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Heartbreak and Honor releases today, and with its Christmastide subplot, the release is just in time for the holidays!
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A few weeks ago, I was researching interior and exterior carriage lamps.
Historicals often have characters gallivanting around in carriages at night, and I was curious about carriage lighting. I had a scene where my hero and heroine where on the way to the theater and they had to see what was going on inside and outside the carriage.
Street lamps usually only appeared on corners and didn’t project a bright glow, so streets, even in the city, weren’t well lit.
It’s not the first evening carriage ride some of my characters have had to endure, but the truth is, not much traveling happened, especially in the country, by a carriage or coach at night unless there was a full moon.
Runners or footmen used flambeauxs (a type of torch light) to light the way before the vehicle, and as you can imagine, this didn’t allow for long-distance traveling at night. Imagine how horrid that was if the weather was unpleasant.
You must remember, matches, as we know them today, didn’t exist yet. So, flint & steel might have been used to ignite tinder, or perhaps a char cloth or a faggot, which was then used to ignite the lamp. I read somewhere, though I can’t recall where, that it could take upwards of three minutes to achieve a flame using the flint and tinder method. Not an easy process, especially given the conditions of many roads.
Heartbreak and Honor
Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, Book 3
Abducted by a band of renegade Scots, Highland gypsy Tasara Faas doesn’t hesitate to blacken her rescuer’s eye when the charming duke attempts to steal a kiss. Afterward, she learns she’s the long-lost heiress Alexandra Atterberry and is expected to take her place among the elite society she’s always disdained.
Lucan, the Duke of Harcourt, promised his gravely ill mother he’d procure a wife by Christmastide, but intrigued by the feisty lass he saved in Scotland, he finds the haut ton ladies lacking. Spying Alexa at a London ball, he impulsively decides to make the knife-wielding gypsy his bride despite her aversion to him and her determination to return to the Highlands.
The adversary responsible for Alexa’s disappearance as a toddler still covets her fortune and joins forces with Harcourt’s arch nemesis. Amidst a series of suspicious misfortunes, Lucan endeavors to win Alexa’s love and expose the conspirators but only succeeds in reaffirming Alexa’s belief that she is inadequate to become his duchess.
A tiny squeal escaped Alexa as her eyelids sprang open, and she clutched his shoulders. She twisted to look beyond either window. “Put me down. Someone will see.”
“No, you dolt.” Her upturned lips belied her name-calling.
Holding her securely around the waist, Lucan hastily lowered both window coverings. “There, now no one can see a thing.”
“And when we emerge with the windows covered?” She gestured at the shades. “No one will speculate as to what transpired inside the carriage? Rumors will abound that we coupled like springtime rabbits throughout Berkley Square.”
He mentally measured the seat. After they married, he might try to persuade her to do exactly that. He might even wear a kilt for the occasion. An avalanche of lust ripped through him. Thank God, Alexa’s thick redingote and his weighty greatcoat hid his giddy member’s reaction.
“Well, I hope by then we shall be betrothed.” He shifted her to reach inside his coat. He withdrew the jewelry box.
Her delicate brows rose as she eyed the petite cube dubiously before lifting her wary gaze. “What have you done?”
Not exactly ecstatic.
“Open it.” He set the violet velvet box atop her lap then set about removing her left glove. “I had it designed for you.”
Alexa tilted the lid and gasped. “A thistle ring? Is this an amethyst?” Emotion clogged her voice. “It’s my favorite stone. How did you know?”
Lucan nodded as he plucked the ring from its nest. “It’s the same shade as your eyes, and it’s set in gold, because you have gold flecks around your irises.”
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