Hello readers, writers and
everyone else who has stumbled upon our blog. Today is a special day here at
Romance Books '4' Us because we have New York Times best-selling author, Victoria
Alexander. For those who don't know of Victoria's work, first I
must insist you get on up from underneath that rock because you've been missing
out on some amazing books. Now, dust yourself off and get comfy because
Victoria has shared with us a little bit about her work and herself.
Thanks for spending the day with
us, Victoria. I’m especially excited because years ago I was first introduced
to your work when I read, A Little Bit Wicked. After that I became a fan fast! I loved how
Gideon couldn’t help but be drawn to Judith. I’m a sucker for a good story of a
man who wants to stay single, but just can’t get that one woman out of his
mind. I did manage to read book 2 in that series, What a Lady Wants, but unfortunately I haven’t yet gotten to, Secrets of a Proper Lady. That’s definitely going to be
changing though. This interview has rekindled my interest in the story line.
Now I know that you’ve written
over two dozen books, but what many might not know about you is that you once
were an award winning television reporter. Always having loved journalism when
I was in school, I think I’ll start with that.
Q: Victoria, can you tell us how
you went from television reporter, to best-selling author?
A: First, Nicole, thank you so much
for your kind words. I hope you like Secrets of a Proper Lady and the rest of
my books. :-)
As for your question, I was a
television reporter for a long time. But my first love has always been fiction.
I was always a voracious reader. When I discovered romance, I discovered the
kind of books I wanted to write. I wrote my first book while working full-time
as a reporter. I sold that book, a time travel called Yesterday and Forever,
and then I wrote a second and went on from there. I had written and sold three
books when I decided it was time to give up reporting and write full time. I've
never regretted that decision although I do miss reporting on election nights. Besides,
I discovered fiction was much more fun than real life. I've been writing
fiction ever since and I am currently working on my 30th novel.
Q: Did you find the transition
from television to books difficult? Were there any obstacles you had to
overcome?
A: The biggest difference, and
probably the biggest obstacle, is the difference between fiction and real life.
When you are reporting a story, it's a compilation of facts, what actually
happened. You can't change those to make a better ending. Real life rarely ties
up all the loose ends. And real-life doesn't always make sense. Fiction has to
make sense.
I never imagined fiction would be
quite as hard to write as it is. At the end of one of my books all the loose
ends have to be tied up and it definitely has to make sense. Also, in real
life, there isn't always a happily ever after. Which is one of the reasons why
I like writing fiction and especially romance. I can give my characters in
fiction what is never guaranteed in real
life—a happy ending.
Q: I’ve always found historical
romance to be the best of both worlds. Being a fan of romance and a history
buff, it reads like a double dose of fun. Is there a reason you choose to write
historical romance?
A: I'm not really sure if I chose
historical romance or historical romance chose me. When I started reading
romance, I fell in love with stories set in another time. My first love was
Regency romance. When I started writing it just seemed natural to write
historicals. But I've also written several time travels, a reincarnation book
which is a combination of contemporary and historical and one contemporary.
Q: Have you ever considered
trying a new sub-genre? Is there any that interest you?
A: I read a pretty wide variety and
I know there are some things I could never write. But I do have several
contemporary ideas that I'm playing with. I also have a steampunk plot and an
idea for a young adult series. But I doubt that I'll ever give up historicals
completely.
Q: Out of all your books, is
there one that still calls to you? Maybe one that you wouldn’t mind picking up
again and telling a new chapter to their tale?
A: No, not really. When I finish a
book it's pretty much over for me. That's probably because I feel like I've
completed the story and there's nothing more to say. For me, it's time to move
on. Besides, my books are about the fun and excitement and adventure of falling
in love. I see my stories as the beginning of the rest of their lives for my
characters. I've given them a start, I
figure it's up to them now to fulfill that promise of happily ever after.
