Interview, Excerpt, & Giveaway: LADY WINDERMERE’S LOVER by Miranda Neville

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CoverTitle: Lady Windermere’s Lover
Series: The Wild Quartet Series  Book Three
Author: Miranda Neville
Release Date: June 24, 2014
Buy Links: Amazon  |  B & N  |  Kobo  |  iTunes

Damian, Earl of Windermere, rues the day he drunkenly gambled away his family’s estate and was forced into marriage to reclaim it. Now, after hiding out from his new bride for a year, Damian is finally called home, only to discover that his modest bride has become an alluring beauty—and rumor has it that she’s taken a lover. Damian vows to keep his wife from straying again, but to do so he must seduce her—and protect his heart from falling for the wife he never knew he wanted.

Cynthia never aspired to be the subject of scandal. But with her husband off gallivanting across Persia, what was a lady to do? Flirting shamelessly with his former best friend seemed like the perfect revenge . . . except no matter how little Damian deserves her loyalty, Cynthia can’t bring herself to be unfaithful. But now that the scoundrel has returned home, Cynthia isn’t about to forgive his absence so easily—even if his presence stirs something in her she’d long thought dead and buried. He might win her heart . . . if he can earn her forgiveness!

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Interview with Miranda Neville:

 

Can you tell us more about Lady Windermere’s Lover and your inspiration for writing it?

We all do crazy things when we are young. The Wild Quartet series follows a group of friends who must face the consequences of youthful mistakes. Damian, the Earl of Windermere gambled away his estate at the age of twenty-one and was the first of the group to “reform.” Disgusted with himself, he reformed too much and became a stick-in-the-mud diplomat.  Unlike his former friends, he needs to loosen up again.

To win back his estate, he marries heiress Cynthia whom he resents and treats badly. After a year abroad he comes back with the intention of trying to make something of his marriage. But shy and dowdy Cynthia has bloomed in his absence. She is also apparently having an affair with Damian’s former best friend, the Duke of Denford. Just to complicate matters, Damian’s government job requires him to reconcile with Denford at the same time he is trying to win back his wife.

 

Can you share with us some fun facts about this book?

Damian inveigles his way into his wife’s bed by claiming his mattress needs restuffing (no bed springs in 1800!). Cynthia adopts a kitten inspired by my daughter’s cat Emma. Damian has spent the past year in Persia: his luggage includes some mind-altering substances and a portfolio of erotic paintings.

 

Can you share with us your writing process?

Ha ha! How about miraculous, as in “it’s a miracle I ever finish a book”? Honestly, it changes every time. I always spend far more time thinking about the book than I do actually putting words on the screen. And once I am ready to write it usually comes out pretty clean – I’m not a big re-writer.

 

If you could describe Cynthia in three words, what would they be?

Kind, principled, naive.

 

How about Damian? How would you describe him in three words each?

Sleek, artistic, reserved.

 

If you could cast actors to play Cynthia and Damian, who would they be?

I’m completely useless at celebrities so I always ask my daughter to answer this question. She tells me Teresa Palmer is perfect for Cynthia and I agree. She reminded me we used Matt Bomer for my last book (no fair – we should always use Matt!) so we compromised on Henry Cavill.

 

I love the names you’ve given your characters. How do you decide what to name your characters?

First of all I look for names that were around in the Regency period in England. Unfortunately our ancestors were pretty unimaginative and used the same names over and over – I swear half of all men were called George! Damian and Cynthia were both fairly uncommon names with classical origins. The name has to fit the character. There are a couple of cases where I changed the name in the middle of writing a book because it didn’t seem right.

 

Do you enjoy reading historical romance as much as writing them? What are some of your favorite tropes?

That’s a great question. I adore historical romances and one of the reasons is seeing how different writers handle the same tropes. I’m going through them all myself! Marriage of Convenience has to be my favorite so Lady Windermere’s Lover was especially fun to write. Others I love, in no particular order, are Friends to Lovers, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, and Road Romance.

 

If you’re not writing, what occupies your time?

I live in the country so my hobbies include cooking, gardening, hiking and skiing, and sitting around doing as little as possible. When I travel I like to go to cities where there are lots of shops, restaurants, and museums.

 

Who are your favorite authors and their works?

Oh dear! There are so many. I’m going to list some favorite authors, along with one book I particularly love, although I probably love all of them. And there are really too many to list.

Loretta Chase, Lord Perfect

Eloisa James, Desperate Duchesses

Mary Balogh, Slightly Dangerous

Suzanne Enoch, London’s Greatest Scoundrel

Mary Jo Putney, Dearly Beloved

Gaelen Foley, The Duke

Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Ain’t She Sweet

Jennifer Crusie, Bet Me

Lisa Kleypas, The Devil in Winter

 

Do you imagine yourself writing in another genre?

