Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Rogue's Angels Present: Silk & Scars by Cassandra Dean

Please welcome Cassandra Dean author of Silk and Scars.

Cassandra Dean will be awarding an ebook copy of either Silk & Scandal or Silk & Scorn, a signed Silk & Scars postcard and Silk & Scars magnet (International giveaway) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



Silk & Scars
by Cassandra Dean

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INTERVIEW:

1. What or who inspired you to start writing?
I’ve always been a writer. As soon as I could pick up a pen, I wrote, and I’ve been crafting stories even longer. I don’t think there was any one thing that inspired me, it’s just who I’ve always been.

2. What elements are necessary components for this genre?
Well, two people who fall in love in historical times helps! Seriously, though, that’s all that’s required. Two people meet, think the other is awesome, spend some time together, and fall in love. It sounds pretty basic, but I think it IS pretty basic. Putting your own spin on it is what makes your story unique.

3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?
Two of my favourite tales are Beauty and the Beast and Jane Eyre. So, with those tales in mind, I came up with the idea for SILK & SCARS, about a reclusive duke with an estate in the wilds of Dartmoor and a plain, subdued woman who finds strength and love.

4. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
I really like photography and have eleven cameras. Yeah. It’s a bit of a sickness
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5. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
I would love to write a steampunk/paranormal series and have tentative plans to do so. Watch this space!

6. Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?
Sure thing! Here’s an excerpt:

Crossing her arms over her stomach, Gwen leaned forward, pressing deep. Good heavens, she was nervous, and excited, and nervous. She was going to meet Edward. One moment soon, he was going to open that door, and she would see him. She would see the man she’d corresponded with for over a year, to whom she’d expressed every thought, and who had expressed his to her. It did not matter that he was a duke, so far above her in consequence as to be laughable. He was her friend, and, at last, they would meet.

Foot tapping wildly, she leaned her head back against the wall. This was all so ridiculous. She was ridiculous to have this unbridled excitement rioting through her. Exhaling, she caught the stare of the gargoyle. The gargoyle knew how ridiculous her thoughts. Its stone features laughed at her, and in a fit of pique, she poked her tongue out.

The study door opened. Leaping to her feet, she swayed as the blood rushed from her head.

Lord Beecham appeared in the door way and, his eyes lighting upon her, crooked a finger. “Miss Parkes. Come.”

Heart beating a rapid tattoo, she bent to grip the handle of her carpet bag. Lord Beecham had abandoned the door by the time she had gathered herself enough to approach, the worn wooden handle of the bag pressing deep into her palm.

Passing through the doorway, Gwen stopped, her jaw slack as she looked about the chamber. Lit only by the flame of the massive fireplace dominating one wall and the wan flicker of a lamp seated on the enormous desk, the room was huge, cavernous even, and dark. So dark. The faint light picked up rows upon rows of books while heavy drapes of an unidentifiable fabric covered what she could only presume were windows. The floor was the same stone as the hall, the only carpet appearing before the fire under the clawed feet of a large armchair.

Her gaze returned to the fireplace. A man stood before it, his back to her, right hand held by his left.

Her heart, already racing, started a wild thud against her ribs. That was him. The duke. Edward.
He did not turn, though she willed him to. Willed him to turn so she could utter that most important of phrases, the one she’d longed to say for an age now.

Hello, Edward.


7. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
Once I completed my second published novel, TEACH ME, I started shopping it around. That was an exercise in perseverance, let me tell you! In the meantime, I wrote the short story that became ENSLAVED which was lucky enough to be accepted for publication by Decadent Publishing. The rest is history!
I couldn’t have done it without my critique partner and friend 4 eva, Lucy Clark. Lucy is a multi-published, award-winning author of Mills & Boon novels and has encouraged me every step of the way. Thanks, Lucy!

8. Do you outline your books or just start writing?
I outline a book, start writing, and then chuck the outline out the window! I like to have a plan when I start, but usually it completely changes by the time I’m done.

