Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Royal Affair is out now!


Everyone loved the father of my heroes from the other books in the Princes of Dansilova stories, so I finally wrote the father's story.  This is a novella, so it only costs 99 cents.

Can one man find profound love three times in one lifetime?

Prince Royal Friedrich VonRamsberg’s life has been devoted to his duty to country and family. After many years as a widower, he finds himself feeling the stirring of love (and yes, desire) with a long-time family friend. Can he forge a lasting relationship so late in life?

Lady Marta Damrova has loved Friedrich VonRamsberg since she was a child. Believing he was beyond her reach, she married a much older man and thought she’d settled down. With their spouses passed on, they’re both free to love again. Will they find happiness in each other’s arms, or will an old secret tear them apart?




Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Two more days only!


Amazon is having a promotion for my book, Captain and Countess.  But only through July 2.  You can get the book for $1.99 rather than $3.49.

The book has 25 five star reviews and one four star review.  It's a jolly good read, if I do say so myself.  Check it out.

The book was one of the first Kindle Scout winners and winner of the 2014 Marlene Award for historical romance.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Platinum Event Friday, May 29

With host, Vickie Rose, I'll be having a Facebook event this Friday.  Fun, games, and giveaways, including a $100 Amazon gift card.  You can find the event here:


It starts at 5:00 pm Pacific Time or 7:00 Central Time

Stop by and party

Thursday, May 21, 2015

New release: Garden of Delights from Changeling Press


Book Summary
Wendy has to win the local garden show. Not only does she need to save her business, but she also wants revenge over her former lover and partner who absconded with the company assets.
Her local nurserywoman and friend directs her to a special place that can supply erotic plants for Wendy's exhibit. Sex sells, so she can't lose, right? What she doesn't count on is encountering a mysterious man named Sage who claims he's her guide. He guides her, all right, to physical intimacy more sublime than she's thought possible.
When Wendy commits the unthinkable in her efforts to defeat her ex-lover, only Sage can guide her back to the right path.

Chapter One
Normally, the sight of a garden center, newly stocked for spring planting, would make Wendy Stewart’s spirits soar, but she’d never had to worry about how to pay the bill before. And she’d never have guessed she’d be flat broke right before the biggest show of the season. Hell, she’d probably have to break her piggy bank to buy the six-pack of Early Girl tomatoes on sale for $2.99.

Mrs. Chance emerged from the storage area in back and headed straight for Wendy. She wore her serene grandmotherly smile as usual. Working with plants all day could give you a sunny outlook on life. Working with people, on the other hand, could sour your stomach, and Wendy had the incipient ulcer to prove it. She steeled herself for the encounter. She adored Mrs. Chance -- sincerely -- but she’d never had to ask for credit before.

“I’ve been expecting you, Wendy,” Mrs. Chance said. “You’ll need plants for the big garden show.”

“Sure will, Mrs. C.” Wendy pasted a smile on her face. “Thing is… I was wondering… we’ve known each other a long time, no?”

Mrs. Chance’s sweet expression didn’t falter. It was her trademark, along with the potting soil smudges on her fingers. “Jeff was in here the other day.”

“Oh, yeah?” Wendy’s stomach did a flop. “Buying stuff for the show, no doubt.”

“Practically bought me out,” Mrs. Chance said. “But I held back some of the best merchandise for you.”

Interesting. She hadn’t told anyone that, along with ending their romantic relationship, Jeff had also walked away with the assets of their business. Unless Jeff had said something, Mrs. Chance would have assumed Jeff was buying for the both of them.

“Really good of you,” Wendy said. “There’s one little thing I should tell you…”

Mrs. Chance crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Wendy to continue. Her smile had faded a bit. Wendy struggled for words but couldn’t come up with anything to sugarcoat the reality that she’d been screwed over royally by her ex-partner, in business and in bed.

“Jeff’s never been in here alone before,” Mrs. Chance said after a moment. “And he had quite a bill. He even bought my prize cymbidium orchid.”

Damn it all. Wendy had lusted after that plant for months, but Jeff had insisted it was too expensive. Now he’d have it for the flower and garden show. The rat bastard.

“Did he, now?” Wendy said.

“Sure did.”

“Figures,” Wendy grumbled.

“Is there something I should know?” Mrs. Chance said.

