Friday, May 3, 2024

The Ravenswood Chronicles Will No Longer be Available Soon #Historical #Paranormal @KarynGerrard @ERomNews

 



Published in 2016 and 2017, this Frankenstein Sci-Fi, paranormal, historical romance mash-up 2 book series sold few copies. A senior editor at Kensington Publishing/Lyrical Press really liked it, so I was offered more contracts. 

However, enough time has elapsed, and I have no plans to pursue further contracts with the publishing company, so why keep my books there? I already got back the rights to The Hornsby Brothers and republished them myself. So, I have formally asked for the rights back to these two books. Will I republish? Not at this time. It will be 60 days or so until they are taken down.

That leaves one series (three books) with Kensington: The Men of Wollstonecraft Hall. When convenient, I will also ask for those rights back. I will republish this series.

Regarding other writing, I signed contracts with another publisher (!) and am writing those books. Look for The Duke's Bastards (a three-book series) in 2025.

Honestly, I see a light at the end of the tunnel. I have been doing this since 2011 and have enjoyed the writing (not so much the other aspects of publishing). I can only see myself doing this a little while longer, or if I do it for a while yet, it will be sporadic and at my leisure. But who knows?

If so inclined, find Beloved Monster and Beloved Beast HERE at Amazon.


Cheers!



Saturday, February 24, 2024

NEW SERIES COMING IN 2025! The Duke's Bastards by Karyn Gerrard #HistoricalRomance #DragonbladePublishing

 




I have been happily self-publishing for nearly five years, writing at my own pace. I hate deadlines. So, when I was approached by the owner of Dragonblade Publishing, a boutique publisher (and I am sure many other historical romance authors were as well, judging by the announcements), I asked many questions and gave it a lot of thought. My last foray into traditional (trad) publishing was somewhat disappointing. Some (not all!) of my experiences with digital publishers weren't all that great, either.

I am in my early sixties now, and I'm wondering how much longer I'll be doing this writing thing. So why not have one last kick at the can? My teacher husband is retired, and I like writing at my leisure. Regardless, I signed on the dotted line. Having contracts and deadlines again makes me 😬, but I'll give it a go. I just turned in book 1 and am already well into book 2.

Here is the announcement at Publisher's Marketplace.



 The Duke's Bastards is a spinoff of The Rakes of St. Regent's Park series. If you read Book 5, The Not So Perfect Duke, I springboard from that subplot about the late Duke's illegitimate children. The hero in Book 1 appeared in Books 5 and 6 of The Rakes. The hero of Book 3? He was the small boy who appeared in The Vicar's Frozen Heart. (The Hornsby Brothers #2)

Will I regret this decision? Time will tell. I hope to rework The Men of Wollstonecraft Hall series someday, but with these contracts, that is farther down the road.

So, when will these books be released?

Book 1: The Detective and the Baroness   January 3, 2025 *

Book 2:  The Chef and the Countess          April 4, 2025

Book 3: The Doctor and the Duchess         July 8, 2025

*release dates are subject to change



Off to write! Cheers!

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

NOW IN PRINT! The Viscount of Shadows (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #6) by Karyn Gerrard @KarynGerrard #Historical

                                                          



                                                          The Viscount of Shadows 

(The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #6)

KG Publishing 

Release date: Nov 14, 2023

Cover by EDH Professionals



BLURB

Oliver Wollstonecraft, Viscount Tensbridge, and recent member of The Rakes of St. Regent’s Park, has a secret: he leads a double life. He sits on a progressive parliamentary committee by day, crafting laws to benefit the less fortunate. But by night, Oliver tests those values, acting as The Sentinel, a masked protector of the underprivileged. Nothing shakes his stoic resolve until he comes to the aid of a bold and fiery woman who turns out to be a lady detective. She awakens emotions Oliver believed were well hidden.

 

Claudia Ellingford has secrets of her own. The illegitimate daughter of a villainous duke, she spent the past ten years surviving on the streets. Recently hired by The Galway Investigative Agency, Claudia relishes her exciting new occupation. But nothing prepared her for seeing a masked man lurking in the shadows and patrolling the alleys of a notorious section of London. What is more shocking is that the stuffy viscount who hired her is the vigilante that stirred her dormant desire.

