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My 2009 Civil War romance, Confederate Rose, is now discounted to $2.99 at most ebook outlets.


Her pale cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink. She lifted one white, bare arm from the quilt to gesture at the clothing drying by the fire. “Now didn’t you tell me to hang yer things out to dry?”

Alex grimaced. He had told her to do that. But he hadn’t expected her to go through his pack. “So I did,” he admitted.

She slipped her arm back into the quilt and lifted her chin. “‘Tis an apology I should be expecting, Mr. Hart.”

“Apology? You were going through my things.”

“Because you ordered me to see to yer wet clothes.”

Alex didn’t think he’d win this argument. “Very well, ma’am. I apologize if I’ve offended your fine sensibilities in any way.”

She straightened and hugged the quilt, eyeing him regally. “I accept yer apology, Mr. Hart.”

“Well then.” He hesitated and dropped his gaze. Her wide eyes drove his thoughts to ideas best left alone. That and the knowledge of what little she wore under the quilt. He cleared his throat. “I suggest we bed down for the night.”

“Not until you get yerself out of those wet clothes.”

His brows shot up. “I beg your pardon?”

“Ye’ll surely not be sleeping in those wet things. ‘Tis by the fire ye’ll be needing to hang them.”

His gaze settled on the clothes draped over the two chairs. Steam rose from them. “But those clothes aren’t dry yet.”

“Ye’ll not be needing clothes to sleep.” She grinned mischievously. “We’ve plenty of blankets.”

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Reviews and contest wins

Praise for Confederate Rose!

1st place historical category of First Coast Romance Writers 2010 Beacon Contest for Published Authors!

2nd place historical category of 2010 New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award!

“Need to Read” at You Gotta Read Reviews!!

“The writing flowed smoothly. I liked the way the romance developed between Katie and Alex. The conflicting emotions they each face make this an engaging story. If you like a romance wrapped in the conflicts of the Civil War you will definitely enjoy this book!”

4 ribbons at Blue Ribbon Reviews at Romance Junkies!

“CONFEDERATE ROSE is a magnificent work of fiction…Blended with a well developed romance, this historical is one that will grab hold of your heart and tear at your emotions. I highly recommend this charming historical and it will allow you to revisit the past while you stay in the present.”

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Born in 1820, Mary Anne Saldier lived most of her adult life in North America. However, she never forgot her native Ireland and most of her literary works were written to benefit her people. She was an Irish nationalist and fervent Roman Catholic and wrote religious tracts as well as works supporting Catholic organizations and institutions.

If not for her gender, her contemporaries believed she likely would have been drawn into politics.

Her birth name was Mary Anne Madden, coming into the world in Cootehill, County Cavan. She was the daughter of a merchant, a successful, refined man of literary tastes. He encouraged Mary Anne’s interest in writing. But due to business failures and his death in 1844, Mary emigrated to Montreal. Prior to her father’s death, she’d had verses published in 1839 in a “genteel” London periodical.

She continued to write while living in Montreal. Mary Anne told a correspondent that she primarily wrote out of necessity, as she was a penniless immigrant. In November of 1846, she married James Sadlier. He was the Montreal branch manager of D & J Sadlier & Company, a New York Catholic publishing house, he managed along with his brother, Denis. The brothers were also Irish immigrants.

While living in Montreal, the couple had seven children.

Mary Anne wrote articles and religious tracts for his publications, later producing a novel, Alice Riordan; the Blind Man’s Daughter.

The Sadliers moved to New York in 1860, and Mary Anne wrote and published 26 books, which included 14 novels. She also wrote for Irish-American and Catholic journals. Their home became a meeting place of Irish-American intellectuals and literary figures.

Her husband died in 1869, shifting his business responsibilities onto Mary Anne.  Denis faced increasing competition and made a few unsuccessful investments. Through the 1870s, Mary Anne’s literary output dwindled, though she did produce some short plays, and wrote Catholic religious pamphlets for children.

After her brother-in-law died, his son gained control of the company. Mary Anne relocated to Montreal, because several of her children still lived there. With reduced finances, she began writing for a living once more. In 1895, Notre Dame University awarded her it’s Laetare Medal. This was awarded annually to an American Catholic “whose genius has ennobled the arts and sciences, illustrated the ideals of the Church, and enriched the heritage of humanity.”

The year before she died, in 1902, Mary Anne received a “special blessing” from Pope Leo XIII for her “illustrious service to the Catholic Church.”

Mary Anne Sadlier’s works, sixty novels and numerous smaller pieces, was not of outstanding literary merit, and fell into obscurity after her death. In her depiction of women of her time, she encouraged them to aspire to be housewives and mothers, to take on the business of running the home instead of pursuing commerce or industry. In one of her novels, The Blakes and the Flanagans, a female character is criticized for studying French instead of learning how to sew. Conversely, Mary Anne not only wrote, published, ran a business and established charitable organizations, but also translated texts from French to English.

