RT BOOK Reviews (basically, the Publishers Weekly of the romance industry) caught up with my Lady Jane’s Salon® co-founders, Leanna Renee Hieber and Ron Hogan, and I and offered to host us for a special VIP virtual Salon for September. (Our collective response–“Yes, please!!!”). Check out the under two-minute video, which includes Yours Truly reading from TEMPTING, out now in Spanish (ebook + print) as No se puede vivir sin amor.
TEMPTING, praised as “an absolutely gorgeous Victorian romance,” is now available in Spanish as NO SE PUEDE VIVIR SIN AMOR! Download the e-book at any of the following:
Share the love – leave a review! Help get the book to its first 10, 15, 20, and 25+ reviews on any of the above platforms and, at each milestone made, I’ll give away one e-book copy from my critically-acclaimed Men of Roxbury House/Los Hombres de Roxbury House #historical #romances: VENCIDA, INDOMITA and RENDIDA to one randomly selected reader-reviewer, in Spanish or English – your choice!
Suffering from “digital fatigue”? No woes or worries – the print book will release worldwide this September 2016.
If my travels to England, France, Italy and Peru have taught me anything (and here’s hoping they have), it’s that the romance fandom is ever so much bigger and broader than the borders of these United States. Thanks to my wonderful overseas publishers, on any given day I’m as likely to receive an email or Facebook ping from a romance blogger in Honduras as I am one in my own backyard of NYC.
And now my wonderful Barcelona-based publisher, Libros de Seda is bringing out a FOURTH book of mine. This fall 2016, TEMPTING will release as No se puede vivir sin amor—literally, You Cannot Live Without Love. ((Truth!)) Finally romance fans in Spain, Mexico, Colombia, Uruguay, Chile, and Peru as well as the U.S. will have the opportunity to read Simon and Christine’s unconventional Victorian set love story in their native language. For now, sit back and savor the stunning cover! Read the FREE (English) excerpt here. Treat yourself to the digital and audio book versions!
And if you’re in NYC or thereabouts, join me at Lady Jane’s Salon® on Monday, February 1st, 7-9pm at Madame X when I’ll kick off the Month of Candy Hearts & Papier Mâché Posies by reading a sneak snippet from my new historical women’s fiction novel–and giving away some cool prizes, too!
Feliz año nuevo! Feliz San Valentín!
Animals aren’t just companions to me — they’re inspiration. Since launching my writing career, I’ve made it my tradition to include one of my real-life feline rescues as fictional “characters” in my books. Check out my feature in today’s USA TODAY HEA blog, duly shared with my rescue tabby cat, Daisy (“Forget belly rubs, Hope Tarr’s kitties get book cameos,” Sunday, October 11, 2015). To read more about Daisy and my other feline muses, check out my Best Friends page here!
This Tuesday, July 21st 7-9:30pm at Madame X, we at Lady Jane’s Salon® will welcome the 35th annual Romance Writers of America® national conference back to New York City. I say “back” because we’ve helped kick off the conference before, in 2011. Then we drew more than 125 attendees, including surprise guest, Eloisa James, and Emmy Award winning documentary filmmaker, Laurie Kahn. Laurie and her crew from Blueberry Hill Productions filmed the Salon for her “Love Between the Covers” feature-length documentary film on the romance community. Check out the (less than four minute) footage from that crazy-fun night here.
Along with co-hosting the event, I’ll be reading a never before released sneak peek from Irish Eyes, my very first foray into Women’s Historical Fiction. Set in Gilded Age through Jazz Age New York City, the manuscript has been a true Labor of Love. I can’t wait to share the first chapter with everyone!
Or to help roll out our stellar lineup of guests: Sonali Dev, Dahlia Adler, Carrie Lomax, Laura K. Curtis, Nancy Scanlon, and Regina Kyle. The service staff at our ever fab venue, Madame X, stands at the ready to serve with $5-$6 drink specials (including super yummy “mocktails”). We also have terrific raffle prizes donated by some of the romance industry’s brightest established and rising stars.
Best of all, your $5 admission supports our annual donation to our house charity, Win, helping real-life NYC families find their own Happily Ever After. It doesn’t get any better than that. If you’re in town for #RWA15 or simply in town, please plan to be our guest!
Jonesing for “The Knick” to start up again? Can’t wait to inhale another season 2 episode of “Penny Dreadful”? Wet-your-pants excited about Caleb Carr’s THE ALIENIST in development as an eight-episode series for TNT? Romance readers looking to get their Victorian on can download my Victorian-set romance, VANQUISHED from Kindle for just 99 cents. Offer ends 6-30, so hurry!
