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Sunday, November 13, 2022

Sunday's Book Gemstones #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Regency #romance #India #England

 

 

When Nicola Gordon and her younger sisters travel from India to England, she goes to a marriage she doesn’t want.

Drew Barlow has no desire for marriage, but his distant cousin and Nicola’s grandfather, ran the estates into debt. Drew agrees to the marriage for the money and to please the Dowager, Nicola’s grandmother, but he has no trust for women or for love.

When the two meet they clash and come together, igniting a blazing attraction they cannot resist.

Janet Lane Walter's latest book Gemstones is a stunning tale of the differences between two cultures, English and Indian, and what occurs when two different cultures clash. After the death of her father, eldest daughter Nicola Gordon must take charge of her family, fifteen-year-old Elizabeth, a budding flirt, and ten year old Margaret, a hoyden of the worst degree.

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Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on August 1, 2016
Gemstones by Janet Lane Water

In July 1810, Nicola Gordon’s father has been fatally wounded. Before he dies, he gives her a pouch of gemstones, one of which is the third eye of Siva (whose name is usually spelt Shiva) a sapphire. An expert on gemstones, Nicola is forced by circumstances beyond her control to flee to England with her sisters, where a warm welcome from their grandmother awaits them, and agree to a marriage of convenience to impoverished Drew Barlow, Earl of Denmere.

The earl, who has no reason to trust women – including his mother, an adulteress - marries Nicola for her fortune and to have an heir. Appointed her two sisters’ guardian in their father’s will, he is determined to be in complete control of his wife, his wards and his estates.

As time goes by Drew lusts over Nicola and she compares him to Siva.

Unfortunately, Nicola compares Drew to Siva when she sees Drew’s muscular body and brown skin.

Nicola grew up in India. She would have known that Siva’s skin tone is very pale blue. Apart from this moksha – liberation - is referred to as muksha. Also, I suspended belief when a reference is made to Nicola’s Indian teacher introducing her to a study of the kama sutra an ancient Sanskrit guide to sex. I could not imagine a young memsahib – no matter how indulgent her father was – being permitted to study it.

However, I think readers who enjoy unusual, sensual novels, with engaging characters will enjoy Gemstones, an amusing romp.

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on April 15, 2013
This was a good read! It kept your attention. You loved the heroine and appreciated all she went through. I love the happy endings :)
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Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on December 20, 2011
Wonderful quick read. Characters are realistic and personable. Easily understood introduction to Indian culture and gods. Quick moving storyline. Not too wordy. Perfect length. Descriptions of time period, costumes, life, and cultures were great. I really liked this author's work. Will definitely look for her other books.
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Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 8, 2014
Gemstones
by Janet Lane Walters

Nicola has been raised in India but when her father passes, she must seek out marriage to protect her sisters and herself. Drew has his own demons. His childhood shaped the man he’s become. Forced to marry for money, he is pleased with a match with Nicola. Unfortunately, their pasts get in the way of their happiness and future.

The dramatic storytelling of British society against the backdrop of a young lady who is experiencing it new, draws the reader deeply into the tale. Nicola is intelligent, witty, and a take charge person. Yet, she’s insecure, unsure of her decisions and impulsive. All things that make her “real”. Readers will want to shake the characters at times for not finding time to talk or share their feelings but when they’ve had such upbringing, it’s understandable and lends more passion to the story.

Ms. Walters shows a deep knowledge for the culture of India and gemstones in this story as she weaves a masterful tale of two people who need to be loved. I wasn’t able to put the story down.
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Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on November 26, 2012
i enjoyed this book. it was fast paced and fun. characters were believeable. i would enjoy reading books about the sisters also.

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on February 21, 2013
Well written novel at an excellent price point. Not trashy and has an excellent storyline that keeps you interested until the last possible second.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Wednesday Gemstones #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Regency #Romance #India #England

 


The authors at #MFRWHooks here  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com have some great excerpts. Mine is found @https://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com and is from Gemstones . The heroine and her ssiters must leave India after their father's death.

BLURB;

 When Nicola Gordon and her younger sisters travel from India to England, she goes to a marriage she doesn’t want.


Drew Barlow has no desire for marriage, but his distant cousin and Nicola’s grandfather, ran the estates into debt. Drew agrees to the marriage for the money and to please the Dowager, Nicola’s grandmother, but he has no trust for women or for love.

When the two meet they clash and come together, igniting a blazing attraction they cannot resist.

