Until the end of this month (November)Lindsay Downs is donating all royalties from these books to two ladies, and fellow authors, who are undergoing treatment for breast cancer.
A Bluestocking’s Christmas
Blurb-
Lady Brittany Sexton loves her newest book on Africa
but she quickly learns keeping it in her possession is difficult. For her, the
problem lies with Lord Samuel Palmer, who believes ladies should not read
inappropriate tomes. Part of Lord Palmer’s fascination is the cryptic messages
found in the margins. What quickly develops between Lady Brittany and Lord
Palmer is even more confusing.
As Christmas draws nearer and with the book still in
her possession, Lord Palmer follows her to her parents country estate. It’s there they, along with some friends,
slowly make sense of the notes.
During all of this, Lady Brittany learns a fact
about Lord Palmer that disturbs her greatly—why he desired the book. To clear her
mind and think about her answer to Lord Palmer’s sudden proposal, she goes for
a horseback ride, only for disaster to strike.
Once well, she returns home. Lady Brittany now has
to make a life changing decision. Can she… will she marry Lord Palmer ?
Excerpt-
“Lady
Brittany, what an unexpected pleasure meeting you. Then again, it’s well known
within the ton you’re a bluestocking
so I’m not that surprised on seeing you here,” he informed her with a bow.
“M’
lord, I’m truly astonished to see you at such a fine establishment as Mr.
Winterbottom’s. After overhearing your conversation last night, I wasn’t sure
you knew how to read. Now please remove yourself from in front of me so my maid
and I may return home,” she demanded.
This
time, much to her amazement, he did as asked and without saying anything until
she stepped out the door and about to descend the steps.
“I hope
you were able to find a book or two so you won’t be lonely at the ball this
eve,” he sniped at her.
“Of
course I did,” she snapped back while holding up the wrapped one on Africa.
From
the expression she saw in his dark brown eyes, Brittany suspected he knew
exactly what the book was but she didn’t want to say anything.
“Now, I
must bid you good day m’ lord as you’ve detained me long enough and I’ve dress
colours to look at and discuss. After all, isn’t that one of the few topics
ladies can and are able to expound on?”
Brittany
watched as he tried to say something in response to her comment. When, out of
frustration all he could do was shrug his shoulders she suspected this tiny
battle had been won. Turning on her heels she, with a glance to Aggie, set off
for her way home.
As they
fought the cold and the wind blowing down the street the heavenly scent of
fresh-baked rolls caught Brittany’s attention as they came upon a tea room.
With a glance to Aggie she cocked her head toward the shop.
“The
fragrance of those cinnamon buns is making me hungry. Shall we stop in for tea
and a bite to eat? I’m sure Lord Palmer will be rushing to find me and insist I
turn over my book to him,” Brittany suggested.
“Aye m’
lady. If he’s in a rage as you suspect, he won’t be looking in the windows for
you. Then, we can leisurely enjoy the offerings before returning home, where,
if I don’t miss my guess, you’ll bury yourself in the book,” Aggie said in a
teasing tone.
“You’re
so correct. I wager we could take a front table as he won’t even look in, thus
allowing us the opportunity to giggle at his antics,” Brittany said arriving at
the door to the tea room.
As they
stepped into the bakery they were met by a short, plump lady with rosy cheeks
and her hair tied back in a bun. Behind her a young lad nervously shifted from
foot to foot.
“M’
ladies, welcome to The Sweet Bun. How may I be of assistance on this cold
morning?”
“May we
could have a pot of tea, Earl Grey if possible, and two of those heavenly
cinnamon rolls? Also, as you have a front table near the fire we would like to
sit there,” Brittany answered.
“Certainly,
and I’ve the tea you prefer. My son would be happy to take your pelisses,” the
woman said, turning to the young boy and waving him forward.
Once
relieved of their outerwear the ladies swept over to the table they’d
requested. Taking a seat so she would be able to look out at the street
Brittany started to unwrap her book but thought better of it.
Bio-
What
does it take to be a bestselling author? Determination, skill, talent, luck or
taking a risk with a venture into a totally new genre. For me it was a little
of some and a lot of the others.
In 2008
when I got two books published I thought it was due to skill; little did I know
it was more luck than anything. Over the next three years I wrote, submitted,
got rejected. I then did what I tell everyone who asks; I wrote some more. I
didn’t give up.
More on
a dare than anything I tried my hand at a regency, one of the most difficult
genres because of the rules, which I might add I broke almost every one. Within
two days of its release the book was on a best seller list and stayed there for
two months.
Turns
out it is all of the aforementioned.
After
two failed marriages, one from divorce while with the other died unexpectedly I
decided upon retirement to move. That opportunity came in September 2012 when I
migrated to Texas.
For me,
as a multipublished author, it was one of the best things I’ve done to date.
Now, every day I can write, creating stories to take my readers to places they
can only dream about.
I’m also
a member of the Published Authors Network (PAN) by the Romance Writers of
America (RWA).
Where you can find me-
Book Beginning
“You see, we just have to get used to each other’s touch , that’s all. We can do this, Andie.” His hands moved into her hair as he ran his fingers through her locks. She let her arms encircle his waist and hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and feeling his warmth, burying her head in his chest. He felt good, comforting. She let her hands gently run over his back. When he leaned back a little, she tilted her head up to look at him and in that moment their eyes met and held. For a fleeting second, Andie wondered if he was going to kiss her—
