Monday, 31 December 2012

Whacky New Year Resolutions

Yep, it's that time of year again. It's time to put the festivities behind us, throw out the leftovers and embrace the new year with firm resolutions what? To lose weight, to give up alcohol, to quit smoking? Gym memberships soar, diet foods enjoy their five minutes of fame, and know how it is.

I was curious to know what sorts of things people resolve and came across these on line. Do people really want these things?

I will try to figure out why I really need nine e-mail addresses.

I resolve to work with neglected children -- my own.

I will stop sending e-mail, ICQ, Instant Messages and be on the phone at the same time with the same person.

I will spend less than one hour a day on the Internet. This, of course, will be hard to estimate since I'm not a clock watcher.

I will read the manual... just as soon as I can find it.

I will not ring the stewardess button on airplanes just to get her phone number.

I resolve to work with neglected children. (my own).

I will answer my snail mail with the same enthusiasm with which I answer my e-mail.

When I hear a funny joke I will not reply, "LOL... LOL!"

And my personal favourite - I will gain 40lbs because my mum always said I was too skinny. (I wish!).

What have I resolved? I gave up making them years ago because I don't cope well with failure. Even so, I'm quietly resolved to have the courage of my convictions - make of that what you will!

Whatever you resolve for the new year, I hope it works out for you.

All the best for 2013.


Monday, 17 December 2012

Merry Christmas!

Whether this represents the holiday for you

or if this is more your style

or, er, this best represents the present you'd like to receive from Santa

A very merry Christmas and happy and prosperous new year to you all. And many thanks for reading my ramblings over the past year.


Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Compromising the Marquess

Many thanks to all of you who stopped by for the Hot Nights Blog and left comments. Dita ҆karste is the Hot Autumn Night Blog Hop grand prize winner from the blog, Love Is A Many Flavored Thing. The winner of a copy of my novel, Compromising the Marquess, is Susan Frances. Congratulations Susan, your prize is on its way to you.

You could still win a copy of Compromising the Marquess by following my launch blog tour to the following stops. Good luck!

Virtual Book Tour: Compromising the Marquess by Wendy Soliman

Compromising the Marquess

by Wendy Soliman
December 3 – 14
Historical romance author, Wendy Soliman, takes the first installment of her Forsters series from Carina Press, COMPROMISING THE MARQUESS, on a virtual book tour.
Genre: Historical Romance, Regency
Tone: Regency, light-hearted
Heat Level: Hot
Elements/Tags: Regency romance, historical romance, Regency newspapers, Fanny Hill
Publisher: Carina Press
Publishing Date: December 10, 2012
Format: eBook
Words: 83,000

Back Cover Blurb:

Leah Elliott and her sister Bethany remove to the south coast, where Leah makes a living by picking up tidbits of gossip for a scandal sheet about the local family of consequence, the Forsters. She erroneously reports that the marquess, Hal Forster, is about to marry a local lady. To make up for her mistake, Leah offers to act as Hal’s paramour. In return he agrees to educate her in matters of romantic love, acting out scenes from Fanny Hill, a book which they have both read.

Leah discovers that Hal has a young Frenchman hidden on his boat, which makes her suspicious. During a grand ball at Forster Hall, the Frenchman kidnaps Leah, using her to lure Hal into a trap. Using her wits, Leah manages to warn the man she has fallen in love with that he’s in deadly peril. Managing to overcome his foes, Hal concentrates on discovering the truth behind the fire that killed Leah’s father and supposedly destroyed the rare books he so treasured. His efforts lead them both into more danger when they have a deadly confrontation with a scoundrel at an inn in the backstreets of London.

Deeply in love with his feisty scribe, Hal proposes marriage. Leah realizes that true love simply doesn’t recognise the class divide invented by society and joyously accepts him.

In a sentence:

A sparkling Regency in which a marquess finds his destiny in an impecunious siren with a beautiful voice and scorching pen.

Meet Author Wendy Soliman

Wendy Soliman was brought up on the Isle of Wight in Southern England but now divides her time between Andorra and West Florida. She lives with her husband Andre and a rescued dog of indeterminate pedigree named Jake Bentley.

The Isle of Wight is full of historic buildings, which is where she acquired her love of history, absorbing it like osmosis. She is the author of nine single-title Regency romances and is excited about her up-coming series charting the fortunes of the Forster dynasty.

When not writing she enjoys reading other people’s books, walking miles with her dog whilst plotting her next scene, and is on a one-woman mission to save the wine industry from the economic slump. Well, someone’s got to do it!

Contact email:
Facebook: Wendy Soliman – Author
Twitter: @wendyswriter


  • One randomly drawn commenter from each tour stop will win a copy of COMPROMISING THE MARQUESS.

