Thank you for visiting. I'm Linda Banche, and I write sweet/sensual Regency romances, most with humor, some with fantasy, and occasionally a paranormal.
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March 29 – April 3 The Long and the Short of It (LASR) Easter egg scavenger hunt
2/1/2010 Cover, blurb and excerpt of Mistletoe Everywhere, my Regency Christmas novella, is on my Books and Reviews page. Short blurb: A man who sees mistletoe everywhere is mad--or in love.
11/15/2009Lady of the Stars is a finalist in the Science Fiction Romance category of the EPIC (Electronically Published Internet Connection) 2010 EBook Competition (EPPIE). More information here.
9/30/2009 Pumpkinnapper,my Regency Halloween comedy is now available from The Wild Rose Press. Buy here!
See below for blurb and excerpt.
Lady of the Stars, my Regency time travel, is a finalist in the 2010 EPIC EBook Competition. Buy here!
4 stars from Romantic Times! Review here. (contains spoilers)
41/2 books from LASR! Review here. (contains spoilers)
Pumpkin thieves, a youthful love rekindled and a jealous goose. Oh, my.
Last night someone tried to steal the widowed Mrs. Emily Metcalfe's pumpkins. She's certain the culprit is her old childhood nemesis and the secret love of her youth, Henry, whom she hasn't seen in ten years.
Henry, Baron Grey, who's never forgotten the girl he loved but couldn't pursue so long ago, decides to catch Emily's would-be thief. Even after she reveals his childhood nickname--the one he would rather forget. And even after her jealous pet goose bites him in an ambarrassing place.
Oh, the things a man does for love.
Excerpt:
"Emily, even with Henry, formidable as he is--" Hank glared at the goose. The goose glared back "--you need protection. I will send over some footmen to guard the place."
"No. Turnip Cottage belongs to Charlotte's husband. What will the townspeople think, with Lord Grey's servants about my house?"
Her refusal increased his fury. The sight of her hand on that damned goose's head didn't improve his mood, either. He balled his fists as his patience thinned and something else thickened. "I'll find you a guard dog. You must have some protection out here all alone."
"But I have Henry." She patted the goose's head and the bird snuggled into her hand. Again.
Heat flooded Hank, part desire for Emily's touch, and part desire to murder that damned goose, who was where he wanted to be. His insides groaned. "Very well, then, you leave me no choice. I will help you catch the culprits."
"But--"
He changed his voice to the voice that either melted a woman or earned him a slap in the face. "Who knows, mayhap we would enjoy ourselves as I lie in wait with you." I would love to lie with you.
Her eyes widened. Had she understood the innuendo?
"I cannot stay alone with you, and you know it," she said, her voice severe.
"You are a widow in your own home and no one will see. I will make sure of it."
"No." She marched back into her cottage and slammed the door. Henry smirked and waddled away.
Hank grinned. He would be back, whether she liked it or not.