Today author Rose Gordon visits on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for the historical romance, "His Jilted Bride". I enjoyed this book quite a lot, and have reviewed it here.
Rose will be awarding a $100 gift card to Amazon.com to a randomly drawn commenter, so leave a comment today and follow the rest of her tour by clicking on the banner above. Additionally, along with the grand prize giveaway that stretches for the duration of the the tour, Rose is giving away a signed copy of one of her backlist titles: His Contract Bride to one commenter on this blog (US only -- international commenters will be awarded their choice of two digital books from her backlist instead).
Rose has shared five things about her we might not have guessed. The floor is yours, Rose!
1. My husband’s hair is longer than mine. I recently cut my hair to just below my chin, and my husband has these tight spiral curls that hang down just below his shoulders, and further when wet! Ironically, many of the men I write about in my Regency novels, have long hair they keep in queues. So it didn’t come as a surprise—though was hysterically funny—when one of the women in my husband’s chemistry class asked him one day if he grew his hair long like that so he could be on the cover of one of my books.
2. I hate to hug. Yes, I know, I’m a romance novelist which automatically equates to lover of all things intimacy in some people’s minds. But not for me. I can’t explain why, but I’m not very comfortable being touched by people I don’t know—and even some I do know!
3. When people ask what I do, I tell them I’m an adult entertainer. It’s great to see their reaction. This came about when I was cornered about my extracurricular activities (writing romances) by some ladies in my church. When they asked what I was doing during the day with all of my free time now that my kids were in school, I just smiled and said I was now working as an adult entertainer. I didn’t lie. It’s true. I’m an adult and an entertainer! I’ve since given this as my job description to anyone who asks. It’s always a great way to break the ice.
4. My father reads all of my books and likes to discuss them at length. I think that’s all that needs to be said on this point.
5. I had to delete one of my things for fear of public crucifixion. Seriously. I made an admission (that I then had to delete) that many people would consider to be a crime against humanity—even though it had to do with having never read a book about vampires.
Elijah Banks cannot allow his childhood friend to continue to be shamed this way. It's been almost an hour past the time when the wedding was to start, and that bounder still hasn't shown up. Unable to sit still a second longer, Elijah does the only thing that seems logical from where he stands: kidnap the bride and marry her himself in order to escape this scandal with one far more forgiving for a young lady's reputation.
The only trouble is, she has a secret...but so does he; hers is big...but his is bigger.
Enjoy an excerpt:
He pushed open the window as far as it would go and motioned for her to come over. “All right, I'll climb out first and then help pull you through.”
She cast him a tentative glance. “Is that really necessary?”
He stared at her as if she'd just asked the stupidest question ever. “Do you know another way to get out of here without being seen?”
“No.” But that still didn't mean she wanted to climb out a window.
“Don't worry, Amelia. I'll be right there to help you.”
“Wonderful,” she muttered as he threw his left leg over the window sill, then his right.
He jumped down and took a step back. “All right, Amelia, let's see those superb leaping skills you used to boast about having.”
Had she a heavy object at her disposal—and not been in the middle of escaping what was sure to be the scandal of the season—she'd have brained him right then and there. With as much grace as her heavy satin gown would allow, she made her way to the window, pulled her skirt up as far as she could, and then threw one stocking-clad leg over the windowsill.
And that's as far as she got.
Between the heavy skirts and the voluminous petticoats underneath them, she couldn't move.
“Elijah, help me. I think my skirt is stuck.”
He grinned at her.
“Elijah, why are you just standing there?”
“Just admiring the view,” he said with a wink.
“Elijah!” She gave her dress a hearty yank, but it would seem her iron hoop stays were too wide to go through the window. “You can gawk all you want later. Just help me out.”
“Promises, promises,” he muttered, coming up to her.
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