Her works, however, are of socio-historical interest, as they contain descriptions of the experiences of Catholic Irish immigrants in nineteenth-century North America.

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I’m over at Slip Into Something Victorian today with an excerpt from a letter sent from a war weary Georgia soldier to his wife 150 years ago today.

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My 2009 time travel romance, Erin’s Rebel, is now discounted at most ebook stores to just $2.99.

If you haven’t already read it, here’s a teaser.

Ever since he’d given her the brooch and declared his love for her, Erin decided she had to tell him. She didn’t want to conceal the truth from him any longer.

His dark gaze narrowed as he fastened the final button on his shirt. “Can it wait until later?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’ve been keeping this from you, and now I’ve got to tell you the truth.”

He sighed, his eyes taking on a haunted look. What did he think she was about to tell him?

“Go ahead if you must.” He paced the length of the bed.

She drew a steadying breath and exhaled slowly. “I don’t know how I can expect you to believe this, but here goes…”

He watched her expectantly.

“I’ve come from a distant place.”

“Yes, I know you came from Ireland.”

“No. That’s not it…the place I’ve come from doesn’t yet exist.” She rose from the bed and pulled on her wrapper. After pacing back and forth, she turned to face him. “I’ve come from the future.”

He frowned. “The future? What future?”

“The twenty-first century.” His eyes widened. She was crazy to have thought he’d ever believe her. “Until the accident when I was told I fell off a horse, I’d been living more than one-hundred and forty years in the future.”

His dark eyes hardened. Why had she said anything?

Now that she’d gone this far, she had to tell him all of it. “I had a life there and a fiancé. We broke it off because I couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”

“This is utter nonsense.” He raked his hand through his hair.

She held up her hand, desperately needing him to understand. “It didn’t make sense to me at first, either.”

“If what you say it true, how and why are you here now?”

“I’m not sure how, but I do know why.” She reached her hand out to him. “I’ve come back in time for you, Will.”

Civil War time travel romance, Erin’s Rebel, was a finalist Ancient City Romance Authors 2010 Reader’s Choice Award, paranormal category.

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After a much needed break from blogging, I’m back with the next installment of my Victorian women writer’s series.

Julia Ward Howe (May 27, 1819-October 17, 1910) is best known today as the author of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”. Although famous in her own lifetime as a poet, essayist, lecturer, reformer and biographer, she isn’t that well known today.

She worked toward ending slavery, took part in initiating the women’s movement and aided organizations seeking international peace.

Julia was born in New York City to Julia Rush Cutler and Samuel Ward. She was the third of six children. Ward was a wealthy banker and Julia was tutored at home, as well as attending private schools. She studied literature, languages, science and mathematics, learning French in early childhood; adding Italian, German, Latin and Greek at a later age.

She left school at the age of 16 and, in her words, “began thereafter to study in good earnest.” She continued all through her life reading literature, history and philosophy. By age 20, she’d written literary criticism that was published anonymously in the Literary and Theological Review and the New York Review.

When Julia was five, her mother died, leaving her father to dominate his children’s lives. Samuel Ward was protective of his children, and although an Episcopalian and strict Calvinist, he married into the Astor family and allowed them to enjoy the fashionable social scene.

Julia was high-spirited and extremely popular among the socialites.

After the death of her father in 1839, she returned to the religion she’d been brought up with, although she continued to read and be exposed to liberal ideas. She wrote, “I studied my way out of all the mental agonies which Calvinism can engender and became a Unitarian.”

She visited the New England Institute for the Blind and there met Samuel Gridley Howe. Eighteen years her senior, he began to court her and they were married in April, 1843.

A week later, they sailed to Europe, but six weeks later, Julia had moved to second place in her husband’s life, taking a back seat to his work and close male friends.

Their first child was born in Rome in 1844. The couple had five children over the next twelve years, then a sixth, who died in early childhood.

They made their home in Boston, which meant a radical change for Julia. They lived two miles from the city proper and the only public conveyance was an omnibus, operating only once every two hours. Her social life was stifled.

To her husband’s displeasure, she continued to publish poems. In 1850, they traveled to Europe with the two youngest children. Samuel returned alone to Boston, and Julia stayed in Rome with the children.

When she returned, Samuel purchased a summer home in Newport, Rhode Island. Here Julia could once again enjoy the social outings she missed out on at their home in Boston.

She continued to publish poems anonymously, but her secret was discovered. Her husband, now of 20 years, was angered and they considered divorce, but his demands to keep two of their children, ended the matter for Julia. In a letter to her sister, she wrote, “…rather than be forced to leave two of my children…I made the greatest sacrifice I can ever be called upon to make.”

She stayed in the marriage and concessions were made on both sides. She continued to write and publish poetry and also wrote a play.