Tour Stops & Dates
Week of December 3

Dec. 3: Love Saves the World
Dec. 4: Cocktails & Books
Dec. 5: Novel Reflections
Dec. 6: Bodice Ripper Novels
Dec. 7: Kimba the Caffeinated Book Reviewer
STOP #2: Dec. 7: Ex Libris
Week of December 10

HRD: Dec. 10: Book Whore Blog
Dec. 11: Reading Romances
STOP #2: Dec. 11: The Book Vixen
STOP: #3: Dec. 11: Seductive Musings
Dec. 12:
Dec. 13: RomFan Reviews
STOP #2: Dec. 13: Love Romance Passion
Dec. 14: Book Lovin’ Mamas

Monday, 26 November 2012

Compromising the Marquess

Welcome to the Hot Autumn Nights Blog Hop. 

Grand Prize!

In addition to the giveaway at each blog, one commenter from the tour will win a $140 gift card to Barnes & Noble or Amazon, winners choice.
So, what's my idea of a hot autumn night? Well, as a Brit now living in warmer climes, I get very nostalgic come autumn. For me it conjures up images of roaring log fires, the curtains closed against the nasty weather, a decent glass of wine close at hand and, naturally, a good book.

If I’m not reading someone else’s, I’m either busy writing one or dreaming up a plot for the next one. Plot ideas come in the strangest guises and at the most unexpected times. Take Compromising the Marquess for instance. It’s the first in a four book series published by Carina Press charting the fortunes of the Forster dynasty. The idea for it came to me when I was watching Prince William’s wedding. That got me thinking about his mother and how the paparazzi had hounded her to her death. That, in turn, got me thinking about the history of newspapers in England.

The Times started out as the Daily Universal Register in 1785. An underwriter at Lloyds incurred huge losses due to a hurricane in Jamaica and sought to recoup them through a typesetting process, producing advertising sheets to promote the venture. This, in time, led to the infamous scandal sheets that abounded in the Regency period, so loved by the ordinary people, and that could make or break reputations.

My heroine Leah supports herself and her sister by writing snippets of society gossip for one such publication. When she and Beth remove to the south coast for the benefit of Beth’s health, Leah’s opportunities are severely curtailed, until she meets the powerful and compelling Hal Forster, Marquess of Denby. She erroneously reports that he’s about to marry a local lady, thereby putting him in a compromising position. Worse, she suspects him of working against British interests. Disguised as a lad, she attends a bare knuckle fight held behind the local tavern, which is where she first meets Hal. He sees through her disguise immediately and this is how he talks to her:-

Hal felt a devilish desire to teach her a lesson. “Come inside, lads, and have some ale. It’s cold as the grave out here.”
“No, it’s all right,” she said. Hal shot the woman—Miss Elliott, was it?—an inquisitive glance. She looked away, apparently realizing that she’d spoken in her own voice. “We need to be getting back.” This time her words were a gravelly slur, partly because she’d pulled a muffler over her mouth, covering half her features with it, but leaving the row of freckles that bedecked her retrouss√© nose delightfully exposed. Hal hadn’t known that he held freckles in such high regard.
“Nonsense.” Hal clapped her on the back. She flinched but gamely stood her ground. “I wouldn’t hear of it.”
“Oh, very well then.”
The dog inserted itself between Hal and the woman as the three of them walked towards the tavern. It alternately growled and wagged, proving itself to be a most inept guardian.
Hal bent to scratch its ears. “What do you call the mutt?”
“Pickle,” said the lad. “He’s a stray.”
“Nice dog.”
“He’s good at catching rats,” the girl said with the hint of a mischievous smile.
Ah, so she knew who he was. “I’ll bear that in mind if I ever find my home infested.”
They entered the tavern. It was packed but Hal managed to secure a small table in the corner and ordered tankards of ale for the three of them. They were plonked on the table by a barmaid whose bosom literally spilled out of her bodice as she leaned over Hal’s shoulder. She roared with laughter, adjusted her clothing and directed a cheeky wink at him. Ale slopped over the table, trickling onto the girl’s lap. Hal had to resist the urge to wipe it away.
Miss Elliott’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she looked round the place. It must have been obvious that there were many gentlemen present, congenially rubbing shoulders with the lower classes, all rank forgotten as they bonded over a sporting event. His brother Robert was leaning against the bar, deep in conversation with a crew member from Hal’s boat.
The few wenches in the place were rushed, quite literally, off their feet as men paid for their favours. Miss Elliott’s gaze was fixed on Sally, a regular at the Boar’s Head, who was all but giving herself to a bosun at the next table. Hal nodded at the bosun—his own bosun, as it happened. He took the hint, stood up and led Sally outside.
“Want a piece of Sally, do you, lad?”
“Er, no, of course not.” The girl shook her head. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Come on now, we’re all men of the world here and I saw you looking.” Hal was hard-pressed to keep his amusement in check. “I can arrange it, if you like, once she’s free. Shouldn’t be long.”
“Er, no thanks.”
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Leon. What’s yours?”
Hmm, clever. Flick had mentioned her name was Leah. “Henry,” he said truthfully. “Haven’t seen you around these parts before. Where do you work?”
“We’re…er, looking for work. This is my brother, Jonny.”
“What sort of work are you after?”
“Anything that pays.”
“Well, I might be able to help you there. Are you willing to go to sea?”
“No,” said Jonny.
“Yes,” said the girl.
Hal leaned back and flashed an amiable smile. “Well, which is it?”
“We have a few possibilities on land,” Miss Elliott said, appearing to recall that she had the welfare of an ailing sister to consider. “Besides, now that I think about it, I get seasick.”
“That’s unfortunate.” Hal lifted his tankard and hid a smile behind it. He was enjoying himself enormously, pitting his wits against the girl. She was quick on the uptake but no match for him. “You haven’t touched your ale, Leon. Something wrong with it?”
She picked up the tankard, took too long a draught and choked on it. Hal reached across and slapped her across her narrow shoulders.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Hal smiled at the chit. “A strong lad like you. Didn’t think you’d hurt so easily.”
“It’s nothing.” She hid her face behind her tankard, much as Hal had done earlier, presumably in the vain hope of disguising a fiery blush.
“We’d better be getting along, mi…I mean, Leon,” Jonny said, draining his tankard and standing up.
“Oh?” Hal raised one brow. “Do you have to be somewhere?”
“Well, er…there might be some work for us tomorrow and so we have to be up early to stand a chance of being taken on.”
Hal stood also, focusing his attention on Miss Elliott, who remained seated. He could vaguely detect the swell of her breasts, even though he suspected that she’d bound them before covering them with several layers of clothing. “Well, if you change your mind about the work at sea, you can always find me here.”
“What sort of work would it be?” she asked, ignoring Jonny when he tugged at her sleeve. Presumably he’d noticed more than one person glancing at her with speculative interest as soon as she stood up and displayed her appealing posterior. Hal should have anticipated that but he’d been having too much fun teasing her and, for once, had relaxed his guard.
“Oh, just general deckhand duties. You wouldn’t mind that so much, would you, Leon? Bunking down with a lot of other lads can be quite jolly.”
Miss Elliott swallowed, her blush deepening. “Well, I—”
“Not shy, are you? We’re all made the same way.” The extent of Hal’s desire to discover exactly how Miss Elliott was put together surprised him. That tempting derriere, those deliciously slender thighs, caused no end of inappropriate thoughts to tumble through his head. He didn’t need the distraction of inquisitive virgins to deflect him from his purpose.

