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Good morning, RU! Today, I’d like to welcome fellow Sourcebooks author Emery Lee to the classroom. I first met Emery, not through our mutual publisher, but through her fabulous Goodreads forum. Emery is here to talk about the many ways in which authors can connect with readers. Emery, the class is yours!

You are brimming with hope, joy and anticipation. Your beautiful shiny new novel, the work of your blood (if you count paper cuts), sweat, and tears is about to launch  – into the vast sea of a gazillion other beautiful shiny new novels – many by authors far better known, with many more books under their belts.

The image is both daunting and dismaying. With thousands of authors and tens of thousands of books being released each year, the good news is that the popularity of romantic fiction continues to grow. An estimated 74.8 million people read at least one romance novel per year according to a 2008 RWA Reader Survey. Furthermore, projected romance sales are estimated to exceed $1.3 billion this year. But with over 8,000 traditionally published romance titles released last year, in addition to the recent glut of self-pubbed books, how can we “newbies” avoid drowning in this tsunami?

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"Lee brings the atmosphere of the Georgian era to life with lush descriptions that beg the reader to see, hear, feel and touch it all....with a lively cast of characters and surprising twists and turns that are reminiscent of Fielding’s Tom Jones or Defoe’s Moll Flanders."-RT BOOK REVIEWS

Philip Drake has the look of a man acutely aware of his surroundings. He emanates a sort of restless energy, not of the nervous variety, but of a man accustomed to taking charge of those around him. He regards me first assessingly, and then flashes a raffish smile that makes my pulse speed up, but then Philip, even at his worst, has always had that effect on me.

“So, Miss Lee,” he says, “To what do I owe the honor of this interview?”

“It seems there are many misperceptions about you, my lord-”

“Philip, please.” He meets me with his intense, dark gaze and then smiles warmly. “I am, after all, indebted to you for my very existence.”

“Thank you.” I return the smile and try to suppress my rising color. “I had hoped we could chat briefly.”

He nods, relaxes in his chair, and crosses a booted ankle over his knee.

“Philip, when readers were first introduced to you in THE HIGHEST STAKES as a brother-in-arms and boon companion to Robert Devington, many were shocked and dare I say even repulsed, by your selfish opportunism.”

“Ouch.”Philip winces and then laughs a brief, harsh sound. “I confess I had imagined we might ease into this but you don’t parry words, do you?”

I prompt him with silence.

He sighs. “Everyone has moments in their past that they would change if they could, don’t they? While I won’t make excuses, please know that I’ve had to live with the consequences of my past and it has not been pretty. In those years of which you speak, I was deeply dissatisfied and brimming with resentment of what it could have and should have been, and perpetually sought to dull my disillusionment with easy women and hard drinking. My behavior was irresponsible at the best of times and reprehensible at the worst. I was bitter, as if I’d been dealt an unfair hand or played against cogged dice. I sought to meet the world in the same manner it met me. I was wrong.”

“Dare I ask you to share some of that bitter experience with us? The broken heart, mayhap?”

Philip glances at the ceiling and shifts in his chair. “Got any brandy?” he asks with a chuckle. “I don’t generally bare my soul without it.”

“Please,” I cajole. “You know this is a great opportunity to clear up many misperceptions about you.”

He answers, as if to put me off. “It’s a very long story, that of Sukey and me.”

I am a tenacious interviewer, however, and continue to press. “Then how about the Reader’s Digest condensed version?”

“Alright,” he concedes with a false groan. “Sukey , Lady Messingham, and I first met in a gaming room at the Rose Tavern at Marylebone Pleasure Gardens…”

“That place?”

“It was much more respectable back then,” he laughs. “I was having a singular night at the Hazard Table and ready to throw out another cast when a purse of fifty pounds dropped onto the table. I looked up to see a bemasked goddess in a green gown. I was instantly smitten.”

“And?”

“She would have none of me, or at least not in the way I envisioned.” He smirks. “Yet, she had set her sights on me.”

“Really? In what way?”

“I was singled out to become her gaming pedagogue. Sukey was recently widowed and in dire need of money and had had for some unfathomable reason the inane notion that gaming could keep her housed, clothed, and fed in a fashionable manner.”

“Come, Philip, be fair! That seems an unjust judgment on your part, given thatyou had maintained yourself in precisely that way for a number of years.”

“But it’s not the same for a woman,” he argues, “especially such a desirable woman as Sukey. When a man loses at the tables, he is expected to pay. If he cannot, he can expect drawn swords at dawn with a potentially fatal, but nevertheless, honorable outcome. If a woman loses and is unable to pay her debt of honor, her only option of payment is ….let us say… not quite so honorable. So I endeavored to dissuade her, and failing that, saw myself as her protector, a role she greatly resented.”

“Indeed a rocky start!”

“I fear we have been at odds more times than not, but she is indeed my soul mate.”

The taut lines of his face soften and his eyes glow with warmth as he speaks of her. (Sigh.) I realize I never would have stood a chance.

“Final question, Philip – how would you best describe yourself now?”

“Now? The rogue resurfaces in his reply. “I am a virtual paragon, don’t you know. A shining example of a man reformed…outwardly.” He pauses and grows suddenly solemn. “Inwardly, I would best say I am a man who has finally made peace with himself. “

When I began writing FORTUNE’S SON, I was obsessed with capturing the tone and excitement of the Georgian gaming world. Second only to creating an intense chemistry between Philip and Lady Susannah, my greatest desire was to completely immerse the reader in their world.

What would it look like?
Sound like?
Feel like?

You cannot even imagine how I shook when I read my first review:

“Lee brings the atmosphere of the Georgian era to life with lush descriptions that beg the reader to see, hear, feel and touch it all….with a lively cast of characters and surprising twists and turns that are reminiscent of Fielding’s Tom Jones or Defoe’s Moll Flanders.” -RT Book Reviews

Now, I bid you all welcome to the Georgian gaming world of FORTUNE’S SON

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FORTUNE’S SON is precisely such a story in which the path to love is fraught with many obstacles. It chronicles a complicated relationship between two very flawed and multifaceted characters who by outward appearances seem completely incompatible, but who inwardly mirror one another in many ways. And while neither the young and feckless adventurer, Philip Drake, nor the jaded widow Lady Susannah Messingham has any intention of romantic entanglements, Fate, however, has other things in store.

FORTUNE’S SON is about failings, foibles and forgiveness; selfish desires and self-less sacrifice, and ultimately of the redeeming power of love.

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