We'll Meet Again-Coming Soon From Noble Romance

My favorite genre to read is historical romance. Scottish warriors, cowboys, dukes and lords all make my heart flutter but I have a very special affinity for romances set in the World War 2 period. I can't really explain my eagerness to devour anything from this bygone era. Movies, music, documentaries, and set especially within the 30's and 40's, I love them all. As much as I write to movie soundtracks and music in general, I especially love tuning my radio to those lowly AM channels where the oldies live and letting those big band and sultry, sad ballads play as I pen my tales of romance and woe.

If there's something to that whole reincarnation thing, perhaps that explains my fascination with the era.

I love reading about romances set in that time, either strong women fighting both the enemy and fighting for their men and those strong, chivalrous soldiers who had the courage of their convictions and could fight across the battle lines to the death yet fight just as hard to get back to his sweetheart back home where another type of strong woman waited, the ones who stayed behind, longing for their handsome soldiers to return, keeping the home fires burning and surviving the hardships of war at home.

One of my favorite WW2 authors is Anne Bennett who pens fantastic moving tales of these women fighting the good fight at home while their men fight overseas. Another is Paullina Simons who I will go to my grave praising for her Bronze Horseman trilogy. Do yourself a huge favor and read these fantastic authors!

I was frustrated that there aren't MORE of these fantastic stories out there, though thanks to epublishers that is changing and I'm discovering more of them, thank goodness! But one of the best pieces of advice I've ever received was if you want more of a type of story, write it yourself!

And so I did.

We'll Meet Again came about roughly 3 years ago and tells the tale of Cassandra Atherton and Edward James Harrison. An American nurse and wounded British solider who meet in the middle of WW2 while Cassie's fiancee is fighting overseas. A seemingly doomed love develops between them which both try to fight when James and Cassie's fiancee Phillip are trapped together in a Japanese POW camp and an intense bond of friendship forms between the two men.

There is angst. MUCH angst and of course this is me so there is a LOT of passion too.

I'm thrilled now to announce that Noble Romance Publishing has picked WMA for publication and we're now in edits so I hope to have this wonderful story available for you all very soon!

If you follow me on facebook www.facebook.com/nancy777ca or Twitter @nancy777ca I usually share some snippets and #wipfaveline 's from this story but my lovely blog readers deserve a nice long excerpt so that's what you're gonna get!

Enjoy!

She was walking across the grounds towards the stables when she felt a hand circle her arm and pull her into the darkness of one of the open stalls. She almost screamed before she saw who had grabbed her.

James.

She choked on a sob and tried to push past him but James wouldn’t let her. "You refuse to let me explain, so now I have to make you listen. You’ve left me no choice."

"If I recall, your choice was quite clear," Cassie snapped, shoving at his chest.

He cupped the side of her face and gave a little start when he must have noticed it was damp. He looked at her more carefully in the darkness. "Have you been crying?"

"If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not have my life’s purpose be to inflate your ego," she hissed.

"Cassandra, please," he sighed, lowering his head to hers. "I hate knowing I’ve made you cry."

She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. "You don’t need to explain anything. I know why you’re marrying Nicole. My mother explained what I was too furious to see."

"Your mother?" he asked, panicked.

"Yes, apparently we haven’t been quite as inconspicuous as we liked to believe. Oh she won’t say anything so we’ll remain with our nobility in tact. Congratulations."

He leaned against the wooden wall. "Fuckin’ hell. So now she knows about us? What did she tell you?"

"That you’re marrying Nicole because…of this. Us."

He ran a hand across the back of his neck and sighed wearily.

"Well, that’s all the confirmation I need. Goodnight." Cassie tried to move past him but he blocked her way.

"Just, wait. You don’t-"

"Understand? Oh I do understand. And I…" she forced her emotions back down. "I agree. Really. You and I…I’m marrying Phillip so it’s…Yes," Cassie said trying to speak through the wave of sobs that threatened to rise.

James cut her off with a kiss. Quick and hard before she even realized it was happening and then…she melted, sagged against him and returned the kiss with equal fervor even as the tears slipped from her eyes and slipped between their joined mouths. Then he pulled away. "That’s why. That’s why I have to marry her."

Cassie nodded and wiped her cheeks. "Do you think it will be easier?" She honestly wanted his opinion. She told herself it would but she needed to hear him say it.

