The writings of Heather Lynn Rigaud

Welcome to Austen Nights, the home of author Heather Lynn Rigaud. Heather's writing is focused on updating the classic works of Jane Austen, taking these classic characters where they've never gone before. She welcomes you to enjoy 'Sweet Austen days and Hot Austen nights!'

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Exciting News: I am Number Five!

Publishers Weekly has just released it's list of Top Books of 2011 and guess what's #5 in the Romance catagory? You guessed it!

ME! I am so proud and delighted! What a list! Mary Balogh, Geralyn Dawson! If you don't recognize the names these are very famous, very important, very successful Romance writers. And I'm on the short list with them! Woo-hoo!

I have to admit I am currently very motivated to work on my next book.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Back to Work!

I know, it's been awhile. Truth is, I took a little break after my delightful (but exhausting) Blog Tour for Fitzwilliam Darcy Rock Star. It's been an amazing thing- publishing my first book. I've met so many wonderful people and have been so thrilled and touched by all the great reviews readers have writen and shared.

I feel it's an excellent time to be a writer-the online community is so supportive and informative. I feel truly blessed.

But, it's time to get to it, so the first order of the day is blogging. I wanted to mention that I recently discovered the Stephanie Plum books. (I know, I know, I just hadn't gotten too them) So far I've read 4 (not in order) and have really enjoyed them. And I realized that the characters in those book can be used to perfectly describe my cats.

"Honey, I am the police."
Hobbes is Morelli. He's protective, he's always where you can find him, he's a lover. He'll fight and hunt all day and all night, frequently getting beat up in the process. He's got that 'I'm a cop' thing down, even to the cop eyes.

CowCat is Ranger. While he's the same size and shape as Hobbes, he's totally different in personality. CowCat is never where you expect him to be. He drifts in and out at any random moment. He has several other homes, and he doesn't seem to want to settle down in any of them. He's also more threatening than Hobbes, but less violent: CowCat will whap at people who annoy him, but I've never seen him hunt or even get into a serious fight. (Wreasling with Hobbes doesn't count)


And then, there's Miss Irene, who makes a good Lula, other than her size. (She's tiny) She's very fancy looking, she talks (a lot) and when push comes to shove, she's a complete whimp. But she wants to be in the middle of the action and has something to say about everything. (She's a bit dopey too) Plus, her attack of choice is sitting on people.

So, that's my life in a fun, short, picture-filled page. I hope you're all doing well, and will comment to tell me what literary characters your pets resemble.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

T- 5 Days!

Well, ready or not here we go! Fitzwilliam Darcy Rock Star is launching in less than a week.

The good news is my blog tour is going well. I'm so looking forward to being on Austenprose tomorrow with Laurel Ann. And I've been getting more blogs asking to interview/review me. It's wonderful and exciting and terrifing all at once.

The not good news is Irene really had her way with me. I lost power on Sunday morning and just got it back today. (Wednesday) I still don't have cable/phone/internet and won't until September 9th. Thank goodness for Starbucks and smartphones. It's not pretty, but I'm coping.

My first blog review came in at Hanging with Bells. 3.5 out of 5 bells, which is pretty good. Of course, I love my story and want everyone else to love it, but I'll take what I can get.

That's all I can think of right now. I hope you'll all join me at Austenprose tomorrow!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

So close!

I have to say I'm going a little nuts with the waiting for FDRS to come out. Just under 2 weeks now. Luckily, I have a huge amount of writing for my blog tour to do. It keeps me busy.

I hope you will visit my blog tour stops and leave comments for me. So far, the most popular question has been "Why Rockstars?"

Here are the blog dates:

1st – Austenprose
2nd—Book Girl of Mur-y-Castel 
5th—Royal Reviews
6th—Urban Girl Reader
7th—Melissa’s Book Picks
 8th—Mary Jacobs
9th—Austenesque Reviews
 10th—Arleigh Johnson
 12th—One Literature Nut
 14th—Luxury Reading
15th—Vampire Kiss
16th—Drey’s  Library
20th—Pam van Hylckama Vlieg
21st--Diary of an Eccentric
23rd—Hanging with Bells
26th—Reviews by Molly
28th—Love Romance Passion
29th—Savvy Verse & Wit

Yeah, I'm going to be doing a lot of writing. :D It should keep me from googling my book obsessively, right?

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Slurry Meets Jane Austen

WELCOME to all our friends taking part in Austenesque Extravaganza! I've been enjoying all the fun and I hope you have too. Here's my offering:

Slurry Meets Jane Austen

From MTV News, I'm Kurt Loder.

