It's Re-Release Time!

As most of you know, I have decided to re-release all nine books in the Cotillion Ball Series, plus the novella prequel, as I regained the rights to this landmark series. Book 7 in the series, Expressly Yours, Samantha, is available for pre-orders now and will be released on May 30. It contains one of my favorite tropes–a girl who disguises herself as a boy or man. In this case, Samantha, or Sam, decides to sign on with the Pony Express until she can reach her 18th birthday and legally be free of her uncle. Here's the cover of this tale that has fast horses, duplicity and intrigue. There's even a reference to my favorite explorer, Jedediah Smith.

https://www.amazon.com/Expressly-Yours-Samantha-Cotillion-Ball-ebook/dp/B07RCKBDQD/ref=sr_1_10?keywords=becky+lower&qid=1558135139&s=gateway&sr=8-10

The novella prequel, An Unconventional Courtship, is still available at no charge. If you'd like to read about how George and Charlotte met and fell in love, this sweet little tale will help you understand how they raised such unique children. Here's the link for the free download: https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/wPvUwkuJ

Happy Reading! Load up your Kindle and get ready for the beach.

On The Cutting Edge

My latest entry into the Cotillion Ball Series will be unveiled on September 1. That's only one week away!

The Duplicitous Debutante is the sixth book in the Fitzpatrick family saga. And it features some

goodies that don't appear anywhere else. What, you might ask? How about a family tree? On the advice of my good friend, I used my own genealogy software to create a family tree for the Fitzpatricks. I was having problems remembering who among the children was having babies and when, so laying it all out on paper was a good exercise. And the tree looked quite impressive. I sent it to my publisher, who thought the idea had merit. So, the first version of the family tree will appear in The Duplicitous Debutante, and will be updated in each of the remaining books in the series.

While we were piecing together the tree, the publisher asked if I had titles yet for the remaining three books. I had a title for the next book in the series, and synopses for the two after that, but no titles yet.  A quick check in with the brain trust (me, my best friend, my sister, and my writing partner) and I had my titles. Book 7--Expressly Yours, Samantha, is about the Pony Express and will make its appearance in March, 2015. It features the last boy in the family, Valerian. Book 8 is The Widow's Salvation, due out in October, 2015. It takes place a year after the Civil War begins and features Pepper. Her husband has been killed at Ft. Sumter, leaving her alone with three young boys. She volunteers at an Army hospital and meets a doctor. Book 9 will finish off the series by featuring Saffron, the youngest Fitzpatrick. She's entered her teenage years during the Civil War, and all the men who would have been suitors are off fighting the war. She's The Forgotten Debutante. It is scheduled for release in March, 2016. My publisher and I also realized we were missing the story of Charlotte and George's courtship, so I wrote a novella, Charlotte's Unconventional Courtship, as a prequel to the series. No release date yet on that one.

I'm also trying some new things to promote the book. I've got two blog tours lined up--one for September and one in October, something I've never tried before. I've got ads scheduled for September in Eye On Romance and The Romance Reviews. I'm also a participant in The Romance Review's blog hop during September, and appearing on several other blogs as a guest. I'll try to keep everyone informed on when and where I'll be. I'm also attempting something new, using social media. It's called Thunderclap. I need to line up 100 volunteers to join me in putting a message out on social media on September 1. You don't even need to think about it beyond offering your support by signing up here: http://thndr.it/1lXOcXX Thunderclap does the work on September 1.

Will all this effort work? I'm hoping it will, but there are a lot of things being tried for the first time, so I don't know. I want to always be shaking things up with my promotional efforts, and trying new things. I've been looking for the magic bullet that will vault my books to the tops of Amazon's charts, but, just when I think I'm starting to get a handle on things, the floor shifts once again.

I'll keep trying.

Wagons East--Part Deux

I'm back from my hasty trip out west, and it was as awe-inspiring as I'd hoped it would be. I hooked up with my sister in Salt Lake City and the next morning we took a couple side jogs. Salt Lake is the place Jedediah Smith (my hero!) called his home away from home. He owned a house in St. Louis, but was rarely seen in such a civilized town. He preferred the solitude of Salt Lake and Antelope Island. Of course, there was no causeway in Jed's day, so he had to row the seven miles. Here are some of pictures I took on Antelope Island. The water has so much salt in it, it looks white. A person swimming in the lake bobs like a cork, with 25% of his body above the water.

A herd of bison roams free on Antelope Island. Starting with a herd of only twelve, the number of bison now is close to 600. I got out of the car for this picture, but was afraid to get any closer. Especially since I've been reading about buffalo stampedes...

From Antelope Island, we took another side trip once we got into Wyoming to pay homage to Jed Smith, who discovered the South Pass. Actually, he re-discovered it. It was first written about in a journal in 1812, but not until Jedediah Smith found it was it used by settlers coming over the mountains. The temperature was about 13 degrees, and the wind was blowing about 50 mph, so I just got one quick picture and jumped back in the car. We were going to head on to South Pass City, but as soon as we left South Pass, we ran headlong into a blizzard with white-out conditions. So, heeding Jed Smith's immortal words "Sometimes to get where you're going, you must turn around," we headed back the seventy miles we had come to get to a lesser elevation.

The next day found us in Cheyenne, Wyoming. This building was erected in 1832 in downtown Cheyenne, and captures the essence of the town.Just imagine horses and buggies instead of the cars. It was cold and icy on the streets and sidewalks.

Nebraska was a lot of fun. As we rode into town, I spotted the Red Door Cafe, so we decided to have dinner there. The cafe was part of the museum, so we spent a few minutes looking at artifacts, and acting silly. Here I am in one of my fantasy moments. I always wanted to be a bar wench...

When I discovered there were bison burgers available in the saloon, we were set for dinner. The saloon was attached to the museum and was decorated like an old-time saloon from the movies, complete with a piano player. There were four men sitting at a table playing cards, resplendent in  cowboy hats, boots and big buckles holding up their jeans. It was such an iconic moment, I moseyed on over and asked if I could take their picture. I explained that I wrote romances about the old west. One of the guys replied that he wasn't a romantic hero, but he was horny! This picture made the whole trip worthwhile.

In North Platte, NE, I finally caught sight of the Platte River. This river played a significant part in the settling of the west, as the wagon trains followed it for hundreds of miles, and the wagons had to cross the river numerous times as the terrain changed. Many livestock and human lives were sacrificed on these banks. Even though it was very cold, I braved the elements to get my picture, thinking about what a small price I had to pay for the view compared to those who were part of the wagon trains.

And finally, in the small town of Gothenburg, NE, we took a quick jog into town off the interstate and I caught a picture of one of the original pony express stations. For those of you who aren't familiar with this part of America's history, I'll provide a quick history lesson. From 1860 until 1861, the Pony Express operated from St. Louis, MO to Sacramento, CA. Riders were charged with getting the mail from one point to the other in ten days' time. In order to do so, riders galloped across plains, mountains, in all kinds of weather, braving the elements and the arrows of Indians. They would change horses every ten to fifteen miles and only be able to hand over the mail to another rider at the big stations, which were roughly 170 miles apart. At these stations, they were able to rest, eat some grub and get some sleep until the rider came from the other direction with his load of mail. This picture is one of the large stations, and is now the highlight of Gothenburg's town square.

We hurried through the rest of the trip--Iowa, Illiniois, Indiana and Ohio--trying to beat the snow. Besides, back in the 1850s, those states were considered civilized, and there really wasn't much to see. Glad to be back home for awhile, but eager to get back to those cowboys in Nebraska!