I’m very pleased to welcome my guest author, Phyllis Campbell.
Here’s a little bit about Phyllis:
Phyllis is an award-winning, multi-published and best-selling author of romance; from the dark and mysterious hero who sends shivers up your spine to the feisty heroines who somehow manage to keep them in line. She’s been published with several small presses since 2006. Reviewers have given her the title of “Queen Of Sexual Tension”.
Married with kids (and three grandchildren), Phyllis has lived in Utah all of her life and enjoys family activities when she’s not writing her next sensual story.
And without further ado, Phyllis is going to share with us the joys of writing–and reading!–anthologies. Plus, as a special treat, she is also sharing an excerpt of her latest release *VBG*.
Phyllis has very kindly extended her Danby Regency Christmas Summons Prize Extravaganza to commenters here on my website as well — all you have to do is leave a comment for Phyllis, and include your email address to be in the draw! (More details at the end of this post.)
Anthologies…a GREAT bargain!
I was never a fan of short stories. I like to get to know my characters, share their struggles, and live their lives as they fall in and out of love and overcome any obstacle thrown their way. But then, I wasn’t thinking like an author, just a reader.
So now let’s jump into the head of an author. Why would you want to write a short story?
Well…because anthologies usually have 3 or more authors, which means more people will read my writing whereas they might not have gotten that opportunity before. There is more than one person promoting the story. AND…the author is making more friends. (grins)
Okay, let’s jump into the head of a reader. Why would a reader want to read an anthology?
Because instead of getting one great story from an author you love, now you’re getting 3 (or more) GREAT stories from GREAT authors for the same price you’d pay for one story! Now you’re reading other writers who you haven’t heard of before—or never gotten the chance to read before now. Reading an anthology lets you fall in love 3 (or more) times!! Yeah, this last one if my favorite.
Now let me tell you about an awesome Christmas anthology titled – “A Summons From His Grace”. This has three short stories, but it gets better. It’s part of a four-part collection. There is also “A Summons From Yorkshire”, and “A Summons from The Castle”, and “A Summons from The Duke”.
The cool thing about this is our characters are all related. The Duke of Danby has summoned his children and grandchildren to Danby Castle for Christmas. Each story is how those grandchildren reached their destination…and fell in love along the way. In all the stories, you’ll read about a character from another book. After all, we’re all one big happy family…or are we? Heehee.
Here the first part of my story “Becoming A Lady” which is in “A Summons From His Grace”.
The Once Proud Goose.
With great curiosity, Calvin Seton stared at the sign creaking above the inn door. He had to hand it to these Americans, the establishment had been christened with an exceptionally creative name. Truly, the most unique he’d encountered since the tavern dubbed The Moldy Eye in Scotland.
Shaking his musing away, Calvin adjusted his hat, grasped his walking stick and limped towards the three wooden steps leading into the inn. He was here for one purpose and one alone. Find the Duke of Danby’s illegitimate granddaughter, Dorothy Paxton, so he could drag her back to England kicking and screaming if necessary.
Just thinking of the job he’d reluctantly accepted had him gritting his teeth in irritation. While the duke paid well, Calvin didn’t think retrieving the man’s long-lost granddaughter constituted much of a position for a gentleman. But Calvin’s father and Danby were friends, and with Calvin’s military career up in flames, the position had been impossible to refuse. The old duke had expertly appealed to Calvin’s ego, arguing that no other man had the necessary skills for the job. As a high-ranking scout officer, Calvin had done reconnaissance on a regular basis for three long years.
Lamplight shone golden and inviting through the window, beckoning Calvin up the steps. The tantalizing scent of roasted meat and ale wafted from the door. Even if his quest for Miss Paxton didn’t end here, he could certainly use a hot meal. He swung the door inward and—
An entire table toppled, sending several pints and plates filled with food rolling across the floor. Calvin jumped back to keep from getting anything splattered on his boots.
A young woman in brown, homespun garb, hurried around one side, squaring off with a man who looked to be in his 50th year. “Mr. Slater, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The girl held her chin at a defiant angle as she kept the toppled table between herself and the man.
“Come now, missy. I offered to pay ye fer it.”
“The services you’re referring to are not offered at my establishment. Kindly leave.”
Shock washed through Calvin. This place was hers? Impossible! She was too young—mayhap early in her twentieth year. He must have not heard correctly.
The handful of patrons scattered about the room, gawking at the display. They seemed less inclined to help the young serving girl. Biding his time, Calvin took a few careful steps forwards, more than prepared to help the wench if these savage Americans didn’t feel the need.
Slater staggered two steps around the corner of the table with the obvious intent to continue pursuit of his petite young prey.
“I’m warning you, Mr. Slater. Jeremy will be back any moment and Mrs. Currey is right up those stairs. Leave now.” The young woman hurried towards a door leading to the back room.
Slater chuckled. “Missy, yer threats don’t scare me.” He reached out to grab her, but she darted away. “Come now, my dear. I bet ye’ve never ‘ad a man like me in yer bed.”
The man with silver streaks through his dark hair drew closer to the young woman by the second, and if Slater didn’t back away, Calvin would interfere. The poor girl would not be able to fight off Slater by herself.
She glared at her attacker, swiping a blonde curl off her forehead, pushing it back toward the bun skewed on her neck. “I can assure you, Mr. Slater, I will never want that kind of man.” She held up a hand, her palm facing him. “I beg you to leave. I see no need for violence.”
“Pity,” Calvin interrupted, grasping Slater’s shoulder, “but I do.”
For more information about Phyllis, please visit her website/blog
Pssst! You should definitely check out Phyllis’s blog because… to celebrate the release of The Regency Christmas Anthologies, the authors are hosting a Danby Regency Christmas Summons Prize Extravaganza, with loads of books, gift cards, and even a Kindle to be won!
I’m so there!