At seventeen, Miss Georgiana Blake knows that John Crawford is the only man she will ever love -- and that she will marry him when he comes back from war.
What Georgiana cannot imagine is that her marriage will become so important for her family, or that she will have to forsake the man she adores.
A man whose virtue is not forgiveness.
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John suddenly stepped up and delivered a great slap to Hugh's face. It was not a blow of a man against another, but an open handed slap as if Halford were a boy. The force of John's blow made the Earl’s wig turn on his head, and the glass in his hand was sent flying.
There were loud gasps, but still no one came forward or moved.
"Name the day!" was all that John said, and everyone knew what he meant.
Hugh was quiet and there were tears of anger going down his red face. Again John said, "Name the day!"
The Earl had no choice but to say, in a strangled voice, "The day after tomorrow!"
"Send me your seconds," John said.
He turned around then, and finally his eyes rested on Georgiana's face, but there was nothing like love in them. He swept his gaze over her beautiful dress, her powdered hair, her jewels, and there was an entire world of disgust in his expression. "Your ladyship," he spat out, and there had never been more disdain in two words.
Georgiana's lips parted to say something, but what could she say? She was used to playing a role, but she hadn't expected to be the villainess, the woman who had forsworn a passionate love and sided with injustice for money and position.
John had already turned his back on her as if she mattered no more to him than her husband, and he was walking away. The crowd of observers parted for him again, as if he could command their movement, and he left.
It was after this night that he became known as Mad Jack.
About the author:
I have always liked history, which was my minor at Georgetown University, and I decided to write books set at different times, providing information of what I know about each period.
As I travel a lot for my job, I always enjoy adding the sights and sounds of places where I have lived or been, even if the places that draw me might be considered "exotic": Istanbul, Kampala, Phnom Penh, Cuernavaca.
Apart from writing, I am a voracious reader, and I love film and television as well.
In my novels, I like to create multi-dimensional characters with flaws that lead them to difficult situations, from which they will emerge changed. The course of true love never did run smooth, so I believe that a certain darkness in tales of passion is always a good addition. I also like to add a dose of humor.
The romances I have loved are by authors such as Jane Austen, the Bröntes, Leo Tolstoy Thomas Hardy and George Eliot, among others -- though I don't presume to write as well as they did.
I try to stay true to different eras, while not alienating the reader by being too inflexible with the language and situations.