Tuesday, August 2, 2022

From The Teatime Tattler


Expressly for The Teatime Tattler

The Teatime Tattler has just confirmed that Lady Katherine Thornton has laid her uncle, Bennett Sutton to rest in the family mausoleum. It is with a great deal of hunting and pecking that this reporter has found some shocking information. Bennett Sutton was murdered in the most dreadful manner. He was poisoned with snake venom, a venom that has no antidote.

It has also come to my attention that before his demise, Mr. Sutton made his business partner, the very eligible and handsome Lord Ian Wallace, the 4th Duke of Blackhall, vow to marry his niece, Lady Katherine, not once, but twice. I also have reliable information from Mr. Hawkins, the editor of the Sommer Sentinel that he’s been contacted by the London Gazette regarding a statement in that was published in said publication regarding His Grace’s vow. It seems, London is abuzz with gossip and mothers and their debutante daughters are in mourning.

I wonder if that is why Lord Ryder Whitaker has been seen in town. You remember the young rogue. Five years ago, when Lady Katherine had her first (and only) Season in London, he was her constant companion. The queen’s Diamond, everyone thought Lord Whitaker had won her heart until one day she got up and returned to Sommer-by-the-Sea. Has the rake renewed his interest knowing Lord Wallace will take her for his wife? The young cad is outranked in so many ways. I understand he is not welcome in any home of good standing, nor the gambling hells.

My sources have not rested. To add to this mix, I have it on very good authority that prior to the duel gone wrong that took her uncle’s life, Sutton lost the deed to Thornton Abbey to His Grace in a card game. I can only imagine what will happen when the very outspoken Lady Katherine finds out she’s lost her home and her independence to His Grace, a man she’s never met, all in one fell swoop.

Can all this get sorted out to a happily ever after? Read on my friends. I hear there are swords and kidnappings involved as well.

 * Previously printed in the July 6th edition of The TeaTime Tattler

The Lady and Her Duke

Could she use her skills as a lockpick to crack open the secrets to the murder as well as unlock his heart?

Lady Katherine Thornton has no interest in men after an indiscretion at her disastrous Season in London. No man can be trusted. Instead, she indulges in her fascination for gears and all things mechanical. Her unique drafting skill is an asset to her uncle Bennett Sutton, who is automating his textile factory. She doesn't need anything else.

Lord Ian Wallace, the 4th Duke of Blackhall, is a retired military officer. An accidental duke after the deaths of his father and brother, he retreats from society and the clawing mothers and debutantes who stalk him. He’s focused all his energy on his partnership with Sutton. He’s satisfied and needs nothing else.

An oath to marry, a family legend to preserve, an uprising of the factory workers, and Sutton’s murder, throw Katherine and Wallace together to find a blackmailer and murderer. They also will find two things neither knew they were missing… each other and their happily ever after.

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Excerpt from Chapter One

June 20, 1815
Royston Mills, Baycliff Woods 

The blast of a pistol shattered the quiet afternoon. Shouts and screams rose, their sound carrying into the surrounding area. In a clearing by the lake where the wood bordered the village, the shock and chaos subsided into a deafening silence.

Lord Ian Wallace knelt next to his business partner, Bennett Sutton. His bruised and bloody face was a mess of soot and gunpowder. Wallace glanced over his shoulder, signaling his valet.

“Water. Quick. His eyes need to be flushed.” Wallace wavered between restraint and rage as he ministered to Sutton. “Stay calm and whatever you do, keep your eyes closed.” His hands ran over Sutton’s torso checking for injuries. He found none, other than the small tremors he assumed were from shock.

“I’m dying.” Sutton spoke not in disbelief, but in resignation, as if his dying was an undisputed conclusion.

Wallace’s chest tightened at the sound of those words. He had heard them before from the injured men he commanded in Spain. For a moment he was back on the battlefield going from man to man comforting them, waiting for medical attention and, in too many cases, saying good-bye.

“Swear to me.” Sutton, agitated and breathing hard, reached up and grabbed his lapel. “Swear to me you’ll marry my niece, Ivy-Rose.”

What niece? Sutton had a niece?

