Showing posts with label Holly Bush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holly Bush. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

For This Moment by Holly Bush (VBB, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT





Blurb:
1871 - Born to privilege and duty in Virginia, Olivia Gentry comes of age as women begin to find their social and political independence. She has been raised and educated to carry on the Gentry family’s successful horse breeding stables with her brothers at Paradise, their family home. Having been deceived in love as a young woman and unsure of her instincts, she is wary to commit to a marriage, but she cannot deny her long-buried feelings for a family friend.

Jim Somerset has been in love with Olivia Gentry from the moment she gazed up at him as a young girl. A farrier by trade like his father before him, he and his business’s future are inexorably entwined with the Gentry family. He has watched her be courted by statesmen, and considers her and her goals out of the reach of a common workman, like himself. But he is fearful that he will never rid Olivia from his mind and from his heart. Has the moment come for him to reveal his passions for her? Find out in the third installment of the Gentrys of Paradise.





Excerpt:

“You must tell me,” Jim Somerset said finally when he could no longer be silent. “Has someone hurt you? What has happened? Shall I take you to Matt or Adam?”

Olivia’s face reddened and she shook her head. But her eyes stopped and widened at something over his shoulder. He looked back and saw Richard Armsworth staring at her.

“Do not bow your head. Look up at me and smile even though it’s not what you wish to do,” he said softly.

She responded to him with a tentative smile, her hand quivering against his palm. She was a singularly beautiful woman. She was dressed in a gown the color of honey, accentuating her dark red hair and matching the pale freckles across her nose. It was then he noticed a tear in the fabric of her dress, a few threads sticking out at odd angles, at the corner of her squared neckline. She looked down to where he was looking and peered up at him with panicked eyes. He danced her right out of the large, open double doors at the back of the hall, and to the deserted side of the building.

“Why is your dress torn? What has happened?”

“Nothing . . . I can’t . . . nothing.” But she was gulping for breath and did not finish her words.

“Armsworth? It’s Armsworth, isn’t it. Has he hurt you?”

She grabbed his forearms. “Don’t do anything. Please.”

His skin itched with the desire to do violence. His heart was beating hard in his ears and his fists were clenched. But she was pleading with him, and he didn’t have the heart to deny her anything, especially when she was in such a state.


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About the Author:
Holly Bush writes historical romance set in the U.S.in the late 1800’s, in Victorian England, and and occasional Women’s Fiction title. Her books are described as emotional, with heartfelt, sexy romance. She makes her home with her husband in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.








Connect with Holly at her website and on Twitter @hollybushbooks and on Facebook.

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GIVEAWAY

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Holly Bush will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

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Friday, August 9, 2013

Cross the Ocean (guest post, excerpt and giveaway)

Cross the Ocean               
by Holly Bush

 BLURB:   
1871 . . . Worlds collide when American Suffragette, Gertrude Finch, and titled Brit Blake Sanders meet in an explosive encounter that may forever bind them together. Gertrude Finch escorts a young relative to London and encounters the stuffy Duke of Wexford at his worst. Cross the Ocean is the story of an undesired, yet undeniable attraction that takes Blake and Gertrude across an ocean and into each other’s arms.



We have the privilege of having a post from the author, discussing one of  her early experiences with her colleagues.

After you read the great post and excerpt from Holly Bush, please leave a comment on something new you were glad that you tried even though you were nervous about it and don't forget to leave a valid e-mail address.  

The author is very generously offering a giveaway:  one randomly chosen commenter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card.


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The Making of a Romance Writer


One of the very first writer’s conferences I ever went to, I signed up for an evening event where a small group of aspiring authors read the first page or two of their books aloud, and a published author did some critiquing. I have no idea any longer who the author was, but she had published many, many Harlequin romances and one or two big historicals. I nervously read the first page of Romancing Olive, and I remember her saying she liked my writing and she proceeded to ask a lot of questions about the book. Many more questions than she’d asked anyone else. I described the book, as I still do, as a story about a spinster librarian in the late 1800’s who travels west to rescue her newly orphaned niece and nephew after receiving news of the violent death of her brother. 

                                                   
 


I remember very vividly this author asking me to repeat my description and then she asked me what I thought was the strangest thing I’d ever heard. ‘Which of the 22 approved plot lines does this book fall under?’ I’d never heard of the approved plot lines. I looked around the room and all the other women (authors) were nodding and staring at me like, ‘What are you waiting for? Answer the question!’ I said I’d never heard of such a thing and didn’t know I was supposed to use one of them. Everyone chuckled and tittered. Then one of them began counting off on her fingers, ‘Boy hates girl, girl hates boy, parents hate boy, secret pregnancy,’ and on that they all sighed and started talking at once. ‘I love secret pregnancies! They’re my favorite! Secret pregnancies are the only ones I read!’ I had no idea then and still don’t know how anyone keeps a pregnancy secret. And I think it’s interesting that these approved plot lines were specific and individual and weren’t mushed up together. There was no ‘neighbor meets sister who hated the cat that tripped the milkman while he was hiding a secret pregnancy.’
 

I think the vast amount of genres in the romance world today indicate a broad spectrum of readers with varied tastes and tolerances, which is a good thing, a great thing, in fact. But readers also like to have their books sorted ahead of time. They want to be able to find the story that lets them stop thinking about their problems and start thinking about the heroine’s problems. I encourage readers to step outside their genre comfort zone. Find a new writer or a try a new type of story.
 

Writers – challenge yourself to write the story or book you feel. Readers’ favorite stories are the ones where they connect with the characters. If the character in your head prefers a certain sex or sexes, are from another planet, time or world, write that character. Write the change or the action for that character that makes the reader connect to them regardless of whether they suck blood, waltz at Almack’s or have multiple partners. Write the characters’ story first and then identify the genres that may help readers find you.


(From ELF:  What great advice!  It's always scary trying something new and it is so great to get a glimpse of the beginnings of a writer's journey.  Thanks so much for sharing and for allowing me to spotlight Cross the Ocean)



Cross the Ocean

      





Excerpt
 
Blake found his guests in the music room listening to Melinda play the pianoforte. “Miss Finch, may I beg a moment of your time?” he asked as he touched her elbow.

The two of them retreated out of hearing distance from the rest.

“Yes?” Miss Finch clipped off and folded her hands at her waist.

“I find I do owe you an apology,” Blake began.

“And every other woman in the room as well,” she replied.

“I am not concerned with every other female in the room.” Blake stood tall. “I have many faults, but hurting a guest’s feelings cannot be one of them.”

“I agree with you there,” Miss Finch said and clapped politely.

“Agree with what?” he asked.

“You have many faults. The least of which are poor manners.”

“Yes, well, in any case, I apologize for what I said.” Blake looked away ashamed. “I was wrong. You are really quite attractive.”

Gertrude Finch put her hands on her hips, and her voice rose with each word. “I could care less what you think of me.”

“Now, now, no need to call attention our way,” Blake said and glanced at the assembly listening to Melinda. “No need to be defensive, either. I am aware of the tender sensibilities women associate with how attractive they are. My own mother made us all kiss and coo over Aunt Constance, and she had whiskers longer than . . .”

“Listen to me, Sanders. I meant what I said. I couldn’t care less whether you think I’m attractive or not. You dismiss ideas and brains for the lack of a pretty face. I think you’re a pompous idiot. What do you think of them apples, Your Highness?” she said.

Blake held his hands behind his back, and a muscle twitched below his eye. “Miss Finch, the title ‘Your Highness’ is reserved for the royal family. You Americans bandy about titles as if a one of you could trace a history further back than the last mule you shoed.”



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