Early on, I convinced my traditional publisher, Ulysses Press, to print one of my Regency romances – a book I originally called A Touch of Gold and later called A Touch of Scandal. Ulysses released the book under the title The Scandal of Lady Eleanor. That book has been followed by seven others, each the tale of one of the members of a fictional covert military group operating out of the Home Office during the Napoleonic Wars and known as “the Realm.” The men of the Realm have served their country honorably and have returned home to claim their titles and a chance at love, a fleeting hope each held during their service. Unfortunately, a Baloch warlord claims one of the group has stolen a fist-sized emerald, and Shaheed Mir means to have the jewel’s return, or he will know his revenge.
Today, I celebrate Book 7 in the series, one of favorites. As with each of the others, A Touch of Honor addresses what we sometimes think of as “modern” issues, but ones commonplace in the Regency Period. This one addresses the desire of young women to remain slim, as well as the addictive overuse of laudanum during this period.
Those who followed this series waited for this episode, which they had predicted to include the bringing together of Baron John Swenton and Miss Satiné Aldridge. However, for me, I had long ago forsaken the possibility of the two finding happiness. You see, I did not like the character of Satiné Aldridge, and before you chastise me by saying such things as “You created the girl, you could have endowed her with endearing qualities,” I get it! If I wanted Satiné to be as strong willed and intelligent as her twin, Cashémere, who is the heroine of book 3, I should have written her as such.
However, the more I thought of treating her as a “twin” to Cashémere in all ways, Satiné told me otherwise – told me that she had been raised in the “ideal” home with their maternal uncle, Lord Charles Morton, a baron, while Cashé had suffered under the care of their paternal uncle, Lord Samuel Aldridge, a religious fanatic. There was no means for them to be equals. Therefore, Satiné would not react to adversity in the same manner, as had her twin. The more I wrote of her, the less I liked Miss Satiné, and I made up my mind she was not good enough for any of the Realm heroes. That fact created a problem: Who would be the ideal mate for the VERY private Lord Swenton? John has never known love; his mother deserted him and the former baron (his father) for life upon the European continent. John means never to make the same mistakes as his father and never to know the scandal of a disastrous marriage, but from the beginning of their relationship, Satiné Aldridge offers nothing but duplicity and manipulations, even bringing Shaheed Mir’s notice to their marriage.
The books in the series are…
The Scandal of Lady Eleanor (Book 1) – the story of James Kerrington, Lord Worthing, and Lady Eleanor Fowler
A Touch of Velvet (Book 2) – the story of Brantley Fowler, the Duke of Thornhill (and brother to Lady Eleanor), and Miss Velvet Aldridge (the Fowlers’ cousin and Cashémere and Satiné’ s elder sister)
A Touch of Cashémere (Book 3) – the story of Marcus Wellston, the future Earl of Berwick, and Miss Cashémere Aldridge, the middle Aldridge sister and twin to Satiné Aldridge
A Touch of Grace (Book 4) – the story of Gabriel Crowden, the Marquis of Godown, and Miss Grace Nelson, a governess in Samuel Aldridge’s household and sister to a baron
A Touch of Mercy (Book 5) – the story of Aidan Kimbolt, Lord Lexford, a viscount, and Miss Mercy Nelson, the younger sister of Miss Grace Nelson
A Touch of Love (Book 6) – the story of Sir Carter Lowery and war widow, Mrs. Lucinda Warren
A Touch of Honor (Book 7) – the story of Lord John Swenton and, well, he starts out with Satiné
A Touch of Emerald (Book 8) – the conclusion to the series and the story of Daniel Kerrington (son of James Kerrington by his first wife) and Lady Sonalí Fowler (the Duke of Thornhill’s daughter by his first wife).
His American Heartsong: A Companion Novel to the Realm Series – the story of Lawrence Lowery (brother to Sir Carter Lowery) and Miss Arabella Tilney
Book Blurb for A Touch of Honor:
For two years, LORD JOHN SWENTON has thought of little else other than making Satiné Aldridge his wife; so when he discovers her reputation in tatters, Swenton acts honorably: He puts forward a marriage of convenience that will save her from ruination and provide him the one woman he believes will bring joy to his life. However, the moment he utters his proposal, Swenton’s instincts scream he has made a mistake: Unfortunately, a man of honor makes the best of even the most averse situations.
