Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her
first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she
ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea.
Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical
romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery,
intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a
thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose –
it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch.
Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian
Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth-century
lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring
handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more
sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli.
Character
Interview for The Accidental Elopement
Q -What’s
your name?
Katherine: Katherine
and I’m the daughter of Lord and Lady Fenton, though I spend a lot of time with
my Uncle, the Earl of Quamby. That’s where I met Jack, the young boy from the
foundling home who came regularly to be a playmate for my Cousin George. George
didn’t know how to behave with honour and dignity so it’s funny to me that it
was Jack, from the foundling home, who was his role model.Q -Where did you grow up?
Katherine: I spent a lot of time in the gardens of Quamby House hiding in the apple tree with Jack when we were seven. George who was very spoiled and something of a bully. At the time, I didn’t realise how much George wanted to be admired by Jack and loved by me.
Sadly, the consequences of my dismissive attitude towards George has resulted in terrible tragedy for all of us. I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I don’t imagine any of us will get our heart’s desire, now. Honour is at stake and Jack is too much the man of honour to sacrifice his solemn pledge to his dying benefactor Zebediah Worthington which is that he’ll marry and protect his daughter.
Jack and I missed our chance. I must accept that, now.
But it’s hard.
Q -During what time period does your story take place?
Katherine: 1925 (when we were 7), 1836 (when we were 18), and 1843 (when we were 24).
Q -What’s your story/back story?
Katherine: I’m the daughter of Fanny Brightwell who, with her sister, Antoinette, is known as London’s Matchmaking Queen for having made scandal-ridden rags-to-riches marriages. Consequently, my mother has been very protective of me but I resemble her greatly in character.
Jack has been my best friend since I was 7 and it was terribly inconvenient when we met at 18 and fell in love, just as I was about to find a titled and well-connected husband.
Although Jack had been adopted by a good family and brought up as a gentleman from the age of eight, he was not the kind of husband I was looking for. Besides, he was off to the West Indies to make his fortune. But then I realised I couldn’t live without him.
Unfortunately, a terrible misunderstanding led to my eloping with the wrong man. Of course, Jack never knew. Not until his mother wrote and told him months later I was now Lady Marples. He thought I’d forsaken him.
Q -Why would someone come up with a story about you?
Katherine: I’m sorry to say that I think that is a rather impertinent question. I am considered rather fascinating by most of the gentlemen I meet.
Q -What’s your goal in this story?
Katherine: To be happy. I lost Jack once, and I must accept that, now he’s back seven years later – even though I’m a widow - there are too many conflicts standing in the way. I have my daughter as solace while my aunt is embarking on a madcap scheme to unite Jack and me. The trouble is, if I use my trump card to win Jack, it’ll destroy him.
I know that, but I love him too much to do that to him.
Thank you for taking an interest. I don’t think my story will have a happy ending, though my aunt says they don’t call her the Matchmaking Queen for nothing.
It’s true, I would swim through shark-infested oceans if it were to save the man I love.
But I won’t do anything to make him beholden to me.
Excerpt from The Accidental Elopement:
In this excerpt, Katherine is hiding in a dark corridor to avoid dancing with someone she has no wish to see during her first ball as a newly arrived London debutante. She then receives a rude shock!
No
one had thought to light a candle sconce and this second corridor turning she’d
taken was as black as a dungeon. Katherine couldn’t even see her hand but she
wasn’t frightened of the dark. No, Katherine was not fainthearted.
Yet
she did squeal when, taking another step, her progress was impeded by a very
large object and, with no warning at all, she found herself flying through the
air, landing with a painful jarring of her wrists upon the cold, hard
flagstones.
“Good
Lord!” came a disembodied young male voice in the dark before a groping hand
located a piece of Katherine – namely a hank of hair – which caused her to
shriek even louder when it was quite unnecessarily tugged. Whether this was to
establish who or what she was, she had no idea – and perhaps neither did the
tugger for immediately a profound apology was issued before the groping hand
was operating with complete abandon in the dark.
This
time it found Katherine’s breast just as the voice said in tones of utter
mortification, “Forgive me! Are you hurt? Here, let me help you. That’s what I
was trying to do, I promise. I didn’t realise you were on the ground? Take my
hand. Really, I can’t apologise enough.”
