappeared from the ship.

Desperate to prove Bri is his princess, Trevor unwittingly places the two of them in grave danger. Buried in Bri's memories are deadly secrets someone wants kept from the light of day, and learning who she is may cost more than either is willing to pay.

If you are interested in an ARC, contact me at mewaibel(at)gmail(dot)com. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Burning Seal by Jenna Storm

Thank you Mary for inviting me to spotlight my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, The Burning Seal, Book One in the Elements Series.  You're welcome Jenna. I really enjoyed this book. It's filled with all my favorite things: great characters, romance, intrigue, and paranormal.

I loved creating and developing the hero and heroine, exploring the paranormal and setting the story in New Orleans. I’m working on book two at this time. [Yay!]  I consider myself lucky to spend more time with the main characters from The Burning Seal while giving Mara and Ash [I was hoping I'd get a chance to learn more about these two!]  a chance to tell their story. I hope to finish their story soon. The ideas are already popping into my head for the third book. [Oh! How exciting!]

I’m giving away a copy of The Burning Seal, (ebook format) to a random commenter so please leave your email along with a comment. 

I hope you enjoy the excerpt!

 Back Cover:
Detective Danni Keegan is plunged into a dark, demonic world where survival depends on deciphering the connection between ritual killings, and a demon terrorizing her for a “gift” she wasn’t even aware she possessed. She must unravel her dreams of another woman who lived during ancient times and battled a bloodthirsty demon—the same demon who now hunts Danni. The loss of her body and soul looms imminent as her only chance to destroy the demon depends on changing her new partner’s convictions. He is a sinfully sexy man, who exudes power and self-assurance with the ease of breathing and has an iron-willed determination not to believe in the paranormal.

This excerpt is from a chapter in the book where Danni is at the police station (District) looking for her boss Sam and runs into Chase, a fellow detective (and hero in story) with a healthy disbelief in the paranormal.

Chase spotted her and strode forward. His hostility breached the closed door before he did. He stepped into the hall and pulled the door shut. His gaze raked her. Gold sparked in his brown eyes and then disappeared.
“Have you seen Sam?” The last bit of her strength went into managing a strong tone.
A run-in with Chase was inevitable, but she didn’t want it when her emotions were so high, her control shot. She shook her head and left him standing there.
He called out to her retreating back. “It’s his day off, but he was planning to work in his office.”
He trotted to catch up. “Something wrong?”
“You can get back to what you were doing I don’t need an escort. I know my way around.”
He matched her pace. “Why don’t you just tell me now and save me some time? From the look on your face I’ll be hearing about it anyway.”
She ignored him. Maybe she’d catch a break and he’d just vanish. Weirder things had happened lately. Unfortunately, no poof of smoke took Chase away.
They reached the desk sergeant and once Sam answered his page, she went to his office as he’d instructed and waited. She couldn’t fake normalcy any longer. Her pasted smile slipped as doubts took hold. How would she explain what she saw? How would she get through the retelling without losing control? Her stomach pitched in anticipation of the next few minutes. She had to give them enough information to explain the homicide, but she couldn’t tell them a demon committed the crime.
Chase planted himself inside the door. At least he didn’t bother her with small talk. His eyes followed her, as if his stare could break down her walls. A fake conversation would have been impossible while she used all her energy to stop the woman’s screams from ricocheting in her head.
“What’s happened Danni? It’s obvious you’re upset.”
She forced her teeth to release her lower lip. “I’m fine.” She needed to hold onto her emotions. If she slipped, the pain, and fear from the night before would get the better of her.
“This is fine?” he asked, blandly.
“It’s pretty good considering.” She laughed harshly. “You should leave now. You won’t like the conversation in the next few minutes.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Let’s just say you need to have an open mind for what I’m about to tell Sam. And we both know you don’t.”
He shoved off the door frame. “Ah. Another trip into the Twilight Zone I take it.”
“I don’t care what you think. Only Sam needs to believe me.”
He stood scant inches from her. “If you’re playing Sam I’ll find out, and cop or not, I’ll make your life a living hell. Understand?” His warning came out low and hard, matched by the barely perceptible curl of his upper lip.
She resisted backing away. “I’m already in hell you can’t make it any worse.”
“Watch me.
Believe me, you want to read more of this!

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Guest Posting on the Muse Blog

Today I'm guest posting on the MUSE BLOG about writing with the five senses in mind. Would love for you to stop by and play along!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Meet Penny Estelle

Today I am thrilled to host Penny Estelle as she talks about her Wickware Sagas. Welcome, Penny! I'm thrilled to have you here. What can you tell us about  the Birth of the Wickware Sagas?