Janet Lane Walter's latest book Gemstones is a stunning tale of the differences between two cultures, English and Indian, and what occurs when two different cultures clash. After the death of her father, eldest daughter Nicola Gordon must take charge of her family, fifteen-year-old Elizabeth, a budding flirt, and ten year old Margaret, a hoyden of the worst degree.

Excerpt:

Drew thought of the trunks already at Denmere. How much more could his future wife want or need? He remembered his father’s shouts and his mother’s tears. They had argued constantly about her desire for jewelry and clothes. The man she’d gone away with had been able to provide her with all the luxuries she carved. But she had left that man as well.

His wife would soon learn to live within the allowance he granted her. Though she brought wealth to the marriage, he would hold control.

He followed Mr. Grey from the room. He walked to his betrothed’s side.

She smiled. "We are ready and it lacks a quarter hour of the time you set." She reached for her sisters’ hands. "You’ve met Margaret. This is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the Earl of Denmere."

The girl was neither child nor woman. She curtsied. "I am most pleased to meet you, my lord."

Though she gazed at him through lowered lashes, there was no hint of shyness in her eyes. She showed a promise of great beauty, yet he found neither her looks nor her manner to his liking.

"Charmed." The word emerged clipped. The chit reminded him of the flirtatious young women he had no patience with. For the first time since he’d hurried home to deal with Aldora’s disaster, he felt thankful Nicola Gordon would be his bride.

He turned and shook Mr. Grey’s hand. "I’ll be in touch with you about the business matters and we’ll see you at Denmere in five weeks."

Mr. Grey nodded. The older man hugged each of the girls. He pulled on the end of Margaret’s braid. "No mischief, child. Cook may never recover from the discovery of a live chicken in her cooking pot." He turned to Elizabeth. "My dear, take time to be a child. One is grownup for too many years." He embraced Nicola.

Drew didn’t hear what the older man said to her. He struggled with a primitive urge to wrest his future wife from the older man’s arms.

She stepped away from Mr. Grey and turned to Drew. "My lord, there are two other members of our family you haven’t met." She indicated the dark-skinned couple. "Prabha, our amah and her son, Sarad, have been members of our family since I was born. Sarad is my best friend."

The warmth in her voice raised a bolt of jealousy. His hands clenched. Her best friend. Why did this announcement upset him? He had no reason to believe her caring for the young man went beyond the responsibility and duty she felt toward her family.

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Let us be away. Our destination is at a distance." He strode to the door.

Once the women were inside the coach, he climbed onto the box beside Jem. The Indian boy rode with the driver of the second coach. Drew flicked the reins and concentrated on the route through the bustling streets of town and into the countryside.

At dusk, they reached the inn where he’d arranged for rooms. Had he known the size of the party, he would have rented a third sleeping room. While Sarad carried the portmanteaus upstairs and Nicola herded her sisters and the female servant after him, Drew spoke to the landlord and arranged for a meal to be served in a private parlor.

As he turned to leave the common room, a commotion in the hall pulled him to the door. Margaret raced down the stairs with Nicola on her heels.

"Margaret, come back."

The door of the inn opened and a dandified young man sauntered into view. Margaret plowed into him. His cane flew into the air. The elaborately arranged neckcloth unraveled. His hat landed on the floor beneath him.

Drew choked back a laugh. The incident couldn’t have happened to a more deserving man. Viscount Devonley was a man full of himself and the wealth he stood to inherit on his elderly father’s death.

The doomed man sputtered. Nicola Gordon laughed softly. Drew’s shoulders stiffened like a soldier’s at attention. Her laughter brought images of his mother to his mind.

"Margaret." Drew pointed to the private parlor. "Go inside and wait for me." The child couldn’t continue to behave like a hoyden.

"Well if it ain’t the Parson Earl."

Drew extended his hand and helped the young man to his feet. "Devonley."

Elizabeth approached. "I am most sorry about your accident. My sister’s behavior is at fault."

The young man’s eyes narrowed. His lips curled into a smile. "And who might you be?"

Drew breathed in relief when Miss Gordon pulled her sister away. "She’s a young relative of the Dowager’s. I’m escorting her to Denmere for a visit." No need to announce the girls’ identity, Drew thought. News of Aldora’s granddaughters would sweep through the ton all too soon.

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Wednesday Gemstones #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Regency #romance #gems #india


The authors at #MFRWHooks here  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com have some great excerpts. Mine is found @https://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com and is from Gemstones . The heroine and her ssiters must leave India after their father's death.

BLURB;

 When Nicola Gordon and her younger sisters travel from India to England, she goes to a marriage she doesn’t want.


