Ella Quinn’s MADELINE’S CHRISTMAS WISH & giveaway

It is so wonderful to be visiting you again. Thank you for inviting me!

I love history, traveling, and Christmas mixed with a dash of suspense. Which is what I have in my latest book and first novella, Madeleine’s Christmas Wish. I story takes place when Napoleon was in exile in Alba.

The French king had just been restored to his throne, but he was waffling on the matter of restoring lands to his subjects who had followed him into exile or fought on his behalf. I’ve always found this problematic. After all, what leader allows those who have remained loyal to him to lose everything, and in the early 19th century land was the major source of wealth.

My hero in Madeleine’s Christmas Wish, is one those loyal subjects. Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel operated in the shadowy and not well respected world of intelligence. His mission was to pretend to work for Napoleon, while he was actually working for the king. Through his own devices he had ensured that poachers haven’t taken over his estate, but he still needs the king’s validation of his holdings. Madeleine’s father took a different approach, he remained in France, but at the end of the war, she now finds her property in danger.

Come join the journey through France as George helps Madeleine protect her family as they fall in love.

Here is a snippet.

“Dead? When?”
Even in the darkness, Madeleine could make out the shock in Georges’s face.
“About three months ago.” She blinked back her tears. “We were told he died after falling from a horse. Which makes no sense. He gave up riding after he injured his hip. They showed us his body and said his neck had been broken.”
“How many people knew he no longer rode?” Georges asked, his voice unusually calm.
She shook her head, trying to remember. “Hardly anyone. He did not wish to show any weakness. He’d always taken the coach when he traveled for business.”
“What of your brother?”
Armand was her twin and elder by five minutes. They had always been so close, she was surprised she hadn’t felt his death. Her head began to ache, and she rubbed her temples. “We have not heard from him since the war ended. All of us assumed the worse. My father was searching for Armand, or his body, when he was murdered.”
Georges’s brows snapped together. “Where was your brother?”
“With the army.”
“He fought for Napoleon!” Georges’s tone was so furious she flinched.
What did he know about anything? His family had left France. She glared at him. “He fought for France! He fought for his family. When they offered him the commission it was a test of our loyalty. Armand dared not refuse.” Madeleine was surprised by how much she wanted Georges to understand, wanted his help in rescuing her mother and sister.  “He would have done anything for us.”
What do you think you would do, stay or leave?

 

Madeleine’s Christmas Wish

The bachelors in Ella Quinn’s Marriage Game series make a habit of resisting the irresistible. But during the season for giving, surrendering to temptation may be the greatest gift of all…

A French spy, Georges, Marquis Cruzy-le-Châtel, has lived in England for years, sacrificing his life for his country—but not his heart. For he’s never been able to forget his childhood friend, Madeleine. And now, in her hour of need, he is there to rescue her…

The victim of a ruthless statesman, Madeleine, Comtesse du Beaune, has been abducted and sent to England to work in a brothel. Her greatest wish is to return home for Christmas, and her only hope of it is to marry Georges—though she will be his wife in name alone. Yet as they steal across the snowy countryside, Georges decides to woo her—with kisses that melt the winter’s frost and leave her longing for a holiday miracle…

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Ella’s giving away a print copy (Sorry, U.S. only) of Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret to one (1) lucky commenter.  Napoleon & Josephine, great lovers, was she using him,  was he using her, or tit for tat maybe?  What do you think?

Ella Quinn lived all over the United States, the Pacific, Canada, England and Europe before finally discovering the Caribbean. She lives on a sailboat St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with her wonderful husband of over thirty years, two bossy cats and a loveable Portuguese Water Dog. Ella loves when friends connect with her.

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Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret and giveaway with Ella Quinn

Thank you for welcoming me back to Maniac Readers! I’m here to tell you a little about my latest release, Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret, book #6 in, The Marriage Game.
As this book takes place in the West Indies, sailing would naturally be involved. I was in love with sailing long before I wrote this book, but although I knew how to sail, there was a great deal I had to learn about navigation. As some of you may know, every year I volunteer for the St. Thomas International Regatta. This is a several day event with sailors from all over the world. What better place to find help regarding a pesky detail about getting my characters from St. Thomas’s Charlotte Amalie harbor to Road Town, in the British West Indies, which as the crow flies is about three nautical miles. Bear in mind this story takes place in 1816. I did mention that to the sailors I sought help from. Despite that, the conversations went something like this:
Me: I’m writing a book set in 1816 and I need to sail from Charlotte Amalie to Road Town. What is the best route?
Sailor: Leave from the East End.
Me: Um, I can’t. It didn’t exist yet.
Sailor: Hmm, then you’ll have to motor.
Me: That would be nice, but engines hadn’t been invented.
Sailor: Are you sure you don’t want to change your date?
Me: I’m pretty much stuck with the year.
Sailor: In that case, you’ll have to sail toward the East End, go around St. John and approach Road Town from that direction.
Me: What’s that, about twelve hours if I can make six to eight knots?
Sailor: That should do it.
Well, at least the wind was at their backs on the return trip.
Have you ever sailed? If not, would you like to?
Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret

William, Viscount Wivenly, plans to remain the most eligible of bachelors. He refuses to surrender to the schemes of husband-hunting ladies and matchmaking mamas. Fleeing the pressure of the ton, he’s bent on finding refuge in the West Indies. What he finds instead is a fascinating stranger, a woman so unlike those of his society that he can’t resist such a beguiling distraction…

Determined to let nothing complicate her mission to protect her family’s livelihood while covertly rescuing orphaned slave children, Miss Eugénie Villaret does her best to evade suitors. But when dashing William lures her down a path of forbidden adventure and delicious danger, she may be convinced that business can indeed be mixed with pleasure—and persuaded to add passion to her priorities…

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Barnes & Nobel and Amazon bestselling author Ella Quinn’s studies and other jobs have always been on the serious side. Reading historical romances, especially Regencies, were her escape. Eventually her love of historical novels led her to start writing them.

She is married to her wonderful husband of twenty-nine years. They have a son and granddaughter, Great Dane and a Chartreux. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa, England and Europe, she and her husband decided to make St. Thomas, VI home.

Ella is a member of the Romance Writers of American, The Beau Monde and Hearts Through History. She is represented by Elizabeth Pomada of Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency, and published by Kensington. Her debut novel The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, released in September 2013.

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DESIRING LADY CARO and giveaway with Ella Quinn

 

Thank you so much for having me back on Manic Readers!
My new book, Desiring Lady Caro, book #4 in my series, The Marriage Game happens while my hero and heroine are on the move. Specifically traveling from Venice to Paris in Lord Huntley’s private coach.
Considering the distances covered in any one day range between 30 -50 miles, depending on all sorts of things, such as the condition of the roads, how long they must wait for their horses to be changed out and so on, it’s important to do something to keep busy. There are books, looking out the window, and conversation, as long as you like the other person, but what else would one do? The answer: Games.
We have traveling games now, but I really like the ones from the early 19th century. Here are a couple of examples.
Here is an excerpt of Caro and Huntley playing chess in the carriage.

“I’m sorry. I am not used to trusting.” She rubbed her forehead. “May we discuss something else?”
“Anything you wish.” He had a long road ahead of him before she’d allow herself to have enough faith in him to discuss the most crucial topic, the rape. Yet if he and Caro were to have any kind of marriage at all, they must talk about it, though now was obviously not the right time. One step at a time. After she was safe, he would broach the subject with her. “Would you care for a game of chess?”

She let out a breath and smiled. “Yes, the same rules as yesterday?”
“No, a bit different, I think.”

They whiled away the hours making extravagant bets. Caro moved her queen. “Checkmate,” she crowed happily. “I believe I now own your castle, my lord.”

Huntley gazed down at the board. She had him dead to rights. “I think you do. I’ve nothing more to wager.” The coached slowed. “Aha! My fortunes have turned.”

Caro laughed. “You’re lucky it’s time for new horses.”

They’d agreed that all their imaginary property would return to its owner and the slate would be wiped clean at each change.
“I wouldn’t gloat overmuch,” he retorted. “I seem to remember you were down to your last chicken the last time we stopped.”

He placed the game board on the seat beside him and, after jumping down, held out his hand.
Caro took it and, still unused to the travel, climbed stiffly out of the coach. “So I was. How quickly one forgets near poverty.”

What do you like to do on long trips?

Ella’s giving away an ecopy of DESIRING LADY CARO to one (1) lucky commenter who answers her question.  Giveaway ends @12am est 4-5-14.  Good luck!

   Barnes & Nobel and Amazon bestselling author Ella Quinn’s studies and other jobs have always been on the serious side. Reading historical romances, especially Regencies, were her escape. Eventually her love of historical novels led her to start writing them.  

She is married to her wonderful husband of twenty-nine years. They have a son and granddaughter, Great Dane and a Chartreux. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa, England and Europe, she and her husband decided to make St. Thomas, VI home.  