I was visiting my daughter in Utah a few summers ago and my grandson, who was ten, and several of his friends came in. One of the boys picked up a small toy that was a bow and arrow set. The arrows had those suction tips on them. They all took turns shooting at the target and missed. I said, “William Tell’s record is safe.” They all gave me a confused look and said, “Who?”

LOL! I bet that got you some funny looks.

These boys didn’t know who this famous legend was. I got to thinking about it and the next day the Wickware Sagas were started. I took seventh graders of today and sent them back in time (with the help of old lady Wickware) and they came nose to nose with the famous, historical person they were to do a report on.

How wonderful! Reminds me a little of the Magic Treehouse series my son read in elementary school.

Billy Cooper’s Awesome Nightmare, Book 1 of the Wickware Sagas, which is the William Tell story, was picked up by MuseItUp Publishing. I was asked to do four more short stories that will eventually become a book.

How exciting! Tell us more about how you chose your historical figures.

As history and I were never close friends this wasn’t a walk in the park for me. I tried to find characters that were not well known. I finally came up with Sybil Ludington, Molly Pitcher, Francis Scott Key, and the Orphan Trains. (I have to confess, I only recognize Molly Pitcher and Francis Scott Key) The research on all these stories was a real eye-opener. As pathetic as this sounds, I knew very little about these subjects. As a matter of fact the only thing I knew for certain was that Francis Scott Key wrote our National Anthem and even that fact has some twists and turns. I found the research to be interesting and enjoyable – Who knew!!!

Oh! Now you've really piqued my interest. What do you hope the Wickware  Sagas will do for teen readers?

My fear is some kids will see my stories as educational and not give them a chance.

My hope is, maybe, just maybe, kids will read the Wickware Sagas and not only find stories that are fun and adventurous, with time travel thrown in, but also learn a little about some folks who made our world what it is today.

What happens in book 2?

Book 2 of the Wickware Sagas, is Ride of a Lifetime. This is the story of a 7th grade bully, who gets a “big” attitude adjustment when he ends up in 18-century New York and meets the female Paul Revere. He learns a lesson in humility and finds out what bravery is all about!

Humility and bravery are excellent lessons. Where can we find these two releases?

Billy Cooper’s Awesome Nightmare                                      Ride of a Lifetime
 MuseItUp -                                   MuseItUp -
Amazon -                                           Amazon -

For a limited time, if you order Ride of a Lifetime from MuseItUp, you get a 20% discount AND Billy Cooper’s Awesome Nightmare – FREE! – FREE!

Now, that's a great deal!!  Thanks so much Penny, and good luck! Come back soon and tell us about book three and four!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

PODs by Michelle Pickett

Release Date: 06/24/13
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
312 pages

Summary from Goodreads:
Seventeen-year-old Eva is a chosen one. Chosen to live, while others meet a swift and painful death from an incurable virus so lethal, a person is dead within days of symptoms emerging. In the POD system, a series of underground habitats built by the government, she waits with the other chosen for the deadly virus to claim those above. Separated from family and friends, it's in the PODs she meets David. And while true love might not conquer all, it's a balm for the broken soul.

After a year, scientists believe the population has died, and without living hosts, so has the virus. That's the theory, anyway. But when the PODs are opened, survivors find the surface holds a vicious secret. The virus mutated, infecting those left top-side and creating... monsters.

Eva and David hide from the infected in the abandoned PODs. Together they try to build a life--a new beginning. But the infected follow and are relentless in their attacks. Leaving Eva and David to fight for survival, and pray for a cure.

The bus ride to the quarantine facility took more than ten hours. I was shoved against the window by my seatmate who slept almost the entire trip. He was a big guy, taking up most of the seat, and when he slept his body lolled to the side, wedging me against the metal side of the bus.

 As we traveled, the air turned hot and dry, different than the humid, sticky climate of my coastal Texas hometown. The old school bus didn’t have air conditioning and the small windows didn’t let much air in. My seatmate’s body heat didn’t help. I was hot, thirsty, and had to pee in the worst way.

Wondering how much longer I’d be drooled on by the guy next to me, I strained my face against the window, looking for anything on the flat landscape.

That’s when I saw them.

I don’t know why I was surprised. I should’ve expected it after what had happened at the high school, but I hadn’t. It was worse than at the school—rioters everywhere. They waved anti-raffle signs and signs cursing the “Chosen.”

