Monday, July 20, 2015

Monday Author/Book Spotlight - Vikki Vaught's Lady Overton's Perilous Journey

Please welcome Vikki to our little nook of the internet! Today she's here to share some info on her wonderful sounding book, Lady Overton`s Perilous Journey. 


I want to thank Vicki for having me on her blog today. I’m very exciting about my new release, Lady Overton’s Perilous Journey. This is the first book in my Honorable Rogue series. This series is set in early 19th century England & America. I’d like to introduce you to my hero:
Captain Alex Hawks:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark Chestnut
Eye color: Dark brown, almost black
Age: 28
Alex sails the high seas on his ship, Renegade, traveling from America to ports across the Atlantic. His company, Hawks Shipping is homed based in Baltimore. He is driven to succeed in a career he did not choose. Alex graduated from Harvard with a law degree, but when his father died, he stepped in and took over Hawks Shipping and has never looked back.  
When Alex meets the Marchioness of Overton and her young son, the marquess, he suspects his life will be turned upside down. While he finds Anissa beautiful, the last thing he wants is an entanglement with an aristocratic lady, but when he learns of her plight, honor demands he help her.
Alex Hawks has many layers to his personality and life has not dealt him the best cards, but he refuses to allow anything to keep him from doing his duty. One personal hurt has made him cynical toward women with good cause. Whether he wants it or not, he has met his match in Anissa.
I hope you’ll enjoy the romance between Alex and Anissa as much as I enjoyed writing their love story. Happy reading!

Anissa, Marchioness of Overton
Charming Widow
Height: 5’2”
Hair color: Golden blonde
Eye color: Blue
Age: 26
Anissa has been a widow for seven months, deeply mourning her late husband. She learns that her son’s great-uncle has evil plans for her and Harry. Her only goal now, is to keep her son safe, no matter the cost, even if it means leaving her home and her country to do it. That is why she travels to America on Alex Hawks’ ship.
The last thing she needs is the distraction of the annoying, yet vastly attractive captain, but she has been so lonely, and seeking shelter in his warm embrace is very tempting. Her desire for Alex wages war with her conscious and her guilt.
Anissa was not raised in an aristocratic household, but she learned how to navigate the ton when she married her first husband and has adopted the aloof manners of an aristocrat. When she arrives in America, she is surprised at the easy camaraderie between Alex and his servants. She finds Americans so much friendlier and open than English society. If not for Harry, she could see herself being quite happy living in this bright new world.

While Lady Overton’s high-spirited son, the little marquess, may distract Captain Hawks’ cabin-boy and crew, he suspects the lovely lady may threaten his well-protected heart.
Book Blurb:
When her son’s life is threatened, Anissa, Marchioness of Overton, seeks refuge by sailing to America. Before the ship reaches the high seas, sparks fly between her and Captain Alex Hawks. Although the young widow may be lonely, and afraid, she cannot risk the diversion a romantic entanglement could bring, no matter how much she wants to lose herself in the captain’s embrace.  
The Captain vows to protect the young Lord Overton, but can offer no assurance that the marchioness will leave his ship with her virtue intact. Alex is drawn to Anissa’s beauty and courage, as a hummingbird is to the nectar of a flower. How long can he fight a losing battle before he surrenders and makes her his own? 
Will Alex be able to keep this remarkable woman and her child safe? Will his passion for Anissa be enough or will their differences keep them apart?

Author Bio:
Vikki Vaught started her writing career when a story invaded her mind and would not leave.
Over the last few years, she has written more than a half dozen historical romances and is presently working on her next. Her new release, Lady Overton’s Perilous Journey, published by Secret Cravings Publishing is the first book in her Honorable Rogue series.

Vikki loves a "Happily Ever After", and she writes them in her stories. While romance is the central theme of all her books, she includes some significant historical event or place in all her novels.

While all her books are love stories, she has also written short contemporary sweet romances as Vikki McCombie and erotic romances using the pen name of V.L. Edwards.

For the last decade, Vikki has lived in the beautiful foothills of the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her beloved husband, Jim, who is the most tolerant man in the world to put up with her when she is in a writing frenzy. When she is not writing or working her day job, you’ll find her curled up in a comfortable chair reading her Kindle, lost in a good book with a cup of tea at her side.

