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Sunday, January 10, 2010

A thrilling adventure set in the Revolutionary War!

I had a pre-release opportunity to read Carla Capshaw's exciting Revolutionary War romance, The Duke's Redemption, and let me say that I was NOT disappointed. This book has everything readers want and expect in a historical romance: danger, excitement, history (but not too much), a compelling hero and heroine, and a situation that threatens to destroy their love. The eternal romance question rings true in this book: How will these two lovers ever get together???

Because I am in the midst of writing my third Revolutionary War romance for Love Inspired Historicals, this period holds great interest for me. This book kept me interested from beginning to end. It's a wonderful time in history, and I find it more than inspiring to revisit what our Founding Fathers and Mothers went through to establish our country. . .and find love in the midst of difficult times.

The Duke's Redemption is in your local bookstores right now, so I suggest you hurry over and buy it!

Here's the blurb:
He came to the colonies for one reason: revenge. Drake Amberly, Duke of
Hawk Haven, won't leave South Carolina until he's unmasked the colonial
spy who killed his brother. Yet the more he sees of spirited Elise Cooper,
the more he's moved by the happiness she brings him…never suspecting the
dangerous secret she hides.

Her faith drives Elise to spy for the rebels, dreaming only of freedom for
her homeland. Then she meets Drake, and learns that love could be hers, as
well. When his pursuit of "The Fox" brings him dangerously close to the
truth, she'll risk everything to prove that love and forgiveness are all
they need.

Find The Duke's Redemption at your local bookstore or online:
ISBN-10: 0373828284
ISBN-13: 978-0373828289

If you leave a comment, we'll put your name in the hat for our drawing for a free copy of The Duke's Redemption. This drawing is void where prohibited and applies only to residents of the United States and Canada. The drawing will be held on January 30. We must have ten entries, or this drawing will not take place. So tell your friends!

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

WE HAVE A WINNER!

CONGRATULATIONS TO KATHY CRETSINGER FOR WINNING A COPY OF LOVE THINE ENEMY. I'LL BE GIVING AWAY ANOTHER BOOK ON JULY 31, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T ENTERED, PLEASE DO!!
I'm very excited to announce the release of my new novel Love Thine Enemy from my new publisher, Steeple Hill Love Inspired Historicals. This book is special to me for many reasons, not the least of which is that it takes place in my home state of Florida during the Revolutionary War. Did you know that Florida was an English colony at that time? Neither did I until I began researching my state and found that many colonists who were loyal to the English Crown moved here to escape persecution by the Patriot colonists determined to win their freedom from England's King George III. But among those Loyalists were some covert Patriots who came to East Florida in hopes of stirring up a Boston-sized rebellion. Just think how different history would have been if they had succeeded! The United States would have begun with fifteen states (adding East and West Florida) instead of thirteen. Such was not to be. We didn't become a U. S. territory until 1821. But better late than never!

Join me on this adventure into the past.


An excerpt from Love Thine Enemy, Louise M. Gouge
READ CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
St. Johns Settlement, East Florida Colony, May 1775




Through the window of her father’s store, Rachel watched the Englishmen ride their handsome steeds up the sandy street of St. Johns Settlement. Their well-cut coats and haughty bearing – as if they owned the world – made their identities unmistakable.

“Make them pass by, Lord,” she whispered, “for surely I’ll not be able to speak a Christian word to them if they come in here.” She glanced over her shoulder at Papa to see if he had heard her, but he was focusing his attention on a newly-opened crate of goods.

Rachel turned back to the window. To her dismay, the two young men dismounted right in front of the store. One snapped his fingers at a small black boy and motioned for him to care for the horses.

Her dismay turned to anger. How did they know the boy could take time to do the task? Did they care that the child might be beaten by his owner if he lingered in town?

“What draws yer scrutiny, daughter?” Papa approached to look out the window. “Aha. Just as I hoped. From the cut of his clothes, that’s Mr. Moberly, no mistake. Make haste, child. Go behind the counter and set out those fine tins of snuff and the brass buckles. Oh, and the wig powder and whalebone combs. Mayhap these gentlemen have wives who long for such luxuries here in the wilderness.”