He ran a finger along her collar bone. "I do. We’ll be committed to other people, living our own lives. Oh we’ll visit and spend holidays together but…I’ll love her and…"

"You will?" Cassie blinked in confusion. "You mean you don’t now?" The thought filled her with traitorous joy.

He stared at her and then burst out with sad laughter. "Oh sweetheart, you really don’t understand, do you?"

"What?" she asked insulted.

"When you told me you loved me. I was determined not to say it back. When I left for the war again, it eventually ate away at me in ways that the first half of my service didn’t. All of us in the service, in the first half, you’re all full of your own fighting spirit and a soldier’s egoism that you’re going to save the world. Then, after Japan, I was filled with thoughts of revenge, to get back out there and kill them all. This last bit…you really saw the toll of war. Not just on your fellow soldier but on innocent people. Those people in the camps, they weren’t soliders, they weren’t fighters. They were innocent people stolen from their homes and herded like cattle into pens where they were gassed, starved and tortured in any manner of ways. When we liberated those people, the ones that survived, all I thought was that amidst all that grey, how I yearned to see your eyes. Your bright blue eyes. To have just your hand on my face and to look up at you and tell you that I loved you too. In my head, to say those words was like a balm on my soul, Cassandra."

Cassie closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her face.

James turned and sat down on an over turned crate. "I almost did it. I almost went to Boston, determined to just grab you and run away with you somewhere in hiding and just live in peace until we were old and grey."

"But then you remembered Phillip," Cassie said softly.

He nodded. "There’s more to our time in prison than what I told you. I wanted to spare you the ugliness of it as much as I could but…"

"Tell me," she pleaded, cradling his face.

He shuddered. "When we managed to escape, that wasn’t the first time we tried. When we were first captured, the other prisoners had an underground tunnel going. We were let in on it and pitched in to help with the digging. Somehow the guards found out an escape was being plotted and wanted to know how and who was orchestrating it. I was out working when I heard that they had grabbed a few of the soldiers in our hut, determined to make them talk. Phillip was one of them."

"Oh God," Cassie moaned.

"I tried to get to him but they grabbed me and locked me in a four by four foot tin cage out in the hot sun. No room to stand up or lie down. For days. They told me they’d leave me there to die if I didn’t give them the names. Dai took particular pleasure in telling me how they were torturing the other men, Phillip included." He took a deep shaky breath before continuing. "There was one guard there who liked to…violate the men." He looked up to see if Cassie understood his meaning.

Cassie clamped a hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rising in her throat. She almost pleaded with James to stop his story but knew he needed to tell her.

"I don’t know," James admitted, replying to her unspoken question. "If he did, Phillip has locked it somewhere deep inside of him neither you or I will ever get to. But we finally found out who had snitched. A son of a bitch from one of the other huts. Phillip and I got assigned to his work rotation and I saw Phillip take his bare hands and wrap them around the man’s neck and choke the life out of him. Then he grabbed one of the larger rocks and smashed the man’s face in. We all saw it happen and blocked the guard’s view so he wouldn’t see until it was too late. Dai found the tunnel, collapsed it, shot a few of the soldiers to teach us a lesson and moved us to another hut," James concluded, his own voice thick with tears.

"Phillip never gave you up. Whatever they did to him, he never exposed the rest of you," Cassie said, her legs weak. He drew her onto his lap.

"Exactly," James said. "So at the end of the war, no matter how weakened my resolve, no matter how much I just wanted to take you into my arms and love you for the rest of my life…I couldn’t do it. But I was terrified that someday I would break. Someday you would look at me and my heart would take control of my head and I would break."

"So, what? Nicole is supposed to be insurance?" Cassie asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"She’s a nice girl," James said. "And I do care for her. If we’re both married the temptation will be gone. Surely you understand that."

"Yes. I do," Cassie admitted, emotionally exhausted. "Billie hates her though."

"Bil- Oh Whilemina?" he asked with a small smile. "She’s young. I love her but she thinks the world revolves around her. We’ve all spoiled her terribly."

"She says Nicole’s a terrible person," Cassie said. "The purpose of this whole nobility thing isn’t to saddle you with a shrew for a wife, James."