MISS SATINE ALDRIDGE has fallen for a man she can never possess and has accepted a man she finds only mildly tolerable. What will she do to extricate herself from Baron Swenton’s life and claim the elusive Prince Henrí? Obviously, more than anyone would ever expect.
MISS ISOLDE NEVILLE has been hired to serve as Satiné Aldridge’s companion, but her loyalty rests purely with the lady’s husband. With regret, she watches the baron struggle against the impossible situation in which Miss Aldridge has placed him, while her heart desires to claim the man as her own. Yet, Isolde is as honorable as the baron. She means to see him happy, even if that requires her to aid him in his quest to earn Miss Satiné’s affections.
The first fully original series from Austen pastiche author Jeffers is a knockout. – Publishers Weekly
Book Excerpt: (In this scene, John has reluctantly escorted his wife to a ball where he has encountered his baroness’s former “lover,” Prince Henrí of Rintoul. Deeply drowsy from the excessive laudanum she has consumed, Satiné is unaware of Henrí’s appearance in London. John has removed Satiné to his Town home, but his quick anger finds a target, Miss Isolde Neville, his wife’s companion and a woman he secretly desires.)
She had repaired the tat where the material had torn in one of the gowns presented to her by Lady Lowery. It was a beautiful royal blue confection, and Isolde had been anxious to wear it. Her cousins would think she had taken on airs, but she would enjoy their jealousy. It was like no gown she had ever thought to wear for she was essentially of a very practical nature. In truth, she would prefer to wear it for Lord Swenton’s eyes only, but those dreams would never know fruition. Tomorrow, the baron meant to remove his household to York, and soon after, Isolde would depart for Ireland. She would never return to England, and most certainly would never see London again. She would accept the intentions of one of her countrymen, marry, and bear the man a half dozen children. Yet, she would always remember her time with Lord Swenton. “Your days are numbered,” she warned her foolish heart. “No dancing a jig in celebration of your marriage. No wearing a gown, which would set his lordship’s heart a reeling.” A wistful sigh escaped before Isolde could swallow it. “Best to wear the drab clothes of a lady’s companion,” she chastised her whims. “It remains my armor against temptation.”
The sound of a ruckus below interrupted her thoughts. She rushed from her rooms to encounter the man over whom she had spent too many hours of late in daydreams. Lord Swenton carried his wife toward the lady’s quarters. Lady Swenton’s limp form announced the baroness had discovered a new supply of laudanum.
“My Goodness!” Isolde rasped and then raced ahead of the baron to open the connecting doors. She jerked the counterpane free of the bed to permit him to deposit Lady Swenton upon the mattress. “What happened?” Isolde asked as she undressed her mistress.
“Did you know?” the baron asked in accusatory tones. He stood beside his wife’s bed, his hands fisting and unfisting, arms akimbo.
Isolde’s fingers released the clasp of the baroness’s necklace and turned her mistress to her stomach so she could unlace Lady Swenton’s gown. Out of breath, she asked testily, “Did I know what?”
Lord Swenton’s voice had turned cold. “When you convinced me to escort my mother’s remains to York, did you know Lady Swenton meant to remain in London to meet her lover? Or was it your purpose for me to encounter Prince Henrí tonight? You did say this evening would be a monumental event.”
Isolde’s fingers froze in their task. “Have you taken leave of your senses?” Her hands wildly brushed away his allegations. “I have been nothing but loyal to you. Other than Lord Morse, I am ignorant of a potential lover, and I have never heard of Prince Henrí.”
“What of a heated spat between your mistress and Lady Fiona?” he accused.
“Nothing!” Isolde said defiantly. “When I came to Miss Aldridge’s service, the baroness was some four months with child. She withdrew from her social engagements shortly after my taking the position. I never held the pleasure of an acquaintance with the former baroness.” With a huff of exasperation, Isolde returned to Lady Swenton’s unconscious state. “If you will pardon me, I must attend to your wife.” Despite her best efforts, a soft sob escaped. He had never spoken to her harshly.
Within a heartbeat, the baron had circled the bed and had caught her to him. He drove Isolde backward until her spine was pressed against the interior door and his hard body plastered her front. “Forgive me,” he whispered roughly against her temple. “I never meant to harm you. Please, Isolde, I have acted a fool.”
Some dark, inexplicable passion rushed through her, and Isolde instinctively pressed against him. The white-flare of need ripped the breath from her chest, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck. “We should not…”
“Should not what?” His voice sounded as breathy as did hers. “Should not claim one moment of happiness?”
