families maintain a veneer of civility…until the heir to the staggering
Redmond fortune disappears, reviving rumors of an ancient curse: a Redmond and
an Eversea are destined to fall disastrously in love once per generation.
suddenly accepts a viscount’s proposal. Now London waits with bated breath for
the wedding of a decade…and wagers on the return of an heir.
driven, dangerous, infinitely devastating man—decides it’s time for a
reckoning. As the day of her wedding races toward them, Lyon and Olivia will
decide whether their love is a curse destined to tear their families part…or
the stuff of which legends are made.
She didn’t hear him.
She was transfixed in horror by the first words on the page.
The Legend of Lyon Redmond
Her breath left her in one painful gust, surely as though a broom handle had been driven into her ribs.
But the worst was yet to come.
Oh, if you thought you’d never see
A bride called Olivia Eversea
Well come along with me, lads, come along with me!
Her pretty self was on the shelf
And at last a-wed she’ll be.
Oh, everyone thought
It was all for naught
And she’d dry up and blow away.
But will Redmond return
And make her burn
For the love of yesterday?
Sensation abandoned her limbs.
Where oh where did Redmond go?
Why oh why did he flee?
Is he riding the Nile on a crocodile?
Or did he take to the wide open sea?
Did a cannibal eat ’im?
Is he living in Eden
With Adam and Eve and the Snake?
Did Miss Eversea scare ’im
Into the arms of a harem
Where he lolls about like a sheik?
Shock reverberated through her as though she’d been driven into the ground with a mallet.
And all the while the little chorus behind her sang on.
Someone back there, she thought irrationally, had a lovely baritone.
set out to be a rock star when she grew up, and she has the guitars and the
questionable wardrobe stuffed in the back of her closet t prove it. When
playing to indifferent crowds at midnight in dank clubs lost its, ahem, charm,
she realized she could incorporate all of the best things about being in a
band—namely, drama, passion and men with unruly hair—into novels, while at the
same time indulging her love of history and research. So she made the move from
guitar to keyboard (the computer variety) and embarked on a considerably more
civilized, if not much more peaceful, career as a novelist.
lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with a fat orange cat. (Little known fact:
they issue you a cat the minute you become a romance novelist.)