I’m so happy to have historical romance author Manda Collins visiting the blog today. Manda writes witty, Regency-set romance with a lot of heart and a dash of mystery, and she has a new book in her Wicked Widows Trilogy out today–hooray! Here’s an exclusive excerpt from Why Earls Fall in Love.
“It’s extraordinarily ugly, isn’t it?” Mrs. Georgina Mowbray asked her friend, and fellow army widow, Mrs. Lettice Stowe, as they stood before the latest painting to have taken Bath by storm in the fashionable Messrs. Oliver and McHenry Art Gallery in Clarges Street.
“I do see that the artist has talent, but look at the expression on poor Cleopatra’s face! She looks more like she’s suffering from dyspepsia than the poisonous bite of an asp.”
Lettice, who was rather less interested in museums than Georgina, studied the painting, wrinkling her upturned nose in concentration. “I don’t know,” she said frowning, “I rather like it. It’s so dramatic, the way she’s draping herself across the chaise, her bosom exposed as the asp sinks it’s fangs into her. And who’s to say that the bite of an asp doesn’t feel like an attack of dyspepsia. You remember old Mrs. Lafferty whose husband was in the 23rd, who swore she was only suffering a bit of the ague when in fact she was having an apoplexy.”
Georgina had to concede the point to her friend, though she was fairly certain Mrs. Lafferty had been suffering from both the ague and apoplexy. But she didn’t wish to quibble. Lettice was, after all, her only friend in Bath aside from her employer, Lady Russell, to whom Georgie served as lady’s companion.
It had only been a few months since she came to the spa town and she missed her friends in London dreadfully. But unlike Isabella and Perdita, who were both the widows’ of noblemen, Georgie was the widow of a military officer who had been just as terrible at managing his finances as he had been at being a husband. And as a result, she needed to work to earn her keep.
Today, her employer was taking tea with her niece while Georgie enjoyed her afternoon off. She would never have expected that the life of a paid companion would be so fulfilling, but it was. Georgie appreciated order and her life following the army had taught her to appreciate the well-managed life. Especially when her relationship with her husband had been anything but reliable.
“Perhaps,” Georgie allowed her friend. “Though I do still think it’s a remarkably ugly painting.”
Shuddering, she asked, “Does it say who the artist is?”
“I’m afraid that would be me,” said a male voice from behind them.
Georgina stifled a very unladylike curse before turning to greet the newcomer. Just as she’d known he would be, the Earl of Coniston stood behind them, one supercilious brow raised in amusement.
He had been betrothed to her friend Perdita for a few short weeks earlier in the year, and during that time, Georgie had been forced to endure his company despite her dislike of him. He’d been good enough to Perdita—had even agreed to her dissolution of the betrothal without a fuss when she realized she wasn’t ready to marry again so soon after her husband’s death—but from what Georgie could tell, he was the very sort of dissolute, devil-may-care nobleman that she’d come to dislike during her time following the army. Especially given that the officers had often been handed their positions by dint of money and birth while the enlisted men under them were forced to do the real work.
And, perhaps sensing her dislike, Coniston, or Con as he was called by his friends, had found great delight in teasing her whenever they were in company together.
It was just Georgie’s luck that he was her employer’s favorite nephew, and would therefore be underfoot for her near future at the very least.
“Lord Coniston,” she said, masking her dismay with a smile, “what a surprise to find you here.”
“Not so surprising, surely, Mrs. Mowbray,” her nemesis said with a grin. “After all, you must have penned the invitations from my aunt for her house party this week.”
“I meant,” she said maintaining her poise, “this gallery, of course, not the city of Bath.” It was just like him to deliberately misunderstand her.
Unchastened, he raised his brows. “Do you mean you think me such a culture-less fribble that I could not possibly have business in such a place? For shame, Mrs. Mowbray. Surely, I have made a better impression upon you than that.”
“As a matter of fact,” Georgie began, before she was interrupted by Lettice. To her shame, Georgie had forgotten her friend was even there, such was the power of Coniston to overwhelm her good sense.
“Do introduce me to your friend, Georgina,” Lettice said, her eyes alight with interest as she took in Coniston’s good looks and Georgie’s discomfort in his presence.
Reluctantly, Georgie said, “Lord Coniston, this is my friend, Mrs. Lettice Stowe. We followed the drum together.” Turning to Lettice, whose grin alerted Georgie to her amusement at the situation, she said, “Lettice, this is Lord Coniston, the nephew of my employer, Lady Russell.”
