Thursday, June 4, 2015

The Beautiful One by Emily Greenwood- Virtual Tour + Giveaway

I have the privilege of being able to share Emily Greenwood's musings on Lord Byron.


EG:  With the release this month of The Beautiful One, the first book in my Scandalous Sisters series, I’ve been thinking about some of the memorably scandalous people from the Regency era (which seemed to have more than its fair share!). But if I had to pick the person who comes to mind first when I think of Regency scandals, it’s Lord Byron.

It helps that he was strikingly handsome, with dark hair and lips that seem as though they could be either sensual or cruel. Perhaps, with a father named Mad Jack and a mother who was mentally unstable, he was destined for a life of excess. At ten he inherited the title and estates of his great-uncle, and though the manor was crumbling, it was surely an improvement on the cheap lodgings where he and his mother had been forced to live after the loss of the family fortune and the death of Mad Jack.

At fifteen, Byron fell in love with an older, engaged woman, who rejected him. He also formed strong attachments to a number of boys, and later wrote of that time, “My school friendships were for me passions (for I was always violent).” At university, he sank into heavy debt and had a number of sexual affairs, likely with both sexes.

When, at twenty-four, he had his first major success with the publication of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, he became instantly famous and celebrated. He embarked on a very public affair with Lady Caroline Lamb, the married daughter of an earl, who called him “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.” Her outrageous behavior—she did things like slashing her wrists in front of him at a ball— caused contemporaries to say she was in the grips of “erotomania,” or insanity caused by romantic obsession. Equally obsessed with her initially, Byron schemed to ruin her marriage, though after a few months, he broke off the affair.

Plagued by heavy debts and the scandal of his affair with Lady Caroline, Byron began to consider marriage, but he also seems to have begun an affair with his half-sister, Augusta, who was married. Eventually, to quell the rumors of their incestuous relationship and pay off his debts, he married an heiress, Annabella Millbanke. They had a child together, but Byron’s infidelities and his obsession with his half-sister continued, and Annabella left him.

Byron then left England, never to return, and journeyed to Italy. There he lived among other English expatriates like Percy Bysshe Shelley, and continued an affair with a woman named Claire Clairmont, who gave birth to Byron’s illegitimate daughter, Allegra. He also began work on his great poem, Don Juan, and joined a secret society called the Carbonari, whose goal was to free Italy from Austrian rule.

Byron eventually to traveled to Greece, where he joined the fight for Greek independence. He died of a fever in Greece at the age of thirty-six.

So there you have it: an intense, too-brief life filled with passion, adventure, scandal, and literary greatness. No wonder he’s memorable!


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About the Book
The Beautiful One
By Emily Greenwood
The Scandalous Sisters, Book 1
Historical Regency Romance
June 2, 2015
ISBN: 9781492613657
$7.99 paperback



“A SIZZLING ROMANCE THAT TOUCHES THE HEART.” —Sally MacKenzie, USA Today bestselling author

A PICTURE SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS…
The ton is buzzing about The Beautiful One, a striking figure in a scandalous book of nude sketches. Only two men know the true identity of The Beautiful One, and they are scouring the countryside, determined to find her.

BUT NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES
The unlikely center of the scandal, Anna Black is forced to flee home as disaster looms. Her tomboy’s heart and impertinent tongue serve her well when she meets the most brooding viscount ever to darken a drawing room. Will Halifax, Viscount Grandville, has his reasons for pushing people away, and when his tempestuous teenaged ward arrives on his doorstep, he presses Anna to take on her care. As Anna begins to melt the Viscount’s frozen heart, she knows the more she loves, the more she has to lose. For although Will cares nothing for what makes Society titter, he has yet to see The Beautiful One.



Excerpt from The Beautiful One by Emily Greenwood:

Rounding the edge of the wood at the back of Stillwell, he was startled to see his ward standing about. She was looking up at a tree in which, from the movement of its leaves and branches, some large creature seemed to be thrashing. A crow?

As he drew nearer to the oblivious Lizzie, he was almost certain he heard a woman’s voice coming from among the leaves. Lizzie stepped closer to the tree and lifted her hands upward, and he saw that on a thick branch perhaps six feet off the ground were perched two feet in past-their-prime dark ankle boots, and above them he was treated to a view of trim calves he could not regret. The surrounding leaves and branches mostly obscured the rest of his recently hired governess. In the instant before Lizzie became aware of Will, he saw that she held in her cupped hands a fluffy white ball.
Lizzie turned and saw him, her mouth forming into an “O” as a voice called from above, “Lizzie? I’m ready for the owlet.”

