Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Oh, My Lady Fury! You're Out... In Print!




My Lady Fury is celebrating a happy event. No, not that. In fact, more of that later. No, the happy event is that she is now available in paperback. Or rather, her story is - The Unraveling of Lady Fury. I'm delighted to welcome her 'biographer' - the intrepid historical author Shehanne Moore, who has climbed more mountains than I have eaten Schnitzels (and that's a LOT of mountains!). I'll shut up now and hand over to her. Take it away, Shey!


Do it with your boots on.

 “I don’t know. Ma always said—”

“Ma? What is this, old wives tales now? Next you’ll be telling me that if you’d kept your boots on, or I stood on my hands in the washbasin there, it would be a boy. Ma. Excuse me, I’m getting—”

“She was a midwife—before she was a whore,””

Firstly I want to thank the lovely Antonia for putting up with me again. She’s a sweetheart that way. That’s why I’ve brought along this:



I thought we could just forget about the blog and get into a fight with Incy Black instead, drool instead.

Secondly? Secondly I was going to try to behave. That’s not happening. Right?

Thirdly, I can’t believe it’s just over a year now since Antonia first asked me to come by and guest. I was totally hungover at the time. She told me I had a book out. I thought…really? Then, after reaching for the disprins, I reread her email six times and still didn’t make sense of it.

Anyway, that book is now out in print. Since the heroine needs to conceive an heir and she has rules about it too, fourthly let’s misbehave some more and look at some...




Lady Fury actually has a thing about the hero’s boots ruining her lovely silken damask bedcover. It’s enough to make her consider reviewing her rules on being fully clothed. Had she lived in Dundee, my native city, do you know that’s the advice she would have been given re the boots?

Although she’s not bothered whether it’s a girl or a boy she has, do it with your boots on and a boy results. Of course he arrives wearing these cuties:



How’s this from Hungary? Having sex on the night of a quarter moon also guarantees a boy. Oooh. I wonder what a full moon guarantees there? A were-wolf? Antonia….you would know this.

(I do indeed, but I couldn't possibly divulge. Sworn to secrecy, you see...AvZ) 



Or from Greece? Eating honey guarantees a boy.

Heavens. Does anything guarantee a girl?

This one from nowhere in particular was probably written by a man. Seduce him.

Flint, in a bid to elevate himself to grander accommodation and get Fury to renegotiate that ten rule contract, she slaps on him, starts spouting old wives tales he could have read straight off Google. Things about getting on top to have a boy. And getting particular food to eat. He’s starving nothing more, so he makes things up on the spot. Dare she disbelieve him though? Even though she wants to.


Let’s face it, people can get really nervy about conceiving. It’s a primal thing close to the hearts of most human beings. And they can get desperate enough to try anything.—although Fury is just desperate to get rid of Flint. But it gave me the idea as the book progressed to have a bit of fun. How far would you go? How much would you believe?

And actually some of his old wives' tales, about lying down afterwards are common sense. So obviously the old dearies weren’t as daft as all that!




The Unraveling of Lady Fury

Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching…


Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart. 


Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…

Here's an extract from The Unraveling of Lady Fury

She held up a hand. “Before you say another word, as I know you’re going to do, I know how much you dislike me. How much you pretend. Since the feeling is mutual, I think it’s best.”

In some corner of her soul, that wasn’t all that far, she knew this wasn’t the way to proceed and hope she would keep him, with his mile-high pride. But it was astonishing to think he believed he could do all that to her and she would still hold a candle in her heart for him. It didn’t matter he didn’t know all he’d done to her, which was maybe why he thought certain flames still burned.

“What about you getting on top?”

“Oh, I’ve been doing some research into that.”

“And?”

“And do you know—I never would have believed it—but it transpires that lying on my front is as good a way as any to conceive a boy. So long as you don’t stand up.”

Where she got this from she didn’t know. But she thanked heaven for it anyway.

“Are you saying Ma was wrong?”


 “I’m not saying anything. I’m sure she was right, a knowledgeable woman like her. But, as you always used to say to me aboard the Calypso, there’s more than one way of being right.”

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Check out Shehanne's website here: http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/




16 comments:

  1. Antonia. Hugs for this. I just love coming by and hanging out here with all my fav folks!!

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    1. Great to see you back, Shey. You're welcome any time - especially when you bring our favourite eye candy with you!

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    2. Well.. a little bribery goes a long way. We won't tell Incy Black.

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  2. You forgot the one about the spinning ring M'lady ... Great post and no hamsters here in Vienna? xxx

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    1. I left the hammies in charge today Jane. I am sure they re doing what I told them. Do tell re the spinning ring M'lady....... Sounds interesting. And hugs for coming by.

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    2. No - and there are no kangaroos in Austria either! Thanks for dropping in, Jane!

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  3. Helen of Troy had ships and all that, but Fury has her rules, and a clipper-not good with nautical terms-so Fury wins. Hah!

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    1. Ince,,, so long as we don't get into another fight over muses we are good xxxxxxx

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  4. Thanks for dropping by, Incy, Yes, Milady always wins. It's less trouble that way!

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  5. Actually I hear two bottles of wine does the trick. Oh...wait...that's not for a boy, that's just to help the mom to be relax and get in the mood. But who knows, it still might work!

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    1. Lol. Get legless you mean.....SO it probably does xxxx Yay! Lovely to see you blog buddy xxxx

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    2. Just as long as it's a good vintage!

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  6. All my impregnator (aka ex) had to do was chuck his trousers over the end of the bed and I was preggers. Still, I managed to get (or beget Lady Eff?) my pigeon pair, boy and girl. Not complaining. :-)

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    1. Hope he took his boots off as well, Noelle!

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  7. Ooh! Noelle. This is sure heating up. x

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