Heather Snow is in the Lair!
Posted by Christina Brooke Aug 21 2012, 2:39 am
Lady criminologist, Miss Emma Wallingford, unknowingly finds herself tangled in the dangerous final mission of Lord Derick Aveline, a spy who also happens to be her long lost first love. But when deception, however sweet, is the name of the game, no one can be trusted. And every love—and every life—is at risk.
Hello! Heather Snow here and I am thrilled to be continuing my blog tour for Sweet Deception here at Romance Bandits. Thank you for having me back again! What I am doing for this tour is pulling back the curtain of Sweet Deception a bit, sharing a few of my favorite passages from the book each day while letting you in on the thoughts behind them. You can keep up with the stops (or go back and read ones you missed) either on my website or my Facebook page .
When I last visited the Bandits upon my debut, the lovely Anna Campbell asked me what was next for me, and I had the opportunity to tell you all a little about my second novel, Sweet Deception. I think I described it as sort of a Regency era “Bones meets Bond” story, which elicited a bit of excitement in the comments section. Therefore, in deciding what excerpt to share with the Bandits readers today, instead of choosing the most romantic scene, I picked a snippet showcasing my budding lady criminologist instead…
Derick reined in his mount, and his rioting senses. He vaulted off the horse and tied him to the cart. Emma, he noticed, had slipped down from the box and was busy gathering a lantern and a small bag that she’d brought. He was relieved to see that her wounded look was gone, replaced with the efficiency she normally exhibited.
“Gentlemen.” She motioned to the rather green-looking men hanging back from the cart as if they wished to slink into the darkness falling behind them. “Each of you grab a lantern and form a perimeter of light around the man. I’d say a circumference of twenty-eight feet would do nicely.” She turned and dug into her satchel, leaving the men scratching their heads.
When she realized they hadn’t moved, a wry expression stole over her face. “My apologies. That would be a circle with approximately three yards in diameter, please.”
She went back to her digging, pulling out a pair of worn gloves, a polished stick that resembled nothing more than a wand, and a dark scarf, which she proceeded to tie around her nose and mouth.
While she prepared herself, Derick discreetly directed the still-confused men to stand cross points from each other at the correct distance, pretending not to notice when one of them retched into the bushes.
Derick stepped into the circle of light and looked down at the remains. “You seem rather prepared,” he commented as Emma came alongside him, looking more like a bandit than a gentle lady. She gave him a withering glance, and he thought she might ignore him. He couldn’t blame her for reverting to how she’d treated him when he’d first arrived back in upper Derbyshire. Not after the way he’d hurt her today.
Then she sighed, the bottom edge of her scarf fluttering with her breath.
“Thn-in-th—” came her muffled voice. She reached up and pulled the scarf down past her chin. “This isn’t the first dead person I’ve encountered, you know.” She pulled a leather work glove onto one hand, flexing her fingers before repeating with the other hand. “Besides, I got the idea to keep a bag like this at the ready from one of the magistrates that I correspond with. Although, I think I am going to have to write back and recommend he add some sort of ointment laced with peppermint or menthol to block the nose.”
Derick thought that would be a fine idea indeed.
I was thrilled while researching to find how much was known during the Regency about early forensic science, but don’t worry—I restrained myself from putting it all in the book! I simply used it to flavor Emma’s character a bit. I must say, creating her was a joy! I had great fun giving her a brilliant mind and the quirks and vulnerabilities to go with it. Here’s how one reviewer described her: “Her brain is logical, analytical, literal, and her filter is defective leading to both trouble and hilarity. She also has an endearing habit of mutilating her metaphors…For me she outshone Liliana, the chemist heroine of Sweet Enemy, and that’s quite an accomplishment.” (Manic Readers, 4.5 Stars)
Of course, there is plenty of romance in Derick and Emma’s story, as well. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.
Please look out for SWEET DECEPTION, available now, wherever books are sold. I’ll be happy to give away a copy of my debut, SWEET ENEMY, the first book in this series and a $10 gift card to your bookseller of choice. To enter, simply leave me a comment and answer the question: I am finishing up the third in my series, SWEET MADNESS, about a lady psychologist. Then, it’s on to a new series. But I find I’m not ready to let go of my brainy heroines yet. What kind of “professions” would you like to see in a historical heroine?
Heather Snow is a historical romance author with a degree in Chemistry who discovered she much preferred creating chemistry on the page, rather than in the lab. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, two rambunctious boys and one very put upon cat. Find out more or connect with Heather at:
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