www.hostdrjack.comReading, writing, researching 19th century authors, attending writing conferences, meeting other authors, collecting books and antiques.
Writers, artists, and other creative souls. And, new friends in general who share similar interests.
Ideally, I would welcome a meeting with any of my favorite 19th century writers: John Keats, Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen, Felicia Hemans, and, of course, Lord Byron.
When I'm writing, I like to listen to soundtracks- Lord of the Rings, The Last of the Mohicans, Braveheart, and The Chronicles of Narnia are the most inspiring.
Coming soon from
The Wild Rose Press
The Earl's Enchantment
“What's a sweet American girl like Caitlin doing in England, working in a castle…bookstore, communicating with a grumpy ghost like me?†In 1806, Adrian Knighton found himself unwillingly transformed into a ghost by an angry ex-lover, who also happened to be a very powerful witch. He's been trapped in Holworth Castle for the past two centuries, observing with horror the evolving fashions, hair styles, and conduct of modern men and women. Then Caitlin walked into the bookshop, and Adrian's world changed.
Caitlin, too, feels an intense connection, and she and Adrian quickly become willing to risk anything to bring their worlds together. Caitlin and Adrian travel through time, battle a dark and dangerous foe, and find themselves well and truly enchanted by each other.
EXCERPT:
Adrian Knighton, Earl of Holworth, hated the twenty first century. Adding to his ire, as a ghost trapped within his own castle, he had limited options regarding his current domain. He glared at the latest inhabitant who’d entered the Holworth Castle…well…Bookshop. Adrian snorted. A bookshop b’God. That the venerable Holworth Castle, which had protected the Dorset countryside for centuries, was now a receptacle for lurid novels and dusty tomes vexed him to no end. Peasants of any kind could simply wander in whenever they wanted, which they did with alarming frequency.
Take this latest peasant, for instance. Back in his day, Adrian thought indignantly, a man dressed in such
dishabille would have been expelled from the Holworth keep on his arse. A torn shirt, filthy shoes, and his hair…Adrian had once seen a book on mammals in North America, and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why an Englishman would want his hair to stick up like a porcupine.
It was simply unbearable and entirely unacceptable…except for her."
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