BLURB:
After three years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with
the handsome, honorable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.
Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms
she was torn from by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years
previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of
Milan.
High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his
‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political
career.
The following scene takes place
after Adelaide has decided she cannot be present for the visit of her former
lover and the man who was her husband’s childhood friend. Here, she is suddenly
caught off-guard.
Mrs Henley knocked and they entered
as Tristan rose, his forced smile replaced by one of pleasure when he saw Adelaide.
He took a step forward, extending his hand for hers, the flare in his eyes as
intense as the day she consented to be his wife, and Adelaide felt an
unexpected
jolt somewhere in the region of her
heart, her determination bolstered to bridge the distance between them, despite
the oppressive presence of her mother, always a footfall away, it seemed.
‘Tristan, I—’
She stopped, pulling back as a warm,
fragrant breeze stirred the papers on his desk.
The French doors from the garden had
been thrown open, and the heavy tread of Hessian boots upon the wooden floor
pulled their attention towards the muslin curtains which swirled in eddies,
silhouetting the shape of a man: a slender man of middle height – the only
ordinary
thing about him – dressed in a black
cutaway coat and buff breeches, who materialised before them like a young demigod,
smouldering with an enthusiasm he did nothing to inhibit, for good manners were
always in abeyance to the passion that
ruled James’s life.
‘Tristan!’ Tossing his low-crowned
beaver upon the ottoman, James strode forward, arms outstretched, his voice
taut with emotion.
Nearly four years, it had been, and
from first impressions it was as if nothing had changed. Inky curls framed his delicately
boned face and his eyes were like coals burning the fire within. No, nothing
had changed, she could see, for James was still like a coiled spring, eager for
love,
eager for life, as ready to give as
he was to take … without discernment.
Adelaide froze with nowhere to go,
tense with premonition while shafts of sensation, painful and familiar, tore
through her.
Could this really be happening?
Unwillingly, her gaze was fixed upon James’s profile, dusted with dark stubble,
tapering up to angular cheekbones delineated with the slivers of sideburns
sported by the fashionable Corinthians of the day.
In four years he could not be so
unchanged whereas she …
She touched her face, her heart. She
was a mere husk of what she’d once been. Tristan knew nothing of the passions that
burned within her when her heart was engaged – and she didn’t know if he ever
would, for suddenly she felt reduced to nothingness by the force of James’s
personality. She’d been his equal once – a woman of fire and vitality – and
she’d loved him with a savagery that her mother claimed bordered on insanity.
She’d been a child, thrust into
adulthood by this charismatic older
man. Married older man. But as she looked between the two men before her it was
Tristan who made her heart beat faster, as much with longing as with fear of
what he would think of her if he knew the truth.
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Beverley Eikli is the author of eight
historical romances. In 2012 she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's
Search for An Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic
espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by
Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.
In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA
award for her Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy
Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.
Eikli wrote her first romance when she
was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she
discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground
to a halt and she became a journalist.
After throwing in her job on South
Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge
in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and
adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the
handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.
Twenty years later, after exploring the
world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical
survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and
Greenland's ice cap, Eikli is back in Australia teaching in the Department of
Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching
Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further
Education.
Preorder The Maid of Milan at The Book
Depository:
http://www.bookdepository.com/Maid-Milan-Beverley-Eikli/9781781891285
Website: http://www.beverleyeikli.com/
Twitter: http://beverleyoakley/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/beverley.eikli
Beverly
will award a $20 Amazon book voucher and a digital copy of The Reluctant Bride
to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
9 comments:
Thanks so much for hosting me. I really enjoyed writing this excerpt as it highlights the dilemma of loving two men for different things.
Anyone read any good love triangle stories, lately?
Tarryn Fisher's Love Me With Lies trilogy is a lover's tangle not to be soon forgotten. I read it last year and it still comes to mind when the triangle scenario is mentioned.
Drowning the heroine on the last page... not in the spirit of the genre. hahahaha.
So glad you didn't give it up forever! This one sounds charming and just a bit wicked!
Sounds like quite the love triangle indeed
I know, Robin. Yes, drowning the heroine was not a smart move. Fortunately by the time I better understood the requirements of the romance genre I was much better at story-telling in general :)
Yes, Pat, a love triangle together with very subtle manipulation from unexpected quarters, and a guilty secret make it a pot-boiler romance that explodes with unforeseen results.
Hi Again Beverly!
So tell me,
What accomplishment are you the most proud of in your whole writing career?
andralynn7 AT gmail DOT com
Nice blurb
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
I love historical fictions so this book is right up my alley. And even better; a book which is totally unpredictable. Thanks for sharing, Sandra, and I wish Beverly great success with her novel!
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