While writing THE PIRATE’S DEBT, Regent’s Revenge Book #2, I needed inspiration for an inn with a tavern and rustic bar built from salvaged ship timber to set along the coast of Cornwall’s ragged cliffs. With this in mind, I began to research the Jamaica Inn, made famous by Daphne du Maurier in 1936 with her book of the same name. I bought movies to fill my mind with images: Alfred Hitchcock’s version with Charles Laughton, introducing a very young Maureen O’Hara, made in 1939; the Jane Seymour version made in 1983; and the latest version with Jessica Brown Findlay (Lady Sybil herself!) in 2014. Though the critics gave the 2014 version terrible reviews, I found it to be the most sensually stirring and picturesque version of them all. (Pirate!)
A way station for weary travelers who crossed Cornwall’s treacherous moors, the Jamaica Inn sits between Launceston and Bodmin. In 1778, the inn was renovated into an L-shaped structure. Further development included a coach house, stable, and tack room. The Trelawney family, a well-known Cornish family and better known for providing two governors in Jamaica, are the benefactors of the Jamaica Inn’s famous name. Though wrecking ships, leading them astray with lead lights and harvesting the ravaged hulls of doomed vessels, hasn’t been documented as historical fact, the inn has a reputation for being a “haven for smugglers” and ghost stories abound. In fact, the TV show Most Haunted cites its Jamaica Inn episode as one of the most frightening shows ever recorded. Ghostly complaints? Foreign voices conversing with one another (most probably in the old and practically extinct Cornish language), horses’ hooves clip-clopping nearby, wagon wheels turning over aged cobble stones in the courtyard, footsteps in the corridors and near the bar, including eye-witness accounts of a man sitting on the low stone wall surrounding the courtyard.
What a treasure trove the Jamaica Inn is! Oh, to have been out riding with Daphne du Maurier and her young friend when they became lost on the moors. Thankfully, their horses lead them to the inn in 1930. It was there, surrounded by the inn’s teak and oak, inspired by its historical relevancy, that a local rector first regaled Daphne with tales of smuggling and woe.
Let this be a lesson to every writer out there. Be ready. No matter where you go, anything you experience can inspire a classic story no reader will ever want to put down!
*Claps hands with glee* And so it is with GREAT excitement that I get the privilege to reveal for the very FIRST time the extraordinary cover that Author Victoria Vane at Romance Cover Creations designed for my book inspired by Daphne’s Jamaica Inn, THE PIRATE’S DEBT!
Lady Chloe Walsingham is an enthusiastic gothic romance reader and hopeless romantic focused solely on finding her perfect hero. She also happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble. So when the man she loves disappears after a scandalous duel, she decides to follow him to the ends of the Earth. To do so, however, Chloe must evade her brother, an infamous revenue man, and board a ship bound for Penzance. And nothing in her beloved books can prepare her for the harsh realities of wreckers who ply the coast.
After his father destroyed the lives of countless innocent people, Basil Halford, Earl of Markwick is willing to do anything to earn back his honor. Betrayed by his blood and his reputation ruined, Markwick answers the request of a well-heeled duke and dons the Black Regent’s mask to repay the debt. His task? Rescuing a young woman who is chasing down a ghost of a man.
But a pirate has plenty of enemies, and Markwick isn’t any different. No matter how diligent a captain he may be, sailing to Lady Chloe’s rescue involves risking not only the Regent’s legacy but the last thing he can afford to lose…his heart.
~ Excerpt ~
Markwick stiffened. Blackmoor’s reasons for enlisting Markwick’s help were triggered by love for his wife. Markwick’s sense of responsibility went deeper, to a place he’d never allowed himself to go out of respect for Walsingham. While it was true that Chloe had exceeded many levels of Markwick’s patience when she was younger, since his engagement to Prudence, she’d shown herself to be intelligent, talented, loyal, and a most beloved sister and friend. She was also enamored by the Black Regent, which put his identity at even greater risk.
What could he do? How far was he willing to go to bring Chloe home safe and sound?
“For the duchess’s sake,” he began, “I will do my best to find Chloe. You have my word.”
“Remember, her willful head is in the clouds. That, dear friend, makes her dangerous. If she spies her brother, she will most likely flee to avoid facing his ire. But if you find her . . . well, that is a trap well laid.”
“Surely you place too much—”
“I’ve promised my wife that you will find her before Walsingham does.”
Markwick bowed. “I shall strive to earn your confidence.”
He gazed at the missive in Blackmoor’s hand once more, suspecting something else was responsible for the duke’s persistence that Markwick should be the one to locate Chloe. “What’s in the letter?”
Blackmoor handed him the missive, then strode to the door. “Have a care for your soul, Markwick. While the Fury demands forte, females rein a tempest of emotions sure to drown better men.”
Markwick straightened. “Aye, sir,” he said, gazing down at the note.
The screen door slammed. When he looked up again, Blackmoor was gone.
Markwick opened the note, then leaned back on the desk. His jaw slackened at the words on the page.
My dearest friend,
I ask you one question: is a body unhappy about another unless she is in love? I fear we both know the answer to that now, and a gentle violence thrills my soul as I share with you that I intend to sail with the tide. I cannot face the snares and wiles of this world without love to recommend me. Therefore, I beseech you to keep my secret, for you are the only one I trust.
Markwick has disappeared. As you are no longer betrothed, I am finally at liberty to confess to you that I love him. I have always loved him, and I cannot bear for him to suffer alone. Sources close to my brother inform me that a man fitting Markwick’s description has been seen in Torquay. Therefore, I’ve attained passage for myself and my maid aboard the Valerian.
Do not be alarmed for my person or harden your heart against me. Dry your earnest tears. My virtuous intentions steer me toward a higher destiny.
Markwick shut his gaping mouth, then crumpled the letter in his hand.
It couldn’t be true. Blackmoor was right? Chloe loved him? How was that possible? Why? Until now, he had always perceived her attention as infatuation because he’d been the only man her brother allowed around her.
He dropped the foolscap and swiped his fingers through his hair. If he failed to rescue Chloe from another one of her outlandish adventures, Prudence would blame him. Which meant Blackmoor would blame him. Not to mention Chloe’s brother. If Walsingham found out Markwick had known where Chloe was bound and hadn’t alerted him, the bond between friends would be severed for good, making his stint as the Black Regent even more perilous. If anything happened to her, Walsingham would not rest until Markwick was hunted down. That endangered the Regent’s whole design. And a dead Regent could not help the people of Cornwall and Devon.
Markwick hopped forward and yanked open the cabin’s screen door.
Pye stood there, just outside the door, waiting. “What be your orders, Cap’n?”
Had Blackmoor ordered the one-legged pirate to stand there? “Notify the crew that we have a target in our sights. We make way with the tide.”
“Aye, sir.” The salty pirate grinned. “As soon as I’d seen the ol’ cap’n, I knew we’d have us an adventure ahead.”
“Spare me your excitement,” Markwick grumbled. “This adventure may very well lead to my bloody end.”
Readers expect THE PIRATE’S DEBT, Regent’s Revenge Book #2, to release September 13th, 2016! Huzzah and Hoorah!!!
What do you think? Is Markwick in for an epic battle of wills?