She would have liked to find fault in Coniston’s reception of her friend, but Georgie was forced to admit that his bow and expression of pleasure at making the acquaintance were all that was proper.
“What is it you dislike about this painting, my lord?” Lettice asked, returning them to their surroundings. “I should be interested to hear your opinion of it.”
A dark curl brushed his brow, giving the earl a boyish air. “Where to begin, Mrs. Stowe?” he said gravely. “There are so many things wrong with it that I don’t quite know which to condemn first. I will say, however, that it obviously one of the artist’s earlier works and doubtless he would prefer it never to be seen in public again.”
“I have told the owners of the gallery to remove it many a time,” he continued. “But they ignore my pleas to spare the good people of Bath from the horror of it.”
Suddenly, a memory of her employer saying something about her nephew winkled its way into Georgie’s consciousness. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip in frustration. Of course.
“It is yours, isn’t it?” she asked the earl in a flat tone. He’d overheard her criticizing his work. He’d never let her hear the end of it. “You are the artist of this piece.”
To his credit, Coniston did not attempt to capitalize on her embarrassment. “It is indeed, I am sorry to say,” he admitted. “I gave it to a friend as a joke years ago, and the beastly fellow sold it to this gallery. Every time I come to Bath I attempt to buy it back from the owners but they refuse, claiming it’s one of their most popular display pieces.”
Georgie couldn’t help but sympathize with him. “How unfortunate,” she said, looking once more at the hideous face of Cleopatra. “You have become a much better artist since this piece,” she added, thinking how mortified she would be if one of her sewing samplers, which were truly awful, were to be hung up next to someone else’s neat and tiny stitching. “The landscape in your aunt’s sitting room is particularly fine.”
Coniston gave her a puzzled look, as if he weren’t quite sure what to think of her when she was being generous with him. Georgie felt a tug of shame. Had she really been so difficult with him, she wondered.
“It’s not so bad as all that,” Lettice said, again reminding Georgie of her presence. “I was just telling Georgie that…”
But before she could finish, they were interrupted by another gentleman.
“There you are, old boy,” the newcomer said, slightly out of breath.
“The others are waiting. Let’s get out of this mausoleum.”
It was clear from the man’s glance at Georgie and Lettice, and his quick dismissal, that he did not consider them worth his notice. Coniston, to his credit, looked embarrassed at his friend’s bad manners.
“Ladies,” he said, bowing to them, “I hope you find some more pleasing works of art to occupy the rest of your time here. I recommend the very fine Tintoretto in the corner.”
And with a grin, he followed his friend from the anteroom of the museum where Georgina and Lettice stood looking after him.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Lettice unfurled her fan and briskly plied it before her face. “Lord, Georgie, have you ever seen such a handsome man in your life? Why did you not tell me you were friends with him?”
“He’s hardly a friend, Lettice,” she responded with a laugh. “He is my employer’s nephew. We met briefly in London at the home of a mutual friend, but to be honest we are not on the best of terms.”
“What do you mean?” Lettice demanded. “You seemed easy enough just now.”
Georgie was silent for a moment as she tried to put into words her complicated feelings about Lord Coniston. It wasn’t that she disliked him, precisely. He was friendly enough and had been kind to Perdita. But she found it difficult to admire a man who seemed to concern himself with anything beyond the latest on-dit or the outcome of some much-talked-about prize-fight. For better or for worse, she could not admire a man who was so lacking in seriousness.
“You were in the war, Lettice,” Georgie tried to explain. “You saw how some of the aristocratic officers behaved.”
At her friend’s nod, she continued, “Lord Coniston reminds me of them. As if he has nothing more to concern himself with than the betting book or which opera dancer he’s going to bed.”
“And what,” Lettice asked, with a frown, “is wrong with that? Goodness, Georgina, you behave as if the war is still going on. So what if Lord Coniston enjoys himself. Wouldn’t you love to have enough funds to live as you pleased? It’s not as if he’s leading men into battle and compromising their safety.”
It was nothing more than she’d told herself any number of times, and Georgie knew that Lettice was right on some level.
“True enough,” she said with a shrug. “I’m not sure why I am so hard on him. Perhaps I am a bit jealous of his freedom to do as he wishes.”
“If you ask me,” Lettice said with a sly look, “you need to loosen your stays a bit, so to speak. Let yourself have a bit of fun. You’re no longer following the drum, keeping everything neat and tidy for that brute of a husband to come back from the fighting. And it’s time you remembered it.”