And the winners are… Robin Greene, Diane Sallans, Deb Yates, Desiree Cleary, Aileen Davis, Juanita Decuir, Marie Woodfolk, Kelly Braun, Mary Kay Gaunt & Joy Isley! Thanks to all who entered. Please check back here at HopeTarr.com for updates on giveaways, new book projects and the the general latest good news. Happy Summer/Happy Reading! Hope
Enter my new Giveaway and you may win a FREE trade paperback copy of my latest historical romance, CLAIMED BY BY THE ROGUE signed by me! (1 book per winner; open to US residents only). Early fans of my romance debut, A ROGUE’S PLEASURE, this is your chance to FINALLY find out what happens to Robert and Phoebe, that impromptu coupling of unlikely young lovers from book #1.
Happy Mother’s Day Month,
CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE, my first single title historical romance since 2008, releases in print on 3-3-15! Between now and Release Day, we’re offering the e-book for just 99 cents across the following platforms:
But, there’s more…
Help me keep the party going now through Release Week and enter the Giveaway below (Rafflecopter Entry Form at the end of this post). We’ll have twelve winners in total–and one of them may be YOU!
Grand Prize: Gift basket of pamper-you goodies (love poems, candle, votive, and of course, chocolate!) PLUS, signed-by-me hard cover copies of m/our erotic romances, SUGAR and HONEY–think Fifty Shades of Grey with grownups–the TEMPTING audiobook and the SCRIBBLING WOMEN anthology (28 romance authors including Yours Truly dishing on our Real-Life Love Stories, for charity).
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Giveaway ends 3/6/15. Entries limited to US residents only.
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Still need help deciding? Enjoy this never before released snippet from TEMPTING.
TEMPTING, © Hope Tarr, That Book, Inc.
Simon paced from one end of the fringed foyer runner to the other, white-gloved hands folded behind him. Piles of paperwork awaited him on his desk and yet with time on his hands still he hadn’t managed to make heads or tails of any of it. A soft sound stalled his steps. Expecting Mrs. Griffith or one of the housemaids, he looked to the staircase. And saw Christine.
Garbed in a gown of saffron silk, her hair swept up into an intricate confection of ringlets, her bared shoulders held back to reveal every proud inch of her lithe frame, she graced him with a soft smile. “Simon.”
Descending, she seemed more fantasy than flesh-and-blood, an exquisite angel floating toward him despite the hint of a hitch to her step. The hall was chilly but, inside him, heat spiked. Like a sleepwalker, he felt himself moving toward her, every glib greeting and clichéd compliment fleeing his brain. Only one word remained.
She stepped off the landing, and he reached up to take her hand in his. “I’m not late, am I?”
That made him smile. Despite her finery, she was so unspoiled, so… dear. “To be truly fashionable, you should have kept me waiting for at least a half hour.” Realizing he still held onto her hand, he released it with regret.
Her smile dimmed. “Oh dear, I’ve gone about it all wrong again, haven’t I?”
Her words touched off the tenderness in his heart. “No, I’m glad you’re here.” He took the cape from her and hung it upon the hall tree. Turning back, he said, “I have a present for you.”
He led her over to the pier glass. Stepping behind her, he caught his first glimpse of her gown’s low back. All that beautiful bareness had him searching for his next breath.
Finding it, he said, “Close your eyes.”
She obeyed, and he reached into the inner pocket of his cutaway jacket and withdrew the black velvet box. “No peeking,” he chided, seeing her eyelid flicker. He snapped open the box. Withdrawing the necklace, he brought the gold chain about her throat.
“It’s cold.” She reached up, her fingertips brushing the pendant dangling just above the swell of her breasts.
“It was a long and rather bracing ride back from town,” he admitted.
“Your business was to buy me a gift?” Eyes still closed, she leaned back ever so slightly against him.
“It was.” He fumbled but finally fastened the clasp. He lingered a moment more, inhaling her sweet, clean scent, then stepped back. “Open your eyes.”
She did, and their gazes met in the mirror. She looked down at the necklace and uttered an exclamation of delight. “Oh, Simon, it’s fair near the same color as my gown. How did you know?”
“My spies are everywhere.” He winked, feeling light and young and altogether freer than he had in years, quite possibly ever. That the pendant complemented her gown was pure happenstance. He’d bought the amber because the color made him think of her eyes, eyes capable of capturing men’s hearts with a single, liquid look. “Do you like it?”
She whisked about to face him. “It’s the loveliest gift I’ve ever gotten.”
You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen, he thought but didn’t dare say.
“I’m glad,” he said, both happy and humbled that his token had made her so happy.
She took a step back. “Do I look—” She faltered, brow furrowed, likely searching for one of the long, elegant words she shored up for such occasions. “Do I look…ravished?”
Accustomed as he’d become to the artful simpering of society beauties, Christine’s guilelessness was akin to being handed a glass of iced lemonade after hours of sun baked toil. Refreshing, delicious, sweet—and yet tartly tempting.
Pressing a hand to the small of her back, he felt her shiver against his fingertips. “Not yet…but then the evening is young.”