Lily and the Gambler On Sale #99cents #AuthorLove + #TuesdayTravels

Tuesday Travels

I’m taking a break from my European trip to talk about California’s Gold Country, setting of Lily and the Gambler, now on sale for 99 cents for the summer. (See buy links below.) I’m also spotlighting the #AuthorLove #Romance blog exchange organized by author Tina Gayle.

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First the travel bit, and I have to say that it’s nice to remember vacations with my hubby without getting all weepy.

My husband and I toured California’s Gold Country twice some years ago and I fell in love with it. Gold Country is best enjoyed by driving State Highway 49. We started at the southern end, in Mariposa, and drove north to Sacramento, and then Grass Valley and Nevada City, where my book is set Valley in September 1868. I recall scribbling descriptions of the scenery as we drove along.

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Lone tree on a hill under clear blue sky. © logoboom

She watched mile after mile of open spaces pass by, all bathed in brilliant sunlight. In the distance, clusters of dark green trees dotted a hillside, standing out in contrast to the lighter yellow-green of the grass. Wispy white clouds, without a hint of rain in them, streaked the sky, separating shades of blue ranging from pale turquoise to bright azure.

We made the trip twice, first strictly as a vacation, though I kept thinking how I’d like to set a book in the area. The second was a research trip for me, if not for my DH. At one point, he threatened to divorce me if I dragged him through one more mining museum!

A lot of the old Victorian homes have been turned into bed and breakfasts, and we took advantage of that to stay in some lovely old homes.

Interesting stops along the way include:

Sonora, a lovely little town that hosts the Railtown 1897 State Historic Park. For the kid in all of us.

Columbia State Historic Park, the best preserved Gold Rush town in the state.

California Columbia carriage in a real old Western Gold Rush Town in USA

Angels Camp, where Mark Twain heard a story on which he based his short story “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.”

Placerville, formerly nicknamed Hangtown for the zeal of its law enforcement.

If you’re up this way, do take a side trip to Sacramento, the state capital, with its charming Old Sacramento historic area, and the amazing California State Railroad Museum. This is one of my all-time favorite museums. It was fun to climb aboard the old trains and imagine traveling in a different time.

And my favorite, Grass Valley, a charming town with the attraction of having the wonderful Empire Mine State Historic Park, a fascinating glimpse into the lives of 19th century miners.

Grass Valley was especially interesting to me because of the large Cornish population in the 19th century. This area had deep gold veins that couldn’t be panned. The Cornish miners were encouraged to come because of their experience in the tin mines of Cornwall, which were petering out. To this day, the Cornish pasty is a local treat, and the city still celebrates a Cornish Christmas. The Cornish play a major part in my novel.

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Lily and the GamblerLily and the Gambler
by Linda McLaughlin

Blurb: Respectability is in the eye of the beholder, or so Lily hopes. After her lover’s death she pretends to be his widow and travels to California to marry a mine owner. Then she meets King Callaway, a charming gambler. King knows he’s found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to take a chance on a foot-loose card sharp? Only Lady Luck knows for sure…

Available at Amazon Kindle, BN/Nook and Smashwords. Coming soon to other online retailers.

Excerpt:

At last he pulled the buggy off the road at a small clearing by the stream. He set the break and jumped out to help her from the conveyance. As usual, he held her a little too closely, only this time he didn’t let go when her feet touched the ground.

She stared up into his eyes. “King?”

“I can’t get over how lovely you are,” he said, his voice husky.

“You’re quite good-looking yourself.” She reached up to stroke his cheek, still smooth from his morning shave. Her heart was beating faster than usual. Would he try to kiss her?

He turned his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. He drew her closer and lowered his head. Just then she heard the noise of another horse and drew back.

“Anyone could see us. I have to be careful of my reputation.”

He cursed under his breath, grabbed the picnic basket and a blanket from the buggy and led the way through the woods to a more secluded spot by the stream. “Is this better?”

She peered back the way they had come, but couldn’t see the road. “Yes.” Though she knew it was never safe to be alone with this man, she went willingly. She must have lost her senses.

He spread the blanket on the ground and put the basket down before reaching for her. “Now where were we?”

She smiled. “I think you were about to kiss me.”