Metadata tags: Historical, Romance, Romantic suspense, Sea captain, Regency, England, America
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Long Excerpt 1:
The heavy brass statue dropped from her hand, and Anissa, the Marchioness of Overton, touched her lips with a shaking hand. She glanced down at Lord Howard and stifled a gasp. Blood poured from the wound on his head as he lay sprawled out on the Aubusson carpet. The smell of fresh blood assailed her nostrils, causing her stomach to roll.
Oh no, what have I done?
Anissa remained frozen, as stiff and unyielding as the statue she had dropped on the carpet. Finally pulling herself out of her moment of terror, she knelt beside him and gingerly touched the side of his neck with trembling fingers. She felt a weak pulse. At least she had not killed him.
Never in a million years had she expected him to attack her in such a horrid way. Shock waves of fear raced through her heart, and she pulled the remnants of her bodice together as images of the struggle flashed through her mind. Thank goodness, she had grabbed the statue before he could ravish her.
Of course, he had tried to corner her countless times. She had always managed to evade him before. If she had known he had arrived home, she would never have chanced coming down for a book. A good thing she had, or she would never have overheard him talking to his son. Without this knowledge, she would have been dead the next day, and then there would have been no one to keep him from carrying out his diabolical plan.
The fright she had experienced when Lord Howard caught her still had her heart jumping in her chest. If his son had caught her, she could have been able to convince Bernard she had come from the kitchen after having a glass of warm milk. The poor young man was a bit slow-witted. With the die cast, she could not stop the turn of events her actions had started. She would have to get away before someone found Lord Howard and raised the alarm.
Anissa stood, went over to Lord Howard’s desk, and rummaged through the drawers, looking for the money pouch he kept hidden there. As she felt around the bottom drawer, her fingers closed around the purse. Pulling it out, she dropped it on the desk, then reached inside and pulled out a wad of bank notes.
Anissa counted the money and found well over two hundred pounds, plus dozens of guineas, and a fistful of other coins. She slipped the notes back into the pouch, along with the rest of the money, and then slipped it into the pocket of her gown. Looking back at Lord Howard, she tiptoed across the room. She opened the library door and peeked out to the darkened hall, making sure the coast was clear before she left the room.
All the servants should be in bed, although she was not sure where Bernard had gone. She prayed he had gone upstairs to his room. The last thing she needed was to run into the boy. His father had him under his thumb, scared to death of going against him in any way. After all, the lad was barely seventeen. She truly could not blame him.
As silent as a crouching cat ready to spring on an unsuspecting mouse, Anissa climbed the stairs to her bedchamber as the hall clock’s soft chime of the eleven o’clock hour followed her. After reaching her room, she sagged against the door, her fear-soaked clothing clinging to her clammy skin.
Anissa rushed over to the wardrobe and threw it open, pulled out her valise, and stuffed several black gowns, undergarments, and her nightclothes into it. She unearthed the breeches she wore when riding by herself. Thank God she had kept them all these years. After donning the boy’s clothing, she grabbed her black cloak to hide her masculine attire.
She went over to her dressing table and dumped the contents of her jewelry box into her valise. Her emerald necklace, a gift from her late husband, landed on top. Tears gathered in her eyes as she remembered Kendall fastening it around her neck for the first time, and something squeezed her heart like a vise.
Gathering her wits and dismissing the distracting thoughts from her mind, she could not give into her emotions now, not when the life of her son was held in the balance. She opened up the hidden compartment in the bottom of her jewelry box and pulled out some letters tied together with a pink satin ribbon. These letters were more precious than gold to her. Kendall had written them to her whenever they had been apart. Some might think her silly to save them. However, she gained comfort from reading them late at night when she missed him most.
Oh, why did Kendall have to die?
Anissa forced these thoughts from her mind. She could not afford to think of these things now. She needed to get to her son. She had to protect Harry and get him safely away. After she added the letters to the valise, she took one last look at the room she had lived in for seven years. Despair threatened to consume her, but she refused to give in to her terror and hurried out the door.

Short excerpt:
The heavy brass statue dropped from her hand, and Anissa, the Marchioness of Overton, touched her lips with a shaking hand. She glanced down at Lord Howard and stifled a gasp. Blood poured from the wound on his head as he lay sprawled out on the Aubusson carpet. The fresh smell of blood assailed her nostrils, causing her stomach to roll.
Oh no, what have I done?

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This has been such an exciting journey for me, and many friends have helped me along the way, from contest judges to my fellow authors of the Beau Monde Chapter of RWA. This is a fantastic group of Regency authors. Whenever I have a historical question, they always have the answer. I want to personally thank my critique partner, KaLyn Cooper. Her help with the suspense scenes was invaluable. My wonderful friend and freelance editor Tammy Souch, her advice and suggestions made this book so much better. I also want to thank my friend and co-worker, Anissa Cook, for the use of her beautiful name for my heroine. Thanks to readers everywhere, for your willingness to give a new author a chance. Last, but by no means least, my incredible husband for putting up with me when I’m lost in my world of books. The man truly has the patience of a saint. 

1 comment:

Vikki said...

Thanks visiting for having me on your blog today!