Lady Anne Hawthorne dearly loves Ireland, where she was born
and raised. But she is the daughter of an English aristocrat, whose lands lie
in Ireland, and the year is 1810. The Irish have resented the English rule more
and more bitterly, and in 1798 and 1803 there were rebellions by the Irish,
quickly snuffed by the British. So on which side does Lady Anne stand?Complicating her decision are two men: the enigmatic red-headed Irishman she encounters unexpectedly and the handsome, responsible Englishman taking over his Irish estates.
So where do her loyalties lie? She has to choose between temptations and opportunities to define herself, each man claiming part of her heart and loyalty. Only when she discovers where her own fidelity must be placed—and how far into danger she is prepared to venture—can she truly give herself to the man she loves.
Here's an excerpt:
Anne regarded
her sister in the flickering candlelight.
Caroline
murmured, “Did you notice how attentive Lord Ashbourne was to you?”
“He was
polite,” Anne said, but she felt a little rush of satisfaction.
“It was more
than polite. If you are so attached to Ireland, why not marry him?”
“Marry him?” Anne squeaked, sitting straight up
in her surprise. “Why in the world would he want to marry me?”
Caroline
propped up her head with her elbow. “Well, why ever not? You are certainly
eligible. You’re the daughter of an earl—”
“He’s a
marquess,” Anne interrupted.
“Close enough,
as well you know. He plans to stay in Ireland, and you love Ireland—out of all
reason, if you ask me. He seems very interested already. All you need to do is
charm him.”
Anne groaned.
“How am I supposed to charm him? I can hardly ride over the Ballymuir tomorrow
morning and announce there I am, prepared to be charming.”
Caroline
muffled her giggle. “He found you out on the road once already. It’s too bad
that isn’t likely to happen often.”
“Exactly.” Anne
flung herself back against her pillow, noticing that she rocked the bed and not
much caring. “Good night and do dream about something else.” Leaning over, she
blew out the candle.
Caroline
giggled again. “Good night,” she murmured, her voice coming out of the dark
again.
The darkness
was warm and familiar in the comfort of their bed. Images of Lord Ashbourne
floated across Anne’s mind. Had he been attentive? He certainly was attractive.
From what Papa had said, he was planning to make his life in Ireland, just as
she wished she had the freedom to do. Presumably he would have to take a wife,
sooner or later.
It was a pity
that only men were allowed to decide those things. She wasn’t falling in love
with him—that would be ridiculous—but the prospect of marrying him, should he
ever propose such an arrangement, would not be distasteful.
But how were
they ever to meet frequently enough to discover what attraction existed between
them? The days were passing rapidly. What if he never pursued the business of
marriage until after she had been sent to England?
She flounced
over in the bed again. Caroline, who must have been half asleep already,
murmured a drowsy protest. Anne ignored her.
If she could choose the man
she would marry, what sort of man would she choose? It was willful even to
think it, but if ever she had the choice, she would choose a man who planned to
live in Ireland. Her own beautiful, confusing, secretive Ireland.
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Beppie Harrison lives in southeastern Michigan with her
husband and two slightly addled cats, their four children having grown up and
flown the coop. They live a somewhat cross-Atlantic lifestyle. Her husband is
an English architect and they began their marriage living in London, only
moving to the States when they had young children. In many ways, England still
feels like home.
For Beppie, the pull from across the Atlantic comes not only
from old friends and familiar places in England, but from Ireland. Did it start
with its literature, its history, or its wonderful garrulous people? However it
happened, she is addicted now.
Her first fiction trilogy, the Heart Trilogy, is placed
primarily in Ireland during the Regency period. The Grandest Christmas, a
novella for the holiday season, is a warm and cozy read for Christmastime.
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E.E.: How often do you get lost in a story?
Beppie: Every time I read a story I like. My mother tolerated it
better when I was a child because she was pleased I read with such enthusiasm.
She was less enthusiastic when I was a teenager because there were other things
she would have liked me to do as well: homework, my assigned chores, and paying
attention when she was trying to tell me something.
My husband puts up with it, and has learned that anything he
tells me when I am reading a book probably has made no impact on my memory. I
have four children: two of them get as lost in books as I do and consider it
normal behavior; two of them cannot believe that I am not deliberately ignoring
them—even now, when we’ve known each other for going on thirty years!