As the release of their new biography, Fitzwilliam Darcy Rock Star draws near, MTV News has asked the members of Long Borne Suffering and Slurry to give their opinions on the work which inspired it- Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice. We wanted to know how they see themselves compared to the characters in the original work. Lets check out what they had to say.

Jane Bennet, LBS:  Personally, I felt very close to my namesake. P&P Jane certainly had a different life from mine, but she is a very kind and good natured person. While I may not go riding in carriages, I can certainly relate to the struggle between what you want to do, and what you're supposed to do.

Elizabeth Bennet, LBS: I wanted to knock their heads together. I mean, it was obvious to both Darcy and Lizzy that they were in love at Lambton, but did they do anything about it? Of course not! No, that wouldn't be proper. And what was the deal with Jane waiting and hoping that Bingley would come back? My sister would have had him flat on his back within 10 minutes. (Laughs) She's not afraid to express herself.

Charlotte Lucas LBS:  (Laughing) I end up with Collins? Seriously? (Laughs some more) And he's a minister? Like I can see that. (Richard Fitzwilliam joins in, also laughing) Bwaaaaaakkkkkk! Ba-wak-bock-bock!  That's your chickens, Char. I'm going to remember that next time you give me any grief- it's either me or the chickens! (both laugh so hard they are unable to continue.)

Charles Bingley, Slurry:  Well, it's a famous book, right? And it's very well written. But it's kinda long. Honestly, I didn't finish all of it. But Jane said we end up together, so that's what counts, right?

Caroline Bingley, tour manager: In Jane Austen's day, women were very limited in their opportunities. Making a good match was their career in many cases, as well as setting up their family members of equally good matches. As such, Austen needed villains and I guess my characters was one of them. I can see why the book version of Caroline would be so mercenary- Mr. Darcy was quite a prize, but at the same time, I think she was a very lonely person at heart. 

Fitzwilliam Darcy, Slurry:  Love stories are probably the oldest stories there are, and certainly the theme of two people who don't like each other later falling in love is also very old. But there is something about Austen's work that makes it timeless and endearing. Her characters feel very modern and real. The emotions they express are recognizable in ourselves. And her language is amazing. She precisely expresses what is happening, without ever telling too much or spoon-feeding the reader. 

I've been told I'm a 'Darcy-type', whatever that means, and certainly we share some physical characteristics, as well as our family circumstances. But I see the historical Darcy as being more certain of his place in society. I guess one of the benefits of having such a strict  culture is that everyone would have an established place. Our society is much more mobil, which has its pros and cons, but it does allow for much more freedom of expression. That is something I'm very grateful for.

Question: Do you think the book will be a success? I certainly hope so. Slurry has become something that is much bigger than it's parts, and so far the public has been eager for anything we've produced, so on that note, I feel pretty confident. But in another way, I feel it is already a success: Elizabeth and I are happy together and we're able to follow all our dreams. I can't think of anything more successful than that.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A War Report

So far, War has been going very well. Our new shower is wonderful and I can't express how nice a hot shower is first thing in the morning. Most of our folks have arrived, with a new lady due today and another couple due tomorrow. The camp is working, with lots of the great food we've become known for.

On Sunday, my husband & I went to the opening ceremony, where all the Kings and Queens gather and declare war. It was hot and the sun's glare was harsh, but it was worth it to see all the armies marching in. It was followed by a tournement in which 10 ledgendary champions fought. Those men were incredibly inspiring. These were men who formed the SCA and made it what it is today. I felt as if I were watching history being made and yes, I cried.

I'm in town today to catch up with the real world and do some work. Book launches wait for no man or war. When I get back to camp, I'm going to support one of my friends as she teaches a new class, and then tonight we're going to be out partying in the bog!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

I'm leaving!

So, every day the release of FDRS gets closer and every day I get a little more freaked. Reviews are starting to come in and I can see I'm going to have to follow Abigail Reynold's advice and NOT READ THEM. They will just make me crazy.

So, luckily I have something to keep me busy- VACATION!!! I'm leaving tomorrow night for 2 weeks of fun and sun. I take the same vacation every year, which might seem boring, but it's actually kinda comforting. Anyone who's read my work knows what it is, but I'm going to not go into it right now, because I plan on blogging about it at Austen Authors.

But I will talk about what I've been doing besides working on FDRS, which is sewing. Due to the fact that I am insane, I go on a vacation that requires handmade clothes. Further proof of my condition is evidenced by the fact that I know only bring my own nuclear family (me, Michel & my 2 sons) but I also bring my sisters and their families. Which makes for a great vacation ... and a lot of sewing.

