Wednesday, November 11, 2026

She risks losing the only love she has ever known - #HistoricalRomance #Victorian #LGBTQ #MFRWHooks

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Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop!

Today I have an exclusive excerpt from my brand new release. The Ruination of Ramona Stone hit the virtual shelves last Friday, and I am doing everything I can to get the word out.

Today’s hook comes from the first chapter, where the conflicts first get explored. I hope you enjoy it.

Blurb

To Victorian London, they were childhood friends reunited by tragedy. Behind closed doors, they were each other’s undoing.

Ramona Stone survived the bleak years at boarding school because of bright-eyed Juliet—her childhood anchor and her dearest confidante. While Juliet marries for love, Ramona accepts the husband her father has arranged, an ambitious barrister twice her age.

When an accident leaves Juliet a penniless widow, Ramona persuades her husband to grant her friend shelter. Proximity kindles unexpected passion; sympathy turns to illicit desire. What begins as solace quickly transforms into a force that neither woman can resist or deny.

Trapped with a domineering husband, living in a society eager for scandal, Ramona understands that every touch is a gamble and every glance a betrayal. If their secret comes to light, she won't just lose her place in society—she will lose the only love that she’s ever known

The Hook

As if summoned by my thoughts, a hansom cab rounded the corner and came to a halt in front of our building. A slight figure swathed in black clambered down without waiting for assistance. After the driver extracted her luggage from inside the carriage, the passenger dropped some coins into his hand. He climbed back onto his seat, flicked his whip over the horse’s back and they trotted away, leaving Juliet standing on the pavement, a suitcase on either side.

For long minutes, she stood unmoving before our home. As her face was veiled, I could not see her expression, but her overall demeanour suggested an unwillingness to take the next step. I could appreciate her reluctance. She and I were as close as sisters, but I sensed how difficult it must be, still, to rely on my charity.

I would do my best to make it easier for her, I vowed. I’d love and support her in her time of need, as she had so often done for me.

Stepping away from the window before she noticed she was being observed, I returned to my seat near the hearth, where a fire had been laid but not yet lit. At least ten minutes passed before I heard the chime of the bell in the downstairs hallway.

The ginger-haired maid knocked on the parlour door soon after. “Your guest has arrived, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Lucy. Show her in. Then bring us some tea, please.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

The girl backed out to make way for Juliet. My friend shuffled into the room, dragging her feet as though she hadn’t enough energy to take proper steps.

I leapt up, raced over and flung my arms around her. “Dear, dear Juliet! Thank the heavens you’re finally here.”

She trembled in my embrace, seeming frail and off-balance. “Ro... please, forgive me...”

“There’s nothing to forgive! Here, sit down, rest—let me take your cloak.” I pulled her over to an armchair, where she crumpled as though the last shred of strength had left her. Lifting the damp woollen wrap from her thin shoulders, I tossed it onto a chaise nearby. Her hat and veil followed. Now I could see her pale, drawn features. I could scarcely believe this was the gorgeous, vivacious butterfly of a woman she’d been when we’d last met, at a midsummer’s garden party at her home in Hampstead.

Sharp pain twisted under my breastbone. For a moment, I found it difficult to breathe. I’d known George’s death would be difficult for her, but I had not realized my bold, brave, devil-may-care Juliet could be reduced to this—a black-clad wraith seemingly ready to dissolve in a fog of grief.

Staring down at her gloved hands, she refused to meet my gaze. A deep sigh shuddered through her. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured once more.

I had two simultaneous urges: to kiss her and to slap her. “Stop it, you silly woman! You are not responsible for the tragic weaknesses of your husband!”

“Ah, but I chose him! I insisted that I wanted him, that I’d have him despite everyone’s objections and warnings.” She looked up at last, her face a mask of anguish, her sapphire-blue eyes rimmed in red. “I should have listened.”

“I never objected. I found George intelligent and charming, and thought that the two of you made a fine match. Your brother’s resistance was mostly snobbery.” I sniffed. “Harry and his pretensions to nobility!” Taking one of her hands, I started to strip off her glove. “To be honest, I was a bit jealous of you, marrying for love.”

