Please join me in welcoming sweet Regency novelist Philippa Jane Keyworth, who is as charming as the novels she writes. She is currently on tour with her latest release THE UNEXPECTED EARL.
‘Six years after being jilted without a word of explanation, Julia Rotherham finds Lucius Wolversley standing before her once again–unexpected, unannounced, unwelcome. With her heart still hurting and, more importantly, her pride, Julia must chaperone her younger sister, fend off fortune hunters, orchestrate a fake engagement, and halt an elopement–all whilst keeping the man who jilted her at arm’s length. But what Julia doesn’t know is that this time, the Earl has no intention of disappearing, and this time, he has more than an explanation to offer….’
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Now let’s find out more about Philippa!
What sort of writing education/experience do you have?
Writing education? Experience? What are those? Hahaha!
My writing education finished at GCSE, I haven’t done any formal qualifications since. And experience – well apart from writing lots in my free time – I don’t know what would classify as experience.
I’ve written since I was little, like most authors, the age-old tale if you will, and now at twenty-four have two books published by the independent house Madison Street Publishing. The second is The Unexpected Earl, which came out on the 20th September 2014! So that’s all very fantastic. But in truth, in some ways I feel just as much at the beginning of learning when it comes to writing as I ever did. I’ve picked things up yes, but there’s just so much to writing I don’t think I’ll ever get my head around all of it.
Describe the typical day for author Philippa Jane Keyworth.
Oh, typical doesn’t seem to apply to my life. Now look at me, picking apart the questions, hehe! But seriously, great question as it really made me think. I don’t really do typical, I’m a bit of an oddball, you see, and, with lots of plates in the air at once, what works one month won’t work the next.
At the moment what I’ve been doing is getting up when my husband goes to work which is nice and early. It gives me an hour to get ready and about an hour to write before I have to go to work or university, depending on the day. This has been working really well for me, in fact, as I write this I am currently just up for the day, it’s still dark, and I’m clinging to my coffee like a life-preserver
Some people are night owls, some are morning people, and I seem to be the latter. I take after my dad, so up early and cracking on when my brain is clear and productive is great. The only problem is I seem to be rather spent by early evening! But the plus side is, I’m managing to work steadily on manuscripts etc…and interviews of course…
What inspired your story?
In truth, I just love headstrong heroines, I always have. The books I read that really get me are the ones with strong female protagonists who aren’t afraid to speak their minds or the truth. Who are keen to fight for what’s right, and whose nature sometimes leads them into trouble. Julia Rotherham in The Unexpected Earl is like this.
And I really do think that none of us is perfect either, so I like to write that into my characters, they make mistakes and sometimes you want to box their ears, like I expect some people want to do with Julia and Wolversley my hero, but you also sympathize with why they’re doing what they’re doing.
Plus, I just love LOVE. I love writing about romance, and angst and the excitement but also the heart-wrenching-ness of beginning to like someone, falling in love and working through your differences. It’s all rather delightful.
Who is your favorite character and why?
This is hard. With my first book I could pick them out a mile off, but with this one it’s a little different. I have lots of peripheral characters who, hopefully, will grow on the reader, and I rather like them.
I like how Mr. Rotherham loves his daughter and they have this relationship that is half spoken and half unspoken.
I like James the stable master, and how he knows his mistress well and admires her horsemanship. And I like Fitz, Wolversley’s butler, who has white hair that looks like its been electrocuted and has a brilliant way of questioning his master without getting into trouble
And of course, I do like Julia and Wolversley. They are both wonderful, especially when together sparking off one another.
Then again, I am rather biased…aren’t I…?
Is there anything in particular you would like readers to know about The Unexpected Earl?
The only thing I want readers to know when it comes to things I’ve written is that I really want them to enjoy themselves. I wrote the books because I loved to do so, and I want people to be able to sit back with a cuppa and enjoy what I’ve written, escape from the world a while, and meet some characters they can come to have a liking for.
Ha! I’ve been trying to keep a bit quieter about this online as it’s rather different compared to what I’ve had published.
So I’ll leave you saying, I have already written another historical romance, in a slightly different time period, that I’ll be working on in the future. And as for what I’m working on right now, I’ll reveal it when the time is right
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And now Philippa has honored us with a little teaser from THE UNEXPECTED EARL:
Julia’s green eyes flashed dangerously. Her face contorted into a scowl before she unfurled her fan and looked about her. Wolversley could see that an excuse was on the tip of her tongue and she was about to disappear into the crowds.
He cut in before she had the chance. “I simply wish to dance with you.”
He did wish it. He had not seen her in six years. Six long years. Now she was here before him, and even her temper was not dampening his wish to dance with her. She was perplexing—and intriguing. The suddenness of their re-acquaintance had taken him by surprise, and evidently her as well.
“And I simply say, no! Do not lie to me, my lord. You have clearly succumbed to propriety’s demand for you to partner me—your host’s spinster daughter. In light of that, excuse me for not finding the offer flattering or leaping to accept it.”
“You see straight through my manners.” His mouth curved up on the right side into a half smile of admiration for her wit. He had forgotten just how quick her wit could be. Despite the unladylike rebuff, he bowed in acknowledgment and then attempted to present what he thought was another olive branch. “We have not spoken for these six years—may I at least procure a little conversation from you?” Let her speak, just a little. How much in this moment he wished to hear her talk!
When he saw the look in her eyes, he knew he was flogging a dead horse. She had no intention of remaining in his company an instant longer than she must.
His own intentions were a little less clear to him. Why was he seeking her out? Was it guilt, or surprise at seeing her again? Or was it merely a curiosity—after so much self-discipline in avoiding her—to see for himself the woman she had turned into?
“You showed no such desire when you abruptly severed our acquaintance six years ago, my lord. It therefore seems odd that you should seek conversation now. What reason could you possibly have?” Her voice was less flustered, instead of the wildly changing pitch there was a warning edge to it.
Wolversley set his jaw. It appeared her rudeness knew no bounds. He had assumed from her silence at the door that she could barely remember him and was embarrassed when he took her hand. Clearly, that was not the case. The more he tried to talk with her, the more he beheld the lack of manners and quick temper that had plagued her youth—and played a merry role in their many adventures together. Where time had clouded the extent of both these attributes in his mind, the present was rapidly bringing back the memory in full, rich color.
Her parents’ supervision had, when she was younger, kept her lack of manners somewhat in check. He was sure that even now, her father and mother’s absence had a part to play in her cutting conversation. Her unpleasant allusion to their past had brought a shadow over his face, but the exhibition of her temper and rudeness was producing a smile he could not help.
If his courtliness was so repugnant to her, perhaps touching upon their past, as she seemed so keen to do, would lay flat her hackles. “I simply wish to converse with an old friend”—he finally let the smile transform his face–“and beautiful woman.” He could not help that last part—it slipped out unbidden. But he should have known that the honeyed compliment would be too far a step….
“My lord.” She turned to face him. Her eyes held a resolve he could not remember seeing before. Her stance took on one of importance and quite suddenly she was no longer just the impetuous schoolroom miss he had seen when last they met. “Do me both the honor and the courtesy of ceasing these adulations with which you are smothering me. I am no great beauty. Even in my bloom I was merely pretty, as well you will remember. Nor have I ever, in these years apart, claimed your friendship.”
Her fan snapped shut. “Enjoy the ball. There are plenty of beautiful women who may indeed wish to converse with you and could even be persuaded to accompany you onto the dance floor.” She let the corners of her mouth pull upwards in something akin to a satisfied smile, but he perceived her eyes held nothing of mirth. “I have no expectation that our paths will cross again.”
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