I am delighted to announce that my e-book, Far
Beyond Rubies by Rosemary Morris, has been published as a paperback and an e-book.
“When Gervaise first sees Juliana he
recognises her, but not from this lifetime, and knows he will always protect her.”
in 1706 in England during Queen Anne Stuart’s reign, Far Beyond Rubies
begins when William, Baron Kemp, Juliana’s half-brother, claims she and her
young sister, Henrietta, are bastards. Spirited Juliana is determined to prove
the allegation is false, and that she is the rightful heiress to Riverside, a great
his way to deliver a letter to William, Gervaise Seymour sees Juliana for the
first time in the grounds of her family home. The sight of her draws him back
When “her form changed to one he knew intimately—but not in this lifetime,”
Gervaise knows he would do everything in his power to protect her.
Although Juliana and Gervaise are
attracted to each other, they have not been formally introduced and assume they
will never meet again. However, when Juliana flees from home, and is on her way
to London, she
encounters quixotic Gervaise at an inn. Circumstances force Juliana to accept
his kind help. After Juliana’s life becomes irrevocably tangled with his, she
discovers all is not as it seems. Yet, she cannot believe ill of him for,
despite his exotic background, he behaves with scrupulous propriety, while
trying to help her find evidence to prove she and her sister are legitima
J. Pitman’s 5 out of 5* review of Far
Beyond Rubies by Rosemary Morris.
It was great to see that there's a new
Rosemary Morris out. I like her exquisite attention to detail, and she writes
in the reign of Queen Anne, which is something a bit different from the usual
In this new book, which I have to admit I
raced through and will now read again, the heroine Juliana is stunned to
discover that, according to her half-brother William, she and her sister are
bastards. The tale of how Gervaise Seymour helps her, how she helps herself,
her sister and her various strays is quite enchanting. Rosemary uses her
knowledge of India, very pertinent in this period, to bring a spice of
something different to this novel. Her 'tanned hero' is no pallid, painted
Englishman but one who has travelled, married and been widowed on that exotic
continent, thus earning himself the nickname 'Beau Hindu' amongst the
fashionable in London.
This novel is not a light book, as it
contains research into the politics, religion and morality of the reign of
Queen Anne. However the research informs the novel quite naturally and I found
this to be a lovely, sparkling romance. It is somewhat in the style of the late
Georgette Heyer, although I think after four novels Rosemary Morris is developing
a voice of her own.
Suitable for those who like a cracking
good historical romance, set in England, well researched, sensual but no
* * * *
Carolin Walz 5* Review of Far Beyond Rubies
by Rosemary Morris.
Picked up Rosemary Morris' novel recently
with the expectation of a nice escape into romance, and was agreeably surprised
by the wealth of historical detail and engaging characters. The heroine, Juliana,
is suitably persecuted by an evil step-brother and later on by a libertine
suitor, and the hero, Gervaise, is not only handsome, but also mysterious,
coming from a somewhat broken family and having been previously married to a
woman in India. That is one of the things that sets this tale apart from the
usual run of historical romances. The author is obviously quite familiar with
India, and the reader gets all kinds of interesting tidbits about life there,
from certain dishes Gervaise springs on his friends to what he has learned
about the country's belief systems, the latter of which at first causes quite
some conflict between him and the heroine. The resolution is believable and satisfying.
tale, written with humour and drenched in the sights and perfumes of the rural
Dordogne, a must-read for those who like a romance with a ghostly twist. Curl up by the fire and revisit your holiday in France ....
Excerpt One: Melissa arrives at the mill and loves it.
She has a swift look around while Rory prepares a meal for her. (A bolly is
what the locals call a verandah)
white table already held a bowl of salad, a wicker basket of bread and the
opened bottle of wine. He was fast and efficient. No sooner had she taken her
seat than he put a plate of steak before her and offered the salad bowl.
tilted her head back and smiled at him. How good to have a man prepared to cook
for her. “This looks delicious. Does Jonny plan to do a lot of work here?”
up his cutlery and cut into his steak. “The grand plan is for two bedrooms and
a bathroom on the lower level so Jonny can invite friends. The bathroom’s
finished, but the rest is a muddle.”
meant no bedrooms on the lower floor, and only one on this level. An ugly
suspicion bloomed in her mind. Melissa heaped salad onto her plate and replaced
the steel salad servers carefully in the bowl. “Then am I right in thinking
there is only one bedroom here?”
chilly edge to her voice brought his head up.
peacock blue eyes narrowed. “’fraid so. That isn’t going to be a problem, is
at his deception roared through her, and small flash of fear and timidity
followed it. Yes, one bedroom most certainly would be a problem. She wasn't
ready. Not yet. Talk about being taken for granted—the conceited ass expected
her to tumble into bed with him without a second thought. She inhaled sharply.
