In fact, I wanted my hero to be like a Jane Austen version of James Bond. Imagine 007 in breeches, and you have the resourceful Rafe Pomeroy, Earl of Beckport. He’s not as fickle as Bond but equally seductive, and he displays a touch more humour, combined with a dash of gallantry.
And he wears a tricorn hat. I don’t know what it is about them, but these three pointed hats on a handsome man just make me MELT. I guess I fell in love with Dick Turpin on TV when I was a kid—for those who don’t know, the character was based on a real-life highwayman back in the 1700s, who became a bit of a folk hero. I adored the romantic image of the dashing highwayman, holding a swooning damsel in his arms as he courteously relieved her of her jewelry.
There is a highwayman in this tale but he steals nothing more valuable than a pocketful of eggs. I’ll leave the reason for this quirk a mystery.
As always in my stories, romance is what really drives the plot, and there’s plenty here to warm the reader up through the long, dark winter nights.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Miss Charlotte Allston is unwittingly ensnared in a sinister web of traitors and spies when she is literally swept off her feet by a handsome stranger on the beach. Fiercely determined to redeem his honor after a humiliating military defeat, the Earl of Beckport is living incognito, hunting a band of smugglers at the center of a French plot to invade England.
The enigmatic Miss Allston instantly becomes a person of interest to the earl…and not just in the smuggling case. Passion flares swift and hot between the two. But when her attempts to help with his secret mission only endanger it, he must question where her loyalty truly lies.
Stunned by the sudden revelation that the woman he is falling for is the daughter of a notorious smuggler, Beckport feels duty-bound to report her. But then Charlotte is captured by the very traitor he’s after, forcing the earl to decide between redemption…and love.
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