Contests!!!

come on over to Scribe Scroll for the deets on winning Winter's Desire and A Highlander Christmas!

See ya there!!!!

Feeling Sinful???

How about a little indulgence? Head on over to The Scribe's Scroll for a brand new LONG excerpt of Sinful!!!!

Enjoy!

Winter's Desire winner and news about Lord Wallingford

Hi there, check out The Scribes Scroll for the Winter's Desire winner, and some Sophie updates, as well as news about a brand new Sinful excerpt!

Be well!!! (and enjoy the excerpts)

Bright Star, Watery Eyes

I love words. The profoundness of them intrigues me. I like to use them to best effect, for language, as much as a touch or caress has the ability to strike fear, rage, pain, sadness, euphoria, arousal, happiness into our souls. We remember touch, or our first kiss, the memories may fade over time, but words...words never fade. They are tucked away in our memories, still as loud as when we first heard them.

I am not a poet. I prefer novels, always have. But in high school, I discovered two poets, whose ability to use words to convey so many emotions, thoughts and feelings drove me to read everything they had ever penned. I have a fascination with them, and am proud to say own two antique copies of their entire works. Those two poets were Byron and Keats.

I adore them both for different reasons. Keats, I love his passion, the vulnerability he conveys and his gorgeous, lush descriptions. I chose him for the poet that Lindsay and Anais read, mostly because of Keats impassioned, hopeless love for his neighbor, Fanny.

On page 197 in Addicted, Lindsay quotes part of a love letter written by John Keats to Fanny. I think it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever read.

"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion-- I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more-- I could be martyred for my religion-- love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you."

Ugh, just so impassioned and if you knew his whole story, that he did indeed, die a young man, the words only become more profound.

And just the other day, I discovered this gorgeous movie about John and Fanny's love affair. The movie is called Bright Star, and let me tell you, if you can see it, you should. At the very least, watch the trailer. I needed Kleenex, just as a warning!

Happy Friday, everyone. Let me know what you think of the movie, or trailer.
And, don't forget to enter to win a copy of Winter's Desire.

Win A Copy of Winter's Desire

I've got a copy of Winter's Desire to give away. Just go to The Scribe Scroll and leave a comment to win!

Good luck!

A New Blog

Hi guys!

After some thought, I've decided to keep up with just one blog. I'm using a combined Sophie Renwick/Charlotte Featherstone blog from now on. I just found it really hard to keep up both blogs. So, I'll be posting information about both pseudonymns on one blog--double the pleasure for you guys!

Once my webmistress does some Charlotte web updates (which will include a never before seen, 'proper' excerpt of Sinful, she'll add the new blog template. So you won't have to sign up or change anything. In the meantime, though, if you want to see what's new, come and visit me, The Scribe's Scroll is where I'll be.

Hope everyone is enjoying the beautiful fall weather. I know I am. I've been reading. It's SO nice to sit back and read a book and not have to feel guilty that I'm not getting any writing done!!! Thus far I've devoured The Frog Prince by Analiesse Evans (GAWD I love Ambrose, that bady boy Fey de la Nuit) and Lisa Kleypas' new one. Harry is a dream. Today I'm starting Covet by JR Ward. Can't wait!!!

I've Got ARC's!!!!

GAWD I love our FedEx man! He's young and cute and always grins when he hefts up those heavy boxes (and I ALWAYS admire his biceps which have tattoos). Today he had two of those precious boxes and inside was the LIT ladies first Celtic Spice anthology, Winter's Desire.

My novella is Midnight Whispers. It's 1850's Northern England, and it's the eve of the Winter Solstice. My heroine is a widow who is caught between the memories of her husband, and her desire for the life and blood younger solider who came to break the news of her husband's death.

I really love this novella. I'm proud of it.
And I'll be thinking of creative ways to give away a few copies!! Keep checking
back.

And let me tell you, the wintery forest is just stunning when you see it in person. And the boobs...well, in hubby's words....'what forest'. Yeah, Mr. All Eyeballs and Teeth, oogling the the surgically enhanced Celtic Goddess....gesh, nothing is sacred!