“So I was.” He pulled her to him, one arm around her waist and the other hand cupping her head. His lips were warm and searching, demanding she respond in kind. She sighed into the kiss. Goodness, she’d forgotten how blissful the act could be. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave herself up to the kiss, delighting in the sensations coursing through her. How was she going to resist this man?

At last, he pulled his mouth away with a groan. “I want you, Lily, more than you realize.”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping away to stare at the water in the creek rippling below. “But I’m not ready for more than kisses.” She spoke the lie, knowing he needed no encouragement to take her right there. She wanted him, too, wanted to feel his skin against her own, feel his weight on her, the pleasure he could give her. But she was afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being caught in wanton behavior, of being ostracized from society. He’d made her no promises and his advances promised only ruination. “You want marriage,” he said.

She turned to look at him, not sure whether she should be angry or disappointed. “Ideally, yes. I need some assurances. What are your intentions, sir? Do you think to seduce me once and abandon me?”

He stepped nearer and ran a finger down the side of her face and neck. A shiver passed through her. “I doubt once would be enough.”

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Note: Tuesday Travels will be on hiatus for the rest of the month, but will resume in July.

Linda

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Give some #AuthorLove to #Romance Writer C.B. Maurice

AuthorLoveBadge#AuthorLove is a new romance writer blog exchange for summer, starting today with C. B. Maurice, author of Finding Roanoke, a historical paranormal romance.

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Blurb:

Emme is the midwife for the Roanoak Colony. Circumstances threaten their survival, but Emme has met a European man calling himself Tighe in the forest where no European man should be.

Tighe has problems of his own. His people fled across the sea to escape mortal men and their iron weapons, but now they are dying out. Stealing children is not an option, but Tighe hopes if Emme and some of the other from the failing colony will agree to come live with his people they will interbreed. However his mother is opposed to bringing mortals into Faerie and threatens to close the border sealing the Fae in and sealing their doom. At the same time, he has lost Emme’s trust and does not know how to regain it. His efforts to protect her with Fae magic have also cast a suspicion of witchcraft on her from the expedition.

Excerpt:

“I want you to teach me how to heal a broken bone.”

“I would teach you if I could, but I cannot.”

“Why? Because I’m a woman? I’m a midwife trained in healing. I’m a willing student.”

He stepped around the tree and leaned on it. “I cannot. You must be born to it.”

“I must be born a man, you mean.” Emme folded her arms.

“No.”

Emme waited. She wasn’t sure why. None of the men in her life ever explained ‘no.’ For them, it was the end of the conversation. Why should this one be different? “What is your name?”

“Tighe.”

“Tighe? That is not a good English name.”

He laughed. The warm, rich sound of it trilled down her spine. “No, it is not.”

“Then where are you from? What are you doing here? There isn’t supposed to be anyone living in these parts.” Emme smacked her hands against her skirts. The sound wasn’t loud enough to be satisfying. “We are supposed to be the only English here. We have a contract from the Queen.”

“You didn’t tell anyone about me, did you?”

His tone was wrong. In addition to the striking coloring, she now noticed the stranger was a little odd looking. His face was thin, regal even. And a little anxious. Something about the tight set of his eyes and the pressure along his lips. His accent was a bit odd too. Like none she’d ever heard. “No, why?”

He sighed, the first overt sign of his tension. “We don’t need your people hunting us again.”

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2rmMJYv
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-roanoak-christa-maurice/1121647583?ean=9781508074618
GooglePlay: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/C_B_Maurice_Finding_Roanoak?id=nQyYDgAAQBAJ
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/finding-roanoak/id1222894195?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/finding-roanoak-1

Author Bio:

C. B. Maurice was an odd child who grew into an odd woman with a fascination for short, sweet stories and things unknown. When not reading or writing, she enjoys travel and rain, though not for days. (The rain, not the travel. Travel can go on for weeks. Rain has worn out its welcome after 24 hours.)

Author Links:

Website: https://cbmaurice.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CBMauriceAuthor/

Many authors were “odd” children; I know I was!

Please show C. B. some #AuthorLove by tweeting or sharing this post. And as always, feel free to leave a comment below.

Linda