Hello, Raven here.
I’m in the middle of revisions for my Regency romance, The Lord’s Persuasion of Lady Lydia. It’s due out on October 27th so I need to get a move on.
The problem is, I’m enjoying myself so much. I reread bits and cuddle them. Add a bit and consider it. Decide it works or not. Chuckle and swear, or whatever.
For some reason I seem to be approaching these in a totally different way to my usual work through them and then go back. This time I’m smoothing refining and eventually, reluctantly moving on to the next bit.
It took a while to get used to revisions and not edits. I don’t get comments on the M/s just a document with the editor’s suggestions. Which I have to say are bloody brilliant.
So I’m asking you to forgive me for not writing something more useful, or inspiring. I’m deep in Regency land sorting out villains and trying to persuade my heroine that my hero really is a good bet.
Anyhow, here’s the blurb. What do you think?
Seducing the wallflower…
Over the years, Lydia Field has perfected the art of being a wallflower. It’s the only way to avoid the attention of unwanted suitors – and the perils of a convenient, loveless marriage! Instead, she dreams of the day she can leave London’s high society behind her, trading the glamorous balls and afternoon teas for a quiet life in the country.
But in an unguarded moment, she finds herself catching the eye of notorious rake ‘Handsome Harry’, Lord Birnham. Now that he’s glimpsed the wildness and fire that lurks beneath Lydia’s demure exterior, Lord Birnham will not rest until he has unleashed the full extent of her passion!
For if there’s one skill that Lord Birnham is known for, it’s the art of persuasion…
And just to show you I really am working, Here’s a wee tease
~~~‘My problem,’ he said as they reached the park gate once more. ‘Is that I’m going to marry you. Your problem is that you haven’t yet agreed.’
If she hadn’t got her feet firmly in the stirrups she may well have fallen off. ‘What?’ She really must stop eating cheese before bed if it made her hear such ridiculous statements. ‘Tell me I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.’
‘You heard I am going to marry you. I told you that the other day.’
‘Told me told me? Told me?’ Lord her voice was rising like a termagant. Lydia reined in her anger and took three deep calming breaths. ‘How about asking me? No don’t bother,’ she said as he opened his mouth. ‘The back of a horse is no place for a proposal, and even if it were the answer would be no. Do you not listen to anything I say?’ she demanded furiously. ‘I do not want to wed. You or anyone.’ She swallowed her disappointment at his inability to understand her. He was the same as everyone else, with no thoughts but to himself and all he wanted. She had thought better of him.
‘Why not? Are you honestly saying you’d prefer a life alone in the country that a life with me and our children?’
The mention of children gave her a swift pang of something and she quashed it immediately. It couldn’t be allowed to come into the equation. ‘My lord you and I both know how a marriage in the ton works. And I want none of it. Better to be alone by choice than alone because it is chosen for you. I prefer the former.’
‘Who says our marriage would be like that?” Harry asked softly. ‘Esther and Cranswick’s is not.’
‘They are something of a rarity and you know it, my lord. Edward has never been over enamoured with London life. You have. Esther will do whatever Edward requests. I am not so biddable, even though I tried to act so. I could not and will not be a puppet.’ She felt disloyal to her friends because their life was not so banal as she portrayed it, but even so it was not for her.
‘We could do it,’ he said stubbornly. ‘If you agreed to be my wife.’
Lydia shook her head, sadder than she had ever been in her life. ‘You know better than to say such things. You might think it now, but we both know how the ton behave. Not for me. Now please say no more and take me home.’
Where I can indulge in a hearty bout of tears. How can he offer me something, I do not want, in such a manner I wish I did?
Harry shook his head. ‘I can take you home but I can not leave it there.’ He took a deep breath. ‘Lydia please hear me out.’
What now? He sounds as if he has something to impart I will not like.
‘I can’t do much else can I?’ she said waspishly. ‘We are riding out of the park and about to head through busy streets. Sadly I can’t ride away in high dudgeon. So, my lord, what now?’
‘Oh no, my lord. I don’t want to use your given name. My lord will do.’ She said emphatically, and left the addendum, “if I have to address you at all,” unsaid, but she knew Harry understood it was there.
‘Lydia my dear, I have already spoken to your papa asked if I may court you with a view to marriage one day and he is agreeable to the match. He saw no reason why you would refuse me. Indeed, I…’ he hesitated and Lydia didn’t say anything. He’d dug his hole now let him climb out of it unaided.
‘Look, my dear, why not?’ he asked earnestly. ‘I promise not to crowd you, but think about it. We get on, you are of an age to wed. I have a country estate, a house in town. I need a wife, and an heir or two. I think you will fit the bill admirably, and you will lack for nothing.’
Oh yes I will. She didn’t respond, but let her horse walk on with Harry and his own mount by her side.
‘For god’s sake Lydia what are you thinking,’ he said irritably after several seconds had passed by in silence. ‘Will you be my wife?’
‘Ah a proposal at last.’
‘What?’ Harry raised his eyebrows. ‘What do you mean?’
Men were so unthinking at times. ‘That, my lord is the first time you have asked me to be your wife and not told me I will.’
Harry twisted in his saddle and looked at her with an astonished expression. Then his facial muscles relaxed. ‘Really, then on my honour, I do apologise. Please, my dear Lydia I would be honoured if you would accept my hand in marriage. So, now we have that straight, I may tell your papa we are betrothed? We can arrange our wedding day?’
He was like all men. Blind to all except he wanted to see, deaf to all except he wanted to hear.
‘I haven’t yet replied to you,’ Lydia said composedly, although if she had been standing her knees would be knocking. ‘And now I will. No. Thank you,’ she added belatedly. There was no need to be impolite even if she did want to scream and throw things.~~~
Just in case you’re interested it is up for preorder…
love Raven x