So there I was. Staring at the computer screen around 4:30 am and wondering who
would be the heroine of my next book.
I already had a wonderful (hawt!) hero, who was a secondary character in my
debut release, THE SMUGGLER
WORE SILK. I knew this hero, this spy named Angel. I also knew his
family history, the way he looked, what occurred during his tenure as a spy, and
the tortured musician in his soul. I needed a strong heroine…but I knew no woman
who could match him.
Until I started reading about women during the Napoleonic wars. Some British
women followed the drum, a.k.a. followed their soldier husbands across the
English Channel, over mountains and plains on the Continent, through bitterly
cold winters and hot summers. The rigors of soldiering cost many men and women
their lives—and even their children’s lives. It was a struggle to survive every
single day. I admire those women and their hardships, and every step they took
on the dusty and snowy roads is something to celebrate.
I read an account of a Spanish lady who, when an artillery sergeant was killed,
took the lighted match from his hand and fired a twenty-four pound gun into the
French army not ten feet in front of her. I read another account of an English
lady who bivouacked in her husband’s tent, and even spent a few nights sleeping
in nothing but a blanket, out in the open air during a horrific, two day storm.
As I write this in my comfy chair in my comfy office, I can barely imagine it!
But I did use those tents and blankets as a backdrop for Lilias’s experiences on
the march.
One of my favorite stories—which does not feature in IN BED WITH A SPY, but is
nonetheless still interesting—is of a woman marching with her husband’s regiment
in January 1809. She literally lay down on the side of the road, unable to go
any farther. Her husband rushed to her side, but the general consensus of the
marching soldiers was the couple would not survive the frigid winter night.
Except they did survive, rejoining the regiment to march alongside them—with a
brand new baby boy. Not anything like the clean mother-baby center at my local
hospital!
It was this research into the resilient women on the march during the wars that
led me to Lilias, the heroine of IN BED WITH A SPY. She’s
not timid or shy, or in any way easygoing. This is a woman who marched with
soldiers, slept in tents and even fought on the battlefield of Waterloo with the
Duke of Wellington and the British army. She’s no wilting wallflower. She’s
tough, with sharp edges tempered by grief and vengeance tempered by mercy.
She’ll swear at you, and she’s as likely to carry a flashing steel sabre as a
pretty, painted fan
I do hope you enjoy Lilias and Angel’s story, as well as their journey together
as they overcome grief, lies, and betrayal. There’s only so many times a girl
can be lied to, after all, before she seeks revenge.
Excerpt
“You don’t have to seduce me, Angel. I’m in your study, it’s nearly midnight and
we have already been lovers once. We both know why I’m here.” One corner of
Lilias’s lips tipped up. An enticing invitation, he decided. But then, she’d
issued the invitation hours earlier at the concert. He’d accepted. What man
would refuse a woman watching him like she wanted to forget the crowded room and
swallow him, bite by bite? Not him. Not the peer, not the spy, not the man.
“What if I want to seduce you?” A pleasurable pastime, seduction. From the
nervous flutter of her hands, the idea discomposed her. How interesting. He
reached for the crystal wine decanter on the sideboard and removed the stopper.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?”
“With our limited time, it seems wasteful to drink wine. If it is daylight
before you finish your seduction, every member of Fairchild House will know I’ve
been out.”
She had not said no. Ruby red wine flowed from the sparkling decanter into two
curved glasses. The scent of spice and berries rose into the air. He breathed
deep and brought that lovely scent into him.
“Much like seduction, wine is never a waste.” He threw a glance over his
shoulder before picking up the glasses. She half reclined on the chaise longue.
Her gown spilled over her legs, a frilled expanse of gold embroidery and fabric
the same rich shade as the wine. She was passion and practicality, all packaged
in the most delectable body.
He offered her the glass. Gloved fingers closed around the stem. She set it to
her lips. He watched the white column of her throat as she swallowed and
imagined running his tongue over the soft skin.
Soon. He would, soon. But for all her willingness, he wanted to savor her as he
had not had the opportunity before. She’d wanted fast and needy to prove that
even if her marriage had been pretense, she was still alive and a woman. But
this time, he wanted just a little more from her.
After all, she’d discovered a piece of him. Turnabout was fair play.
7 comments posted.
Hi Susan! Angel was a secondary character in The Smuggler Wore Silk, and when I first named him I was primarily concerned with a code name. In my head :) he looked like an angel and it went from there. As for Lilias, it was a name I heard once a long time ago and it stuck with me. I always wanted to use it in a book, and fate gifted me with the opportunity!
(Alyssa Alexander 2:48pm December 3, 2014)
Monique, I'm so glad you enjoyed the book! They were fun characters to write--especially the feisty Lilias!
(Alyssa Alexander 2:49pm December 3, 2014)
I just finished reading The Smuggler Wore Silk & In bed With A Spy. I just have one question,,,,, When will the next book be ready to hit the shelves? When I picked up each book I didn't want to put it down. I enjoyed every character. Outside of the main characters, Jack was my favorite. I hope to read more in this series of 'spies' & espionage. Maybe Julian & Angel could work on something together in the future? Thank you for the opportunity to get lost in a great story!
(S W 6:03pm January 4, 2015)