"He"s learned cliff climbing well enough. Won the contest back in May."
"There, you see?"
"It could confuse things nicely. Maybe we can create a Hydra. Is Captain Drake the earl, or maybe the earl"s secretary? If I hire the right kind of estate manager, maybe him, too, and I can build up Aaron Bartlett in the mix. We"ll have too many heads to cope with."
"And you"d be in a better position to protect everyone."
"Reliably, unlike the Mad Earl. You think aright, Lucy Potter."
"I hope I always do," she said, as the jeweler came out himself to try the ring on her finger. "Perfect," she said, touching it, smiling.
Everyone around was smiling, which made her blush. But she kissed David quickly, making everyone smile even more.
They left the shop to walk along the busy gaslit street.
"You"ll miss this," he said.
"I"ll miss shops to hand, yes, but only when I need something and can"t get it instantly. Patience is a virtue, they say."
"And antic.i.p.ation makes the reward greater. As with our wedding night."
She smiled. "It does seem a long time to wait, so I expect a very great reward."
"And me without an Ouroborus room or a splendid bath."
"You"ll just have to do your dragonish best without, Lord Wyvern, and I have complete faith in you."
That night Lucy took out her pretty pink journal and turned the pages, glancing at lines that began with descriptions of the beau monde, and recorded her increasing absorption with Lord Wyvern, and then with David. She smiled at the way it wandered into sc.r.a.ps and flowers, and lastly to sketched but very practical plans for her new home.
She didn"t expect to have further need of faux poetry to record her thoughts.
She considered for a while and then wrote, Love and Horror. That"s where this story starts.
But horror flees, leaving only happy hearts.
Love is a power of awe-inspiring might, But love is a blessing and my true delight.
She smiled as she closed the book. She"d never be a true poet, but she"d ended with rhythm and rhyme, which seemed as good an omen for her future as any.
Author"s Note
A Shocking Delight follows a story first told in a novel published in 2001 called The Dragon"s Bride. That was about Con and Susan and took place nearly a year before the events in A Shocking Delight. At the beginning of The Dragon"s Bride, David was just getting used to being Captain Drake; by the end he was adding the earldom to his responsibilities. Some characters grab the reader"s attention and he is one. Ever since the publication of The Dragon"s Bride, my readers have been asking for his story.
The Dragon"s Bride was a finalist for the RITA Award for Best Historical and is available in print and as an e-book. The connected novella, "The Demon"s Mistress" (which is about Van and Maria), was also a RITA finalist, and is available as an e-book.
The Dragon"s Bride is the sixth book in a series about the Company of Rogues, which are now all available as e-books, and mostly still in print as well. There are fourteen in all, so if you like them, there"s a feast. Many readers are now enjoying reading them one after the other and following the long story arc. There"s a list in the front of this book and more information on my Web page at www.jobev.com/reghist.html.
It was on a research trip to the Devon coast in 2000 that my husband and I fell in love with the area and decided that if we moved back to England from Canada, we"d look for a home there. We did that in 2010, but not in the area used in this novel, but further west, on the coast beyond Exeter.
Dragon"s Cove and Church Wyvern are very loosely based on the town of Beer in east Devon, very near to the border with Dorset. Beer was a major smuggling area in the eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, and continued so, but as indicated in the book, the glory days were over. Increased enforcement and better communications as the nineteenth century progressed made smuggling more and more difficult. In the end, however, it was the lowering of taxes on many goods that undercut it. By the mid-nineteenth century the old smuggling world had ended, though as we know, smuggling itself never does. It simply changes to different locations, methods, and goods.
Even though Beer was an important smuggling location at the time of the book, I couldn"t use it as a location for two reasons. One was that I was going to significantly alter reality, and I try not to do that to real places. The other was that at that exact time a real, and famous, person was in charge of smuggling in the Beer area. Jack Rattenbury is mainly famous because he left an autobiography, almost certainly written by someone else on his behalf, and first-person accounts of smuggling are rare. He"s a fascinating character, but there"d be no place for him in my novel.
His autobiography is Memoirs of a Smuggler, and is available online. There"s also plenty of other information about him on the Web. I did use him a bit for my idea of Melchisadeck Clyst.
Beer is a fascinating place to visit if you"re in that part of England. The old town still runs down the steeply sloping road to the beach, and boats are pulled up onto the sh.o.r.e. There are also extensive quarries nearby that go back to Roman times and can be visited. There was significant boat building there in the past, and Beer luggers were very popular smuggling ships. Modern versions are still raced.
