Wednesday, July 31, 2019

There Are Winners Under That Virtual Bed


 On today's Welcome Wednesday, I welcome popular writer of Regencies, Barbara Monajem, Barbara is celebrating the release just a week ago of her latest book, The Smuggler's Escape.

Please tell us about the history of this particular book.

Ten years after I first wrote the story of The Smuggler’s Escape, it’s finally out in the world. Why, you ask (or at least Barbara Bettis asked) did it take ten whole years?

To tell the truth, it didn’t. It spent most of the time moldering under the virtual bed where an author puts manuscripts she doesn’t know how to fix, but can’t quite bring herself to discard forever. (I keep almost everything. I’m really, really bad at throwing things away.)

Years ago, when I entered contests for unpublished writers, the first scene (now the second one) actually won one of them! I was thrilled when it garnered a request for the full manuscript from an editor—but she rejected it. Rightly so.

For one thing, it was too long. Way, waaay too long. For another, it rambled away from the main plot, giving secondary characters too much room on the page. Also, the motivation was unconvincing. And in one version (there are always more than one), the hero was an inconsiderate lover. I had forgotten about that flaw until I started writing this blog. Why, if he was such a dud, would the heroine want him back?

I had plenty of ideas for other stories, so I set that manuscript aside and moved on… Then last year, when I had finished the final full manuscript of my Scandalous Kisses series and was wondering what to do next, I discovered that ten-year-old manuscript under the virtual bed and read it. And liked it! There were lots of good bits – action and adventure, banter between the hero and heroine, and some lusty love scenes, too. (The hero had improved greatly in that version.) All I had to do was fix the motivation, cut about 20,000 words, promise the secondary characters that they would have their own stories later, and voilà!

There’s also a sequel under the virtual bed. It too needs work—and I can’t wait to get right down to it!



Blurb:

After escaping the guillotine, Noelle de Vallon takes refuge with her aunt in England. Determined to make her own way, she joins the local smugglers, but when their plans are uncovered, Richard, Lord Boltwood steps out of the shadows to save her. Too bad he’s the last man on earth she ever wanted to see again.

Years ago, Richard Boltwood’s plan to marry Noelle was foiled when his ruthless father shipped him to the Continent to work in espionage. But with the old man at death’s door, Richard returns to England with one final mission: to catch a spy. And Noelle is the prime suspect.

Noelle needs Richard’s help, but how can she ever trust the man who abandoned her? And how can Richard catch the real culprit while protecting the woman who stole his heart and won’t forgive him for breaking hers?

Excerpt:

Setup: Noelle needs Richard’s help, but she doesn’t want him interfering in the smuggling business. She refuses to marry him, and she can’t afford to let him seduce her, either. Richard has other ideas…

Noelle slid off Snowflake’s back, passed her to a surprised groom, and hastened toward the house. The wind ceased its fitful snatching at her bonnet and tore it off good and proper, dancing with it in the sunlight, tossing it around the side of Boltwood Manor.

Noelle picked up her skirts and ran after the hat. The wind teased it away from her grasping fingers and threw it this way and that across the lawn. Noelle followed, cursing, while the wind tugged her hair out of its pins and flapped it into her face. The bonnet flew through the herb garden, lit briefly on the outstretched hand of a stone nymph, and fluttered toward the terrace.

Richard Boltwood stepped through the French doors to the terrace, reached out a long arm, and rescued Noelle’s hat from the wind.

Sacré tonnerre, but he was beautiful. Most improperly, he wore only shirt and breeches. His sleeves couldn’t hide those powerful shoulders and arms, nor his breeches the muscles of his thighs. The open neck of his shirt revealed his firm throat and a few hairs of the masculine chest she had seen and touched only once.

His face was bright with laughter, his bearing confident. Masterful. Irresistible. In spite of herself, Noelle quivered inside.

No. This was no time for quivering. She hurried forward. “Richard, I must speak with you.”

“With pleasure,” Richard said. “Your bonnet, ma’am.” He held it out but made no attempt to touch her.

Noelle closed her fingers around the ribbons, and immediately Richard put his hands behind his back. She moved closer, and he inched away. “In private!” she whispered. She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. The hat strained away from her hand, and her hair flapped in her face. “Stay here! It’s urgent. I need your help immediately.”

“Ah,” Richard said, “I am of course at your service, my love, but do consider. Your only legitimate excuse for such a precipitate arrival must be desperate love for me, but if there is to be no touching, it won’t look like love, will it?” He danced away like the bonnet on the wind. “You do look delightfully desperate, my sweet.”

