Long gone are the days when handwritten letters were all the rage. Truly, it is a lost art, or perhaps craft is the better word.
We have learned to condense our lives into a mere 140 characters and share it with the entire world in short bursts of self-disclosure.
AAMOF, I GTM when I realize we now communicate with IM’s, tweets, and Facebook status updates. Though, IRNCOT in depth. I will say, our FTC with glorious written words is quite sad. ISSYGTI. Hope you enjoy the post. BBFN!
[English translation]: As a matter of fact, I giggle to myself when I realize we now communicate with instant messages, tweets, and Facebook status updates. Though, I’d rather not comment on that in depth. I will say, our failure to communicate with glorious written words is quite sad. I’m so sure you get the idea. Hope you enjoy the post. Bye bye for now!read more
Well, it’s finally here! Love Between the Covers is releasing a film documenting a fun, honest look at the romance community!
I am so thrilled to have been a part of this wonderful project and am so excited about helping to get the word out to you about the film! You can find it here on Amazon.
There are even going to be fun prizes you can win here. Enjoy!
I’m so excited! Today is release day for Book 4 in The Worthington series, I Thee Wed. I hope you enjoy it!
Intelligent and driven, Orion Worthington aspired to be like his mentor, the acclaimed scientist Sir Geoffrey Blayne. Logically, Sir Geoffrey’s daughter would be Orion’s perfect match. So why can’t he keep his mind off the unruly girl who works in Sir Geoffrey’s lab?
Orphaned fire-cracker Francesca Penrose hopes that London is modern enough to accept her brilliant mind despite her womanhood. But she can’t help noticing Orion’s mind…or his body.read more
Greetings! Are you ready to follow me down the rabbit hole of shiny objects? It’s not for the timid – these tiaras bite. I’ll let you know now, they’re vicious little creatures. My hands are cut, burned, and scratched from creating just a few of these, so if you don’t have much experience working with or soldering metal, you may want to try a few smaller projects before you start in on this. That being said, here’s a list of supplies you’ll need to create your own Regency diadem: [continue reading]read more
Like many creative people, I do not truly understand my own brain.
Case in point: My backyard had gone to the dogs over the summer–quite literally. My two bored dogs had trashed my container garden, pooped copiously and torn up various pilfered items. The mess was so daunting that I stopped going outside. Deadlines loomed, negotiations distracted, family drama boiled over. On National Dog Day, I decided to do something about the problem. I hired a poop service. Then miracles happened. By the simple act of having a SINGLE chore removed from my life, I found myself able to attack the dead plants, the litter, and exercise my poor bored fuzzy ones. I could have done those things at any time during the last two months. Bathing a dog takes 20 minutes, max. Replanting a pot takes 10. A game of ball will have a dog panting in 5. But I suffered from Overwhelm. When matters degraded past a certain point, my brain and will and inborn compulsiveness melted down and I was paralyzed by the simple act of THINKING about the back yard. I felt like a glitchy Roomba, repeatedly butting against the wall, forgetting how to turn and tackle things from another angle. Now, the way in which this tale of poop and vacuuming robots pertains to writing a novel: I have written 20 full novels and some other stuff, too. However, it never fails that in the beginning of a book, at some point I will stare in terror at that blinking cursor and think, “500 pages. 500 EMPTY pages. I can’t fill that! That’s a whole goddam ream of paper! NOBODY can fill that!” “Who the hell do I think I am???” Paralysis. Fortunately, I am neurotic, but teachable. I have learned over the years to do a few basic things. I back up and come at things from a different angle. I plot. I make notes. I draw characters. I daydream (so glad to get my pretty patio back!). And then, slowly, tentatively, I begin to write. I try to do so without judgment or editing. After all, it’s just “practice.” I probably won’t use any of it, I tell myself. If I don’t like it I can toss it. Sometimes, in the depths of the deepest paralysis (which has only happened a few times, thank heaven!) I write longhand–just to prove to myself that it doesn’t matter. Crayon is very convincing in this instance. Or chalk on a chalkboard might do well. I will keep that in mind. The ephemeral nature of paper and pen convinces my panicked consciousness that it doesn’t “matter.” If it doesn’t matter, it can’t fail, right? Or worse, perhaps, succeed? Then I warm up. The characters start to show up. The settings become real rooms, real landscapes in my mind. The movie starts to play. Suddenly, I am impatient with the plotting and the notes and the pen and paper. Words are pouring out and the only way to get them down efficiently is to sit down at the computer and make that damned cursor my bitch. I often don’t even realize that I’m doing it until I finish and look around and realize that I am in my office–remember that place of dread and fear and imminent, hideous public failure?–and my hands are tired and I have to pee. And there, filling page upon page that shrink the blinking cursor into pallid insignificance is Chapter One. Or maybe the climactic end scene. It doesn’t matter. I never write in order. I write because that is who I think I am!read more
