No blog for me (not if I want to actually
get my books written!) but I enjoy guestblogging at book
sites. I've reposted them all here. Enjoy! ~ JQ
 Originally
appearing on Romantic Inks December 2, 2006, The
Secret Diaries Confessions of Julia Quinn.
 Originally
appearing on “Dishing with the Divas,” June
12, 2006, an interview by Candice
Hern.
 Originally
appearing on Fog City Divas on June 13, 2006, Ten
Occasionally Bizarre, Totally Random Facts about Julia Quinn.
 JQ
was a guest blogger on Squawk
Radio in July 2005.
JQ has guest blogged on many blogspots. Click over to her main blog page.
 
With my husband Paul and Gloria Steinem. Paul has known Gloria since he was
a young boy, and we always get together with her when she is in town. Here
we are at a reading & benefit for Hedgebrook, a wonderful
artist-in-residence program for women writers. |
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More deleted scenes will be posted here in the future. In the meantime, don't miss the ones currently posted below.
Deleted scene from The Secret Diaries of
Miss Miranda Cheever
 This diary entry didn't make it into the final manuscript.
It broke my heart, because I loved it. If you read the
book carefully, however, you'll find bits and pieces of it used elsewhere. ~ JQ
Studies today were Latin and
botany. Olivia declared
herself bored with exotic grasses and turned to me,
instead.
Olivia bores easily.
But she did declare that my face
no longer appears quite so long. Then she decided
that I shall be a Great Beauty, after all.
Olivia sometimes sees the world as she wishes it, and
not as it truly is.
Then she announced (after I pointed
out that I had no need of Great Beauty; I intend to find
a husband among her thwarted suitors) that it didn’t matter, anyway. I
shall marry her brother.
I couldn’t speak. How
did she know?
Then I realized she meant Winston.
Perhaps sometimes I see the world as I wish it, too.
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of Deleted Scene.
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Deleted
scene from How
to Marry a Marquis
The
original epilogue for How to Marry a
Marquis took place
at the wedding,
but my editor felt it would be fun to style it like a
book
instead. I think she was right (I love what we ended
up with)
but I still like this scene a lot! ~ JQ
It was a perfect wedding… almost.
James Anthony Edward, Wilt thou have
this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's
ordinance, in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt
thou love her, comfort her, honour and keep her in sickness
and in health; and forsaking all other, keep thee only
unto her, so long as ye both shall live?
James's voice was loud and firm. "I
will."
Elizabeth Mary, Wilt though have this
man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's
ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou
obey him, serve him, honour and keep him in sickness and
in health; and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto
him, so long as ye both shall live?
Elizabeth's voice was low but true. "I
will."
Who giveth this woman to be married
to this man?
Lucas stepped forward. "I do."
The curate continued with the ceremony
and James repeated his vows, but in the first pew, not everyone
was paying attention.
"What are you holding?" Jane
whispered to Susan.
"Be quiet."
"What is it?"
"I said, be quiet."
"But I want to know."
"The two of you," Lady Danbury
hissed, turning to face them, "be quiet. We're
almost to the part where Elizabeth promises to obey again. Ha! This
ought to be amusing."
Jane waited until Lady D was focused on
the couple at the altar and then she nudged Susan hard in
the ribs and whispered, "What is it? Is
it a book?"
Susan finally gave up and handed Jane a
bible.
Jane gasped. "This is the parish
bible! Aren't they supposed to be saying their vows
over this?"
Susan's smile was devilish in the extreme.
"What is that book the curate is holding?" Jane
squinted and went pale when she noticed the red binding of
the book in the curate's hand. "Oh, no, it's not… Oh,
Susan, Elizabeth will kill you."
Susan shrugged. "She'll appreciate
the irony."
Jane shook her head, her lips parted and
her blue eyes wide. "Oh, no, she won't."
"Be quiet!" Lady Danbury hissed
again. "Or I'll toss the both of you straight
through the stained glass window. This is a serious
proceeding."
"I know," Jane said mournfully. "I
know."
Those whom God hath joined together,
let no man put asunder.