Ella is a member of the Romance Writers of American, The Beau Monde and Hearts Through History. She is represented by Elizabeth Pomada of Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency, and published by Kensington. Her debut novel The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, released in September 2013  

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THE TEMPTATION OF LADY SERENA and giveaway with Ella Quinn

It’s great to be back on Manic Readers again!! Thanks so much for having me.
I am often asked how much of myself goes into my books, other than my blood, sweat, and tears, that is. I used to think that it wasn’t very much. Other than since my husband is 6’4” all my heroes tend to be tall, and I’m short, so my heroines tend to be on the short side as well. Then I was at a conference, and got to meet one of my critique partners in person for the first time. One of the first things she said was, “Now I know why your heroines don’t put up with any crap.”

 
But it wasn’t until my niece, who was reading my first book, The Seduction of Lady Phoebe said, “What is taking Phoebe so long?” that I realized that Hubby’s and my courtship caused the same reaction. In fact, we got engaged and broke up twice before finally getting married. Why? We were both scared to death of making a mistake. It was so bad that when I flew down to Panama, where he was stationed, to get married, his mother told him to call after we’d tied the knot. Not being someone who takes instructions well, he called before then and she hung up on him. His brothers and father were actually taking bets!

 
The Secret Life of Anna Marsh may have been conceived by my lifelong love of spies. I actually got to be one for a military exercise at one point.
But what about my third book in the Marriage Game, the Temptation of Lady Serena? At first glance, it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with my life, other than when I lived in Europe, I made frequent trips to France and Paris. I mean she’s a country girl and I’m definitely not. She tends to be shy in crowds; well, ok you have me there, but once I meet people I’m good. Yet then there is Robert. He is a real rake. A man whose heart was broken and he’s afraid to even try allowing someone to mend it. Did I mention that before I met my husband women left their phone numbers on his car window, and he never dated anyone for more than a few weeks? No? Hmm. I’ll have to give this some more thought.

 

 

Entering his home in Berkeley Square, Robert’s gaze lit on a letter which lay on the ormolu hall table, the seal already broken. When he picked it up, his nostrils were assailed by the strong, sickly sweet scent of ambergris. Holding the letter at arm’s length, he gently shook it open and perused the contents.

Collette complaining he neglected her and insisting on his attention that evening. Robert sighed. The lovely, lush, and accommodating actress had just become too demanding. It was time to give the fair Collette her congé and move on to other fields.

 

 

Ella is giving away an ecopy of THE TEMPTATION OF LADY SERENA  to one lucky commenter.  Do you identify with the heroines when you read?  Giveaway ends 1-8-14 with the winner announced shortly thereafter.  Good luck y’all, sounds like a good one.

 

Ella Quinn lived all over the United States, the Pacific, Canada, England and Europe before finally discovering the Caribbean. She lives in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with her wonderful husband, three bossy cats and a loveable great dane. Ella loves when friends connect with her.
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THE SECRET LIFE OF MISS ANNA MARSH with Ella Quinn

Thank you so much for inviting me back.

In the second book of The Marriage Game, The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, my heroine had been waiting for years for Lord Rutherford to ask him to marry her. Life is just not turning out the way she thought it would. I’ve asked her to join me today to talk about how it should have gone.

EQ: Anna, thank you for being here.

AM: You’re welcome. I must say, during this whole having my story told. I think this part of the story was given rather short shrift. I truly never expected the path to happiness to be so fraught with difficulties.

EQ: You’ve been in love with Lord Rutherford since you were a child. How did that come about?

AM smiles: Sebastian was my brother, Harry’s closest friend, you know, and always around. Also he was so handsome, and kind to me. How could I not fall in love with him.

EQ: You’ve said you expected him to propose when you came out.

AM: Indeed I did. After all, he was helping my brother keep other suitors away, therefore I was convinced he had a reason other than being Harry’s friend. Finally I had a talk with Harry, and he stopped being so unreasonable, yet Sebastian still danced with me, and was generally attentive. <she sighs> Still nothing happened.

EQ: What did you do?

AM: What any self-respecting lady does, I accepted offers to ride, and dance with other men. I also let him know about all the posies and verses being written to me.

EQ: Did it help?

AM frowns: Not at all. Then Harry died, and, although Sebastian helped me through the worst part, we seemed to drift apart. For a while I was at loose ends, not knowing what my life would bring, and my parents were having problems. FortunatelyI’d become good friends with Phoebe, Lady Evesham, and became involved in politics and charities, and stopped paying attention to Sebastian. I still wanted to marry him, but I’d come to believe he needed to love me as much as I loved him.