They're on their own. :-)
Q: Your characters all seem to
have one thing in common. They have incredible charisma. How do you keep your
mind constantly flowing to come out with these characters which make us smile?
A: Tough question! My characters
come alive and evolve as I write them. They become real to me. And honestly,
I'm not quite sure how my mind works. It's just one of those mysteries. :-)
A: Oh I definitely have a favorite
character. In fact, the book really evolved from that one character. We met
Winfield Elliott, Lord Stillwell, in What Happens at Christmas. When I wrote What
Happens at Christmas, I wrote it as a stand alone book. But Win was one of
those characters who popped up on the page and I knew I couldn't let him make
too many appearances because he would take over the story. Obviously he needed
his own book. So I wrote the story of his failed engagements in Lord Stillwell's
Excellent Engagements–an e-novella. The Importance of Being Wicked is the rest
of his story and the first of a new series centered around Millworth Manor. For
the first time I'm setting a series around a place rather than a family. But
since Win doesn't live at Millworth Manor I had to get him there. So I burned
down his house. I felt bad about it but these things happen.
While I thought I knew Lord
Stilwell pretty well, I discovered all sorts of new things about him. I had no
idea he was so traditional. Which makes life all the more interesting when he
runs up against a female who is very attuned to progress. Miranda Garrett is
the woman in charge of rebuilding his house although there are a lot of things
about her he doesn't know. Yet. I didn’t want to make it too easy for him. :-)
Thank you so much for joining us today,
Victoria. Having been a fan, I feel honored to have had the time to get to know
you a little bit more. And I’m sure all the readers will agree that today has
introduced us to some books we just have to add to our shelves. Before you
leave, would you mind sharing an excerpt of The Importance of Being Wicked with us?
Welcome to Millworth Manor, a delightful English country estate where love and laughter are always perfectly at home.
For Winfield Elliott, Viscount Stillwell, finding a prospective bride
always seemed easy. Perhaps too easy. With three broken engagements to
his name, Win is the subject of endless gossip. Yet his current mission
is quite noble: to hire a company to repair his families fire–damaged
country house. Nothing disreputable in that–until the firm’s
representative turns out to be a very desirable widow.
Lady Miranda Garrett expected a man of Win’s reputation to be
flirtatious, even charming. But the awkward truth is that she finds him
thoroughly irresistible. While Miranda resides at Millworth to oversee
the work, Win occupies her days, her dreams and soon her bed. For the
first time, the wicked Win has fallen in love. And what began as a
scandalous proposition may yet become a very different proposal…
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EXCERPT
an excerpt in which the reputedly wicked Lord Stillwell meets the very
proper Lady Garrett on the grounds of his fire ravaged family home. . .
“You have me at a disadvantage, I’m afraid.” Win peered around the woman,
who had introduced herself as Lady Garret, at the carriage he had sent to fetch
the representative of Garret and Tempest from the train. The carriage had
stopped at the foot of the circular drive, discharged the lady and appeared to
be empty of additional occupants. “Lady Garret—” He glanced down at her or
rather where she had been a moment ago. She was now striding toward Fairborough
Hall.
He hurried after her. “I say, Lady Garret, I was not expecting—”
“You were not expecting a female,” she said over her shoulder. She carried
a paperboard tube and a satchel and was pretty enough in an ordinary sort of
way. The kind of woman one would glance at approvingly but might not look at a
second time. Her clothing, while obviously of quality, was a few years out of
fashion, and nondescript in color and style. She was a good six inches shorter
than he with hair a warm shade of walnut worn in a severe manner under an
entirely too sensible hat and eyes that were neither green nor brown, or
perhaps a bit of both. An intriguing color—hazel, he supposed—although she had
scarcely paused long enough for him to be certain. Pity, he had always found
knowing the color of a woman’s eyes to be most useful for spontaneous flattery.
Win suspected Lady Garret would not be susceptible to spontaneous
flattery. In truth, there was a practical, no-nonsense air about her, vaguely
reminiscent of a governess that said, far louder than words, that this was a
woman not to be trifled with. “No, I most certainly was not.”
