One Hour of Freedom

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Enemies to lovers on WIP Wednesday

 

Actually, in One Hour of Freedom, from the Lion’s Zoo series, they were lovers before they were enemies.

She stopped by the window and turned to face him, the brighter lights in the bedchamber illuminating her face.  He traced the changes time had left. In London, when they first met, she had been more child than girl. In Spain, several years later, she was a girl hovering on the edge of womanhood. She was now fully a woman, and more beautiful than ever.

“I need to talk to you, Matthias.”

He sneered. “And you could not visit me in London? No, of course not, for undoubtedly you are involved in something illegal, and you know that in London I have the authority to arrest you.” A slightest exaggeration. His authority was limited to the river and the docks. But she wasn’t to know that.

She had learned to control her temper somewhere in the past four years. She did not react to his needling, but answered calmly, “I am being watched in London. I could not see a tail, but I may have been followed here, to Coventry. I cannot be seen to be talking to you.” She waved an expressive hand. “Hence the precautions.”

Despite himself, he was intrigued. No. He would not let her inveigle him again. “I have a way you can avoid that. Don’t talk to me. Go away, Electra.”

She sat in one of the two chairs by the hearth. “The Kingpin has ordered me to kill you,” she said, bluntly. “You are interfering with his trade, I am told.”

His hand had not left the gun in his pocket, but it had relaxed. No more. He hooked his finger back to the trigger, though every nerve in him jangled at the thought of sending a bullet into the flesh he had once loved so deeply.

The Kingpin was a shadowy figure that had, in the past couple of years, taken over some of the most lucrative illegal businesses in London. One of those was stealing cargoes from the ships in the Pool of London and the London docks, which put him in direct conflict with the Thames River Police. 

“I do not recommend that you try,” he growled.

She hooked a single eyebrow. “I have no intention of trying. But when I told the Kingpin that, he took someone very important to me. He tells me I have a choice. Kill you, or see the person I love die. I choose the third option. I have come to ask for your help.”

The sheer audacity of it silenced him for a moment, and then he swore, a long string of invective dredged up from the streets that birthed him. “You think I would lift a finger to help you save your lover?” he added. “Go to hell!”

“I undoubtedly will, for my sins,” Ellie agreed. “But first I must take down the Kingpin before he finds my daughter and carries out his threats against her, and I hope you will help me, for she is your daughter, too.”

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Cover reveal for Lion’s Zoo

Coming up in June and July are the first two books in my series about exploring officers (we’d call them spies) from the Peninsular Wars, finding their feet and their lifetime love as civilians. Two more will follow this year

Lion’s Zoo

Once they were wounded children, each helpless against the adults who controlled their lives. Later, they became exploring officers with Wellington’s army, under Colonel Lionel O’Toole, known as Lion.

Famed for their varied skills and their intrepid courage, they were renowned for carrying out missions where others had failed.

Now Napoleon has fallen, they all have a new mission. Each must use his own unique abilities to carve a niche for himself in civilian life.

Lion, their wartime colonel, will use his influence as Earl of Ruthford to help, but he wants more for them. He hopes they will, like him, find a love that enriches their lives.

The first book, Chaos Come Again, tells the story of the colonel who gave the cadre of exploring officers their name. It takes the reader on a journey to Portugal and into the wickedness of a jealous heart.

It is based on the play Othello, by Shakespeare. But, of course, I give it a happy ending. I promise.

Book two, Grasp the Thorn, is a rewrite of a book I published several years ago under the name House of Thorns. My hero is known as Bear, and he’s a Regency house developer, buying up old estates, doing them up, and selling them to the newly rich. His bachelor life is disrupted when a lovely woman comes to steal the roses from the cottage he has just purchased.

Book three, One Hour of Freedom, started as part of a Superheroines project that got snarled in everyone’s other commitments. My heroine is called Electra. Her trust in the uncle who trained her as an assassin destroyed her relationship with Matthias Moriarty, or Bull, as he was known to the Zoo. Now, four years later, he is a Supervisor with the Thames River Police, and she has been sent to kill him. It will be out in September.

All of the books are gothic in tone, but Book four is the darkest. The Darkness Within tells the story of Max, who is haunted by all the people he has killed, and particularly the first. When he is sent to rescue a former comrade from a religious cult, he manages to fit in, like the Chameleon they used to call him. The peace of the community almost seduces him. But the secrets it hides are even darker than Max’s own. I’m hoping to have this one ready for December.

Chaos Come Again

Tormented by his past and by vile rumours, will this Regency Othello allow a liar he trusts to destroy the love between himself and his wife?

Grasp the Thorn

When secrets, self-doubts, and old feuds threaten to destroy their budding relationship, can they grasp the thorn of scandal to gather the rose of love?

 

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Second chances on WIP Wednesday

Second-chance love is a great trope, whether with the original lover or with someone new. One of my current works-in-progress has my protagonists coming back together after an explosive parting years earlier. These two fell in love when they were adolescents running wild in the streets of London. They fell into bed when they met again in Spain during the war, and parted when each believes the other a traitor. Five more years on, he is a Surveyor for the Thames River Police, and she is an assassin sent to kill him.

If you have a second chance love on the go, please share an excerpt in the comments.

Rather than stay awake until the early hours of the morning, Matt had feinted going out to dinner, and his pursuer turned quarry had taken the bait. He’d subdue the man, find out what he wanted and who sent him, hand him over to the local constables, and still have an early night.

The light glinted on a pair of weapons in the intruder’s belt and suddenly Matt knew why he had been dogged all evening by the sense he was missing something obvious. He knew who was breaking into his room, even in dim light when all he could see was her back. Who else carried short daggers with three blades in a trident? His subconscious had seen past her male disguise. Probably even the disguise as the veiled widow.

Once, he would have said his heart would recognise her anywhere. Apparently, that was still true, which was why he had long since stopped listening to the unreliable organ.

She bent to his door, a lock pick at the ready.

“No need, Elektra,” he told her. “It is unlocked.”

He had to give her credit. She did not start, nor show any other outward sign of alarm. Perhaps she froze for a brief second, but nothing more. “Matthias. It has been a long time.”

“If you have come to finish what you started in Spain, I suggest you turn around and leave. And keep going.” He was annoyed at the bitterness in his voice. His feelings for Ellie—any feelings, including the hatred he had nurtured since her betrayal—were a weakness. She was a vicious she-wolf, and would tear into any weakness without mercy.

“I made a mistake in Spain,” Ellie told him. “I trusted the wrong person. I have regretted it ever since. I am not here to attack you, Matthias.”

An apology? Did she think that would make things right between them? “Whatever your errand, you have wasted your time. We have nothing to say to one another.” No point in letting fly with all the accusations he could mount against her.

After their last confrontation—after she had sworn she was only following orders and then disappeared into the night never to return—he had set out to prove her innocence of the accusations against her, only to find her treachery confirmed at every turn.

If he let go of the volcano of words stored up inside him, he knew he would not stop. It would be no wiser to begin a verbal battle than to let free the physical desire that had sprung to full life as soon as he had seen her. Hatred and lust could apparently coexist, but he would as soon touch a viper. “Leave, Elektra.”

Instead, she opened his bedchamber door and stepped inside.