This year I've made:
8 mens tunics
10 womans tunics
6 pairs of pants
3 hoods
4 cloaks
1 shirt
2 dresses
2 skirts
and 10 baby/child tunics.

Is it any wonder I wasn't online much in this month? The good news is the sewing is over, everything is packed, tonight it gets loaded into the van, and tomorrow we leave!!!

But don't worry- I'm bringing my laptop and will stay in touch- after all, I've got a book coming out in a month.

Friday, July 8, 2011


I've got a Book coming out in two months!!!!!!

I've got to get on the stick, as it were. Please, please, please, if you really want to know more about me, friend me on facebook. (Heather Lynn Rigaud) I friend everyone who asks.

In the meantime, let's look at a book cover:

(It's my blog, I can make it as big as I want)

Fitzwilliam Darcy Rock Star will be coming out in all the E formats. I know they aren't up on the web yet, but they will be available!

So excited!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day Treat

There's something new and fun coming via Austen Authors, but until it's ready, I wanted to share this here. It's a free standing short story for Valentine's Day. It's a little spicy at the end, just so you know.


Heather Lynn

February 14, 2011

Fitzwilliam Ryan Darcy was not a happy man.  The Gods, fate or just dumb bad luck had conspired against him and he was defeated.

His beautiful wife of only two months, Elizabeth Anne Bennet Darcy lay beside him in their bed, warm, soft and breathing softly. Sex with her had been, as always, magnificent. She was a goddess and he loved her so dearly that words were useless in describing it.

But now their time together was over. Darcy had to get up, and leave her and he wanted to cry. Of course, he didn't, but he couldn't control his rage at his inability to change what he must do. He felt impotent, and it was eating him up inside.

Fitzwilliam Electric's main construction complex was located in Canton, Ohio. It employed over twenty thousand employees at the five factories in the complex. At 4:00 am the previous morning, a fire had broken out in the main plant. Before it was all over, the plant was destroyed and two others were heavily damaged.

And so, on this, the first Valentine's Day of his married life, Fitzwilliam was leaving his beloved to fly to across three states to be there. He had his duties, and duty always came first. He felt like he was going to throw-up.

Part of him knew he was being childish. He was a grown man after all, and responsibilities were a part of life. He knew he would have many more Valentine's Days to share with Elizabeth, but somehow he couldn't overcome the bitterness of it.

The truth of the matter was that this was his first real Valentine's Day, period. He had been in relationships before, but they had never worked out for very long, and somehow he had never been with anyone on February 14.  It was his V-1.

Now he was with the most wonderful person in the world and he wanted to celebrate every minute of it. But instead he was going to burned out buildings and a hotel, while Elizabeth stayed in Boston, organizing the relief efforts from the Fitzwilliam Trust and the Pemberley Foundation.

He had made such plans! They were to fly to his island in the West Indies. Everything was in readiness- the cruise, the beach, the fireworks! He was so looking forward to surprising her, pleasing her. No one enjoyed things like Elizabeth and he was anticipating sharing her delight.

He sighed in disappointment. He let Elizabeth draw him into her arms, and he took all the comfort he could find with her, until she gently announced that they had to get going.

Quietly they bathed and dressed, following their normal routine, just another day. When he came out of his dressing room, impeccable in his gray suit and blue tie she stopped him.  "This is for you," she smiled as she pinned a red rosebud to his lapel. "Remember I love you."

He kissed her slowly and thoroughly. "I will make it up to you," he promised.

"I know. I'm looking forward to it."

Hand in hand they entered the breakfast room. On his plate was vivid red envelope. He picked it up and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. Elizabeth gave him her 'innocent' look which he knew from experience was actually an admission of guilt.

He opened the envelope and pulled out an honest-to-God Valentine, complete with roses and lace.  He smiled at her, then read the inscription:

            My Darling Fitzwilliam,

            How can I tell you how much you mean to me? You have made my life a sweet dream of perfection. I love you so much. Your touch is the last thing I feel before I sleep and the first thing that wakes me in the morning.  I need you to know how my heart races every time you walk in the room, how I get giddy when you look at me, how I sleep in perfect bliss feeling you beside me. You have brought me such complete happiness in such as short time, I'm sure I will never be able to make it up to you, but I'll do my best by loving you till I die.

            Love you madly,


This time he did tear up as he walked to her and crushed her to him. "My love, my sweet love," he murmured to her. "Thank you, I will treasure this forever." He kissed her lips, then her forehead, then pressed her to him again. "I love you."