I"ve set many books in the fashionable parts of Regency London, but I enjoyed exploring the City of London for this book. That is a clearly defined area to this day, leading to much confusion. The huge London area is not a city. If you"re ever asked if London is one of the largest cities in the world, that"s a trick question. The only city there is the square mile of the old walled City of London. Greater London is a metropolitan area.
The Lord Mayor of London, of d.i.c.k Whittington fame, is a largely ceremonial post, whereas the Mayor of London-currently Boris Johnson-is a position of great responsibility and power.
That"s why, particularly in the past, people talked of going to Town, or being in Town. Town also came to mean the western part of London, the fashionable part, the "west end," as it"s still called. And yes, the population of "greater London" had reached a million by the Regency. I was surprised by that. It"s wonderful what one finds when researching a book!
If you"re new to my books, I hope you"ll explore the rest of my work. There"s a bit of everything! Most of my fiction is set in the Georgian and Regency periods, but I have published four medieval novels. I"ve also written a lot of novellas, and in some of those I"ve gone to the wild side. "The Dragon and the Virgin Princess" is set in a fantasy Middle Ages with, of course, dragons. "The Raven and the Rose" is in the real twelfth century, but involves the Holy Grail. "The Trouble with Heroes" is a science-fiction romance set on a colonized planet far, far away. They are all now available individually as e-books, and some are still available in their original print anthologies. You can find out more on my Web site, www.jobev.com.
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All best wishes, Jo The characters featured in A Shocking Delight made an earlier appearance in Jo Beverley"s The Dragon"s Bride Here"s a preview of how their story began. . . .
May 1816
The south coast of England
The moon flickered briefly between windblown clouds, but such a thread-fine moon did no harm. It barely lit the men creeping down the steep headland toward the beach, or the smuggling master controlling everything from above.
It lightened not at all the looming house that ruled the cliffs of this part of Devon-Crag Wyvern, the fortresslike seat of the blessedly absent Earl of Wyvern.
Absent like the riding officer charged with preventing smuggling in this area. Animal sounds-an owl, a gull, a barking fox-carried across the scrubby landscape, constantly reporting that all was clear.
At sea, a brief flash of light announced the arrival of the smuggling ship. On the rocky headland, the smuggling master-Captain Drake, as he was called-unshielded a lantern in a flashing pattern that meant "all clear."
All clear to land brandy, gin, tea, and lace. Delicacies for Englishmen who didn"t care to pay extortionate taxes. Profit for smugglers, with tea sixpence a pound abroad and selling for twenty times that in England if all the taxes were paid.
In the nearby fishing village of Dragon"s Cove, men pushed boats into the waves and began the urgent race to unload the vessel.
"Captain Drake" pulled out a spygla.s.s to scan the English Channel for other lights, other vessels. Now that the war against Napoleon was over, navy ships were patrolling the coast, better equipped and manned than the customs boats had ever been. A navy cutter had intercepted the last major run, seizing the whole cargo and twenty local men, including the previous Captain Drake.
A figure slipped to sit close to him, one dressed as he was all in dark colors, a hood covering both hair and the upper face, soot muting the pallor of the rest.
Captain Drake glanced to the side. "What are you doing here?"
"You"re shorthanded." The reply was as sotto voce as the question.
"We"ve enough. Get back up to Crag Wyvern and see to the cellars."
"No."
"Susan-"
"No, David. Maisie can handle matters from inside the house, and Diddy has the watch. I need to be out here."
Susan Kerslake meant it. This run had to succeed or heaven knew what would become of them all, so she needed to be out here with her younger brother even if there was nothing much she could do.
For generations this area had flourished, with smuggling the main enterprise under a series of strong, capable Captain Drakes, all from the Clyst family. With Mel Clyst captured, tried, and transported to Botany Bay, however, chaos threatened. Other, rougher gangs were trying to move in.
The only person in a position to be the unquestioned new Captain Drake was her brother. Though he and she went by their mother"s name of Kerslake, they were Mel Clyst"s children and everyone knew it. It was for David to seize control of the Dragon"s Horde gang and make a profit, or this area would become a battleground.
He"d had to take on the role, and Susan had urged him to it, but she shivered with fear for him. He was her younger brother, after all, and even though he was a man of twenty-four, she couldn"t help trying to protect him.
