Saturday, 19 February 2011

Maggi Andersen: The Reluctant Marquess

Today we have romance author Maggi Andersen on the blog, with an interview and a blurb and excerpt from her latest release.

Hi Lindsay, thanks for inviting me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about my latest release, The Reluctant Marquess, coming to Embrace Books on 14th February.

Interview.

I know you write historical romance. What is it that draws you to the genre?

Although I planned to write contemporary mysteries and crime, I developed a love for historical romance. There's such a wealth of fascinating subjects to draw from for a writer. My historical stories are still mysteries, intrigues or adventurous romps though.  I love to read a good mystery in any genre.

Also, is there a particular period of history that you enjoy writing about? Why is that?

My novels are mostly set in the Georgian, Regency and Victorian eras. I love the interiors, the architecture, the fashion and food, the historical intrigue and the situations my characters can find themselves in. My current wip is about a Victorian explorer.

How do you create your characters? How do you keep them in period and realistic to the age and at the the same sympathetic to readers?

My characters just evolve, it's a mysterious process, but I think it comes from years of extensive reading and a memory of those characters I most loved. Research helps too. If you study an era extensively it comes more naturally to you as you write. Perhaps there's a bit of an actress in me also. I hope my characters appeal to readers. They are basically decent. They might struggle against adversity and the restrictions of the age, or in the case of the spoilt heroes of the Ton, grow through experience - usually with the help of heroines - into decent loving men.

Have you any scenes that you particularly enjoy writing? First encounters for example, or first kiss.

The scenes I enjoy most writing are the ones filled with conflict. I love my characters to have a good argument, filled with sexual tension of course.

How do you relax when you are not writing?

When I'm not writing, I read, go to the movies, have lunch or dinner with friends. I keep fit swimming and do Wii fitness.

Blurb for The Reluctant Marquess, coming to Embrace Books on 14th February.

Blurb: A country-bred girl, Charity Barlow always intended to marry for love like her parents. She suddenly finds herself married to a marquess, her new husband an aloof stranger determined to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself. She and Lord Robert have been forced by circumstances to marry, and she feels she is not the woman he would have chosen to marry given a choice. He makes it plain that marriage is merely for the procreation of an heir, and once that is achieved, he intends to continue living the life in London he enjoyed before he met her. Charity may then return to the country. While Lord Robert pursues his own interests, Charity wanders the echoing corridors of St Malin House, when she isn't thrown into the midst of the clever and mocking Haute Ton. She's not at all sure she likes them, as they live by their own rules which seem rather shocking. She's not at all sure she likes her new husband either, except for his blue, blue eyes, the panther-like way he walks and the hot expression in his eyes when he looks at her that sets her pulses racing. He is a rake and doesn't deserve her love, but neither does she wish to live alone. Lord Robert appears quite willing to do his duty, but Charity demands love and affection nothing else will do. Will he ever love her?
Excerpt:

