Today I have the lovely Tamara Gill joining me. Tamara writes fantastic historical romance and is a fellow member of the Romance Writers of Australia. Her new book, A Marriage Made In Mayfair has just been published by Decadent Publishing.
Tamara is graciously giving an e-book copy away, so leave a comment and your email address and you may be lucky enough to be swept back into luscious Regency England.
Hi Nicole and thank you for having me as your guest today. I’m an Australian mum, wife and author of Regency and time travel romance. I’m here today to celebrate the release of my Regency romance novella, A Marriage Made in Mayfair available from Decadent Publishing.
Where are you from & why do you love it?
I was born and grew up in the South Australian mid north town of Burra. So I’m a country girl at heart. I love all the aspects of Australia. Its climate, animals and famous slang. LOL. The only draw back is its distance from my beloved England. I would love to live there one day.
What type of romance do you write?
I write Regency romance and time travel romance set in historical periods. My first two novellas were erotic romance but, A Marriage Made in Mayfair my upcoming release is more sensual than erotic.
What was the first thing you had published?
A naughty nibble, To Sin with Scandal available from Noble Romance Publishing.
When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
About four years ago I started writing as a hobby when I was home on maternity leave. I soon became addicted to the written word and about a year later I found Romance Writers of Australia. My writing career has grown from there to where it is today.
History. The Regency Empire style gown *grin*. Stephanie Laurens, Karen Marie Moning. I mean my list is endless. I’m often inspired by all sorts of things.
How do you overcome writer’s block?
I had a problem last year with this when I was pregnant. My muse thought to disappear for a little while. I recommend sitting yourself down and forcing yourself to write, even if you think it’s turning out terribly. I think, by doing this, you eventually work your way through whatever is halting your progress. In my case I had my daughter and my muse came back with vengeance. I haven’t had a problem since.
Miss Suzanna March wished for one thing, the elusive, rakish charmer, Lord Danning. But after a frightful first season sees her flee to Paris, such dreams seem impossible. That is until she returns to London, a new woman, and one who will not let the ton's dislike of her stand in her way of gaining what she wants. Revenge on the Lord who gave her the cut direct and perhaps a little flirtation to show the mighty Viscount what he'll never have.
Lord Danning unbeknown to his peers is in financial strife and desperate to marry an heiress. Such luck would have it Miss Suzanna March fits all his credentials and seduction is his plan of action. Yes, the woman who returned from Paris is stronger, defiant, and a little argumentative, but it does not stop Lord Danning finding himself in awe and protective of her.
But will Suzanna fall for such pretty words from a charmer only after one thing. Or will Lord Danning prove to Suzanna and himself that she is more than his ticket out of debtor's prison...
“Suzanna, I do apologize. Here,” Royce said, leaning down and pulling her to stand. “I would never have barged in had I known you were standing behind the door.” He watched her right her clothes as best she could before she turned, sauntered over to a basin of water, and tried to wipe the remains of her dinner from her gown.
Suzanna glared at him over her shoulder as a blob of sauce dropped and splattered onto the floor. “My clothes are already soiled, so landing on the floor for a second time this evening will not matter.”
His eyes stole over her ruined apparel and the sad, unsure woman he had known last year stared back at him across the room. An ache settled in his chest at the dishevelled picture she made. All of which was his fault. Had he not tried to fluster her by touching her leg, she would not have suffered such humiliation.
“I apologize if my actions earlier this night upset you to the point you spilled—”
“My drink. All over the table before falling on my backside in front of the dinner guests I was trying to impress. Since,” she walked over to him and poked his chest with a finger, “the society I had initially graced wanted naught to do with me and all because of a certain pompous, arrogant, high-in-the-instep lord.”
Royce sighed. Her tone did not bode well for his plan to win Suzanna and make her his wife. “Like I said, I apologize. Perhaps for me to make amends, you would agree to a ride in the park tomorrow. I believe the weather is to be congenial.”
“Unlike the company,” she stated, with a narrow, piercing stare that could have turned him to ash on the Aubusson rug beneath his boots.
“There’s no need to be….” Her eyes narrowed further as Royce cut off what he was about to say. He doubted his suggestion that she should be polite would place her in a more pleasant mood.