Good Afternoon everyone,
After having interviewed her last October, I am pleased to welcome Bronwen Chisholm once more at From Pemberley to Milton. This time she is sharing with you an excerpt of her book Son of an Earl, the second novel in the Defying Propriety Series. This excerpt dwelves on Miss Adsila Carrington whom you’ve probably met at Babblings of a Bookworm and who has raised the interest of Viscount Grayson. I hope you like knowing more about these characters 🙂
Thank you so much for visiting Ms. Chisholm, it is a pleasure to receive you at From Pemberley to Milton.
Hi, Rita! I am so pleased to be back at From Pemberley to Milton with you and your readers. The second novel in my Defying Propriety Series, Son of an Earl, is available for pre-order on Kindle. Here is the cover along with the blurbs for both the series and this book.
We are formed by experiences of our childhood. Family and friends influence our character. Decisions, wise and foolish, direct our path. Through chance encounters and early introductions, our beloved Pride and Prejudice characters come together on a slightly different path which may, to some, defy propriety.
All the books in this series are sweet, clean romances.
Ashton Fitzwilliam, Viscount Grayson and cousin to Fitzwilliam Darcy, has always known what was expected of him. As the eldest son of an earl, he must marry a lady from the first circles of society, preferably one whose father will be a new ally to the current earl. He never anticipated meeting an intriguing American lady with a secret or two she is determined to keep hidden from the disapproving haut ton.
As we discussed after you did that wonderful presentation on blogs at the JAFF Reader/Writer Get Together this year, I am sharing an excerpt. Your readers might have seen the first chapter on my stop at Babblings of a Bookworm where we were introduced to the young American, Miss Adsila Carrington, who peeked the viscount’s interest. Here is a taste of his attempts to learn more about this intriguing lady.
Ashton returned to the breakfast room about the time he suspected his sister would be rising but found the meal had been cleared. Stepping into the hall, he beckoned to a footman.
“Has my sister already eaten?”
The man peered at him quizzically. “Begging your pardon, sir, but Lady Demetria always takes her breakfast in her chambers.”
“Of course,” he said while internally scolding himself. His sister did as their mother, yielding the breakfast table to their father, who had a fondness for reviewing his plans for the day, including a detailed, if one-sided, discussion of any bills coming before the House of Lords.
He wandered the halls, uncertain of his sister’s daily schedule or plans, until he heard her running scales on the pianoforte. Her eyes widened as he entered the music room, and she stopped playing when he took a seat.
“Have you a message for me?” Demi asked.
“No.” Ashton shook his head. “I did not see you last evening and wondered if you and Bedlington enjoyed the theatrical performance.”
Her eyes narrowed and she tipped her head. “You wished to ask me if I enjoyed my evening?”
“Yes,” he said with a laugh. “Can a brother not speak to his sister about her activities?”
“Certainly, he can.” She rose from the bench and joined him on the settee. “However, you rarely do so, and then only when there is something specific you wish to know.”
“Demi, you are far too suspicious.” He picked a bit of lint from his sleeve. “What was it you went to see?”
“Lord, I don’t know,” she said with a flutter of her hand. “Some comedy or such. It did not hold my attention, and I doubt it will play long.”
Demi’s sudden smile made Ashton’s skin crawl, making him think of her pet cat just before she toyed with a mouse.
“And you, brother? Did you enjoy the ball last evening?”
He frowned. “It was much the same as any other ball––a bit more insipid than some, but just as boring overall.”
“You met no one new?” she asked in an offhanded manner which felt quite calculated.
“I saw Lady Gertrude. Her fiancé was not there, but she had a friend with her, a young lady from Virginia.”
“You met Miss Carrington?” Her expression was suddenly unreadable.
“I danced with her as your friend was unavailable.”
“How did you find her?”
Ashton shrugged. “Her features are striking, but she rarely spoke, and then when she did, it was in a near whisper. I believe Lord Carlisle was pushing her towards Mr. Croome. It may be suitable as I am certain he would speak enough for both of them.”
Demi shivered. “That man is exceedingly dull, yet he believes himself an expert on nearly any subject. Only a deaf mute would suit him.”
Ashton chuckled. “I must agree with you. In fact, I nearly pitied Miss Carrington when he led her to the floor.”
“I am certain she will find a way to dissuade Lord Carlisle from the match. Gertie will help her if necessary.”
“And what are your thoughts on the young lady?” Ashton asked casually.
His sister studied him once more before speaking. “It appears she might be quite different among women, or perhaps in a smaller, more familial group. She stated her opinions most decidedly when we had tea last week.”
“I was surprised her father accompanied her to England but returned rather quickly. It appears she is to make her home here, though she prefers her native land.”
Demi crossed her arms and squinted at him. “Are you searching for gossip?”
“No!” Ashton huffed. “It was simply odd to me.” He rose from his seat. “I will leave you to your practicing.”
He was about to open the door, when his sister said, “From what Gertie says, there were limited marriage prospects for her at home, so her mother asked Lady Carlisle to sponsor her.”
Ashton turned about and bowed to his sister. “Have you plans for this afternoon? I thought, should you require an escort, I might attend you. It has been ages since we spent a day together.”
“We have never spent a day together unless Mamma insisted upon it.” Her lips pursed as she studied him. “Very well, I must visit a few shops and would appreciate an extra pair of hands to carry my purchases.”
“You were not going to have a footman attend you?” Ashton said with a smirk. “Very well. What else? Shall we take tea at Gunter’s?”
His sister had made her way back to the instrument. “Perhaps,” she said as she regained her seat. “Or, if you do not overly annoy me, we might visit Gertie and her new friend.”
“As you wish,” Ashton said with a slight tip of his head. Once in the hall, he allowed a smile to spread across his lips.
So, what are your thoughts on Lady Demetria? She has been fun to write. For more of this chapter, stop by Austen Authors on Wednesday, December 15.
Bronwen Chisholm has released eight Pride and Prejudice variations since 2014. She takes great pleasure in searching for potential “plot twists” and finding the way back to a happy ending.
Her love of writing has led her to several writing groups, and she is currently serving as the vice president of the Riverside Writers and organizes the Riverside Young Writers.
For more information, visit her at www.bronwenchisholm.com.
Now, a GIVEAWAY! Just make a comment on this blog and Rita will pick 1 lucky winner to receive an ebook copy of Son of an Earl. The winner will be announced on the 18th of December.
Good luck! I can’t wait to read your comments.