The delight in his voice brought back Rachel’s dismay, even as she hurried to obey. Until six months ago, Papa had been a man of great dignity, a respected whaler who commanded his own ship. Why should he make obeisance to these wretches? These popinjays?

When the two men entered, the jangling bells on the front door grated against her nerves, inciting anger once more. But for Papa’s sake, she would attempt to control it.

“What did I tell you, Oliver? Isn’t this superb?” The taller of the two men glanced about the room. “Look at all these wares.”

Rachel noticed the slight lift of his eyebrows when he saw her, but he turned his attention to Papa.

“Mr. Folger, I presume?”

“Aye, milord, I am he. How may I serve ye, sir?”

The young man chuckled. “First of all, I am not ‘milord.’”

“Not yet.” His companion held his nose high, as if something smelled bad. “But soon.”

The taller man shrugged. “Perhaps when the plantation proves as successful as Lord Egmount’s.” He reached out to Papa. “I’m Frederick Moberly, sir, His Majesty’s magistrate for St. Johns Settlement and manager of Bennington Plantation. This is my friend and business associate, Oliver Corwin.”

For the briefest moment, Papa seemed uncertain, but then he gripped the gentleman’s hand and shook it with enthusiasm. “How do ye, my good sirs? I’m pleased to meet ye both.”

“And I’m pleased to see your fine little store ready for business.” Moberly again surveyed the shelves and counters. And again his glance stopped at Rachel.

Papa cleared his throat. “My daughter, Miss Folger.”

Moberly swept off his brimmed hat and bent forward in a courtly bow, revealing black hair pulled back in a long queue. “How do you do, Miss Folger?”

She forced herself to curtsy but did not speak. The very idea, a gentleman giving a shopkeeper’s daughter such honors. No doubt the man was a flatterer. The one named Corwin made no such gesture, but his intense stare brought heat to her face. Rachel could not decide which man would require her to be more vigilant.

Moberly’s gaze lingered on her for another instant before he turned back to Papa. “Your store and the village’s other new ones are what I’ve been hoping for. If St. Johns Settlement is to succeed as a colonial outpost, we must have every convenience to offer our settlers. Tell me, Folger, do you have any concerns about your shipments? With all that nonsense going on in the northern colonies, do you expect any delay in delivery of your goods?”

“Well, sir, I had no difficulty sailing down here from Boston. I expect all those troubles to be behind us soon. The rebels simply haven’t the resources. I’ll wager wiser heads will prevail. I’m from Nantucket, ye see, and we’re loyal to the Crown.”

Corwin snorted, and Moberly glanced his way with a frown.

“Ah, yes, Nantucket.” The magistrate appeared interested. “From whence whalers set out to harvest the world’s finest lamp oil. Will you be receiving goods from there?”

“Perhaps some, sir. My own ship will sail to and from London until things are settled.”

“Good, good.” Moberly nodded. “And are you a Quaker, as I’ve heard most Nantucketers are?”

“I was reared in the Society of Friends,” Papa said. “But I don’t mind wearing a brass button or a buckle.”

“We don’t need any dissenters here.” Corwin’s eyes narrowed.

“Now, Oliver, the man said he wasn’t a zealot.” Moberly gave Papa a genial look. “Moderation in all things, would you not agree?”

“Precisely my sentiments, sir.”

Rachel inhaled deeply. She must not display her feelings. This was not Nantucket, where women spoke their minds. Nor was it Boston, where patriots – both men and women – clamored for separation from England. Until she got the lay of the land here in East Florida Colony, she must not risk harming Papa’s enterprise.

“Miss Folger.” Moberly approached the wide oak counter behind which she stood. “What do you think of our little settlement?”

She caught a glimpse of Papa’s warning look and stifled a curt reply. “I am certain it is everything King George could wish for.” She ventured a direct look and discovered his eyes to be dark gray edged by black lashes. His tanned, clean-shaven cheeks had a youthful yet strong contour. Young, handsome, self-assured. Like the English officers who ordered the shooting of the patriots at Lexington and Concord just over a month ago.

