Beverley Eikli – March 2014

eiklitrs0314Beverley Eikli

After five years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with the handsome, honourable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.

Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms she was torn by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of Milan.

High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his ‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political career.

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

It was not the name by which she knew him. Since inheriting the title, he’d won celebrity as a poet and become the darling of the gossip columnists. Adelaide’s mother couldn’t keep those snippets of the real world from her, though she tried.

James. Fifth Viscount Dewhurst. Adelaide closed her eyes against the afternoon sun and tried to block her last memory of him: desperate, pleading. Not the James she knew – the irrepressible charmer who knew no woman could resist him, least of all Adelaide.

Tristan must have misinterpreted her shocked silence for memory failure, for he squeezed her hand and repeated, ‘Lord Dewhurst. I’m talking about my old friend, James.’

Very gently he added, ‘He and his wife were very good to you, if you remember.’

If you remember…

Her husband’s reference to her previous life was almost more painful than the reference to James, though panic quickly succeeded shock at his next remark.

‘James is coming to visit us? Here?’ She gripped Tristan’s arm tighter and concentrated on the path. One foot in front of the other, head down so she didn’t stumble on the stones that bordered the hydrangeas from the neat gravel walkway.

Tristan continued to talk in the measured, comforting tone he used when her equilibrium was unsettled. In the past he’d sought her reassurances that she was comfortable with his plans; that there was nothing he’d neglected to facilitate her comfort. Always  Tristan put Adelaide’s feelings first.

Not today.

Tristan was too excited at the prospect of seeing his boyhood friend to recognise her horror, assuming Adelaide would be delighted to play hostess since she’d foolishly voiced the desire just last week to entertain more often.

She remained silent as she walked at his side, contemplating her own strategy if this visit was a fait accompli. She just needed to know when, so she could prepare.

‘At the end of the week!’ She repeated Tristan’s calmly delivered answer to her question in the tone Black Jack, the South American parrot she’d owned in Vienna, used to mimic the death throes of a man at the end of the gallows.

A good thing her husband considered Adelaide an invalid, that he’d misconstrue the flare in her eyes, the gasp as she pressed against the pain in her side – her heart?

‘Adelaide, you are discomposed. Perhaps I should not have invited James without consulting you, but I thought since…’ Concern clouded his kind blue eyes as he trailed off.

‘He was very good to me.’ She whispered the old litany.

It’s what Tristan liked to believe.

‘He was. Shall we go back to the house?’ He stooped to cup her face in his hands, as tender with her as if she were another of his rare hothouse blooms. As if she might wilt at the suggestion of anything beyond the ordinary, the mindnumbingly mundane.

And yet today she more than wilted as she stumbled on the smooth, carefully raked gravel path. Her heart was in danger of tearing in half. James. Here, at Deer Park …?

She pushed away the fear, straightening of her own accord. Adelaide could be a good deal stronger than Tristan believed her. Than her mother painted her.

‘So silly of me,’ she murmured, smiling as she tucked her hand once more into the crook of her husband’s arm, firming her step, indicating with a nod that they continue their usual morning walk. Minutely managed and predictable. Around the path that bordered the maze, over the little bridge and across the lawn, skirting the deer park beyond the iron gated border to the dower house where her mother would be waiting. Keeping up the pretence of recovery in response to his troubled gaze, she added, ‘Really, I’m perfectly fine.’

How many times had she made similar reassurances?

Of course, she hadn’t been fine when Tristan had made her mistress of Deer Park three years before; a marriage offer she’d only accepted because she believed she’d be dead of grief within the twelvemonth. And if not dead, then at least free of her mother. Neither had happened.

‘So James has left Milan.’ She forced herself to say his name. It came out as a faint thread of sound.

James. He needed to stay far across sea and land if she were to have any peace in this life.

‘James’s father died three months ago so of course he must return from the Continent and take up his responsibilities at Dingley Hall.’ Tristan stopped and put his hands on her shoulders to study her more closely. ‘Darling, you’re very pale. Perhaps we should call Dr Stanhope—’

‘No!’ She truncated the hysteria in her response, adding with commendable calm, ‘Please, let us carry on.’

Tristan was clearly not convinced by her assurances, but he returned to his commentary as they walked sedately through Deer Park’s beautiful gardens. ‘James’s standing has changed with his father’s death, and now that his book has become a sensation so have his fortunes. He’ll be able to put to rights all that his father almost destroyed through his love of gaming.’ He gave a half laugh. ‘I’m told my old friend is nearly as famous as those fellows up in the Lakes. I daresay I should read The Maid of Milan before he arrives. Perhaps you’d enjoy it, Addy.’

The Maid of Milan. Dear God! An image of herself and James, naked limbs entwined upon a vast expanse of white linen tablecloth in the Villa Cosi after the guests had gone, seared her brain.

No, she was getting beyond herself. James had continued living in Milan with Hortense, the wife he despised. Of course there’d have been other women after Adelaide had been dragged, screaming, from James’s arms. Adelaide could not be James’s Maid of Milan. Not after the terrible finale to their affair. In three years Adelaide had heard nothing from him. Nothing, except that one terrible, terrible letter …

 

About Beverley Eikli

Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances. In 2012 she won UK Women’s Fiction publisher Choc-Lit’s Search for An Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.

In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA award for her Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.

Beverley wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a journalist.

After throwing in her job on South Australia’s metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.

