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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I continue another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope. It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week I answered several questions about Sir Roderick. Now we return to Alice’s story. Her Uncle Grey has found her tutor, a Madame Rene. He has a few questions for her, about Alice. What started out as a friendly reunion becomes a tad tense.

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Lord Grey smiled, she remembered his work-name, “It has been a very long time, old friend … how are you doing?”

“Teaching the young ladies of the parish keeps, how do you say it – the dog in his kennel.”

“The wolf from the door; I need to ask you, privately, about one of your students.”

“Qui?”

“Miss Alice Green.”

“Lady Green’s daughter,” Madame Renne paused, “She’s not in any trouble is she?” The smile faded from her face when
she realized this was not just a social call. It was business, and that put a different colour on the situation; Monsieur LeBlanc, the man of business, secret government business at that, was not Monsieur LeBlanc, le vieil ami.

“Oh, no, at least not yet … Commet es son français?”

Madame Renne stared at M. LeBlanc, and then with a surprisingly coarse expression said, “What the bloody hell is it to you … What does it matter how good is her French?”

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Lord Grey’s offer to Alice isn’t quite what it seems.

The cartoon is a famous one by James Gillray. Pitt the younger and that Corsican are dividing up the world. It’s to remind you what’s happening outside of Alice’s little village.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere This is a fun read, and unlike “The curious profession of dr craven” seems to not carry a curse.

Frankenkitty is available.
What happens when teenagers get to play with Dr Frankenstien’s lab notebooks, a few odd chemicals and a great big whopping coil? Mayhem, and possibly an invitation to the Transylvanian Neuroscience Summer School.

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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I continue another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope. It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week Captain Meriwether Lewis makes a brief appearance when he explains to Mr Merry and Lord Fitzpatrick (Roderick), why he is no longer welcome in the US. This week I answer several questions about Sir Roderick before returning to Alice’s story.

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After Captain Lewis left, Anthony said to Roderick, “That wasn’t yours was it?”

“No, I don’t do anything as crude as housebreaking; I will need your aid to clean up a few loose ends when I go – my manservant, Thomas.”

“I wish you wouldn’t keep slaves; I won’t sell him for you.”

“He’s not a slave … his wife, Hannah -”

“She is?”

Roderick nodded, “Unfortunately, yes; she’s a maid and housekeeper … in the President’s house; could you arrange to purchase her? Her freedom was her price, and I should like to think His Majesty’s government lives up to its promises; I told you I don’t use crude methods, and she’s been most helpful to the crown.”

“I wouldn’t know how; unseemly for the minister to appear at an auction.”

“I’ll drop a hint in Captain Lewis’ ear that you need a new maid when I give him my detailed itinerary tomorrow; he’ll jump at the chance to put in a ‘loyal servant’ of his own inside our embassy. Then I think Boston or Canada would be best for them; much healthier climate, especially if you are of a swarthy hue”

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One of the Union’s most successful spies during the American civil war, Mary Bowser, was Jefferson Davis’s black (slave) housekeeper. Belle Boyd and her ilk were rank amateurs by comparison. The X on the featured image shows where Robey’s Slave pen was located.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere This is a fun read, and unlike “The curious profession of dr craven” seems to not carry a curse.

Frankenkitty is available.
What happens when teenagers get to play with Dr Frankenstien’s lab notebooks, a few odd chemicals and a great big whopping coil? Mayhem, and possibly an invitation to the Transylvanian Neuroscience Summer School.

Get Free Stuff and try out my landing page. There are three free complete short stories (including an ARC for Frankenkitty) available after you’ve gone through the hoops.

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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I continue another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope. It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Last week I introduced the romantic male lead. He was stuck in Washington as the Military attache. Captain Meriwether Lewis makes a brief appearance in this week’s snippet when he explains to Mr Merry and Lord Fitzpatrick (Roderick), why he is no longer welcome in the US.

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The footman returned with Captain Lewis; he, Captain Lewis that is, carried a jemmy, “I believe this is yours.”

“No,” Lord Fitzpatrick replied, “never seen it before; what is it?”

“A jemmy or crowbar; are you certain you’ve never seen it?”

“I am a gentleman.”

“That is debatable; however, this jemmy is made in Sheffield, of finest English spring steel; stamped by its makers.”

“I see – where did you find it?”

“I didn’t, Mr Jefferson did – in his office.”

“Ah.”

“We can’t understand what it was doing there; you say you are certain it’s not yours.”

“Absolutely.”

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Needless to say Captain Lewis does not believe Roderick.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere This is a fun read, and unlike “The curious profession of dr craven” seems to not carry a curse.

Frankenkitty is available.
What happens when teenagers get to play with Dr Frankenstien’s lab notebooks, a few odd chemicals and a great big whopping coil? Mayhem, and possibly an invitation to the Transylvanian Neuroscience Summer School.