Wendy might as well spill the whole sorry story. Over the years, Mrs. Chance had been more than a supplier and even more than a friend. She’d acted as a mentor, teaching Wendy all sorts of secrets of how to tend for plants and flowers so they could perform at their best and make Wendy’s business -- and Jeff’s -- look great and get landscaping jobs.

“We’re no longer business partners,” Wendy said.

“So I gathered. A woman was waiting for Jeff in the car.”

“Yvette.” More bustline than brains that one, which explained why the woman adored Jeff so much. Her adoration fed his ego, which really needed no enhancement.

“The whole thing made me wonder what he was up to,” Mrs. Chance said.

“We broke up.” Might as well blurt it out.

“Hmmm.” Even Mrs. Chance’s sunny expression soured.

“And… well… as a result, I seem to be short of funds.”

“He took your money, didn’t he?” Mrs. Chance said.

“I’m going to get it back.” And she would, even if she had to sue his ass $and the person at the bank who let him loot their joint business account. “But for right now, I’m having what you might call a cash flow problem.”

“I can imagine you are.” Mrs. Chance didn’t have to add all the cash had flowed to Jeff. The fact that Wendy was here admitting to be penniless said it for both of them.

“There’s only one thing for you to do, then,” Mrs. Chance said. “You’ll have to win the Grand Prize in the show.”

“I’m going to need plants to do it.”

“You’ve come to the right place,” Mrs. Chance said. “I have lots of plants. Some most people aren’t even aware of.”

“I can’t pay you now.” Wendy fairly held her breath as she waited for an answer.

“Oh, pooh.” Mrs. Chance waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll pay me well enough once you’ve won the trophy and you have more jobs -- and money -- than you know what to do with.”

“My intention, for sure.” Not just to win the trophy but to wave it under Jeff’s nose to taunt him. That’d teach him to try to sink her business.

“Well, then, let’s get you started,” Mrs. Chance said. “I have plenty more cymbidiums and lots of annuals. You’ll want some rolls of grass for a lawn. We can put together a pool and fountain.”

“Wow, you really are thinking ambitiously.” The display was already planning itself in Wendy’s imagination. An enchanted waterfall surrounded by flowers with a gravel path leading past a reflecting pool.

“I have a way to guarantee you’ll win the competition.” Mrs. Chance leaned toward Wendy and gave her a wicked smile -- the sort of woman-to-woman thing that said “the bastard will be sorry he crossed us.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you about something for a while,” Mrs. Chance said. “But I didn’t trust your partner with the knowledge.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I have a special section of my nursery for only my best customers. I guarantee you’ll find what you need there,” Mrs. Chance said. “In every sense of the word ‘need,’ if you get my drift.”

Wendy had never thought of her favorite plant lady as having ‘needs,’ if she got Mrs. Chance’s drift correctly. But the woman wasn’t all that old, and Wendy had never met a Mr. Chance.  Could she have something or someone around who provided sexual services?

No, too weird. She wouldn’t even consider it. Although Mrs. Chance’s grin had taken a seriously lecherous turn. This was just a plant nursery, right?

“You want to go around to the back. There’s a walled-in garden. Knock on the gate that says ‘positively no admittance.’ I’ll text Sage to let you in.”

“Sage?” Wendy repeated. “Like the herb?”

“More like the learned one -- a sage. Everything back there goes through him.” Mrs. Chance put her hand on Wendy’s shoulder. Conspirators again. “You’ll like Sage, and I’m sure he’ll like you.”

“All right, Mrs. C., and thanks.” Wendy turned to head off toward the back of the nursery, but Mrs. Chance held her for a moment.

“Remember,” Mrs. Chance said. “The gate marked ‘positively no admittance.’”


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

New raffle for May

I'll be raffling off another of my projects, a hand crocheted stole, to celebrate the release of my new story from Changeling Press, Garden of Delights.

The raffle will be announced on my e-mail newsletter on May 14.  I'll announce the winner on May 28.  To enter, you only need to be on my mailing list.  To get added, send me an e-mail at


Thursday, March 5, 2015

Available for pre-order: Captain and Countess from Kindle Scout

This book won the Washington Romance Writers' 2014 Marlene Award for historical romance.  It was also one of the first books selected for publication by Kindle Scout.  Needless to say, I'm rather proud of it.