“It is presumptuous of you to assume I’ll share a bed with you right away.”
stopped eating and stared at her, surprise etched into the lines of his face.
she misjudged him? Maybe she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. He'd be
insulted if that was the case. So she offered a sweet smile and spoke gently.
“Unless I’m wrong and you intend to sleep on the sofa?”
His gaze darted across her face. Presumably he was trying to read her
expression. He didn’t know how to answer her. Melissa lifted her brows
slightly, smiled without opening her mouth and waited.
put down his cutlery and picked up his wine glass. “What do you mean?”
frowned. How could he pretend he did not know what she meant? “We are not
lovers.” She bit off each word. “We may become so, but right now I expect a
room of my own.” Heat rose through her skin, and her hand trembled on the rim
of the table. She whipped it out of sight. Let him make of it what he would.
swallowed too soon, choked and coughed.
flung himself out of his chair, coughing, one fist to his mouth as he strode
across the bolly. As the fit lessened, he thrust one hand against the oak
upright supporting the roof and stood there, head down, breathing hard.
did not stop her admiring the way his shoulders heaved with his breathing, or the
graceful way he stood even when he was in some distress. His attention was not
on her. It was the first time she'd seen him rattled, and his reaction
interested her. When his breathing calmed, he slowly strolled back to the table
and took his seat.
still watered a little, and he blinked rapidly to clear them. “Christ, I feel
as if all sorts of pits are yawning at my feet. Would you believe me if I said
I honestly hadn’t thought about it?”
sipped her wine. She didn't believe him for a moment. “How could you ignore it?
There is only one bed.”
winced, as if her words pained him.
to weaken, Melissa stabbed at her steak. How arrogant was he? Did he think
every woman in the world begged to be bedded?
sounded all around them in the warm green silence.
heart flipped over at the sound. His deep brown voice stirred her senses just
as it had the first time they’d met. She must get a grip, or she’d be lost. Her
pulse ran fast and her chest tightened. This was important. She looked up,
prepared to fight.
intelligence overrode his initial surprise. Now he sat back and sipped his wine
and she remembered he was a successful solicitor, with an important and
well-known law firm.
don’t feel under any pressure. We’ve only just met, and…I don’t want to spoil
things by rushing them. If you want to sleep alone, that’s fine.” He hesitated,
as if he might add some comment, and then thought better of it. “There’s a
large squashy sofa in the living room. I’ll sleep there.”
tension in her shoulders disappeared. She ought to be pleased he’d capitulated,
but something rankled. She’d expected him to try and change her mind, persuade
her. He might have tried. Part of her, inexplicably miffed that he
hadn’t, made her say, “We’ll toss a coin for it. That would be fair.”
raised his wine glass and offered an agreeable smile. “I’ll drink to that.”
she regretted the surge of independence that made her make the offer, and hated
the easy arrogance that allowed him to accept her challenge. He'd probably win,
and she'd be the one on the sofa. She'd been outmaneuvered.
had such charm and knew how to use it. Once, in a rare
mother-daughter-sharing-secrets evening, she’d asked her mother what had led
her to the one-night stand with Lt. Col. John Hazlerigg. Her mother had smiled,
rolling the wine glass against her cheeks as she considered the question.
she’d said at last. “Not money, but a physical presence and an air of command.
Charisma, allied with such certainty your knees—well, mine in this case—wobble
and everyone knows he’s the alpha male in the pack.”
had spent the next week analyzing the concept, but reached no definite
conclusion. Now that she’d met Rory, she understood something of her mother's
explanation. There had been that odd tingling in the back of her knees when
Jonny introduced them, and the way her heart skipped about in her chest when he
spoke in that gorgeous voice.
she’d ever met her father, she might have had some standard to judge by, but
Hazlerigg was married and out of bounds. Mother had refused to inform her lover
that he had fathered a child because he would have felt impelled to marry her.
