Casting for Dark Victory's book video is finally
complete! As you know, casting Guy Macleod was a snap-I took one look at his
head shot and he was good to go! He embodies what we dream our heroes should at
least look like. It took several months to find the right actor to play Tabby,
however. In this video, I felt she had
the leading (and harder) role. Our first choice had to go to Spain, our second
choice got snooty on us and did not want to do the "love scene"-which is a
kiss. We went through several talent agencies before we found Kelly McRorie.
Anyway, we are
delighted with her and the shoot is this weekend in Ashville, NC.
Good luck, all!
For those of you
who missed the Prize, it is being reissued with a fabulous new cover this
January. It will be on sale at the end of December. As you may or may not know,
the Prize begins the Regency era of the de Warenne Dynasty. It is the story of
Devlin O'Neil, the greatest fighting sea captain of his time-an admiral in the
British Navy. But Devlin, who is wealthy
and powerful, is haunted by the past: as a boy, he watched British soldiers
murder his father during an Irish uprising. Shortly after, he was taken in by
the powerful earl of Adare and raised alongside Ty, Cliff and Rex de Warenne.
But he has been driven by the need for vengeance against the English officer
responsible for his father's murder his entire life.
Virginia has lost
both her parents and is about to lose the family tobacco plantation. She is desperate
to raise funds and sets off for England to approach her uncle, a man she does
not know-the officer responsible for the murder of Devlin's father. And Devlin
knows he has just found the perfect means for his revenge....
The Prize is
vintage historical romance-it is an epic set against the backdrop of the War of
1812, filled with
history, adventure, tragedy and passion. For those of you who
have missed it, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed telling
Devlin's and Virginia's powerful love story!
April 5, 1812
"She doesn't even know how to dance," one of the young ladies snickered.
Her cheeks burning, Virginia Hughes was acutely aware of the
dozen young women standing queued behind her in the ballroom. She had
been singled out by the dance master and was now being given a lecture
on the sissonne ballotté, one of the steps used in the
quadrille. Not only did she not comprehend the step, she didn't care.
She had no interest in dancing, none whatsoever-she only wished to go
home to Sweet Briar.
"But you must never cease with polite conversation, Miss Hughes,
even in the execution of a step. Otherwise you will be severely
misconstrued," the dark, slim master was admonishing."
Virginia really didn't hear him. She closed her eyes and it was as if
she had been swept away to another time and place, one far better than
the formidable walls of the Marmott School for Genteel Young Ladies.
Virginia breathed deeply and was consumed with the heady scent of honey
sickle; it was followed by the far stronger and more potent scent of
the black Virginia earth, turned up now for the spring burning. She
could picture the dark fields, stretching away as far as her eye dared
see, parallel lines of slaves made white by their clothes as they
spread the coals, and closer, the sweeping lawns, rose gardens and
ancients oaks, and elms surrounding the handsome brick house that her
father had built. "She could have been built in England," he'd said
proudly, many times, "a hundred years ago. No one can take a look at
her and know any differently."