Bronwen Evans shared a post.

16 hours ago

Actually mine came along quite nicely today. I'm busy writing A Lady Never Surrenders and I'm having such fun. It's book one in a potentially long series called Sisterhood of Scandal.

Want a snippet of what I wrote today? (unedited of course)

Just then, the carriage came to a stop. Lord Marlowe descended and helped each of the ladies down.
As Marlowe handed her from the carriage she looked towards the steps of the theatre. Coming towards her was Lord Wolfarth. Wolf in evening attire was a most glorious site to behold. Tiffany willed her knees not to buckle.
“Good evening, Miss Devereux. Are you looking forward to the performance?”
“I am indeed, my lord. I have been reading about the story behind the opera.” He offered her his arm since Marlowe had Claire on one side and Farah on the other.
“How is your French? Do you know enough to follow along?”
“I’m quite proficient, thank you.”
His smile indicated he could well believe it from a bluestocking such as she.
Escorted on the arm of two handsome men, Ashleigh, Claire, and Farah were the envy of all the women as they made their way to the Marlowe box. Tiffany suspected they would have lots of visitors at the break, if not before.
As Wolf handed her into her seat, he bent and placed a swift kiss on her knuckles. “Please excuse me, Miss Deveraux. I see some friends I must greet before the opera starts.”
His silver-grey eyes held her captive. A woman could get lost in them and never want to return. A shiver wracked her frame. The feel of his mouth, even through her glove, inflamed her body.
She stared after Wolf long after he was gone. Finally she felt her breath return to normal. He had headed to the back of the theatre. No doubt to see his latest paramour, Charlotte, the French opera singer she was about to watch. No doubt the French singer was as beautiful as the rumors suggested.
She wondered if any man would ever look at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world. Surely inner beauty and goodness counted for something.
Tiffany shook her head, desperately fighting the emotions Wolf unleashed in her. He awoke in her a hungry longing. A longing to matter. A longing to be wanted. A longing to have someone offer her unconditional love.
She didn’t want all these feelings bombarding her and making her want more than a poor orphan should expect out of life. She was skilled at investing. She would be satisfied with that. She would soon have enough money so that she wasn’t at the mercy of needing anyone. ... See MoreSee Less

Bronwen Evans shared a post.

1 day ago

This is so true. Sometimes taking a chance on something or someone pays off, and sometimes it doesn't but you never know unless you try. ... See MoreSee Less