After a few moments they slowly released each other enough to sit. They ate their breakfast while holding hands, a skill they had developed during their courtship.

"When is your meeting?" he asked.

"Eleven. Call me if you can before that, so I can get some idea of what's going on from the ground." she answered professionally.

Fitzwilliam Darcy had followed his heart when he married. He was pleasantly surprised to discover his heart had chosen a woman who was not only kind, witty, and beautiful, but also one who had a great business sense. Elizabeth had taken the reins of the Darcy family charities and had run with them.

"I will. I should land at nine am central time and I'm being taken straight to the complex." He stopped to sip his coffee. "You can expect a call around ten-thirty. Is there anything particular you will need to know?"

Elizabeth checked the leather bound notebook beside her plate, which matched the one beside him. "Hm, I think I've got all the basics: Number of employees affected, payroll, stuff like that."

When they were informed of the disaster, two decisions came easily to the executive couple. One: they would rebuild the plant and two; they would continue to pay their employees until the plant reopened. The first decision was expected, the second would take the business world by surprise. He didn't care- this was FE, the company Fitzwilliam's grandfather had founded.  They would support it to their last penny. The Darcys knew too many families depended on them and they could not let those people down.

It would be expensive, and that's where Elizabeth came in. The Darcy family fortune would support the payroll until it was able to maintain itself.

"I really need you to get some kind of feel on how long the rebuild will take and let me know if there's anything unexpected," she grinned, "which I expect there will be."

"Okay, the press conference is scheduled for noon. Expect the phone to start ringing off the hook then."

"I'll be ready."

After a few more minutes Fitzwilliam rose, "I gotta go. I love you." He kissed her tenderly, and then hurried out to his limo.  Elizabeth sat a moment more thinking, then left to go to the Darcy building.


Elizabeth knew Fitwilliam had been planning for Valentine's Day, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her when she entered her office. For a moment, she though she had somehow been teleported to a florist's. More flowers than she could count covered every surface. "Oh!" she gasped.

"Like it?" her secretary, Catherine Morland, asked.

Elizabeth shook her head in amazement. The scent of all the blossoms filled the room and she took a long moment to enjoy the beauty of it all.  Then she turned to Catherine and asked, "Any idea where I should start?"

"Try the desk," Catherine pointed to a small envelope.

Elizabeth read:

My darling,

How do I love you? Let me try and count the ways.


Elizabeth then spent a full 35 minutes reading the cards on each arrangement. When she was done she had 73 cards in his handwriting, each saying something like:

'I love your generous heart.'
'I love the way you dance.'
'I love your hair.'
'I love the taste of you.'
'I love your snore.'

Elizabeth and Catherine laughed over the last one. Elizabeth then picked out three arrangements to stay and ordered the rest to be arranged throughout the building and picked up the phone.

"Well?" His deep voice was filled with mirth.

"You are crazy, you know that?"

"Did you like it?"

"I love it, but you're still crazy." She laughed. "How long did it take you to write out all these cards?"

She could her him smile on the phone, "Not too long. It was actually kind of fun and I'm glad I got to give you this at least."

"I don't snore, by the way."

"Of course not, my love. But I love it anyway. Its cute."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I love you, you nut. Anymore surprises I should be one the lookout for?"

"That would be telling. I love you, no matter what."

"No matter what," she responded and hung up.

Fitzwilliam hung up the phone and reviewed his notes.  The private jet was quiet as it soared though the air. He was ready for the meeting, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for the destruction. His first position had been at FE, first as assistant operations manager, then as general manager of the complex. From there, he went on to Pemberley, his father's hugely successful computer firm. Then everything changed- his father died and suddenly he was in charge of it all. It had been awhile since he had been out to the FE plant, but it still held a certain fondness for him.

This was going to be hard, but he had to do it. He was going to comfort the workers, provide hope for the future and most important to him, find out how this had happened.


Elizabeth watched the man she loved on the television. Fitzwilliam was announcing the plans for FE and, as expected, the phones had started ringing. He was still wearing the rose she had given him. He looked calm and professional; the business leader everyone knew, but Elizabeth could see the sadness in his eyes. This was one of the few days when it was no fun to be Will Darcy.

Elizabeth's own press conference was scheduled for one o'clock. She wouldn't be giving out much by way of new information; she would primarily be repeating Fitzwilliam's promise to support the workers and answering questions. However, she knew it would be well attended. She was Elizabeth Darcy, media darling. The press from the Wall Street Journal to the Ladies Home Journal had gobbled up her fairy princess story whole. Luckily for her, she had a rock to support and shield her. Fitzwilliam had made sure she was never unprepared and never in over her head. He and his pack of attack lawyers had set the boundaries for the press and they weren't foolish enough to cross that line.

