A warm welcome to Wendy May Andrews, here to to tell us about her Regency romance, The Duke Conspiracy. First, the beautiful cover and the blurb …
Miss Rosamund Smythe, the only daughter of a baron diplomat, is finding the Season to be a dead bore. After her stint at spying while in Vienna with her father, she wants a higher purpose in life than “just” being a wife.
His Grace, Alexander Milton, the Duke of Wrentham, wants a quiet life with a “proper” lady as his wife after the tumultuous childhood he had. His parents had fought viciously, lied often, and Alex secretly wonders if he was even his father’s son.
Rose and Alex grew up on neighboring estates and have been best friends since she was four years old but a family feud has torn their friendship apart.
At a Society event Rose overhears a plot to entrap Alex into a marriage of convenience. Her loyalty to their old friendship as well as her knowledge of the conspirator, Sir Jason Broderick, causes Rose to overcome her aversion to Wrentham in order to warn him of his danger. Alex’s complicated childhood has caused him to despise all forms of deception so Rose avoids telling him how she knows so much about Sir Broderick.
When Rose is abducted by Sir Broderick to prevent her interference, Alex must deal with his own conflicted feelings to help her rescue herself. Can they claim their happily ever after despite the turmoil?
And an excerpt …
Alex gazed at his old friend in admiration. If anyone had ever told him he would be standing in Burlington House surrounded by Elgin’s Marbles debating with Miss Rosamund Smythe about who might be conspiring to entrap him into marriage, he would never have believed such a claim. But here they were. And she looked mighty fetching as she gazed up at him expectantly. He had to make an effort to remember what she had said. Oh yes, something about ideas to investigate. He wondered absently what she could possibly know about investigations and clues and all that. But she was right. They needed to have a direction. The only trouble was he was drawing a blank about any possible ideas.
All he could do was shrug helplessly. “I am so sorry, Rose, but I have absolutely no idea where to start. To the best of my knowledge I have never had any dealings with Broderick. I developed an instant dislike of the man upon first making his acquaintance, but I cannot even tell you why, as we have barely conversed.”
The duke was clearly flabbergasted over this development and was even slightly ashamed to not have a ready solution. Rose must have realized this. She hastened to reassure him. “Never mind about that. We both agreed earlier that the best place for us to start is with Lady Anne. That will have to be my job, as you will just be walking straight into their plot if you try to do anything about it. Now, I really must be going, so we must hurry and establish another appointment to meet up to discuss any of our findings. In the meantime, you should speak to your solicitors or man of affairs or whatever you might have along those lines and see if they are aware of any issues Broderick might have with you. Those gentlemen might know more on the subject than you.”
“How did you get so smart about such things?”
Alex was intrigued by the blush that spread over her face at this unanswerable question. The only thing she could offer was “My father is a diplomat,” with as much dignity as possible.
Alex allowed the moment to pass and was rewarded by the look of relief on her face. He hurried to make an appointment as they saw her maid approaching. “Would it be remarked upon if you come here again tomorrow or the next day?”
“Probably not,” Rose answered. “My mother never rises before noon and is really only concerned with how I spend my evenings. But you had best give me at least one day to try to make the acquaintance of Lady Anne, so let us say the day after tomorrow. That gives me a day and a half to gather as much information as possible. I shall start with my friend Lady Elizabeth. She is a font of knowledge about the ton, as well as being friendly with Lady Anne.” While she was speaking she fumbled with her drawing supplies, finally tucking them under her arm. “Wish me luck,” she concluded as she once more faced the duke.
The duke watched a myriad of emotions chase themselves across his companion’s face. He was unable to identify most of them, but he thought she looked rather wistful as she offered him a brief curtsy before she hurried away without another word.
Alex stood in the same spot for several moments, watching her retreating figure, wondering if she would look back before exiting the building. He was unprepared for the profound disappointment that swept over him as she strode away with purpose, never once glancing back in his direction. Slowly bringing his focus back to the statue she had been sketching, the duke allowed the entire interlude to play itself out in his mind. Giving his head a shake to rid himself of the melancholy that had befallen him, he followed in her footsteps and strode from the hall.
Sounds intriguing! So, Wendy, tell me – what was the initial kernel of an idea that got you started writing The Duke Conspiracy?
I had the idea of childhood best friends torn apart by a family feud. What was the feud? What could bring them back together?
Could you tell us a little about the time period it’s set in?
This is Regency era England, specifically 1814 for this story. It’s a fascinating time period with the beginnings of political, social, agricultural, and industrial reform. The Napoleonic War has just ended and everyone is looking to an optimistic future but there are complex issues to resolve. It’s a ripe time period for conflict and romance.
What would you say is your heroine Rose’s most admirable quality?
I think Rose’s most admirable, and strongest, quality is her loyalty – to her family, her king, and her old friend.
And your hero Alex’s?
One thing I love about Alex is how approachable he is despite being the duke. He never expected to inherit so this affects how he views the position. He feels a great responsibility toward the authority that comes with his role but there is still a level of humility in him.
Have you started your next book yet, and if so, can you tell us a little about it?
I’m excited about a novella I’ll be releasing which I wrote a while ago. And I am enjoying writing the sequel to the Duke Conspiracy about Rose’s friend, Elizabeth. I have completed the first draft just this past weekend but now I have to go back and round out the characters a little more and do lots of editing. Unfortunately, titles are my weakness so it is as yet untitled.
I really struggle with titles, too! Where do you do your writing?
I have two primary places – a desk in the study I share with my husband (we each have our own desk so no squabbling needed 🙂 and a comfortable wing backed chair in my bedroom. Both have their advantages. My laptop isn’t comfortable to surf the internet so if I’m finding myself easily distracted I take it and go in the bedroom. But I like the “officialness” of my desk in the study. It makes me feel like a “real” writer.
So if you could have your dream space to write, where or what would it be?
I wish I could write in a coffee shop. I think that would be cool. But I would just people watch and get nothing done. I need a quiet place without distractions. I’ve also seen some amazing libraries on Pinterest that would be very inspiring to write in. But for me, anywhere is a dream place to write. I love writing. I’m actually learning to write on the subway and street car so maybe I’ll be in the coffee shop one of these days…
I agree – a coffee shop sounds great in theory, but in practice? Hmm … I doubt I’d be able to concentrate! Thanks for visiting, Wendy. It’s been good getting to know a little more about you.
Wendy May Andrews has been reading whatever she could get her hands on since the age of five. She has been writing for almost as long but hasn’t been sharing those stories with anyone but her mother until recently. Wendy lives in Toronto with her own real-life hero. When not writing or reading, they love to travel wherever the mood takes them.