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Yesterday I published a brand new Regency on Amazon Kindle. This is an exciting experience for me. Being able to release an unpublished book so easily is amazing. Of course there are expenses - but publication is free.
I actually receive a higher percentage in royalties from my two publishers but believe I will sell more copies of The Duke's Reform with the price kept low. Editors etc. at the digital first houses are paid on sales - they haven't made a fortune from me. I know of one author, with the same house as me, who has sold only 20 copies of her book since last November. (I've already sold twice that of The Duke's Reform in 24 hours.) How is anyone going to make money from that? I think Kindle is going to become the place both established and new authors look at first.
Here is an extract - hope you enjoy it enough to buy the book.
Alex glared at his lawyer. How dare he have the temerity to
interfere with his life? 'Dewberry, you forget yourself. When I take a wife is
entirely my concern, kindly don't forget that.'
'Forgive me, your grace, but
I owe it to your father to speak plainly. Your dissolute lifestyle these past
five years is a matter of grave concern. If you are determined to destroy your
health in this way then could I ask you to find yourself a suitable wife and
set up your nursery before matters overtake you?'
have no wish to marry again, I have nothing to offer apart from my title and
wealth. I cannot expect a young woman to accept me as I am.' Dewberry's look of
astonishment almost made him laugh. 'The sort of woman who would be satisfied
with just that is not
someone I would wish to bear my children.'
'There are dozens of eligible young ladies in the marriage mart this year who
would think themselves fortunate to be selected by yourself. You are a handsome
man, if you will forgive me for saying so, your grace, and in your prime.'
outside perhaps, but I no longer have it in me to be a caring partner. It would
be a marriage of convenience; my wife would have to understand it will be a
business arrangement. She to provide me with children and I, in return, to keep
her in luxury for the rest of her life.'
He yawned, it had been a late
night and he had not yet been to bed. The black crow was staring at him
expectantly, he'd get no peace until he agreed.
shall do as you suggest.'
The elderly lawyer beamed. 'I should be happy to arrange for you to meet
suitable young ladies, there are several debutantes who would be ideal.'
'I shall do my own selecting, Dewberry.' He raised one eyebrow. 'I do not
expect my search to become common gossip.'
The man coloured. 'Of course not, your grace. Anything that is said in my
chambers remains confidential. However, your appearance at Almacks …'
rather have my teeth pulled them go there. I shall attend a few functions and
see for myself what is on offer.'
strode from the office determined to get away from Town. Whatever Dewberry said
matchmaking mamas would soon be on the lookout. He didn't want to go to
Newcomb, he would go to Norfolk and do some shooting. Keep his head down until
he was obliged to appear in public when the Season started in March. He'd find
a few cronies to accompany him, there were always fellows willing to follow his
lead as long as he picked up the bill.
Lady Isobel Drummond stormed out of the library. To be
ignored by her parents unless they
required her assistance with her many younger siblings was
one thing, to be told it was her duty to marry a wealthy man in order to save
the family from ruin, was quite another.
Gathering her dogs from the
kitchens she snatched up her cloak and pushed her feet into the wooden clogs
she used for gardening. She had to get out, get away from the house, give
herself time to recover her composure. She paused, she would dearly love to run
upstairs and change into her habit. A wild gallop across the Fens was exactly
what she needed, but that would mean risking meeting her weeping mother and
furious father. No, far better to walk.
Othello and Ebony barked and
raced around her in circles, as eager as she to be away from Drummond Hall. It
was a blustery November day, a hint of snow on the wind whipped from the sea.
Thank God she did not have to make a decision about going to London to join her
aunt and uncle for the season until after Christmas.
Deep in contemplation she
failed to hear the rattle of a carriage approaching at speed. Ebony barked
sharply and she looked round. Instinct made her throw herself prone, her
bladder almost emptied as a team of horses, followed by the wheels of the
carriage, thundered above her. For a moment she was unable to move, shock
rendering her almost insensible. Then righteous indignation flooded through her
and she pushed herself onto her knees. She came face-to-face with a veritable
giant, and not a particularly friendly one at that.
'God's teeth, woman, what the
hell do you think you're doing wandering down the middle of highway? I could
have killed you.'
