I’m always happy when authors pay a return visit to tout another of their books.  Today is no exception as Sherry Gloag stops by to interview the Hero and Heroine of her novel Vidal’s Honor. Please give them a warm welcome today.
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Author to heroine: What drove you to tell your story?

Honor, Lady Beaumont: Because when a woman followed the drum in 1812 most people assumed the worst about her morals. And, *she sighs* while that aspect can’t be denied. I wanted to show it didn’t apply to all women.

Author to hero: What would you like to say to the people who accused you of being glad when your best friend died and it gave you another chance to woo his widow?

Charles Vidal: At first I don’t think it penetrated my grief at losing someone who meant the world to me. When Lord Dundass ordered me to bring her home to England I didn’t want to go and at the same time I couldn’t wait to see her again.

Author to heroine: How did you feel when you realised what your brother-in-law was plotting?

Honor, Lady Beaumont: Bewildered, disbelief, followed by anger and betrayal and then the fear when I realised the full implications of his intent.

Author to hero: And you, how did you feel when you were told of the plot?

Charles Vidal: *leans forward, fists on knees* I swear if I hadn’t had to leave for Gibraltar immediately I would have hunted the scoundrel down and dispatched him.

Author to heroine: Did you ever doubt you would survive your journey across the Pyrenees?

Honor: *shudders, inhales a deep breath and nods* On more than one occasion. Especially when and just after the land slip.

Author to hero: Did you know what Lord Dundass planned for you both at Lord Kringle’s Ball

Charles Vidal: *Relaxes and grins* Not at all. But I loved the way he publically routed the guilty parties and cleared Honor’s name. *He clasps Honor’s hand and rises.* It’s been good to see you again, but Honor needs her rest, *Charles shares a secret smile with Honor then extends an arm to help Honor to her feet.*

Author to both: before you leave, will you tell me whether you are still in contact with your rescuers and guides, Juan and Consuela?

*Honor leans into Charles as he wraps his arm around her waist.* We are and always will be. It grieves me and Consuela that Juan chose return to Spain. But we all pray for his safe return.

Author: My Lord, do you feel the same?

Charles Vidal: While I understand Honor and Consuela’s feelings, I also understand that Juan has unfinished business; and it is a matter of family honour and national integrity that has taken him back to his homeland. I, too, pray for his safe and speedy return.

Author: Thank you both for taking time out of your busy schedules to talk with me today. May I offer my congratulations and best wishes for the future?

*She sighs as she watches her heroine and hero leave, knowing they’ve already forgotten her existence.*

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BLURB:

Which will Honor lose first? Her head or her heart?

When plunged into a world of spies, agents and espionage during the Peninsula wars, Honor, Lady Beaumont, flees for her life when the French capture her husband at Salamanca, and relies on his batman to arrange her safe passage back to England.

Viscount Charles Vidal is ordered by Robert Dumas, the First Lord of the Admiralty, to travel to Spain and escort the only woman he’s ever loved, Lord Devlin Beaumont’s widow back home before the French discover her whereabouts.

Their journey is fraught by danger, least of all knowing whether they are surrounded by friends or foe. Will they survive long enough to explore the possibility of a future together or will whispers of treason be enough to see Honor dispatched to Tyburn first?

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Excerpt:

While Vidal joked with his cousin, the viscount scanned the room. The smell of fine wine, whiskey and cigar smoke blended into a rich aroma that was as much a part of Whites as the card games, the background chatter, and outbreaks of lewd laughter from the younger members of the club.
One member in particular interested Vidal tonight, and he watched Robert Dundas, second Viscount Melville, and First Lord of the Admiralty, take leave of his friends and head in his direction.

He wondered why the man spent the best part of the night watching his every move, and paused in the act of fobbing his snuff box while he waited for the viscount to join him.

“Take a walk with me?” Although couched as a question, Vidal noted the quiet steel of command in the other man’s voice. Dundas laid a hand on his arm; a companionable gesture for anyone interested enough to observe the two men leaving the club together. “I believe I live not far beyond your own house. I’d appreciate your company, and this is not the place for such a discussion. ”

With an indolent twist of the wrist Vidal returned the modish lacquered box, unopened, to his pocket and nodded agreement. A man’s club was no setting for private conversation, and it was plain the man wanted to talk about something away from flapping ears.

Together they strolled across the room stopping to take leave of several mutual friends.

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Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England.  She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs “thinking time” and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel.  While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.

Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office.  She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.