It was an old argument, and one that Georgie did not wish to rehash again. One of the ways in which she’d learned to cope with the unpredictabilty of her husband’s temper was to keep everything else in her life as predictable as possible. She lived her life by the ticking of the small heart-shaped watch pinned to the breast of her gown. And she one freedom she did appreciate was the one that allowed her to do so without reproach.
Looking down at her watch, she gasped. “Goodness, it’s gone three! I promised Lady Russell I’d be back in time for tea.”
“I thought it was your day off?” Lettice pouted, looking like a thwarted five-year-old.
Since Georgie didn’t wish to explain again that she’d agreed to giving up a bit of her off-day under no duress and that she, in fact, had offered to it, she remained silent.
“I shall have to get back to Henrietta Street,” she said, offering her friend a quick hug. “I’ll see you at the pump room, tomorrow, all right?”
To Georgie’s great relief, her friend didn’t raise a fuss. But before they parted ways on the street outside the museum, the other woman said, “Just remember that your employer is not your friend, Georgina. She is your employer. It’s just not possible for folks of their station and ours to be friends. Not true friends like we are.”
It was an old argument, and rather than go into it for the umpteenth time, Georgie merely nodded and gave her friend a quick hug before hurrying down the street toward Lady Russell’s townhouse.
She knew there was some sense in what Lettice said. But she’d learned from her friendship with Isabella and Perdita that not all members of the ton were supercilious and cutting. And if truth be told, Georgie trusted the sisters more than Lettice in some instances, because though Lettice was a good enough person, she had a tendency to look for the cloud in every silver lining. And if Georgie needed anything it was to be around people with a sunny outlook on life, given her own tendency toward seriousness.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, however, than she remembered the letter in her reticule. Perhaps she had reason for her worries, she reminded herself.
The first had arrived a month or so ago. And knowing the hell Isabella had gone through after she’d received similar missives, Georgie was prepared for something terrible to befall her now that the second and third warning letters had arrived.
I know what you did last season.
The note had been unsigned. And she was quite sure if she compared her own letters with Isabella’s that the handwriting would be identical.
Someone, she knew, was out to avenge the late Duke of Ormond’s death.
No matter how much of a bastard he’d been. No matter that his death had been a matter of preventing him from murdering Perdita before their very eyes.Whoever it was behind the threatening letters, Georgie knew that they weren’t interested in fairness or logic or justice. They wanted only revenge.
On that thought, her hand slipped down to feel the reassuring shape of the small pistol resting next to the notes in her reticule.
Let this person continue to threaten, she thought grimly. When they began their campaign to frighten her, Georgie decided, she’d be ready for them.
For my readers today, Manda is giving away a copy of one of her wonderful books. To be eligible to win, simply tell us if you like mystery stories. If so, what are some of your favorites? One person who comments will win! And be sure to visit Manda’s website for her latest news and buy links for Why Earls Fall in Love.
44 thoughts on “Guest Author: Manda Collins & Giveaway!!”
I love a good mystery but I’m notorious for looking at the back of the book if it’s really really good!! My favorite..Jonathan Kellerman (who is one of my all time favorite authors) wrote a short story love mystery book..called The things we do for love..so good..well written and a romance from my go to mystery guy!!!
Don’t you love it when authors of other genres surprise you with a bit of romance? 🙂 Thanks for coming by!
Thanks for joining us today, Manda! Your new book is at the top of my list!
Woot woot!!! Happy release day Manda!!!! I’m really enjoying this series and the book!!!
And of course I love mystery stories. They’re fabulously suspenseful! Nancy Naigle, Adrienne Giordano, Kelsey Browning, Tracy March, Tracey Devlyn, Laura Kaye,… There are so many great authors and many books that are great! And we can’t forget you Vanessa. 🙂
Thanks, Ki! Lots of great authors on your list! And definitely lets not forget Vanessa! 🙂
Thank you, kind ladies!
yes, Sherlock Holmes
I love Holmes, too! Thanks for stopping by!
I like romance with a touch of mystery. Does that count?
Definitely, Linda! That’s my favorite too!
Yes, I do love mysteries. Some lighter ones by Cleo Coyle, Kylie Logan, Avery Aames, etc. Also love Carla Neggers, Nora Roberts, Sandra Brown, so many. And both of you guys, too. So many historical romances these days involve a mystery of some sort as well.
Thanks, Sue! You’ve mentioned some of my favorites! La Nora can really write a good mystery!
