Sarah Granger – A Minor Inconvenience book tour

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In A Minor Inconvenience, Hugh’s sister Sophia is rather taken with a gentleman whom Hugh scornfully dismisses as modelling himself after one of Lord Byron’s heroes. The gentleman in question bears all the hallmarks of being misunderstood, brooding and mysterious, with a disdain of social norms. To Sophia’s dismay, the whole concept of a darkly handsome romantic hero is quite lost on Hugh (at least, until Theo Lindsay turns up).

Although that reference to the Byronic hero is the sum total of Lord Byron’s connection to the book, I stumbled across some rather fun facts about him in the course of my more general research, which I thought others might find as interesting as I did.

As well as the whole tempestuous affair with Lady Caroline Lamb and suspected incestuous relationship with his half-sister, he had a more redeeming feature—his love for animals. Forbidden by college rules from keeping a pet dog in his rooms at Cambridge, Byron instead had a tame bear. When his favourite dog, Boatswain, was ill with rabies, Byron nursed him. Given that Boatswain was a Newfoundland—not exactly a small dog—and rabid dogs can become vicious, that seems to me to be taking affection to extremes. I suppose it might be accounted for by the ‘mad’ element of mad, bad, and dangerous to know. Byron intended that they be interred together. As it happened, they weren’t, and Boatswain’s tomb is larger than Byron’s.

Byron apparently travelled with a menagerie. Percy Shelley reported the following when visiting Byron in Venice:

Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it. . . . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective . . . . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane.

Lord ByronOn a slightly less whimsical note, there’s the enduring tale that Byron used to drink from a human skull that was found in the grounds of his home, the half-ruined Newstead Abbey, and thought to be that of one of the monks who had lived there. He celebrated the idea in his poem, suitably titled “Lines upon a cup formed from a skull”.

Byron engaged his valet, William Fletcher, after seeing him ploughing a field. Which is always a good skill to have in a valet, of course. One never knows when it might be necessary to leave off blacking boots and starching neckcloths and engage in some agricultural activities. One of Mr. Fletcher’s duties was to rub Lord Byron down after exercise. What with this and the shenanigans of Byron’s muscular young gondolier, I’m quite surprised more of his exploits didn’t end up finding their way into the book. Another time, perhaps!

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About Minor Inconvenience

  • Title: A Minor Inconvenience
  • Author: Sarah Granger
  • Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
  • Release Date: 14th January, 2014
  • Genre: M/M Historical Romance

A_Minor_InconvenienceDuty, honor, propriety…all fall in the face of love. 

Captain Hugh Fanshawe returned from the Peninsular War with a leg that no longer works properly, thanks to a French musket ball. Now his fight against Napoleon is reduced to quiet, lonely days compiling paperwork at Horse Guards headquarters.

His evenings are spent dutifully escorting his mother and sister to stifling social engagements, where his lameness renders him an object of pity and distaste. But his orderly, restricted life is thrown into sudden disarray with the arrival of Colonel Theo Lindsay.

Theo is everything Hugh is not-a man of physical perfection and easy yet distinguished address. Surprisingly to Hugh, Theo appears to be interested in making his acquaintance. Lindsay turns out to be a most convivial companion, and Hugh finds great pleasure in his company. Their friendship deepens when they become lovers.

In spite of himself, Hugh falls desperately in love. But when a French spy is suspected at Horse Guards, Hugh discovers nothing is as it seems.and the paper he shuffles from day to day could be the instrument of his lover’s death.

Warning: Contains gallant English officers in love, dastardly French spies, skintight pantaloons (sometimes on the floor) and gleaming tasselled Hessians.

Excerpt:

Hugh was so turned about by the time the next set of dances ended that he had lost sight entirely of Lindsay. He retreated to the edge of the room, seeking a wall to stand against, only to find a hand placed in the small of his back and Lindsay’s voice close against his ear. “Escaping already, Fanshawe? I cannot permit that. We must present a united front if we are to prevail.”

Smiling, he turned his head. Lindsay looked even more handsome than Hugh had remembered, the silver buttons on his uniform coat sparkling in the light and his grey eyes filled with warmth along with the lazy amusement they so often showed.

“Does your united front permit a strategic regrouping?” Hugh asked.

“Music to my ears, Fanshawe. What have you in mind?”

“I was thinking a glass of punch and perhaps some cool air in the hall.”