Her reply seemed to please him, for his eyes twinkled, and Rachel’s traitorous pulse beat faster. Belay that, foolish heart. These are not your kind.

“Indeed, I do hope His Majesty approves of my work here.” A winsome expression crossed his face. “As you may know, in England, younger sons must earn their fortunes. But if we are clever and the Fates favor us, we too can gain society’s interest and perhaps even its approval.”

Rachel returned a tight smile. “In America, every man has the opportunity to earn his fortune and his place in society.” With the help of God, not fate.

He grinned. “Then I’ve come to the right place, have I not?”

The man had not comprehended her insult in the least. How she longed to shake her fist at him and tell him exactly what she thought of his King George and all greedy Englishmen.

Papa emitted a nervous cough. “Indeed ye have, my good sir. And so have we.” Again, his frown scolded her. “Now, sir, is there anything in particular we can help ye with?”

“Hmm.” The magistrate effected a thoughtful pose, with arms crossed and a finger resting on his chin. “My Mrs. Winthrop requested tea, if you have some.” He tapped his temple. “And something else. Oliver, can you recall the other items she mentioned?”

“Flour and coffee.” Corwin’s languid tone revealed boredom, perhaps even annoyance. “She wanted a list of his spices, and of course she’ll want to know about those fabrics.” He waved toward the crates Papa had opened.

At Papa’s instruction, Rachel wrote down the items they had imported from Boston, things an English housekeeper might want here in the wilderness. She snipped small samples of the linen, muslin, and other fabrics and wrapped them in brown paper. All the while, she felt the stares of the two men. Despite the summer heat, a shiver ran down her back while a blush warmed her cheeks.

None too soon, they made their purchases and left, but not before Mr. Moberly once again bowed to her. Why did he engage in such courtesy? Neither in England nor in Boston would he thus have honored her, nor even have acknowledged her existence.

“Well, daughter, what think ye?” Papa held up the gold guineas they had given him. “His lordship didn’t even ask for credit.”

“Papa, will you listen to yourself?” Rachel leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her chin on her fists. “You were raised a Quaker, yet hear how you go on about ‘milord’ and ‘his lordship.’”

Papa harrumphed. “I suppose ye’ll be after me to take up my ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ again. Ye, who abandoned the Friends yerself, going off to that other church with yer sister and her husband.” He lumbered on his wounded leg toward the back room. “I should never have sent ye to Boston to live with Susanna.”

He disappeared behind the burlap curtain, and soon Rachel heard crates being shoved roughly across the hard tabby floor. Sorrow cut into her. Had he not been injured on his last whaling voyage, he could still captain his own ship, and she would still be in Boston helping the patriots’ noble cause. Instead, she must live here in East Florida to help him.

He must feel as cross as she did about their differences of opinion, both about the revolution and the Englishmen. But she had not chosen to flee Massachusetts Colony to avoid the war against the Crown. How could he expect her to treat the English oppressors with civility?

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“Pleasant fellow, that Folger.” Frederick flipped a farthing to the Negro boy who held their horses. “Good job, lad. If you get into trouble, tell your master Mr. Moberly required your services.”

“Pleasant fellow, indeed.” Oliver grasped his horse’s reins and swung into the saddle. “’Tis the little chit you found pleasant.”

“And you did not?” Frederick mounted Essex and reined the stallion toward the plantation road. “I saw you watching her as if she were a plump partridge and you a starving man.”

Oliver drew up beside him. “Of course I was watching her. Your father sent me along to this heaven-forsaken place to make sure no provincial lass sets her cap for you. And if she does, I’m to nip the budding romance.”

Frederick swallowed a bitter retort. Oliver’s reminder ruined the agreeable feeling that had settled in his chest the moment he set eyes on the fair-haired maiden. Here he was at twenty-three, and the old earl still treated him as if he were a boy sitting in an Eton classroom. As for the girl, she was no chit, but fully a woman, possessing a diminutive but elegant figure. Spirited, too, from the liveliness he had noticed in her fine dark eyes. But he would not say so, for Oliver would only misunderstand his generous opinion of her.

