I’d
like to wish Sarah Says Read Romance a happy blog birthday. I was pleased when
Sarah extended me the invitation to join the party. She must like historical
romance a little more than she let on.
GIVEAWAY:
As is polite with attending a birthday party I brought a present. Comment and
you could win a copy of my Civil War historical romance Soldier in Her Lap. I don’t care if you just say “hi” or if you
just say happy birthday. All comments are welcome.
Here’s
a little bit about my new release.
The
War Between the States is raging in Georgia in 1864, and Sophia Carpenter is
waging a Civil War of her own with her alcoholic papa … unfortunately he has
the upper hand. Her mother buried years ago, it is up to Sophia to keep their
dirt farm producing so her and her father don’t starve.
Even
now that she’s of marrying age her papa does everything in his power to keep
suitors away. If she gets married who will take care of him? Sophia’s had
enough of cooking and cleaning and taking his abuse. She’s ready to find a man
of her own, but with the war taking nearly every young man to the front it
leaves few in Clark Springs for her to choose from.
Then
Confederate soldier Lucas Grady shows up at her door wounded and bleeding. Ever
since her mother told her about Cinderella, Sophia dreamed of finding her own
Prince Charming. She had a lot in common with Cinderella thanks to her no
account father. Could the handsome soldier who landed in her lap be her knight
in shining armor?
Sophia’s
rose-colored glasses have gotten her through her tough life so far. Perhaps
Lucas could find a glass slipper or some other way to whisk her away from her
papa’s grasp. Or would their forbidden love bring nothing but trouble?
Excerpt:
Excitement threaded through her. Was she finally getting a man? A
handsome, caring and courageous man at that. God had outdone himself when he’d
answered her prayer.
“We have to keep this from Papa.” Mr. Grady hadn’t taken the musket with
him to the barn. Her old man could come out here and shoot him at any time.
“We can, for now. If that is what you wish, Miss Carpenter.”
Sophia exhaled. “That is what I want,” she said, shifting her weight. If
they were going to court, they needed to know more about each other. One
question had been plaguing her since the evening she’d sewn up his leg. “I’d
like to know about the battle.”
His eyebrows knitted together and he leaned back. “What would you like to
know? War isn’t a ladylike subject.”
She didn’t care whether it was proper or not. Papa had never treated her
like a lady. “How did you get shot?”
“Charging the Yankees,” he replied, a playful undertone to his voice.
She’d learned he wasn’t much of a talker, but she wanted a better answer
than that. Maybe she should start with a more direct question. “What regiment
are you from?”
“The 4th Georgia Infantry.”
Good. I can work off that. “So you’re from Georgia, then?”
Good. I can work off that. “So you’re from Georgia, then?”
“No, miss. Tennessee. But I transferred here.”
“Oh. All right, but why did you end up on my doorstep instead of with
your regiment?”
“Not much left of the Fighting Fourth, miss,” he replied curtly. Color
drained from his face, and a haunted look filled his eyes.
She swallowed hard. It had been wrong to bring up the difficult subject
now. They’d talk more about this later, when he was ready.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“One good thing came out of that battle,” he said, his gaze lifting to
hers. “I met you.”
Her heart flipped. Yes, she was Cinderella, and he was the nobleman
coming to her rescue. Talk like that would charm her silly. Already she had a
hard time keeping him off her mind, continually pausing in the middle of
working in the garden to glance over at the barn.
One thing continued to bother her though. He seemed to be holding
something back. Why hide
something unless you were ashamed or worried or afraid? Maybe all three. Except Mr. Grady didn’t seem the type
of man to do something wrong—always acting the perfect gentleman. “Mr. Grady,
seeing as how we’re courting, I think it would be all right if you called me
Sophia.”
Mr. Grady grinned; his eyes no longer looked haunted. “In private, of
course, Sophia,” he said. “And you may call me Lucas.”
“I look forward to getting to know you better, Lucas.” She had so many
questions. Hopefully their next conversation would be smoother. This one had
been as bumpy as a toad’s back.
When the
clock struck twelve, would her dream come true or fade away?
Buy Soldier in Her Lap now:
About Haley:
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys
all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical romance
set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays
with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing.
She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince
charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her
happy.
Haley loves to connect with readers. You can find her here:
Twitter: http://twitter.com/HaleyWhitehall
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LightonHistory
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Haley-Whitehall/e/B0078EO6CE/
Happy BLOG BIRTHDAY!!!!
ReplyDeleteOhhh! I'd love to read this! And Happy Birthday to you!!!
ReplyDeleteTiffany, my apologies for the lateness of letting you know you won a copy of Haley's book, Soldier in Her Lap.
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I've added this book to my to read list. It sounds wonderful!
ReplyDeleteLesia, my apologies for the lateness of letting you know you won a copy of Haley's book, Soldier in Her Lap.
DeletePlease contact the blog to provide contact information so that we can forward to Haley.
Thank you, ladies! Happy Birthday to Sarah Says Read Romance. :)
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