Morning Ladies! Today we've got Miss Rose Gordon joining us for a guest post that had me snorting and giggling along the way as I got it all formatted and learned about the incredibly glamorous life of a writer.
Rose writes historical romances that I think sound pretty delicious. She's got a slew of gorgeous covers too!
So come on and check out her guest post, leave her some love and enter to win a copy of one of her books!
Oh and don't forget! Yall are all more than welcome to comment even if you aren't entering the giveaway :) We want to hear from yall too!
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Edward Banks has known most of his life that one day Regina Harris was to be his bride--but somebody forgot to inform her...
An avid academic and aspiring scientist, Edward is pleased to find that he won’t have to bother with the nonsense involved in courting a young lady.
Young and naive, it doesn't take much for her social-climbing father to convince Regina the man she's to marry has requested her hand out of love, but devastates her when she learns the truth.
Now, it's up to a man who's more comfortable in a conservatory than a drawing room to prove to Regina that she's more than just the proverbial sacrificial lamb that helped gain her family their foot in Society's door and that he--if no other gentleman--is trustworthy. But he just might be the one doing the learning as he'll be forced to acknowledge that sometimes the most combustible elements aren't the ones you control, but sometimes the ones you don't.
An avid academic and aspiring scientist, Edward is pleased to find that he won’t have to bother with the nonsense involved in courting a young lady.
Young and naive, it doesn't take much for her social-climbing father to convince Regina the man she's to marry has requested her hand out of love, but devastates her when she learns the truth.
Now, it's up to a man who's more comfortable in a conservatory than a drawing room to prove to Regina that she's more than just the proverbial sacrificial lamb that helped gain her family their foot in Society's door and that he--if no other gentleman--is trustworthy. But he just might be the one doing the learning as he'll be forced to acknowledge that sometimes the most combustible elements aren't the ones you control, but sometimes the ones you don't.
First of all, I'd like to thank Anna for being brave enough to have me on today. We met through a mutual follower (thank you!) about a month or so ago and she offered me a chance to come on her blog before she knew what a loose cannon I was!
I do promise not to scandalize any of you too much, but there are never any guarantees.
Not so long ago, I received an email from a reader who was surprised I'd written her back and said something about to her mind, and that of many she knew, she thought of authors as *gulp* celebrities. I jokingly asked if that meant we were the good kinds. The ones you don't see plastered to the tabloids, but the good ones who obey the laws, thus making not interesting. Her reply stunned me as she explained, that maybe celebrity was the wrong word, she just imagined our lives as perfect: perfect people, tons of assistants to handle everything for us, leaving the author unapproachable.
Oh dear. If only she knew what my life was really like...
So today, I am going to quite possibly ruin your good image of a romance author and bring myself back down to an equal level:
- 99% of the time, my clothes don't match, I just throw on whatever I can find. That 1% that they do match, it's only because I have an important meeting. My poor kids don't even get the courtesy of me driving them to school in matching clothes.
- My husband drives a car we lovingly call the Sonic-mobile due to the unnatural amount of Sonic wrappers that litter the floor.
- I'm the homeroom mom of my son's Kindergarten class which has involved field trips to the fair with a brood of unruly children, being sprayed with a low-power fire hose, spending hours assembling candy acorns and wrapping empty boxes for a relay, and much, much more.
- I didn't learn to read without having to sound out words with more than four letters until I was about fifteen.
- I got my hair chopped really short in January, and unfortunately, I still haven't figured out how to fix it...so it looks like a giant Q-tip.
- I tell my kids little white lies... “Why yes, dear, my car is so sophisticated it just honks on its own when someone cuts in front of Mommy.”
- I don't have nearly as much sex as the characters in my books, and it's never anywhere nearly as graceful.
- I burn more than just soup in my kitchen—in fact, I have a saying, “When it's burning, it's cooking, when it's black, it's done!”
- Once when I was leading out song service at my church, the guy running the sound-system turned off the microphone... Strangely enough, I was never asked to sing again.
- I, too, get emails with suggestions (and free offers of pills) to help increase my manhood.
- I drive a Station wagon.
- My college degree is in business administration/accounting and for a writing class my final semester, I wrote a poem about taxes.
See, we authors are just everyday people with everyday chaos and struggles, too. We aren't nearly as perfect as we'd like for everyone to think and often give our characters skills we wish we had (at least I do) right along with the flaws we really do have!
~Rose Gordon

I dreamt of being a writer all my life is far from true. But nonetheless, it’s what I enjoy the most.
My stories aren’t your typical cookie cutter Regencies. My heroines have brains, backbones, and are undeniably flawed. As are my heroes. But for as flawed as they are, my heroines are ladies I’d want to be my sisters and my heroes are men I’d want to fall in love with. They might do a jerkish thing every now and then, of course, but as a whole they’re not afraid to fight their feelings for the heroine overmuch.
A couple weeks back Rose in all her awesomeness sent me a handful of copies of His Contract Bride and His Yankee Bride. They're gorgeous and looking for new homes. So one winner today (open int) will get their choice!
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