Elizabeth Squire (Author Interview)
April 21, 2016
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I tend to describe myself as a nomad – I have travelled extensively and lived in multiple locations, both overseas and at home in Australia. I have always been driven by the need to explore new horizons and experience new adventures—but as priorities change, I have found that there is no better substitute for the real thing, than a vivid imagination. And if I’m going to use my imagination to travel, then I am definitely going to explore the past – for that reason I write historical romance, set in the late Georgian / early Regency period.
My new release, Closer To Sin, is the deeply passionate story of Liliane and Sinclair who are thrown together in their quest to unlock the secrets of the Cousins’ Legacy. As Liliane and Sinclair are being pursued by Napoleon’s agents through France and England they discover some secrets are too big to remain concealed forever.
What inspired you to write romance fiction?
I simply can’t imagine writing in any other genre. I truly believe there is a love story behind every great story—so why not bring those stories to life and give them centre stage. Not to mention, romances are sexy, uplifting and emotionally satisfying.
You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?
Sherlock who? Poor old Sherlock would drive me nuts within minutes, but Mr. Darcy—yes please! He is so complex; cold, haughty, disdainful—and all wielded with a sharp tongue and cutting wit. But peel back those layers and there is a man so intensely loyal that to be the recipient of his love would be like having the sun shining on you every day.
Some people love them, some hate them. What’s your stance on alpha heroes?
Oh, I definitely love a sexy alpha hero, particularly one that’s not afraid to show his vulnerable side. But—they need to be a protector, someone who always treats women respectfully and whose first instinct is to defend those they love.
What’s your favorite part of writing?
The moment when the spark ignites, and suddenly a whole storyline unfurls before me. Usually it is a sentence that a character speaks to me, and then other characters add their voices, and the plot begins to emerge. The act of sitting down and capturing that moment, of learning their backstories and that thing that compels my couple to be together is pure magic. That’s not to say that it’s smooth sailing all the way – there have been plenty of moments where I’ve sat staring at my computer screen despairing that I’ve missed a compelling piece of the story – then suddenly the spark reignites and more of the story reveals itself. Writing is definitely an exercise in patience.
Enter the Closer to Sin tour giveaway!
Elizabeth Squire’s love of writing romance couldn’t be further from the life she had carved out for herself.
Raised in outback and rural Australia, Elizabeth was determined to live a life vibrant with passion, travel and adventure—other than the one she had already lived through the pages of the innumerable she read and loved. And so, turning her back on a life in the bush, she invested a lot of years chasing her dreams—she enjoyed a career as a commissioned in the Royal Australian Navy, and counts white-water rafting the Zambezi River, travelling by safari truck through Africa, back-packing through Eastern Europe, and living for a period of time in Virginia USA with her young family as just a few of her many adventures.
But amongst the adventure, the urge to write intensified as story lines and dialogue continued to materialise from the recesses of her mind. She finally accepted that the voices in her head were really characters enmeshed in the tumultuous Georgian and Regency periods, vying for life on paper.
After a nomadic lifestyle, Elizabeth has now settled into her own home and loves nothing better than bringing her passionate heroines and daring rakes to life. She lives with her own hero and one true love, two beautiful daughters and two delinquent miniature long-haired dachshunds. Closer to Sin is Elizabeth’s debut novel.
Liliane Desailly travels to Napoleonic France after receiving a plea for help from her French cousin. She learns she is the key to fulfilling her grandfather’s legacy, but to do so she must masquerade as a spy and courier secrets on behalf of the British Admiralty.
Sinclair Charlcroft is the British Admiralty’s last hope. Napoleon’s Grande Armée is poised to invade Britain, an English spy is missing and a traitor has infiltrated the Admiralty’s intelligence network.
Pursued by Napoleon’s agents, Liliane and Sinclair cannot reveal their true identities until they unlock the secrets of the legacy—and only then can they unlock the secrets in their hearts.
France, February 1805
Liliane sat opposite her cousin Solange, gingerly sipping a mug of honey mead. Around them the air was thick with smoke, layered with the pungent smell of onions, hops and sweat. The local village inn was loud with the lunchtime patronage of local farmers and fishermen whose conversations were punctuated with raucous laughter and ribald jokes. One of the men nudged his companion and gestured towards her. She fidgeted self-consciously and tucked her blue woollen shawl more securely across her shoulders. Goodness, they behaved like they’d never seen a woman in here before.
A hush momentarily descended upon the room. Solange leaned towards her and whispered. ‘Be ready, ma petite. He’s here.’
Liliane glanced over her shoulder. As her gaze swept the room she was arrested by the sight of a figure silhouetted in the doorway.
Heavens above. She momentarily closed her eyes, his image imprinting upon her brain. Now this man was definitely no fisherman. Even in the crowded noisy tavern his presence was imposing. Mesmerised, she studied him further. His body was encased in a white linen shirt and buff breeches, while ink black hair fell across his brow, drawing her attention to hooded eyes and a firmly set jaw. He stepped into the room and casually looked around the tavern, running his hand through his hair to push it back from his face. Her fingers tingled, and she lifted her own hand to her hair, twisting the sable strands between her fingers, wondering if his hair would feel as soft and silken.
Liliane froze. Oh Lord, he was watching her. The loose tendrils that tangled about her fingers singed as though she had been caught running her hands through his hair. The air around her seemed to ripple and she felt, rather than saw, the moment he decided to move. Holding her gaze, he moved from the doorway and light flooded back into the room. Her breath caught in her throat. It was incongruous that a man of his height could move with such surety and grace, almost a menacing prowl. Although one thing was certain, there was absolutely nothing dandified about him. As he made his way through the tavern his commanding posture induced the inn’s patrons to step aside in deference.
He drew closer and she jerked back around to face Solange. How mortifying to have been caught staring at him. She flicked a look of uncertainty towards her cousin. Surely he wasn’t the man they were here to meet? This man didn’t accord with the image she’d painted in her mind. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting—perhaps someone older, less imposing. Someone safe. Not someone whose very presence drew the attention of every person in the room. And certainly not someone who, with a single glance, could induce her to forget precisely why she was on the wrong side of the Channel, drinking mead and speaking in French, instead of shopping on Bond Street.