Twenty years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland’s ice cap, Beverley returned to Australia with her husband and two children. She teaches in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University.

 

Also by Beverley Eikli

The Reluctant Bride

A Little Deception

Lady Sarah’s Redemption

Lady Farquhar’s Butterfly

 

Interview with Holly Hewson

HH:  Beverley, thank you for talking with us at The Romance Studio. Your featured book is The Maid of Milan. Where did you get the idea for this beautifully-written romance?

BE: Hi Holly. Thank you so much for having me here today. Where did I get the idea? Well, I’ve always been interested in a woman’s powerlessness during historical times not so long prior to the emancipation many women today take for granted.
In The Maid of Milan my once-vibrant heroine, Adelaide, has made a terrible error of judgement at the age of 17. Young and naive, she’d believed she wielded so much power, based on her obvious allure because the gentlemen fought to fill her dance card. The book starts five years after this, with Adelaide having been forced to live a lie – one which creates increasing torment for her as she grows to love the husband her mother has pressured her to marry and whose patience and kindness have helped her through her darkest hours. For she cannot reveal the truth of her past without losing her husband’s love and respect.
HH:  What do you like best about Adelaide and why will readers like her?
BE: I hope that readers will see in Adelaide a multi-dimensional character, with flaws, and deep desires to atone; but that they will understand that the need for happiness sometimes impels one to act with reckless desperation.

HH:  What do you like best about the men in her life?

BE: That they’re so different. The two men in Adelaide’s life represent the two sides of Adelaide’s own character: the passionate (James, the lover she’s had to sacrifice) and the self-controlled, respectable and noble side (Tristan, Adelaide’s husband). Adelaide’s story is about her struggle to reconcile these two sides of her and to discover who she really is and what she needs to achieve a self-fulfilment which can’t come at the expense of her dignity.

HH:  What sort of research was required to bring this so stunningly to life?

BE: This is my sixth book written during this historical period – 1818 – so I’m familiar with the social and political background. When I set about writing The Maid of Milan I was interested in creating a piece of multi-layered fiction that was, in essence, a psychological study of the ‘art of manipulation’. I was delighted when my very first reviewer for the book called it a ‘…Regency version of Dynasty. It has everything: secrets, lies, blackmail, love triangles, death, drug addiction, jealousy, affairs, scandals, oh and some bodice ripping, too.’
However, she also said: ‘The book has the genteel opulence of Anthony Trollope’s The Pallisers, but underneath the waving fans it is all gritty intrigue.’ I was delighted with those comments.

HH:  What else do you have in store for lucky readers?

BE: I’m busy writing the third book in my Ellora’s Cave series which features a viscount’s legitimate daughters and his illegitimate daughters and how their very different lives intertwine. These are written under my Beverley Oakley name, and the second book – Dangerous Gentlemen – has just come out.
A very different book, which I’m about to hand in to my UK publisher, Choc Lit, is my 1960s illegal diamond buying romantic suspense, which is set in the African mountain kingdom of Lesotho where I spent my early years and where my father prosecuted many medicine murder and IDB cases. The hero of my story is a bush pilot based on my own bush pilot husband, a handsome Norwegian I met around a camp fire when I was running a luxury safari lodge in Botswana.

HH:  What do you enjoy most about being an author?

BE: The flexibility to write about what I want to write about and to weave stories that appear to show the glossy side of a particular period but which explore the seamier underbelly of society where manipulation and blackmail were often not called such things when families sought to expand their wealth and influence through dynastically advantageous alliances.

HH:  What experience or experiences in your writing career have defined you to this point?

BE: Well, it took me 23 years to get published after writing my first novel at the age of 17. I didn’t submit very much in the early days as I was too afraid of being crushed by rejections, never thinking I’d ever get published. But then I started to look forward to the constructive criticism I received and that, combined with the utter belief and wholehearted encouragement of the aforementioned ‘handsome Norwegian bush pilot’ really fired my determination to become an author who could make a living from writing.
For many years I wrote my romances while working in the survey industry with my husband, as I was often the only woman on crew during long contracts. I operated the computer equipment in the back of low flying aircraft which he flew. We were the only husband/wife pilot/airborne geophysical survey operator team and we did contracts in French Guiana, Greenland, Namibia, Botswana. It was a great life (before we had our two wonderful kids) which fed my imagination for a wealth of stories.

HH: What goals have you set for yourself at this point in your career?

BE: I nearly said to write more stories, and while it’s true that I plan on having three releases, if not four, under my two names this year, I also need to work more on promoting. I’ll be at RT Booklovers in New Orleans on a couple of panels with my UK publisher Choc Lit (I was also at RT in Kansas last year), and I’ll be running a workshop on Georgian clothing at the Romance Writers of Australia conference in Sydney in August. Slowly I can see the benefits in terms of my sales which justifies the work I put into the actual writing, but building a profile requires – for me, anyway – lots of patience. Fortunately I have that in spade-loads. I think part of that was due to the early experience of not being able to walk until I was seven, until quite miraculously a world-first operation gave me 100% mobility so suddenly I could do everything I’d been conditioned from birth to accept was impossible.

HH: What do you enjoy reading?

BE: I love to mix up my reading. I adore stories with multi-layered plots (which is what I write) but I also love romantic suspense, murder mysteries, biographies on Georgian and Victorian women, and Africa-set stories.

HH: Where can readers find you online?

And my Twitter handle is: @BeverleyOakley
Thank you so much for the interview, Holly :)

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