Heather Boyd (Author Interview)
with Heather Boyd
Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.
I’m Heather Boyd, regency historical romance author, indie published, and sole female in a testosterone fueled household. (Even the cat is male) I love old books, old furniture and houses and research—regency era of course. I’m here to talk about my upcoming release, Miss Merton’s Last Hope, the fourth and final book in the Miss Mayhem series.
What inspired you to write romance fiction?
I have always been a voracious reader of many genres but it wasn’t until a family holiday that I had time to put pen to paper and started my first romance. I had time to myself so I wrote romance because those had become the books that appealed to me. They made me laugh out loud.
You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?
If Sherlock Holmes looked like Benedict Cumberbatch I’m afraid I’d have to leave Mr. Darcy on the shelf. I love everything that gorgeous man does. And his voice. Wow. But a question for you… would Sherlock Holmes even go on a date? I’m not sure he would.
What’s the strangest thing you’ve learned while researching a story?
Discovering how to prevent a corpse being exhumed by anatomists for research purposes in a regency era cemetery is the most bizarre. (This wasn’t for Miss Merton’s Last Hope) If you’re curious, you need a Mortsafe (a cage) over the coffin, and some bells tied to the corpse’s feet to help raise the alarm if all else fails.
What stories do you have in the works right now?
Next up from me is Reason to Wed, a seventh story in the Distinguished Rogues Series.
About the book: The Earl of Windermere might desperately require a wife and heir, but thoughts of duty fly from his head when he rescues Lady Heathcote from the humiliation of a failed affair and discovers that fighting with the widow seems a waste of a romantic moonlit evening. You can find more information at http://heather-boyd.com/reason-to-wed
Bestselling historical author Heather Boyd believes every character she creates deserves their own happily-ever-after, no matter how much trouble she puts them through. With that goal in mind, she writes sizzling regency romance stories that skirt the boundaries of propriety to keep readers enthralled until the wee hours of the morning. Heather has published over twenty novels and shorter works. Catch her latest news www.heather-boyd.com. She lives north of Sydney, Australia, and does her best to wrangle her testosterone-fuelled family (including cat Morpheus) into submission.
Over the years, Melanie Merton has used every trick and ruse to repel overeager gentlemen callers without ever revealing the real reason she won’t say yes to an offer of marriage. When neighbor Walter George jumps to her defense against slurs cast by suitor number twelve, he also pries into her past—uncovering the circumstances around a tragic loss in her childhood and her aversion to being touched by anyone. But even protective Walter must be kept at a distance for his own good, because despite a growing attraction between them, Melanie must deny him too.
Unlike other men his age in Brighton, Walter George hadn’t considered Melanie Merton for a wife because he was convinced he’d never have a chance to impress his haughty neighbor. But that was before he understood her better, before he uncovered why she kept friends and suitors alike at bay. The right husband could restore the woman he sees into some semblance of the fun-loving child of his memory, but would Walter stand a chance or become just another unlucky suitor?
She did not want to do him any favors. She simply wanted Mr. Radley to go away. Instead, she said, “How can I help?”
“I’d like you to be my wife.”
His statement, and his eager smile, caught her off-guard. A marriage proposal from Mr. Radley was the last situation she ever imagined herself in when she rose this morning. She forced her breath to calm, to not snap “absolutely not”. She held her tongue those precious few moments and all for the sake of peace within her family. She didn’t really like him but she hadn’t wanted to reveal the depths of her loathing.
“You are overcome,” he murmured, and then he switched seats to sit at her side. “I completely understand, but you should not be surprised.”
She was not overcome; she was in shock. This would be her twelfth refusal—and possibly the most awkward. Linus Radley was family by virtue of their siblings’ marriage. Melanie had turned down enough suitors that the necessary words sprang from her lips easily. She did not want children of her own although everyone expected her to marry and do her duty. Her only recourse was outright denial of any man’s suit so she would avoid conception altogether. “Mr. Radley, while I appreciate the honor you do me, I cannot accept.”
His mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
The idea of a woman refusing to marry wasn’t as easily accepted as she might wish. If she ever dared hint at a disinterest in bearing offspring, she was usually stared at as if she were out of her mind. She had learned, early in her life, to keep her feelings about the matter to herself as a consequence. Usually she claimed other reasons for her refusal, and would again today.
“You have long been my brother’s friend and you are family since his marriage to your sister. We have been acquainted many years and while I have always thought very well of you, I do not believe we would suit as husband and wife.”
His jaw set and Melanie could see hints of his temper rising. This she also knew about him, from Julia and Valentine’s passing comments about Julia’s life before her marriage.
A volatile man would not suit her as a husband if she were ever inclined to marry. She did not approve of men who could fly into a rage so easily as to make a woman afraid. She did not fear Linus, but she would never place her well-being in the keeping of a temperamental man.
She folded her hands in her lap and patiently waited for him to understand her refusal was final, and there was nothing left to do but to take his leave.
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