Welcome to Sunday News!
and to Lori H for winning a copy of one of her audio books!!
I have been slammed with deadlines this week. First the copy edits for Lady Beresford’s Lover which will release in July.
Here is an excerpt.
“I need to speak with you.”
Punt nodded, and supervised setting out Vivian’s breakfast. She’d been hungry before, but now her stomach twisted itself into knots.
“You’re up before times. Are you feeling better?”
“I am wonderful and well rested.” There was no point in not being forthright. After all, she was a grown woman and a widow. “I need you to accompany me to the land agent.”
“About a house?” Punt’s lips pressed together in disapproval, and Vivian ignored it.
“About a town house.” She sat at the square table near the windows overlooking the garden, and poured her tea, adding two sugars and milk. She wasn’t able to meet her maid’s eyes, but said in an even tone, as if every day she told Punt that she was going to try to have an affair, “I have decided to have a liaison with Lord Stanstead, and I shall need your help.” The room was so still, so silent, it was deafening. Vivian took a sip and swallowed. Blackmail it was. “If you won’t help me, I’ll be forced to find someone who will.”
After several more uncomfortable moments, Punt finally said, “You’ve thought about this, have you?”
Vivian’s heart pounded in her chest. “A great deal.”
“I don’t suppose you’d . . . no, never mind.” Punt shrugged. “If that’s what you want, I can’t have you trusting yourself to strangers, and someone’s got to look out for you.”
Vivian let out the breath she’d been holding. This was really going to happen.
I also had the galleys for A Kiss for Lady Mary to do.
The second day of May 1816, London, England
My dearest Constance,
I am distraught at the idea that you will miss another Season. London is always so diverting. However, I fully understand your concern over your granddaughter. It would be far better for her if we could get her settled. Speaking of which, Featherton has finally lost patience with his heir and is insisting he wed soon. We have long spoken of a match between our houses. Could it be the time has come for us to step in and arrange a union?
Your devoted Friend,
Lucinda, Dowager Viscountess Featherton.
The tenth day of May 1816, Near Market Harborough, England
My dear Lucinda,
I believe you are correct. I cannot think of a better match for my Mary than your Kit. We must plan carefully. There is also the matter of her cousin. He is still stalking her. If only there was a safe place for her to hide until her situation can be resolved.
Your friend as always,
Constance, Dowager Duchess of Bridgewater
I love these two ladies so much I brought them back for the last book in the series. Which needs to be finished in three weeks.
This next week I’m off to the Fun in the Sun Conference where I’m giving a class on Regency customs and manners. Because I’ll be on a cruise ship, I won’t be able to post next Sunday. However, Please stop by on Friday when my guest author is Julia Tagen!
Until then, here is a picture of Little Magen’s.
What have you been doing, and what do you have planned?