Welcome Guest Blogger Hazel Statham!!!
Happy Monday. We’re starting what promises to be a busy week here at the blog wih a new blogger for us. Please help me welcome Hazel Statham to the Junkies Blog!!
Firstly I would like to thank Romance Junkies for inviting me to their blog and giving me the opportunity to introduce my new Regency Romance, ‘His Shadowed Heart’.
Richard Moreton, Earl of Waverly, believing his heart irreparably damaged, refuses all his sister’s efforts to find him a bride. His first wife, Elizabeth had died giving birth to a daughter upon whom he now centres his whole being, and so determined is he to safeguard his heart, that he refuses to even contemplate marriage.
This excerpt, the beginning of Chapter One, explains exactly his reaction when his sister continues to press her point:
“I see not the necessity,” Richard Moreton, Earl of Waverly said, his irritation with his sister increasing. She had been in his house for five days and still she would insist on pressing the point. A point he had no intention of considering, and his patience was wearing thin. She had made scarcely veiled comments from the moment of her arrival, but this morning, she had overstepped the mark and he was determined to hear no more on the subject.
Lady Victoria Stanton, a tall, elegant matron of middle years, with dark hair and perceptive blue eyes, chose to ignore the disquieting light in her brother’s eyes and replaced her coffee cup none too gently in the saucer. Her aristocratic features showed her displeasure at what she perceived as his stubbornness, and she determined to pursue her point.
“Then you are a bigger fool than I gave you credit for,” she snapped. “I can’t believe a man of your intelligence is unable to see the advantage of remarrying. If only for the child’s sake, you should make some effort to find a wife.“
Finally, he could stand no more of her meddling in his affairs and threw his napkin onto the breakfast table. He pushed back his chair and rose quickly, his imposing frame taut with anger as he strode to the window to stand sightlessly gazing out over the mews, his hands balled into fists at his side.
Victoria turned in her chair; even though she spoke to his averted countenance, she was reluctant to relinquish her cause. “You are now thirty-four, Richard, and Julia is three. It’s high time you thought of marrying again. It’s not right that she should grow up in a male environment. She needs a mother, not just the influence of her nurse.”
The earl sighed with exasperation, his dark countenance appearing even darker. “My dear sister, there is absolutely no need for you to be so concerned on our behalf. I assure you, we do very well. She will have a governess when the time is right. I have no thoughts of remarriage. Indeed, I have no desire whatsoever for a wife. Julia and I fare very well as we are.”
Her ladyship gave a heavy sigh, revealing her frustration at her brother’s constant refusal of what she saw as a perfectly reasonable desire to see him remarried. “Why must you be so obstinate? You have an obligation–a duty. I will never forgive you if you fail to produce an heir and allow Cousin Gerald to lay claim to the title and estates. It simply will not do. You are handsome enough, and your fortune is quite respectable. You have had half of society’s beauties throwing their cap in your direction these two years or more. Have you not seen one to take your fancy?”
When he gave no response, and thinking she knew the cause, Victoria spoke a little more kindly. “My dear Richard, you cannot mourn Elizabeth’s going forever. You have a life to lead and it grieves me to see you so unhappy.”
Still he gave no response, only to look briefly over his shoulder and cast her a look of dislike before resuming his unseeing contemplation.
Piqued, she continued, “If it wasn’t for that scowl you so habitually wear you would do very well. I vow, you can be quite charming when you have a mind to, but that frown you seem to constantly favour, even puts me to fright at times.”
He turned. “If it does, it isn’t evident.” The scowl deepened, shadowing a pair of storm-grey eyes that at one time had been described as fine but now showed a coldness in their depths. His well-formed mouth was compressed with anger. Indeed, he was rarely known to smile, only Julia having the power to lighten his mood. Those who possessed a romantic turn of mind vowed that his austere air proved his devotion to his departed wife who had tragically lost her life in prematurely giving birth to their daughter. They perceived him as the loyal and grieving husband who had never recovered from her death.
Victoria bridled, showing her displeasure. “I see I have outstayed my welcome, Richard. I came to London whilst my Henry is in the north, merely to keep you company. He returns in two days and I shall leave for the country. I tire of the city and have imposed upon your hospitality long enough.”
Contrite now, his lordship turned from the window and came forward, hand outstretched. “Come now, Victoria, let us cry truce. It was not my intention to appear so disagreeable.”