E.E.: What sound or noise do you love?
Beppie: I was fortunate enough to spend my childhood in Hawaii, and
the sound that is the most wonderful in the world to me is the sound of moving
water. Waves tumbling onto the shore is my favorite. I am always torn between
staying awake to listen to it and drifting into sleep, lulled by the rhythm.
But since I’ve lived on the mainland, I’ve discovered that creeks and rivers do
quite nicely as well.
E.E.: What’s the first book you remember reading?
Beppie: I remember reading Heidi
by Johanna Spryi. My mother gave me an edition that had a very few
illustrations when I was about seven years old, and told me she thought I read
well enough to be able to read it myself. I remember being monstrously proud,
and then completely sucked into the story. To this day I remember the Alp Uncle
and the old grandmother who was bedridden and only had hard brown buns to eat,
and how proud and happy Heidi was when she was able to bring her soft white
rolls. I remember thinking Heidi was a nicer little girl than I was! But I remember
the old grandmother even now, every time I eat a whole wheat roll which I think
must be much softer now than they were then.
E.E.: Do you write while listening to music? What kind?
Beppie: I always try to write with music, but it doesn’t always
happen. What kind depends on my mood: what I like best is the Sirius
subscription station Seriously Sinatra because it just goes on and on with no
commercials or having to change disks, and it’s the easy listening sort of
music that only seldom demands my complete attention. Sometimes a song I dearly
love or that tugs at my heartstrings comes on and I stop to listen—but that
doesn’t happen all the time. Or if it feels as if I’ve heard each of the songs
too much, I’ll switch over to the classical station.
E.E.: What’s the best birthday (or any holiday) present you ever
received?
Beppie: Once early in our marriage, when we really couldn’t afford
it, my husband gave me the World Atlas published by the London Times. It’s huge
and shows the whole world in exquisite detail. It’s still my treasure, even if
many countries have changed their names. It’s the best.
E.E.: Which era would you least like to have lived in,
fashion-wise and why? Most?
Beppie: Whenever I think about comfort, I realize how fortunate I am
to live when I do, when almost all our garments are more practical and easy to
wear than they have ever been before. It amazes me what our ancestors were
willing to put up with! I think it struck me most strongly when we took our
family vacations on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, on those sandy strips
where the women of the first settlers, during the Victorian period, wore long
skirts and long sleeves and petticoats and who can fully say what underwear
during those long hot summers. Of course, that’s the time of year when we chose
to be there, but then we all ran around in bathing suits with maybe shorts
pulled over them if there was a fancy excursion to buy scallops or crabs or on
a sweltering afternoon, some ice cream to cool off.
Now if you just let me imagine,
then I’d be a Regency lady in one of those wonderfully Greek-influenced thin
dresses that were gathered under the bust with ribbons and a fichu of lace, and
with my hair piled in splendid curls on my head. My hair would stay there, of
course, unlike what it does now. And I’d be thin and willowy instead of cozy
and friendly. But at the first chill breeze—and I’ve lived there; London does
chill breezes very well—I’d run back to the 21st century as rapidly
as possible.
E.E.: Where do you read and how often?
Beppie: I read wherever there’s a book, which is why I usually have
one book in the kitchen, another in the bedroom, one in the bathroom cupboard,
and of course a modest pile in the living room. Lots of books where I write, of
course, but most of them are utilitarian histories, dictionaries, thesaurus,
and multiple volumes concerning wherever I’m writing about at the time. Maybe a
reading book tucked in somewhere for me to look at in moments of despair—and to
put down firmly when I look at the clock and realize I’m supposed to be working.
I read whenever I can, which means I read in the morning, at
lunchtime, in the afternoon, and after dinner. Unless I’m so caught up in
writing my current book that my reality in this house and with these people
fades away in the face of my fascination with the people I’m writing about and
whose story I’m telling. Then I walk past all the objects in the real world—the
books I was reading included—with blank eyes until I can sit down with my
laptop and settle back into the world of my imagination.
E.E.: What does it mean to love someone?
Beppie: It means you can give them the freedom to be their best
selves, and be content in the knowledge that they give you the same. It means
you love who they are and who they may be becoming. It means accepting
imperfection unless you are unfortunately perfect yourself. It also helps a lot
if they make you laugh.
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