I got a tiny bit tired of reading about Victorian London or Regency Bath, so when Melanie Grey became the focus of my Victorian tale, I decided to set her and the story in a locality I'm familiar with - Northumberland. For those of you not familiar with this beautiful county, it is on the eastern side of England right up against the border with Scotland. If you read my blog (jen.black11@btopenworld.com) or see my posts on Facebook, you'll know that I love taking photographs of the countryside and posting them for all to see.
I also decided it was time to have a heroine with a problem she could not change, so I gave her a facial scar, an abusive husband and a step-son who all but throws her out of her home when she is widowed. For Melanie, it is back to the beginning with a vengeance, and I was curious to see how she got on....
Excerpt: Chapter One:
Melanie
Grey pulled down the veil attached to her hat and glanced cautiously through
the window as the horses slowed and turned into the inn yard. The door of the
grey stone building stood open and a grey cat, tail curled neatly around its
front paws, sat on the windowsill. Oak trees flourished behind the inn, their
leafy branches bowing low over the heavy slate roof. Smoke from the squat
chimney coiled and drifted into the still air.
It was a far cry from
the grand hostelries of southern England she had frequented in the past. So
much quieter here; no sign of frantic stable-boys and grooms hurrying to change
the horses before the next coach arrived. Faded paint curled from the ancient
sign of a blackbird above the inn doorway.
She heard voices. Angry voices. Frowning, she leaned closer
to the coach window. In the dusty space between an abandoned wheelbarrow and
the stable door, a tall youth argued with a child. Something the child said
made him raise his hand and he slapped the boy, who staggered under the blow.
Melanie gasped, one hand rising to her mouth. The child, no
more than eight or nine, did not cower away; instead, crimson with rage, he
recovered his balance and kicked out with a hob-nailed boot that connected with
the youth’s shin bone. Dancing out of reach, he yelled something that made the
older lad snarl and lunge toward him.
Cold with horror, knowing she ought to intervene, Melanie
grabbed the leather strap, released the window and their rough voices poured
into the coach.
‘Come ’ere, you little guttersnipe!’
‘Not bloody likely!’ The child skipped nimbly out of reach.
‘Stop! Stop at once!’ Because she was afraid, her voice
carried no conviction. The young man ignored her, but the boy saw her and
offered a swift, gap-toothed grin as he backed rapidly away from danger. He
collided with the gentleman leading his horse around the front of Melanie’s
coach.
‘Ouf! Steady, lad!’ The man gripped the child’s shoulder to
keep him upright. ‘What’s amiss here?’ His expression hardened as the bully,
fists clenched, advanced on them both and he pushed the boy behind him.
Melanie, weak with relief, shuffled back into her seat. The
boy was saved. She need do nothing. Once she would have been out there in the
dust of the inn yard, standing toe-to-toe with the bully and caring not a jot
for his regard. Her accident had scarred more than her face, she thought ruefully.
‘What’s going on here?’
‘That’s my uncle Bert,’ the boy’s voice cried.
‘He’s your uncle, you say?’ The gentleman’s cultured,
mellow voice sounded faintly amused. Or was it disbelief she could hear in his
warm tone? ‘Then he should protect you rather than beat you.’
Edging forward, Melanie risked another glance at the scene
outside. The grooms, who should have been changing the horses, loitered in a
group by the stable door, grinning.
The child glared at his relative and stuck out his tongue.
The youth, his face ugly with temper, took a step towards
the boy. ‘That lyin’ young varmint needs a lesson in doing as he’s told! Come
’ere, Toby Redman, before ah lose me temper and clatter yer ’ead against
t’wall.’
Melanie shuddered.
Victorian Beauty is available on Amazon Kindle: Here
2 comments:
Great excerpt, certainly creates interest in Melanie.
Thanks, Chelle! I hope you go on to read more about her!
Jen
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