Lady Victoria gave a reluctant smile. Even though, at times, he made it difficult for her to prove, she had an affection for her younger brother and was genuinely concerned for his loneliness, his inability to recover from his wife’s death.
“Let your Henry come here to you as arranged,” the earl said. “I will bear in mind what you say. Only for now, please let the matter drop. I will consider it in my own time. You must know I will not be browbeaten on the subject.”
She took his hand in both of hers, raising her eyes to meet his with a look of candid affection. “Why must we always quarrel? It has ever been the way. Even in the nursery we quarrelled.”
His face softened slightly. “Although you are only a twelve month older than I, you have for ever had this tendency to order me. I have always been at your mercy.”
Her ladyship chuckled. “Not that you ever took any mind of me. It was much the same then as it is now, but I won’t allow you to put me out of frame.” Then after a moment’s hesitation and watching his reaction from beneath lowered lashes, she asked in a nonchalant tone, “Do you expect to see Christina in town? Is she returned from Hertfordshire?”
Sharply he withdrew his hand from her clasp. “Is there no aspect of my life that you don’t know, or presume to comment on, Victoria? Are you aware of all my movements?”
Victoria folded her hands demurely in her lap, not meeting his gaze. “Your mistress is your own affair, though you must know ’tis common knowledge that Lady Christina Russell enjoys your protection and has these twelve months or more.
Unless I am much mistaken, she fosters hopes of eventually snaring you.The earl raised his brows in disbelief that she would continue to press the point, but her ladyship remained undaunted.
“Don’t get me wrong, Richard. I understand these matters. It’s quite acceptable for a gentleman of your standing to enjoy such arrangements, though if you had a wife…”
“Victoria, your understanding of these affairs is not as thorough as you think it to be. Therefore, you are not qualified to comment on them. Christina remains solely my concern and I will not discuss the matter further with you. I cannot believe your indelicacy in raising it in the first place. It seems you balk at nothing!”
Her ladyship rose and shook out her olive riding skirts. “You are definitely less than charitable this morning. As your sister, I am perfectly entitled to raise such matters with you. Indeed, I would be failing in my duty if I did not.”
“As my sister, I would have hoped you to have had more delicacy of mind. Obviously I was wrong.”
She turned a haughty shoulder. “Then I will relieve you of my presence and perhaps you will feel in a more equable mood when next we meet.” Casting her brother a brief glance, she made for the door. “I am promised to Lucinda Hamilton this morning. We are to ride over to see Diana’s new arrival. At least that is something you cannot censure me over.”
“Give me strength,” he cried, casting his eyes heavenwards as he too strode from the room.
***Copyright © Hazel Statham
When thoughts of Richard first came to me, I wondered what kind of woman it would take to make him change his mind. However, knowing his story, I knew that it would have to be someone of Caroline’s nature, and from this, her character grew. In fact, with her new-found confidence, Caroline insisted she play heroine to Richard’s hero! Knowing that both, in their own way are desperate for affection, it is easy to see this story from both sides and to empathise with the characters. The trials that beset the marriage appear insurmountable, but as with all true romances, we are able to rejoice in a happy conclusion.
So pleased to hear you read and enjoyed, DOMINIC. He is rather a sweetie isn’t he? I hope you get the chance to read MY DEAREST FRIEND, which is the story of Dominic and Sophie’s son.
Great to hear from you,
Hi Hazel! I do have His Shadowed Heart on my wishlist. I had the wonderful joy of reading your other historical, DOMINIC! I so recommend this book. A really rich read in writing voice. Great comfort reads!
I just saw I missed some other releases on your site.
Can you snare a heart that the owner thinks irreparably damaged? Only time will tell!
A very interesting start to your historical romance. I can feel the tension between brother and sister. Who will win his heart? A great hook to snare readers.
Many thanks for your very kind comments, Peggy. I do hope you get to read His Shadowed Heart.
Hazel ,thank you for the great excerpt i really enjoyed it.historical romance
is my favorite books to read .I love the plot of His Shadowed Heart.
I will be adding this book to my must read pile.
good luck on your tour.
Thank you so much, ladies. I’m very much looking forward to my book tour and thank Romance Junkies for hosting my first stop. I love to hear from my readers, so if anyone has any questions, just fire away.
Regards to all,
Excellent book! Good luck on your virtual book tour today, Hazel!
I really love the idea behind this book. Thanks for accepting Hazel as a guest blogger. She is a lovely woman and an extremely talented author.