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The Rise of Miss Notley by Rachael Anderson


When Miss Coralynn Notley’s father barters her off to the first titled gentleman to come along, she realizes she must flee her home or be forced to wed a despicable man. Driven by desperation, she applies for the position of housekeeper at Tanglewood Manor, the home of the handsome Mr. Jonathan Ludlow. The moment Jonathan sees Miss Notley, he is intrigued. She is far too young and inexperienced, yet there is something about her that that inspires a certain hope within him. Does he dare offer her the position of housekeeper or will doing so result in catastrophe?





~Excerpt~

Cora nodded and followed Mr. Ludlow into the parlor. He closed the doors and stood in front of them with his arms folded, looking far more intimidating than he had during their last meeting. He said nothing, merely lifted an inquiring eyebrow and waited.
Caught unprepared, Cora stared at him, trying to organize her thoughts into words. After a few moments of awkward silence, he lost patience. "What is it you wished to speak with me about, Mrs. Notley? Or are we to stand here staring at each other all afternoon?" Not knowing how else to begin, Cora blurted, "Why have you hired me, sir?"
He blinked a few times before frowning. "I believe I have made that perfectly clear. You are to be the housekeeper, are you not?" This was going to be more difficult than she had imagined. "Yes, of course, but there has been some talk about, or rather concerns expressed . . ." How did one put this delicately?
"About . . .?" he prodded, obviously not thrilled that his morning regime had been waylaid.
"About the reasons I have been offered the position," she quickly said, hoping that would be enough to make him understand her meaning.
Unfortunately, his brows drew together in confusion. "What are you saying, Mrs. Notley? I have hired you to do certain duties that will hopefully make my household run more smoothly. What other reason could I possibly have for offering you the position?"
"You have hired me to do a job I am untrained to do," she said. "While I am grateful for the opportunity, I also find it necessary to clarify that I have come here to be a housekeeper and only a housekeeper. Even though I am young and . . ." Her voice drifted off. Had she almost referred to herself as pretty? Goodness, this was proving to be very awkward indeed.
"Beautiful?" he finally guessed, not looking at all pleased with the direction the conversation was taking.
"I was going to say not repulsive," she fibbed.
"Very well," he said. "Even though you are young and not repulsive . . ." He moved his hand in a circular gesture, urging her to finish her thought.
Cora straightened her shoulders and forced herself to continue. "I am not the sort of girl who would ever . . . fraternize with her employer." Her face infused with heat, but she forced her gaze to remain steady.
"I see." He walked slowly towards her, rubbing his chin with his hand. A few steps away, he stopped and eyed her quizzically. "Have I made any improper advances towards you?"
"No, sir."
"Have I spoken to you in an unprofessional manner?"
"No."
"Have I looked at you in a way that has made you feel uncomfortable?"
"No." Cora suddenly wished she had not felt the need to clarify anything. He made her feel as though she had put the cart before the horse when what she had been trying to do was see that the cart and horse simply stayed in their proper places. Was that so wrong? "Might I ask who, exactly, has led you to believe that I am the sort of man capable of—how did you put it? Fraternizing with my help?"
"I, er, would rather not say, sir." Though Cora felt no loyalty towards Sally, she refused to bring Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd's names into the conversation. "I did not mean to besmirch your name or cause any offense, Mr. Ludlow. I merely wanted to make my feelings on the matter clear."
"And you have."
"Good." Cora dropped into a quick curtsy, anxious to get away. "I shall go and find Watts now."
She was almost to the door when his voice stopped her. "Once again, you are attempting to scuttle away before we have completed our conversation."
Slowly, she turned around and lifted her eyes to his. "I never scuttle, sir."
"What would you call that rapid walk of yours?"
"A rapid walk."



RachaelAuthor Rachael Anderson

A USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can’t sing, doesn’t dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.





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Looking Back, Looking Ahead


Greetings all!

It's a new day, a new year, a new life for me...and I'm feeling good.

It's been 11 years since I started this blog. Originally, I had intended it to be a reflection on the publishing industry and my journey to achieving a writer's dream of working with a legacy publisher through a big agent and seeing my books on the shelves at the local bookstore. Throughout the years that dream has changed as fast as the publishing industry changed. I saw the rise of ebooks and the ebb and flow of print. I saw the excitement over the espresso book machine and digital publishing start to slide off into its own domain. I watched publishers open and close and I also saw the opening and closing of my own publishing company with my late business partner and good friend.

Before then I had been published in small magazines, but with the start of this blog a decade ago (can you believe it?) I also entered the digital publishing realm. Much of it I viewed on the sidelines and commentated on this blog. All the while, stories swam around in my head...

I still have binders and boxes full of stories nearly finished and some that need to be finished. Old floppy disc drives filled with short stories, novellas, poems and short tnovels. Some in dire need of rewrites after all that I have learned about storytelling over the years, and others that just need  a touch-up to set it on the right path to completion. I've loved writing ever since I was a preteen and I often found myself writing and imagining my own versions of movies and stories that I saw and read.

I wanted to be one of those fast writers that popped out book after book in no time and at times I would get very close to such production. But family always came first for me which would often push writing to the side.

This year, I'm putting a new goal in place. As an indie published author with a business, I am able to extend my art from the cover and throughout the design of the book to mesh with the story that is told between those pages. I like being in control of it and am proud when a reader enjoys my work. I made up a list of books I want to put out which range from a variety of genres and story types. I also made a loose listing of when I'd like to put those books out. I have three main goals in mind and I plan to stick to them as much as I can. With so much chaos in the world and news, writing and imaginary worlds have been keeping me sane which have been keeping me off social media and online.  Sometimes I take a break from things online and the beginning of this year has been no exception as I refocus my energy toward my goals. It's been a really nice breath of fresh air to get back to the basics of things.

And I hope I can keep doing it for a very long time.

Thanks to all who have been following my work through the years. Here's to the future and all the many stories that may encompass that world.

See you around the bookshelves!