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Guest blogger: Heather Boyd

2 December 2012

Heather BoydsmlThanks ARRA for having me on the blog again.

Greetings and Happy Christmas to everyone. Are you ready for the silly season? Honestly, I’m not. This post is written in advance, but yesterday, being 1 December, was tree day in our house. We decorate the house in a one-day frenzy and then I try to forget all about Christmas again for a few more weeks. I have deadlines. I have a word count to reach. I cannot be distracted by shiny baubles and Christmas recipes, no matter how good they look.

My current work in progress (book three in the Wild Randall’s series) is set at this time of year, but in the northern hemisphere, so I can pretend I’m cold when I’m sweltering. Seriously, one of the perks of this wonderful writing life is imagining you’re elsewhere or someone else.

My hero in my most recent regency romance release, Forsaking the Prize, isn’t quite a gentleman and I loved every minute of writing his dialogue and being inside his head. Here’s a sample:

‘Abnormally sized? Lady Venables, have you been peeking at my rudder?’

My heroine could have died of mortification a dozen times over but he did manage to wait until they were alone before he blurted out what he was thinking, which of course was terribly improper too.

Forsaking200Here’s a peek at Forsaking the Prize:

Rough and ready sailor Tobias Randall endured years of cruelty only to have his plans for revenge crumble. To reclaim what’s his, he’ll have to marry quickly and for money. Yet the perils of life at sea are nothing compared to the danger of attempting polite conversation with a proper lady.


TOBIAS RANDALL HAD faced many dangers in his life; none compared with his current predicament. He would gladly face the enemy in battle, starvation, and the most godforsaken ship’s captain ever to sail against England rather than make polite conversation.

But, as he’d been repeatedly warned in the last weeks, the proprieties must be observed if he wanted to remain in good society and have a chance of being acceptable to a well-to-do marriageable woman. He was dressed now in the finest clothing he’d ever owned. Primped and polished until he shined like a new minted penny. There seemed no end to the number of things that he could and could not do or say as brother to the future husband of the Duchess of Romsey.

He stood quietly on the edge of the Romsey drawing room, forgotten for the moment, as his brother and the duchess discussed plans for the future and the estate. A party here, a field ploughed there, a trip to London and to Bath to visit with the duchess’ relations and be introduced properly, raising the staff wages. As his brother’s future unfolded, mind-numbingly tedious by the sounds of it, he tried to remain alert.

He was a man of action, and there was no action here. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say, that would add any excitement to the morning. Well, perhaps there was one.

He shifted his gaze across the room. He could, if he was feeling particularly adventurous, engage in conversation with Lady Venables. She was, and had always been, a rather prickly conversationalist. Was he willing to risk a verbal lashing to relieve his boredom? Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

Be well and have an excellent holiday season.

Take care,
Heather Boyd is the author of sizzling romance with an historical bent. A fan of regency England settings, she writes m/f and m/m stories that push the boundaries of propriety and even break the laws of that time. Brimming with new ideas, she frequently wishes she could type as fast as she can conjure up new storylines. She lives with her testosterone-fuelled family north of Sydney, Australia.

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  1. aimskye permalink
    8 December 2012 12:21 pm

    HI Heather,

    Thanks for blogging, It is already the 8th and I need time to stop so I can catch up! Your hero sounds quite amusing, I can’t wait to read her reaction!


  2. 3 December 2012 7:03 am

    Hi Heather, you know one of the things that made having kids at home was they loved to help decorate the tree, now they do their own. It IS a special time as you’ve said..

  3. 3 December 2012 6:45 am

    Great post. Your hero sounds so funny that I can’t wait to read more about him,

  4. Barbara permalink
    2 December 2012 6:52 pm

    Hi Heather

    I have read the first one of this series and have to bring this one to the top of my TBR pile which keeps getting bigger…. I enjoyed the first one

    • 2 December 2012 8:32 pm

      Hi Barbara, TBR piles are a force of nature. Hope you find the time to read it soon. 🙂

  5. 2 December 2012 11:55 am

    Great dialogue, love the concept of a ‘fish out of water’ bloke and the proper English lady, makes for a lot of fun and awkward situations.

  6. 2 December 2012 9:21 am

    Hi Heather, that sounds fun and adventure-filled with lots of witty dialogue. Really nice excerpt and I love the cover, too.

    • 2 December 2012 12:41 pm

      Thanks Bev. I actually found it hard to decide on the excerpts to use for this story. I’m thankful for my crit partners who’d marked their favorite parts. 🙂

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