She stopped to study the façade of the house and he nearly ran into her.
It wasn’t enough that she was a woman, but he would wager she was an annoying
woman at that.
He cast her his most charming smile. It had served him well in the past.
Indeed, he had been told it was very nearly irresistible. He doubted even the
stalwart Lady Garret could long ignore it. “I assumed that Lord Garret—”
“I do apologize for the confusion, Lord Stillwell. I regret to say my
husband died nearly three years ago.” Her manner was brisk, her tone was matter
of fact, as if her husband’s death was something she had long ago accepted as
part of her life. Which was, no doubt, an eminently practical, no-nonsense way
of looking at it.
Now that he thought about it, he vaguely remembered having heard of the
death of Viscount Garret some three or four years ago and the subsequent
death—in an accident if he recalled correctly—of his younger brother and heir
only a few months later. But he hadn’t known either of the men. He assumed Lady
Garret was the widow of the younger brother, but then he had also assumed she
would be a man.
“My condolences, Lady Garret, and my apologies.” He did so hate awkward
moments like this, but when the architect one thought one was hiring turned out
to be dead, well, awkward was probably to be expected. “I should have
realized—”
“Nonsense. You have nothing to apologize for, my lord.” She directed her
words toward him, but her gaze stay fixed on the house. He could almost see the
gears and wheels of her mind spinning like the workings of a fine Swiss clock.
He brushed the absurd idea from his head. She was only a woman after all. “But
I do thank you nonetheless.”
Apparently, Lady Garret was not about to freely offer an explanation as to
why she was here representing her late husband’s business instead of, oh, Mr.
Tempest, who—one would assume, given the name of the firm—was Lord Garret’s
partner. Indeed, from the woman’s calm demeanor, one might think she didn’t
feel an explanation was necessary. She was wrong.
“Forgive me, Lady Garret, for being blunt—”
“I am indeed the representative from Garret and Tempest. That is what you
were about to ask, is it not?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“And, as I am quite alone, you needn’t continue to look hopefully at the
carriage.”
“I wasn’t,” he lied. How could she possibly know that? She hadn’t looked
at him once since she’d stopped to consider the manor.
“Perhaps, as you are so obviously still confused, I should explain.” Her
tone remained pleasant enough, but her resemblance to a governess reasserted
itself. Perhaps that was why he felt not unlike a small, chastised child. And a
stupid child at that.
This was not the ideal way to begin a business arrangement if, indeed, he
decided to hire Garret and Tempest. Although in truth, he had little choice.
“That would be most appreciated.”
“My husband founded Garret and Tempest shortly after we married. He was
not expected to inherit the title, you see, although he did so a scant three
months before his death. I then became the majority owner of the firm. I feel
an obligation to my late husband’s employees to ensure the continuation of the
company . . .” She slanted him a pointed look. “In the same manner in which
you, no doubt, feel a responsibility to your tenants and others who work for
you.”
He nodded.
“When the need arises, I do what I must to make certain the firm does not
fail. This is one of those times.” There was a note of resignation in her voice
that one would expect from a well-bred lady who found herself involved in
business. It didn’t quite seem to ring true, although surely he was mistaken.
He was, no doubt, still stunned that she hadn’t fallen prey to his smile. “Our
Mr. Clarke usually meets with clients and oversees construction. However, due
to matters of a personal nature, he cannot assume that position at the moment.
And that, Lord Stillwell, is why I am here.” She cast him a polite smile, then
returned to her perusal of the house. “You’re quite fortunate that the façade
is still intact.”
The debris from the fire had, for the most part, been cleared away and
indeed, from the outside, Fairborough Hall did not look substantially different
from how it always had. A bit blackened here and there perhaps, but all in all
not bad. He sent yet another silent prayer of thanks heavenward for the skills
of the original builders and architects.