“Swear it!”

“Yes, yes. I swear.” In a fit of rage, he’d say anything to escape from the madman. It was luck that Sutton’s gun misfired. He gazed at his friend and partner in disbelief. From the moment his valet pulled him to the ground he found it difficult to comprehend why his friend and partner tried to kill him, tried to shoot him in the back.

Sutton tugged on his lapels. “No, on your honor as a gentleman. Swear it.” Another tug. Bennett’s strength was waning.

Wallace’s anger softened. The man had to be kept calm. Roddy, his foreman, and Lord Ryder Whitaker had gone to fetch Dr. Price. The doctor had left the clearing when Sutton called off the duel.

“Swear it.” The man sounded as if it was his last breath.

“As a gentleman, I, Lord Ian Wallace, 4th Duke of Blackhall, promise to marry your Ivy-Rose.” He bent closer to him. “Is that better?”

Sutton released his lapels and slumped onto the ground, his breath coming in spurts.

Lenard returned carrying a basin of warm water.

Wallace stood aside and gave his valet room. They had been together a long time. Lenard was his personal attendant at Cambridge as well as in Spain during the war. Together they had seen worse. Now he flushed the gunpowder and soot out from Sutton’s eyes. It would serve Sutton right if the pain was unbearable.

“Much better.” Sutton’s voice faded to a calm stillness.

Wallace wasn’t sure if his partner referred to the oath he gave or the warm water.

“Your Grace. I cannot find any wound.” Lenard kept streaming water over the man’s face.

The battlefield images flashed in his head. Some had outcomes that were more severe than others. But that was war, not a card game gone wrong.

“God’s blood, where is that doctor?” He glanced about.

Sutton raised his face to Lenard as the man ran more water over him and, with a gentle touch, wiped him dry.

“You have my thanks.” Quiet at last, Sutton winced when he tried to lay down on the ground.

“Over here, Dr. Price.” Whitaker and Roddy led the doctor to the injured man.

“I thought Sutton had the good sense to call off the duel.” Dr. Price pushed his way in front of Wallace. “Where did your bullet hit him?”

“I never fired my weapon.” Wallace stood back to let the doctor do his job.

“His pistol misfired when he aimed at Wallace’s back.” Whitaker stepped forward. “I stood in shock when he raised his pistol and took aim.”

The doctor, on his knees, paused and glanced up at him.

“That’s not at all like Sutton. Wallace, what did you say to him?” The doctor resumed examining Sutton’s head.

“Not a thing. I convinced him to call off this ridiculous duel. I thought to give him time and hoped he’d have more sense in the morning. I was leaving the clearing, not far behind you when the shot went off.”

“There are some abrasions from the powder blast and irritation from the gunpowder, but no wound.” Price examined Sutton’s hands. Scrapes, a bit of a burn in places, but nothing fatal. “Sutton’s a lucky man.”

The doctor stood up cleaning his hands with a cloth from his bag.

“Help me bring him to my carriage. We’ll take him to the inn. I want to watch him until tomorrow rather than have him brought back to Sommer-by-the-Sea now.”

Roddy and Lenard lifted Sutton, made their way through the gathered onlookers, and laid him in the back of the doctor’s carriage.

“There’s room enough for you and me up here.” Roddy tapped Lenard and pointed next to the driver.

“I can go with them if you prefer.” Whitaker stood next to him. “I know you’re the man’s partner, but no one would blame you for washing your hands of him.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll go with him. I’m staying at the inn.” Wallace got in the carriage still thinking through the events. He agreed with Dr. Price: this wasn’t at all like Sutton.

The door closed, Whitaker signaled the driver, and the carriage pulled away.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Wallace stared at Sutton propped up on the seat across from him.

“I’ve known that man since he was a boy and agree this is out of character for him. But don’t you worry, Your Grace. We’ll have him all to rights soon enough.”

The carriage pulled up to Weaver’s Inn. News of the incident traveled faster than he imagined. More onlookers buzzed about them like a swarm of angry bees. Wallace led the way for Lenard and Roddy to bring Sutton up the stairs to his room.

