Happy Saturday readers, Please join me in welcoming Harlequin Historical author, Eleanor Webster as she answers a few questions about herself and shares her new release, Married for His Convenience with us.
Welcome Eleanor, tell us three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C.
Annoyingly
positively
Basically
unorganized
Chronically late
What are your three favorite things?
The sea – I grew up
on the west coast of Canada and I never get bored of its moods.
Tea – You can’t get
a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me. – C.S. Lewis
Chocolate – A
balanced diet is chocolate in both hands
Are you self- published or with a publishing company (if so, which
one?)?
Harlequin Historicals
What for you is the best part of writing?
The best
part is entering another world, one in which one can lose one’s troubles within
the whirl of regency romance. Oh yes, and I love finding that ‘right’ word or
witty phrase.
What is the worst?
Writing that first draft is the worst
aspect of the creative process. I also struggle with developing a plot that is
not contrived.
Is there a process you stick to, or do
you just write as it hits you?
I make myself write every single day. I
set a goal, either a set amount of time or number of words, and am somewhat
compulsive about doing it.
How much is your character like you?
The heroine in Married for His Convenience,
Sarah, resembles me more closely than Rilla, the protagonist in my first
Harlequin. Sarah writes, loves animals and has a quirky side hidden under a
very conventional exterior.
Name a favorite item of clothing in your closet?
Shoes with heel…high heels.
Do you have a favorite writer, book?
I love Lucy Maud Montgomery. Anne of Green
Gables with her fabulous imagination will always been my favorite character.
When writing, which do you prefer to write with, computer or paper and
pen?
Computer…
Tainted by illegitimacy, plain Sarah Martin has no illusions
of a grand marriage. So when the Earl of Langford makes her a proposal that
will take her one step closer to finding her half sister, she can't refuse!
Sebastian's dreams of romance died with his late wife's
affair, so now he needs a convenient wife to act as governess for his silent
daughter. Yet Sarah continues to surprise and challenge him, and soon Sebastian
can't deny the joy his new bride could bring to his life—and into his bed!
Excerpt
Dramatic events never happened to her. Ever.
‘If I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream?’ The
voice was male. Warm breath touched her ear.
Sarah nodded. The man loosened his hold. She turned.
Her eyes widened as she took in his size, the breadth of his
shoulders and the midnight-black of his clothes.
‘Good God, you’re a woman,’ he said.
‘You’re...you’re a gentleman.’ For the cloth he wore was
fine and not the roughened garb of a common thief.
She grabbed on to these details as though, through their
analysis, she would make sense of the situation.
‘What was your purpose for spying on me?’ His gaze narrowed,
his voice calm and without emotion.
‘Spying? I don’t even know you.’ The rabbit squirmed and she
clutched it more tightly.
‘Then why are you hiding?’
‘I’m not. Even if I were, you have no reason to accost me.’
Her cheeks flushed with indignation as her fear lessened.
He dropped his hand, stepping back. ‘I apologise. I thought
you were a burglar.’
‘We tend not to get many burglars in these parts. Who are
you anyway?’
‘Sebastian Hastings, Earl of Langford, at your service.’
He made his bow. ‘And a guest at Eavensham.’
‘A guest? Then why are you in the kitchen garden?’
‘Taking the air,’ he said.
‘That usually doesn’t involve accosting one’s fellow man.
You are lucky I am not of a hysterical disposition.’
‘Indeed.’
Briefly, she wondered if wry humour laced his voice,
but his lips were straight and no twinkle softened his
expression. In the fading light, the strong chin and cheekbones looked more
akin to a statue than anything having the softness of flesh.
At this moment, the rabbit thrust its head free of the
shawl.
‘Dinner is running late, I presume.’ Lord Langford’s eyes
widened, but he spoke with an unnerving lack of any natural surprise.
‘The creature is hurt and I need to bandage him, except Mr.
Hudson, the butler, is not fond of animals and I wanted to ensure his absence.’
‘The butler has my sympathies.’
Sarah opened her mouth to respond but the rabbit, suddenly
spooked, kicked at her stomach as it clawed against the shawl. Sarah gasped,
doubling over, instinctively whispering the reassurances offered by her mother
after childhood nightmares.
‘You speak French?’
‘What?’
‘French? You are fluent?’
‘What? Yes, my mother spoke it—could we discuss my
linguistic skills later?’ she gasped, so intent on holding the rabbit that she
lost her footing and stumbled against the man. His hand shot out. She felt his
touch and the strangely tingling pressure of his strong fingers splayed against
her back.
‘Are you all right?’
‘Yes—um—I was momentarily thrown off balance.’
She straightened. They stood so close she heard the intake
of his breath and felt its whisper.
‘Perhaps,’ she added, ‘you could see if the butler is in the
kitchen? I do not know how long I can keep hold of this fellow.’
‘Of course.’ Lord Langford stepped towards the window as
though spying on the servants were an everyday occurrence. ‘I can see the cook
and several girls, scullery maids, I assume. I believe the butler is absent.’
‘Thank you. I am obliged.’
Tightening her hold on the rabbit, Sarah paused, briefly
reluctant to curtail the surreal interlude. Then, with a nod of thanks, she
stooped to pick up the valise.
‘Allow me,’ Lord Langford said, opening the door. ‘You seem
to have your hands full.’
‘Er—thank you.’ She glanced up. The hallway’s flickering oil
lamp cast interesting shadows across his face, emphasising the harsh line of
his cheek and chin and the blackness of his hair.
She stepped inside and exhaled as the door swung shut,
conscious of relief, regret and an unpleasant wobbliness in both her stomach
and knees.
Available November 22, 2016
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2cEzUzW
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2cm9jJB
Nook: http://bit.ly/2cm8oZN
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2cNcokR
About Eleanor Webster
Eleanor Webster has a passion for many things, the most
ardent likely being shoes.
But she’s also passionate about a story well told. With the help of some debutantes and
viscounts and a twist of the unknown, Eleanor’s stories weave a tale of
enchantment, hope, and most importantly, love.
When not writing, you’ll find Eleanor dreaming of being a
world traveler, reading, running, reading, hiking in the wilds of British
Columbia, where she makes her home with her husband and two daughters, and –
did we mention reading?
Connect with Eleanor
Website: https://eleanorwebsterauthor.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ewebsterauthor
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/eleanorwebs0086/
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