James sighed. "Nicole is spoiled, undoubtedly. And I catered to her too much in the past, but things will be different now. As her husband I will have to take a firmer hand with her and she’ll let the goodness in her grow and become more mature."

"I hope you’re right. My mother thinks…we’re making a mistake. She thinks we should be honest and follow our hearts," Cassie said, burying her face in his neck and trembling.

His arms tightened around her. "She would understand if she knew the whole story. This stays between us, Cassandra."

"You don’t need to say that," Cassie assured him. "I’ll never say anything."

"Even to Phillip. If he tells you, fine but he must never know I told you."

"Why did you?"

"I can’t bear to have you furious with me," he admitted, absently running his fingers up and down her arm, raising goose bumps on her skin.

"We should get back. There’ll be wondering where we are," Cassie said even as she burrowed closer in his arms.

"Wait, just…a second more," James said, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head.
Cassie lifted her gaze to him. "Tell me again. Just once more so I can lock the words away."

He gave her a sad smile and slid his fingers into her hair. "Oh I do. I do love you, sweetheart."

James closed his mouth over hers and Cassie gave herself up to the fire that blazed through her blood at the touch of his lips against hers. Hearing him say the words made her want to take his hand and run away. She understood now that’s why he hadn’t said it before. Cassie sighed as his tongue reached to meet hers.

"I knew it! Oh I knew you didn’t really love that stupid cow!" Billie suddenly exclaimed joyfully, making Cassie and James dart apart so quickly Cassie almost fell off his lap.


I'm hoping to make a playlist for this story but for now, I give you Cassie and James's song We'll Meet Again as sung by Vera Lynn.

The End Of Love In The Afternoon

By now you've heard the news that ABC is pulling the plug on iconic soap operas One Life To Live and All My Children. I can't tell you how heartbreaking this is, especially for those of us in the romance writing industry. Soaps are the visual equivalent of what we do. Grand sweeping romances are told via hot actors and beautiful actresses and offer viewers entertainment in the same way our romance novels do.

And like in romance novels, we fall in love with the characters, but unlike romance novels, we get to follow soap characters for decades.

Kristen Alderson played Starr Manning on One Life To Live since abut her toddler years and viewers have literally watched her grow up on screen. Same with Kimberly McCullough who plays Robin on the thus far safe General Hospital.

Who hasn't followed the duchess of Daytime Erica Kane on All My Children through her many many MANY husbands? She was soap's version of a fictional Elizabeth Taylor and who didn't cheer when her portrayer Susan Lucci FINALLY won her emmy after 18 losses?



So faced now with losing beloved characters like these, we romance authors can't help but feel we're losing a bit of our industry too.

Why are we losing our soaps? I don't think anyone can deny that the 80's and 90's were the golden age of soaps. Star crossed lovers were put through every trial imaginable but you knew true love would conquer all in the end and we had TALENTED writers back then who didn't see bringing a couple together as the end of their story. I mean how many adventures did our beloved couples go through and still remained strong? GH's Luke and Laura and the Ice Princess storyline? OLTL's Vicki/Ginny and Clint and that whole crazy awesome time travel story and the awesomeness that was the outrageous Eterna storyline? And let's not forget Tina going over the falls and showing up at Cord and Kate's wedding not so dead after all and with baby in tow?



And the piece de resistance Days' Marlena's possession by the devil!



Yes, outrageous stories all but told brilliantly by writers with balls who weren't afraid to take risks. You can make a reader/viewer believe anything if you write it well. I've always believed this.

What has changed? Is it the writing? OLTL is brilliantly written still and All My Children is still good. And they get the axe? Yet Days Of Our Lives has been on a downward spiral since signing the hack that is Dena Higley (who the grand Erika Slezak had booted off Oltl when Dena was head writer there because she was destroying the show) back in 2008 and yet Days is still on the air, though dead last in the ratings. So is it the studios that are pulling the plug? It sure looks that way if all the fury at Brian Frons (head of ABC I think) is to be understood. He's pulling oltl and amc off the air and replacing them with...what else, reality shows??? So I'm thinking that it's not the writing really but the studio heads who are now running the homes for our beloved shows. They used to be men and women who yes, ultimately wanted a profitable business, but the way to make those profits were through fantastic storytelling. They had a love for entertainment. Now we have men and women more interested in the quickest way to turn air time into money in their pockets with no respect to storytelling or the fans that have kept these shows on the air for generations.

