I suppose it’s not unusual that so many books I read include references to libraries or characters who love to read. I’ve done the same in my books time and again.
How could I not?
I’m an author who haunted my local small-town library from the time I was old enough to ride my bike the few blocks to the insignificant building, now turned surf shop.
I’ve devoted an entire Pinterest board to “Book Places that Dazzle” and you can bet your bippie, there’s image after image of awe-inspiring libraries pinned there.
I love beautiful old, ornate libraries, and both the author and the former teacher in me worries just a bit that libraries aren’t valued like they once were. Let’s face it. Nowadays, we can carry an entire library on our choice of electronic device.
There’s something about the smell of libraries (and used bookstores too!) that appeals to me. Perhaps it’s because I always wonder about the people who read the books before me. I’ve seen several articles in the past few years of libraries losing funding and being forced to close, or even of libraries being abandoned and the books left to rot.
Thank goodness I write historicals, and I can plop my hero or heroine into a manor library or bookseller like The Temple of the Muses.
Wouldn’t a tour of historical libraries be awesome? I’m envisioning manor houses , castle, and famous European locations!
I wonder, do you venture to your local library much anymore? I admit, I don’t except when I have another one of my books in print to donate.
If you’ll notice, my new release, SCHEMES GONE AMISS, Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper, #2, has a library on the front cover.
I even incorporated the screen in the background into the story, but you’ll have to read it find out how!
There’s a very good reason for the library on the cover. I’ll let you read part of it yourself.
Blythe waited several interminable seconds after the library door clacked shut before daring to move. Tristan must be warned of Miss Sanford’s intent to entrap him.
Blythe ought to have exploded from behind the curtains and stopped the ill-hatched plotting, and had she not been utterly flabbergasted, she’d have corralled her wits sooner and done so.
Now she understood her instinctive dislike of Miss Sanford from almost the first moment she’d met her. The pert hussy possessed a warped soul.
She’d not sink her sorceress’s talons into Tristan if Blythe could help it.
Edging along the drapery, she finally reached the door. She fumbled with the blasted lock until it slid loose, and she whipped the door open. After a quick glance about the room and veranda, she slipped outside. No sooner had she shut the door than Mr. Burlington strode across the veranda, his eyes crinkled at the corners in excitement.
“Please forgive my tardiness.” He drew his golden brows together a degree and sliced a swift glance behind her into the library. “I was detained. I hope you didn’t become impatient, darling.”
Surely that meant he intended to propose.
She didn’t have the time to gently turn him down, for refuse his offer she must. He didn’t stir anywhere near the kind of intense emotions or turmoil Tristan did, and those few minutes in the library overhearing Miss Sanford’s wicked intentions had compelled Blythe to face what she’d denied for weeks now.
Stupidly, and against her better judgment, she’d gone and fallen in love with crotchety, obstinate, impossible Tristan. Her perverse heart had chosen the one man she could never have.
Love had an irregular sense of humor.
Is his honor more important than winning her heart?
Intrepid and outspoken, Blythe Culpepper is dragged against her will to London for a Season. To her dismay, her guardian enlists the devilishly attractive Lord Leventhorpe, the one man she detests, to assist with her Come Out. Since their first encounter, hostile looks and cutting retorts have abounded whenever they meet, yet she cannot deny the way her body reacts when he’s near. So perhaps it’s no surprise that upon overhearing another woman scheming to entrap Tristan into marriage, Blythe risks all to warn him.
Haunted by childhood trauma, Tristan, the austere and controlled Marquis of Leventhorpe, usually avoids social gatherings. So why, against his better judgement, does he agree to aid his closet friend in presenting the Culpeppers to the ton? Might it be because one Culpepper stirs more than his interest? Blythe taxes him to his limits with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Yet, he cannot deny the beauty fascinates him. However, when an old enemy comes calling, using Blythe to settle old scores, Tristan must decide if protecting his honor is more important than winning the heart of the woman he has come to love.
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