Monday, December 24, 2012

A Suitable Wife by Louise M. Gouge ends January 7th

Award-winning Florida author Louise M. Gouge writes historical fiction for Harlequin's Love Inspired imprint. In addition to numerous other awards, Louise is the recipient of the prestigious Inspirational Readers’ Choice Award for her 2005 historical novel, Hannah Rose (first place) and her 2011 Regency novella, The Gentleman Takes a Bride, (second place). Please visit her Web site at

I want to welcome my very good friend Louise! So glad to have you. And I LOVE your story and Greystone. LOL. Louise is giving away a copy of her new release A Suitable Wife. Leave a comment telling a Christmas family tradition to be entered. And for a second chance to win visit Louise's blog at

Lady Greystone’s First Christmas

December 24, 1814

“Do you think your mother will approve?” Lady Greystone stood beside her husband of six months as they viewed the first Christmas tree ever to grace Greystone Lodge.

Smelling of fresh pine, the giant evergreen towered above them in the corner of the main drawing room. Red and gold satin ribbons were woven around and through the greenery, and colorful glass balls hung on every other branch. At the end of the other branches, snowy white candles perched on their shiny brass sconces, waiting to be lit for tonight’s party. Underneath the lowest tree limbs, stacks of gaily cloth and paper wrapped gifts awaited distribution to servants, retainers, guests, and family members.

“My darling Beatrice, when did my mother ever approve of anything?” Greystone drew her closer to his side, at the same time reaching out to adjust a glass ornament dangling precariously from a lower branch. “You must stop letting her intimidate you.” He placed a kiss on her temple, and his bay rum cologne sent a pleasant shiver through her. “You are my viscountess, and that makes you the lady of this house now. If she doesn’t like our tree. . .or anything else about our celebration, she can spend her Christmas at the dower house in Shrewsbury.”

“Oh, we could not be so cruel.” Beatrice shuddered at the thought of the dowager viscountess spending the holidays alone, no matter how disagreeable the older woman could be. “However, Anna told me Mother Greystone is quite rigid when it comes to traditions. I simply do not wish for her to be displeased on her first Christmas of not presiding over the manor house festivities.”

“When my dear sister-in-law was Mother’s companion, she never seemed to please her.” Greystone chuckled ruefully. “Nor did I or either of my brothers ever manage to do so.” He took Beatrice by the hand and led her out into the large entrance hall. “It is time for us to establish our own traditions. If she doesn’t like the tree, she must be satisfied with these usual garlands.” He waved a hand to indicate the strings of thick greenery festooning the stairway bannisters and hanging high above ancestral pictures on the walls. “And the Yule log, of course.”

Nestling into her husband’s embrace, Beatrice permitted herself a moment of pure bliss. Her childhood had not been any happier than his, but she and Greystone had determined they would have a loving, joyful Christian home.

For days, the Lodge had been filled with the aromas of rosemary, cinnamon, apples, pumpkins, baking bread and a host of other delightful scents. Surrounded by piles of kindling, the large Yule log lay in the stable yard behind the house, ready to be set afire tonight, with hopes that it would blaze through all twelve days of Christmas.

Upstairs, Greystone’s two younger brothers and their wives rested from their travels and prepared for the party that would begin in a few hours. Beatrice could hardly wait to see how Richard and Mary’s year old daughter Eliza liked the gifts they would all shower upon her.

Having a child around at Christmas seemed to make things brighter. After all, the entire reason for celebrating this season was that Jesus Christ had come as a baby some eighteen hundred years ago to be their Savior and Lord. If only Beatrice could always remember how much God loved her, perhaps Mother Greystone’s disposition wouldn’t trouble her so much.

But dear Uncle Grenville had also come up from London to surprise them all. Perhaps his presence would mollify Greystone’s mother. Although he was a barrister, his godly pastoral ways always seemed to calm her.

The sound of a coach rumbling up the front drive stalled Beatrice’s pleasant thoughts. In spite of the affirming embrace her beloved husband gave her, she could not slow her racing pulse as the door swung open and the formidable Dowager Lady Greystone swept into the entrance hall.

The tall, slender woman flung back the hood of her dark blue cloak and glared at Greystone and Beatrice as if she had caught them in the midst of some mischief.

“Tea. I must have tea.” She flung the cloak into the arms of the waiting butler and strode toward the drawing room as if she still were the lady of the house. “Johnson, bring it at once.”

“Mother—” Frowning, Greystone started after her.

“Mother dear.” Beatrice raced ahead of him, arriving just in time to see her mother-in-law’s widened eyes settle upon the Christmas tree and her jaw drop open in obvious astonishment.

“Well.” The older woman stalked toward the tree, studying it up and down. “I see you have taken up Queen Charlotte’s custom and installed a forest in your drawing room.”

Beatrice’s heart chilled, but when Greystone started to speak, she gripped his hand and shook her head. Lord, help us to be kind no matter what she says or does.

“What a lovely idea.” The dowager came as close to smiling as Beatrice had ever seen her. “I like it.”

Then, as if that were not enough of a shock, the older woman turned her attention to Beatrice and studied her up and down just as she had examined the tree. At last she gave her a wily smile. “And I see you will be giving me the very best of gifts this coming year, my dear. When is my grandson due?”