A few minutes later there was a knock on her door.  At her response a waiter entered, carrying a covered tray. He removed the cover and revealed a plate of sushi, a rosebud and a phone. As she picked it up the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi beautiful. "

"Will, what are you doing?"

"Lunch with my wife, of course," he paused. "At least I hope its lunch. You do have your favorite food in front of you, don't you darling?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, its lovely. Thank you."

"I miss you." Elizabeth could hear the hurt in his voice. "Did you see the press conference? What did you think?"

"I think the head of FE is a real hottie who can park his shoes under my bed anytime." Elizabeth's heart rose as she heard him laugh.

"Well, who knows, you might get lucky someday."

"Woo-hoo! You were great. Very reassuring, very professional."

"How did your meeting go?"

"Oh," Elizabeth tried to talk around a piece of tuna. "It was fine. No problems." She briefly covered what she was going to say at one, making note of his suggestions. Finally she said, "I'm done. I got to get ready for my close-up."

"I know. Thanks for lunch."

"Oh, thank you. I have to say, despite everything, this is the best Valentine's Day I've ever had."

Silence. "Liz?"

"Yes, love?"

"I really miss you." Her heart broke at the loneliness in his voice. More than anything she wished she could be there to hold him.

"I miss you too. I love you." She tried to reassure him. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

"Not soon enough. Good luck with the press. I'll call you later."

"No matter what."

"No matter what. Love you Liz."

She turned off the phone and thought, her fingers slowly drumming on her desk; then Elizabeth moved. She grabbed Catherine as she exited her office and started giving instructions.


"Are we all ready?" Elizabeth asked as she left the set.

"Mostly," Catherine replied as they walked swiftly to the parking garage, "The car's waiting for you, your luggage is in the car."

"Did you get everything?"

"Yes, the plane is ready, but there's a problem. Logan doesn't want to let it go."

Elizabeth sighed. Ever since 9/11 Logan International Airport had a huge chip on its shoulder, if that was possible for an airport. Private planes like hers suffered the worst. "What are the alternatives? Any airline flights that will get me there?"

Catherine shook her head. "The next flight isn't until 4:00, it has a stop-over in Newark and you wouldn't get there until 7:40."

Elizabeth decided to give Catherine a raise. "Get me Logan on the phone." Elizabeth was still getting used to her role as the 'Mistress of Pemberley,' but she had studied the master enough to know what too do. Catherine handed her a phone, "Hello, this is Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy."


Fitzwilliam was tired and sick at heart as exited his limo. The hotel was the best in town and he had the whole top floor to himself. He had been made as comfortable as possible, but he would happily have given it up for a room at the Hotel Six if he could have Elizabeth with him. 

The manager stopped him in the lobby. "Your messages sir." Fitzwilliam took the papers and looked at them without reading them. "Have you dinned sir?"

Food? "No, I'll have something sent to my room, thanks."

"Very good, sir."

Fitzwilliam made his way to the elevator. He leaned against the wall as the doors closed. The damage had been bad, but it could have been worse. Plants Three & Five would reopen on Monday. Plants Two & Four should be open in a month. Plant One was a complete loss, but would be rebuilt in 8 months. Luckily plant Five was large enough that they could temporarily move some of the product lines there.

He still had no clue how the fire had started and how it had spread so quickly. Heads were going to roll when he had the answers- and he was going to get the answers.

Sighing he loosened his tie, then paused as the elevator doors opened and reveled a small, chocolate shell on a tiny plate in front of him. Puzzled he looked down the hall and saw a trail of chocolates leading to his door.  Shrugging he picked up the chocolate and popped it in mouth as he followed the path.

On the door was taped a note:

            Close your eyes and come in.

Fitzwilliam's heart was pounding. That was Elizabeth's handwriting! Stunned, he didn't know what to think, so he simply followed the directions.

As he entered the room, a pair of soft hands grabbed his arms. "Keep your eyes closed," a low voice directed him as he was guided further into the suite.

"Okay, you can open them."

Fitzwilliam opened his eyes. The best sight in the world greeted him: Elizabeth. She was wearing a short, black silk robe. He took her into his arms and held her tight, in case this was some kind of dream that would vanish. Her kiss convinced him she was real. "Darling! How did you get here?"

She beamed, "I borrowed Richard's plane. Happy?"

