From the Author:
How TO MARRY A BRITISH LORD came to be...
What on earth is a nice Irish-American girl in Brooklyn doing by writing a novel about the British aristocracy? Why, living a fantasy, of course! In TO MARRY A BRITISH LORD, Constance Lloyd - a governess from the fallen Confederacy - has a chance to shake up commoners, peers and royals alike in 1874 England, and shake up a few deserving men as well. Like my other books, this idea came to me during my perodic odd-ball musings. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was sipping iced-tea, reading the NY Times and wondering if I had remembered to add bleach to the wash cycle. Reading an article about Anglo-American relationships during the last century, the basic premise of this book came into my head, and I grabbed an envelope (the closest piece of paper I could find) and began jotting away. Never did mail that letter to my former room-mate, but I did manage to start the outline for a book! Two hints: you might want to avoid me if I get a frenzied look and start grabbing envelopes. And please r
About the Author:
Writing romance novels has got to be the way to make a living in the world. What other career allows you to send the kids off to school, walk the dog, and vanish into the most fascinating of historical times and places, with the most glorious of men, to escape danger and find everlasting love for the rest of the day? Like most writers, I knew early on that I wanted to be a writer. Well, almost. Actually, writing was the third choice on my short list of career possibilities, right after Fairy Princess and Prima Ballerina. The first two didn't work out. So after college I moved to New York, where I worked for Seventeen Magazine. Not only had I never really been to New York before, but I believe I was the only editorial assistant in the magazine industry who still wore knee socks. Soon I was promoted to Editor of the "Letters to the Editor" department. Yes, there really IS an editor for the letters to the editor column. But it allowed me to write articles, answer the personal problems of teens (boys and zits were the big topics of concern), and rummage through the back files of the magazine. I found Sylvia Plath's original carbon of a short story she submitted while still in high school. There were articles on up-and-coming talents with names like Judy Holiday, Marlon Brando and Elvis. And very occasionally I was employed as a last-minute makeover subject. That was me looking miserable after getting the "Brideshead Revisited" bob.Then I lucked into a fabulous job - as a jacket copy writer at a publishing house called Pocket Books. There I first read Jude Deveraux, Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood in manuscript form, and from those I would compose the blurbs for the book covers. It was heaven. I would read straight through my lunch hour, thus accounting for the chicken salad and iced tea on the returned manuscripts. But as much as I loved reading those marvelous stories, what I really wanted to do was to write one. Just one. Just to see what would happen.Life interfered. I went back into magazines, this time at Self as an editor and writer. I got married, then had my son. I was still on maternity leave, writing general health articles while bouncing a newborn on my knee, that I began to dream once again of writing a romance novel. So that is exactly what I did. And I modestly claim to have written the most horrendous first three chapters of A.N.Y. book, in A.N.Y. genre, at A.N.Y. time in history. Unfortunately,
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