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Guest Post + Excerpt: “Reading for Cardio” by Hettie Ivers

Slip of Fate Hettie Ivers

As a workaholic insomniac with an overly active imagination, my journey to writing naughty, twisty paranormal tales began several years ago as a desperate attempt to distract myself from the real-life corporate mergers and impending litigations that were giving me nightmares.  It worked!  Soon I was sleeping soundly—dreaming about big, oversexed alpha men with superpowers chasing me down rather than thinking about the Napoleon-complex stuffed suits at the office who had been driving me nuts.

Because I continue to write largely for my own amusement and stress relief, my hope is that my stories may help others to escape their worries about weenie bosses, looming deadlines, and whatever else is causing distress in their lives for a few hours as well.

The fact is reading remains one of the safest, healthiest, most economical means of distraction, relaxation, and entertainment available.  Hey, throw in a heart-pounding, sexy read and you might just sneak in your cardio workout for the day!  (I’m certain there’s a really qualified panel of doctors and “experts” somewhere who will corroborate this for me.)

Along those lines, I am absolutely thrilled to have been given this tremendous opportunity for a Guest Author Post in Ever After Romance, and I hope to do my part to help readers get their heart rates up just a teeny tiny bit by sharing this brief excerpt from my paranormal romance novel, Slip of Fate (Werelock Evolution, Book 1).

Do you have a great cardio romance read you’d like to share?  Please tweet your favorite aerobic romances to me or post a comment to the link to this article on my Facebook page.

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Exclusive Excerpt: Marie Treanor’s THE PRISONER OF SILVERWOOD CASTLE

Prisoner of Silverwood Castle Marie Treanor

We’re almost done with the week. You know what that means, kids? Rewards! Enjoy this fantastic little excerpt from Marie Treanor‘s The Prisoner of Silverwood Castle, out now!


 

I forgave her all over again when I saw my bedchamber. It was in the old part of the castle, and it had a low, vaulted ceiling and bare, unplastered stone walls on which hung some ancient and very dusty tapestries. Since it was growing dark, I lit the lamp and stood on my trunk to reach the little window catch. I had to wrestle with it to make it open, as if the cobwebs were trying to hold it shut. Although my sisters would not have approved of the housekeeping—and in fact, even I considered a little dusting to be in order here—I liked the little chamber far more than Augusta’s grand, luxurious apartments. It seemed I had maligned my brother-in-law the duke, and he understood me much better than I had thought.

In perfect charity with him, I unpacked my clothes, seized a clean gown to wear for the rest of the evening, and put the rest away in the oak wardrobe which looked a little out of place but was at least useful. I washed my face in the bowl provided, gasping at the coldness of the water, then brushed and repinned my hair, and, with difficulty, found my way back to Augusta’s apartments.

She had a bedroom, a dressing room, a cosy dining room, and a large sitting room. They were all utterly feminine, with no sign of the duke’s accoutrements, so I could only assume his rooms were elsewhere. Perhaps through one of the two doors at the end of the sitting room. I wasn’t sure I would care to live like that if I was married. Provided I liked my husband, of course, and I had long ago decided that nothing except actual love would induce me to marry anyone, however rich, powerful, or influential. Fortunately, my brother the earl seemed to be content with those commodities he’d already gained through my sisters’ marriages, Augusta’s being very much his trump card. So I doubted I would have to fight very hard for my independence. Once I got away from Augusta.

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Morning Bites: Phyllis A. Whitney Born Today!

Phyllis A. Whitney, the “Queen of the American Gothics,” was born on this day back in 1903 (and lived to be 104!). Whitney–along with Mary Stewart, and Victoria Holt–dominated the Gothic Romance genre during the 1950s, ’60s, and ’70s, books whose covers usually featured a frightened woman in a diaphanous gown fleeing a large, imposing mansion.

Phyllis A. Whitney's Thunder Heights
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Have you read any of these grande dames of Gothic Romance? Are there any current Gothic Romance authors you recommend?