Lessons in Love on sale now.

It is my great pleasure to announce that ‘Lessons in Love’, the first Cambridge Fellows Mysteries book, is up and available at Linden Bay Romance and All Romance ebooks.

A romantic mystery (or mystery with more than a touch of romance), you can read an excerpt here. To set the scene, Orlando has got rather tipsy at a rowing club lunch, stripped off in Jonty’s rooms, then taken a bath. At present he is both sober and mortified.

After a minute or two, Jonty backed into the room
bearing a tray with the drinks and some shortbread he’d
discovered. Orlando had coaxed the fire into a cheerful
blaze and had then dropped onto the mat before it, looking
rosy and content in the glow. They ate and drank again in
companionable silence, Stewart reflecting all the while that
his aunts had probably been absolutely right to swear by the
civilizing and restorative effects of afternoon tea. Being
before the fire together felt absolutely blissful.
Orlando broke the tranquility. “I feel a bit of an idiot
sitting here in a towel, with you fully dressed, Jonty. Should
be getting dressed myself, I suppose.” Despite what he said,
he didn’t show the slightest inclination to take his own
advice.

“There is another solution, of course,” Jonty ventured.
“For your embarrassment; another way to solve the
problem. Bear with me for just a moment.” He rose and
went into the bathroom, feeling a bit of an idiot as well.
This was either going to be a masterstroke or a complete
disaster. He found himself a large towel and began to
undress.

He hadn’t dared do this in front of Coppersmith, it
would have given the man too much time to become skittish
and object. Anyway, the act of disrobing was never an
elegant one. The top half was fine, very alluring it had been
to watch Orlando stripping off his jacket and waistcoat, but
the bottom half presented all sorts of logistical difficulties.
There was the significant risk of hopping around with one
leg still in your trousers, which presented a very
unappetizing sight, or worse still being left in just your
socks, which was a complete passion killer. Better to
present yourself in the best possible light, he mused,
removing the last item, the offending socks, and draping the
towel around himself. He took a very deep breath and went
back into the main room.

“Now we’re equal.” Jonty took his place next to his
friend in front of the hearth.

Orlando’s jaw had dropped when he saw Stewart
entering the room. Jonty could imagine him struggling to
regain his composure but failing. “Jonty, you absolute oaf!”
Coppersmith started to laugh, which was a rare enough
occurrence at any time and one that always set Stewart off
giggling as well. They didn’t stop until the tears were
streaming down their faces.

“Oh, Orlandoβ€”your face. I’ve not seen you so shocked
since that lady from Girton invited you to step outside with
her and admire the wallflowers.”

Coppersmith blushed at the remembrance. Stewart
knew that he really did hate talking to women and this one
had been rather too persistent. Orlando looked across at his
friend and noticed the small, exquisite gold crucifix around
his neck. “May I?” he reached over and began to finger it
gently.

“This is a lovely piece of workmanship. Do you wear it
often?”

“Always.” Stewart smiled wistfully. “My grandmother
bought it for me when I came up to Bride’s as a student.
I’ve worn it every day that I’ve been at the college, now and
before.”

Coppersmith kept rubbing the delicate gold chain until
his fingers must have grown numb and sought for softer
contact. Letting the necklace go, he tentatively traced the
line of Jonty’s collarbone. “This is a lovely piece of
workmanship, too.”

43 thoughts on “Lessons in Love on sale now.”

  1. Well, in spirit, anyway. Linden Bay appears to be hanging when I try to enter address info.
    (I am pretending that it’s because so many people are buying your book, their servers are overwhelmed.)

  2. Well, in spirit, anyway. Linden Bay appears to be hanging when I try to enter address info.

    (I am pretending that it’s because so many people are buying your book, their servers are overwhelmed.)

  3. Congratulations! Your book, I haz it… and now I’m going to curl up in bed with my iPod and play with the boys πŸ™‚
    BTW, I downloaded the html version, but turned out that it wasn’t an html file but an mht file, so I had to convert it myself in order to read it on my iPod touch. Could you ask Linden Bay to fix it (or is it fixed already?)
    *mwah*

  4. Congratulations! Your book, I haz it… and now I’m going to curl up in bed with my iPod and play with the boys πŸ™‚

    BTW, I downloaded the html version, but turned out that it wasn’t an html file but an mht file, so I had to convert it myself in order to read it on my iPod touch. Could you ask Linden Bay to fix it (or is it fixed already?)

    *mwah*

  5. Have sent you a separate e-mail in re the formatting problem. Sorry about that.
    And thank you so much for downloading it. I have visions of you curling up with Jonty and Orlando – is there room in that there bed?
    *hugs*

  6. Have sent you a separate e-mail in re the formatting problem. Sorry about that.

    And thank you so much for downloading it. I have visions of you curling up with Jonty and Orlando – is there room in that there bed?

    *hugs*

  7. How wonderful! Have successfully bought and downloaded – only problem now is finding enough time to snuggle down and give it the full attention it deserves! Well done you clever thing! Meant to tell you that I downloaded Blitz, very much enjoyed reading it. Mwah!

  8. I haven’t been able to read it all yet – I have to at least attempt to study – but I adore the line about Jonty’s ears and playing in the front row. I really do like this even if I generally lack the patience for mysteries. *g*
    I know somebody else who had something published recently who said it was like having a baby except there’s more screaming during the writing porcess than during labour. And here I was thinking I was the only person who screamed at MS word on a regular basis. πŸ™‚

  9. I haven’t been able to read it all yet – I have to at least attempt to study – but I adore the line about Jonty’s ears and playing in the front row. I really do like this even if I generally lack the patience for mysteries. *g*

    I know somebody else who had something published recently who said it was like having a baby except there’s more screaming during the writing porcess than during labour. And here I was thinking I was the only person who screamed at MS word on a regular basis. πŸ™‚

  10. You are too sweet for words.
    How could I resist a rugby reference or seven? I mean, front row forwards have very distinctive lugholes.
    The comparisons with labour are very apt, but we get perilously close to TMI… *g*

  11. You are too sweet for words.

    How could I resist a rugby reference or seven? I mean, front row forwards have very distinctive lugholes.

    The comparisons with labour are very apt, but we get perilously close to TMI… *g*

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