‘Welcome to Castle St. Malin.’
A man rose from behind a massive mahogany desk strewn with papers in the corner of the room. He crossed the room to greet her. He was not her godfather. She caught her breath. He was tall, his dark hair drawn back in a queue, and there was something of the marquess’ haughty demeanour about his handsome face, but she doubted he’d yet reached thirty.
‘Thank you.’ Charity could only stare at his attire, her gaze locked on his gold silk waistcoat as he bowed before her. He was in mourning, for black crepe graced the sleeve of his emerald green coat. With a sense of foreboding, she curtseyed on wobbly knees. ‘Where is the marquess, if you please?’ She looked around hoping her godfather might pop out of somewhere, but the room was otherwise empty.
‘I am the Marquess of St. Malin. My uncle passed away a short time ago.’
‘Oh. I’m so sorry.’ What she feared was true. Charity had an overwhelming desire to sit and glanced at the damask sofa.
He reacted immediately, taking her arm and escorting her to a chair. ‘Sit by the fire. You look cold and exhausted.’ He turned to the footman. ‘Bring a hot toddy for Miss Barlow.’
Charity sank down gratefully, her modest panniers settling around her.
‘I find the staff here poorly trained,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what my uncle was about.’
‘Why did you send a carriage for me?’ she asked, leaning back against the sofa cushions. ‘I wouldn’t have come had I known.’
‘I thought it best to sort the matter out here and now.’ He rested an elbow on a corner of the mantel and stirred the dog with a foot. ‘Shame on you, Felix. You might accord Miss Barlow a warm welcome.’ He looked at her. ‘My uncle’s dog; he’s mourning his master.’ He raised his brows. ‘Notice of my uncle’s passing appeared in The Daily Universal Register.’
‘We don’t get that newspaper in my village.’
‘You don’t? I wasn’t aware of you until the reading of the will. Then I learned of your parents’ death from my solicitor. I’m very sorry.’
‘Thank you. I’m sorry, too, about your uncle.’
‘My uncle fell ill only a few months ago. He rallied and then …’ The new marquess’ voice faded. He sighed and stared into the fire.
‘You must have been very fond of him,’ Charity said into the quiet pause that followed. Though, if she were honest, she felt surprise that the cool man she remembered could have provoked that level of affection.
He raised his eyes to meet hers and gave a bleak smile. ‘Yes, I was fond of him. He always had my interest at heart, you see.’ He sat in the oxblood leather chair opposite and rested his hands on his knees. ‘I am his acknowledged heir, and the legalities have been processed. I’ve inherited the title and the entailed properties. The rest of his fortune will pass to another family member should I fail to conform to the edicts of his will.’
‘His will?’ Charity gripped her sweaty hands together, she couldn’t concentrate on anything the man said. Her mind whirled, filled with desperate thoughts. With her godfather dead, where would she go from here? Her heart raced as she envisioned riding off along the dark cliffs to join a theatre troupe, or become a tavern wench.
‘This must be difficult for you to take in, and I regret having to tell you tonight before you have rested. But I’m compelled to move quickly as you have no chaperone and have travelled here alone …’
She raised her chin. ‘There was no one to accompany me.’  She would not allow him to make her feel like a poor relation, even though she was quite definitely poor. And alone. She hated that more than anything. What had her godfather left her? She hoped it would allow her some measure of independence and wasn’t just a vase or the family portrait.
The footman entered, carrying a tray with a cup of steaming liquid. Charity took the drink and sipped it gratefully. It was warming and tasted of a spicy spirit. She found it hard to concentrate on his words, as her mind retreated into a fog and her eyes wandered around the room. She finished the drink, which had heated her insides, and allowed her head to loll back against the cushions. Her gaze rested on her host, thinking he would be handsome if he smiled. She was so tired, and the warmth of the fire made her drowsy. What was he saying?
‘It’s the best thing for both of us, don’t you agree?’
She shook her head to try and clear it. ‘I’m sorry, what did you say?’
He frowned. ‘The will states we must marry. Straightaway, I’m afraid.’
‘I … What? I’m to m-marry you?’ Placing her cup down carefully on the table she struggled to her feet, fighting fatigue and the affects of whatever it was she’d just drunk. Smoothing her gown, she glanced at the door through which she intended to depart at any moment. ‘I have no intention …’
His lips pressed together in a thin line. ‘I know it’s perplexing. I didn’t intend to wed for some years. I certainly would have preferred to choose whom I married, as no doubt would you.’
Her jaw dropped. What kind of man was this? She had been raised to believe that marriage was a sacred institution. He made it sound so … inconsequential. She stared at him. ‘The will states I must marry you?’
‘Yes, that’s exactly what it states.’ He rose abruptly with a rustle of silk taffeta and moved closer to the fire. She wondered if he might be as nervous as she. ‘Unless I’m prepared to allow my uncle’s unentailed fortune go to a distant relative. Which I am not. As I have said.’ His careful tone suggested he thought her a simpleton. Under his unsympathetic gaze, she sank back down onto the sofa. ‘You are perfectly within your rights to refuse, but I see very few options open to you. As my wife, you will live in comfort. You may go to London to enjoy the Season. I shall give you a generous allowance for gowns and hats, and things a lady must have.’ His gaze wandered over her cream muslin gown, and she placed a hand on the lace that disguised the small patch near her knee. ‘What do you say?’
She tilted her head. ‘I shall receive an allowance? For gowns, and hats, and things a lady must have.’
‘Exactly,’ he said with a smile, obviously quite pleased with himself. ‘I see we understand each other perfectly. So … do you agree?’
What was wrong with this man? Slowly, Charity released a heavy sigh. She could barely contemplate such a thing as this, and yet he acted as though he’d solved all the problems of the world with fashion accessories. She had hoped for a small stipend, but marriage! And to a complete stranger. She couldn’t! Not for all the gowns and hats on earth. She straightened up in her chair and lifted her chin. Her words were clipped and precise, and she hoped beyond hope he would accept her decision gracefully. ‘I say no, Lord St. Malin.’
‘No? Really?’
‘Yes, really.’
‘How disappointing,’ he said quietly.
She gulped as his heavy-lidded eyes continued to study her from head to foot. She was uncomfortably aware that the mist had sent her hair into a riot of untidy curls, and she smoothed it away from her face with both hands as she glanced around the room. She tucked a muddy shoe out of sight beneath her gown and then forced herself to meet his gaze. Might he like anything of what he saw? Her father loved that she had inherited her mother’s tiny waist, and she thought her hands pretty. His lordship’s gaze strayed to her breasts and remained there rather long. She sucked in a breath as her heart beat faster. When their eyes met did she detect a gleam of approval? It only made her more nervous.
Maggi Andersen