The land around the quarantine area was flat, dry, and dusty. The people lining the road sat under makeshift tents to keep out of the sun. Some stood on top of their RVs waving their handmade signs; one burned an American flag.

I watched women holding their small children toward the bus, begging with tear-stained faces for us to take them. I wanted to reach out and snatch them out of their mothers’ hands as we drove past. Several of the other people on the bus reached up and pushed their windows shut.

The National Guard at the quarantine site didn’t allow  people to get close enough to touch the bus. They were shot with rubber bullets or Tasered if they tried to cross the police line. Every time I heard the shot of the riot guns I jumped. My muscles ached from tensing them—waiting for the inevitable sound.

“Why are you crying?” A boy sitting in front of me looked at me like I’d grown another head. “They’d probably kill you and steal your place in the PODs if given the chance.”

I shook my head, remembering what my dad had told me. “They’re just scared,” I said. After all, they were, essentially, the walking dead.

The rioters screamed and cursed us. They threw rocks and eggs as we drove by. An egg hit the window next to me, the slimy insides plopping against my head, matting my hair.

“Gross,” the boy sitting next to me said.

I just looked at him and rolled my eyes.

Yeah, the egg is gross. And the drool coming out of your mouth and dripping on my leg while you slept, leaning on me, was glorious.

The bus stopped in a fenced area like the one at the high school. The crowd screamed and banged the fence posts with their crude, homemade picket signs. Some climbed on the fence, pulling at it like chimpanzees at the zoo.

“Stay seated until your name is called,” a soldier yelled. “When you are called, grab your belongings and wait to be escorted into the building.”

Oh please, call this guy’s name. He needs to move before I shove him off the seat. I’m tired of being pinned against the side of the bus. I need some room.

Thankfully, my name was called soon after we stopped. I stood, stretched the kinks out of my muscles, and plowed through the massive body blocking me. Clambering over the other luggage that filled the aisle, I grabbed my two suitcases and stood in front of the bus.

The one-story brick building was large but had no windows, only a single green door. I couldn’t see the other sides, but I had a feeling there’d be no windows there, either—no glass for rioters to break through.

The soldier walked up from behind me, tapping my suitcase with his clipboard. “Follow me.”
I shuffled into the brick building, guided by the same guardsman who’d ripped me away from my parents hours earlier…

“I love you,” my mom said through her tears, her voice thick and trembling.

“I want to stay with you,” I pleaded.

“Come here, kiddo.” My dad, his face distorted with grief, folded me in a tight hug. He kissed the top of my head and told me he loved me and how proud he was of me. “I know, when this is over, you are going to do great things, Eva. you’re a fighter. I love you so much.”

A rough hand grabbed my arm, pulling me away from my dad. “Get on the bus,” the male voice ordered, yelling to be heard over the crying of parents and children saying their final goodbyes.

“I’m not done saying goodbye…” He didn’t let go, pulling me with him. My heels digging into the dirt, I tried to pull away. I needed one more hug, to hear them tell me they loved me and to tell them I loved them, too.

“MOM!” I screamed. “DAD!” Tears stained my face. The man thrust me toward the steps of the old, yellow school bus. I screamed one more time for my parents, telling them I loved them, reaching my arms out to them.

I could see my mom’s body rock with the force of her cries. Tears ran down my father’s face. “We love you, Evangelina,” I heard them call just before the bus door closed.

It was the last thing I’d hear my parents say. It was the last image I’d have of them. I pressed my hand to the window of the bus, my head bowed as I sobbed. I didn’t try to hide my tears. Everyone on the bus was crying for their families. We knew what awaited them.


I shook my head, trying to erase the horrible memory. I wanted to remember the good things about them, not saying goodbye.

Goodbyes are hard, but this one had been different. This wasn’t a goodbye, I’ll see you in a month. It was a permanent goodbye. I’d never see my parents again. The overwhelming sadness took over, like a black hole sucking me in. Fat, salty tears ran down my face, and I could feel my nose running. I wiped my arm across it. 

My eyes were swollen, my throat sore, and my chest tight.

I was alone. My parents were gone. No brothers or sisters. Just me—an orphan of the virus.