Katherine
had made one unsuccessful attempt to stand but it was a struggle in her
flounced skirt and multiple corded petticoats. She swatted away the supposedly
helping hand and hissed something unintelligible – somehow unladylike language
seemed less of an offence when she couldn’t see to whom she was speaking.
But
when the disembodied groping hand entered her orbit once more – in fact,
brushing the bare flash above her garter and getting in a good squeeze of her
thigh flesh, her temper which had never been one of her strong points, snapped
and she lashed out with a sharp slice through the inky air.
A
loud yelp made her realise she’d perhaps been a little peremptory and certainly
too violent in this unladylike action and even though she felt disinclined to
apologise she did say, ungraciously, “I’m sorry I hit you but a lady can only
take so much of all this groping in the dark. I mean…what were you doing?”
“I
could ask you the same thing,” came the response, now at ear level. In fact,
she could feel the soft whisper of breath against her cheek which made her step
back, saying, “I asked first.”
“I
was chasing a cat. Bending down in fact. And then something crashed into me. Or
on top of me.”
“That
was me.”
“Yes,
of course it was you. There’s no one else here, is there?”
Katherine
bridled at his tone. She was unused to being spoken to as if she were at fault
when, in this case, she most certainly wasn’t. “I think that’s a very rude
response,” she told him. “Just as it was very thoughtless of you to crouch down
where anybody could simply trip over you.”
“Anybody
– or rather, anybody else – would be
carrying a candle. I think I have every reason to be deeply suspicious of the
motives of anyone who is not.”
“Well,
you don’t have a candle. And I would
suspect the truth of anyone hiding away in the dark, claiming they were
crouching over an imaginary cat,” huffed Katherine. “In fact, I’d wager there
was no cat here at all. I would have heard it. No, you were sneaking away from
something, weren’t you?”
“And
if I was, what business of yours? Whoever you are.”
Katherine
could not imagine the audacity. “You certainly are no gentleman to speak to a
lady in that fashion.”
“Since
that lady hasn’t bothered to declare herself, I think I could be forgiven.”
“A
gentleman would have declared himself first,” Katherine said hotly. “What were
you sidling away from? There’s a noisy ball going on in the next room. If you
were a gentleman, wouldn’t you be gallantly asking the ladies to dance instead
of hiding in the dark? Perhaps there’s someone you’re afraid of seeing? A lady
who has expectations of you behaving towards her as a gentleman.” Katherine said this triumphantly before elaborating on
her theme. “My guess is that you’ve given some poor young lady the idea that
you’ll dance with her all night and now you’ve changed your mind and are
sneaking away.”
“Since
you put forward the idea, I’d suggest the reason you’re here is exactly the
same. You’re trying to sneak away from a gentleman to whom you’ve already
promised two dances. Meanwhile he, poor fellow, is searching for you vainly in
the ballroom while you’re here making a mockery of him.”
“He
can do that all by himself,” Katherine sniffed. “But I never promised him
anything and I never will.”
“Ha!
I was right.” The voice sounded very pleased with itself. “Well, I feel sorry
for this fellow without even seeing what you
look like, miss. Poor fellow!”
“Poor
fellow, indeed. George can pine til the cows come home. I’d even suffer talking
to you than have to spend another
five minutes with his sweating hands squeezing mine and his moon eyes boring
into me…and his horrible, putrid breath choking me and his—”“Poor George! I was just starting to feel sorry for him until you described the exact George I, too, am so at pains to avoid tonight.” The voice became more confidential and the mood relaxed.
Katherine
crossed her arms and waited for him to speak again for she was rather
interested in his George and then quite amused when the voice began to describe
the very George against whom she railed.
“Well,
you have described my cousin to a very fine point,” she laughed. “And if you are
as well acquainted with him as you seem to be, then you obviously know exactly
why I am here in the dark.”
There
was a small silence. And then, “Your cousin?”
“In
my family there are two Georges: Young George who is the son of my aunt and her
husband, Lord Quamby, and Odious George who is his uncle, George Bramley.”
“Then
we’re talking about the same George!” The voice sounded stunned.
A
quick gasp from both of them was followed up by a delighted cry in unison.“Jack!”
“Katherine!”
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