Joanna Maitland

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My contribution to this beach read anthology is I, Vampire – Romance with Bite. And, yes, it does what it says on the tin. 😉 It’s a new genre for me and I had to go up a very steep learning curve, vampire-wise. But my vampire story was huge fun to write. In fact, I think I’ve fallen in love with Theo. And he knows it. He’s angling to appear again, quite soon.

Theo is just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill vampire, taking a seaside holiday at Little Piddling.
It’s peaceful and relaxing in his borrowed beach hut until, one night, a scruffy little boy turns up.
And then Theo is forced to confront a woman he’s tried to forget…

Here’s the start of my story:  I, Vampire – Romance with Bite

“I, vampire. You, human. We have a relationship, you know?”
     The boy nodded. He didn’t look worried.
     I was going to have to be more precise. It was time this little urchin showed some proper respect to a vampire. Fear, even.
     “Vampires drink blood. Human blood. You are human. Worried now?”
     He shook his head. “Nope. I know all about vampires. I’ve read Terry Pratchett.”
     “Terry who?”
     “Pratchett. Don’t you read in your vampire world? Oh, I suppose you’re a bit short of light in your coffin.”
     “I don’t live in a coffin. I live in a—” Oh. Um. I glanced over my shoulder at beach hut Number 23a.
     “Anyway, you don’t have to drink human blood to survive. You can reform.”
     “I can what?”
     “You can reform. Like Angel in Buffy.”
     “What the h—? Um.” He was a child. No swearing. “Who is Buffy when he’s at home? And where does the angel come in?”
     “Buffy,” he responded smugly, “is a she. She’s a Slayer. Of vampires.”
     “And Angel is a vampire.”
     “So she slays him?”
     “Nnnooope. She falls in love with him.”
     My head was beginning to hurt. “So the Slayer doesn’t slay the vampire? Does the vampire drink her blood?”
     “So how does he survive?”
     “It’s complicated. You need to watch the box set.”
     The only boxes I knew were coffins—which don’t come in sets. Besides, I’d given up on coffins in favour of beach hut Number 23a.
     Temporarily, you understand.



The Aikenhead Honours
driven by duty—tamed by love?

Four gentlemen spies in Napoleon’s Europe
Each needs a woman to help him fulfil his mission
Will he let her into his life? And his heart?

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His Cavalry Lady
His Reluctant Mistress
His Forbidden Liaison
His Silken Seduction



I have been reading — and writing! — stories for as long as I can remember and I love to share favourite books. I may write (mostly) romantic novels, but I read all sorts of fiction besides romance — lots of crime, thrillers, fantasy and science fiction, timeslip, historicals. I’m hoping that readers at Libertà will point me to new genres and authors I’ve been missing.

If you’d like a longer bio, it’s here and my full (printable) book list is here.

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Joanna Maitland Independent Self-Publishing


My half of the I Hate Christmas anthology is One Christmas Tree To Go, a Victorian timeslip.

For tree-grower Gabe, Christmas is already hectic enough. And then he’s confronted by Lucy, his millionaire landlord’s daughter, wanting a very special tree. Though she used to be a friend, Gabe knows he ought to keep her at a distance now. But can he?
And why does the woman in the Victorian picture look exactly like her?

“Friendship is for equals,” Gabe managed at last, through a dry throat. “You and I are…” He gestured helplessly with open hands. “Best if we keep things businesslike. So, what can I do for you?”
     Lucy responded with a noise that tried to be an angry growl. Gabe thought she sounded like a cuddly puppy, doing a wolf impression. He said nothing, waiting.
     Finally, she sighed and said, matter-of-factly, “Christmas trees. Or, more specifically, one Christmas tree. A really special one this year. I want to put a tree into the stairwell so that our guests can admire it all the way up to the top floor.”
     “Four floors worth of tree?”


Star Crossed at Twilight

Star Crossed at Twilight — originally published under the title Delight and Desire back in 2010, is set in my native Scotland, but this is a Romeo and Juliet story. That’s why I opted for STAR CROSSED AT TWILIGHT and a new cover (shown below) featuring the tower of the real ruined Scottish castle that plays such a big part in the lovers’ encounters. It is available for download and now in paperback too



A Fairytale Castle? With a REAL Fairy?

Major Robert Anstruther is bored. His wounds are healing at last, so he rides out to a favourite retreat, the ruins of Caerlaverock Castle. He loves its fairytale atmosphere, especially in the twilight, though he’s never seen any fairies there.

Until now.

A revised version of the ebook novella originally published in 2010
by Harlequin Mills & Boon Ltd under the title
Delight and Desire

Joanna’s Free Short Story!

To celebrate Burns Night 2016 — I am a Scot, after all — I posted a tongue-in-cheek take-off of Tam O’Shanter with my blog. The story is still available here on the website, as a free read. You can even print it, if you like!

2 thoughts on “Joanna Maitland

  1. Louise Putnam

    In the Earl’s Mistletoe Bride you talk about the servants “removing the cloth and setting out the dessert and decanterson the polished mahogany”. Please, how did the servants “remove the cloth” whlie the guests were still sitting at the table. Do you know?

    1. Joanna Post author

      That’s a really good question, Louise, and I’m not sure I know the answer for sure. It was certainly what was usually done, but how, without inconveniencing the diners? Well, by the time dinner got to that point, all the cutlery would have been used or removed. Ditto the plates and most of the glasses. And if it was a dinner with “removes”, all the serving platters would have been removed from the table centre at the end of each course/remove. If it was a dinner without removes (à la russe), there would be no serving platters on the table. So there probably wouldn’t have been much on the tablecloth at the crucial point. It would have been fairly easy for servants to reach across and remove any remaining glasses etc and then whisk off the tablecloth. I think. But if there were heavy ornaments etc in the middle of the table it would have been much more difficult, perhaps impossible to do. In Salter’s painting of the 1836 Waterloo Banquet the eating is over and they’ve reached the stage of toasts; it certainly looks as if the cloth is still there, but given the weight of the Portuguese silver centrepiece, that’s understandable. You can see the silver at Apsley House. It’s enormous.


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