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Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Elizabeth Hoyt Interview and Giveaway!

I am very pleased to introduce Ms. Elizabeth Hoyt. I was first introduced to Ms. Hoyt’s writing when I read the Princes Trilogy. 

From book one I was hooked to the style of writing and the tortured heroes that tend to come along with them.  So when Elizabeth Hoyt agreed to come and do an interview on our blog, I was needless to say jumping around my house doing my rather geeky and uncoordinated

So without further ado, I would welcome Elizabeth Hoyt to our blog. Thank you Elizabeth for stopping by our blog today.


   The Princes Trilogy was my first ever read written by you. I loved the entire trilogy and would recommend them to anyone! Where did the idea for the trilogy come from and were the titles something that you envisioned early on?
Yup, I usually start with the titles for my books. I was doing research into the Georgian period and and found out that there were all these early scientific societies. I thought a series of books about gentlemen connected by their interest in agricultural innovation would be interesting. Fortunately, I didn’t pitch it that way because it sounds pretty boring! ;-)
 I love historical books; I would love to be able to jump back in time to experience even just for a moment what it was like to live in Regency Times. I often ask friends of mine; if you could go back or forward in time, which would it be and why? And even though I’m certain I know your pick, I ask you: If you could go forward or back in time, which would it be and what would you do when you got there?
I’d love to visit Georgian London and see the sights! I think I’d just walk around and gawk. ;-)
  Do you have to do alot of research into your novels to make sure you get everything correct: etc; Clothing, speech, food.....
Research is kind of an ongoing thing. I like to visit museums when on vacation, for instance, and check out portraits from the time period or, if I’m lucky, examples of furniture and dress. I also usually have a research book on my bedside table to dip into. (Mr. Hoyt recently brought home London 1753 by Sheila O’Connell for me!) If I have a specific question while I’m writing the internet is a wonderful resource!

 Where do you like to write your stories? Is it a cluttered mess like my desk is? *hangs head in shame*... Any picture would be a great visual.
I just got a “new” office (we rearranged space in our house.) with a new lovely desk. I try not to keep it too cluttered on the surface, but you should (or should NOT) see the drawers!

I also sometimes meet a friend at a coffee shop to write—a change of scenery is nice.
 Your most recent release is Scandalous Desires: is there anything you would like to tell us about your new book?

SCANDALOUS DESIRES is about Mickey O’Connor, a ruthless Thames River pirate and Silence Hollingbrook, a widow he wronged terribly in the past. Here’s the back blurb:

Can a pirate learn . . .

River Pirate ‘Charming’ Mickey O’Connor has lifted himself from the depths of the slums to be the King of St. Giles. Anything he wants he gets—with one exception. Silence Hollingbrook has been haunting his dreams ever since she spent a single night in his bed.
That the only true treasure . . . 
Once Silence was willing to sacrifice anything to save the man she loved. Now a widow, she’s finally found peace when Charming Mickey comes storming back into her life with an offer she can’t refuse. But this time she won’t be the only one paying the price for his sins.
Lies in a woman's heart?
When his past comes back to torment him, Mickey must keep Silence safe from a merciless enemy, while wrestling with the delicious hold this widow  has on his heart. And in the face of mounting danger, both will have to surrender to something even more terrifying . . . true love.

I hope you like it!

Thank you once again for joining us.

Thank you! ;-)

Elizabeth Hoyt has been very generous in offering up a paper back copy of her newly released


First chapter Preview!

London, England
April, 1738

Wolves, as Silence Hollingbrook well knew, are savage beasts, little given to pity or honor. If one must face a wolf cleverly disguised in human form, it did no good to show fear. Rather, one must throw one’s shoulders back, lift one’s chin, and stare the damned beast down.

That was what Silence told herself in any case as she eyed Mickey O’Connor, the most notorious river pirate in London. As she watched, Mr. O’Connor did something far more alarming than any real wolf.

He smiled at her.

Silence swallowed.

Mickey O’Connor lounged like the pirate king he was on a gilded throne of red velvet at one end of a lavishly corrupt room. The walls were lined with sheets of gold, the floor was a fabulous mosaic of different-colored marbles, and around her, piled high, were the spoils of thieving: trunks overflowing with furs and silks, crates of tea and spices, and treasures from every corner of the globe, all of it stolen from the ships that came into London’s docks. And Silence stood before him like a petitioner.

Once again.

Mr. O’Connor picked up a sweetmeat from a tray offered by a small boy, holding it between long, beringed fingers as he examined her. One corner of his wide, sensuous mouth curled in amusement. “‘Tis always a pleasure to gaze upon yer sparklin’ hazel eyes, Mrs. Hollingbrook, but I do wonder why ye’ve come to see me this lovely afternoon.”

His mocking words strengthened Silence’s spine. “You know very well why I’m here, Mr. O’Connor.”

The pirate lifted elegantly winged black eyebrows. “Do I, now?”

Beside her, Harry, one of Mickey O’Connor’s guards and her escort into the throne room, shifted his weight nervously. Harry was a big man with a battered face—a man who’d obviously lived a rather rough life—yet he was just as obviously wary of Mickey O’Connor.

