Rosemary Morris - N.N.Light's Guest Blogger

Today, I am N.N.Light's guest, blogging about my novel The Captain and The Countess set in the reign of Queen Anne Stuart - 1702-1714.

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 All the best,

Rosemary Morris

Multi-published historical novelist

 

18th Century Novel - The Captain and The Countess - Special Offer

I am delighted to announce the Captain and the Countess, has been republished by Books We Love.

The Captain and The Countess by Rosemary Morris is available for £0.99 and $1.45 from the 8^th of June to the 15^th June from www.amazon.co.uk and www.amazon.com.

 

London. 1706

 

Why does heart-rending pain lurk in the back of the wealthy Countess of Sinclair’s eyes? 

 Captain Howard’s life changes forever from the moment he meets Kate, the intriguing Countess and resolves to banish her pain.

 Although the air sizzles when widowed Kate, victim of an abusive marriage meets Edward Howard, a captain in Queen Anne’s navy, she has no intention of ever marrying again.

However, when Kate becomes better acquainted with the Captain she realises he is the only man who understands her grief and can help her to untangle her past.

 

 

 

Changing Publisher.

Changing my publisher to Books We Love is very exciting, but a lot of hard work is  involved. At the moment, I am updating my website, slowly but surely, and working on the final revision of Tuesday's Child, a follow on Regency novel from Sunday's Child and Monday's Child. Also it's the time of year when my organic garden in which I grow my own tempts me to go outdoors.

The Captain and The Countess by Rosemary Morris

I am delighted to announce that my novel the e-book edition of  The Captain and The Countess set in Queen Anne Stuart's reign, 1702-1714, has been published by We Love Books.

It is available at www.amazon.co.uk and www. amazon. com.

The link is B01FCENLKE

Snippet from Anne of Green Gables

I've been re-reading L. M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables. This snippet about the layer cake Anne made amused me. "I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything this time, Mirella. But do you think it will rise? Just suppose perhaps that baking powder isn't any good. I used it out of the new can. And Mrs Lynne says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays when everything is so adulterated. Mrs Lynne says the Government ought to take the matter up..."

Guest Blogger Rosemary Morris.

Today I am a Caroll Bradd's guest. If you have time, you may read the blog. The link is:http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com/?p=920

All the best,

Rosemary Morris

Multi-published Historical Novelist

Free Read: 350 Word Flash Fiction, Daisy Won 2nd Prize

My 350 word Flash Fiction Daisy won 2nd Prize at Watford Writers.

 

 

Daisy

 

Jack stared at the cheque. If the court verdict resulted in no other couple suffering as they had, it was more important than the money.

He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, and took out a pair of tiny socks with lace-edged frills. The ones Daisy had worn when they had rushed her to outpatients at the weekend.

“Nothing serious,” the intern said.

Frightened, they gave Daisy her medicine, cooled her with damp flannels, and then, panic stricken, took her to the surgery.

A year ago they had looked forward to Daisy’s first white Christmas. Instead of celebrating it they watched snow gently settle on her tiny satin-lined coffin.

Their grief-stricken parents and other relatives rallied to help them. Fair weather friends avoided them, not knowing what to say.

Counselling helped to break free of their individual prison cells of sorrow, and to communicate with each other. It also gave Jack the courage to insist Emily visited her parents to be cossetted.

Alone in the house, where the memory of Daisy’s chuckles echoed, Jack had packed her clothes and toys. If his heart had been brutally ripped out, surely the pain could not have been worse. 

Tears filled his eyes. His arms ached to recapture the past. Another baby could never replace Daisy, but he or she would have a unique place filled with his love.

Jack sighed. Once, when he was a small boy he played with his sister’s doll and pushchair.

“What are you doing?” his mother had asked.

Even at that age he realised she was surprised.

“I’m pretending to be a daddy,” he replied.

He had always looked forward to bringing up his children, but now it was up to his wife.

Emily arrived as softly as one of the snowflakes falling outside.

For fear of upsetting her, he quickly returned the socks to his pocket.

She kissed his cheek. “I’m ready.”

“For what?” He hoped she would say what he longed to hear.

“Another baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain.”

A year later, Poppy joined Daisy in his heart forever.