***Advanced Praise For PODs***

“…an energetic, tumultuous roller coaster ride that me on the edge of my seat and biting my nails…You know when Goodreads says “Meet You Next Favourite Book?” Well this is it! This is my favourite book of 2013…In my honest opinion Michelle Pickett is best-selling author material…overflowing with talent…It doesn’t feel like a debut book; her writing speaks of someone who has been writing and publishing books for years.”  ~ Keren of Gothic Angel Book Reviews

“It is very rare these days for a YA book to suck me in so thoroughly that I lose all concept of time and place, I’m just too busy for that.  But PODs did exactly that.  I was pulled right into Eva’s world and stayed there until the end… All in all, I give it my rare 5 out of 5 stars with a warning: Do not pick this book up unless you’ve cleared your schedule for several hours!”  ~ DJ of The Curvy Writer Blog

5 glowing, sparkling stars for this one!...I absolutely adored every character Michelle introduces us to. This book isn't just about a romance, or two people fighting some battle. This book allows us to get to know several, amazing, diverse characters who all grab your heart (even a few who have attitude issues). They all held such an important place in the story… Now for the plot. Holy crap!... Michelle did a flippin' fantastic job giving us each piece of this puzzle… I won't go into details about what happens after they are removed from the POD but O-M-G! The action never stops…This book seriously needs to be a movie. I could picture every detail and already see it playing out on screen. PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!”  ~ Jessica of Total Bookaholic
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About the Author:
I'm a wife, mother, author, reader, although not always in that order.  I write young adult urban fantasies, science/fiction and paranormal romances and have recently started dabbling in young adult contemporary romance. Reading was one of my earliest passions, writing soon followed. I began writing seriously during college where I graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in accounting. Why I chose a career that frowns on creativity remains a mystery.
I’m addicted to Reese’s peanut butter cups and eat way too many while I write, have an abnormal obsession with hoodies and can’t write without one, and I hate to cook, but love to watch cooking shows on television. An unabashed romantic, I love a swoon-worthy ending that will give me butterflies for days.
I wrote my debut young adult novel, PODs, in 2011. PODs, a science/fiction, post-apocalyptic romance, will be released June 4, 2013 through the amazing Spencer Hill Press.  My second young adult title, Milayna, a paranormal romance, will release through Spencer Hill Press beginning in March 2014. Milayna is a standalone, with series potential. It’s meant to be a trilogy. The Infected, a PODs novel, will release November 2014. It is the second, and last, book in the PODs series.
I was born and raised in Flint, Michigan.  I now reside in a small community outside Houston, Texas with my incredibly supportive, not to mention gorgeous, husband, three amazing school-aged children, a 125-pound lap dog, and a snooty cat.
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Monday, June 3, 2013

How Authors Write - Anne Stenhouse

Happy June! Can you believe we're almost halfway through the year already? Where does the time go? I'm busy working away on getting book three ready for submission (hopefully within the week), and will soon be getting more edits for book two. Things are really moving along.

Today, I'm pleased to introduce you to fellow Muse author Anne Stenhouse. Anne's sharing her writing process and giving us a glimpse at her new release Mariah's Marriage. Welcome Anne!

ANNE STENHOUSE has always loved words. Reading them and using them greedily, she can’t truly remember a time when she couldn’t escape into the pages of a book and certainly can’t remember when she couldn’t talk and ask questions. Anne is a published and performed playwright. She studied both English and History at University in Edinburgh, and finds it a great joy to combine these two disciplines in her first novel, Mariah’s Marriage. Being a playwright means Anne loves dialogue and knows a piece is going well when she ‘begins to hear the characters talking to each other’. She has been a civil servant, full-time Mum, and for a while, a worker in an Addictions’ rehabilitation unit. Anne lives in Scotland with her husband and dancing partner of over thirty years. Their children and a grandchild are close by.

What do you write? 
Historical romance with a lot of dialogue and humour.

Do you use 1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs? 
I use third person and like to give the hero a turn to speak from time to time.

How do you get started with a book- is it an idea, a character, vary from story to story? 
It’s very often a place and then people talking in that place.

Do you draft quickly?
No, not really. I am incapable of moving on without tinkering. When I re-read yesterday’s writing, I always find something to improve. I did the NaNoWriMo last year and that was a very hard discipline – moving on without editing. I got to 50,000 words, but I did sneak in some editing! [I wouldn't call that cheating- it's hard not to look over what you wrote the day before and not fiddle with it!]

Do you do research before your first draft, during?
Research is ongoing. I write about the early nineteenth century in London and Edinburgh and read in the period a lot. Sometimes I need to check a fact and that’s where being in Edinburgh is such a help because we have wonderful libraries and helpful librarians.