 

Claudia and Oliver become swept up into a perilous situation, with a vicious criminal determined to discover The Sentinel’s true identity. But what is also in danger is their hearts, facing their doubts, and finding a path to lasting happiness.


~~~~~~~~~~~




Vigilante Viscount! Lady Detective!



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EXCERPT:


Claudia scanned the crowd and located Nottingham. By all accounts, he was good-looking if your preference ran toward smug, middle-aged elites. The baronet already had a pint of bitter in one hand and a plump woman in the other. He buried his face in the woman’s generous bosom, his mouth latching on to the barely-revealed nipple peeking out of her low-cut blouse. The woman laughed naughtily, whispering in his ear. Someone grabbed Claudia’s shoulder and spun her about, pulling the shawl from around her head. The garment fluttered to the ground. Three men stood before her; their gazes were lascivious and threatening. She had expected this, as a woman alone was unsafe in this area.

“Here, sod off and all!” she yelled, using her Irish accent. “I belong to Grindhouse Pete, eh? So, you’d best shove off and leave me be, you bleedin’ muckshites!” Claudia had no idea if Grindhouse Pete was still in control of this part of the rookery, but the men’s hesitation meant the name still carried some weight.

“Pete won’t mind if we have a taste,” one man rumbled. “I’ve never had me a redhead afore. Wonder if she’s red—down there?” The other men chuckled salaciously.

“A taste?” She slowly raised the hem of her frayed plaid dress, giving the men a flash of leg. Claudia stealthily reached for her knife. “A taste of what, ducks?”

With the men now distracted, she grabbed the knife from her rawhide holder and swung around in an arc, making contact. 

One of the men screamed, his hand covered his cheek. Blood oozed between his fingers. “The bitch cut me!”

Before Claudia could react or reply, someone dropped down from above. In a flash of dark leather, the tall man—she assumed it was a man considering the width of the shoulders and the muscular build—battered one of her attackers with what appeared to be a truncheon. 

He then spun to face the other men, pulling a large dagger from his coat. “This is my territory,” the muffled voice dangerously hissed as he held the blade to one of the men’s throats. “Leave now if you want to live.”

The men needed no further inducement. They grabbed the beaten man, brought him to his feet, and hurried out of the alley. The tall man turned to face her as he tucked the knife away. 

His territory? 

Be damned if she would wait for this leather-clad rookery boss to lay his hands on her. Claudia lifted her leg and kicked him right in the bollocks. Or at least she hoped so, as ascertaining the target remained challenging in the dark. She must have made at least partial contact as the man descended on one knee, his breath expelling in wheezing gasps.

“I was trying to help you,” he bit out.

“I don’t need any assistance,” she replied, speaking in her own voice. “I had the matter under control. Who are you?”

The man grunted as he stood. “The Sentinel, at your service.”

What? 

“You’re a vigilante? Really? Why?” Vigilantes were not unheard of in the seedier sections of London, and many people considered them a necessity, considering there were segments of the city that coppers refused to police. Someone had to protect the poor. But Claudia thought those urban tales came from a London of long ago. How interesting.

“And who are you?” he asked, disregarding her questions. 

She took a step closer to get a better look. The man was encased in leather from head to toe, from the long coat, waistcoat, shirt, trousers, boots, and scarf around his head. Claudia could not tell if the mask hiding his facial features was leather. Perhaps not. He slipped his truncheon into his belt, the dagger under his coat, then pulled his floppy hat lower over his brow to conceal his eyes. 

Claudia reached into her cleavage and handed a card to him. “I am with The Galway Investigative Agency. Sorry about the kick. I thought you were a rookery boss.”

“I’ll live,” he mumbled. Claudia surmised that he took the card and slipped it in his coat pocket, for it was too dark to read the thing anyway. “Then go about your investigating and be gone. It is not safe hereabouts. And you shouldn’t carry anything that can identify you.”

“I am aware it is not safe,” she bellowed. Although Leather Man had a point about the card, she would never admit it aloud. Althea and Eleanora had mentioned it might be best not to carry identification. Claudia should have surmised they meant the business cards as well. Live and learn.

He stepped toward her, but Claudia held her ground. He clasped her arm and brought her in close enough that she caught a brief and faint whiff of bergamot and lime. She always had an excellent sense of smell. The odor was an expensive men’s cologne, meaning this man was not working class. Though the mask muffled his voice, he did not have the cadence of the lower stations of society. 

She raised her chin defiantly, catching his gaze—and a brief glimpse of light-colored eyes, though she could not quite make out the shade. Blue, gray, or green? It was hard to tell. The Sentinel pulled her into the shadows, causing her to gasp and grab his arm. Solid muscle flexed under her grasp.

“A further word of advice,” the deep, muted voice intoned. “Before kicking men in the bollocks, ascertain if they are friend or foe.” He nuzzled her neck, causing a frisson of awareness to pass through her. And a jolt of excitement.

He released her arm and stepped farther back into the darkness.

“I will do as I like!” she called out.

 But she was talking to damp, foggy air. The Sentinel had disappeared. 


E-book LINKS: 







Karyn Gerrard is a multi-published author from the East Coast of Canada. She loves to write sensual historical and contemporary romances. Tortured heroes are an absolute must.

 Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keep her moving forward.
To learn more about Karyn and her books, visit  www.karyngerrard.com.





“Looking for a swoon-worthy read? You can’t go wrong with the lovely and emotional romances from Karyn Gerrard.” ~Vanessa Kelly, USA Today Bestselling author 

"Karyn Gerrard writes very enjoyable, richly textured historical romances." ~Kate Pearce, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author



Tuesday, November 14, 2023

NEW RELEASE! The Viscount of Shadows (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #6) by Karyn Gerrard @KarynGerrard @ERomNews #Historical




                                                          The Viscount of Shadows 

(The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #6)

KG Publishing 

Release date: Nov 14, 2023

Cover by EDH Professionals



BLURB

Oliver Wollstonecraft, Viscount Tensbridge, and recent member of The Rakes of St. Regent’s Park, has a secret: he leads a double life. He sits on a progressive parliamentary committee by day, crafting laws to benefit the less fortunate. But by night, Oliver tests those values, acting as The Sentinel, a masked protector of the underprivileged. Nothing shakes his stoic resolve until he comes to the aid of a bold and fiery woman who turns out to be a lady detective. She awakens emotions Oliver believed were well hidden.

 

Claudia Ellingford has secrets of her own. The illegitimate daughter of a villainous duke, she spent the past ten years surviving on the streets. Recently hired by The Galway Investigative Agency, Claudia relishes her exciting new occupation. But nothing prepared her for seeing a masked man lurking in the shadows and patrolling the alleys of a notorious section of London. What is more shocking is that the stuffy viscount who hired her is the vigilante that stirred her dormant desire.

 

Claudia and Oliver become swept up into a perilous situation, with a vicious criminal determined to discover The Sentinel’s true identity. But what is also in danger is their hearts, facing their doubts, and finding a path to lasting happiness.


