Teresa Howard is the author of seven romance novels. Five are historical romance and two are time travels. They are CHEROKEE EMBRACE. DESIRE’S BRIDE, VELVET THUNDER, YESTERDAY’S PROMISE, WINGS OF LOVE, CONFEDERATE VIXEN and
Teresa has always been a romantic. From the time she was a child, she sat in the shade of a giant oak, traveling to distant destinations, meeting amazing people, experiencing the love that grows between them. When Teresa was in high school, male friends would ask her to write love notes to their girl friends on their behalf. They claimed that they benefited greatly from her efforts. The girls were none the wiser. They simply were amazed at the sensitive, romantic boys they dated.
Teresa’s mother, Nelda Kinney Ingram, suffered from breast cancer. For eight months, Teresa was by her mother’s side. During that time, she read over two hundred romance novels. When her precious mother died, she was buried on a Friday. Teresa took pencil and paper and began her first novel. The first scene she wrote was the account of the death of the hero’s mother. Sometime later, CHEROKEE EMBRACE, was complete. It sold to Kensington Publishers.
It is almost impossible for an author to sell the first book he/she writes. Teresa says she is greatly blessed; she has written seven novels and all of them have been published. A point of interest: the scene of the death of the hero’s death (in CHEROKEE EMBRACE) did not make it into the final book. It was simply too personal.
Teresa is a member of Georgia Romance Writers, Romance Writers of America, 2010’s Hilton’s Woman of the Year, and Professional Women’s Association to name a few.
She lives in Georgia with her husband, Dr. George E Howard, and enjoys collecting crosses, teddy bears, doing yoga and watching romantic movies. George and Teresa met when he was Teresa’s major professor at the University of Georgia. While getting her masters degree in New Testament and Early Christian Literature a love of epic proportion was born.
But that’s a romance left to be shared another day…
One of Teresa's newest releases: FOR LOVE ALONE
Summer Skye Danvers
Summer changes like a shifting kaleidoscope from a naïve southern belle to the elusive Duchess of Tyndale to a mother, to a widow. Through it all, she loves one man, Lord Charles Zachery Clayton. Will she ever possess him as her own?
Charles Zachery “Chaz” Clayton
Since Summer was little more than a toddler, she held a special place in Chaz’s heart. Indeed, she has been a guiding force throughout his life. But will she ever be his wife?
Summer and Chaz share joy, loss, danger, tragedy and rebirth. Through it all, their loves thrives. But the road to their happily ever after is strewn with obstacles. Will their love survive the challenges that face them?
In a world where marriage is a matter of politics and property, can they ever marry for love alone?
"Why didn't you tell her how you feel?" Nate asked once they were alone.
Skye's despair turned to anger. Tears welled in her eyes. She dropped her gaze to hide her feelings and stared at the hands clutched in her lap.
"What would you have me say, Nate? Would you have me beg and plead? Wail like an infant because I am being sacrificed to a man old enough to be my father? Sacrificed so that I might erase the scandal created by my father, a man whose only sin was wanting to be loved by a flesh and blood woman other than his daughters, the father who promised that I could marry for love alone, even if he did not. Especially since he did not."
"Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way. She is our mother, after all. But you might have mentioned that you are opposed to this marriage."
Skye felt her brother looking down upon her. She couldn't bear to meet his gaze. He would see her pain. And no one must see her pain. "I mentioned it often enough to have postponed the event for five years. Not an easy task considering Tyndale's desire for an heir. An heir I will strive to give him."
Placing his gloved hand beneath her chin, he lifted her face. "You're following the same path as Father. An arranged marriage, devoid of love. It can only lead to disaster."
She covered his hand with her own. "No. I will not make Papa's mistakes. I am stronger. I must be. Mother needs this alliance with Tyndale. Papa's—" her voice broke "—death and betrayal destroyed her safe, secure world. She can't leave this house for the scandal he created."
Her grip tightened unconsciously. "Gracious Nate, he died in another woman's home — one that he provided for her. As a Christian, I don't judge him. After all, I don't know what was in his heart at the moment of his death. And as a daughter, I make allowances for him. I loved and respected him. I always will."
Though her words were powerful, her voice was flat, as if she were bloodless, dispassionate. So unlike the girl she had once been. She could see worry reflected in Nate's eyes. But this was her way of coping with the pain… the loss… the future.
"As a woman, I understand mother's position. She has to get away from here, but it can't look like she's running away."
"Surely things are not bad enough to send the two of you fleeing across the sea."
"You have to know what mother's been through to understand. Her dearest friends pity her. You know mama's pride. She can't bear the shame. She's hurt and she's scared and she's desperate."
Unconsciously, she straightened, trying to appear more substantial than she felt. "She wasn't reared to withstand a scandal like this, and she certainly wasn't reared to live in a world where Yankees might burn the house down over our heads at any moment."
Pain darkened her gaze. "And tomorrow, after Tyler joins you in this insane war, strangers will run Crimson Hills. Strangers, Nate. Mama can't bear to see that. If I marry his grace and mama accompanies me to England, she can come home one day, after the war, when it's safe… after the scandal dies down. When you boys are home to take care of her and Crimson Hills, she can return in triumph, as the mother of a duchess."