“Have no care on that account. I’ve no plans to pursue American women.” He glanced at the rolling landscape with its sandy soil and countless varieties of vegetation. While the weather could inflict heat, lightning, and hurricanes upon inhabitants, he found East Florida a pleasant paradise, as satisfying as anyplace for building his future.

“You cannot fool me,” Oliver said. “Need I remind you that if you fail here, Lord Bennington will ship you off to His Majesty’s Royal Navy? You’ll end up wearing the indigo instead of growing it.”

Frederick glared at him. “Fail? My father sent me to rescue the plantation from Bartleby’s mismanagement, and that’s exactly what I have accomplished. He will not be quick to snatch me home.”

“You know as well as I it’s the moral failure he’s concerned about.”
Frederick gritted his teeth. How long would he have to pay for the sins of his older brothers? “Rest easy on that account. I’ll not risk my business association with Mr. Folger by dallying with his daughter. However, if you will recall, we’re supposed to be building a settlement here. Before we can bring English ladies to this wilderness, we must provide necessary services. This man Folger may have friends up north who want no part in the rebellion. We must court him, if you will, to lure other worthies to East Florida Colony, even if it means socializing with the merchant class.”

Oliver regarded him with a skeptical frown. “Just be certain you don’t socialize with the little Nantucket wench while you await those English ladies.”





Love Thine Enemy
Steeple Hill Love Inspired Historical
July 2009, ISBN - 13: 978-0-373-82815-9
Available at Walmart, your local bookstore, and online bookstores.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Laurie Alice Eakes ROCKS as an historical novelist!

CONGRATULATIONS to Pamela Williams, who won a free copy of Better Than Gold!


I am so excited to have my good friend Laurie Alice Eakes as my guest for these next few days. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND YOUR EMAIL ADDY SO YOU CAN BE ENTERED IN THE DRAWING FOR HER LATEST RELEASE!



1. Laurie Alice, what book or project is coming out or has come out that you’d like to tell us about?

Better than Gold, Heartsong Presents, Barbour Publishing. It's been released to the book club this month and is available from the publisher. 1876 Iowa.

2. How long had you been writing seriously before you got “the call” that you were going to be published? Tell us how you heard and what went through your head.

This is always a difficult question to answer. My writing has taken many twists and turns over the years with long hiatuses for things like grad school and work schedules that left no time for writing. So I tend to say two years from when I finished grad school and when I got "The Call". I'm ashamed to say that my reaction was, "It's about time." Not that I wasn't ecstatic, but I was also relieved.

3. What’s the best advice you’ve heard on writing/publication?

If you want to be published, sit in the chair and write.

4. What’s something you wish you’d known earlier on that might have saved you some time/frustration in the publishing business?

I could write whole books on this, except I think people have. Probably make sure your agent knows the genre for which you are writing. Or make sure you know the genre for which you are writing.

5. Do you have a scripture or quote that has been speaking to you lately?

Matthew 28:19-20: Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.

6. What piece of writing have you done that you’re particularly proud of and why?

My master's thesis novel, True as Fate. It's complex both in plot and character emotion, and sometimes I think I managed to pull off that which I set out to do—create a novel that readers couldn't put down. Ironically, I haven't yet tried to sell it. (Louise speaking now. I must add that this as an awesome, exciting novel!)

7. Can you give us a view into a typical day of your writing life?

On my favorite kind of writing days, of which I get too few due to other commitments, I get up at 4:00 in the morning, write for three hours, then go to the gym for 30-45 minutes, eat breakfast, shower, nap, then put in another two-three hours of work. Since I live in the city, I love the early hours when everything is quiet. No one is Iming me or calling me or wanting me to do something. And my brain is fresh. Later in the day, if I don't have a nap, I just can't get that energy up to be creative.



8. If you could choose to have one strength of another writer, what would it be and from whom?

The answer to this question can be found at http://www.inspirationaleditor.blogspot.com/

And visit Laurie Alice at her Web site and blog: http://www.lauriealiceeakes.com/

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