Donna Hatch, author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” has won writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she is a sought-after workshop presenter, and juggles multiple volunteer positions and her six children. A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.
Q&A With the Author:
What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
Confidence is a major stumbling block. I always worry that my books aren’t good enough and that my latest manuscript–whatever it is–is the most ridiculous, worthless drivel that has ever had the misfortune of being put on a page. I usually overcome it by talking to a critique partner. Reading fan mail sure helps, too.
What kind of music do you listen to while you write?
I like either classical music or new age–nothing with lyrics or a drum beat. There’s a Pandora station called Regency Classical that I like to listen to while I write those first few chapters. It help me create that believable Regency feel.
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“Determined to help her father with his political career, Jocelyn sets aside dreams of love. When she meets the handsome and mysterious Grant Amesbury, her dreams reawaken. But his secrets put her family in peril. Grant goes undercover to capture conspirators avowed to murder the prime minister, but his only suspect is the father of a courageous lady who is growing increasingly hard to ignore. He can’t allow Jocelyn to distract him from the case, nor will he taint her with his war-darkened soul. She seems to see past the barriers surrounding his heart, which makes her all the more dangerous to his vow of remaining forever alone. Jocelyn will do anything to clear her father’s name, even if that means working with Grant. Time is running out. The future of England hangs in the balance…and so does their love.”
She glanced back at the doorway. He had arrived. With
hair as dark as a starless night, a tall figure clad almost entirely in black
strode toward them. Something shifted inside her and she took a step back from
his presence of power. As he neared, his air of deadliness swept ahead of him
like a giant clearing the path. Piercing gray eyes set in his fearsomely
handsome face caught and held her gaze as he drew nearer.
She chided herself. Grant Amesbury had protected her.
Why everything about him seemed so deadly tonight, she couldn’t explain, but
she surely had nothing to fear from him. Firmly wearing the role of hostess,
she moved to welcome him. He was dressed in beautifully tailored clothing, as
fashionable as the clothes he’d worn the night he’d brought home Jonathan. His
new haircut and style gave him Town polish.
“Welcome, Mr. Amesbury.” She sank into a curtsy.
He inclined his head. “You look lovely.” The words
fell awkwardly from his lips as if he’d rehearsed them. She doubted he often
paid compliments to anyone.
“How kind of you to say.”
He paused and focused on her. Something changed in his
expression. He studied her in a way that sent heat from her face clear down to
her toes. Oh heavens, if these were the kind of looks he was capable of giving,
he clearly was dangerous to ladies, but not in the way she’d thought.
Her attention zeroed in on his lips, and hers tingled
in response. Powerless under his stare, she wrenched her gaze from his and
nervously touched her brooch as if to assure herself it remained in place,
anything to restore her good sense, which had quite literally failed her for a
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