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Christi Caldwell | Author-Reader Match: IN BED WITH THE EARL
Author Guest / March 18, 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 Christi Caldwell! Writes: It’s SO wonderful joining you!! Thank you for having me here at Fresh Fiction! I write historical romance novels set in the Regency, late Regency, or early Victorian era. My latest book, In Bed With the Earl, features a lost lord, who’d been kidnapped as a child, and is now returning to his previous world, and who of course, finds love along the way! About: I blame Julie Garwood and Judith McNaught for luring me into the world of historical romance. While I was in grad school at the University of Connecticut, I set aside my school notes and picked up my laptop to try my hand at romance. I believe the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections, and I rather enjoy torturing them before crafting them a well deserved happily ever after! What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: • You LOVE a flawed or imperfect hero and heroine. • You devour deeply emotional reads that have you…

Christi Caldwell | Exclusive Interview: THE BLUESTOCKING
Author Guest / May 7, 2019

Many thanks to Christi Caldwell for joining us on the blog today! Welcome to the Fresh Fiction blog! Can you tell us a bit about the Wicked Wallflowers series, and your most recent release, THE BLUESTOCKING? Thank you so much for having me! The Wicked Wallflowers world is one that’s been so refreshing and rewarding for me as an author to write in. It’s set in the late Regency era, however, it explores life outside of the ton. Many times readers picture ballrooms and rides in Hyde Park when thinking of Regency romance, and though we have glimpses of that in my Wicked Wallflowers books, they really move so much deeper, looking at how people born outside the nobility lived…and struggled. In The Bluestocking, for example, I’ve paired Gertrude Killoran, the clever, partially blind, oldest sister of a gaming hell family with her family’s greatest rival…the Marquess of Maddock…known as the Mad Marquess. A man whose wife and unborn child were killed by Gertrude’s late father, and whose son was kidnapped and absorbed into the Killoran gang. It’s a very raw and real story that brings an HEA not only to Gertrude and Edwin as individuals but the pair of…

Christi Caldwell | Origins of a ton “Hell”
Author Guest / April 4, 2018

I’m so excited to be here sharing about my latest book, THE HELLION. The heroine Cleopatra Killoran and hero, Adair Thorne are not necessarily one’s typical Regency couple. Born into rival families, of London’s most successful gaming hells, they’ve only ever known hatred for the other. Until they meet and sparks fly, and every belief they’ve ever had of one another, is challenged. They’ve only seen the differences between them. When they’re thrust into one another’s company, they see just how much they in fact, share. Neither of them were born to the nobility. Both of them know what it is to struggle and fight to survive. And then there is the passion that flares from the onset! The inspiration for my Wicked Wallflowers series actually began first with the heroine, Cleopatra, her family, and the rival gaming hell owners of the Hell and Sin Club…which is run by Adair. Immediately I knew, I wanted Cleo’s family to juxtapose Adair’s….and from that the Wicked Wallflowers was born. This series wouldn’t be about a club run solely by men. Rather, about a family, of strong, independent, and very capable women…and their lone elder brother. And so, from the start, Cleo, by…

Christi Caldwell | Always a Rogue, Forever Her Love
Author Guest / September 17, 2014

Check out this excerpt from Christi Caldwell‘s latest installment in her Scandalous Season series, ALWAYS A ROGUE, FOREVER HER LOVE! Jonathan sucked in his breath as the spirited vixen who’d dealt rather handily with Lord Whitby a short while ago revealed herself. Here, in the closeness of his carriage, he could appreciate that which he’d not noted a short while ago. Her green gaze, the color of the richest emeralds, the fiery crimson curls piled high atop her head, and a smattering of freckles along her high cheek-bones. “You, sir, have something I want,” she breathed. Which was rather good for him, because he rather wanted her as well. A recalcitrant red curl tumbled free from the precarious arrangement of her locks. He followed the path of that captivating strand as it bounced and then fell, nestled in the slight gap in her cloak, between her breasts. Jonathan fixed his gaze on that crimson curl, never more jealous of a slip of hair than in that moment. He reached out and caught the siren’s lock. He raised it to his eyes, wishing it were day so the sun could bathe her in its light and illuminate the vibrancy of the…