On Tour with After She Became A Lady by Wareeze Woodson and Meet the Author

Pretty pretty!

After She Became A Lady by Wareeze Woodson is an Historical Romantic Suspense.

Laurel Collingsworth, seventeen and deeply in love, expects to marry her hero and live in wedded bliss forever after. Instead, with the ink barely dry on the marriage lines, Lord Robert Laningham is called away to Spain and the war. With a heavy heart, she sends her husband off with a kiss and a prayer for his safe return.
Now alone in her new role of Lady Laningham, she faces a series of terrifying events, shadowy intruders, missing jewelry, and mysterious footfalls in the night. Added to her alarms, she must fight her hostile sister-in-law for the reins of her husband’s establishment.
When Lord Robert Laningham returns, can she convince him danger stalks the halls of the ancient mansion? In his wounded state, will he listen, or must she protect her child, her recovering husband, and her household by herself?


My dearest cousin, Adron,       

When you receive this writ, I shall be married. Coward I may be, but I have yet to inform my sister. I shall do so with all haste—just as soon as I have fathomed the best way of doing so. Dastardly, you would say were you present, but that is my decision.

After all the young ladies paraded before me at the marriage mart, I’ve finally found the one. Not at Almack’s, as one would suppose, but at a small house party given by the Matthews. I’ve never experienced such attraction to a young lady before. I can’t deny my caring, my strong desire for her. In my mind’s eye, I can see you smiling with your mouth lifted on one side and thinking ‘how revolting’.

I admit I do have a silly grin on my face. At this moment, I am the happiest man on earth. Call me daft, but Laurel is the most wonderful girl, beautiful in face and form. I can’t sing her praises enough. Just thinking of her with her lovely blonde hair curling down her back, and her eyes of azure blue staring up at me, melts my insides.  She’s kind and sweet, which only adds to her loveliness. I only wish you could be here when we marry.

Her aunt gave us permission. She entered into Laurel’s voiced sentiments on the depth of her devotion. Being of a kind disposition, she didn’t want to break Laurel’s heart with a rejection of my suit. As I am to soon rejoin my regiment in the Peninsular, we shall marry by special license two days hence.

I cannot credit that the day has come when I am most heartily grateful for the endless, reproachful tirades and tears with which Rhonda so ardently protested the worth of any of the ladies I once thought to court. Unlikely as it sounds, she saved me, Adron. Had it not been for her melodramatics, I may have married for necessity instead of want.

Even so, there shall be tears this time, too. A veritable river of the bloody things, I suspect for she shall detest being replaced as mistress of my estate. I’ll have a battle royal on my hands.

He pleated his brows and rolled the quill between his fingers before applying ink to the paper again.

Perhaps I should allow her to remain in charge of the household until Laurel finds the way of it. After all, Laurel is young and doesn’t have the necessary experience to handle such an undertaking without my guidance.

Yes. I’ve hit on the perfect notion. If I present Rhonda with a young sister-in-law to train, that should restore her shattered self-esteem. That’s what I shall do. I will present her with my wife, not merely a betrothed. Hopefully, she may manage to contain her emotions as proper manners dictate. In any event, I shall deal with the situation when the occasion arises.

With any luck, we’ll kick the little general’s troops back to France in a matter of a few months. Laurel shall be mine, and I can face anything to return to her. Wish me well. I’ll be with you anon.

Your Friend and Cousin,

Robert Laningham

About the Author

I write historical romance fiction novels set in the 1800s forward with a twist of suspense. All of my characters and stories that are portrayed in my books are fictitious. I am a native of Texas, but I have traveled through out America and beyond. As a dreamer, I love to visit new places where I can imagine a heroine meeting a hero in a special way. I’m an avid reader of (all sorts) and I love to write.

I married my high school sweat-heart and after having raised three sons plus one daughter, our love for each other remains unshaken. Now we enjoy our eight grandchildren. We can send them home, but we’re always happy for their return.

Outside of my family activities, I sing with the Silver Belles at my church and hate to miss even one practice. The local chapter of RWA is also at the top of my list of pleasures. It keeps me grounded with craft and connected with other writers.

Most of all, I enjoy going fishing with my husband. Give me a pole and leave me alone to bask in the sun, listening to water gurgle along the riverbanks while allowing my mind to float away to some distance place. Ah! Perfect.

Welcome Friends,

Thank you for sharing your time with me today. By way of introduction, my pen name is Wareeze Woodson. I write historical romance with a twist of suspense. Although I personally love the medieval period, I write period romance, Regency at present.  Perhaps you would enjoy sharing a look at the writer’s world.

When I write my historical novels, I must create my own worlds. The Regency/Victorian era is a historical fact, but make-believe for all that, because it no longer exists. With each story, the scene must be created—when in time, day or night, where-location and what is happening. What the character sees, feels, and wants—all must be imagined and displayed for the reader.

The elaborate ball gowns of silks and satins, trimmed with lace, over gowns sprigged with spangles all over jeweled or embroidery along with more demure morning dresses, worn with gloves and fashionable head gear, bring the past to life. Think of the music, the theater, the house parties and all the other activities of the Ton to stave off boredom. Even the on-dits were amusing and if the rumor mill seized a fancy tidbit, society waited with bated breath for the next crumb to fall.

Social norms dictated strict codes of behavior many would scoff at today. If her misdeed became common knowledge, the slightest slip and a young lady may face ruin for life. I love to escape into another era to witness the mannerisms, the apparel, the modes of transportation, and even the rather stuffy rules a young lady must adopt. Not so the gentleman—hardly fair, but oh well. That alone is all the more reason to merely visit the past without fully embracing a life without electricity.

Creating Worlds

Although the author has many historical facts to draw from, the story must exist in the world created by the writer. The colors, the sounds, the tastes and the smells add flavor to the story. The reader wants to visit these places through the character’s point of view and safely absorb the emotions as well.


The flame of the candle flickered and glinted off the in-laid sliver on the barrel of the gun pointed directly at Isabel. Fear griped her by the throat and she caught her breath, unable to move or even swallow.

The smell of the downpour outside drifted into the open window and the curtains billowed in a sharp breeze. Her cloak, drenched with raindrops, swung against the layers of her petticoats with a chilling heaviness. The damp cloth clung to her ankles while moisture trickled down her features. 

The longcase clock in the hall chimed once echoing down the empty passageway. Even at this hour, the sound of a carriage rumbling over the cobbled-stones in front of the manor reached the upper level.

I hope I’ve raised several questions in your mind with these few sentences. Is the man with the gun the hero or the villain? Is this Isabel’s house, or did she enter the manor for some nefarious purpose? What happens next?

I created a small glimpse of this world of danger, building tension yet the reader is safe. I like this world where velvet and fine jaconet muslins were worn to the Assemblies at Almack’s, where danger lurks before and after the ball, as well. The lives of the characters also dwell in this created world. What will happen to her, to him in this tale? Only the author of this created world knows and I’m not telling. After all, this is only make-believe, created in the imagination.  Perhaps one day, I’ll take up the tale.


Wareeze Woodson

Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads


  • $15 Amazon

Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

On Tour with After She Became A Lady by Wareeze Woodson and Meet the Author #booklover #amreading #romance #bookworm #bookboost #ebooks #fiction #read #mustread #goodreads #greatread #whattoread #vivimackade #historical #suspense

Categories: Romance

Tagged as: , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.