“With a tactical brain like that, I can’t think how you have not yet been gazetted as general.”

Procuring a glass of cold punch each, they escaped to the hall that ran the length of the house. It proved to be a busy thoroughfare, used by those seeking to move to the card room or the dressing room, or simply to take some cooler air. In unspoken agreement, they moved to the far end and the large window onto Grosvenor Square, where they would not be disturbed. As Hugh turned to speak to Lindsay, he spied a familiar and extremely unwelcome figure reaching the top of the stairs. Stanton was here, and although Hugh thought he cut a most peculiar character in his striped waistcoat, he was fairly sure Sophia would be less discriminating in her taste.

“Damn it,” he said, momentarily forgetting he was in company.

Lindsay followed his line of sight. “Ah,” he said. “I had the impression the other night that Stanton was dangling after your sister.”

“In a manner of speaking,” Hugh concurred grimly.

“I suspected as much. Perhaps what gave me the first clue was when he likened her eyes to the beauty of stars sparkling like bright diamonds in a sky of black velvet and her smile to the sunrise that graced the dew of Eden’s first dawn.”

Hugh turned a revolted eye upon him. “No,” he begged. “No, for God’s sake, even he would not be so—so—”

“Lost in the poetical throes of passionate romance?” Lindsay suggested.

“I was about to say making a cake of himself,” Hugh said. “But Sophia—I am sure that no matter how handsome she might think him, she would never hear such nonsense without succumbing to giggles.”

“It’s possible I exaggerated his words a little,” Lindsay confessed. “Perhaps he merely mentioned how prettily her eyes shone and that her smile could light the room.”

“Well, that’s bad enough,” Hugh said indignantly. “What sort of a fellow spouts such claptrap?”

“I take it you have never courted a lady,” Lindsay said. “At least, not successfully.”

Hugh choked on his punch. And then something, whether honesty or some inner demon, prompted him to answer. “No, I never have.”

Lindsay fastened his eyes on Hugh’s suddenly, and the look in them was such that Hugh found it difficult to breathe.

Praise for A Minor Inconvenience

“…this romance is one of the best period pieces I’ve ever read.” Rainbow Reviews

“Sense and Sensibility meets A Minor Inconvenience ~ I just loved the way this book read; like reading a gay Jane Austen.In the best tradition of a sweeping historical background, Sarah sets the scene for a great romance with all the trimmings and style of the regency era…. The story is intricate and beautifully written.” Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews  (A Minor Inconvenience was one of the site’s Hotpicks for January)

“The writing is beautiful, some of the wry, clever speeches laugh-out-loud funny, and throughout the whole there is such a sense of time and place that you forget that this mundane world of ours isn’t one of breeches and Almacks, Vauxhall gardens and opera dancers.” Anna Butler

“.the humor in this story is a treat!… I applaud the author for delivering a fresh, captivating plot and such wonderfully unique characters as Hugh and Theo. If you are fancying a highly entertaining historical story – you can’t go wrong here.” Live your life, buy the book 

“I loved this book..I think anyone who loves historical romance written in the style of its setting and who likes a plot based story will love it too.” Mrs Condit & Friends Read Books

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About Sarah Granger

Sarah Granger is a sucker for a happy ending. She believes, however, that characters will only fully appreciate their happy ending if they’ve suffered along the way.

Sarah lives in the Cotswolds, an idyllic part of the English countryside with gently rolling hills, dry stone walls of golden stone and fields dotted with sheep. She has shamefully broken with local tradition by not having a rose growing around her front door. When she isn’t writing, Sarah enjoys walking in the countryside with her elderly black Labrador.

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Guest Authors Noon and Wilder – Tiger Tiger, When Two Write As One

TigerTiger72webWhen Rachel and I meet readers and other authors, one of the most common questions we get is, “How do you both write a novel?”  The second most common has to do with specifics: do we write one chapter and then switch off, how often do we talk, how do we come up with a cohesive voice so it doesn’t sound like it’s written by two people.

Thank you to Charlie Cochet for sharing The Purple Rose Tea House and inviting Rachel and I to talk about our process a bit.

While it’s tough to distill what we do into a simple formula, I’ll describe it a bit and then share some tips if you are interested in trying it for yourselves.

