Did I mention That Potent Alchemy is on sale?

Because it is! for $0.99 across all platforms!
Actress Grace Owens has been trying to put her painful past behind her, but when stage
technician Isaac offers her a life of passion, she has to make the choice –
face her fears, learn to trust, or lose her chance at love forever…

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Already an ARe bestseller, That Potent Alchemy is on sale for $0.99 until November 20, 2016! Grab it now at major ebook retailers:

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A truly lovely review – That Potent Alchemy

Another fantastic review of That Potent Alchemy has gone up – I’m so thrilled that this story is resonating with readers, and every review makes me so, so proud.

“one intriguing, tender and real love story.”

“it had everything I love in a good romance – initial hesitation, slow getting to know each other which leads to moments of tenderness and true intimacy…It short, this is a wonderful historical romance done with a lot of thought and care about the details. Definitely a recommended read!”

http://elliereadsfiction.blogspot.ca/2016/10/review-that-potent-alchemy-by-tess.html

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Gorgeous Review for That Potent Alchemy

Stitch’s Media Mix just put up the most gorgeous review of TPA I’m ever likely to see. I’m not sure which line is making me tear up more –

That Potent Alchemy gave me that sense of belonging, that “I could be here” feeling that I rarely find in the historical romances I read.“

“In Tess Bowery’s England, there’s room for queer women and genderfluid people to be.”

The reason I started writing Regency was because there were so few stories out there that centered people like me, and like my friends and family in the LBGTQ community. Knowing that I was able to give that feeling of belonging to even one other person – that there is someone in the world who saw themselves reflected in my pages – that’s the best feeling in the world. I’ve done what I needed to do.

I can now die happy. (In the metaphorical sense, I promise!)

[Book Review] That Potent Alchemy by Tess Bowery

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Mailing List Time!

With That Potent Alchemy coming out in October, and some very sweet sales deals in the works for readers, I figured it was time to start making a proper mailing list for this stuff rather than fling information out into the abyss and hope readers see it.

My current plans are to send out updates on a monthly basis, with book news, upcoming sales, giveaways and maybe some extra goodies for mailing list members.

(There may be occasional “Quick! A Sale!” emails, as some sites are prone to running flash sales with great deals and limited notice, that folks might want to get in on, but I’ll try and keep everything else to the regular update schedule.)

So if you want to hear about everything first, ask weird questions, be sure never to miss an update or a discount, and be first in line for promo goodies, add yourself on the form.

I will never spam, or give email addresses to anyone else, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

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That Potent Alchemy – Cover Reveal!

What time is it again? It’s Tess Avoids Work By Doing Book Promo time again!

Except I’m actually really excited about this. Cover reveal time! For the third and officially-final book in the Treading the Boards ‘trilogy,’ That Potent Alchemy.

(I’ll still be writing in this universe, but not under that series title — I’ll also be branching out some from theatre people. Cecily’s story is next, coming in Roberta’s Folly.)

That Potent Alchemy is Grace’s story, and I’m really proud of the way it’s worked out!  Many thanks to Mosaic Stock and models Christa and Brian for making this happen. <3

Without further ado… meet Grace and Isaac!

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Is his love her safe place to land…or just smoke and mirrors?

Grace Owens danced her feet bloody to become the finest en pointe prodigy of her generation, but the only accolade she longed for—her father’s approval—never came. Finally, broken and defeated, she cut ties and fled to London to live life on her own terms.

Now, after four years as an actress in London’s smaller theatres, a last-minute production change lands her right where she never wanted to be again. Front and center in the ballet—and back in toe shoes.

From his perch on the catwalks, machinist and stagecraft illusionist Isaac Caird can’t take his eyes off Grace. A woman who wears men’s clothing, but not as a disguise. An exquisite beauty who doesn’t keep a lover. A skilled dancer who clearly hates every pirouette.

The perfect lines of her delicate body inspire him to create a new illusion—with her as the centerpiece—that will guarantee sold-out shows. Maybe even attract a royal’s patronage. But first he has to get her to look at him. And convince her the danger is minimal—especially within the circle of his arms.

Featuring a gender-fluid ballet dancer, an amateur chemist who only occasionally starts fires, and an old rivalry that could tear them apart.

So. The book is available for pre-order NOW, and will release officially on October 4th.

Amazon

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(More channels coming over the next few days as the pre-order links go live.)

I do have a number of (free) Advance Reader Copies available, offered in return for an honest review. If you’d like a copy of TPA to review for your blog, please let me know in the comments here, find me on twitter or on tumblr.

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That Potent Alchemy – coming in October!

That Potent Alchemy: releasing October 4th, in print and on all platforms. 

Grace Owens danced her feet bloody to become the finest en pointe prodigy of her generation, but the only accolade she longed for—her father’s approval—never came. Finally, broken and defeated, she cut ties and fled to London to live life on her own terms.