“Easy now,” he muttered to her beneath his breath. “Don’t want to get ‘is temper up.”

Mr. O’Connor popped the sweetmeat into his mouth and chewed, his black eyes closing for a moment in pleasure. He was a beautiful man. Silence could see that even if she found him quite repugnant herself. His eyelashes were thick and black, surrounding dark, liquid eyes, his complexion a smooth olive, and when he smiled...well! The dimples that were revealed on his cheeks made him look both as wicked as the devil and as innocent as a small boy. Had a Renaissance master wanted to paint all the seductive allure of Satan, he would’ve painted Charming Mickey O’Connor.

Silence inhaled. Mr. O’Connor might well be as evil as Satan himself, but she’d braved him once before and survived—even if she hadn’t walked away entirely unscathed. “I’ve come for Mary Darling.”

The pirate’s eyes opened lazily as he swallowed his sweetmeat. “Who?”

Oh, this was too much! Silence felt her face heat as she shook off Harry’s restraining arm and marched right up to the foot of the small dais on which the ridiculous throne stood. “You know very well who! Mary Darling, that sweet little baby girl I’ve taken care of for nearly a year. Mary Darling, who knows only me as her mother. Mary Darling, who you took from the foundling home where we both live. Give her back to me at once!”

So great was her ire that Silence found herself out of breath at the end of her little tirade and pointing her finger nearly in Mr. O’Connor’s face. For a moment she froze, her finger only inches from his nose. Everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath. Mickey O’Connor had lost his smile, and without that expression to lighten his face, he looked quite, quite frightening.

Silence let her hand fall.

Slowly, the pirate straightened from his chair, his long limbs uncurling silently like a predator. He stood, his polished black jackboots thunking to the floor, and stepped down from the dais.

Silence could’ve backed up, but that would’ve shown fear. And besides, she thought she might’ve become rooted to the spot. The scent of lemons and frankincense drifted about her. She lifted her chin in defiance as Mickey O’Connor’s smooth, tanned, bare chest nearly touched her nose—the man was so vain he left his extravagantly ruffled shirt unlaced--and looked him in the eye.

Mr. O’Connor bent, his mouth lightly touching her ear, and murmured, “Well, and why didn’t ye say so in the first place, darlin’?”

And while Silence gaped up at him, he straightened, his gaze still locked with hers, and snapped his fingers.

A door opened and Silence finally found the willpower to tear her gaze from those black, impenetrable eyes. And then she forgot all about Mickey O’Connor. A servant girl had entered, and in her arms was the sweetest, most wonderful being in the whole world.

“Mamoo!” Mary Darling shrieked. She began a frantic bouncing in the servant girl’s arms. “Mamoo! Mamoo! Mamoo! Up!”

Silence rushed to catch the toddler before she could completely squirm from the girl’s arms. “I have you. I have you, my love,” she murmured as Mary Darling wrapped soft, pudgy arms about her neck and squeezed.

Silence breathed in the scent of milk and baby, tears pricking her eyes. When she’d found the toddler gone...when she’d feared that she’d never see Mary Darling again, her heart had seemed to shrivel into a tiny, frozen thing.

“Mamoo,” Mary Darling sighed, and unwrapped her arms to pat Silence’s cheeks.

Silence ran her hands over Mary Darling’s black curls, touching and squeezing and rubbing, making sure the little girl was as well as when she’d last seen her, half a day before. The previous six hours had been the most frightening of her life and she never wanted to repeat--

“Ahem,” a masculine voice murmured nearby, and Silence suddenly remembered where she was.

She clutched Mary Darling to her breast and whirled to face the river pirate. “Thank you. It’s most…most kind of you to have given her back to me. I really can’t thank you enough.” Silence took a step backward, afraid to take her eyes from Charming Mickey’s face. “I…I’ll just be leaving—”

Mr. O’Connor smiled. “Oh, certainly, sweetheart, do as ye wish, but the little one will be a-stayin’ with me, I think.”

Silence froze. “You have no right!”

The pirate lifted one inky eyebrow and reached out to finger Mary Darling’s black curls. His tanned hand was large against her little head. “Oh, don’t I? She is me daughter.”

“Bad!” Mary Darling glared at Mickey O’Connor, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, black curls framing a face that might’ve been a feminine miniature of Mr. O’Connor’s own.

The resemblance was quite devastating.

Silence swallowed. Mary Darling had been abandoned on her doorstep almost a year ago to the day. At the time she’d thought that the baby had been left with her because Silence’s brother, Winter, ran the Home for Unfortunate Infants and Foundling Children. Now she wondered if there had been a much more diabolical reason. Fear that she was about to lose Mary Darling forever made her clutch the baby closer.

“You don’t love her,” she tried.

“No.” Mickey O’Connor let his hand drop. “But I’m a-thinkin’ that don’t matter all that much when ye do, Mrs. Hollingbrook.”

Silence felt the breath catch in her throat. “Let me leave with her.”


Mary Darling squirmed again with one of those mercurial shifts of moods that toddlers are prone to. “Down!”

Silence let her slip from her arms, watching as the little girl carefully stood against one of the huge trunks of booty. She looked so small. So precious. “Why are you doing this? Haven’t you done enough to me in this lifetime?”