Get Free Stuff and try out my landing page. There are three free complete short stories (including an ARC for Frankenkitty) available after you’ve gone through the hoops.

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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I continue another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope (hope springs eternal.) It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Alice’s somewhat shady Uncle Grey has come to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Last week’s snippet is after Lord Grey inquires about Alice’s hopes on the marriage mart. He’s making the offer they can’t refuse. This week I introduce the romantic lead. He is, for the moment, stuck in Washington as a military attache. He and Mr Anthony Merry the new (actual at the time) British ambassador are discussing life in this trying provincial city.

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“I say, Roddy, how did ever you stick it here? All that time you spent here after Sir Robert returned home; it must have been dashed difficult for you; The Jonathan’s,” He shook his head, “Their manners leave much to be desired.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“That Jefferson fellow, didn’t you find him rude? I mean he called my wife a ‘virago’, and Elizabeth, whatever her failings is not that.”

“She’s a lovely woman, well-mannered and gracious; if you want to meet a virago, you need only talk to the Dowager Fitzpatrick.”

“So that’s why you haven’t married? Still, can you imagine inviting us and the French charge de affairs to the same private dinner; we’re at war; it’s just not done.”

Roderick shrugged, “I just ignore the slights; treat their politics like a spectator sport; it’s almost as much fun as ratting or the cockpit; as for marriage, you know I find these provincials even more tedious than the butterflies and damsels of the London Ton.”

“De gustibus and all that I suppose.”

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Having lived in the Washington metropolitan area, it’s still a trying provincial city.

I hope you’ve enjoyed what I’ve written. I’ll be in the woods with a bunch of scouts this weekend, which means that my replies will be somewhat delayed. I’m not quite up to backpacking a satellite link. It would go against my ultra-light esthetic.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere This is a fun read, and unlike “The curious profession of dr craven” seems to not carry a curse.

Frankenkitty is available.
What happens when teenagers get to play with Dr Frankenstien’s lab notebooks, a few odd chemicals and a great big whopping coil? Mayhem.

Get Free Stuff and try out my landing page. There are three free complete short stories (including an ARC for Frankenkitty) available after you’ve gone through the hoops.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I introduce another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope (hope springs eternal.) It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Alice’s somewhat shady Uncle Grey has come to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Last week he entertained Alice and her mother with a recollection from his wartime experiences in the wilds of South Carolina. This snippet is after Lord Grey inquires about Alice’s hopes on the marriage mart. He’s making the offer they can’t refuse.

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However, you’re right, Alice needs to see more of society;” He smiled at his niece, “Even if she returns here to marry her mill-owner.”

Alice grimaced back at her uncle and then said, “Speaking of dancing and manners, how do you know that mine are suitable? I would be willing to bet a reasonable sum that I’m too rustic to grace London society.”

“I’m glad you state a ‘reasonable sum’ niece; your father would have bet everything on it; I think, my dear sister that it would be best were I to take Alice with me to London when I return there in a few days. Give her the opportunity to acquire some ‘town polish.’ Dancing lessons, and new dresses, that sort of thing.”

Alice jumped at the chance and beamed, “Would you?”

“Of course; indeed, I should think you would find it immensely enjoyable, and I’m sure June would enjoy re-establishing her friendship with you. Unless, Lady Mary, you have any objections?”

“There being no alternative,” she said, “I can have none.”

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My book “The Curious Profession of Dr. Craven” is a decent read.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere

Frankenkitty is available.

Get Free Stuff and try out my landing page. There are three free complete short stories (including an ARC for Frankenkitty) available after you’ve gone through the hoops.

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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week I introduce another book, that will eventually come out via booktrope (hope springs eternal.) It’s a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar. Alice’s somewhat shady Uncle Grey has come to make her an offer she can’t refuse. He’s sweetening her and her mother up with a recollection from his wartime experiences in the wilds of South Carolina. This snippet starts just after he’s eaten supper with Alice and her mother in their run-down country home; a supper that was more carbonized than ideal.

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“Uncle, when were you in the Carolina’s?”
“It was in the 1780’s with General Clinton and then with General Cornwallis.”
“You’ve never said much about it; was it that bad?”
Her uncle looked away, momentarily distressed by his memories. When he looked back at them, he said, “Yes, but it taught me one thing.”
“Only one?”
“I could live on ground maize and mouldy ham; if I had to; I suppose there’s a second thing.”
“Second thing?”
Uncle James smiled, “Beside the value of good food;” then suddenly serious, he added, “The value of good intelligence. We just blundered about in that vast backcountry; let those bloody rebels ambush us at will, and I lost some good friends; that stupidity cost us the America’s.”

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Frankenkitty is FREE this weekend

My book “The Curious Profession of Dr. Craven” is on sale!

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere

Frankenkitty is available.

Get Free Stuff and try out my landing page. There are three free complete short stories (including an ARC for Frankenkitty) available after you’ve gone through the hoops.

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