In this sensuous Regency romance, Jason, Lily, and Bess become engaged to the wrong people. 

Captain Jason Northcross desperately desires his sister, Lily, to marry into noble society. To achieve a duchy for his sister, he needs a proper marriage for himself. His status guarantees an easily achieved betrothal, and he should have no trouble selecting one of the eligible young ladies during his party in the countryside. However, distracted from his goal, he has a hard time keeping his hands off his neighbor, Lady Rushford.

The late Earl of Rushford's widow, Bess Webster, believes romance has passed her by. So why can’t she keep Captain Northcross out of her dreams? And how does he inflame passions she didn’t know she had? While she should be focused on penning novels and finding husbands for her friends, her thoughts center on broad shoulders and laughing green eyes.

Will these misaligned engagements be set straight before the final vows have been spoken?


Also, I'm raffling off a hand-knitted cowl.

If you'd like to enter, send me an e-mail at authoralicegaines@gmail.com

Monday, March 2, 2015

Out now! Beauty Awakened

The third book in the Princess of Danislova series.


Barnes and Noble


Chapter One
The youngest prince of Danislova was as cute as a bug. And he danced like a dream. So divinely, in fact, that Dixie Anne Beaumont allowed herself to snuggle into his embrace as he guided them around the dance floor.

In her travels, Dixie usually ran in pretty exalted circles. She’d met a few nobles in her day. Most were her daddy’s age. Some had tried to let their happy hands go exploring in places on her body she didn’t appreciate—advances she’d rebuffed by suggesting they’d lose a few fingers if they kept it up. None had interested her until this one. And if she could read his signals correctly, he was interested, too.

“How long are you staying in Danislova?” he said as he managed the exact distance between them to get nice and close but not close enough for others to disapprove.

“I hadn’t given it much thought beyond serving as my friend Casey’s bridesmaid. Or I guess I should say matron.”

His eyebrows went up. “Matron, not maid?”

“I was married for a time,” she said. “The worst five years of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m rid of him now.” Phil, her asshole ex, had tried to ruin Casey’s chance at happiness. Dixie had intervened to save the day, and now she’d been part of a royal wedding party. Great fun all around.

“The men in my family don’t divorce,” the prince said.

“You don’t say. That’s as good a reason to stay single as I’ve ever heard.”

He laughed and pulled her an inch or two closer. “I like the way you think.”

“I like the way you dance, Your Highness.”

The spark of masculine interest entered his blue eyes again. He’d been sending signals since she first arrived for the rehearsal dinner. After a lifetime of flirting, minus the five years with Phil, Dixie knew how to send them back. Things were moving along smoothly.

“We know each other well enough to use first names, don’t you think?” he said.

Indeed. And they’d know each other more than well before she headed home. Maybe sooner rather than later. “I’m Dixie Anne, but my friends call me Dixie.”

“Only people who don’t know me call me Your Highness,” he answered. “And only my family uses my real name, Ulrich. I’m Rick to everyone else.”

The everyone else probably included a whole lot of women. He stood tall and wore finely tailored clothes. Unlike his brothers and father, who were eye candy in their own right, Rick VonRamsberg had blond hair and blue eyes with insanely long lashes. Dimples and a mouth created for sin made him perfectly irresistible, and she had no reason to resist.

He swirled them and dipped so when they came back up, their bodies touched. Interesting.

“My father is planning to take Casey and her parents on a tour of Danislova,” he said. “Can you stay long enough to come with us?”

“No one’s invited me.”

“I’m inviting you.” His voice dropped in pitch, just enough to suggest his invitation had less to do with touring castles than touring each other.

“I don’t know. I have responsibilities at home.”

He stiffened ever so slightly. “What responsibilities?”

“My dog, for one.” Come to think of it, she probably didn’t have any other responsibility at all.

“Where’s the dog now?”

“My ex is taking care of her.” It had been Phil’s idea to get a dog, but he’d wanted something big and masculine, not a tiny mutt.

“Can he continue to keep the dog?”

“I guess.” Phil would complain. Let him.

“There, you see?”

The music stopped, but he didn’t release her for a few seconds. They stood, staring into each other’s faces, until common sense returned and she stepped back. Still, he didn’t let her go completely but curved her arm around his to lead her from the dance floor.