Her mouth curled into wry half-grin, the first hint of a smile I’d seen since she arrived. “Ah, yes. Love. I did love him, or thought I did. Even after it became clear that he’d deceived me about his prospects, and that money ran through his fingers like water.”

“You always seemed so happy together—lively, gay and prosperous as well, dressed according to the latest fashion, entertaining in style at that fine brick house of yours.”

“All bought with other people’s money.” My friend shook her head ruefully, then extricated her hand from mine and removed her other glove. “George always had more charm than sense, abundant ideas but not the slightest clue as to how to implement them. His self-confidence was contagious, though. He could convince even normally cautious men that he’d make them rich.”

“And none of his schemes bore fruit?”

“Not a single one.” She rested a palm on her breast, as if her heart pained her. “His so-called partners wasted no time in calling in his debts, however, when they learned about his fatal accident.”

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By the way, I am in the midst of a two-week virtual tour for the book, in which one lucky person will win a
$25 bookstore gift certificate. Here are tour stops:

November 9:  Tina Donahue Books - Heat with Heart

November 10: Books to Light Your Fire II

November 11: Sandra's Book Club

November 12: A Wonderful World of Words

November 13: Long and Short Reviews

November 16: The Key Of Love

November 17: Alana Lorens, Author review

November 17: Author C.A.Milson

November 18: Dawn's Reading Nook

November 19: Sarcastically Yours, Jen

November 20: Author Deborah A. Bailey Blog

Find all the buy links here: https://books2read.com/u/mKa2wy

Be sure to visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks!



Tuesday, November 10, 2026

A duke in disguise! #VictorianRomance #SweetRomance

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Blurb

Banished from London by her father to her aunt’s house in Colchester, over a scandal caused by her sister that has all London talking, Miss Nora Murphy bides her time by trying to convince the local theatre manager to allow her to stage a play to benefit the Lost Slipper Society.

Darwin, a local fellow who teaches drums to orphans, wishes to use the same theatre for his own event. When Nora’s aunt suggests they might convince the manager of Nora’s case by pretending to court, Darwin agrees, but has reservations.

He has a secret he doesn’t wish revealed–especially not to Nora’s circle in London. For will Nora still love him, and the people of Colchester regard him the same if they find out their mild-mannered, charitable drum teacher is actually a duke-in-disguise?

Buy Links

From the author’s direct store, and Universal Book Link: https://books.julidrevezzo.com/playwrightduke

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/the-playwright-and-the-duke-the-lost-slipper-society-book-3-by-juli-d-revezzo

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/261227125-the-playwright-and-the-duke

Excerpt

Lady Wavington drew him away. “Mr. Fleetil, the children have perfect rhythm. But there won’t be much to gain from it, ere long.”

Fleetil walked with the elder woman, not liking the turn of this conversation. “Now, Lady Wavington, that might be the case, I suppose. But you must know it’s better to begin honing your talents at a tender age.”

“Then you relish the idea of training a bunch of street urchins?”

“Why call them urchins? All the great composers began at their age, and younger. Surely, you at least know the story of Mozart.”

“Do you think one of your charges matches his skill? On drums? Do stop teasing me, Mr. Fleetil.” A contemplative look crossed her features.

“Perhaps. But the lessons I give take their minds off their plight.”

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes eased a bit. “Yes. Horrible thing, poverty.”

Ah, had he hit a nerve with her? Good. He hoped so. “I’m sure you realize these children could always do with more assistance.”

“I do, Mr. Fleetil, but do you not think the parish does all they can for them?”

Dash it all. This had gone the wrong way. “They do much, but not, as you say, all. Think of how it might elevate your reputation when those in Colchester Society learn you assisted these poor waifs.”

He hated labeling the children as such, but if it loosened the Wavington family purse strings, it was worth it.

“I’ve no doubt these children won’t be the only ones to sing your praises.”

