#Teatime with Robecca and Marisol Herrera Slade aka Jerrika Jones a character from #ARosebyAnyOtherName by #Alanalorens

If you had to pick a favorite food, what would it be?

Definitely tacos. Sure, that’s kind of generic, but we’re not talking Taco Bell here. I make my own beans from scratch and fry them with garlic and onion. I get cherry tomatoes from the little garden on my patio, always fresh in Tampa. And only fresh chopped cilantro and cotija on top. Even my son Mark loves them!

What is the one thing/trinket you always carry with you?  

My childhood friend Analisa made me a little braided friendship bracelet out of embroidery thread when we were in high school. The color is almost washed out of it after 20 years, but it’s still on my wrist.

If you feared one thing slipping through your fingers, what would it be?

My son is pretty much my life. His dad took off when he was very young, and that’s how I came to be Jerrika Jones, the blogger who writes “Mothering Without a Man.” If anything happened to Mark, it would probably kill me. I might have been too protective of him while he was growing up—he likely hated it—but that’s better than letting him slip too far.

What is your deepest secret? 

Even though I moved away, and eventually married someone else, I’ve always still had my love for Russell Asher in a corner of my heart. He was my first love, and I fell deeply for him. When he broke it off to woo cheerleader Tiffany Kearns, it broke my heart. Hard. Maybe it’s a mistake to go back for our 20-year reunion, if it means I’ll have to see him with her all over again. But I’ve decided to be brave enough to go.

Robecca: Ooh! Chatting with you was such a pleasure, Marisol. Thanks for spending your #teatime with me.

Book Trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8qEjPOBzds&t=3s

Blurb: Up-and-coming mommyblogger and single mom Marisol Herrera Slade returns to her old hometown in western Pennsylvania for her 20th high school reunion in 2005, reluctant and yet compelled to see her high school sweetheart, Russell Asher, who dumped her for the homecoming queen.

Russell’s marriage to the golden girl, however, ended in a nasty divorce, and he has been systematically excluded from his sons’ lives. In his Internet wanderings, he’s found feminist blogger named Jerrika Jones, who glorifies single motherhood, essentially putting a stamp of approval on what’s happened to him. His group of single dad advocates have vowed to take this woman down.

What Russell doesn’t know, when he thinks to rekindle what he had with Marisol, is that Marisol and Jerrika are one and the same. When his group discovers the truth, will their drive for revenge derail any chance the couple have to reunite? Or will they find they have more in common than they ever expected?


Marisol bit her bottom lip, almost as if trying to trap words inside. After a pause, she said, “I always wondered if that Kearns money and stature made you happy.” 

“You always…” He frowned, deciphering her meaning. “You mean, you thought about me since… After we broke up?” 

A blush filled her cheeks, but she didn’t turn away. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, after what we…” She straightened her shoulders and almost seemed to purposefully change direction. “What I mean is, not that many people in the class mattered to me, and I know I didn’t matter to them.” As he started to protest, she raised a hand. “No, really, I know where I stood, where my parents stood in the community. It doesn’t hurt any more, not like it used to.” 

A twinge of guilt stabbed him. He’d really been superfocused on his goal then, mental blinders shutting out every other possibility except one. What was that Chinese proverb? Be careful what you wish for, because you may get it? Boy, did it ever ring true now. 

What would life have been like with a woman like Marisol? He’d never have scored that flat on Central Park. He might have made it through school before they had kids, might not. He studied her while she stirred her coffee again, fidgeting with her spoon. What would he have done? What might she have become? What had she become? 

He realized belatedly he hadn’t even asked. 

Author Bio

Alana Lorens has been a published writer for more than forty years, after working as a pizza maker, a floral designer, a journalist and a family law attorney. Currently a resident of Asheville, North Carolina, the aging hippie loves her time in the smoky blue mountains. She writes romance and suspense as Alana Lorens, and sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal mystery as Lyndi Alexander. One of her novellas, THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE, is set in the city of Asheville during the old Bele Chere festival. She lives with her daughter on the autism spectrum, who is the youngest of her seven children, and she is ruled by three crotchety old cats, and six kittens of various ages.

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#Tea time with Robecca and #Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican, from #Forever Winter

Will their love withstand the storm to come?

Sneak Peek from Forever Winter:

Oh, my. The air in her lungs froze as he teased and tasted her lips in a decadent, feather-soft kiss. She moaned into his mouth and closed her eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” He trailed his lips down her neck.