Do you outline? How?
No. I’m what I think is called a pantser – Write by the seat of my pants. Having written plays for so long. I listen to the characters’ voices. Once I’m confident they’re consistent, I can think about how to show my theme. [Yes, definitely a pantster (or however you spell that word!) Love that you listen to your character first.]

Do you name everything up front when you are drafting or do you leave comments for yourself to go back and fill in later so you don't lose the flow of what you are working on? There will be gaps in the ms where I need to go back. I can’t ever remember what colour anyone’s hair or eyes are for a start, even after I’ve written character studies. Your question is right in that if you correct as you go along, it takes you out of the zone and that creative mist can be blown away. [Yes, I find myself dropping in things like XYZ place, or ABC name so I don't lose the flow of my thoughts. When I reach the end of that section, I'll go back and brainstorm on names of check things I've flagged (like, does she know this yet?)]

Do you work with CP's or Beta's? How soon into your draft do you let them see your work? 
My first novel, whose Maytime Blog tour you are part of, is Mariah’s Marriage. [Yay! So glad to be a part of this!] It was read by several people and I acknowledge Johanna Scapens and Kate Blackadder together with my lovely MuseItUp editors, Judy Roth and Greta Gunselman [Love Judy, and I will be working with Greta this time around. Can't wait!]. I also am aware of how much I owe the RNA reader, but don’t know that person’s name as the readers work anonymously. The first chapter of the next book has been read and commented on by writing people. Fellow writers are very helpful at spotting plot glitches etc, which family aren’t. [Ah, yes. Family don't always point out the flaws, not wanting to hurt your feelings.]

What books/websites have you found most helpful to helping you write your best? 
Reading in my market is very helpful. I love Jane Austen, but also a Scottish writer of the period called Susan Ferrier. I have benefited a lot from writing on-line with a site called I also like to go back to the Writers’ News short story writing course – I teach on it – because it stresses how good it is to keep everything simple. Anything that reminds you to keep the story at the forefront and use the active voice is good. [Yes, active is very good! My new CP has been having fun pointing out all my passive - sections-who new they'd creep up so much!]

What do you know now that you wish you knew when you started writing?
Simple is best. As an English Lit and Lang graduate, I was inclined to rejoice in long words and long sentences with lots of description. I know better now. [Oh, yeah. Totally agree that using simple words is better than big words, unless your goal is to teach a new word.]

What do you have out now, or coming out? 
MARIAH’S MARRIAGE from MuseItUp was published on 3rd May. [Yay! Congrats!!!]

Leaving the chapel in London’s 19th century Thames’ side where she teaches the alphabet to a raggle-taggle of urchins, Mariah Fox is charged by a stray pig. The quick intervention of Tobias Longreach saves her from certain injury. Mariah has always believed her destiny to be teaching. After the early death of her mother, she was brought up by her papa, Jerome, to believe that she could learn anything a boy could. She shares his vision of a future in which everyone, rich or poor, boy or girl, will be taught at least the rudiments of reading, writing, and counting.

Tobias was brought up a second son, but following his elder brother’s premature death, inherits an Earldom and the need to provide it with an heir. He comes to believe that Mariah will make a perfect countess and enrolls her papa’s help in securing her hand.

However, Sir Lucas Wellwood, whose debts have made him urge his sister to attempt to trap Tobias into marriage, has sinister intentions. Mariah suspects Wellwood has been mistreating his sister and she heads off impetuously to rescue her. Will Tobias and his friends reach Wellwood’s home before he can exact revenge on Mariah?

She can be bought here:
MuseItUp Publishing
Barnes and Noble

You can find me at my blog Novels Now

And now, an excerpt of Mariah's Marriage:

Mariah drew a shallow breath and kept her eyes lowered. The brim of the new chip-straw bonnet she and Tilly had purchased yesterday afternoon made it easy to avoid looking straight at his lordship should she not wish to do so. She did not wish to do so, of course, because she was here to discuss a position with his mama, the countess, and it would not serve to be always looking at his lordship.
            She pulled a mental brake on her thoughts. They were galloping ahead and very likely to get out of control. In truth, there was every prospect she would never see his lordship again even if she agreed to take on the position. His interest was undoubtedly in helping his mama to secure the best person for a troublesome vacancy.
            “I do not wish to discuss my affairs, sir, beyond what your mama needs to know in order to select the best person for her teaching position,” she said with a touch of asperity. Why should it hurt so much that Lord Mellon was being solicitous only in his anxiety not to spoil his mama’s chances of securing her services?

Oh! Sounds great, Anne! Thanks for sharing.