“The interior did not fare as well.”
“Then perhaps I should see that.” She started for the door and again he
trailed after her. “It was wise of you to send along drawings, plans, and
photographs with your inquiries to the firm. How on earth did you manage to
salvage them?”
“Only the center section of the house suffered serious damage,” he said.
“I believe I mentioned that in my letters. Neither of the wings burned although
there was considerable damage from smoke. The items I sent you were in the
library, which, fortunately, needs little more than cleaning. We have been
doing nothing but cleaning for the last few weeks.” He smiled in a wry manner.
“We don’t seem to be progressing very quickly.”
“When you say ‘we’ I assume you mean servants and workers you have hired?”
“Yes and no. We have hired a great number of people to assist our servants
in the cleaning. But this is my home, Lady Garret, the home of my parents and
my cousin. My father will allow only a select few to work in the library—by his
side, I might add. His books and his collection of rare manuscripts are
entirely too dear to him to turn over to someone else. My mother feels the same
about the artwork, furniture and family heirlooms that survived. We are not
averse to physical labor in this family under circumstances such as these.
Throughout its long history, the Elliott family has done what was necessary in
times of trouble.” He wasn’t sure why he felt it necessary to explain, but, for
whatever reason, he did.
“Sometimes when we lose something of importance what we have left becomes
even more precious.”
“So it would seem.”
They reached the front entry and the temporary door that had been erected
to keep out unwanted intruders—human or otherwise. “I should warn you, while we
have accomplished a great deal, it’s still something of a mess inside. We had a
carpenter from the village inspect the floor and he pronounced it sound, but
you should watch your step.” He opened the door.
“If you would be so kind as to hold these.” She thrust the tube and her
satchel at him and he had no choice but to take them. She picked up her skirts
to step over the threshold. She wore the sturdiest, and possibly ugliest, shoes
he had ever seen. “Are you staring at my ankles, Lord Stillwell?”
“I am scarcely in the habit of staring at the ankles of a woman I have
only just met, Lady Garret,” he said with all the indignation he could muster,
even though he had long thought a nicely turned ankle to be most provocative.
And he had never hesitated to consider an ankle when the opportunity arose, whether
he knew the lady or not.
“Ah, but your reputation precedes you, my lord,” she said mildly.
“One cannot believe everything one hears.” He resisted the urge to snap.
Certainly, in his younger days he had been prone to misbehavior and even
now, he did enjoy a rousing good time in the companionship of like-minded
gentlemen and indeed, whenever possible, he availed himself of the charms of a
beautiful and willing woman, but he wasn’t the rogue he once was. He simply
didn’t have the time. And it was somewhat irritating to be considered so. He
was thirty-three years of age, managed his family’s business interests and
property, and did so in a most successful manner. The Elliott family fortunes
had more than prospered under his hand. Why, even his father was pleased with
the man Win had become. That this overly sensible woman with her sturdy shoes
had—
“One never can, my lord.” She started into the house, paying him no
attention whatsoever. It was most annoying.
“As much as it pains me to admit it . . .” He stepped to her side. “I was
not looking at your ankles as one can barely see them being blinded by the
sight of the most horrendous shoes I have ever seen.”
“I am not going to a ball,” she said absently, her gaze scanning what was
once the center part of the house. She turned toward him, opened the
satchel—which required a bit of juggling on his part as she made no effort to
take it from him—dug around in what looked to be a bottomless pit of a bag and
withdrew a notebook and pencil. “And these are eminently practical for the task
at hand.”
“God save us all from practical shoes on the feet of a lovely woman,” he
said under his breath.
“I daresay God has more to worry about.” She stepped farther into the
house, then stopped and wrote something in her notebook. He tried to get a
glimpse of what she’d written, but she shifted and hid the notebook from his
sight. He wasn’t sure if her movement was deliberate or not.
Regardless, that too was annoying.
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Interview conducted by Nicole Morgan
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