“Camden.” She gasped and gripped his broad shoulders for an anchor in the storm of bliss threatening to sweep her under. Spots dotted her vision like twinkling stars peeking through dark clouds. She blinked several times and nodded to the entryway. “We must control ourselves. Anyone could see.” The smirk crawling up his cheeks clenched something deep and primal inside her. She breathed harder and inched closer to his heaving chest.

“Let them. We are betrothed. Two people in love who are about to wed are expected to kiss.”

“Kiss, yes,” she whispered. “You, my lord, make love with your lips.” Heat flamed in her cheeks and surely reddened her face.

Camden laughed and trailed his fingers up her bare arm to the puffed sleeve. “Do I? You have never admitted that before.”

“There are some things you should not be privy to.”

“Really? I’m honored that my bride appreciates the way I kiss. If she didn’t, what kind of man would that make me?”

She stepped away and smacked his biceps. “There are eyes and ears everywhere, Camden. Especially today. I’m positive the servants are already gossiping that we are spending time together on the one day we should keep our distance. It is bad luck.” And since their chaperone had left them unaccompanied, she expected another servant to arrive any minute, courtesy of her mother.

Camden drew her back into his arms and brushed his lips across her hairline. “I make my own luck. We control our destiny, Susanna; no one else. Besides, you have nothing to worry about. The one activity we shared truly worth gossiping about will never reach the light of day.”

Meet Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican, the heroine in Forever Winter.

Robecca: “Thank you so much, Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican for taking tea with me. I do enjoy the rose garden on a perfect day. Well then, shall we start with the question everyone is dying to find out?

“How are things progressing since telling your story?”

Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican: “Splendidly. My story took place all in one day—my wedding day—and everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. I’m still in shock over it. Every young woman of my acquaintance has dreamed of her wedding since she was little, but the reality of my wedding day was a nightmare. But now, knowing what I do, I wouldn’t change anything. Camden and I proved our love to each other and showed our friends and family that nothing will ever stand between us. Our deep bond set the foundation of our marriage, and if our horrible wedding day couldn’t destroy us, nothing will.”

Robecca: “Oh my, how exciting indeed! What do you love most about Lord Beckinworth?”

Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican: “Oh, where to start? I’ve adored Camden since we were children. He’s eight years older than I am and the best friend of my older brothers. His parents and mine were great friends. Though he’d spent some on the Continent as some carefree rakes do, he returned home to England after his parents passed on and saved his crumbling family business from ruin. He’s now responsible, considerate, and appreciative of my bluestocking ideals. He respects me as a woman and his partner, and I couldn’t love him more for it.”

Robecca: “Quite the charm! But every lady reading the gossip pages wants to know what do you think his love language is?”

Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican: “My, I can’t believe you asked that. *Susanna fans herself* Camden is a passionate man, and I’m not immune to his charms. Nor is he to mine. Though our story is of the sweet variety, Camden’s kisses have always made me swoon—as you’ll read in Forever Winter.”

Robecca: “What mundane task have you mastered?”

Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican: “Camden owns and operates a cotton mill, and I’ve taken over the books. It’s an easy thing, really, since I had managed my father’s farm accounts for the past few years. I enjoy working with numbers, so I wouldn’t call the task mundane, but since the birth of my son, I don’t have as much time as I would like to delve through the books. Luckily, my assistant is a godsend. He’s handling the day-to-days while I oversee the monthly statements. Once my little boy grows older, I intend to take over the books in full.”

Lady Susanna Beckinworth née Lorican: “Thank you for the tea, Robecca, and the cookies are fabulous. We should definitely meet again for another chat.”

Robecca: “I couldn’t agree more! Lord Camden in Forever Winter is splendid!”


A perfect Christmas wedding, a snowstorm, and a shocking secret. What could go wrong?

Susanna Lorican must marry the man she loves before the truth is discovered, or face the gossip of the ton. With an unexpected snowstorm injuring the minister, her future hangs in the balance.

Viscount Camden Beckinworth vows to keep his bride safe, even if he must betray her confidence. When their love is put to the test, how will he uphold her honor without jeopardizing his own?

– Warning: this sweet, complete Regency romance novella features a brief scene where the heroine is assaulted.

– Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through Daulton Publishing, The Wild Rose Press, and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. 

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats. 

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