“Oh, not nearly enough, m’darlin’,” Mickey O’Connor murmured. Silence felt more than saw him reach out his hand toward her. Maybe he meant to fondle her hair as he had Mary Darling’s.

She jerked her head out of his way.

His hand dropped.

“What are you about?” She folded her arms and faced him, though she kept Mary Darling within sight.

He shrugged, the movement making his shirt slip further off one muscled shoulder. “A man in me position has many an enemy, I fear. Nasty, mean creatures who don’t let the thought of innocence or youth stop them from doin’ terrible, murderous things.”

“Why take her now?” Silence asked. “Are these enemies new?”

His mouth curved into another smile, this one entirely without humor. “Not at all. But me enemies have become more...er...persistent in the last month, ye understand. It’s merely a matter o’ business--one that I hope to soon tidy up. But in the meantime, should me enemies find the wee child...”

Silence shivered, watching as Mary Darling grabbed for a dark fur and pulled it half out of the trunk. “Damn you. How could you have put her in this danger?”

“I didn’t,” he said without any signs of conscience. “I gave her to ye, remember.”

She shifted her gaze to him and was disconcerted to find him only a foot away. The room was big, and besides Harry and the sweetmeats boy, a gang of pirates sat around Mr. O’Connor’s throne. Was he worried they’d be overheard?

“Then let me keep her,” Silence whispered. “She doesn’t know you, doesn’t love you. She’s been safe with me for a year. If there’s truly a danger, then send men to guard her where we live, but let her stay at the home. If you have any decency in you at all, you’ll let her go with me.”

“Ah, love.” Mickey O’Connor tilted his head, long coal-black locks of hair slithering over his broad shoulders. “Don’t ye know by now that decent is the last thing anyone would be a-callin’ me? No, the lass stays with me and me men, here where I can keep m’eye on her night and day until I can put an end to this bit o’ bother.”

“But she thinks me her mother,” Silence hissed. “How can you separate us when—”

“An’ who said anything about separatin’?” Mr. O’Connor asked with feigned surprise. “Why, darlin’ I said the babe had to stay with me, I never said ye couldn’t as well.”

Silence inhaled and then found she had trouble letting the breath out again. “You want me to come live with you?”

Mr. O’Connor grinned as if she were a pet dog that had finally learned a trick. “Aye, that’s the way of it, sweetin’.”

“I can’t live with you,” Silence hissed furiously. “Everyone would think...”

“What, now?” Mickey O’Connor arched an eyebrow, his black eyes glittering.

She swallowed. “That I was your whore.”

He tutted softly. “Oh, an’ we can’t be havin’ that, now can we, what with yer reputation bein’ all snowy white an’ all?”

Her hand was half raised, the fingers balled into a fist before she even realized it. She wanted to hit him so badly, wanted to wipe that smirking smile from his face with all her soul.

Except he was no longer smiling. He watched her, his face expressionless, his eyes intent, like a wolf waiting for the hare to break from cover.

Trembling, she let her hand fall.

He shrugged, looking mildly disappointed. “Ah, well, it’d be a great inconvenience to have ye livin’ under me roof anyway. I ‘spect ye’ve made the right decision.”

He turned away from her, sauntering gracefully toward his throne. She’d been dismissed, it seemed. He no longer found her interesting enough to play with.

In that moment, with rage and grief, and yes, love, swirling all inside her being, Silence made her decision.

“Mr. O’Connor!”

He stopped, still turned rudely away from her, his voice a rumbling purr. “Aye?”

“I’ll stay.”


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Bona Fide Reflections said...

Wow! That is a great teaser! Now I must find out what happens next. Oh, please, o please, o puhleeeeze, Rafflecopter! You have to choose me. *crosses fingers*

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Luvdaylilies said...

Nice interview=)
I so enjoy Elizabeth Hoyt books and would love a chance to read Scandalous Desires!
Thanks for a chance,
Lethea B
Luvdaylilies at bellsouth dot net

Chrisbails said...

Great excerpt. Now I want to read the rest of the book. Elizabeth is a new author for me and always looking for new books to check out. Thanks for the giveaway and the chance to win.

Ronda (Queentutt's World of Escapism) said...

Awesome book, I so need to read this book now that I got a tease.

Happy Holidays my friends,

Ronda Tutt

elaing8 said...

great interview and awesome excerpt.
I'm looking forward to reading this book. Thanks for the chance to win a copy.

Joanne said...

Great excerpt. Can't wait to read this book. Thanks for the giveaway.


CrystalGB said...

Great excerpt. I have been wanting to read this book. Thank you for the giveaway.

*yadkny* said...

I've always heard such great things about Elizabeth's work and would love to read one of her historical romances. Great excerpt! Thanks for the great giveaway!


June M. said...

Great interview and excerpt. And I love your new writing area, so beautiful. I would love to win a copy of this book, it is on my TBR list.

May said...

I always like Mickey... Thought that he was mysterious and interesting... :) Sounds like a great book!

Jane said...

Congrats to Elizabeth on the new release. I've been waiting for Silence's book.

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