The Mistress of Pennington's Tour

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Welcome my good friend and Wild Rose Press author, Emma Lai!

I am thrilled to introduce Emma Lai, my friend and Wild Rose Press author - she writes sexy historical romance that captures the imagination and takes you on a journey that will linger in your memory. She is here today, talking about her latest release - take it away, Emma!

His Capture, Her Rescue is now available from The Wild Rose Press. You can also look for it at Amazon, Barnes & Nobel and All Romance eBooks.


Masquerading as an American, Eallair, a Guardian Steward from another world, is searching Victorian England for the kidnapped mate of a fellow Guardian. When he meets Miss Harriet Cartwright, he knows her for the spirited, intelligent mate he has longed to find.

Since the death of their parents, Harriet has used her intelligence and sharp tongue to guard her sister from fortune hunters, but now that Prudence is close to choosing a husband, Harriet can consider her own future—one hopefully filled with adventure. When she meets Eallair, an American rancher who likes to travel and isn’t put off by her outspokenness, she is intrigued.

But before Harriet and Eallair can explore their attraction, she and her sister are kidnapped. While Eallair scours the countryside for them, Harriet discovers Eallair’s off-world origins. Now she must decide: just how much adventure does she want in her future?

Nineteenth century English history fascinates me. I don’t know if it’s the characters who lived during the period, the clothes, the social changes, the art, or some combination thereof, but I love setting stories during that particular century because of the excuse to learn more about the period.

When I started writing His Capture, Her Rescue, I needed a topic for Miss Harriet Cartwright to expound upon, not only to show her opinionated nature, but also her intelligence. War has always been controversial, and while I never specifically name the conflict that’s being debated, I had in mind the events leading up to The Boer War. Well, a quick look at Wikipedia ( provided a time period.

As with all fashion, styles varied during the many decades of Queen Victoria’s reign. I cross-referenced images from Gentleman’s Emporium with the information at Wikipedia ( and Romance Reader at Heart ( for men’s fashion and Fashion-era ( for women’s fashion.

To plant clues for the Guardians search, I needed information on Cornish mines and railways. A trip to Wikipedia ( for a general overview followed by a trip to Cornish Mining World Heritage ( for more specific information provided me my mining clues. Victorian Railways and their Predecessors ( answered some of my questions, but not all, so readers might have to forgive whatever license I took with schedules.

If you have any suggestions that will help me with research for future stories with these settings, please let me know!

Harriet squinted at the unknown man towering over her. The sun behind him deepened the shadows of an angular face. Hollows carved the area beneath prominent cheeks, and a sharp jawline led to a pointed chin. Where some men might have chosen to sport a beard to relieve the harshness, he did not. His lips were rather full and his nose a tad crooked, as if broken and never properly reset. Focusing on each individual feature, he was rather unattractive, but coupled with strange tawny eyes and golden hair, he was arresting, an American mountain lion among English lapdogs.

Her heart leaped though she told it he was probably seeking permission to speak with her sister. She sighed. After all, it was the usual reason strange men approached her.

He bowed. “Miss Cartwright, might I have the pleasure of your company for a stroll in the gardens?”

Her pulse raced at his accent—an American mountain lion in truth. If he was looking for an introduction to Prudence, surely he wouldn’t want to stroll in the gardens?

Her eyes narrowed. But, why would he be interested in her? Every other man of her acquaintance considered her difficult to manage at best, a termagant at worst. Perhaps he was another American in need of an heiress? She sniffed. She hated fortune hunters.

“Sir, you are unknown to me.” Sudden silence descended, even the birds ceased singing, but she refused to apologize for the bite of disdain in her voice. What do I care what a stranger thinks of me?

Comments? Emma would love to talk writing, research or just about anything with her readers! Let's start chatting... :)

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