~~~~~~~~~~~




Vigilante Viscount! Lady Detective!


EXCERPT:


Claudia scanned the crowd and located Nottingham. By all accounts, he was good-looking if your preference ran toward smug, middle-aged elites. The baronet already had a pint of bitter in one hand and a plump woman in the other. He buried his face in the woman’s generous bosom, his mouth latching on to the barely-revealed nipple peeking out of her low-cut blouse. The woman laughed naughtily, whispering in his ear. Someone grabbed Claudia’s shoulder and spun her about, pulling the shawl from around her head. The garment fluttered to the ground. Three men stood before her; their gazes were lascivious and threatening. She had expected this, as a woman alone was unsafe in this area.

“Here, sod off and all!” she yelled, using her Irish accent. “I belong to Grindhouse Pete, eh? So, you’d best shove off and leave me be, you bleedin’ muckshites!” Claudia had no idea if Grindhouse Pete was still in control of this part of the rookery, but the men’s hesitation meant the name still carried some weight.

“Pete won’t mind if we have a taste,” one man rumbled. “I’ve never had me a redhead afore. Wonder if she’s red—down there?” The other men chuckled salaciously.

“A taste?” She slowly raised the hem of her frayed plaid dress, giving the men a flash of leg. Claudia stealthily reached for her knife. “A taste of what, ducks?”

With the men now distracted, she grabbed the knife from her rawhide holder and swung around in an arc, making contact. 