"Oh, thank you very much," Susan
snapped at Jane. "Now I've missed the bit where
he promises to worship her with his body."
 Jane's
eyes bugged out. "He says that?"
And
of course she forgot all about the book.
I now pronounce you man and wife. You
may kiss the bride.
And he did.
End
of Deleted Scene.
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The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever
For all the people who tipped will at Friendly's,
enabling me to save up for my first computer, a Mac SE. (sans
hard drive—thanks, Dad!)
And also for Paul, even though he has totally flaked on his promise to turn said
computer into a fishtank.
 On the Way to the Wedding
For Lyssa Keusch.
Because
you’re my editor.
Because
you’re my friend.
And also for Paul.
Just
because.
 It's In His Kiss
For Steve Axelrod, for a hundred different
reasons. (But especially the caviar!)
And also for Paul, even though he
seems to think I’m
the sort of person who likes to share caviar.
 When He Was
Wicked
For B.B., who kept me company throughout
the writing of this book. The best things come to those
who wait!
And also for Paul, even though he wanted to call it Love in the Time of Malaria.
 To Sir Phillip, With Love
For Stefanie and Randall Hargreaves –
You
opened your home,
You
showed us your town,
You
stored our stuff,
And
when when we arrived,
You
had a care package waiting on the porch.
And when I really needed someone,
I
knew exactly who to call.
And also for Paul, this time Because.
It’s always really Because.
 Romancing Mister Bridgerton
For the women on avonloop, colleagues
and friends all –
Thanks
for giving me someone to talk to all day long.
Your
support and friendship have meant more to me than I could
ever say.
And for Paul, even though the closest
thing you’d
ever find to a romance in his field is a lecture called “The
Kiss of Death.”
 An Offer From a Gentleman
For Cheyenne, and the memory of a Frappucino summer.
And also for Paul, even though he
doesn’t see anything
wrong with watching open heart surgery on TV while we’re
eating spaghetti.
 The Viscount Who Loved Me
For Little Goose Twist,
Who
kept me company throughout the writing of this book.
I
can’t wait to meet you!
And also for Paul, even though he is allergic to musicals.
 The Duke and I
For Danelle Haramon and Sabrina Jeffries, without whom I
never would have turned this book in on time.
And for Martha of The Romance Journal electronic
bulletin board, for suggesting I call it Daphne’s
Bad Heir Day.
And also for Paul, even though his idea of dancing is standing
still while he holds my hand and watches me twirl.
How to Marry a Marquis
In loving memory
Ted Cotler, 1915-1973
Rutherford
Swatzburg, 1910-1992
Betty
Goldblatt Swatzburg, 1910-1997
Edith
Block Cotler, 1917-1998
Ernest
Anderson, 1911-1998
I stand upon your shoulders every day of my life.
And for Paul, even though he seems
to think he can get out of just about anything by saying, “You’re
very cute, though.”
 To Catch an Heiress
For Mama Chiks, Sister Song, Freener, and Nosk from Bools
And also for Paul, even though it’s
a miracle I got this book finished at all since he kept
stealing my computer to play DOOM.
 Brighter than the Sun
For Auntie Susan – Thank you.
— Miss
Julie
And for Paul, even though he just
doesn’t understand
why I can’t end all of my titles with exclamation points.
 Everything and the Moon
For Lyssa Keusch, my most excellent
editor and protector of all things chartreuse, puce, and
brackish green. This
paint chip’s for you!
And for Paul, even though he wants me to call the sequel Everything
and Baboon.
 Minx
For Fran Lebowitz – a
wonderful agent, a wonderful friend.
And for Paul, even though he kept
asking, “Where are
all the minks?”
 Dancing at Midnight
For my father, who never forgets
to tell me how proud he is of me. I’m proud
of you, too!
And for Paul, even though he seemed to think the story could
be improved by moving the whole thing to the rain forest.
 Splendid
For my mother, who let me drag her to all those bookstores.
And
for Paul, even though he insisted that the title ought
to be Splendid in the Grass.
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