“Let’s find some champagne, shall we?” he said.

“Let’s do.”

Luckily, a server carrying a tray of champagne flutes stopped by, and the prince took two glasses. As he handed one to Dixie, he gave her a slight bow. All very regal and proper. The gleam in his eyes as he did it suggested he could follow up with improper behavior if given the chance. Her breath caught for a split second. He made a stunning display of masculine beauty, and for a moment her imagination went wild picturing what she’d find under the starched, white shirt. Or more importantly inside his pants. Somehow, she’d have to find a way to get beyond subtle to direct or they could end up dancing around each other for days before they got down to the nitty-gritty.

Keeping her gaze steadily on his, she tipped her glass against the one in his hand and then curled her arm around his to bring her champagne to her mouth.

His eyes widened in surprise for no more than a heartbeat, but then, he bent his own arm so he could drink as well. The action brought their faces only inches from each other, and she couldn’t help but stare as his lower lip touched the glass. He caressed it, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to look away, the scamp. It was a purely seductive move that connected to her heart and places south, excitement zinging along her nerves. Oh, my. Oh, my, oh, my.

Suddenly, the air seemed to grow hot, and she pulled back and lifted a hand to fan her face. He simply stood, smiling. He knew the effect he had on her, and he was enjoying himself. Two could play at that, and she could get a rise out of him if she tried. Literally.

She turned toward the dance floor, as if she had any interest in anyone out there. Her heartbeat continued at a rapid pace.

“You don’t resemble your brothers or your father,” she said.

“I look like my mother’s side of the family,” he said.

“You’re all handsome devils, though, aren’t you?” she said. “Even your father.”

He took a position next to her, almost touching, and also feigned an interest in the dancers. “Are you including me in that?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m flattered,” he answered.

“Not flattery if it’s true.”

“Shall I return the compliment?”

She glanced at him out of the corners of her eyes. “Only if it’s honest.”

“Honesty,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

The rapid beat of her heart became a flutter. “I don’t see how that’s possible. I mean, the bride—”

“Casey’s lovely. So are Felice and Lady Marta and any number of other women.” He turned toward her. “They aren’t you.”

“Why, sir, you take my breath away.” In times of stress and excitement, the southern part of her personality snuck out. She was certainly excited now.

He didn’t remark on the accent she still carried but smiled in a way that suggested she’d charmed him. “What shall we do to get your breath back?”

“Nothing. I like it this way.”

“You’re very direct, Miss…Dixie.” He was smiling in earnest now, his expression suggesting openness to anything she might say.

“My granny taught me to say what I mean and mean what I say,” she replied.

“Very admirable of her.”

“So, what I’m thinking is one of us should seduce the other,” she said. “I just can’t decide which.”

His eyes widened in surprise, no doubt at her directness, but then, his grin widened. “Why not make it mutual?”

“Mutual seduction.” Success. If she’d stayed around for the tour of Danislova, she would have ended up in his bed at some point. Why put off the pleasure?

“That sounds wonderful,” she said. “But we should be discreet. The whole world doesn’t need to know our business.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Later, then? I’ll come to you.”

“I’ll find you, instead.” That way, she could leave once they’d had their fun. No point getting attached to anyone because after five years of Phil Comstock she’d never get married again.

“Fine,” he said. “I’m in the family wing, near Casey and Kurt. I’ll leave my door ajar so you’ll know where I am.”

“I’ll come after the party winds down.”

“I’ll be there.”

Just then, Casey came running up to Dixie almost at top speed. She caught Dixie’s wrist. “Come on. I’m going to throw the bouquet.”

Dixie held back. “Oh, no. You’re not getting me into that crowd.”

“But you might catch it,” Casey said.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Dixie said. “I made that mistake once.”

Casey tugged in Dixie’s wrist again. “Come on.”

Rick took Dixie’s glass. “If the bride wants you to do something…”

“Rick’s right,” Casey said. “It’s my wedding. I get to order everyone around.”

“Oh, all right.” Dixie allowed Casey to pull her away from the gorgeous man she’d be having sex with later. She’d have to kill time until then, anyway. In the meantime, she’d duck if the bouquet got within ten feet of her.