He kissed her long and hard. She eagerly responded. "I'm so happy, I can't tell you! It's so good to see you." He pulled her close and rubbed his forehead against hers. "I needed you, baby."

Elizabeth kissed him, playing with his tongue, and then sucking his lower lip. "Lets get these clothes off. You need a bath."

Fitzwilliam became aware that he was in a bathroom. The lights were dimmed and there was candles burning. There was a huge sunken tub in the corner filled with bubbles. Elizabeth was quickly undressing him and he happily cooperated.

Soon he was sinking into the hot, foamy water. He was surprised to notice he was alone. "Liz?"

She quickly returned holding a pair of large glasses containing something red. "Strawberry margaritas!" she exclaimed as she handed him the glass.

"I don't like strawberry drinks," he said archly.

"I know, but its Valentine's Day. Red? You know?" She frowned prettily, "just drink it."

He did as he was bid and found he enjoyed it more than he expected. "Are you coming in?" He asked.

Elizabeth grinned, "Nope. I'm going to wash you." She knelt beside the tub and held up a natural sponge. Gently she turned him away and started washing his back. She shushed him when he tried to ask her more questions. "Hush, now. Just relax and enjoy."

Fitzwilliam had to admit he was enjoying it. Elizabeth was massaging his shoulders and the drink was having an effect as well. When she turned him around to wash his front, Will played at catching her mouth with his own. She in turn retaliated by gently pinching his nipples. Laugher bubbled freely out of both of them until Elizabeth almost fell into the tub. She quickly made a retreat out of range and pronounced him clean. 

Will put on the black silk robe she had left for him and entered the bedroom. More candles and a room service tray awaited him. Elizabeth was stretched out on the bed, her robe showing just enough to capture his imagination.

"Come and lay down, you must be hungry."

His eyes followed her long, shapely legs up to the whisper of silk wrapped around her middle. They caressed her full curves and her pale skin contrasting with the black of the robe and bedspread. Hungry? Hell yes!

He lay beside her and pulled her close. His hands stroked her back, then slid down over her ass, as he passionately kissed her. He paused a moment as he discovered she wasn't wearing any panties, then he redoubled his attack with increased vigor.

When dizziness finally overcame him, Elizabeth pushed him down on the bed and sat up. "Whoa, tiger. What's the rush?" she teased as she brought up the tray. "Close your eyes."

He did as she commanded and was rewarded with the sweet flesh of mangos being feed to him. He savored the fruit, which was followed by kiwis, strawberries, and grapes.  After awhile he sat up and began feeding her as well.

When the fruit was gone, she pulled the next plate of cheese and crackers closer. Together they ate. "I hope you don't mind finger food, " Liz said shyly. "I didn't think you would want anything formal."

"Are you kidding?" He gave her the eyebrow. "This is perfect, just like you."

"Good. I wanted to make this special," she breathed. "Want something to drink?"

"Water would be great." He took the glass from her. "What's next?"

She gave him a wicked grin. Will felt himself harden from it. "Take off your robe and lay down, on your tummy."

She straddled him, and then he felt warm oil on his back. A moan escaped his mouth has she started massaging him.  Starting at the top, she carefully found each knot in his muscles and rubbed them away. Will thought he would fall asleep until he noticed her hands had traveled to his butt, which she was now giving her careful attention.

All the tension, which had ebbed away, flowed back into him and he was suddenly hard and throbbing.

He rolled over and kissed Elizabeth, his tongue expressing to her his urgent need. "Don't you want desert?" Elizabeth laughed has she found herself flat on the bed.


One of the things she loved doing was finding her husband's breaking point, and pushing it. Fitzwilliam could only take so much stimulation, and then he went wild. Elizabeth didn't abuse this trait by using it too often, but she had to admit it was very exciting to her to have her normally cool, professional, controlled man lose it and fuck her like a wild animal.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she felt her hips drawn up so she was on her hands and knees. With a rush Fitzwilliam entered her and she abandoned herself to him, knowing he would take her to climax with him.

It was a good thing that they had the hotel floor to themselves. Otherwise the other guests might have been concerned by the sounds coming from their suite.  The noises rose to a fevered pitch, and then ended in a wail of satisfaction.

On the bed Fitzwilliam gathered Elizabeth into his arms and pillowed her head on his shoulder. When their breathing returned to normal he kissed her and asked, "You said something about dessert?"

Elizabeth threw her head back and laughed. Then she pulled over a large bowl of chocolate mousse. "I thought we could share," she said saucily.