The black-sailed ship on the black ocean was barely visible, but a light flashed again, brief as a falling star, to say that the anchor had dropped. No sign of other ships out there, but the dark that protected the Freetraders could protect a navy ship as well.
She knew that Captain de Root of the Anna Kasterlee was an experienced smuggler. He"d worked with the Horde for more than a decade and had never made a slip. But smuggling was a chancy business. Mel Clyst"s capture had shown that, so she kept every sense alert.
At last her straining eyes glimpsed the boats surging out to be loaded with packages and half-ankers of spirits. She could just detect movement on the sloping headland, which rolled like the waves of the sea as local men flowed down to the beach to unload those small boats.
They"d haul the goods up the cliff to hiding places and packhorses. Many would carry the goods inland on their backs to secure places and to the middlemen who"d send the cargo on to Bath, London, and other cities. A week"s wages for a night"s work and a bit of "baccy and tea to take home. Many would have sc.r.a.ped together a coin or two to invest in the profits.
To invest in Captain Drake.
Some of the goods, as always, would be hidden in the cellars of Crag Wyvern. No Preventive officer would try to search the home of the Earl of Wyvern, even if the Mad Earl was dead and his successor had not yet arrived to take charge.
His successor.
Susan was temporary housekeeper up at Crag Wyvern, but as soon as the new earl sent word of his arrival, she"d be out of there. Away from here entirely. She had no intention of meeting Con Somerford again.
The sweetest man she"d ever known, the truest friend.
The person she"d hurt most cruelly.
Eleven years ago.
She"d been only fifteen, but it was no excuse. He"d been only fifteen, too, and without defenses. He"d been in the army for ten of the eleven years since, however, so she supposed he"d have defenses now.
And attacks.
She shivered in the cool night air and turned her anxieties on the scene before her. If this run was successful, she could leave.
"Come on, come on," she muttered under her breath, straining to see the first goods land on the beach. She could imagine the powerful thrust of the oarsmen racing to bring the contraband in, could almost hear the muttering excitement of the waiting men, though it was probably just the wind and sea.
She and David had watched runs before. From a height like this everything seemed so slow. She wanted to leap up and help, as if the run were a huge cart that she could push to make it go faster. Instead she stayed still and silent beside her brother, like he was, watchful for any sign of problems.
Being in command was a lonely business.
How was she going to be able to leave David to his lonely task? He didn"t need her-it was disconcerting how quickly he"d taken to smuggling and leadership-but could she bear to go away, to not be here beside him on a dark night, to not know immediately if anything went wrong?
And yet, once Con sent word he was coming, she must.
Despite treasured summer days eleven years ago, and sweet pleasures. And wicked ones . . .
She realized she was sliding again under the seductive pull of might-have-beens, and fought clear to focus on the business of the moment.
At last the first of the cargo was landing; the first goods were being carried up the rough slope. It was going well. David had done it.
With a blown-out breath, she relaxed on the rocky ground, arms around her knees, permitting herself to enjoy the rough music of waves on shingle, and the other rough music of hundreds of busy men. She breathed in the wind, fresh off the English Channel, and the tense activity all around.
Heady stuff, the Freetrade, but perilous.
"Do you know where the Preventive officer is?" she asked in a quiet voice that wouldn"t carry.
"Gifford?" David sent one of the nearby men off with a quiet command, and she saw some trouble on the cliff. A man fallen, probably. "There"s a dummy ship offsh.o.r.e five miles west, and with luck he and the boatmen are watching it, ready to fish up the goods it drops into the water."
Luck. She hated to depend on luck.
"Poor man," she said.
David turned his head toward her. "He"ll get to confiscate a small cargo like Perch did under Mel. It"ll look good to his superiors, and he"ll get his cut of the value."
Lieutenant Perch had been riding officer here for years, with an agreeable working relationship with the Dragon"s Horde gang. He"d recently died from falling off a cliff-or being pushed-and now they had young, keen Lieutenant Gifford to deal with.
"Let"s hope that satisfies him," Susan said.
He gave a kind of grunt. "If Gifford were a more flexible man, we could come to a permanent arrangement."
"He"s honest."
"d.a.m.n nuisance. Can"t you use your wiles on him? I think he"s sweet on you."
"I don"t have any wiles. I"m a starchy housekeeper."
"You"d have wiles in sackcloth." He reached out and took her hand, his so solid and warm in the chilly night. "Isn"t it time you stopped working there, love? There"ll be money aplenty after this, and we can find someone else who"s friendly to the trade to be housekeeper."