Le Big Promo for Mere Mortals

Which I should have done a couple of days ago, but have been poleaxed by this cold/chest infection!

Lots of things to report about the book:

1. First of all, for your ebook fans, –i’ve been asked many times when it will be available—it’s now up at Smashwords and all-romance ebooks (probably other places, but those are the only ones who have notified me)

2. Secondly, It’s had another fabulous review: a hearty five stars from Jenre at Reviews by Jessewave (and crossposted to her Well-Read Blog) who says (amongst other things):

A superb Victorian historical romantic drama…I don’t think I’ve read a historical that manages to blend drama, romance and suspense with such skill, and I’d highly recommend this book.

Which is rather humbling, considering my peers. Gosh.

3. Thirdly Here’s an excerpt for you:

“If…if you don’t mind,” I said, “I’d like to wait a moment.” “If you insist,” he said, looking a little more serious and mildly puzzled. There was nothing to do but to come out with my admission. I pulled the offending watch – how I wished I’d never seen the damned thing – from my pocket, and my own, attached to its chain – and held them both out for him to see. As I did I knew I’d done something terribly wrong, for his entire countenance darkened, and he took the spare watch immediately, snapped it open and examined the marking.

“Where did you get this?” he thundered, sounding just as angry as the first time I’d met him. “Tell me, where did you come by this watch?” It remained open in his palm and I could see his thumb brushing across the silver, stroking it with gentle, tender strokes, a strange juxtaposition to his face. “In your study,” I said, unable to do anything but tell the truth. I was transfixed by the change in him, and the way his eyes came to life. I had hardly noticed it until this moment, but it was as if his eyes had been hiding his true nature. Not angry, but so full of passion that I wondered how ever I could have thought him anything but.

Somehow I stammered out my mistake, and as I did, I could see the fire in him subsiding, as if someone was inside him, banking the coals down. By the time I’d finished it was as if someone had replaced the man and he was just Philip again; urbane and sophisticated. All but those eyes, which were the last to fade, the last to regain their friendly composure, but now I’d seen them unleashed, I saw he kept himself in check, for they were clearly shuttered. “And so I thought the best thing would be to –”

“Come here and admit your mistake.” He turned away, running his free hand through his hair, and walked to the fireplace. “And instead of listening to you like a sane person, your guardian flew into a fury and frightened you instead.”

“Not at all, sir, you have every right to be angry. I took it without asking.”

“You were trying to protect your friends.” He looked into the mirror and met my eyes there, and he smiled, a heartbreaking smile that at least now I understood. He thought he’d lost his son’s watch. “It’s nothing less that I would expect. It’s a trait I highly admire, Crispin. Don’t ever lose it.” He looked at me for a long moment and then, as we heard footsteps over our heads he started a little, as if reminded of the time and place. “Lord, if my valet finds me still littering the place, he’ll shoo us out like the mother hen he is,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go down to dinner, shall we?”

All the way back to the dining room he spoke of other things, the subjects and pursuits we were being set, and how much he was looking forward to taking part as much as possible. “I have other demands on my time, as you can imagine,” he said. It was clear he was attempting to put me at my ease and mostly he achieved his aim, but I couldn’t help but be intrigued by the man who had revealed himself to me, even if it was only for a moment. How much he had been hurt, losing his son. I wondered how the boy had died, and how old he had been, what had happened to Philip’s wife and whether he’d marry again, and if so, what that would mean for the three of us. I dared not ask him anything about the watch, but I noticed that he had not left it behind in his room, but had slipped it into his pocket, and his hand had not left that pocket as we walked.

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