Compromising the Marquess – A sparkling Regency in which a marquess finds his destiny in an impecunious siren with a beautiful voice and a scorching pen.

I' m giving a copy of Compromising the Marquess away. Just leave a comment, and your contact details, telling me what you most enjoy about Regency romances. Good luck!

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Thanks for stopping by.


Monday, 19 November 2012

So True!

Something to make you smile on a Monday morning.

A Woman’s Prayer

Before I lay me down to sleep I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks.
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed, and when I spent won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand, massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other, and relish visits with my mother.

A Man’s Prayer
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with bit tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.


Tuesday, 13 November 2012

The Next Big Thing

Freda Lightfoot, author of The Duchess of Drury Lane, has invited me to take part in a blog event entitled THE NEXT BIG THING  - a series of questions and answers about what’s happening next in my writing life.

What is the title of your book?

It’s the first in a series charting the fortunes of the Forster dynasty and is entitled Compromising the Marquess.

How did you come by the idea?
I was watching Prince William’s marriage and it got me thinking about how his mother had been hounded to her death by the paparazzi. That it turn started me thinking about the origins of tabloid journalism.

What genre does your book fall under?

Regency historical. I love that rich, colourful period in British history.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters if it were a movie?

Oh heavens, famous people would be so disappointed in me because I never remember who they are! Let me see, perhaps a young Gwyneth Paltrow as my heroine, but she’d have to develop red hair! For the hero, how about the blond guy from Downton Abbey? See, I told you I can’t remember names.

What is a one-sentence synopsis of your book?

The pen might be mightier than the sword but it doesn’t stand a chance against affairs of the heart.

Will your book be self-published or traditional?

This is an e-book and will be published by Carina Press on December 10th this year.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

About three months.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I love Stephanie Laurens’ Cystner series and the Forsters are along similar lines. Four siblings, looking for love even if they don’t realize it, and getting into all sorts of scrapes before they find it.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

The characters themselves. Once I dreamed them up, they wouldn’t give me any peace until I put their stories down on paper. The second in the series, Beguiling the Barrister, is being published by Carina in June 2013. As the title implies, this is a courtroom drama centering round the Old Bailey and the form of justice it meted out two hundred years ago.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

My heroine tries to persuade the marquess to further her erotic education. He’s unprepared to take her virginity but they’ve both read the novel Fanny Hill and enact certain scenes from the book. Very steamy stuff! You have been warned.

My thanks to Freda Lightfoot for inviting me to take part in this blog event.
The following author will pick up THE NEXT BIG THING baton next Tuesday, 20 November. 
Claire Robyns Author of sensual historical and flirty contemporary fiction.