Friday, June 29, 2012

Hope's Betrayal by Grace Elliot: Character Interview, Excerpt

Historical Romance



 
Hope's Betrayal (#2 The Huntley Trilogy.)

 
One wild, winter's night two worlds collide.

Known for his ruthless efficiency, Captain George Huntley is sent to stamp out smuggling on the south coast of England. On a night raid, the Captain captures a smuggler, but finds his troubles are just beginning when the lad turns out to be a lass, Hope Tyler.

With Hope as bait, the Captain sets a trap to catch the rest of the gang. But in a battle of wills, with his reputation at stake, George Huntley starts to respect feisty, independent Hope. Challenged by her sea-green eyes and stubborn loyalty Huntley now faces a new threat - his growing attraction to a sworn enemy. But a love where either Hope betrays her own kind, or Captain Huntley is court-marshaled, is not an easy destiny to follow.

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Lass Not a Lad.

Alone with his prisoner the Captain set to work, his face all harsh angles in the lamplight. First to stem the bleeding. Working with deft hands, he pulled the bloodstained scarf from the felon's head. Surprise registered, as he noted the delicate ears and elegant neck. The boy’s hair gleamed like polished-coal in the lamplight; tied back in a pony tail, black-as-the-devil’s  heart.
Huntley reached for a rag to wipe blood from the boy's eyes and cheek. Soft skin emerged from beneath the clotted mess. The boy was young…a round face with pointed chin, a tipped nose …and lips, softly parted and provocatively plump….just ripe for kissing. A flush of heat warmed Huntley's cheeks. What was he thinking?
Wiping his sleeve across his eyes he forced himself to continue. He bathed the laceration, cleaning away sand and blood. Something about this lad had stirred deep emotions and the captain didn’t like it one little bit. He glanced toward the door, not wanting to be alone with the smuggler and these strange feelings he stirred.
“What the devil's taking that wench so long?”
The fire was crackling nicely now, steam rising from the lad's clothes. But it wasn’t warm enough; cold could kill every bit as much as blood loss.
”Hell's teeth, do I have to do everything myself?”
With rising irritation, Huntley set to stripping the lad of his wet clothes.
He peeled back the patched jacket, twice its weight with water, and dropped it to the floor. A patched and frayed shirt, sticky with blood, clung to the lad’s lean frame. Huntley tugged the shirt-tail free of the lad’s sodden breeches and off over his head, with the result that the Captain's pulse raced alarmingly.
“Get a grip, man.” Huntley muttered.
The lad had unexpectedly slim shoulders, a silver stiletto strapped to his thin upper arm.
“Naughty.”
Unsheathing the knife he held the elegant blade toward the firelight; a finely crafted weapon of silver filigree over an ivory handle— a lady’s weapon, and obviously expensive.
“Who did you steal this from, then?”
Placing the stiletto safely out of reach, he turned back to the table. Stripped of his shirt, it seemed the lad had broken ribs, for his chest was strapped. The bindings were soaked and must come off. Shifting the unconscious lad into a sitting position, balancing him against his shoulder, Huntley unwound the bandages.
As he lay the lad back down on the table, Huntley was suddenly struck by the peculiar shadows playing across the boy’s chest. A flush of blood heated his cheeks. That explained a lot!  Huntley’s mouth dropped open; he threw back his head and laughed aloud with relief.
“Tis not a lad….but a lass!"
Alone in the scullery with a half-naked girl…no, not a girl, for she had the soft curves of a woman. Huntley took a step back. The sense of relief was overwhelming, that it was a woman who had excited his body so. He looked around for someone to share his astonishment, but the maid had not yet returned.
In his experience women were tiresome, wearisome creatures that sapped the spirit and drained the mind, but he studied this one with interest. Dark lashes lay brushed against her cheek, an almost catlike tilt to her closed eyes. Her skin was clear, fresh, and unblemished. Her face was wide, round even, but with a pointed chin and a nose turned up at the end. In all he decided, she was beautiful with the stubbornness of a mule and fragility of a china doll. She had been a worthy advisory on the dunes; agile, brave and resourceful and it thrilled him to the core. Lost in thought ,Huntley shrugged off his outer coat and covered her over, then removed himself to a respectable distance.
Nothing had changed, he told himself. She was a felon and would pay the penalty demanded by law. And if Huntley felt uneasy at the prospect he suppressed the emotion, it was just that he had to get used to the notion of interrogating a woman.



