Jessie Clever (Author Interview)

Jessie Clever (Author Interview)

Posted by on Dec 5, 2015 in Author Interviews, Writer's Life | 1 comment

Jessie Clever

Author Interview

December 5, 2015

Please tell us a little about yourself, the romance subgenre(s) in which you write, and your newest book.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Anna! It’s lovely to be here. My name is Jessie Clever (yes, that’s my real name, I didn’t make it up!), and I write historical romance. I take my history degree dangerously to set the record straight about kick-ass historical women, the men who dared to love them, and the world that tried to defeat them. To Be a Spy takes a look at a world I created in my historical romantic suspense series, The Spy Series, after the conclusion of the series.

 

What inspired you to write romance fiction?
When I was in the ninth grade I stole an Amanda Quick book off of my mother’s nightstand. There’s really not much more to tell after that, right?

 

You have the chance to date either Mr. Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) or Sherlock Holmes. Which one would you choose and why?

Oh, Sherlock Holmes, no question whatsoever! I like a man who would challenge me intellectually.  There’s something entirely enticing about that.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve learned while researching a story?

Ressurectionists!  When researching my novella, Inevitably a Duchess, I wanted the heroine to confront something distasteful for a woman in that time period, and I decided on a ring of body snatchers, also called ressurectionists.  Creepy name, huh?

 

How do your family and friends feel about your romance writing?

To be quite honest, it’s different between friends and family.  I’m not quite sure my family understands what I do, and they don’t believe I’m actually doing anything.  Writing is a hard concept to really grasp.  My friends, on the other hand, LOVE it!  My friends are all lovers of romance, so when I first published, they were quite excited and still are today.


JessieCleverheadshotIn the second grade, Jessie began a story about a duck and a lost ring.  Two harrowing pages of wide ruled notebook paper later, the ring was found.  And Jessie has been writing ever since.

Armed with the firm belief that women in the Regency era could be truly awesome heroines, Jessie began telling their stories in her Spy Series, a thrilling ride in historical espionage that showcases human faults and triumphs and most importantly, love.

Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire where she lives with her husband and two very opinionated Basset Hounds.

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Samuel Black must make a decision: to be a spy like his father or follow his heart.

Either is likely to give his mother chest pains.

For Samuel is no longer a lad with the ambitious and noble wish of being a lamplighter to keep the seedy streets of London safe.  About to embark on university, his mind stirs with the thoughts of creating a policing force in London to safeguard its citizens.  Held back by his family’s legacy as spies, Samuel does not make his ideas known.

But when he stops a would-be purse-snatcher, his path unexpectedly veers into that of one Miss Penelope Paiget, and suddenly, Samuel must make a choice.

The Spy Series short stories take place after the conclusion of the Spy Series.

Excerpt

London, 1822

It happened on Marlborough Street a little past two o’clock two days before Christmas.

Samuel had just returned from Eton the day before as his Greek studies had compelled him to stay longer than the rest of the students.  It all sounded rather dull, but honestly, it was quite thrilling as one of his tutors believed he had stumbled upon an undiscovered Biblical text.  The ramifications could be enormous, and so when asked to assist him in analyzing the text, Samuel had stayed on, of course.  It wasn’t as if he would miss the opportunity.

And thus two days before Christmas, he found himself on Marlborough trying desperately to find a present for Jane and Elizabeth.  He wondered briefly if any other man of ten and eighteen was stricken with not just one headstrong sister but two for whom to shop, and if those sisters were raised by an equally headstrong mother.  All three of them would not settle for the customary ribbons or baubles or fabrics that other ladies would surely drool over.  If it were anything less than divine, the Black women would not find it at all appealing.

Samuel stared in one window after another hoping inspiration would strike.  It was while waiting for inspiration that the crime was committed.

He was standing innocently enough outside of Rugbottom’s Books admiring a particularly ornate illustration of Shakespeare’s sonnets when the commotion began behind him.  Having been raised in less than ordinary circumstances, the time that lapsed between when the commotion began and when Samuel noticed it was rather exaggerated.  But commotions were quite common in the Black family, and he thought nothing of it.

Until Lady Delia Witherspoon screamed.

“He’s stolen my reticule!”

Samuel turned at this in time to see Lady Witherspoon pointing at a fleeing figure clutching the offended reticule under his arm.

And then Lady Witherspoon screamed again.

“That man!  He’s stolen my reticule!”

The fleeing man charged at Samuel directly, as it was previously noted, Samuel merely stood in the middle of the pavement staring into a window.  He was obviously ripe for any interaction with a passerby on the pavement, even should that passerby be a thief.

As he watched the thief approach, Samuel’s mind took that opportunity to think on matters.  He wondered briefly if other gentlemen stepped out of the way of fleeing criminals or if they advanced.  He wondered if they cowered at the thought of getting their waistcoat ruined.  And then he wondered what the wives of said gentlemen would think if their noble husbands did not act to avenge the slight against a lady.

Samuel thought none of that likely as the gentlemen of the ton that he had had the pleasure of meeting were all sopping idiots.  The apprehension of criminals was not something that suited such personalities.

And then Samuel sighed.

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