“I’ll stay with him for a while. Head injuries can be nasty.” Dr. Price stood over his patient and checked Sutton’s breathing again.

“Ale for you both and watered ale for Mr. Sutton.” Lenard put the tankards on the table. “Your Grace, I have the papers you gave me earlier. I’ll put them in your room.”

“I’ll take them. I can review the documents while I sit with him.” Wallace nodded toward Sutton.

“If that will be all, I’ll be in the tavern if you need me.” Lenard put the folio on the table.

“I’ll go with you.” Roddy looked at the patient lying in the bed and shook his head. The two men left and closed the door behind them.

Dr. Price sat at the table and took a tankard of ale. “How did this start?”

Wallace sat next to the doctor and reached for the second tankard.

“I found him troubled over several issues when I came up from London. He was in a fit over worker demands. He also expected a sizeable amount of fleece, but instead received a smaller delivery than promised.

“I had an issue to discuss with him, but in his state I knew it would be impossible. I thought to divert his attention, a game of cards to take his mind off everything. Once he was himself, we could address the business problems and go over my visit to Cambridge. But Sutton drank too much, took risks no man in his right mind would take, and lost miserably.”

“And his mood went from bad to worse.” Dr. Price glanced at his patient, shook his head, and took a draw on the tankard.

“Yes, it did. I was at a loss what to do. Sutton wouldn’t stop playing despite losing one game after another. I couldn’t imagine the situation getting any worse, but it did.

“I dealt the cards. How Sutton preened like a peacock, so sure the winning hand was his. He drank and taunted me. He drained his flask dry and had Mr. Jackson fill it to the top. I was astounded when the deed to his home landed on the table.”

“His cards...” The doctor closed his eyes and moaned.

“A beginner would know better than to bet on the cards Sutton held. He had no chance of winning.” Wallace let out a strained laugh. “I conceded defeat and laid my cards face down, but Sutton demanded to see them. I refused. He reached across the table and turned them over. Then he went mad. Sutton grabbed a pen from the bar, sat down, and started writing. I stayed his hand. I didn’t want his home. I thought to entice him with the best two out of three games, but he refused. I pay my debts.”

“Sutton is a proud man and a man of his word. But I’ve never known him to be this reckless.” Price sat back, his legs out in front of him, staring at the tankard in his hand.

“Man of his word. We wouldn’t be here if our workers believed him. I told them over and over the new mechanicals would not replace them. But fear does strange things to people. If things go as Sutton and I plan, there will be more work for more people and more money, not less.

“I offered to speak with the workers and explain the plan. That’s when Sutton exploded. I tried my best to calm him, but now I understand. Sutton didn’t calm down during the game. If anything, his card playing was more intense, more erratic, more irrational.” He stared at his partner. “My strategy to calm him with the card game did the opposite. It pushed him over the edge.”

“Don’t blame yourself. From what you’ve told me, Sutton was already agitated. It wasn’t one thing. It was everything.”

“My partner accused me of siding with the workers and called me out in front of everyone demanding satisfaction. A duel.” Wallace glanced at the doctor. The incident still beyond belief. “I refused. I told him I had enough of weapons in Spain. Businessmen didn’t settle disputes with weapons. To everyone’s horror, he slapped my face. I remember his odd smirk, daring me to ignore the affront.

Choose your weapon. I refused. Pistols. You didn’t think I’d want to be near you with a blade. At least with a pistol I have a fighting chance.

“I still didn’t give up.

“All the way to the field and even when we arrived, I tried to dissuade him. I would have gladly shot myself to put an end to his stupidity. At last, the fight went out of him. You witnessed how we called off the duel, shook hands, and sent everyone home. Sutton was still holding his loaded pistol. I told him to take his anger out on the red maple tree, the one by the lake.” He paused and glanced at Sutton. “I thought he came to his senses.”

“That is how I remember the morning.” Dr. Price nodded.

“I turned to leave with the others, only to hear Sutton’s pistol discharge. Lenard pulled me to the ground. When we got to our feet, it was Sutton who was down.

