My Lady Fury is celebrating a happy event. No, not that. In fact, more of that later. No, the happy event is that she is now available in paperback. Or rather, her story is - The Unraveling of Lady Fury. I'm delighted to welcome her 'biographer' - the intrepid historical author Shehanne Moore, who has climbed more mountains than I have eaten Schnitzels (and that's a LOT of mountains!). I'll shut up now and hand over to her. Take it away, Shey!
Do it with your boots on.
“I don’t know. Ma always said—”
“Ma? What is this, old wives tales now? Next you’ll be telling me that if you’d kept your boots on, or I stood on my hands in the washbasin there, it would be a boy. Ma. Excuse me, I’m getting—”
“She was a midwife—before she was a whore,””
Firstly I want to thank the lovely Antonia for putting up with me again. She’s a sweetheart that way. That’s why I’ve brought along this:
I thought we could just forget about the blog and
Secondly? Secondly I was going to try to behave. That’s not happening. Right?
Thirdly, I can’t believe it’s just over a year now since Antonia first asked me to come by and guest. I was totally hungover at the time. She told me I had a book out. I thought…really? Then, after reaching for the disprins, I reread her email six times and still didn’t make sense of it.
Anyway, that book is now out in print. Since the heroine needs to conceive an heir and she has rules about it too, fourthly let’s misbehave some more and look at some...
Although she’s not bothered whether it’s a girl or a boy she has, do it with your boots on and a boy results. Of course he arrives wearing these cuties:
(I do indeed, but I couldn't possibly divulge. Sworn to secrecy, you see...AvZ)
This one from nowhere in particular was probably written by a man. Seduce him.
Flint, in a bid to elevate himself to grander accommodation and get Fury to renegotiate that ten rule contract, she slaps on him, starts spouting old wives tales he could have read straight off Google. Things about getting on top to have a boy. And getting particular food to eat. He’s starving nothing more, so he makes things up on the spot. Dare she disbelieve him though? Even though she wants to.
Let’s face it, people can get really nervy about conceiving. It’s a primal thing close to the hearts of most human beings. And they can get desperate enough to try anything.—although Fury is just desperate to get rid of Flint. But it gave me the idea as the book progressed to have a bit of fun. How far would you go? How much would you believe?
And actually some of his old wives' tales, about lying down afterwards are common sense. So obviously the old dearies weren’t as daft as all that!
The Unraveling of Lady Fury
Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching…
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.
Here's an extract from The Unraveling of Lady Fury
She held up a hand. “Before you say another word, as I know you’re going to do, I know how much you dislike me. How much you pretend. Since the feeling is mutual, I think it’s best.”
In some corner of her soul, that wasn’t all that far, she knew this wasn’t the way to proceed and hope she would keep him, with his mile-high pride. But it was astonishing to think he believed he could do all that to her and she would still hold a candle in her heart for him. It didn’t matter he didn’t know all he’d done to her, which was maybe why he thought certain flames still burned.
“What about you getting on top?”
“Oh, I’ve been doing some research into that.”
“And do you know—I never would have believed it—but it transpires that lying on my front is as good a way as any to conceive a boy. So long as you don’t stand up.”
Where she got this from she didn’t know. But she thanked heaven for it anyway.
“Are you saying Ma was wrong?”
“I’m not saying anything. I’m sure she was right, a knowledgeable woman like her. But, as you always used to say to me aboard the Calypso, there’s more than one way of being right.”
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