That would have ruined his career and broken the heart of his then fiancée.
fingers twisted together around her wine glass. She rarely thought about her
illegitimacy now, and had never betrayed her mother's secret. But the old,
churning feelings returned whenever she was reminded of it. Tonight she had an
additional worry. If Rory ever found out, what would he say? His parents would
certainly hate her. Relationships could not survive without honesty, yet she
was constrained by a promise never to speak of her father.
dressing is delicious.” Her voice sounded brittle in her ears.
speaking of her father had been hurtful all through her childhood. When the
other kids boasted of theirs, Melissa had nothing to offer and suffered agonies
trying to hide the fact. Promising herself that the same sort of relationship
would not do for her, she had vowed never to sleep with a man until she knew
him really well. Maybe even until she was married to him. Adrian had been a
enough to make here. Garlic is fresh and olive oil plentiful. What were you
nothing special.” She glanced up, smiled brightly at Rory while she tried to
think of something to cover her lies. “Listening to the birds. They sound so
close and there are so many. It’s not like this back home, is it?”
cleared the plates, and the break gave her time to regain her composure.
Another glass of wine helped calm her, and when Rory produced strawberries for
dessert, she exclaimed in genuine pleasure. When they were eaten, Melissa
stretched out her legs toward the evening sunshine and let him clear the table.
Two glasses of wine, a good meal and she was more at ease with herself.
Excerpt Two. Melissa
volunteers to sleep on the sofa instead of Rory.
looked at her watch. It was well past midnight. The sofa was comfortable, but
the unaccustomed heat kept her awake. Spending summer in a romantic old water
mill in the Dordogne did have disadvantages. When she ran tentative fingers
over her flanks, her skin was slick with moisture.
warm breeze from the open window moved through the room, but brought little
relief. Crickets chirped so vigorously they might have been sitting on the
hearthstone five feet away. A cold drink would be good. She scrambled off the
sofa and tiptoed across the floorboards, hoping she wouldn’t step on any insect
life. With her hands under the kitchen tap, she welcomed the gush of cold
water, gulped some from her cupped palm and ran her damp hands over her face.
her way through the shadows to the door, she released the latch and stepped
was better. Cool air breathed across her skin. Ignoring the quick rustle of
lizards scurrying toward crevices in the old walls, she strolled to the chairs,
pale and cold in the moonlight.
sank into one of them, and flinched at the coldness of the plastic against her
skin. Stars blinked above the massed ranks of dark trees. A breeze that never
reached the valley floor swept across the topmost leaves of the tall trees in
the meadow and produced the soft susurration in the air that was already
familiar to her.
slept in the big bed on the other side of the wall. He did not like their
current sleeping arrangements. The tightening of his mouth, the flexing of his
jaw muscles had shown that, and said very clearly that he’d let her have her
way but he was not the kind of man who gave up easily. Had his pride suffered
when she refused to share his bed? He had certainly been surprised. Would he
try and persuade her, or sulk until she gave in?
had been a good decision not to let Rory sleep on the sofa for then she would
have felt beholden to him. Much better that she owed him neither gratitude nor
thanks at this point.
stroked her thighs. Already the slickness dried from her skin. A wisp of long
grass whisked along the flagstones, breathed across her foot and vanished. Rory
had shown her a shed snakeskin as a warning not to be frightened if she saw the
owner one day. The fragile, almost translucent skin had been trapped between
the stones of the bolly and the old drain not four feet from where she sat.
cold breeze wandered by. Melissa hugged herself against the sudden chill.
Perhaps this was a crazy idea after all. Flickers of movement caught her eye.
For no reason, her heart thudded in her chest. With her teeth pressing on her
lower lip, she stared at the western end of the bolly where one of the four oak
pillars supporting the tiled roof stood out sharp and clear in the moon's glow.
them, the shrubs and rose bushes were gray against the dusty, moonlit ribbon of
the drive. Nothing moved. She heard nothing but the soft sound of the breeze,
yet her heart bounced faster, as if she were in danger. Muscles tense, she sat
poised, ready to run.
shadows made it difficult to see anything. The blackness moved and twitched
close in against the house wall, less than ten feet away. A pale shifting blur
morphed into hands and a face. Melissa’s fingers clung to the chair arms while
she strained to see through the darkness. Hair lifted on the back of her neck and
goose bumps sprang on her arms. She stared at two pale blurs, one above the
other, moving very close together. Sure it must be some young couple seeking
privacy, she opened her mouth to call out. But some instinct held her rigid and
silent. What if they weren't real?
heart beat so loudly that whoever lurked by the wall must surely hear it. She
forced herself to inhale slowly and quietly. Her heartbeat slowed a little. The
air around her was cold. It’s always cold
when—she slammed down on the thought about ghosts before it formed in her
mind. She looked at the space between herself and the door, and the door and
the dark, shifting shape.
could reach the door. She had to.
chair scraped across the flagstones and drowned the slap of her bare feet as
she hurtled into the mill, slammed the door and rattled the bolt home.
from the hips, palms braced against the half glass door, she waited, mouth
open, panting. Through the mottled glass and the wrought iron Perigourdine
goose that guarded it, moonlight lit the grass beyond the bolly. Nothing moved.