One of the men screamed, his hand covered his cheek. Blood oozed between his fingers. “The bitch cut me!”

Before Claudia could react or reply, someone dropped down from above. In a flash of dark leather, the tall man—she assumed it was a man considering the width of the shoulders and the muscular build—battered one of her attackers with what appeared to be a truncheon. 

He then spun to face the other men, pulling a large dagger from his coat. “This is my territory,” the muffled voice dangerously hissed as he held the blade to one of the men’s throats. “Leave now if you want to live.”

The men needed no further inducement. They grabbed the beaten man, brought him to his feet, and hurried out of the alley. The tall man turned to face her as he tucked the knife away. 

His territory? 

Be damned if she would wait for this leather-clad rookery boss to lay his hands on her. Claudia lifted her leg and kicked him right in the bollocks. Or at least she hoped so, as ascertaining the target remained challenging in the dark. She must have made at least partial contact as the man descended on one knee, his breath expelling in wheezing gasps.

“I was trying to help you,” he bit out.

“I don’t need any assistance,” she replied, speaking in her own voice. “I had the matter under control. Who are you?”

The man grunted as he stood. “The Sentinel, at your service.”

What? 

“You’re a vigilante? Really? Why?” Vigilantes were not unheard of in the seedier sections of London, and many people considered them a necessity, considering there were segments of the city that coppers refused to police. Someone had to protect the poor. But Claudia thought those urban tales came from a London of long ago. How interesting.

“And who are you?” he asked, disregarding her questions. 

She took a step closer to get a better look. The man was encased in leather from head to toe, from the long coat, waistcoat, shirt, trousers, boots, and scarf around his head. Claudia could not tell if the mask hiding his facial features was leather. Perhaps not. He slipped his truncheon into his belt, the dagger under his coat, then pulled his floppy hat lower over his brow to conceal his eyes. 

Claudia reached into her cleavage and handed a card to him. “I am with The Galway Investigative Agency. Sorry about the kick. I thought you were a rookery boss.”

“I’ll live,” he mumbled. Claudia surmised that he took the card and slipped it in his coat pocket, for it was too dark to read the thing anyway. “Then go about your investigating and be gone. It is not safe hereabouts. And you shouldn’t carry anything that can identify you.”

“I am aware it is not safe,” she bellowed. Although Leather Man had a point about the card, she would never admit it aloud. Althea and Eleanora had mentioned it might be best not to carry identification. Claudia should have surmised they meant the business cards as well. Live and learn.

He stepped toward her, but Claudia held her ground. He clasped her arm and brought her in close enough that she caught a brief and faint whiff of bergamot and lime. She always had an excellent sense of smell. The odor was an expensive men’s cologne, meaning this man was not working class. Though the mask muffled his voice, he did not have the cadence of the lower stations of society. 

She raised her chin defiantly, catching his gaze—and a brief glimpse of light-colored eyes, though she could not quite make out the shade. Blue, gray, or green? It was hard to tell. The Sentinel pulled her into the shadows, causing her to gasp and grab his arm. Solid muscle flexed under her grasp.

“A further word of advice,” the deep, muted voice intoned. “Before kicking men in the bollocks, ascertain if they are friend or foe.” He nuzzled her neck, causing a frisson of awareness to pass through her. And a jolt of excitement.

He released her arm and stepped farther back into the darkness.

“I will do as I like!” she called out.

 But she was talking to damp, foggy air. The Sentinel had disappeared. 


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THE RAKES OF ST. REGENT'S PARK SERIES


In a private meeting place, in an old bank office behind Colosseum Terrace on Albany Street, a group of gentlemen attended a gathering. It had nothing to do whatsoever with financing, investments, or stocks—unless you counted moral bankruptcy. The central rules of this club: no serious attachments to anyone, and the pursuit of one’s own pleasures, especially of the carnal variety, were to be of the utmost importance.

But weariness and boredom were setting in. Along with something more worrying: loneliness. A disquiet of the soul. These bad boy peers of Victorian London were damaged, hiding their inner torture beneath a thin veneer of devil-may-care dissoluteness.

It takes an exceptional group of women to capture the hearts of such men. To see past the outer shell. The ladies are determined to live and love in their own way, with no relinquishment of their independence and no compromises. How satisfying to find that deep down, these progressive men are in total agreement.

