Just wanted to share the excitement! My new historical, HIS SUBSTITUTE BRIDE, will be on store shelves April 1 and is already available for online ordering. Thank you for this chance to tell you about it. Those of you who met the Seavers brothers, Judd and Quint, in THE BORROWED BRIDE will be happy to know that Quint and Annie finally get their chance to fall in love. Here’s a peek at the blurb from the back cover.
“Dashing but cynical Quint Seavers lives for danger. A past betrayal has made him wary of love, and he has no idea that independent, practical Annie Gustavson holds a secret longtime passion for him. Nor does he realize that the only reason Annie has traveled to San Francisco is to win his love—or walk away forever. When disaster strikes the city, Annie’s courage and determination match his own—and suddenly Quint knows that she’s exactly what has been missing from his life all along…”
There’s lots more. The story takes place in 1906 San Francisco in the days prior to the catastrophic earthquake and fire. Quint, a crusading reporter, has invited Annie to bring his six-year-old “niece” to San Francisco for a visit. The three of them become enmeshed in a web of intrigue and danger. Reviews are still coming in. Here’s an excerpt from one of the nicest ones—this from Carol at Loves Western Romance.
“…Author Elizabeth Lane has set a first rate suspense against the background of 1906 San Francisco and the earthquake that defined that city. She’s also created a sensual romance where secrets won’t stay buried. With a hero who has to learn boundaries and a heroine who needs to spread her wings, Ms. Lane gives readers characters who tug at your heart strings as they face danger around every corner. Especially poignant is the little girl Clara, blissfully unaware of the threats swirling about her. A captivating romance, an intriguing suspense and characters that make you care.”
Here’s a very short excerpt from the book. You can read a longer version on my web site.
“Where’s the ocean, Aunt Annie? I want to see it!” Clara bounced with excitement. Her nose smudged the window of the first class railway car.
“All in good time, Miss Clara Seavers.” Annie resettled her weary buttocks against the vibrating seat cushion. She adored her sister Hannah’s child, but three days and nights on a rattling train with an active six-year-old had frayed her nerves. She looked forward to a quiet lunch, a lovely hot bath…and Quint. Especially Quint. Damn his charming, impossible hide!
Maybe after this week, she would finally be over him. Frank Robinson, who owned the hotel in Dutchman’s Creek, had asked Annie to marry him three times. He was decent, kind and passably handsome, with enough money to keep her in comfort for the rest of her days. Her sister Hannah thought she was crazy for turning Frank down. “You’re twenty-three years old, Annie!” she’d fussed. “What are you waiting for, a knight on a white horse?”
The question was wasted breath, and both sisters knew it. Quint Seavers was no shining knight. But Annie had worshipped him since her teens. Annie had jumped at his invitation to bring Clara to San Francisco. But she had no illusions about why he’d sent her the ticket. He needed someone to accompany Clara and act as a nanny during the visit. Well, fine. She was determined to have a good time anyway. And she would do her best to see Quint through clear eyes.
“Will Uncle Quint be there when we get off the train?” Clara asked.
“He said he would.”
“Then he will.” Clara nodded happily. “How much longer is it?”
“Not much longer. We should be there in time for lunch.” Annie slipped an arm around the little girl. “Here, look out the window. We’re coming into Oakland now. Soon you’ll be able to see San Francisco Bay. It’s almost like the ocean!”
Thirty minutes later the train pulled into the station. Plastered against the window, Clara scanned the platform. “There he is! There’s Uncle Quint! Look, he can see us! He’s waving!”
They gathered their things and filed down the aisle to the exit door. Quint was there to greet them, looking tired but unforgivably handsome in a light woolen topcoat and black derby. He helped Annie down the steps, then swept Clara off her feet, waltzing her around until she squealed with laughter. Watching them, Annie felt the familiar ache. What a breathtaking pair they were, the man and the child. They had the same brown eyes and thick, dark chestnut curls, the same dimpled cheeks and dazzling smiles.
No one with eyes in their head could fail to guess the truth. Clara was Quint’s daughter.
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To celebrate the book’s release, I’ll be giving copies to some lucky winners. For every ten responses to this blog, I’ll draw one name to receive a copy of HIS SUBSTITUTE BRIDE. Good luck!