Winner of the Choc-Lit Australian Star competition!
Emily Micklen is proud, passionate – and left with no option after the death of her loving fiancé, Jack, but to marry the scarred, taciturn, soldier who needs to secure a well-connected wife.
Major Angus McCartney hopes that marriage to the unobtainable beauty whose confident gaze about the ballroom once failed to register his presence will offer both of them a chance to put the past to rest.
Emily’s determination to be faithful to Jack’s memory is matched only by Angus’s desire to win her with honour and action. Sent to France on a mission of national security, Angus discovers how deeply Emily has been duped, but the secrets he uncovers lead them both into danger. Can Angus and Emily unmask the real conspirators before they lose everything?
Emily Micklen is proud, passionate – and left with no option after the death of her loving fiancé, Jack, but to marry the scarred, taciturn, soldier who needs to secure a well-connected wife.
Major Angus McCartney hopes that marriage to the unobtainable beauty whose confident gaze about the ballroom once failed to register his presence will offer both of them a chance to put the past to rest.
Emily’s determination to be faithful to Jack’s memory is matched only by Angus’s desire to win her with honour and action. Sent to France on a mission of national security, Angus discovers how deeply Emily has been duped, but the secrets he uncovers lead them both into danger. Can Angus and Emily unmask the real conspirators before they lose everything?
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Major Angus McCartney was out of his depth.
He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Only five minutes in this gloomy, oppressive parlour after the women
had arrived and he was questioning his ability to complete his mission, a feeling he’d not experienced before Corunna
four years before.
He’d
been unprepared for the assault on his senses unleashed by the
beautiful Miss Micklen. He shifted position once more, fingering the
letters that belonged to her. For two years he’d carried the memory of
the young woman before him as a confident, radiant creature in a white
muslin ball gown with a powder-blue sash. Now her tragic, disbelieving
gaze unleashed a flood of memory, for in her distress she bore no
resemblance to the paragon of beauty at the Regimental Ball, a bright
memory in an otherwise tormented year after he’d been invalided out of
Spain. Clearly Miss Micklen did not remember him.
She’d
remember him forever now: as the harbinger of doom, for as surely as if
he’d pulled the trigger he’d just consigned her hopes and dreams to
cinders.
She
turned suddenly, catching him by surprise, and the painful, searing
memory of the last time he’d confronted such grief tore through him.
Corunna
again. As if presented on a platter, the image of the soldier’s woman
he’d assisted flashed before his eyes, forcing him to draw a sustaining
breath as he battled with the familiar self-reproach which threatened to
unman him.
He reminded himself he was here to do good.
‘A
skirmish near the barracks?’ the young woman whispered, resting her
hands upon her crippled mother’s shoulders. ‘Last Wednesday?’
‘That is correct, ma’am.’
Mrs
Micklen muttered some incoherent words, presumably of sympathy. Angus
pitied them both: Miss Micklen digesting her sudden bereavement, and the
mother for her affliction. The older woman sat hunched in her chair by
the fire, unable to turn her head, her claw-like hands trembling in her
lap.
He
cleared his throat, wishing he’d taken more account of his acknowledged
clumsiness with the fairer sex. He was not up to the task. He’d
dismissed the cautions of his fellow officers, arrogantly thinking he’d
be shirking his duty were he not the one to deliver the news. It was
condolences he should be offering, and he had not the first idea how to
appeal to a frail feminine heart.
Nor
was he accustomed to the lies tripping off his tongue as he added, ‘A
tragic mishap, ma’am, but Captain Noble acquitted himself with honour to
the end.’
Miss
Micklen’s gaze lanced him with its intensity. Tears glistened, held in
check by her dark lashes. ‘I can’t believe it,’ she whispered, moving to
draw aside the heavy green velvet curtain and stare at the dipping sun.
‘Jack told me he was on the Continent.’
Choosing
not to refute Jack’s lie, he said carefully, ‘An altercation occurred
between a group of infantry in which I was unwittingly involved. When
Captain Noble came to my assistance he was struck a mortal blow to the
head. I’m sorry, Miss Micklen.’
He
wished he knew how to offer comfort. The beautiful Miss Micklen of the
Christmas Regimental Ball had seemed all-powerful in her cocoon of happy
confidence. Unobtainable as the stars in heaven, he’d thought as he’d
watched her skirt the dance floor in the arms of the unworthy Jack
Noble. For so long he’d carried Miss Micklen’s image close to his heart
and this was the first time he’d been reminded of Jessamine.
God, how weary he was of war.
Beverley
Eikli is the author of eight historical romances published by Pan
Macmillan Momentum, Robert Hale, Ellora's Cave and Total-e-Bound.
Recently she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for an Australian Starcompetition with her suspenseful, spy-based Regency Romance The Reluctant Bride.
She's been shortlisted twice for a Romance Readers of Australia Award in the Favourite Historical category — in 2011 for A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake's Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.
Beverley
wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the
heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the
genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a
journalist.
After throwing in her job on South Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiser to
manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana,
Beverley discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched
cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian
bush pilot she met around a camp fire.
Eighteen
years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and
CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level
sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap,
Beverley is back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education andMacedon Ranges Further Education.
She writes Regency Historical Intrigue as Beverley Eikli and erotic historicals as Beverley Oakley.
Beverley won the Choc Lit Search for an Australian Star competition with The Reluctant Bride.
Shortlisted for the 2012 Australian Romance Readers Award for her novel Rake's Honour
Finalist in the 2011 Australian Romance Readers Awards for her novel A Little Deception.
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9 comments:
The last line of the excerpt is so heartfelt.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
Hi Mary,
Nice to 'see' you again :) I hope all is well with you. And thank you for your comment. Angus is a very tortured and complex hero. I love it when readers sympathise with him.
Great excerpt, thank you. Sounds like a wonderful story.
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What a great life you have had. congrats on winning the competition. This book sounds so exciting and perhaps a lot romantic.
Thanks Rita and MomJane,
There are a few more excerpts along the tour, so I hope you'll enjoys those, too.
Have a lovely day. I've just woken up here in Australia:)
Beverley x
Nice excerpt
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This book sounds so exciting and perhaps a lot romantic. Short term loans in usa I read your blog. its nice.
Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a really good book. evamillien at gmail dot com
Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a great book. evamillien at gmail dot com
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