 

Blurb for PROTECTING THE DUKE (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #1)


The fact that women couldn’t join the London Metropolitan Police was an injustice to Eleanora Galway. She found her way around such an obstacle: by forming a detective agency. When a note arrives from a duke concerning a mysterious and gruesome delivery, Eleanora agrees to investigate.


Despite the pursuit of pleasures by The Rakes of St. Regent’s Park, weariness and boredom were setting in. Along with stark loneliness. No one felt this more than Christian Bamford, Duke of Allenby. Once the Galway Agency arrives, Christian is fascinated by Eleanora and her razor-sharp deductive mind and bold confidence. She attracts him as no other woman has done before.


When Christian proposes assisting her with her inquiries, Eleanora initially balks. But the temptation of being in the darkly handsome duke’s company is hard to resist. Swept up into an adventure and a passion neither had counted on, the blending of unlikely lives, occupations, and societal standing seems insurmountable. But for the independent Eleanora and the progressive-minded Christian, nothing is impossible. Not even love.




Blurb for THE DUKE OF PAIN (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #4)

The oldest and only remaining original member of The Rakes of St. Regent’s Park, Gideon Broyles, the Duke of Watford, has grown weary of his debauched escapades. Due to his wretched past, he often refers to himself as the Duke of Pain. He selfishly breezed through life with no thought for anything or anyone. All that changed when Gideon met Olivia Durham at an exclusive club. The passionate encounter has him reeling, as he never experienced these powerful emotions before.

Olivia also has a dark past. Hiding behind a fictitious persona, she provides a particular service to her clients. One that doesn’t involve physical intimacy, for Olivia cannot stand to be touched. In all her years at the club, no man has sparked her interest—until Gideon. Despite trying to ignore the intense feelings swirling between them, Olivia finds the darkly handsome duke hard to resist. When secrets from her past come to light, the complications become insurmountable.

 There are multiple obstacles to overcome, including shared doubts about their capacity to feel—anything. For two emotionally closed-off people to find and accept enduring happiness? Gideon and Olivia must believe that love can conquer all.



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AMAZON--> tinyurl.com/Duke-of-Pain

KOBO--> tinyurl.com/DukeofPain

iTunes--> tinyurl.com/2p8mx79w

GOOGLE Play--> tinyurl.com/4uwf9ym3




Blurb for THE NOT SO PERFECT DUKE (The Rakes of St. Regent's Park #6) 

Due to his father’s untimely demise, Damon Cranston is thrust into the role of the Duke of Chellenham. His loathsome and debauched father was too busy indulging in his vices and left the dukedom in shambles. Damon turns to Althea Galway, co-owner of the Galway Investigative Agency, to assist in unraveling the tangled mess. Since meeting Althea months ago, he hasn’t been able to get her out of his mind, for he is captivated by her intellect, compassion, and confidence.

 

Althea Galway has never been impressed by money or title. Or by looks—although Damon, the devilishly handsome, golden-haired duke, caught her attention at first glance. Arrogant and egotistical, he is called Dorian Gray by society because of his reprobate reputation. But Althea senses deep loneliness, perhaps even inner scars, and is compelled to find the honorable man she believes is hidden behind the cool exterior.

 

Damon and Althea are swept up into a maelstrom of revelations: a conspiracy involving the late duke and others from the privileged class. Add a personal crisis into the mix, and finding a way to a shared future together seems hopeless. But they cannot deny the scorching attraction between them. Finding a way to make it all work will be a challenge. But it is one the duke and the lady detective are determined to overcome.


LINKS





Check out the rest of the series on AMAZON HERE







Karyn Gerrard is a multi-published author from the East Coast of Canada. She loves to write sensual historical and contemporary romances. Tortured heroes are an absolute must.

 Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keep her moving forward.
To learn more about Karyn and her books, visit  www.karyngerrard.com.





“Looking for a swoon-worthy read? You can’t go wrong with the lovely and emotional romances from Karyn Gerrard.” ~Vanessa Kelly, USA Today Bestselling author 

"Karyn Gerrard writes very enjoyable, richly textured historical romances." ~Kate Pearce, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author



 
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