When we write a story, we write enough to get the ‘feel’ of the world and the characters.  For me, that takes a large chunk of writing, around 30,000 words.  I usually catch the feel pretty quickly, around 1,000 to 2,000 words, but I don’t get a good idea of the overall plot until that magic 30k.

For Rachel, she has a more internal process and when she gets a story, she works at it in her head and has the outline pretty well established fairly early in the process.  To be honest, she doesn’t share with me how early because I find an outline to suck a lot of the juice out of the story for me.

Instead, we do a lot of brainstorming.  We both think out loud, so this is a lot of fun.  We talk either on the phone or via Google Talk daily, as well as share emails when one or the other of us are at our day job and we can’t communicate.  I also leave occasional voicemails on her mobile when she’s at work and I just have to talk something through – we often joke that I use up all the voicemail tape.

For those of you curious about trying it yourselves, here’s some tips to avoid confusion:

1 – Start small.  Pick something new to you both or use a short snippet of something you’re not strongly attached to so you can experiment and see how well you work together.

2 – Don’t force it.  Be gentle with the process – it takes time to learn how you each think and communicate, as well as what gets each of you onto the page.  It may be different for each of you.

3 – Respect each others’ process.  If one of you is a night writer, and the other an early bird, don’t try to force either one to the other’s way of working.  With the internet, you can both write when you’re “on” and share it.

4 – Be patient.  Between time zone differences and different work styles, it can take time to get ideas to coalesce.  That’s normal and part of the process.

5 – Practice good communication skills.  Restate what you think you hear so you’re sure you understand the other person.  Use your emotional intelligence and don’t be afraid to have fun.  That’s what it’s all about.

To see the latest results of our collaboration, check out TIGER TIGER, available from Samhain Publishing on July 23rd.

Write on!

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Blurb:

Chicagoland Shifters, Book 2

Veterinary trauma surgeon and animal empath Sasha Soskoff has found everything he ever wanted with his new partners Neal, Steve and Carlos. Life feels as safe and secure as it can be among a group of ex-Marine tiger shifters. Until a homeless man is found, gruesomely mauled and murdered, near Neal’s BDSM club.

When it’s determined a rogue tiger did the deed, the jaguars’ accusing eyes turn toward Sasha’s lovers. The precarious balance of peace tips dangerously toward war.

Neal knows damned well none of his tigers committed the crime. Someone must be in Chicago without his knowledge or permission, and they’d better find him fast before uncertainty and conflict rip the tight-knit band apart from the inside.

As Sasha struggles to heal the stress fractures forming among his tiger family, he begins to wonder if his dreams of a home, and love, were too good to be true. And it’s precisely that moment the killer strikes at the heart of the tiger clan—Sasha himself.

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

– E.E. Cummings

 

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Publishers: Samhain Publishing | Torquere Press

 

Check out BURNING BRIGHT, available from Samhain Publishing.

Check out EMERALD FIRE, available from Torquere Books.

Check out “Taking a Chance“, available from Torquere Books.

Check out COOK LIKE A WRITER , available from Barnes and Noble.

Watch for TIGER TIGER, coming July, 2013, from Samhain Publishing.

Watch for “Seeking Hearts”, coming soon from Torquere Books.

 

Guest Author Mychael Black – Fantasy Worlds and the Patience of Readers

A long-awaited book came out two days ago. A few years in the making, it’s the second book in a trilogy that began with The Lost Son. My readers—bless them—waited several years for me to get book 2 done, and from the feedback I’ve received, it lived up to expectations. I couldn’t be happier!

Fantasy has always been my first literary love—anyone who knows me knows that. I even have a page on my website listing some of my all-time favorites. Secrets of Socendor ( http://www.mychaelblackbooks.com/ebooks/secrets-of-socendor/  ) is my first real foray into a completely new fantasy world of my own. It’s populated with elves, humans, dragons, enormous cats, and lithings—hybrids of elf and human origins.

Dragonblade is the second in this series, and it’s one that surprised even me at times. I laughed, I cried, and when I typed THE END, I mourned. Yes, there will be another book, but Dragonblade was a tough one to get through. I hope you all enjoy it as much I loved writing it.

BLURB: 

DRAGONBLADE

Secrets of Socendor, Book 2

DragonbladeWinning this battle requires a faith stronger than steel…

Legends tell of a dragon-forged weapon so powerful, it possesses the ability to traverse time itself. Knowing the havoc it could wreak, the dragons sealed it deep beneath the mountains.