Her expression changed. Ah, had his statement piqued her interest? “What do you require of me, sir?”

“I heard you giving praise to young Judith. Could you give her a home, too?”

The older woman’s eyes went wide. For a moment, Darwin allowed himself to hope for the best.

“How old is the child?”

“Thirteen, ma’am. She should be learning all she needs to know for her come out soon, don’t you think?”

“Her?” Lady Wavington considered Judith again from across the yard. “Oh, she’s a pretty thing, but not of a class to have such an introduction.”

“Not in her present situation, no. Unless someone takes her under her wing.”

“She would do well to find a position as a lady’s maid, would she not? Even then, she won’t be presented to Her Majesty.”

He needed to be more straightforward with the lady, he realized. “You would make a fine sponsor for her, madam. I’m sure Judith would appreciate any assistance you might give her.”

“Me? Oh, no. No. I can’t possibly take on another charge. I’ve far too many nieces to cultivate as it is.” A mischievous smile bloomed on her face. “And how many young ladies do you have your eye on, sir? May I introduce you to more?”

How did the conversation veer in this direction? The last thing he wanted.

About the Author


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Juli D. Revezzo is an author of sweet Victorian romance novels featuring proper courtship, emotional depth, and richly detailed historical settings. She is the author of the Lost Slipper Society and The Camden Girls sweet Victorian romance series. She also writes historical fantasy and speculative romance, including the steampunk romances the Gears, Cogs, and Puppy Dogs series and Watchmaker’s Heart, as well as the gaslamp romance House of Dark Envy. In addition, she writes paranormal and fantasy series including Antique Magic, the Celtic Stewards Chronicles, and the Stewards War series.

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Monday, November 9, 2026

The houses are tiny, but the passion is huge - #SecondChanceRomance #SlowBurn #TheOneThatGotAway

Tiny House, Big Reveal book cover

Blurb

Seeing him again upends my almost-perfect life.

Mason and I have unfinished business and dangerous chemistry, but I’m engaged, for cripes’ sake! Instead of fantasizing about what we once had, I need to get my hot-mess sister back on her feet and hurry home before temptation wrecks my relationship and my dream job.

And I almost pull it off, until the bomb drops: thanks to a City Hall snafu, we’re technically still married.

Ten years later, the one I tried to forget tumbles back into my life.

Sara was my first and only love, but I was too young and clueless to be the man she needed.

Now fate has dropped her on my doorstep. I’ve got just two weeks to prove I can be the husband she deserves. If I fail, I’ll lose her forever.

Come to Pinevale, Washington, for a heartfelt, slow-burn, second-chance romance where the houses are tiny, but the passion is huge!

This author does not use AI programs in any part of her writing and editing process. Thank you for supporting real authors!

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HM27SMCL

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/tiny-house-big-reveal-tiny-houses-second-chances-book-2-by-sadira-stone

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/260378869-tiny-house-big-reveal

Series page on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HM1PCR2L

Excerpt

What would a grounded, grown-ass man do if he was well and truly over his ex? Because that’s my goal here, to finally reach a place of peace. And if I’m honest with myself—not my strong point—I want this chance to prove I’m no longer the immature, unserious guy she left behind.

Not exactly redemption. Too late for that. But maybe I can regain her respect?

I cross my arms over my hollow, aching chest and face Sara. “What happens after Lexi moves in?”

“I’ll go back to Canada.” Her gaze drops to her shoes. “I’m getting married in December.”

You know those superhero movies where a shockwave knocks the villain off his feet? That’s me, bowled over by the fat diamond twinkling on Sara’s left hand.

She’s engaged.

Of course she is. Strong, smart, funny, and down-to-earth, Sara must’ve had a hundred men fall for her since we parted.

The past ten years have barely touched her. Her wavy hair still refuses to be contained, little wispy curls escaping her ponytail to dance on the breeze. Her clear brown eyes still spark fireflies in my chest. And now she’s sparking her magic for another guy.

He damn well better deserve her.