Beatrice had no idea how the lady knew she was in a delicate condition, for her high-waisted gown hid the growing roundness of her belly. But the widening smile on the dowager’s face utterly dispelled Beatrice’s anxiety. “In early May, Mother.”

“Ah, a spring baby. Well done, Beatrice.” She strode over to them and pulled Beatrice into a gentle embrace, the first time she had ever done so. “God has truly blessed us, has He not, Greystone?” She doled out a rare smile to her eldest son.

Clearly bemused by this drastic change in his parent, Greystone gave her a crooked grin and a nod. “He has indeed, Mother. He has indeed.”

If you have enjoyed this little vignette, you may also enjoy Greystone and Lady Beatrice’s love story in A Suitable Wife, a Love Inspired Historical by Louise M. Gouge.

Theirs is an impossible attraction. Lady Beatrice Gregory has beauty, brains—and a wastrel brother. With her family fortune squandered, her only chance of a Season is as a lowly companion. London’s glittering balls and parties are bittersweet when Beatrice has no hope of a match. Still, helping Lord Greystone with his charitable work brings her genuine pleasure…perhaps more that she dares to admit. Even when every marriageable miss in London is paraded before him, the only woman to capture Lord Greystone’s attention is the one he shouldn’t pursue. Attaching himself to a ruined family would jeopardize his ambitions. Yet Lady Beatrice may be the only wife to suit his lord’s heart.

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Monday, December 17, 2012

Waiting for Morning by Margaret Brownley ends December 24th

Margaret has published more than twenty-five novels. Waiting for Morning will be released in January, followed by Gunpowder Tea in October.  Her work will also appear in June’s A Bride for All Season collection and A Pioneer Christmas Collection.

Order Margaret’s next book Waiting for Morning (Brides of Last Chance Ranch) by January 8th and you could win a $100 gift card from Amazon or B&N.  Just copy the receipt and send or forward it to the publisher at  That’s it!

More Love and Laughter from N.Y. Times Bestselling Author
Margaret Brownley 

Margaret is giving away a copy of her book, Waiting for Morning. Leave a comment and tell us something special about your Christmas or what Christmas means to you to be entered in the drawing. 
Smile, Pardner—It’s Christmas!

If you’re like me, you’ve probably had your full of Christmas cheer and gift wrappings about now, and are longing for a little bit of that “peace on earth” we keep hearing about.
Still, no matter how hectic our lives might seem at the moment, nothing compares to Christmas in the old west.  Instead of forging their way through crowded malls and reams of wrapping paper, early pioneer women living in canvas homes, soddies and log cabins battled blizzards, bitter cold and driving winds. In 1849, Catherine Haun wrote in her diary that her family’s Christmas present was the rising of the Sacramento River that flooded the whole town.
Those of you planning to travel this holiday season might empathize with the passengers who spent the Christmas of 1870 on the Kansas-Pacific train stuck in snow.  Fortunately, soldiers from a nearby fort provided fresh buffalo meat, which is a whole lot more than you get today if stuck at the airport.
We don’t generally associate fireworks with Christmas, but for some early settlers it was the only way to celebrate. In 1895, a riot broke out and animals stampeded in Austin on Christmas Day when revelers shot off Roman candles. Fortunately, law and order was soon restored, but other parts of Texas weren’t so lucky.  The Fort Worth Gazette reported several incidences of people being shot and stabbed on Christmas Day over the use of Roman candles.  In some places, fireworks were encouraged as this piece in a 1880s newspaper attests: “Firecrackers are in evidence creating the genuine Christmas atmosphere of gunpowder smoke.” 
While most pioneers decorated their Christmas trees with strung popcorn, berries and pictures from Arbuckle’s coffee, McCade, Texas takes the prize for the most unusual ornaments.  On Christmas morning in 1883, three men were found hanging from a tree.  If that wasn’t festive enough, the shootout that followed provided “genuine atmosphere” a-plenty.  
What is Christmas without a feast?  Even the poorest of families managed to splurge a little.  Oysters were considered a luxury and one bride in Montana proudly served them to her guests on Christmas Day, unaware that the oysters had spoiled during transport.
Crime never takes a holiday and that was as true back then as it is now. On Christmas day in 1873, a group of Indians stole five army horses near the Concho River resulting in a shootout.  In 1877 Sam Bass robbed a Fort Worth stagecoach of $11.25, and in 1889 Butch Cassidy pulled his first bank holdup on Christmas Eve at a Telluride, Colorado bank.  
In case you were wondering, Christmas wasn’t all gunfire and fireworks. In 1881, Tombstone in Arizona Territory made news for having a “quiet” holiday.  Not to worry, they made up for it the following year.
Come to think of it, maybe those crowded malls aren’t so bad, after all, even without the “genuine Christmas atmosphere.” 

If Molly Hatfield’s purple attire doesn’t blind you, her dazzling smile will.  She doesn’t just sing to the cattle, she puts on a whole show. If only she wasn’t so stubborn about her brother’s care.  Or so distrustful of a certain handsome doctor...