15 comments:

Lindsay Townsend said...

Welcome to Lindsay's Romantics, Maggi! Lovely to have you here today. Congratulations on your latest release!

Savanna Kougar said...

Hi Maggi, congrats. I say 'no', too! along with your heroine.

Maggi Andersen said...

Thanks Lindsay. This looks great.

Maggi Andersen said...

Hi Savanna, watch my trailer, you might change your mind, lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jxf73B12dL8

She said...

I like historicals. They take me to a time and place I cannot go. How much research do you do to get the time period and the place correct?

Maggi Andersen said...

Although it's romantic fiction, I do quite a bit. Readers are pretty knowledgeable these days.

Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Maggie,
I like historicals too, guess that's why I write them. Great excerpt. Best of luck with this, reads like a best seller in my opinion.

Regards

Margaret

Maggi Andersen said...

Hi Margaret. Hope you're right, lol. Thanks for commenting.

Julie Lynn Hayes said...

Hi Maggi! Best wishes on the book, sounds exciting! I love historicals very much! And strong titled men!

I'd probably melt all over this guy lol

Maggi Andersen said...

Hi Julie, there's something about those alpha males!

Maggie Toussaint said...

I'm a day late, but I love your excerpt Maggi. Your hero is hot and ready to be taken down a notch or two. Well Done!

The other Maggie

Maggi Andersen said...

Hi Maggie, thanks for the comment.

StephB said...

Maggi,
I'm sorry I'm late, but I love historicals and yours is something I'd definately want to read. How is research for you? Do you do most of it online or do you actually go to libraries and bookstores? How time consuming is it for you?

Smiles
Steph

Maggi Andersen said...

Hi Steph, nice to see you here. I've read Georgian, Regency and Victorian novels since I was a teenager! It gave me a good grounding. I have a great library of reference books now, discovered in second hand book shops and there's lots online as well. It is consuming, but it's also a labor of love.

Maggi Andersen said...

Julie Lyn Hayes, has won an e-book copy of The Reluctant Marquess. Could she please email me at:
maggicoleman@bigpond.com
thanks,
Maggi