Fitzwilliam pulled his wife close. Love washed over him as he felt her gently place a kiss on his temple. "Thank you, Lizzy. I needed this." He turned to look in her eyes, as he brushed some stray mousse from her hair. "This was the best Valentine's Day I've ever had."

Elizabeth snuggled up and smiled sleepily. "You're welcome, my love. Now hold me close and let me sleep in my favorite place."

In the darkness Fitzwilliam reviewed his evening, carefully remembering every detail. He would cherish those memories for the rest of his life.  His last thought before sleep claimed him was the realization that he had a new favorite holiday.


Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Wear the heck are my headphones? I believe one of my sons has them.

Anyway, I need them because I'm cranking here and I need my tunes. Sadly, my computer's speakers are not up to the challenge, so headphones it is. Plus, headphones have the added advantage of blocking out some of the distractions that keep me from my work.

And what work is that? Well, I'll tell you. I'm re-writing Longborne and Pemberley Go To War. I love this story, with all it's flaws, but I' determined to make it better. I'm changing some of the communication issues to make it more up to date, and then there are the sisters.

Jane Bennet and Caroline Bingley both need a make over. Poor Jane always speaks with an English accent (she even did in Slurry- just amazing, when you think about it) and very 'regency'-ish. I'm going to try and modernize her. Caroline was never much of a threat, and I want to fix that.

A friend argued that in P&P Caroline was never much of a threat, but I disagree. She almost ruined Jane & Charles, and she could have made Elizabeth's life really difficult, if she had recognized Lizzy as the rival for Darcy that she was. Poor Caroline couldn't conceive of Lizzy being anywhere close to her sphere, and dropped the ball there, and so mine will too, but I want her to be less of a cartoon.

So, question for you readers: Should I post the story here? It's already going up on AHA and Bloom & Quill, and I don't want to ruffle feathers, but if someone would like to read it here, please let me know and it shall be done.

Hope you are all staying warm and dry. I'm SO ready for Spring.

You don't believe in God
I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us
But I believe we're the enemy!

My Chemical Romance
Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Writing is a strange profession

It is. It's part make-believe. It's part confession. It's art. It's science. It's a mis-mash of skills and talents what you wouldn't immediately think of.

And on top of that, like so many things, it looks easy until you try it.

When I tell people that I have a book coming out, some people come back with, "I've always wanted to write a book." My answer is always 'You should try it!'

It's an answer that fits many different situations. There are some people who have wonderful books inside of themselves, and sometimes encouragement is what they need. On the other hand, there are people who think writing is simple, until they stare at a blank screen (or page). And finally, there are people who have no trouble starting really good stories, but can't for the life of them end them. My mantra on this is 'land the plane'.

And I'm not alone in this observation. There was plenty of people who've been burned, who won't even read 'works-in-progress' on fan fiction pages because too many really good starts that never finish.

I'm thinking about writing because I'm deep in the writing trenches right now. Longborne & Pemberley Go To War, my first novel, is in the process of a major update/re-write. And it's going really well. (Crossing my fingers and knocking on wood) I don't want to jinx myself, but the words are flowing and I have a very good feeling about this.

And you'll be able to read it! I'll be posting, probably starting next week, at AHA and B&Q. I hope you will join me, and leave plenty of comments.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It's for research, really!

Okay, I've got to fess up. I've become totally addicted to (sob) a video game. Yes, I'm appalled too. 

It's Dragon Age Origins, which is a D&D fantasy thing, where you are a hero working with a small group of companions to save the kingdom from an oncoming horde of demons. Sounds pretty standard, but a couple of things make this interesting. It's really well done. The plots leave some freedom for you to choose what you're going to do and you have to face the consequences of those choices. The writing is really strong and it picks a theme an doesn't let go no matter what. The theme is 'Victory through sacrifice', and man, they don't skimp on the pain.

But the part that's really got me sucked in (and it's not just me) is the Paladin character, Alistair,  who's with you from the start. He's funny, he's vulnerable, he's got a noble heart (in more ways than one) and you can have a romance with him. 

Read that last part again. Yup. This isn't your Daddy's D&D game.  If you play your cards right, he'll fall in love with you.  I have to admit some tender feelings on my part. But he's no push over. If you say or do the wrong things, he'll leave you high & dry. No romance for you. I know this because my first character completely struck out with him by making a joke when he was being all 'tender'. 

My second character succeeded and we're 'playing though' if you know what I mean. 

And it's not just me. There are essays and Facebook fan clubs. He's become quite the sensation. 

