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Fresh Pick | A TOUCH OF CRIMSON by Sylvia Day
Fresh Pick / November 17, 2011

Renegade Angels # 1 October 2011 On Sale: October 4, 2011 Featuring: Shadoe; Adrian Mitchell 368 pages ISBN: 0451234995 EAN: 9780451234995 Paperback $7.99  Add to Wish List Paranormal Romance, Paranormal – Supernatural, Romance Paranormal Buy at A Touch Of Crimson by Sylvia Day FIRST IN A NEW SERIES! CAN TRUE LOVE SURVIVE A WAR BETWEEN ANGELS, VAMPIRES, AND LYCANS? Adrian Mitchell is a powerful angel leading an elite Special Ops unit of Seraphim. His task is to punish the Fallen–angels who have become vampires–and command a restless pack of indentured lycans. But Adrian has suffered his own punishment for becoming involved with mortals–losing the woman he loves again and again. Now, after nearly two hundred years, he has found her–Shadoe–her soul once more inhabiting a new body, with no memory of him. And this time, he won’t let her go… Exciting new world that will have the pages turning! A touch can bring it all back or take it all away. Previous Picks

Jane Kindred | Confessions Of A Closet Monarchist
Author Guest / November 17, 2011

I didn’t expect to be writing novels about the unjust persecution of misunderstood monarchs. It sort of just…happened. I blame THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL. I loved that story as a girl; I loved the 1934 movie with Leslie Howard and Merle Oberon on the late-night movies, and I loved the made-for-TV movie in the 80s with Anthony Andrews and Jane Seymour, and I loved the 90s version with Richard E. Grant and Elizabeth McGovern that I recently stumbled upon on Netflix. (And just about died of swoonage at the line Grant delivers to McGovern at the end, when Sir Percy realizes he’s in love with his wife; as they’re going in for the romantic final kiss, she says something that ends with “…in a word, marriage,” and he replies in his fabulously perfect foppish drawl, “Marriage i’n’t a word, it’s a sentence.”) Okay, so maybe that says more about how I have a thing for somewhat effeminate men with foppish drawls, but that’s a story for another time. It was while watching THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL that I had this twinge of guilt: I was rooting for the French aristocracy. Shouldn’t I have been on the side of the poor and oppressed?…