“Er,” said Lizzie, looking at him. In the clear afternoon light he noticed that her eyes were a different color blue than Ginger’s had been. But the shape was Ginger’s, as were the eyebrows. Not her fault, but he couldn’t go the route of compassion. It would only muddy what had to be. He looked past her and lifted a hand to rub his eyes.

“Miss Black,” he said, knowing he could not avoid asking, “what on earth are you doing?”

There was a pause as she absorbed his arrival and a shifting of the feet on the branch near his forehead as they drew together, perhaps in an attempt at modesty.

“Ah, my lord,” she said from above him. “Good afternoon. Lizzie and I are engaged in returning a fallen owlet to its nest. It was her idea. She is very caring toward animals.”

He could feel Lizzie’s big blue eyes on him though his own were still covered by his hand. He had no doubt as to whose idea it had been to climb the tree. He hadn’t truly expected Anna Black to be a typical sort of governess, had he?

“Come down at once.”

“If you will wait just a moment, my lord,” she said breezily, “I shall be down directly. Lizzie, the owlet.”

Lizzie cleared her throat. “Here.”

He tapped her on the shoulder before she could lift her arms farther. “Give me that creature, please.”

She looked uncertain, but she clearly didn’t want to displease him, and she handed over the motionless owl. He took it carefully from her and did not return her tentative smile. He could feel her eagerness for him to acknowledge her, but he let it flow past him.

The leaves and branches above them shook as Anna Black crouched down and extended her hand for the animal. Her bonnet, the same horrible blue one, had fallen on its strings around her neck again, and her hair, apparently loosened by her climb, curled crazily about her face as if she were some unkempt urchin, accentuating her pert nose and reminding him of her jack-in-the-box appearance from the coach.

Her pink lips pressed outward at the sight of him; doubtless she was annoyed by his arrival, but her expression didn’t draw an answering wave of annoyance from him. Instead, her lips were making him wonder, unaccountably, what it might feel like to be kissed all over by pink butterflies.

“The owlet, please,” she fairly ordered him.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Get down this instant before you fall. I will return the owlet.”

“I am already positioned to do so. If you will just give it to me, I can put it back and then receive your displeasure properly on the ground.”

He grunted. Why did he keep finding himself in out-of-his-control conversations with this maddening woman?

In his palm the owlet’s heart beat with a rapid, stressed flutter. He reached up his hand, and she gently took the animal and disappeared into the foliage.

From above came a few rustling noises, then the angry screech of what had to be an adult owl and a yelp. Fearing Miss Black would fall, he stepped forward to catch her, but at that same moment she jumped neatly down, so that she landed right in front of him.
He grabbed her arms, a reflex to steady her. She didn’t need his help, but their eyes locked, and for a moment he read vulnerability there before it was replaced with the hard glint of independence. 

She smelled like sunshine and crushed leaves, and he felt the slim softness of her arms and his body’s yearning to hug her close.

She stepped away from him. It had all happened in the space of a few moments.

But as he watched her brush some leaves from her skirts with her head down, that vulnerability he’d glimpsed tugged at him. Who was this woman? Where had she come from? She was clearly educated and intelligent, and though she was too forthright and she dressed terribly, she was not rough, merely unusual.

That life-on-the-edge-of-propriety quality he’d observed in her the night before had suggested that she’d known some hardship, or that she had some burden she might trade for money. And yet today, in the company of his ward, she looked at ease, even if her eyes seemed to be hiding something.


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About the Author

Emily Greenwood worked for a number of years as a writer, crafting newsletters and fundraising brochures, but she far prefers writing playful love stories set in Regency England, and she thinks romance novels are the chocolate of literature. A Golden Heart finalist, she lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters.

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2 comments:

  1. The great thing about Regency Romance novels is the emotional ride they take you on to get to that happily ever after.

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    1. This is true, Ty, although I daresay one could apply that to all romances! I enjoy the description of the spectacle and whirlwind of Regency society, even as I shudder at the rules and regulations that I would always be breaking, lol. Thank you for taking the time to visit and comment!

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