First off I'm introducing Shehanne Moore, only then will I launch you into her post, which is delicious!
Shehanne writes rampant historicals; hot, emotionally intense, witty period pieces in which the characters bleed blood not ink, lungs are inflated rather than flat, and the conflict is humanity at its best...and worst.
Her first offering, The Unraveling of Lady Fury hits at the end of March 2013.
Her post which now follows features her characters, Fury (Lady), Flint (yum, yum) and the lovely Susan
My first guest blog. I not only want to thank the lovely Incy Black for being brave enough when she never knows what is going to come out my mouth –I seldom do either, which is why I have no control over it. But a first guest blog on Incy’s fabby new website? I want to bake this great girl a cake. But as you can see cooking isn’t my strong point.
The last time I baked the icing sugar by mistake.
But it was all right. I had them photo shopped so I could stick them on my blog and show what a great cook I was/not.
You might be surprised therefore that I’m going to share recipes with you. Incy suggested aphrodisiacs such as my heroine and hero might have used. I have to say getting them to lay off is the problem.
But food does feature actually quite prominently in the story. Never mind Flint has a taste for the highlife while Fury would rather die than admit—certainly to him -- that a scrap of bread is about as much as she’s got, so talking scraps it leads to many. The setting is Italy. Hmm... hot marinara sauce, melted mozzarella cheese, soft Parma ham. Then there’s the business of their shared Caribbean past. Fried shrimp, caramel flan, conch chowders and fritters anyone?
“Making you hungry, am I?”
“For my lunch, yes. Do you know what time it is? Nearly afternoon. And Susan’s making roast lamb. It’s her speciality.”
He raised his head and narrowed his eyes. She wished she could say it was in that hot, glazed way she remembered. Because that she would have been comfortable with. But something undercut it. The tiniest trace of longing. It was ridiculous. He’d had her several times. But perhaps, the thought flickered, not entirely to his satisfaction.
“Then how about you adhere to that other rule?”
“The three-minute rule.”
“Now you’re making this up. There is no three-minute rule.” She was not having this.
“Yes, there is. It comes under the heading of no talking.”
Three minutes? Of this? She would never last three minutes.
Coming March 29th 2013 from Etopia Press: The Unraveling of Lady Fury
Rule one… There will be no kissing
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything yet. So long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she might keep her position and her secrets. But when the callously irresistible man she’d rather rot in everlasting hell, than bed, threatens to expose her, she invents bedroom rules to stop herself wanting the one thing she knows he can never give her.
Rule two… There will be no touching
Only when it comes to rules, ex-privateer James Flint Blackmoore is a master at making his own. Soon he’s playing with fire. Both know future happiness can only lie in keeping each other at arm’s length. Yet they’re torn by old hurts and the promise of new passion.
But some rules are made to be broken…
Why is she so determined to hate him? Will her secret truth make it easier or harder for him to abide by the rules? Or will Flint finally convince her he can give her the one thing he never has?