9. How do you maintain your creativity?
I’m not sure…it’s something I’ve always had! I’m lucky enough to be cursed with too many ideas and not enough time – a good position to be in.

10. Are your plotting bunnies angels or demons?
Sometimes they’re angels, sometimes they’re demons – depends on their mood!




BLURB:

For over a year, Miss Gwendolyn Parkes and the Duke of Sowrith have corresponded. At first an error, the letters quickly became something much more, a friendship forged on like minds and perhaps the hope of something more…

When Gwen is compelled by her employer to attend the duke at his Dartmoor estate, she is devastated to find her beloved friend cold and imperious, even if he is the most handsome man she’s ever seen – despite his scars.

Edward, Duke of Sowrith, has longed to meet Gwen. Arranging her passage to his estate, he is tongue-tied when confronted with her quiet beauty. All too aware of the twisted ruin of his face, he allows fear to hold him silent…until Gwen’s safety is threatened.

Finally together, they grow closer until it seems they can never again be apart – but can a commoner and a duke find a happily ever after?

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EXCERPT:

Crossing her arms over her stomach, Gwen leaned forward, pressing deep. Good heavens, she was nervous, and excited, and nervous. She was going to meet Edward. One moment soon, he was going to open that door and she would see him. She would see the man she’d corresponded with for over a year, to whom she’d expressed every thought, and who had expressed his to her. It did not matter that he was a duke, so far above her in consequence as to be laughable. He was her friend, and at last they would meet.

Foot tapping wildly, she leaned her head back against the wall. This was all so ridiculous. She was ridiculous, to have this unbridled excitement rioting through her. Exhaling, she caught the stare of the gargoyle. The gargoyle knew how ridiculous her thoughts. Its stone features laughed at her, and in a fit of pique, she poked her tongue out.

The study door opened. Leaping to her feet, she swayed as the blood rushed from her head.

Lord Beecham appeared in the door way and, eyes lighting upon her, he crooked a finger. “Miss Parkes. Come.”

Heart beating a rapid tattoo, she bent to grip the handle of her carpet bag. Lord Beecham had abandoned the door by the time she had gathered herself enough to approach, the worn wooden handle of the bag pressing deep into her palm.

Passing through the door, Gwen stopped and, jaw slack, she looked about the chamber. The room was huge, cavernous even, and dark. So dark. Lit only by the flame of the massive fireplace dominating one wall and the wan flicker of a lamp seated on the enormous desk, the light picked up rows upon rows of books while heavy drapes of an unidentifiable fabric covered what she could only presume were windows. The floor was the same stone as the hall, the only carpet appearing before the fire under the clawed feet of a large armchair.

Her gaze returned to the fireplace. A man stood before it, his back to her, right hand held by his left.

Her heart, already racing, started a wild thud against her ribs. That was him. The duke. Edward.

He did not turn, though she willed him to. Willed him to turn, so she could utter that most important of phrases, the one she’d longed to say for an age now.

Hello, Edward.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SLUMBER, is part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales and features Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty. Her next novel, SILK & SCARS, is part of her popular Silk Series, featuring Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever after.

Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next tale.

Visit Cassandra’s website at http://cassandradean.com 
Join Cassandra’s mailing list at http://eepurl.com/kzesP 
Contact Cassandra at cassandra@cassandradean.com

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Cassandra Dean will be awarding an ebook copy of either Silk & Scandal or Silk & Scorn, a signed Silk & Scars postcard and Silk & Scars magnet (International giveaway) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

RAFFLECOPTER CODE:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f1097






3 comments:

  1. Hi peeps
    Thanks for stopping by! And thank you to Rogues Angels for hosting me.
    I'm in Australia, so it might take me a little bit to reply to your comments due to the time difference.
    I hope you enjoy!

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  2. Welcome to the Angel's blog. I hope you have a great tour. Allana Angel

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  3. So glad you could stop by Rogue's Angels' blog! This sounds like an intriguing take on a Beauty and the Beast theme. I wish you much success with your tour!
    --Amber Angel

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