Thank you so much for popping in. Grab a cup of tea, or coffee (wine? whisky?), put your feet up, and stay as long as you want. I love company!

Who am I? Deborah Small. Romance author (among other things). I write historical romance in Early American, Georgian, and Regency eras. When not researching, or working on the next book, I love to visit with readers, and other writers, on Facebook and Twitter. You can also follow me on Instagram (especially if you like cats, wine, bubble baths, and camping and outdoor pics).

If you’d like a free preview of an upcoming release, and to be notified whenever I have a new release due to hit shelves, sign-up for my newsletter (on the right). I blog weekly (mostly). About what? Everything. Anything. Check out Deb’s Writing Room, and if you like what you read, sign up to receive my posts directly to your inbox (saves you having to pop in here, though you’re welcome anytime). If you only want to know when a new book is due out, sign up for Book News. Don’t forget to add my e-mail address (deborahsmall@deborahsmall.com) to your whitelist, so it doesn’t get lost in a spam folder.

Deb’s Reading Room is my library, where I invite you in to learn a little about some of the books I’ve read.  Maybe you’ve read some of them? In the For Readers section, I share who and what inspired my first book, along with information, and links, related to themes or events in the stories. The For Writers section is only one page right now, but it’s an important page, as I share little of what I’ve learned over the last twenty years, of developing my craft.

Reader, or writer, if you’re here, you’re a friend. Thank you so much for stopping in. Did I mention I love company?

Upcoming Releases


April 2018: My Dear One, book I in the Dear One series.

The Dear One series is set in the 1910s, starting in late 1911 with My Dear One, due out in April 2018.

The sequel, My Own (late 2018) begins a few months prior to the 1914 outbreak of WWI. The third book, My One True Love (2019), carries the reader through 1915. Two more books are planned in the series, and I’ll update progress on them, as progress warrants.



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I was raised by my mom and stepdad on a hobby farm where my passion for reading, and all things furred and feathered, was indulged. When I wasn’t adopting stray cats and dogs—and the occasional flock of geese—I was riding one of my horses, or locked in my room with the latest Nancy Drew, Black Stallion, …

Deb’s Writing Room

Where I note my thoughts on life, writing, and the writing life.    

The Books

Douglas Ranch Series                                                                     1912 …   When the Titanic sinks, Dianna faces desperate choices…         1914…              …

Formal is Normal

Late last week I emailed ARCs of My Dear One to volunteers. One reader has already finished (!), and another contacted me to tell me she’s loving the story–hates the steward–and what is up with the heroine’s formal speech? Short answer? She’s British. And daughter of an English peer. Rules of etiquette differ depending on …

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What A Girl Wants – In A Cover

In my last book review, I mentioned how I ended up angry, tossing and turning, instead of sleeping, after finishing the book. I want to expand on my reaction. As I mention in the review, I was drawn to the book  initially by its cover. As a warm-blooded, heterosexual female, with an affinity for all …

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March is Calving Season

March break was second only to summer break when I was a kid, and only because it was a good six-weeks shorter in duration. And a whole lot colder. Especially on the Ranch. March didn’t just signal a break from school for me; it heralded a trip to BC’s interior to visit my aunt and …

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Rebel Fear

I started out a bit of a rebel. Mom says she put a harness on me one day when I was a toddler. I had a penchant for toddling off. Most toddlers do. Fearless, ignorant of danger and mobile, young children get into things—and out of places—they shouldn’t. So, on went the harness. For about …

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