* * * *

The Lady and Her Duke is book 3 of the regency series, The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea

·         The Lady and Her Quill - 

Her mind kept telling her to stop loving him, but her heart couldn’t let him go.

·         The Lady and the Spy

      With each encounter her heartbeat quickened. With each encounter his need for her 
      grew  stronger

·         The Lady and her Duke.

                         Could she use her skills as a lockpick to crack open the secrets to the murder as well as
                         unlock his heart

About the Author

Ruth A Casie is a USA Today bestselling author. She writes historical adventures from the shores of medieval Scotland to the cobblestone streets of Regency London. Her stories embrace strong women and the men who deserve them. Within the pages you’ll discover ‘edge-of-your-seat’ suspense, mind boggling drama, and heart melting emotions. Grab your favorite cup of tea, or an ale if you prefer, and join her heroes and heroines as they race across the pages to find their happily ever after. 
She lives in New Jersey with her hero, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and vice president at an international bank where she was a product/ marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. Ruth hopes her stories become your favorite adventures.
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Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Bringing My Story to Life - Day 3

Day 3

I found a wonderful support community for this challenge on Facebook. Most of the people who posted walked/hiked and had some pretty impressive pictures. They inspired me. Mine pictures may not be of the Pennine Way. There more local. My pictures are from Teaneck, NJ, a small town across the Hudson River, about 7 miles west of NYC.

My video is a small part of my walk through the park at the end of my street. On the return trip I noticed my neighbor across the street from me had a new resident... on the lawn. It's not a lawn ornament.

Tomorrow's plan... back to the gym!


Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Bringing my Story to Life


I’m writing a short story for a Christmas box set. My story is The Duke’s Lost Love. It is a cross-over story to my series, The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea. The venue for these stories is in the village of Sommer-by-the-Sea not far from Newcastle.

I wanted my hero and heroine isolated and forced to work together. Christmas. Snow. Snowstorm. Avalanche. I was definitely on to something. Now all I had to do was find mountains. I was in luck. I found Pennine Way.  Steeped in history and traversing spectacular landscapes, the iconic Pennine Way stretches for 268 miles (435km) across England’s wild northern uplands.

The route follows England’s rocky spine from the hills of the Derbyshire Peak District and the Yorkshire Dales, through the stunning Swaledale Valley, across the North Pennines and over Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland to the Cheviot Hills, ending in the Scottish Borders in Kirk Yetholm.

The path was the idea of the journalist and rambler Tom Stephenson. He was inspired by similar trails in the United States, particularly the Appalachian Trail. Stephenson proposed the concept in an article for the Daily Herald in 1935, and lobbied Parliament for the creation of an official trail. The final section was declared open in a ceremony held on Malham Moor on 24 April 1965.

I closed my computer for the day knowing I found the mountain range I needed for my story.

In the morning, before setting out for the gym, I went through the news on my phone and saw the word Pennine in passing. I scrolled back. It was an article about a virtual hike along the Pennine Way. Here is what it said...

Follow the first National Trail in England which takes in 3 National Parks – the Peak District, the Yorkshire Dales and Northumberland, as well as the North Pennines AONB (Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty). Our Pennine Way virtual challenge stretches for 268 miles of breathtaking landscape, all the way from Edale, in the northern Derbyshire Peak District, to Kirk Yetholm, just inside the Scottish border.

A unique experience where each participant will log their mileage-based activity and advance along the innovative interactive map.

This extraordinary journey allows participants to keep motivated and active, set and achieve physical goals and stimulate mental and physical being whilst in their own local surroundings.

Unlock Digital Postcards

Unlock a range of carefully researched, motivating postcards and interesting landmarks to keep you entertained and motivated during your journey. Each postcard reveals interesting information about points along the route. Download them to keep or share on your social media.

Track yourself and others!

After completing your mileage-based activity you can upload it to your interactive map and instantly move along the route, zoom in to street view to see your surroundings virtually as if you were really there and check where others are around you from the leaderboard.

Check the mileage log for all your activity and see how far you’ve come!

This is sure to keep you motivated to achieve those fitness goals!

I put the information aside and went to the gym. I haven’t been there for two years and decided to start small, on the treadmill. As I watched the steps accumulate, I thought about the Pennine Way and the virtual walk.