No one was meant to find it, let alone wield it.

General Kalen Ysindroc, leader of the human king’s armies and the long-lost son of Socendor’s most feared wizard-king of old, is in a race against time. His half brother, Braen, is searching for the sword as a means to return their father from the grave. Kalen must not let that happen. Joined by his elven lover, wizard Micheil Thierauf, he sets out on a journey beneath the mountains to stop Braen from doing the unthinkable.

As secrets come to light that test Kalen’s faith in every way possible, including his trust in the man he’s loved nearly all his life, the right path is as clouded as the murky, dragon-blood-tainted waters of the Ebon Sea. And Kalen is forced to make a decision that could very well be his last.

 

Buy here: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/dragonblade-p-72862.html

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EXCERPT:

The next morning, Micheil found Vanya and Sorien already in the throne room. Vanya seemed a little more at ease, but Micheil had a feeling it was due more to a good night’s sleep than anything else. He joined them, taking his place near the throne.

“We need to secure the borders,” Vanya said. “I don’t know what Lerian managed to work out with the lithings, but the last ones have been driven away. We can’t afford any more incursions.”

“Do we have any word from the general?” Sorien asked.

“Not—” The throne room doors opened, and Vanya glanced up. “This doesn’t bode well.”

Micheil turned, shock holding him momentarily still. Judging by Kalen’s grim expression, Micheil had a feeling the general had pushed his horse hard to reach Seriete so fast. “What’s wrong?”

“Word arrived at the Pass from Andrion. Sherie is missing.”

“What?” Micheil stood. “Do they have any witnesses?”

“No. It’s why we’ve been summoned back to Akuron Heights.”

“Who’s Sherie?” Vanya asked.

“Princess Sherie is the daughter of the human king, Andrion,” Sorien explained. “She’s been obsessed with Micheil for years and has recently come under our scrutiny for arranging a possible contract for Kalen’s death.”

“Is she really that stupid?”

“Enough to trust lithings,” Kalen answered. “Either way, Micheil and I have to return to Akuron Heights, no doubt to lead a search party.”

“Don’t envy you that.”

“It beats leading a whole country.”

Vanya didn’t look particularly amused. “When will you be back?”

“I have no idea.” Kalen sighed. “I have a bad feeling about the whole thing.”

“Better you than me.” Vanya stood, Sorien’s hand still clasped in hers. “Come on, Sorien. Let’s get this coronation stuff over with. I have new archers to train.”

She led Sorien out of the room, leaving Micheil and Kalen alone. Micheil chuckled when he noticed Kalen staring after them.

“Don’t ask. Suffice it to say, I have the feeling heirs won’t be an issue.”

Kalen shook his head. “Him? I knew. But her?”

“Sorien has his own brand of charm. I’ve seen him work others with it many times, but never as openly as this.”

“He must have taken lessons from you, then.” Kalen turned to Micheil, pulling him close. Emerald eyes held Micheil spellbound. “The ride from the Pass wasn’t quite the same without you in front of me.”

Micheil shivered. He distinctly remembered the one time they’d made the trek on his horse—together. Despite the troubles looming, he felt himself growing hard at the memory. Kalen’s fingers threaded through Micheil’s long golden hair, and Micheil let the general pull his head back for a kiss. Kalen smelled like the dust of the road, like leather and metal and male all wrapped into one muscular, chain-mail-bound package.

“You must have run the poor horse ragged,” Micheil muttered between kisses.

Kalen smiled against Micheil’s mouth. “I had good reason.”

“Do we have to leave right now?”

Kalen tipped Micheil’s head farther, lips blazing a trail along the arch of Micheil’s throat. “No.” A nip followed, then Kalen drew back. “I need food, bed and you.”

“Not in that order, I hope.”

“Feasting on you is my top priority, sorcerer. It’s been a week since I’ve touched you.”

 

BIO: 

What do online gaming, Spongebob, cooking, writing, and an unnatural addiction to Mountain Dew all have in common?

Not a damn thing, which is what makes Mychael Black an interesting bird indeed.

Born in north Alabama, Mychael now resides on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Having run the gamut of labels in regard to gender and sexuality, Mychael now shuns society’s views on normality and embraces a poly-everything attitude. Call Mychael her or him—it doesn’t matter. Just keep reading the books.

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