Historical Heartbeats welcomes author Jessie Clever today and spotlights Jesssie’s new release, To Save a Viscount. To Save a Viscount is the fifth book in Clever’s mysterious, adventurous spy series. Jessie is pleased to give away an audio copy of To Save a Viscount to a lucky commenter.
When an assassin threatens England’s spy network, Lady Margaret Folton must find the killer before it’s too late. Hardened from being forced to witness the murder of her British spy parents by French revolutionists, Margaret approaches this mission like any other, with steely determination and a resolute focus on the necessary outcome at the cost of all else.
Commodore John Lynwood, newly returned from the Mediterranean, finds himself granted the title of viscount in honor of his service during the war. Plagued with a string of good luck throughout his life, the title serves as another reminder that Jack has done nothing to earn the glory and prestige that comes with his position, and he’ll be damned if he’ll enjoy such an honor.
But when Jack is accidentally granted a title meant to be used as bait to lure the assassin into the War Office’s trap, Margaret must face the tragedy of her past and decide which is more important: the assignment or love?
Books in the Spy Series:
1/2. Inevitably a Duchess (A prequel novella)
1. Son of a Duke
2. For Love of the Earl
3. A Countess Most Daring
4. To Save a Viscount
Now available on audio!
Also available at these etailers –
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1tddN6P
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/YXK6dd
Google Play: http://bit.ly/10FAmFc
What inspired this story?
Lady Margaret Folton, the heroine of this story, popped up as a minor character in an earlier book in the series, and I knew she would need a story of her own. She was such a fascinating character, and I wanted to explore the depth of her character and why she is the way she is.
What is the story behind the story?
So often we hear life doesn’t turn out the way we plan. That happens to both Jack and Maggie, the hero and heroine of this story, but in very different ways. I wanted to pit these characters against each other because they both face unwanted change and overcome it in startlingly different ways. The collision of the two was ripe for conflict, and that is the stuff of great stories.
Why do you write romance (or other genre)?
I think Susan Elizabeth Phillips said it best when she said life is too short to read depressing books. I write romance full of adventure to give people an escape, however brief, from the things that haunt them.
What inspires you? What motivates you?
I grew up in the twigs. That’s where you end up when you get past the sticks. And in an era without DVD players in the car for long road trips (which in my case was just going grocery shopping), my dad would always give me two options to pass the time. He would either have me sing in harmony with him, or he would say to me, “Tell me a story, Jessie Clever.” Not realizing it at the time but having a suspicion that I was tone deaf, I always chose to tell a story. My dad passed away two years ago, but I still hear his voice in my head inviting me to tell a story. And the stories just keep coming.
Please tell us about your other books (if you have others published).
To Save a Viscount is the final book in the Spy Series, a Regency romance adventure about a family of spies for the British War Office. I’ve begun drafting the next series of books based on the off spring of this family, and the first book in the Shadowing London series will be released this fall. Be on the look out for Sam and Penelope’s story!
About the Author:
Jessie decided to be a writer because the job of Indiana Jones was already filled.
Taking her history degree dangerously, Jessie tells the stories of courageous heroines, the men who dared to love them, and the world that tried to defeat them.
Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire where she lives with her husband and two very opinionated Basset Hounds. For more, visit her website at jessieclever.com.
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He had grown so accustomed to the sound of gunfire that he did not hear the shot that was meant to kill him.
This would have worried Richard Black, the Duke of Lofton, if he had had time to think on it. But as the situation inherently required immediate action, prolonged and abstract thinking on the subject was neither prudent nor wise. So he refrained. Instead, he wondered whom it was that smashed into him at incredible speed, sending him tumbling backwards off the walk along the Thames and into the bitter, black water below.
He had been meeting his contact there along the water at an unholy hour, and darkness had lain all about him. The exchange had gone as planned, and he now held the knowledge that he knew would prove key to his current assignment with the War Office. But as the inky water of the Thames closed over his head, he wondered if he would ever get that information to the necessary people.
And then as the last of the light disappeared, he thought of Jane, his wife. His Jane. He did not think of her in specific instances or certain memories that lay in his mind. He thought of her in pieces. Her smell. Her laugh. The sound her hair made as she brushed it at night. The way she always laid her hand on top of his whenever they should find themselves sitting next to one another. Her amazing talents with chestnut roasters.
He would have laughed if such an action would not speed up the inevitable drowning that suddenly became all too real, flushing thoughts of Jane from his mind. His arms began to push against the water as his feet began to pulse, driving him toward the surface. Only he did not move. Whoever it was that had slammed into him still held him about the waist, dragging him deeper into the water. He began to struggle, the need for air and life and Jane surging through his veins in a way he had never felt before.
And then a hand brushed against his cheek, and slender fingers came to rest across his mouth. He wanted to open his eyes, but he knew it would do no good in the black water. But he let the feeling of his attacker’s hand brush against his skin, the shape of it press into his face, the narrowness of limb and the delicate arch of bone.
It was a woman who held him beneath the water.
And he stopped struggling.