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Kathleen Ayers | Author-Reader Match: THE THEORY OF EARLS + Giveaway!
Author Guest / September 3, 2020

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-Reader Match” where we introduce you to authors as a reader you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present KATHLEEN AYERS! What I Write: Historical romance, primarily post-regency/early Victorian. My latest release is The Theory of Earls, the first in my new series. Wicked Again, book #7 in the Wickeds series will hit Amazon on October 29. About: Fifty-something romance author seeks readers for steamy, historical romance. Must be intrigued by handsome rakes who are prone to requesting young ladies play the piano for them in their underthings, especially when the gorgeous gentleman is assisting the young lady in her pursuit to marry one of his friends. .  .to avoid marriage to a pear-shaped son of an earl. What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: -The perfect idea of a date would be sliding between the sheets with an e-reader or a paperback and sipping on a glass of wine. Ice cream might also be involved. -Fantasizes about what it would be like to be a duchess. Or a countess. Really, anyone with “Lady” before their name. -Likes history…

Christina Henry | Exclusive Excerpt: THE GHOST TREE
Author Guest / September 3, 2020

The shade of the trees made her feel better almost immediately, although the headache didn’t disappear–just receded a little bit, like a fighter taking two steps back before charging in again with a flurry of punches. Still, she thought she might be able to get to her bike and make it home without fainting, which was the key thing. Lauren had almost reached the ghost tree and her bike when she felt it–a strange sort of shifting, although the shifting wasn’t anything external that she could tell. The trees all stood in their usual places and the wind rustled their branches like always and her feet were firmly planted in the ground and her stomach wasn’t even queasy any longer. But still–there had been something. A feeling that made her skin prickle and her left eye twitch and cold sweat pool at the base of her spine. She shook her head even though it made her headache feel like it was knocking from side to side inside her skull. Those were all things that happened to other people when they walked in the woods that bordered Smiths Hollow. They got spooky feelings and broke out in a sweat and talked…