July vibes and ravishing romance

Copperplate Books
July 22, 2025

Terri

Summer is well and truly here—if I didn’t already know, the stifling heat would be a dead giveaway. I was lucky enough to spend time in Wales with my family this week, which meant I escaped at least one heatwave, but it was a shock stepping out of an air-conditioned air into Satan’s butthole, to say the least!

But, thankfully, I can at least sleep at night without thinking my skin is going to sweat off my body, so that’s something (graphic, I know, but it’s been a LOT).

Before I get into my summer news, I want to draw your attention to this promo!

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Summer news

This summer has been a super busy one. I’m incredibly privileged to be able to do this, but it does mean I am laughably behind on my work. After May’s three-week (!) Spain trip, I had of course my little holiday to Wales a couple of weeks ago, and by the time this newsletter lands, I’ll be in Germany for a choir tour!

I know. Phew. I’m sweating (again) just thinking about it.

(And in August I’ll be spending five days in the Netherlands, though at least on that trip I’ll be endeavouring to do some work in cute little cafes in Amsterdam—I know, the hardship!)

But enough about that! You’re here for my books. (probably).

If you haven’t picked In Search of a Hero up already, now is a great time!

And I am slowly getting my way through Oliver’s book! For funsies, here’s a quote from their (third) kiss.

(Because I’m still—painfully—at the drafting stage, I’m reading this all as though it’s new, and it’s a bit of a delight if I’m honest).

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

She nodded, the gesture firm. “Yes.”

He stepped closer, bridging the distance between them, and slid his good hand into her hair. She didn’t want romance, didn’t want affection, but he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her the way he wanted to. Not as though she was another conquest, all pretty lips and swaying hips, but as though she was Emily Brunton, the lady he had been sharing a life with for these few days.

Emily Brunton, whose strength made him want to do better. And whose weakness made him want to shield her from the world and everything it had ever done to hurt her.

Being around her made him want to be a better man, and he expressed that the only way he knew how—through his mouth. He kissed her deeply, slowly, urging her to soften under his touch, to let him in, to kiss him back with equal intensity.

And she did. Devastatingly. She razed him to the ground and built him anew. He had been aroused before, but as she gained confidence, flicking her tongue against his and arching her back against him, new need blazed through him.

“Your way,” he said against her mouth. “We do this your way. But—” He groaned as she moved against him, bringing a hand to cup his erection. “I am not feeling at my most patient,” he ground out.

“I have never . . .” She paused as she considered her words, and he drew back to watch her. They should blow the candle out, he knew, but he would miss seeing the lustrous gleam of her eyes, or the gleam of red in her rampant hair.

“Never what?” he prompted huskily.

“I have never been in control before.”

“Would you like to be?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind?” He almost laughed as he brought his mouth to the curve of her neck and kissed her there. She quivered under his touch, and he thought he would be half mad before the night was out for certain. But with Emily, he didn’t think he cared. “No,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

That’s all from me! I hope to have an edited book by the end of August, so fingers and toes crossed for me.

Until next time, loves.

Terri x