Isolde could not dismiss how aware she was of this man’s masculinity. “One moment would never be enough.” She could taste the salt upon his skin, and Isolde ran her tongue along the crease of his neck. A groan of desire rewarded her efforts.
A rush of silence followed before Lord Swenton placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head and lifted his body from hers. Immediately, she experienced the bleakness of his withdrawal. “Some way,” he rasped as he gently cuffed her cheek. “I mean to finish this. For now, please assist me with Lady Swenton. I cannot fathom what the future holds, but please know somehow my soul will find its way to you.”
* * *
After they had undressed Satiné, they had tucked his baroness into her bed to sleep away the effects of the medicinal. Then by silent consent, he had escorted Miss Neville into his sitting room to discuss what had happened earlier. “Evidently, my wife has discovered someone within my household to keep her confidences,” he disclosed when he had seated Miss Neville across from him and had poured her a small sherry and him a well-deserved brandy.
“No doubt Sally,” she asserted. “The girl has ambitions, but has not yet learned subtlety.”
Deep in thought, John nodded his agreement. “I will return the girl to Thornhill tomorrow. The duke has sent Mrs. Tailor and the boy ahead to Marwood Manor. I will see Sally returned to him.”
Miss Neville sat straighter. “Might you inform me of what occurred this evening?”
John closed his eyes to the shame racing to his heart. He dealt better with chaos when he could keep busy; this “rush” to wait endlessly vexed him greatly. “Lady Swenton could barely speak or move. If not for Lady Worthing’s assistance, the prince and much of the ton would have learned of Satiné’s dependency on laudanum. The only saving grace was my wife will likely not recall the appearance of Prince Henrí.”
“Is this prince Rupert’s father?” she asked quietly.
“In appearance, it would seem so. The boy has the countenance of the Prince of Rintoul. However, Prince Henrí claimed no previous knowledge of Rupert. He accused Lady Swenton of keeping secrets.” John recalled the familiar way the prince had spoken to Satiné, and fury rushed to his mind again.
“What does the prince mean to do?”
John attempted to place the tumult of his soul aside. “I have convinced Prince Henrí to call upon my household in a week. I did not think it wise for him to be seen entering Swenton Hall, but the prince made it clear he means to claim Rupert.”
“What will you do?” she whispered into the familiar silence that rested between them. John required these moments or he would run mad into the streets. The lady held no idea how important she had become to his sanity.
“What will I do?” he repeated. Every emotion within John rushed into the dark void of helplessness. “The question is what will my baroness do when her former lover and the father of her child makes an appearance on my threshold?”
I just finished your book a Touch of Honor. It has been some time since I read book one thru five so I decided to read those again. For some reason Book one is missing from my kindle and as it is important to put all of the names of each character together I repurchased Bk 1. I loved every minute of my long read. I should have written down when I started, but I didn’t though I believe it took me about 3-4 days for each book. I don’t know how you spin these stories but I must say you do a great job. I give this series a 10. I hope it will not be too long before you publish A touch of Emeralds. I wonder when someone is finely going to realized the emerald is in Sonali’s doll. Ashmita didn’s run back for the rupee’s it was for the emerald that Murhad Jamot gave her.
Janet, I am pleased so enjoyed the series. I hope you will leave a comment on Amazon as publishers use as such in renewing contracts.
I have A Touch of Emeralds drafted, but at the moment, I am writing two novels at once – The Prosecution of Mr. Darcy’s Cousin (another Austenesque mystery) and Angel and the Devil Duke (a Regency romance much in the vein of the Realm series). If you are interested in a bit more of the Realm series, you might try “His: Two Regency Novellas.” The first novella is the story of Lawrence and Bella Lowery’s love story (Lawrence is Sir Carter’s older brother, and he makes an appearance in A Touch of Velvet and A Touch of Love. The second is the story of Adam Lawrence. He makes multiple appearances in the Realm series: meets Velvet and Brantley at Vauxhall, protects Mercy at the coaching inn, gives John advice about going after Isolde, is the one of which Gabriel is jealous as a rake about Town, etc. Adam Lawrence plays a prominent role in one of my Austen titles: The Phantom of Pemberley. He even makes an appearance in Lawrence and Bella’s story.
Again, thank you for your kind words and support.