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Showing posts with label Gerri Brosseau. Show all posts

25 August 2013

Guest Blog: Gerri Brousseau

This week, we're pleased to welcome author Gerri Brousseau, whose latest novel TO KILL A MONARCH is set during the Napoleonic period. The author will offer a free copy of To Kill A Monarch to a lucky blog visitor; be sure to leave your email address in the comments to enter the drawing. Here's the blurb:

Whispers in dark allies say Napoleon’s best assassin, The Falcon, has been sent to London to kill the Monarch. The problem – The Falcon’s identity is known only to the French Emperor. Sir Walter Tinsdale’s new partner, Philip Hamilton, arrives to discover their mission is to find the elusive bird of prey before he strikes. But their nemesis is like a phantom and always one step ahead of them. Enter the lovely Miss Charlotte Winston, the object of Sir Tinsdale’s affections, as well as those of Philip Hamilton. Unlikely alliances, deception, murder, and suicide will keep you turning the pages until the identity of The Falcon is finally revealed. With all the seduction and action of a James Bond movie, To Kill a Monarch is like 007 in 1811.  


**Q&A with Gerri Brousseau**


What inspired you to write To Kill a Monarch?

You know, I’m not really sure. One day I started to think about the time of Napoleon. I often times ask myself “what if” and that day I wondered what would happen if Napoleon reached into England and attempted to assassinate the Monarch. My mind started spinning the plot and To Kill a Monarch was born.

How long does it take you to write a book?

It usually takes me 4-6 weeks. I use the “fast fiction” method which means I turn off my “inner editor” and just write. Once I reach the end, I then go back to the beginning and start the editing.

Does your latest book cross over to other genres? If so, what are they?

Yes. It is an intrigue romance.

What is the most important thing you do for your career?

Keep writing. You are only as good as your next book.

If you were secluded on a desert island, what would be your three must have books.

Pride and Prejudice, Gone With the Wind, and (not sure it counts as one) the Harry Potter Series.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Spend time with family, especially my 1-year old granddaughter. I also love to read.
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If you would like to read more of this saucy caper story, you can get it in e-book form at Soul Mate Publishing (www.soulmatepublishing.com), Amazon and B&N.

And now for some fun! Let’s have a little give away. Please leave a comment or ask a question and you will qualify to win a free e-book copy of To Kill a Monarch. The winner will be selected at random. Good luck to all. 

Learn more about author Gerri Brousseau

22 August 2013

Excerpt Thursday: To Kill A Monarch by Gerri Brousseau

This week, we're pleased to welcome author Gerri Brousseau, whose latest novel TO KILL A MONARCH is set during the Napoleonic period. Join us on Sunday, when the author will offer a free copy of To Kill A Monarch to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:

Whispers in dark allies say Napoleon’s best assassin, The Falcon, has been sent to London to kill the Monarch. The problem – The Falcon’s identity is known only to the French Emperor. Sir Walter Tinsdale’s new partner, Philip Hamilton, arrives to discover their mission is to find the elusive bird of prey before he strikes. But their nemesis is like a phantom and always one step ahead of them. Enter the lovely Miss Charlotte Winston, the object of Sir Tinsdale’s affections, as well as those of Philip Hamilton. Unlikely alliances, deception, murder, and suicide will keep you turning the pages until the identity of The Falcon is finally revealed. With all the seduction and action of a James Bond movie, To Kill a Monarch is like 007 in 1811.  

**An Excerpt from To Kill A Monarch**

“Our dinner is getting cold, Mister Hamilton,” Charlotte whispered as she leaned against him.

He drew her into his embrace. “To hell with dinner, Charlotte,” he whispered into his kiss. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her upstairs to the bedroom they shared.

He set her feet gently upon the floor, but his lips never left hers. He ran his hand up her back, pressing her to him, molding her body to his, while his fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons that ran up the back of her gown.


            Her delicate and nimble fingers had unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt, and she rested the palm of her warm hand upon his exposed chest. His breath caught in his throat at her touch. She drew her lips from his. “Mister Hamilton, allow me help you out of these damp clothes,” she purred.