EQ: You do have a happy ending, so something much have changed.

AM: Yes, though we had many differences to work out. It wasn’t until I almost left him for good that he finally came to understand the real me. I used to regret not marrying him when I was young. It might have been the easier path, but I don’t think we would be as happy as we are now.

EQ: Shall we say that all is well that ends well?

AM: I think we may say exactly that.

A few minutes later, she knocked briefly on the door to the morning room in the back of the house, and tripped in only to stop. The gentleman sitting on a chair next to her mother’s chaise rose. Anna curtseyed.

Sebastian, Baron Rutherford, rose and bowed. Anna fought the urge to smile. He was tall and rangy. The cut of his coat molded to his broad shoulders, and his pantaloons clung to his muscular legs. He had hair the color of a hazelnut and impossibly gray eyes. When he was angry, they shone like molten silver. Anna frequently made him angry.

She’d loved him since she was a child. If he’d asked for her hand when she’d first come out, she would have accepted him. Now, at one and twenty, she was wiser.

Sebastian— he hated his given name—had spent the last few years dangling after Anna’s best friend, Phoebe, who was now marrying Lord Marcus Finley. With no more cover and his mother nagging at him to wed, he’d turned to Anna. Yet, the past two years had made it impossible for her to marry him unless he truly loved her and all she was. She wasn’t sure they even knew each other anymore.

Ella Quinn lived all over the United States, the Pacific, Canada, England and Europe before finally discovering the Caribbean. She lives in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with her wonderful husband, three bossy cats and a loveable great dane. Ella loves when friends connect with her.

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THE SEDUCTION OF LADY PHOEBE with giveaway

Marcus pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. Damn. Only two o’clock. He wasn’t due to pick Phoebe up for their ride in the Park for another three hours. He thought about going to his father’s study, but he’d finished the last of the accounts earlier. He needed to get out of the house. A few minutes later he was headed to 32 Ludgate Hill. He hadn’t visited Rundell and Bridge’s since he’d been back in England. Perhaps he’d find something appropriate for Phoebe.

As he passed Old Bailey Street, colorful looking couple came into view. When they drew closer, Marcus blinked. The man wore lavender pantaloons and a purple coat.

The female on his arm, had on a bright blue silk gown, cut so low most of her breasts were exposed. Her large bonnet was covered with flowers and birds. Good God. It was Mr. Jonathan Ridley. Unfortunately there was no hope of avoiding him. Marcus had run into the man on Bond Street one day soon after his return.

“I say, Lord Marcus, what a pleasure running into you!” Ridley smiled and turned to the woman, obviously his current lady bird. “M’dear, you remember Lord Marcus.”

The female’s painted lips pursed as her gaze raked him from head to feet, pausing at his groin. He couldn’t imagine that he’d once found Lizzie Cox attractive.

She curtseyed. When she glanced up, he knew she’d calculated everything he wore to the last penny. “Haven’t you grown into a fine figure of a man? Why don’t you come with us, my lord? We’re going to a little party. Just the kind you like.”

Used to like. All that was in the past now and had been for eight years.

She leaned closer to him, the smell of gin almost made him gag. “You remember Moll, she’s been a bit lonely lately. I’m sure she’d like to see you again.”

Marcus had no doubt she’d been lonely for his purse. She must be in between protectors. He took in Ridley’s complexion, pasty and soft, as if he’d rarely saw the sun and didn’t know the meaning of work. The man was only a year or two older than Marcus. Is that what he would have become if he hadn’t been sent to the West Indies? What an escape he’d made.

He raised his quizzing glass focusing it on Ridley. “Still visiting the Dead Man in Whitecastle I see.”

The smile on the man’s face faded. “Nothing wrong with that. Best blue ruin around.”

Marcus inclined his head. “You must excuse me. I have business to attend to.”

When Lizzy placed her hand on his arm, he shook it off.

Her eyes widened. “It’s true then, what Rid told me about you reforming?” She shook her head. “I never would have believed it.”

“Good day, Ridley, Miss Cox.” Marcus continued to the jeweler’s. It was time he thanked his father. The old man wouldn’t know what to make of that.

 

Ella is offering a digital copy of THE SEDUCTION OF LADY PHOEBE to one (1) lucky commenter.  Do you have a POV preference or do you like to see all sides?  Giveaway ends @12am est 9-30-13 with the winner announced shortly thereafter.  Good Luck!

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