Tony looks up from the ribs he’s tending on the grill and gives me a wise guru nod. Your heart knows the right path, Grasshopper.

And it does. Even if her reappearance is tearing me inside-out, if Sara needs my help, I’ve gotta step up.

Because I still love her, and I always will.

So if a supportive friend is what she needs, that’s what I’ll be.

I throw my shoulders back, paste on a phony-ass smile, and join the ad hoc building crew. “Tell me how I can help.”

About the Author

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Award-winning author Sadira Stone writes cozy, funny, spicy, grown-up romance books set in the U.S. Pacific Northwest. Her stories highlight chosen family, friendship, and the sizzling chemistry that pulls unlikely partners together. When she emerges from her writing cave in Las Vegas, Nevada (which she seldom does), she can be found splashing in the pool, playing her guitar, dabbling in art, going to concerts with her charming husband, and gobbling all the romance books. For a guaranteed HEA (and no cliffhangers!) visit Sadira at
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Friday, November 6, 2026

It’s release day! #HistoricalRomance #FriendsToLovers #LGBTQ

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Today is the official release date for my new Victorian lesbian romance, The Ruination of Ramona Stone. This friends-to-lovers, against-all-odds story is full of twists and turns, as my heroines struggle to find their way to a happy ending in a society that views their love as an abomination.

Blurb

To Victorian London, they were childhood friends reunited by tragedy. Behind closed doors, they were each other’s undoing.

Ramona Stone survived the bleak years at boarding school because of bright-eyed Juliet—her childhood anchor and her dearest confidante. While Juliet marries for love, Ramona accepts the husband her father has arranged, an ambitious barrister twice her age.

When an accident leaves Juliet a penniless widow, Ramona persuades her husband to grant her friend shelter. Proximity kindles unexpected passion; sympathy turns to illicit desire. What begins as solace quickly transforms into a force that neither woman can resist or deny.

Trapped with a domineering husband, living in a society eager for scandal, Ramona understands that every touch is a gamble and every glance a betrayal. If their secret comes to light, she won't just lose her place in society—she will lose the only love that she’s ever known.

Buy Links

Books2Read (Universal Book Link): https://books2read.com/u/mKa2wy

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HMD46TBH

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Excerpt (R rated)

“Bloody hell,” she muttered. “This is impossible.”

“Never mind, Juliet.” I half-pulled her back onto the seat. “We will be back home before long.”

“With all the servants, plus your son. Not to mention your husband.” She turned to face me, her eyes gleaming in the light from the side lamps. “I need you, Ro. I need to touch you, to taste you. If I cannot make love to you again, I swear I shall go mad.”

Love? Was that what this was? Last night I’d thought it sheer depravity. Now I began to wonder whether the force drawing us together might be more than mere animal lust. Juliet sounded as though she was on the verge of tears.

“Hush, my dear,” I murmured, drawing her into my arms. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way to be together.”

I pressed my lips to her cool forehead, then tilted her chin up. Our eyes met, and then our mouths. Her lips were hot despite the damp and the chill weather. They moulded to mine as though we were fused. We drank deep of each other’s essence, sampling the flavours, savouring the textures. Juliet poured her desire into that kiss. I drank in every ounce, filling my body and spirit.

Kissing was all we could manage, but for the moment, kissing was enough. It went on and on, as the carriage made its way through the London streets. We simply could not let each other go. We would take brief pauses for breath, then dive back into the ecstatic mouth-to-mouth connection. In the shadowed privacy of the coach, we lost ourselves in a glorious fantasy of togetherness and freedom, forgetting that what we desired was forbidden.

We broke apart like sleepers roused from a dream when the brougham halted at my townhouse. Gas lights shone in through the window glass to illumine Juliet’s exquisite countenance. I realised that her cheeks were wet with tears.

With my thumb, I wiped them away. “Don’t cry, my darling,” I whispered. “I’ll come to you, to your room. Tonight, when everyone is asleep. Tonight we can be together.”

I wanted so much to heal her sorrow, I completely forgot my own shame.

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