Nate pulled her to her feet. He held her by the shoulders, looked deep into her eyes, trying to see into her very soul. "What about you, birdie? Marriage is forever. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"
"I will do as I must." When he made to argue again, she pressed her fingertips against his lips. "Please Nate, I've accepted my fate." Her voice broke slightly. "Don't make this any harder for me than it already is."
Nodding, he kissed the tips of her fingers then brought her hand to his heart. "You are a remarkable woman, Skye Danvers."
"I pray to God Almighty that you are right."
"I'm always right." He dimpled.
She smiled as he intended. "I love you, Nate."
"And I love you, Skye birdie." His gaze suddenly turned mischievous. "You haven't asked when your prospective bridegroom will arrive."
"I don't understand."
"He sent someone to stand proxy in the ceremony." He paused for emphasis. "An old friend of yours."
Skye felt a sense of foreboding.
"Tyndale was occupied with affairs of state and unable to leave the Isle. So he asked Chaz…"
Skye no longer heard her brother for the roar in her ears. It was the far side of too much. The same afternoon Chaz had stolen her heart, her sixteenth birthday, he had made her promise to marry for love alone. Now he would make that an impossibility. A fist of betrayal squeezed her heart. Her last girlhood dream slipped through her fingers.
But she twitched not so much as an eyelash.
The Isle of Man
Forty miles off the coast of England
"Oh, Skye, white silk and gros de suez lace. It's absolutely divine. And a real Worth gown. You will be the envy of every lady at the ball."
"The dress is beautiful, isn't it?" Summer Skye Danvers agreed.
"It's not just the dress, and you know it."
With a dramatic sigh, Lady Regina Clayton fell back onto her four poster bed. Her lilac skirts fluttered in the air, obscuring her from Skye’s view for a moment. When she emerged from the mounds of organdy, she met her friend’s gaze in the mirror. A wistful expression sculpted her face.
"If only I had your bosom,“ the British beauty began. “And you two years younger than me." She glared at her rather flat front. "I despair of ever achieving a womanly shape."
Skye wanted to laugh, though she didn’t dare. "I would gladly change places with you, Reggie. I feel as if I'm trailing the prow of a ship. My chest enters a room before I do. Can you imagine how I'll look when I'm old? I'll need a wheel barrel to carry these things around."
Skye tugged on the bodice of her gown, in a vain attempt to hide her womanly curves.
Reggie giggled. "Perhaps you’re right. Let us forget your bosom then. Pretend that you are waltzing with the man you love."
Obediently, Skye twirled in front of the mirror. On her second revolution, she halted halfway, her stare pinned to the entrance of Reggie's room. Lord Charles Zachary Clayton was leaning against the doorjamb, looking at her in a way that left her breathless. Heat crept up from her chest into her cheeks. She prayed that the young nobleman had not overheard their conversation about her shape.
Reggie followed Skye's gaze. “Chaz.” Smiling at her big brother, she popped up like a Jack-in-the-box. "Doesn’t Skye look lovely?"
"Reggie," Skye scolded, very nearly expiring on the spot. If she had not been reared a southern lady, she would have gladly boxed Reggie's ears. But striking one's dearest friend was hardly proper. Her mother would wear her out with a hairbrush for even considering it. So after shooting her friend a look, Skye acted the lady. She dipped into a low curtsy and murmured an appropriate greeting to the Earl of Somerset.
"Skye." Chaz bowed in response. "You look more than lovely. You are a vision."
Dimpling sweetly, Skye reveled in Chaz’s compliment.
"What do you hide behind your back, brother?" Reggie said.
"A present for our guest."
"For me?" Skye enthused.
Skye watched in awe as Chaz crossed the room. He moved with a grace that put other mere mortals to shame. With effort, she suppressed a sigh.
"I have it on good authority that today is your birthday," Chaz began.
"Uncle is giving a ball tonight in Skye's honor," Reggie said.
"It is too kind of him.”
Chaz shook his head. "Not at all. Uncle has a special affection for you. Everybody knows that."
Unconvinced that the legendary Lord of Man gave her more than a passing thought, Skye centered her attention on Chaz. She detected a strained look about his mouth. It disappeared so quickly, however, that she was certain she had imagined it. His smile was firmly in place when he presented her a gray ball of fur. "A kitten? For me? Oh Chaz."
"It is a Manx cat, to remind you of the Isle, and those of us who will miss you, when you return to America."
How incredibly perfect. Skye rubbed her cheek against the cat. She had never prized anything as much. Her sigh of pleasure blended with the buzz emanating from the kitty's throat. Hoping her feelings did not show in her eyes, she cast Chaz a shy glance. "Thank you, My Lord. I will always cherish her."
Reggie was drawn to the kitten like a bee to honey. "What will you call her?"
A teasing glint brightened Chaz's golden brown eyes. "Perhaps you should reconsider. She is a he."
Having been reared on a plantation in Georgia, Skye was accustomed to being around animals. So without giving propriety a first thought, let alone a second, she upended her birthday gift in order to confirm Chaz's claim. “Duke then.”
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