Now, it's not all just fantasy sex with a bunch of cute pixels. As a writer, I'm thinking about what makes him so attractive to women? (And it's just women. Men unanimously find him annoying and whiney) What the key to his attraction? How can I use that in my writing?

Well, one thing is he's got the brave and strong thing down. The man can wield a sword like nobody's business and he's totally fearless in battle. But he's not just a thick-necked slayer of beasts. He's very funny, and he's shy. You would think a man who can run down an ogre twice his height wouldn't blush when it comes to talking about sex, but he does. 

He was raised in a monastery, so he's a virgin, and that explains some of the shyness, but really, he's just such a little boy lost, its ridiculous. Plus, he *needs* you. He has some good reasons for not wanting to be a leader, and he's perfectly okay with you giving the orders. Which, really just proves that this is a fantasy. 

I think there is probably more to his appeal, but I've got to do some more research. ;-) What about you? Have you ever fallen for a video game character?


Yeah Baby!!! That's my book, with my name on it!!! Woot!

Over at Sourcebooks there is a poll going on over the cover art for my book.

Check it out!

I don't know why he's wearing a shirt, but Woot!!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Greetings from Snow Central

Hey there. We're having a snow day here. There's about a foot  of the white stuff on the ground, and more is expected. My beautiful sons are off of school and even my husband called in, and we're all home together.

You might think, on a day like this, with the beautiful snow falling, and the house warm and cosy, it's be highly conducive to writing. 

And you'd be so, so very wrong. Really, blogging is about all I can manage right now.  I've discovered or maybe re-discovered that I need privacy for writing. Too many distractions and the magic ain't happening. In a crisis, deadline-y situation, I can do edits as long as I'm tucked into a corner and have my headphones, but real, creative writing? not so much. I still need to train my family that when I'm writing, it might look like I'm just fooling around on the internet, but really, I'm working, so Stop. Bugging. Me.

Speaking of deadlines and edits, I got a line from Sourcebooks that they're happy with my edits for Slurry and we're into typesetting. YAY! That means my goal for this week is to write up a pitch for L&PGTW and get that in. (I know that was my goal for last week, but, well, stuff happens)

So, I can be serious here, or I can be funny. If I'm really good, I'll be both.

Yesterday was my mom's birthday. She died three years ago, and of course, I miss her a whole lot. This week's been all about life and death for me. I've been having very depressing dreams where I have to get my final messages to my children. (Son1: get a girlfriend, Son2: Learn to write an essay)  I'm just feeling very mortal. There is a local man who's gone missing, prompting a massive effort from the community to find him, but its been two weeks, and things are not looking too good. One of my cousins has a son who received an organ transplant 6 years ago today; the same type of organ transplant that failed and was the immediate cause of my mother's death. Lots of little things that on their own wouldn't mean too much, but taken together seem overwhelming.  It's all very wearying and I have to accept that I'm doing a bit of grieving today, and that's alright. 

This all ties into my writing in that in the last decade of my life, my mom's failing health meant that her main form of recreation was romance novels. She loved them. She was go to the used bookstore and buy them by the shopping bag full. And while mom was always proud of what her children did, she did seem to be particularly proud of my books. She found them on the internet by herself (which for mom was huge. She wasn't exactly computer friendly) and printed them out and read everything. She would also share them with anyone she thought would enjoy them, which one one level is very sweet, and on another level is really embarrassing. It's a truly special moment when you discover your mom's been sharing your sexually explicit writings with her church ladies. 


So, I think I'm not going to be too hard on myself today. I'll do some laundry and play some Dragon Age (greatest time suck ever!) and the pitch will keep until tomorrow, when I'm alone and can think. 

I'm sorry this blog entry isn't very light or funny, but in it's defence, it's very real. Thanks for reading and stay warm.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Happy New Year!!

I wanted to wish everyone a Very Happy New year. I had an excellent week off with the family, during which time I completed my next (and hopefully last?) set of edits for Slurry.  If all goes well, it will go into typesetting next week for publication in September. My little book! I'm so proud.

I also had a great brainstorming session yesterday on my next book, Longbourne & Pemberley Go to War. You know that title will be changed. I like to amuse myself by thinking about what it might get changed too: Sir Fitzwilliam Darcy, Knight, or maybe or Mr. Darcy goes to War (which would be so wrong) or Fitzwilliam Darcy: Lizzy's boy-toy?
So many possibilities.

There are not many advantages to getting up at 5:45 each morning to get my high school students-sons up. Not many at all. But this morning I got to enjoy one, shining brightly in the South-East, I spied Venus this morning. I found it inspirational.

Have a great week, my friends!