“That was your idea,” Noelle fumed. “I never said I wouldn’t touch you, merely that it would be wiser not.”

“It would have been wiser not to involve yourself in the free trade. As to not touching me, do as you please, as long as you understand that if you touch me, I will consider it a clear invitation to touch you in return.” His lips twitched.

Nom de Dieu.” She must keep her distance, but he was making that impossible. “Oh, very well. You may kiss my hand.”

“Your Majesty is most gracious.” He took her gloved hand in his and tugged at the tip of one finger.
She tried to draw away, but he wouldn’t let go. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what it looks like. I won’t waste one of my burning kisses on a mere glove.” A few seconds later, the glove was in his breeches pocket. He took her cool hand into his large warm one and brought it within an inch of his lips.

The warmth of his hand, the heat of his breath, traveled all the way to her toes. “Get on with it,” she said, quivering with impatience. Get it over with before it kills me. When he did nothing, she pulled at her hand.

He didn’t let go. “It’s not enough. No woman who gallops to her lover’s door would be content with one little kiss.” He paused. “On her hand.”

Waiting for that kiss was torture, and she had urgent news. She said in French, “Richard, the excisemen are nearby! We don’t have time for playing games.”

“This is no game,” he answered in the same language. “Lives are at stake, and therefore our charade must appear real.”

Charade?

Did that mean he accepted her refusal to marry him? In which case, she should be glad. Or at the very least, relieved.

She didn’t have time for emotions. “Lives are at stake, and therefore we must hurry.”

“But not appear to do so,” he said. “A bargain—both your hands. It’s not dangerous, surely . . . just a little hand kiss or two.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he took the other hand, pried her fingers open, and released the ribbons of her hat.

It fluttered away across the lawn. “My bonnet!”

“What’s a mere bonnet when one is deep in love?” Richard removed the second glove and stowed it in his pocket. He pulled her close and pressed his hot lips to the back of one tingling hand.

Something inside Noelle pulsed in response. Yes.

His lips settled hotly on the other hand.

Oh, yes.

“Enough?” Richard whispered. “We have demonstrated love, but what about passion?”

Noelle couldn’t bring herself to move. Her breathing quickened, and her knees felt abominably weak.

“Only a passionate woman would ride ventre à terre to the man she loves.” He turned her hands over and cupped them in his large ones. “You, my sweet, are the essence of passion.”

He pressed his lips into one palm and then the other. The pulsing inside her deepened to a throb.

She couldn’t help it. She whimpered, staring at his lips and her hand.
His tongue reached out and gently, devastatingly, licked her palm.
Dieu du ciel. His arms surrounded her and his heady aroma overwhelmed her senses. She drank it in through her very pores. I love you. Oh, how I love you. She pressed her face into the hollow at his throat.

No.

She made a small despairing sound, and immediately his arms loosened. He pushed up her chin and deposited a swift kiss on her lips. “You do love me, and you know it.”

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 Bio:


Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years old about apple tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young, then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances with intrepid heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa). Regency mysteries are next on the agenda.

Barbara loves to cook, especially soups. She used to have two items on her bucket list: to make asparagus pudding (because it was too weird to resist) and to succeed at knitting socks. She managed the first (it was dreadful) but doubts she’ll ever accomplish the second. This is not a bid for immortality but merely the dismal truth. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays.


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9 comments:

  1. Welcome, Barbara. I'm excited to have you visit today and I'm definitely looking forward to this book! I've just had my own experience with the "under the bed" manuscript that finally saw the light of day. the best of luck with The Smuggler's Escape.

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  2. Thanks for having me here, Barb. :)

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  3. Wonderful excerpt!! The Smuggler’s Escape sounds great!!

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  4. Beautiful cover, fun excerpt, and backstory. Congrats on bringing your manuscript to life!

    I, too, have a ten-year-old manuscript. It would have been my debut novel, crashed along with my computer, and after many months, was recovered. Some day...

    Fun post, ladies! Barbara, it's so nice to see part of your face!! Also, hello to my local friend, Barb. :)

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    1. Hi Beth (waving madly from a few miles away). So glad you stopped by. I wonder how many of us have that first book tucked away for later :)

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  5. LOL. Hi, Beth. I really have to get a new author photo taken. The professional one was from years ago, and it's way out of date. I prefer this coffee cup one because it's much more like the real me. (At least half.) Good luck with reviving your old manuscript!

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