Spitting mud in his direction
she glared back into his furious face. 'Are you insane, sir? This is not a toll
road but a country lane. What would you have done if there had been a flock of
sheep across your path?'
In answer he reached out and
hauled her to her feet, then dropping to his knees, with firm hands brushed off
the worst of the debris from her person. At every touch she flinched, unused to
any gentleman taking such liberties. For some reason her anger dissipated to be
replaced by a strange internal heat that followed the path of his fingers. She
found herself gazing down at his dark hair which curled intriguingly over the
collar of his many caped coat.
Enough was enough. 'Desist at
once, sir, I have no wish to be manhandled by you. I am quite capable of
removing the dirt for myself. You had best look to your team, your carriage is
in imminent danger of tipping into the ditch.'
His head shot up; his eyes were a
peculiar shade halfway between blue and black, his nose patrician and his lips
mobile. Warmth spread across her breasts and into her face. She could not tear
her glance away; she was pinned like a butterfly on a board by the glitter in
his eyes. Then it was gone and he was towering above her.
'Dammit! Out of the way,
madam, haven't you done enough damage already this morning?'
The spirited team stamped and
tossed their heads in impatience and the rear wheel of the vehicle began to
slide inexorably backwards. Without thinking, she raced to the lead horse and
snatched the bit. The gentleman shouted from behind the carriage.
'Good girl, move them
forwards as rapidly as you can.'
Ignoring his instructions, she
was well able to handle his horses without his highhanded
intervention, she urged the chestnut sideways, following her
instincts. Going this way would move the wheel away from danger far more
efficiently. The team threw their weight into the traces and the carriage shot
forward removing the wheel from danger. Unfortunately the irascible gentleman
fell headlong into the ditch instead.
The air was blue, she thought
it wise to absent herself as hastily as possible. Quickly checking the brake
was on and the reins securely tied around the pole, she prepared to creep away.
Although it wasn't her fault he'd fallen, no doubt he would blame her
foolhardiness as he had done before.
She prepared to make a run
for it. Too late! A dripping figure emerged from behind the horses and strode
towards her. She couldn't help herself; her scream echoed down the lane.
Suddenly two black shapes hurtled past and for the second time the unfortunate
gentleman was tipped backwards into the noxious water.
Not waiting to see him emerge
and seek revenge on the person who was responsible for dumping him twice into
the ditch, she raced full pelt down the lane. She scrambled over a five barred
gate and tore across the meadow scattering cows in all directions in her head
long flight. Her dogs were beside her, tongues lolling out, obviously delighted
with the game.
Alexander shook his head, sending foul water in all
directions. He scraped the muck from his eyes and watched his quarry vanish
down the lane. Who the devil was she? Dressed like a servant but quite
obviously gently born. She was a conundrum. He stepped out of the ditch and
propped himself against the carriage wheel in order to remove his boots and tip
out the water. It was fortunate they no longer fitted him as snugly as
they'd used to.
He tossed his sodden cape on
to the box and stared gloomily at his ruined topcoat. The blue superfine jacket
had cost him a pretty penny and it, like the rest of his garments, was quite
beyond salvage. The young woman was right to castigate him, he had
driving far too fast. He shrugged, he seldom drove any other way, caring little
came to grief. However, he had no wish to take anyone else with
him if he went, and certainly not the lovely young termagant he'd just
He checked his horses were
none the worse their experience and then leaped into his carriage and recovered
the reins. His breeches were so wet he slid from side to side as the curricle
gathered speed. He had no option, unless he wished to nosedive over the edge he
must return to his hunting box at a walk.
His mouth curved as he
recalled the shapely young woman with abundant russet curls and sparkling green
eyes. His groin tightened as he relived the delightful few moments when he'd
been removing the debris from her person. Perhaps that old fool Dewberry was
right; now was the time to put his house in order and find himself another
For the first time in many
years his pulse quickened. He would discover who the young woman was - perhaps
she would do? He frowned. What was he thinking of? The last person he required
as his wife was a spirited girl who would make demands on him that he would be
unable to fulfil. He had his mistress to take care of his bodily needs. What he
wanted was a meek submissive girl, of impeccable pedigree, who would be
prepared to remain in the country and provide him with the necessary heir.