I love talking about my creative process, at least in part because it is a mystery to me. Some people have asked about how I created the Marquis of Aldridge. Here’s his very first appearance on a page, in my historical mystery/romance Revealed in Mist. David Wakefield, base-born son of Read more…
1810 The Marquis of Aldridge was sitting over a glass of brandy in the private parlour of an exclusive inn half-way between Margate and London. The letter in his hand sent his strongly arched brows plunging towards one another in a frown. His latest meeting with his father, the Duke Read more…
He lifted her tingling hands and placed a lingering kiss in first one palm, then the other. “May I help you off with your pelisse?” She nodded again, and then grasped her courage and told him, “If I can help you with your coat.” He pressed his next kiss to Read more…
Aldridge came to Charlotte to solicit a dance. She had not seen him for months; not since he left London for Haverford Castle, but the old uncomfortable feelings rose stronger than ever. And when he bowed over her hand in greeting, a powerful tingle ran from the fingers he touched Read more…
The Duke of Haverford was gone, leaving behind only a monster, grotesque in body and mind—what could be seen of him between the bands of cloth that wrapped him to the bed on which he lay. “You keep him bound all the time?” Aldridge asked the nurses—or warders might be Read more…
She shook her head again. “I have been dreaming about kisses. Not the ones forced on a person, but kisses a woman participates in. I have had the pecks you have given me, and they were pleasant. But I never wanted anything else. The kisses I have glimpsed from time Read more…
Eleanor had withdrawn to her private sitting room, driven there by His Grace’s shouting. Her son, the Marquis of Aldridge, was as angry as she had ever seen him, his face white and rigid and his eyes blazing, but he kept his voice low; had even warned the duke about Read more…
A post in The Teatime Tattler Date: 20 July 1810 Just last month, this paper reported on the scandalous behaviour of two of the ton’s most outrageous rakes. Lord Overton comes to Town for a mere three weeks per year, but his shocking exploits with the Merry Marquis during that Read more…
Aldridge, as always when he had been with his father, returned jittery and bitter. No point in talking to him until he could think straight. All he wanted was the comfort of Becky’s body, and for days, she barely left the town-house’s great bed, as he expended his nervous energy Read more…
Lady Ballingcroft was now quite happy and, with a kiss for Hugh and another for Aldridge, left the room on Mrs Barlow’s arm. “And Bally will never know he has been Aldridged?” “He will suspect, my dear, when you start practicing the new tricks you have learned. Did I not Read more…