2019 had been… a year. In so many ways – good, bad, and ugly. At this moment I “could” dwell on those last two (bad & ugly)… but No, not going to do that because today is a blank page, an exciting brand-new decade beginning, a new year begun anew so why drag last year’s garbage into this pristine, clean place, right?
Two weeks ago I “had” a grand new plan for Keeper Bookshelf — and then some of that bad & ugly hit and that tossed me for a loop even though I wasn’t directly involved. I started questioning just about everything I do here on the blog(s), places that are in many ways a safe haven for me, places where I can allow my love of really good stories to take flight. I “could” let events that had nothing to do with me directly try to steal my joy in this place of mine – it would be so very easy to do that… and for about a week I did allow that. But no more. My blog might be small with a not very large audience (now) but that does not mean the uglies get to take it from me. No, not gonna happen.
Hadrian Ames, the Duke of Clayton, needs a bride. He even has the perfect one picked out. That is until he meets the lovely, free-spirited Natalie Fanshawe. She’s the opposite of what a man of his high rank should desire in a wife—an outspoken American who has never even set foot in a London ballroom.