 
CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH HOPE TYLER.

Hope Tyler is the 'Hope' mentioned in the title of my latest historical romance. Hope is the illegitimate daughter of noble woman who ran away to the Isle of Wight rather than be separated from her child. We meet Hope as a young woman who helps the man she calls father, a fisherman, eek out a frugal living by smuggling.

Thank you for joining us Hope. I understand you are a very private person, but can you tell us a little about your family?

Good day, my name is Hope. In truth, my family history is a tale of light and shade, of great love and cruel rejection. You see my mother, Emma Castelle, was a noble woman who was seduced by a rogue and unfortunately fell pregnant. Her family insisted she gave the baby- me - up. But mother loved her child from the start and rather than give in to her parents, she stole away with me to the Isle of Wight.

It was a fisherman, William Tyler, who put a roof over our heads when mother was alone and penniless, and it is William I am honoured to call my father. He is the kindest, sweetest man and he loves me like his own, but sadly, he is now in failing health. I also have a step-brother, Thomas Tyler, who is loyal without fault, but with a bad habit of getting himself into scrapes.


What is your favourite meal?

Of late, with poor fishing and failed harvests, times have been so hard that I am grateful for any food I can get. However, I can safely answer that my least favourite meal is cockles and winkles! I have spent too many long hours, knee deep in sea-water at low tide, harvesting them for sale in the market, that if I never saw one again it would be too soon. I can taste the crunchy salt in my mouth and feel queasy just thinking about them!


You've had an unusual life to say the least! What would you say was the scariest moment?

That would be the first smuggling run I ever went on - and it was nearly my last! Father was ill and really wasn’t fit to go out on an open boat at the dead of night, so I dressed as a lad and took his place. There was not a star in the sky, the night blacker than pitch and our little boat got half-way across the Solent when a storm blew up. We were tossed like a cork in a wash-tub, and we feared greatly for our lives. I was soaked to the skin and didn’t know which to fear most: drowning, or dying of cold. Any how, by some miracle we made it ashore and apparently my lack of complaint impressed the crew - who welcomed me as one of their crew, despite being a lass, and so it was the first of many runs.


What makes you happy?

A full belly, good companions and a clear blue sky.


What would we find under your bed?

You'd find fishing line, and Tom's outgrown breeches that I wear on smuggling trips.


Do your acquaintances think you are an introvert or an extravert? 

That's a question best answered by my friends, but if forced to answer I'd say a mix of both. Very little frightens me, apart from poverty, hence taking part in smuggling, however I dislike being the centre of attention. I would hope that friends would use words like loyal, brave, truthful, kind and surprising to describe me.


What one word best describes you?

Resourceful. I like to consider myself a resourceful person - that quality has certainly helped me survive to date!

Wow!  Thank you for being so forthcoming! I've enjoyed finding out a little more about you and I'm sure our readers have, as well.  :)


 
Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace believes intelligent people need to read romance as an antidote to the modern world. As an avid reader of historicals she turned to writing as a release from the emotionally draining side of veterinary work.

            Grace lives near London and is addicted to cats. The Elliot household consists of five cats, two teenage sons, one husband, a guinea pig - and the latest addition - a bearded dragon!

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13 comments:

laura thomas said...

I loved this book. Am reading the first in the series now! Good luck with your giveaway.

Lisa Cox said...

Thanks for the chance to win one of these great books. I haven't read any of them yet. I would choose the Kindle .mobi format.

Joanne said...
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Joanne said...

This book sounds fantastic. Can't wait to read it. Thanks for the giveaway. PDF or mobi. format would be fine.

Filia Oktarina said...

This book sound good. Thanks for sharing. I am looking forward to reading this book :)
PDF or ePub format would be fine.

Darlene said...

Hope sounds like a great character! I'd love to read more about her. Thanks for the giveaway!

Kindle copy would be great, thanks!

lejudge said...

I would want kindle form, thanks for the giveaway :)

nurmawati djuhawan said...

i want nook/epub format ...
thx u for the giveaway... :)

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wwe11 said...

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Lissette Martinez said...

Nice excerpt. I'd love to read one of your books. Mobi would be cool!

wni said...

Thanks. I would lke to have epub

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