Her breathing slowed. She remembered she’d seen a baseball bat by the door and
groped for it without taking her gaze from the door. The smooth wooden shaft
came comfortingly to her hand.
creaked behind her. Melissa whirled on a sharp indrawn breath. The bat cocked
and ready, she watched the door to the hall open. A large, shadowy form ambled
into the living room. “Wha’s the matter? Did you shout?”
somebody out there.”
the bolly.” She flung out an arm and rattled her knuckles on the goose
ducked his head, ran both hands over his face. Straightening his shoulders, he
walked toward the door. “I’d better have a look.”
stepped aside. He stooped, fumbled for the bolt in the gloom and pulled the
door open. Melissa held out the baseball bat. “Take this.”
blinked at the three feet of pale, solid wood and made no move to take it. “I
could kill someone with that.”
it.” She thrust it into his hand. It seemed imperative he have some protection.
There was something nasty out there.
Rory hefted it and stepped across the threshold. “Put the lights on.”
pushed the door curtain aside and ran her palm down the bank of switches. Light
bloomed inside the mill, and floodlights snapped on at each end of the bolly.
Startled birds squawked, complained and clattered about in the trees.
nothing here, Melissa. Come and look.” He sounded wide awake.
aware that she was wearing only a tee shirt, Melissa whipped the door curtain
across her hips and peeped around the doorjamb.
emphasized the broad shoulders tapering down to a lean waist and flat stomach.
Wrinkled, striped boxers hung low on one hip. His hair stuck up about his head,
and the baseball bat dangled from the fingers of one hand. The width of his
chest and the prominent muscles of his arms and thighs were reassuring.
might—” Her breath caught in her throat as all her initial attraction to Rory
rushed back and choked her. She coughed and tried again. “They might have gone
round the back of the mill.”
If you enjoy historical romance and suspense and are looking for a FREE READ, why not consider popping into your local library (anywhere in the world) and ordering one of my Large Print titles? These are some of my novels and novellas selected by Large Print Publishers as being good reads. I'm sure one or several can be found at a library near you!
Flavia's Secret - Large Print Version
Spirited young scribe Flavia hopes for freedom. She and her fellow slaves in Aquae Sulis (modern Bath) have served the Lady Valeria for many years, but their mistress’ death brings a threat to Flavia’s dream: her new master Marcus Brucetus, a charismatic, widowed officer toughened in the forests of Germania. Flavia finds him overwhelmingly attractive but she is aware of the danger. To save her life and those of her ‘family’ she has forged a note from her mistress. If her deception is discovered, all the slaves may die.
For his part torn between attraction and respect, Marcus will not force himself on Flavia. Flavia by now knows of his grief over the deaths of his wife Drusilla and child. But how can she match up to the serene, flame-haired Drusilla?
Two romance novellas in one - A Summer Duet (Large Print Version) A Secret Treasure: When pretty, passionate Eve Burnett meets the dark intriguing Julio Falcone, she is torn. As a man, Julio is powerfully attractive. As a policeman, he is bound to be a Fascist. Her brother, David, is connected to the Greek Partisans who wish to liberate Rhodes. Eve realizes that she may be forced to choose between the man she loves and the safety of her family.
Holiday In Bologna: When Heidi Manelli arrives outside the Italian villa in Bologna, she encounters charismatic Stefano. Is their developing relationship a holiday romance, or something deeper? Is her holiday in Bologna going to change her life forever?
Chasing Rachel - Large Print Version.
One winter night, Rachel Falconer picks up the phone. On the line is her father Paul, convinced that malaria research at his independent institute on Dartmoor, Kestrel House, is being hit by an arsonist. Through the hot summer the attacks escalate. Soon it becomes clear that the target is Rachel herself, but who is stalking Rachel and why? The secret lies buried in Rachel's own past. If the arsonist cannot be stopped, Rachel will die.