Now, after four years as an actress in London’s smaller theatres, a last-minute production change lands her right where she never wanted to be again. Front and center in the ballet—and back in toe shoes.

From his perch on the catwalks, machinist and stagecraft illusionist Isaac Caird can’t take his eyes off Grace. A woman who wears men’s clothing, but not as a disguise. An exquisite beauty who doesn’t keep a lover. A skilled dancer who clearly hates every pirouette.

The perfect lines of her delicate body inspire him to create a new illusion—with her as the centerpiece—that will guarantee sold-out shows. Maybe even attract a royal’s patronage. But first he has to get her to look at him. And convince her the danger is minimal—especially within the circle of his arms.

A new book, the third Treading the Boards! Have a teaser. 🙂

Grace changed briskly, washed, and packed her bag once more, heading out into the bright afternoon. The sun was too hot, the walk from the school to the theatre too long, and the salve she’d rubbed on the raw skin on her feet was doing nothing useful.

Why had she agreed to this? Because she didn’t feel like looking for new employment, and worse yet, because she had been briefly swayed by the thought that she might find a man attractive. Honestly, what had become of her?

She was supposed to be calm, steady Grace. Supportive, strong, independent Grace. That was what everyone expected of her. Not whatever sort of…acquiescent, submissive girl she was turning back into.

Of course there were times when she longed for someone to take her under their wing, the way she had done for so many others. For it to be her turn to have someone draw a hot bath, rub liniment on her sore muscles, brew a cup of tea for her and set a hot Chelsea bun on the plate beside. Just because. But that didn’t make her weak, or childish, or easy to push around.

Elliston and his wife had no business trying to force her into a role she was uneager to play. If they wanted La Camargo back, let them go to Belgium and dig her up in the churchyard.

And fie on Mr. Caird for that matter, who couldn’t have simply left her alone. If he hadn’t started those conversations, she’d never have been curious about him. If she’d never been intrigued, then she would have had nothing to keep her at the Surrey. And if she’d quit like she should have, well! Her feet wouldn’t be hurting now, would they?

So it was all, essentially, his fault.

Grace had worked herself into a properly indignant strop by the time she arrived back at the Surrey to find the building mostly empty. Rehearsals had ended for the day, the theatre deserted but for a few boys having a war with their brooms on the stage. Lucy had already gone. The dressing room above stairs was empty as well, except for the usual debris—shoes kicked under the bench, a sweaty shift badly in need of laundering draped over the arm of a chair, and three washcloths piled in a damp heap on the stand beside the water jug.

And at Grace’s usual mirror, her boy’s cap set on the corner of her dressing table, something new. A white gauze sweet bag, tied with a delicate satin ribbon. Grace set her own satchel down and approached her dressing table slowly. There was no card or note, no suggestion of the giver or the intended recipient. Perhaps it was meant for Lucy, or one of the other girls?

She picked up the bag and tugged on the ribbon; that was when she knew. The little sweet bag fell open, the sides bulging from the contents. It held a good handful or two of candied nuts, the warm sugar smell of the confection cloying and too sickly-sweet.

Mr. Caird.

Who else would have left her nuts? She had turned him down upstairs, refused his offer of sweetmeats there. Was this his reaction? To press gifts upon her again, in the hopes that she wouldn’t know whom to refuse?

Honestly, he’d caused enough trouble for her already.

Her stomach growled and she ignored the urge. He would know, somehow, even if she only ate one. And that would mean he was winning.

Winning what, precisely?

She had no answer for that, but still the feeling lingered.

Grace took the bag and headed around the corner, up the stairs again, until she reached the little door that led into the loft. It was closed, which meant she could just slip in, give back the bag, and slip out again.

She turned the handle, then held very still. Were those footsteps beyond? Was he in there? Running in to Mr. Caird again had not been part of her plan.

She waited, holding her breath, her heart thumping treacherously in her chest. The shuffling sound didn’t come again.

With more desire than ever to get the entire thing over with, she pushed open the loft door, and strode inside. The setting sun meant no warm golden pools of light on the floor this time. That was for the best. Her eyes played tricks on her when a shadow seemed to shift at the far end, but when she looked right at it, the room was still.

Exhaustion, that was what it was. Already overworked, and it was only her first day.

Grace strode purposefully across the room, and set the sweet bag firmly down on the middle of Mr. Caird’s workbench, where he would be sure to see it. And then for good measure, she searched the messy tabletop until she found a little bit of pencil, the wooden end splintered and chewed, and the little green book he’d used to make all his notes. No, she wouldn’t rip a page from a book—she wasn’t that far gone.

A different scrap of paper, then, without too many scratched-out annotations on it, and a blank side on which to write. Grace licked the end of the pencil and wrote her note. I don’t accept gifts from strangers. She left it propped up beside the bag. Let that be an end to all of this nonsense.

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