The Geek God and I are finally watching The Wire. Yes, I know, a decade behind the rest of you. At any rate, we recently watched that famous moment in “Old Cases” where McNulty and his partner, Bunk, are investigating an old crime scene. It takes place in an apartment that has since been cleaned and repaired. They crack the case with nothing to go on but a few crime scene photos and the F word. Seriously, the dialogue of the entire scene consists of them conversing in Vulgar Dude. The F word, and only the F word, for a solid 5 minutes. It is offensive, gripping, and absolute genius.read more
After years of being a quiet, dutiful wife, the recently widowed Mrs. Miranda Talbot is finally free to se she pleases. As an attractive woman of independent means, Miranda is suddenly turning heads all around town. When she meets the dashing Mr. Castor Worthington, she is swept away by his passion. Is he too good to be true?read more
I love this trilogy–and I love poor mixed up Madeleine especially! There’s something about someone who lies in a good cause–and then gets stuck with those lies!
DEVIL IN MY BED
Runaway Brides Bk 1
Three Lords and a Baby…
When Aidan de Quincy finds a precocious tot on the steps of his gentleman’s club, he is sure he isn’t the child’s father…well, nearly sure. In order to find out, he needs to find the only woman he ever loved–the one who broke his heart!
Madeleine Chandler has a secret, but not the one
Aidan thinks she does. Her past is about to catch
up to her again and only Aidan can save her. All
she has to do is tell one more tiny little lie…
Quotes:
“From its unconventional prologue to its superb
conclusion, every page of the first in Bradley’s
Runaway Brides series is perfection and joy. Tinged
with humor that never overshadows the poignancy
and peopled with remarkable characters
(especially the precocious Melody) who will
steal your heart, this one’s a keeper.”
–Romantic Times BOOKreviews
Under the covers:
I wrote this book while pondering the meaning
of fatherhood. What makes a father? Is it instinct?
Having a good example to follow? Reading the
parenting books that have been strategically left
by the toilet with relevant passages highlighted
in yellow? Aidan is a man who is locked down tight–
until a child manages to pick that lock with a smile.
Portraits of our lovers:
AIDAN
Aidan de Quincy, Earl of Blankenship, has only loved one woman in his life. Madeleine loved him beyond
his wildest dreams, then coldly refused him and shredded his heart into tiny little pieces. If little
foundling Melody is his daughter, then only Madeleine can be her mother. That’s a little trip in the way-back machine that Aidan really doesn’t want to take.
Bringing Madeleine to live with him and Melody sounds like yet another journey into heartbreak…
but he can’t resist her, even knowing that she’ll
only destroy him yet again. Oh, but what a way to go.
MADELEINE
Miss Madeleine Chandler has been living a lie for so long she is beginning to believe it…until the day the past comes back to bite her in her lovely arse. The only thing to do is flee and the only place to flee is back into the arms of Aidan, the man whose heart she was forced to break years before. Unfortunately, the only way to get herself back into those arms is to lie yet again. Is she the mother of the child so recently left on his doorstep? Um, sure, yeah, whatever. But just when Maddie’s heart begins to remember why she loved Aidan so desperately in the first place, the brittle, shaky pyramid of her lies begins to sway beneath her feet!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Sophie and Graham are one of the most popular couples I have written–for good reason! This book wrote itself, as if it couldn’t wait to find out what happened any more than I could!
DUKE MOST WANTED – Heiress Brides Book 3
In the game of love
Sophie Blake’s grandfather willed his fortune to the first of his granddaughters so marry a duke. Since her cousin, Deirdre, will seal the deal any day now, the quiet bookish Sophie can sit back and enjoy her time with the only man she truly adores: Graham. No matter that the part-charmer, part-scoundrel has absolutely no designs on her! Sophie is content to engage Graham in lively conversation, beat him at cards . . . and probe at the darkness hiding behind his rakish smile.read more
