author picHello again to Alanna Lucas.

What’s your favorite season, Alanna?
I love the fall- the weather has started to cool and the changes in nature are wonderful to see. My least favourite season is the summer- not a fan of the heat.

What is the worst job you ever had?
I taught high school for several years. That was a tough job! I’m currently homeschooling my two kids and the rewards are endless.

Do you have any hobbies?
Reading is a hobby, right?

What is your feeling about social media? 
For me, social media is a love/hate relationship that can be far too addicting. I do try to limit the amount of time I spend each day on social media -some days are more successful than others.

Tell us something you are really proud of.
I am so proud of my children 🙂

What’s your pet peeve?
Traffic! Such a waste of time!

Do you like animals?
I am a dog person. I have one very sweet (and mischievous) German shorthaired pointer.

What do you enjoy most/least about being a published author?
I love being able to share my stories and connect with readers. What I like least? Negative reviews.

How do you deal with writer’s block?
I haven’t suffered from writer’s block *knocks on wood*, but family illnesses have kept me away from my writing corner (I have commandeered a corner of the living room- one day I hope to have an entire room!). Through this difficult time, I learned that even though I needed to take a break from writing, I could still get to know the characters in my head.

To what do you attribute your success as a writer?
Perseverance and determination (and a little bit of stubbornness, but just a little 😉

Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
Mostly music, but then there are times when a random thought pops in my head. I don’t question why, I just go with it.

Tell us about your latest release.

Believing he is cursed, Tristram, Lord Trevena, the Earl of Longstone, agrees to do just one favor for a friend, to dance with the man’s sister, but the beautiful and headstrong Isabel Albryght will settle for no less than claiming his lonely heart.


Raised by her doting older brother, Isabel Albryght grew up cosseted and protected. She enjoyed her life in the country, her books, and her freedom. Then her brother married. Within months Isabel’s best friend married. It seemed it was time for Isabel to marry, too. Socially awkward and a bit too keen for most of the ton, Isabel proceeded to have the most horrible season on record…until she was approached by Tristram, the Earl of Longstone.

Two dances. That was all Tristram could offer anyone when considering his family curse, which had taken all he loved in the last ten years, so his promise to the beautiful Miss Albryght’s brother was simply that. The ton would soon see she was a desirable partner, her awkwardness would fade and other young swains would beat feet to her doorstep. But then he held her in his arms, and the delightful Isabel became his beating heart. Headstrong and full of passion, she believed she might waltz them away from Death. She alone could tempt him to try.

Is it part of a series? If so do you enjoy writing series?
Waltzing with the Earl is the last book in the In His Arms series. It was fun to be able to weave the characters individual stories through the series and spend more time with them. I was a little sad to see it end, but excited to start something new.

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Waltzing with the EarlThe temperature in the room rose by several degrees—it was positively sweltering. Isabel did not know how much longer she could tolerate standing in the midst of hell, surrounded by a mixture of unidentifiable odors and loud boisterous laughter. She thought her head would explode.

Closing her tired eyes, she brought her gloved hand to her temple. Isabel could feel her body sway, but was unable to stop the motion. She could not even gather her wits about her to stamp down, or even beg, the feelings to cooperate. Isabel could sense another mishap was forthcoming, which further added to her distress. And she had been doing so well.

A gentle hand came to her elbow. “Allow me to accompany you onto the balcony for some fresh air, Miss Albryght.” Lord Trevena’s voice broke through the haze. His tone was soft and full of concern.

Isabel opened her eyes; they felt thick and heavy, and still out of focus. Tristram somehow managed to maneuver her through the crush without bumping into anyone. The moment they reached the unoccupied balcony, the cool evening breeze cleared the haziness Isabel had been fighting in her head.

They strolled to the edge of the balcony, partly hidden within the shadows, and clear of any curious gossipmongers. The garden beyond was concealed in darkness, but the lingering scent of blooming roses wafted through the air. Tristram released his gentle hold on her arm. The absence of his hand made her heart lurch, wanting more.

Isabel turned to face him. Even in the dim light, his clear blue eyes sparkled like stars in the night. She struggled to find the words, but when they finally came, they would not stop.

“Thank you for coming to my aid. I am quite recovered now. The room was quite warm and the noise…”

“Isabel,” Tristram said in a deep husky tone. Her name on his lips sent a jolt of excitement through her body.

Taking a step closer, he brought his hand to her face, his gloved thumb dancing intimately across her cheek. Her heart pounded against her ribs, practically stealing her breath.

“Lord Trevena.” His name exited her lips in a breathy gasp.

He bent his head and whispered his name across her cheek. “Tristram.”

Isabel could not imagine anything more sensual than this moment. She lifted her chin, and their cheeks brushed. His lips were so close, but still too far away. His warm breath teased her senses. Closing her eyes, she waited for his kiss.