I am always thinking about writing different things, usually when I am in deadline for a book. I would like to tackle a historical novel with a broader scope than a genre romance – not leaving romance behind but with a plot that focuses on more than the romance.

 

What’s in store next for you?

Julian, the Duke of Denford, is actually the title character in Lady Windermere’s Lover as well as my next book, The Duke of Dark Desires. I won’t say much about it now, but it’s probably the most intense book I’ve yet written. I knew right from the start that Julian was a great character who deserved a great story and I only hope I’ve done him justice. Right now I’m working on a couple of novellas and after that there’s a new historical series, still very much in the planning stage.

 

Do you have anything you want to share with your readers/fans?

I love hearing from readers. Please join me on Facebook, Twitter, or contact me through my website.

 

 

Excerpt:

Through the incompetent machinations of Puck, the four lovers were in a tangle and Titania was in love with an ass. Cynthia shifted in her seat and let her attention wander to the crowd in the pit.

“Not enjoying the play?” Denford asked.

“How did you know?”

“I notice everything about you, Cynthia.”

“I had never seen A Midsummer Night’s Dream acted,” she said quickly, “only read it. It’s very different on the stage.”

Despite making great strides in worldliness, she couldn’t help being a little shocked at the skimpy costumes, suggestive posturing, and outright kissing that was featured in the production. Lysander and Hermia had kissed on the lips early in the play and Titania was doing the same to Bottom now, positively devouring him beneath his ass’s head. Cynthia kept telling herself that it was only clever acting and they weren’t really behaving with such wantonness in public.

She stole a sideways glance and encountered Julian’s intense blue gaze. She lowered her eyes to his mouth and recalled the only time that she had been kissed like that, lasciviously, mouth-on-mouth, like the players on the stage.

The momentous occasion had been in a dark corner of her garden on a chill autumn night a few weeks earlier. It should have been her husband—such intimate caresses were the right of spouses—but Windermere had never kissed her thus. This man, the Duke of Denford, had introduced her to the delight. She felt guilty for kissing another man and resented that the man she’d married had not seen to the business himself. Her classmates at the Birmingham Academy for Young Ladies—ignorant girls like herself—had talked about love and marriage and kissing. The three went together, all with the same man.

“In what way do you find the play different?”

“The actors have revealed new aspects of the characters. I had not previously perceived that Lysander and Demetrius are in competition with each other. First they must both love Hermia and then, when one turns to Helena the other must follow.”

“You don’t give much credit to the intervention of the fairies.”

“I believe magic merely reinforces their own inclinations, which is that of former best friends turned rivals.”

“My dear Cynthia,” Julian said with a deep laugh. “You have grown into a woman of subtlety.”

“I hope so,” she said, not without pride. “I came to the capital a naïve provincial. I had no idea how to convey my thoughts except in the most straightforward manner. Since I quickly learned that simplicity is not appreciated in London, I could not convey them at all.”

“You know you may always speak frankly to me because I am incapable of taking offense. You can tell me what you really mean about the rivals in this play.” Julian was far too clever. And while he wasn’t always straightforward, he was never afraid to be frank. “Is that what you think?” he continued. “That I want you only because you are married to my former friend?”

“The notion has crossed my mind.”

“If you believe that your only value to me is as Damian’s bride, then you don’t know your own worth and he is a bigger fool than I thought for leaving you alone so long, and letting you think you mean nothing to him.”

I know I mean nothing to him. She was too proud to say it aloud. Instead she soothed her vanity by defending her neglectful spouse. “He was called abroad and did his duty, for which I respect him.” Her hand convulsed on the gilt handle of her lorgnette.

“And of course he fulfills his duty to you by frequent letters, attentive to your needs.”

To that there was no answer.

Long fingers enveloped her clenched fist. “If you will let me,” he whispered, “you will find me neglectful in nothing.”

He chose his words well. Neglected was precisely how she had felt for so long, long before she met Windermere. Her husband had merely raised hopes that finally she would have someone to call her own, and dashed them. She ignored a shiver of yearning, withdrew from Julian’s touch, and raised the glasses to her nose. Her throat was tight. “Not now.”

“Why not now? Admit that you are tempted. Why else did you come out with me tonight?”