When I returned home, I signed up. Within minutes I got my Bib number and all the information on what to do and how to submit your miles.

Here are the results of Sunday and Monday…

Here is my place after 5.05 miles on the trail.

I turned on the 3D view to see what is actually around me.

I have 5 months to finish this challenge and I'm taking you with me all the way! I need a cheering team. At the moment, my heroine, Nanette, cannot wait to see what is on the other side of the hill.


Thursday, April 7, 2022

A Duke in Winter: A Historical Romance Collection Pre-Order is Live!

 So excited to be a part of another Dragonblade Publishing Anthology…

A Duke in Winter: A Historical Romance Collection 

Here is the blurb for the collection releasing December 29, 2022:

“It was a dark and snowy night…”

Winter has come and the holiday seasons have arrived. ‘Tis the season to be jolly for most, but beneath the joyous celebrations lurks moody, dark, and seductive dukes that make England’s most famous bard’s brooding lords look like charm boys. But this isn’t a tortured Danish prince or a tormented king with three conniving daughters. This is…

A Duke in Winter.

Ten of your favorite historical romance authors have come together for this wintery collection to set your pulse racing. Melt the snow a little with this collection of sexy tales of moody dukes and the women hot enough to warm them.

Indulge in the most unexpected of winter romantic tales!

This set includes USA Today and Bestselling authors:
Elizabeth Johns
Emily Royal
Anna St. Claire
Elizabeth Keysian
Caroline Warfield
Elizabeth Ellen Carter
Ruth A. Casie
C.H. Admirand
Charlotte Wren
Sandra Sookoo
Veronica Crowe
Anna Markland
Chantry Dawes

Stay tune for more information…

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

The Lady and the Spy is in the Running!!

They say not to judge a book by its cover but I need you to do just that. If you liked the cover of my book, The Lady and the Spy (The Ladies of Sommer by the Sea Book 2), please vote for it for the Cover of the Month contest on AllAuthor.com!

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Thursday, February 17, 2022

The Lady and the Spy – CAN YOU CRACK THE CODE?

Release Day for The Lady and the Spy


No matter how many books an author has, a release of their 20th book is as exciting as the release of their 1st. I am no different.
This book was almost finished when I realized I had overlooked a major piece of the story. Take a look at the cover and you will find a beautiful diamond and ruby brooch. You really can’t miss it. I got so involved in writing the spy story that I neglected to add in the brooch’s significance. The pin was worth more than a simple mention. It was an important part of the story. I tossed out half of what I had written (*sigh*) and went to work.
The results are wonderful. The story is available on Amazon https://tinyurl.com/TLATSpy
Research led me to secret codes and for my readers a chance to CRACK THE CODE in the story.

Solve the Puzzle

Win a $50 Amazon Gift Card

The secret is in your hands! Break the code and find the key for a chance to win

Learn more and enter to crack the code here. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

The Lady and the Spy


Introducing Book Two of my Regency Series, The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea.

The Lady and the Spy

With each encounter her heartbeat quickened.

With each encounter his need for her grew stronger.

Lady Patrice Montgomery Edgemont always did what was expected of her and look where that got her, married off by her father into a loveless relationship. She solved the puzzle that was prospective husband number two, another of her father’s choices and quickly made him a distant memory. Lady Patrice is not playing games. She is through with men.

Nikolai Baranov is the son of a Russian grand duke and spy for Tzar Alexander I. When his father and associates are killed, Nikolai doesn’t play games. The only thing worth winning is revenge for his family.

When a blizzard blankets Sommer-by-the-Sea, Lady Patrice is the only one who can help the mysterious wounded Russian she finds in her hunting lodge. It will take Nikolai’s skill as a spy and Lady Patrice’s expertise at solving puzzles to play through and win the game, a happily ever after.

Buy Link https://amzn.to/3L527y6      

Chapter One is available for you to read here.