There are petitions springing up everywhere to save OLTL and AMC. I for one REFUSE to watch the shows the replace my beloved soaps with. Will it help? Will the studio heads change their minds and actually listen to the fans?

Stay tuned.

Meet Connor Over At Sensual Secrets!

Today I'm blogging over at Sensual Secrets about Connor, the hot hero in my novel Till Death Do Us Part. Come over and say hi! http://sensualnsecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/guest-blogger-e-jamie.html

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

My novella Redemption with Amira Press is one of my biggest sellers and I have no doubt the appeal is largely due to my hot outlaw cowboy Ben Cready. Lately I've had a few requests to write MORE cowboys. So what is it about a cowboy that makes our senses tingle in all the best ways? Is it their inherent wildness? Of a man taming an otherwise wild land, working the earth, working up a sweat to provide for his woman and his children? Is the appeal that that kind of hard work automatically lends itself to the belief that a man willing to work that hard must be a man of good character?

What about those bad boy cowboys?



Ben Cready is definitely a bad boy but he has a good heart. Deep down he wants to be better and Katie helps him become that better man. He is a cut throat on the outside but to his woman he is gently and passionate. We love that outward roughness, tempered by the love of a good woman. The bad boy cowboy is all charm with a wink and a smile that melts us like butter. We know we shouldn't encourage him but really, he's just too damn irresistable.



Maybe it's the nostalgia factor. The love of tradition. The idea of finding that one good man and creating a life with him and having children and everyone working together on the ranch, a life and love that echoes for generations. Of cultivating a land together that will be passed down from son to son, daughter to daughter. Of legacy.



Or maybe it's just the idea of being taken roughly in the barn.



My novella Redemption is available through Amira Press and wherever ebooks are sold:



http://www.amirapress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=185

On the run from a murderous uncle, Katie Beaumont married outlaw Ben Cready the day before he was supposed to hang. They shared one night of explosive passion and for six months, she'd believed herself a widow. Now Ben is back to claim what's his, and that includes the sweet bride he'd never been able to forget.

Hope you enjoy it and I'd love to know what is the appeal of a cowboy for you and who are some of your favorites either on screen or on the page!

Guest Blog and Give Away!

I'm guest blogging over at the lovely Kharisma Rhayne 's blog, giving away a copy of my betselling novella Baby It's Cold Outside! http://kharismarhayne.blogspot.com/2011/04/guest-blog-e-jamie-giveaway-too.html Comments are on moderation until Kharisma comes back from her move in the next week or so so that's when I'll be picking a winner!

The Bazooka Bubble Gum Jump Rope Song

My 9 year old niece and her friends came up with this gem. (laughs)

My mom, my mom gave me a penny, to go see my friend Jenny, but I don't see no Jenny. I bought myself some bubble gum. Bazooka-zooka bubble gum! Bazooka-zooka bubble gum!

My mom, my mom gave me a nickle, to go buy a pickle, but I don't buy no pickle. I bought myself some bubble gum. Bazooka-zooka bubble gum! Bazooka-zooka bubble gum!

My mom, my mom gave me a dime, to go buy a lime, but I don't buy no lime. I bought myself some bubble gum. Bazooka-zooka bubble gum! Bazooka-zooka bubble gum!

My mom, my mom gave me a quarter to go across the border, but I don't cross no border. I bought myself some bubble gum. Bazooka-zooka bubble gum! Bazooka-zooka bubble gum!

My mom, my mom gave me a looney, to go see George Clooney, but I don't see no Clooney. I bought myself some bubble gum. Bazooka-zooka bubble gum! Bazooka-zooka bubble gum!

I heard this song over two damn weeks ago. Yes. I still have it in my head. Now it's your turn (laughs)

For A Great Cause

The author L.K. Bellow has come up with a great way to help out the Japan Earthquake victims. She has penned a short fantasy tale 'Collective Shivers' and is donating the proceeeds from all sales to the Red Cross. It will be available at all online retailers very soon but right now you can pick it up at Smashwords.

You'll be getting a great story at a great price $0.99 and you'll know your money is going to help people who really need it right now.

The goal is to help raise $10,000 so head on over to http://lbelow.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-release-collective-shivers-charity.html for all the info and let's support this fantastic cause!