Set in Rhodes and on the fictional island of Asteri off the Turkish coast, Night of the Storm involves Melissa, a young photographer, who travels to Greece to investigate the true story of her boyfriend's death and uncovers a wildlife smuggling syndicate trying to peddle a very rare and valuable animal.
(If you like romantic suspense set in the Greek islands, why not also try The English Daughter, set in Corfu?)
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is an outcast, an untouchable. She lives on the fringe of society as the lowest
of the low, a living sacrifice to the gods. The only person she interacts with
is her aged grandmother Nne who nurtures her powerful gift of healing. Until
the day she meets Ebube a strange warrior to their lands. He ignites a yearning within her she's unable to
is drawn to the young maiden with the emerald green eyes who possesses the body
of a goddess and the healing touch of an angel. But he is forbidden from mating
with a human and the consequence is the wrath of the gods.
he is on a mission. If he fails, the gates of hell will be opened and the earth
plunged into darkness. He cannot stay and she cannot go with him.
Help me...Do whatever it takes...Keep the gates of
at him and threatened to pull him into its murky depths. With a jerk, Ebube sat
up on his pallet. The creaking wood and thumping of his heart echoed in his acutely
from the nightmare he couldn’t remember into the air, leaden and oppressive.
His breath heaved as he choked, his throat clogged with the fetid stench of death.
On reflex, he
extended his right arm, grabbing the scabbard he always kept within reach, the
pitch shadow no hindrance for his sharp eyesight. As a leopard-shifter, his
vision was excellent, night and day. He didn't need to look at his hands to see
the extended claws. Sharp tips dug into his palm. He ignored the sting and his
awkward grip on the carved wooden hilt of the single edge sword.
His beast came
to the fore, clawing to take over, an instinctive response to potential
threats. Muscles tensed, Ebube fought the shift. Sweat streaked down his body
in rivulets. He swiped his face with his left palm, stopping the liquid from
dripping into his eyes.
gaze across the large, airy chamber of his sparsely-decorated home, he sought
the source of danger setting off his internal alarm.
Apart from the
raised bamboo sleeping platform covered in padded deer hide and the wooden
trunk that stored his personal belongings, the only other items were his tools
of warfare – his spears, shields, machetes and scabbards. They hung on the
single-rung mantel against the burnt-umber rock wall, gleaming with polish and
sharpness, ready for use. Undisturbed.
A tingle ran up
his spinal column, the way it always did when he sensed something out of place.
Something terribly wrong. He swung his legs around. Cool unglazed stone flooring
met his bare feet. The muscles on his back tensed, primed for action. Slowly,
he stood to his full height and walked through the room.
consisted of two chambers, one for sleeping and the other for entertaining
guests. Though as a guardian, a special warrior of the gods, he could live as
luxuriously as the gods did, they had agreed communally to live as simply as
humans of the era so as not to draw attention to themselves as supernatural
Nothing was out
of place in his rooms, no stray, malevolent being in the vicinity. Yet the tingling
in his bones didn't dissipate. When he found nothing inside, he grabbed the
wooden knob, opened the door and walked onto the corridor linking his residence
to the rest of his family's. Their homes were hewn out of Amauwa rocks, a hill
range in the middle of the rain forest.
He stopped in
front of the last house, the tension on his shoulders increasing. Nothing
lurked inside it, living or inanimate. Yet the memory of the previous occupant
flooded his mind, hitting him low in the abdomen, spreading pain through his
body. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and turned his back to the building
and its unwelcome memories.
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There has always been a mystery in Julia Rochfort's family. Who killed her grandfather Guy, a member of the Italian resistance movement in World War Two? When Julia travels to Florence to compete in a singing competition, she meets Roberto Padovano, already an established opera star, and they discover that they have a lot more in common than simple attraction.
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When Melissa, a wildlife photographer, goes to the unspoilt Greek island of Asteri to investigate the death of her lover Andrew, she discovers a deadly wildlife smuggling conspiracy. Suddenly on the beautiful island romance mingles with fear.
Young widow Val Baker restores musical instruments, but fears her relationship with her Greek-Italian family on Corfu is broken beyond repair.
Returning to the island to work on a rare piano belonging to her Greek friend Alexia, she finds her dreams haunted by memories of Hilary; a young English girl raped and murdered ten years before. Val determines to uncover the truth about the case, and set to rest her own doubts about the involvement of her father, Yiannis, and half-brother, Markos, both policemen who were involved in the original investigation.
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