The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea

Welcome to Sommer-by-the-Sea, a vibrant village nestled on the rugged northeast coast of England, 15 miles north of Newcastle upon Tyne. Here, the world is centered on the country village and the lives of the landowning and professional families. Sommer-by-the-Sea is populated with aristocrats, gentry, self-made men, shop owners, local workers, and servants, a cross-section of the people of the time. Steeped in history dating back as far as the Vikings, the villagers are proud and celebrate their heritage.

Everyone from the elite summer residents to the year-round residence keep businesses flourishing and gossip thriving. As with any small town, there are challenges and successes, secrets, disagreements, and feuds. There is no shortage of romance, mystery, drama, and even a murder or two.

Graduates of the Sommer-by-the-Sea Female Seminary have a unique education. Along with the usual studies available, the head mistress has nurtured each woman’s innate ability and helped them develop into the women they are today. This shared unique experience has kept the graduates close.

Each lady has her own story to tell as she is called to action and must demonstrate she is smart, strong and sensible and must challenge the accepted definition of a “woman’s place.” For these women, arranged or political marriages will not do. If she chooses a husband, it will be for love, on her own terms, and with a man who will accept her as a partner. 

It is with pleasure I introduce you to The Ladies of Sommer-by-the-Sea, and their stories.

Thursday, December 23, 2021

December - You’re amazing! Happy Birthday.


As promised, on the 23rd of every month I will post a list of literary author birthdays. I came across the list on Book Lover Gifts website. Feel free to add your favorite authors special day. Put it in the comments section, just wait for their birth month.


  • 09 Dec 1608 – John Milton, author of Paradise Lost
  • 12 Dec 1821 – Gustave Flaubert, author of Madame Bovary
  • 16 Dec 1775 – Jane Austen, author of Pride & Prejudice
  • 30 Dec 1865 – Rudyard Kipling, author of Jungle Book


December Facts:

  • The first day of Winter, the Winter Solstice, is December 21 or 22 and is the shortest day and the longest night.
  • In 700 BCE, December was shortened to 29 days. It was changed to 31 days with the advent of the Julian calendar.
  • December’s full moon is known as the Cold Moon, a Mohawk name that conveys the frigid conditions of this time of year.
  • Folklore: December changeable and mild, the whole winter will remain a child.


This is the end of the year. It’s been fun. Have a wonderful New Year!






Tuesday, November 23, 2021

November - Today’s your birthday–time to celebrate!


As promised, on the 23rd of every month I will post a list of literary author birthdays. I came across the list on Book Lover Gifts website. Feel free to add your favorite authors special day. Put it in the comments section, just wait for their birth month.


  • 08 Nov 1847 - Bram Stoker, author of Dracula
  • 11 Nov 1821 - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, author of Crime and Punishment
  • 13 Nov 1850 - Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island
  • 29 Nov 1898 - C. S. Lewis, creator of Narnia
  • 30 Nov 1835 - Mark Twain, author of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer


November Facts:

  • Most, if not all, of the leaves have fallen off the trees in the Northern Hemisphere by the end of November.
  • Throughout much of history, November has often been thought of as a somber month because it signaled the start of winter. People would spend the month storing up their harvest and preparing their food and homes in order to survive the winter.
  • Folklore: If there’s ice in November that will bear a duck, there’ll be nothing after but sludge and muck.


See you next month!





Saturday, October 23, 2021

October - Happy, happy birthday! Time to blow out the candles and make a wish.


As promised, on the 23rd of every month I will post a list of literary author birthdays. I came across the list on Book Lover Gifts website. Feel free to add your favorite authors special day. Put it in the comments section, just wait for their birth month.


  • 04 Oct 1884 – Damon Runyon, author of Little Miss Marker
  • 16 Oct 1854 – Oscar Wilde, author of The Happy Prince and Other Tales
  • 27 Oct 1914 – Dylan Thomas, the stormy Welsh poet

October Facts: 

  • In the Northern Hemisphere, the leaves on trees begin to change color.
  • The Saxons called October Wintirfylith because it had the first full moon of the winter season.
  • Halloween, celebrated on the last day of the month originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off ghosts. Samhain marks the end of the harvest season and beginning winter.
  • Folklore: A warm October means a cold February.


See you next month!