In the 1850’s Julia was drawn into William Lloyd  Garrison’s anti-slavery group. She admired the abolitionist leaders, including Wendell Phillips and Thomas Wentworth Higginson. When the Civil War broke out, the Howe’s joined the Sanitary Commission. After viewing a Confederate attack on Union troops, the words to “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” started to form in her mind. She wrote the poem and it was published in The Atlantic under the title, “The Battle Hymn”. She was paid five dollars.

The poem was set to music and swept the North.

Julia appeared in public both during and after the war, reading her poetry, essays and also lecturing.

In 1868, Julia founded the New England Woman’s Club. She was involved in the New England Woman Suffrage Association and served as president from 1868 through 1877.

She continued to travel with her husband and after his death, took an extensive lecture tour to raise money for a trip to Europe and the Middle East with her youngest daughter, Maud.

She led a busy social life and continued to write and lecture. Julia was the first woman elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 1908.

She died on October 17, 1910. Her letters and journals are in the Houghton Library at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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During the American Civil War newspapers could be suspended for publishing disloyal statements. Learn all about it on my post at Slip Into Something Victorian.

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“If only I could meet someone like you,” he told the picture. “But you’re from another world, a simpler time.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Now I’m talking to photos. Go to sleep, Jack.” He carefully propped the picture back on his desk and settled on the bed, reaching over to set the alarm for the morning.

He drifted to sleep with the image of the woman seated on a bench in a Victorian garden.


He glanced up into the most incredible blue eyes. Like sapphires.

“Excuse me?”

The woman shook her head, the large blue flowers atop her hat bobbing. “You promised me a tour of our house.” Her full lips quirked upward.

He swallowed. This was the woman in the photo, but instead of a black and white tintype, he was gazing at a beautiful, flesh and blood woman. Her reddish-gold hair was piled up under her hat, a few loose tendrils curled past her ears. A high-necked gown draped over her legs, completely covering her toes. Seated in an outdoor gazebo, she watched him intently.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see it finished.” She reached out a gloved hand and motioned for him to sit.

Her eyes so mesmerized him, he brushed against the gazebo pillar, nearly losing his balance. Her bright smile drew a grin from him.

Before he sat, he glanced over his shoulder. This was the house! The one being demolished, but it was new.

“Where am I?” he demanded of the woman. “And who are you?”

“Jack, are you quite all right?” Her smile faded into a frown. “I’m Amanda. I rescued you.”


A loud buzz pulled him away. He jerked upright.

“What the hell?” He rubbed his face. His subconscious had mixed the photo and the house into a crazy dream.

Collapsing onto the bed, he groaned. He glanced toward the window, noting the sky was still dark, the streetlights still on. The last thing he felt like doing was going back to work on a remodel of a supermarket, but he needed the paycheck. Bad.

He pushed himself off the bed and grabbed a shirt to slip over his head. On the way to the bathroom, he clicked on the lamp, and his gaze fell on the photo of the woman. The woman in the dream said her name was Amanda. Maybe after work, he’d do a little investigating to see if he could find out who had lived in the house prior to the twentieth century.

As he washed his face, his pulse raced. He stared into the mirror. Waiting until the workday was done would be practical, but he realized he had to know now. He had to go back to the house, before it was torn down.

He grabbed his phone and punched in his boss’s number. “Hey, Ron,” he said when the man picked up. “I’m really sick. Don’t think I can make it in today.”

Ron sighed. “Okay. You feel that bad, I think we can make do.”

Jack held back his sigh of relief. He wouldn’t be happy with a short paycheck next week, but he had to go to the house today. He couldn’t explain it.

“Thanks, Ron.”

“If you don’t think you can make it tomorrow, call me tonight, so I can find a few temp helpers to add to the work crew.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks again.” Jack closed his cell and leaned against the wall, still not sure why he’d felt impelled to call out.

He stepped to the counter and rinsed his coffee pot in the sink. After a cup of coffee and whatever he could find in the fridge to eat, he’d drive to the house and have a look around.

After gulping the last mouthful of coffee, he stepped toward his desk and the photo of the young woman. On impulse, he stuffed the picture into his inside jacket pocket.

An hour later, he walked up to the porch of the house on the corner of Wendover Street. He glanced up and down the block. The few people strolling by took no notice of him. He knocked, but was sure Shane Bradley wasn’t around this early in the morning. Problem was, he couldn’t gain access to the inside if the man wasn’t in. After a few minutes, he heaved a sigh and turned to go. He had Bradley’s cell number. Maybe he could call him.

But an intuitive hunch made him spin back to the door. He tried the knob, and the door creaked open. He glanced around once again to be sure no one watched him. The last thing he needed was cops showing up to arrest him for trespassing.

The door opened inward, inviting him to enter. Slipping through the threshold, he gently closed the door and leaned against it.

What the hell am I doing?

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