As his wicked voice stroked her like a sable brush, she determinedly surveyed the faces and figures in the boxes opposite. There were a few she knew, but very few. Despite her rank, she was not of the ton. The niece of a Birmingham merchant, abandoned by her brand-new husband, had no entrée to the more rarefied households of Mayfair. If her only recourse had been to the faintly disreputable company of Caro Townsend and her set, including Julian Fortescue, it was Windermere’s fault. Through the lorgnette she saw the Countess of Ashfield, a pillar of London society with the eyesight of an eagle, glaring back at her. Another box was filled with drunken bucks; luckily they were on the bottom tier or the occupants of the pit below would be in dire danger of being hit by flying glasses and vomit. The next box was also a trifle crowded: The owner had decided to cram his wife and six young ladies into the narrow space. By contrast, the very elegant lady next door had but a single gentleman in attendance.

She inhaled so hard her chest hurt. She would recognize that gentleman from a mile’s distance, with or without the benefit of magnifying lenses.

She didn’t know him as well as she knew the man at her side, but on the other hand, unlike Julian, he had shared her bed. He was her lawfully wedded husband. Back in London after more than a year’s absence, he had not sought the company of his wife. Instead he was tête-à-tête in a box at Drury Lane with another woman.

Every muscle rigid, she lowered the lorgnette to her lap with exaggerated care.

“What is it?” Julian asked.

“Who is the lady in red in the box closest to the pit door?”

“Lady Belinda Radcliffe, wife of the undersecretary for foreign affairs. Windermere has known her for a long time, through her husband.” She heard pity in his voice and felt his hand on her shoulder, like comfort, not seduction.

“Did you know Windermere was back in London?”

“I heard a rumor. But when you agreed to come out with me tonight I thought I must be wrong.”

Cynthia blinked hard and didn’t trust herself to speak through thickening tears. Instead she tilted her head to press her cheek against Julian’s hand. Across the theater she saw Windermere’s gaze linger on them for a few seconds, then he turned back to the beautiful Lady Belinda.

If she were honest with herself, she had hoped he would see her, or at least hear a report that she hadn’t been waiting at home like a meek Quaker for her spouse’s return. When imagining his reaction to seeing her transformed into a fashionable lady—and escorted by a duke, this particular duke—she hadn’t expected indifference. Expectations confounded again, she thought wryly through her distress.

“I heard that rumor too,” she managed finally. “But I didn’t know Windermere was already in town. I assumed he had been delayed.”

If Denford expressed sympathy now, she would leave. She would ask the theater servants to find her a hackney and go home alone. Her sense of humiliation was too great to be borne in sight of another. Gradually her heightened breathing abated. “So he is merely escorting the wife of a senior colleague, then. Very polite of him.”

“I’m sure that’s the reason,” Julian said. She’d almost recovered her equilibrium when he delivered the final blow. “It is common knowledge that Windermere’s affair with Lady Belinda was over years ago.”

Common knowledge to all except the stupid lowborn wife he’d married for her uncle’s money. Foolishly, she couldn’t keep her eyes off them. She saw her husband take the satin hand of his former mistress and raise it to his lips. Not so former would be her guess. The letter from the Foreign Office had told her he’d reach London two days ago. Perhaps he had. But those two days—and nights—had not been spent at Windermere House.

Julian’s supple fingers massaged the tense muscles of her neck, out of sight of the casual observer. The sensation of flesh on flesh sent tingles of sensation down her back and up between her legs.

Damian, Earl of Windermere, might have come home this night and satisfied the desire that pooled in her most private place, but he preferred a former mistress in red satin. And when, after all, had he ever satisfied her desires?

She wanted satisfaction. Even more, she craved intimacy and human connection.

“I don’t want to see the rest of the play, Julian. Take me home.”

 

 

About the Author:

MirandaMiranda Neville grew up in England. During her misspent youth she devoured the works of Georgette Heyer, Jean Plaidy, and any other historical novels she could lay hands on. As a result she attended the University of Oxford to study history, ignoring all hints that economics might be a more practical subject. She spent several years writing catalogs of rare books and original letters and manuscripts for Sotheby’s auction house in London and New York. Much of her time in this job was spent reading the personal correspondence of the famous. This confirmed her suspicion that the most interesting thing about history is people.

Since moving to Vermont, she has worked in Special Collections at Dartmouth College and as an editor and journalist on Behind the Times, a small, idiosyncratic (and now defunct) monthly newspaper. She is the owner and editor of a weekly advertiser in the Upper Valley, a job that leaves her enough time to write fiction.

Her first book, Never Resist Temptation. was published by Avon in 2009. The first two books in the Burgundy Club series will be published in 2010.

She lives with her daugher, Becca, a college student and confirmed drama queen, and two cats who are never on the right side of any door.

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