The winner of a copy of Caroline's The Deepest Sin, is Diane P Diamond. I have emailed you Diane. Thank you all for visiting and leaving a comment.

Please welcome my fellow Brava author,  Caroline Richards, to my blog.  She's visiting to share a little about her latest release, The Deepest Sin, the third book in her 'Sin' trilogy.

Caroline has received rave reviews for her first two 'Sin' books, The Deadliest Sin and The Darkest Sin, and she's followed up with a fabulous third book, The Deepest Sin.

I love this quote from her website about why she loves writing.
The good thing is that while writing is something that you do alone, you’re never lonely. Heroes and heroines most often carry me away, their strong personalities telling me (sometimes even demanding) that they take that carriage ride down a darkened street or pry open a locked door or dance with a stranger with the glint of danger in his eyes. That’s part of the thrill (and sometimes agony, if truth be told) just trying to keep up and marvel/cringe/cheer at what they’ll do next.

Read the blurb

Just when Lady Meredith Woolcott thinks she is safe, the nightmare returns. A madman who will stop at nothing has her in his sights once more. Protecting Meredith was never part of Sir Richard Archer's assignment. His duty is to pursue her...follow her every move...and let her be the bait that draws a murderous villain out of the shadows and into his grasp. Against his orders and his every instinct, Archer refuses to let Meredith endanger herself - and she refuses to relent, forcing them to partner together to ferret out the threat. But the inferno of passion between them has its own seductive dangers, putting their trust to the test at every deadly turn..

Thanks for having me, Bronwen

The power of three – The Sin Trilogy

When I first thought of writing three historical romance novels about the Woolcott women, I wondered what I was letting myself in for.  You have to love your characters to complete a 90,000 word plus manuscript.  You have to be crazy about them, obsessed even, to keep it going for three manuscripts.  

Alright then, I was obsessed – with  Julia, Rowena and their aunt Meredith  whose intertwined stories fighting a madman brings them each a passionate romance with a compelling hero that, says the Romantic Times, “heats up the pages, even as the plot twists and turns.”   The Deepest Sin, the last book in the series, was published early January, following The Darkest Sin and The Deadliest Sin, although they don’t have to be read in any special order.  I hope my readers become obsessed with the characters as I have and so just to give you a taste of the experience, I will include here one of my favorite scenes from The Deepest Sin.  Please let me know what you think!

Above their heads, the moon had risen to its full height in the sky.  The silence of the ancient land surrounding them was all-encompassing save for Archer’s deep breath as he raised his head from hers and moved back a fraction.  Her eyes opened fully, her arms trailing reluctantly across his shoulders, down the hard wall of his chest.  It was her turn to take a breath, pulling herself back under control.

“You’re in shock,” he murmured into her hair.

“I am not,” she returned, aware that he was staring at her when all she wanted was for him to touch her again.  She longed to turn and curl into him, bask in the warmth of his body, of desire and of forgetfulness.  Her face flushed, testament to her mortification.  Not morality.  She was beyond the simple bourgeois calculations of society, her past dictating that she balance precariously on the margins of life.  But the fact that she had welcomed him and had thrown herself into the moment only reminded her that she was running away once more from the past.

But she was finished with running.  Only an hour ago before she’d been secure in the knowledge that she would never hide again.  She had aimed at a man who would do her harm and released the hammer of her pistol to take his life.  Taking control because anything else was unthinkable.  For the past few months, she had felt alive for the first time in years.  Rowena and Julia had come back to her.  They were safe and she would never let anyone rob her of that security again.

His warm breath fanned her cheek.  “Rest,” he said, and she wondered whether he was rejecting her, regretting their embrace.  He smiled, confident and sure, as though he found himself in similar situations often.  She wondered what he’d wanted and why he’d kissed her.  But she wasn’t about to ask him, not just now.

Men like Archer did not find women like Meredith Woolcott to their taste.  She was too clever.  Too challenging.  Too old.  Another reason not to trust him.  With an inaudible sigh, she forced herself to look away from those penetrating eyes, the sensual mouth that promised pleasure.  A sudden constriction in her chest reminded her of her folly.  Romance and intrigue did not fall within her purview.  She was six and thirty, for pity’s sake, ready to welcome Rowena and Julia’s children, content with her studies and whatever travels her near found freedom allowed.

Sir Richard Archer was anomalous, as out of place in her life as a shooting star in a cloud-filled night.  She closed her eyes, shifting away from him.  

She stroked the raised ridges of skin beneath the linen sleeves of her jacket, the scars everlasting reminders seared onto the inside of her wrists.  Although she knew the tissue was dead, the pleated skin burned and throbbed when she least expected.  The image of Montagu Faron rose stubbornly in her mind.  He was dead, but she could still remember the intimacy in his voice.  She recalled looking at him with young love in her eyes, at the tall and handsome youth with the coal-black hair, his cloak slung over his arm, a loose white shirt open at the throat.  It was the image that remained with her, now an image from her dreams, dark and brooding like the heroes in the novels she’d loved to read as a girl.

He had been her soul mate, their love forged by the hours spent together in his father’s chateau outside Paris, scouring ancient texts in the library, exchanging heated words in heated debates.  She had always felt an inexplicable premonition of a shared fate.
Meredith opened her eyes to the desert sky, the pain in her heart unbearable.  Faron’s men had come for her today.  Looking into the dark, she wondered how her life had taken such a perverse turn and why the only man she had ever loved was now the man she would hate to her grave.

Gosh - doesn't the excerpt make you want to read more...

Visit Caroline's website for more details on her all her books.

One lucky person who leaves a comment, will win a copy of The Deepest Sin. Simply tell Caroline how old her heroine, Meredith Woolcott is. Hint - the answer is on this blog.

Thanks for popping by.