I have always adored mysteries, ever since I was a child and started with Agatha Christie ! That series, which I knew nothing about, sounds absolutely wonderful ! And those covers !
Glad you like the covers, Monique! 🙂
Manda congratulations on the new release. Yes I love a little mystery in my romance. Amanda Quick is who I usually read.
Thanks so much, Alexisa! I love Amanda Quick too. She’s fabulous!
I must admit that I am not really a fan of mystery. However, I will read romance that have elements of mystery in them.
It’s all good, Sandy! Some of my favorites are romance only.
I love a good historical romance with mystery and suspense. Makes the story so much better. I loved reading Lauren Willig Pink Carnation series.
I’m such a fan of the Pink Carnation series. My favorite is The Mischief of the Mistletoe–Love me some Turnip!
Congrats Manda on the new release! Love your books! Can’t wait to get my hands on this one! I like mystery but sometimes it gets to me and I do spoil it for myself :)Jeffery Deaver is a great read as he has so many twists and turns I never know what’s up! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Erin! So pleased you’re excited! As you may know, I’m a huge mystery fan so I love twists and turns too!
Mystery stories are good fun. I enjoy them more when they are wrapped in a bit of romance, humor and suspense. Two that come to mind since I’ve read them not long ago is Murder in Thrall by Anne Cleeland and Jessica Lauryn’s mystery suspense titled Dangerous Proposal.
Oh, I’ve got Murder in Thrall on my Kindle. I’ll have to move it up the TBR. Thanks, Eileen!
I don’t usually read mysteries anymore.
Sorry to hear that, jcp. I went through a phase like that a few years ago. I’ve made up for the missed books in the last couple of years, though!
So happy to have you visiting with us today, pal! These days, my favorite mysteries are the Amelia Peabody Mysteries by Elizabeth Peters. There are just so many reasons to love them – the crazy complicated mystery plots, Amelia and Emerson, and the inimitable Ramses. Plus, I love the Egyptian archeological setting. It makes me wish I was an adventurer in Victorian Egypt!
Thanks so much for having me today, Vanessa! Elizabeth Peters was so wonderful! Solid mysteries, fun romance and Egyptology! What’s not to like?
I love the Father of Curses, and Ramses is my new, fave romance hero!
I don’t normally read mysteries cause you have to be willing to commit to a series. However, I have read the Sookie Stackhouse books, and I pretty much got to through most of the books. I also enjoy the Pink Carnation books.
I think the series thing holds true for romance these days too, Melody! But I see what you mean. At least with romance you get a HEAD for one couple at least. Romance in a mystery series could mean waiting years for HEA.
I do – last year I started reading Rhys Bowen’s Lady Georgie series and she’s got another series Molly Murphy which is on my TBR list now.
Those sound fun, Diane!
Happy Release Day, Manda. I love mysteries and my favorite authors include Agatha Christie and PD James.
Thanks, Janie! I love Agatha Christie and P.D. James too!
I love mysteries Louise Penny is my favorite mystery author. I started out reading Phyllis Whitney’s romantic suspense and have been hooked every sense.
I love Louise Penny! Can’t wait to see where she’s going next with Gamache!
Congratulations on the new release. I like Sherlock Holmes’ stories and some of Nora Roberts’ suspense stories.
I enjoy mystery stories, especially when they’re included in a nice romance. My favorites lately have been Emma Jane Holloway’s A Study in Silks and A Study in Darkness, plenty of mystery, just a smattering of romance.
I love mysteries. Some of my favorites are Carolyn Hart’s Death on Demand series, Craig Johnson’s Walt Longmire series, Sara Paretsky’s VI Warshawski series,Amanda Quick novels and Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody series.
It depends on the kind of mystery it is. If the book is strictly a mystery a la Mary Higgins Clark, then no. However, if it is woven into a romance, then yes. What I read of the excerpt is the type of mystery that I enjoy reading.
Congrats on the new release, Manda. The cover is beautiful!
I prefer romance with a touch of mystery/suspense. Laura Kaye is a new find, but I also like Shana Galen’s spy series.
I like mysteries, but I prefer the romances with some mystery. Most recently I’ve read Tracy Devlyn’s, Cheryl Bolen’s, and Shana Galen’s mystery/spy stories. 🙂
Congrats on the new release! I loved this excerpt!!
I love mysteries! Nancy Drew was the first book that I actually enjoyed reading. I haven’t put a book down since. 😉