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Copperplate Books
January 17, 2026

Terri

Hello, loveliest reader!

Happy New Year! It’s a little late to be saying this, really, especially because half of the first month of the new year has almost gone already (how?! Where?!) but I haven’t said it yet, so here we are. I hope the January blues haven’t hit too hard. The 19th—coincidentally my husband’s birthday!—is Blue Monday, according to some travel company in the early 2000s, which means that we’re all contractually obligated to be a little bit sad.

Fortunately, my book has just released. Yay!

Kidnapping the wrong sister was not part of the plan. Falling for her was far worse.

Indolent Oliver Beaumont thinks he’s solved all his problems: elope to Gretna Green with a pretty, agreeable young lady and claim his inheritance early. Until he accidentally races to Scotland with the wrong sister in tow.

After she found a note arranging a rendezvous, Emily Brunton merely intended to show the scoundrel a lesson. Instead, she finds herself in Scotland with a man intent on marriage.

Certain her sister must love him, she resolves to deliver Oliver back to his intended bride. But when a snowstorm forces forcing them to shelter at a remote farm as husband and wife, her resolutions quickly falter. Oliver isn’t the indolent young gentleman she thought he was, and what began as dislike transforms into a heat neither of them can deny.

But letting him in means betraying her sister, and that’s a line Emily is not willing to cross—even if it means breaking her own heart… and his.

For the longest time, I struggled with these two. With Emily’s prickliness, and Oliver’s golden retriever energy, and how I could make their story make sense. (The answer, by the way, has always been trauma. When in doubt, make them hurt.)

But now I have, I think I’ve fallen in love with this book twice as hard. I think there’s something to be said about struggling making victory all the sweeter—I doubted everything about myself and the writing process for so long, and when it finally slotted into place, it felt a little as though I made sense, too.

Oliver has become my dream man. He dresses himself up as a bit of a rakish figure, but deep down he just wants to love and be loved. What he’s always been searching for has been acceptance, and Emily accepts him utterly, flaws and all, even when he reveals his greatest shame.

And Emily—oh, poor Emily. I think when you’re in the habit of putting yourself last, it’s so hard to overcome that particular wrongness of letting someone put you first. She needed love the way a starved tree needs water, but she was so afraid. Oliver had to show her what love could be. Not a poison, but an antidote (damn, I should have put that line in the novel).

Also, Clarabella is one of my favourite characters even though she appears very little, and I am not sorry about it.

If you’re unsure what sort of novel you’re getting, here’s a small extract:

After breakfast, little John threw himself affectionately into Emily’s lap. “Did you know Clarabella chased Mr Beaumont half across the yard?” he asked.

Emily glanced at Oliver. More and more intriguing. “I did not,” she said.

Oliver heaved a mock-pained sigh. “You’ve ruined the surprise.” To her, he added, “Clarabella is a pig.”

“I named her,” John said proudly.

“She sounds as though she might be a delight, but she is a menace,” Oliver said, his mouth twitching as though he could not quite keep hold of his straight face. “That beast ate one of my boot’s tassels.”

Emily had another strange desire to laugh. Oliver sparked that desire inside her more and more the longer she remained in his company. “Serves you right for wearing such expensive boots in the farmyard.”

“I knew you would take her side!”

Emily could not hold her smile inside any longer. “Have you yet to make peace with poor Clarabella?”

“Poor Clarabella? I have to take my life into my hands every time she is released from her pen.”

“Clarabella likes me,” John said, snuggling closer. Emily, who had not been subject to the unconstrained affection of small boys before, and who found she liked it very much indeed, held him tighter. “I think she doesn’t like Mr Beaumont.”

“That much is obvious,” Oliver said, and held out the affected leg, boot sans one tassel. “I even bribed her with a carrot, but my overtures were ruthlessly overturned.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t like carrots?” Emily suggested.

“She eats rotten turnips,” Oliver said. “The idea that she could dislike carrots is preposterous.”

It’s in Kindle Unlimited, so if you don’t fancy paying for it, you can read it for free there. I hope you enjoy!

Book Rec

If you haven’t already, check out Kelsey Swanson’s latest release, Bedding the Marquess. Look at that gorgeous cover! (I’ve also had a sneak peak at her next set of covers, which are also very pretty!).

Other News

I’m deep in the process of writing my next book on a tight deadline (which begs the question of am I ever NOT on a tight deadline?) and I’m weirdly really enjoying it so far. Of course, it’s a first draft, so it’s not going to be anything special RIGHT NOW, but I think it will be.

And it features my personal favourite thing ever: a rake.

I know, I know, Oliver isn’t a rake, and I adore him. So I guess sweet, adorable, cinnamon roll men and rakes are my two favourite things.

I think for my next series, though, I’ll be writing a stoic, emotionally stunted man who comes to discover love. And, probably, chaos.

That’s all from me for now. If you like To Steal a Bride, please don’t hesitate to let me know. Every tiny bit of feedback from readers has meant the WORLD to me, and I can absolutely guarantee it will make my day!

Thanks for being here on this journey!

Terri x