Drew Barlow has no desire for marriage, but his distant cousin and Nicola’s grandfather, ran the estates into debt. Drew agrees to the marriage for the money and to please the Dowager, Nicola’s grandmother, but he has no trust for women or for love.

When the two meet they clash and come together, igniting a blazing attraction they cannot resist.

Janet Lane Walter's latest book Gemstones is a stunning tale of the differences between two cultures, English and Indian, and what occurs when two different cultures clash. After the death of her father, eldest daughter Nicola Gordon must take charge of her family, fifteen-year-old Elizabeth, a budding flirt, and ten year old Margaret, a hoyden of the worst degree.

Excerpt:

Drew thought of the trunks already at Denmere. How much more could his future wife want or need? He remembered his father’s shouts and his mother’s tears. They had argued constantly about her desire for jewelry and clothes. The man she’d gone away with had been able to provide her with all the luxuries she carved. But she had left that man as well.

His wife would soon learn to live within the allowance he granted her. Though she brought wealth to the marriage, he would hold control.

He followed Mr. Grey from the room. He walked to his betrothed’s side.

She smiled. "We are ready and it lacks a quarter hour of the time you set." She reached for her sisters’ hands. "You’ve met Margaret. This is Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the Earl of Denmere."

The girl was neither child nor woman. She curtsied. "I am most pleased to meet you, my lord."

Though she gazed at him through lowered lashes, there was no hint of shyness in her eyes. She showed a promise of great beauty, yet he found neither her looks nor her manner to his liking.

"Charmed." The word emerged clipped. The chit reminded him of the flirtatious young women he had no patience with. For the first time since he’d hurried home to deal with Aldora’s disaster, he felt thankful Nicola Gordon would be his bride.

He turned and shook Mr. Grey’s hand. "I’ll be in touch with you about the business matters and we’ll see you at Denmere in five weeks."

Mr. Grey nodded. The older man hugged each of the girls. He pulled on the end of Margaret’s braid. "No mischief, child. Cook may never recover from the discovery of a live chicken in her cooking pot." He turned to Elizabeth. "My dear, take time to be a child. One is grownup for too many years." He embraced Nicola.

Drew didn’t hear what the older man said to her. He struggled with a primitive urge to wrest his future wife from the older man’s arms.

She stepped away from Mr. Grey and turned to Drew. "My lord, there are two other members of our family you haven’t met." She indicated the dark-skinned couple. "Prabha, our amah and her son, Sarad, have been members of our family since I was born. Sarad is my best friend."

The warmth in her voice raised a bolt of jealousy. His hands clenched. Her best friend. Why did this announcement upset him? He had no reason to believe her caring for the young man went beyond the responsibility and duty she felt toward her family.

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Let us be away. Our destination is at a distance." He strode to the door.

Once the women were inside the coach, he climbed onto the box beside Jem. The Indian boy rode with the driver of the second coach. Drew flicked the reins and concentrated on the route through the bustling streets of town and into the countryside.

At dusk, they reached the inn where he’d arranged for rooms. Had he known the size of the party, he would have rented a third sleeping room. While Sarad carried the portmanteaus upstairs and Nicola herded her sisters and the female servant after him, Drew spoke to the landlord and arranged for a meal to be served in a private parlor.

As he turned to leave the common room, a commotion in the hall pulled him to the door. Margaret raced down the stairs with Nicola on her heels.

"Margaret, come back."

The door of the inn opened and a dandified young man sauntered into view. Margaret plowed into him. His cane flew into the air. The elaborately arranged neckcloth unraveled. His hat landed on the floor beneath him.

Drew choked back a laugh. The incident couldn’t have happened to a more deserving man. Viscount Devonley was a man full of himself and the wealth he stood to inherit on his elderly father’s death.

The doomed man sputtered. Nicola Gordon laughed softly. Drew’s shoulders stiffened like a soldier’s at attention. Her laughter brought images of his mother to his mind.

"Margaret." Drew pointed to the private parlor. "Go inside and wait for me." The child couldn’t continue to behave like a hoyden.

"Well if it ain’t the Parson Earl."

Drew extended his hand and helped the young man to his feet. "Devonley."

Elizabeth approached. "I am most sorry about your accident. My sister’s behavior is at fault."

The young man’s eyes narrowed. His lips curled into a smile. "And who might you be?"

Drew breathed in relief when Miss Gordon pulled her sister away. "She’s a young relative of the Dowager’s. I’m escorting her to Denmere for a visit." No need to announce the girls’ identity, Drew thought. News of Aldora’s granddaughters would sweep through the ton all too soon.