Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Penelope by Anya Wylde - Excerpt and Giveaway


I am very happy to welcome Anya Wylde today with an excerpt from her new book, Penelope.
I read and enjoyed Ms. Wylde's book, The Wicked Wager (see my review) and I will be reviewing this book on April 15th so be sure to check back for my thoughts. But two lucky readers will win e-copies of this fun title thanks to Ms. Wylde! First I'll tell you about the book, then sit back for a taste of the story. Then be sure to enter to win!

About the Book:

Leaving behind the rural charms of Finnshire, Miss Penelope Fairweather arrives in London with hope in her heart and a dream in her eye. The dowager, no less, has invited her for a season in London, where she will attempt to catch a husband.

Thus begins our heroine's tale as she attempts to tackle the London season with all her rustic finesse. Unfortunately, her rustic finesse turns out to be as delicate as a fat bear trying to rip apart a honeycomb infested with buzzing bees.

What follows is a series of misadventures, love affairs, moonlit balls, fancy clothes, fake moustaches, highwaymen, sneering beauties, pickpockets, and the wrath of a devilishly handsome duke.


About the Author:

Anya Wylde lives in Ireland along with her husband and a fat French poodle (now on a diet). She can cook a mean curry, and her idea of exercise is occasionally stretching her toes. She holds a degree in English literature and adores reading and writing.

The Excerpt:

The dowager cast a worried glance at the door while Lady Radclyff stared at the grandfather clock willing its giant needles to move.
“She is late, Mamma.”
“She will be here soon enough.”
“Do you think she is dead?”
“Annie, she is not that late!”
“Yes, but she is coming all the way from that … that Finny village. It has been raining all day and she refused our offer of a carriage. The post-chaise could have lodged itself in a pothole and overturned. I suppose she is lying in some gully, blood pooling underneath her awkwardly twisted body and not a soul in sight.”
“It’s Finnshire not Finny, and she has her maid with her.”
“Well, then the maid is dead too. The weight of the carriage finished her off well before her mistress. Poor Miss Fairweather twitched and trembled for eons fighting for that last breath.”
“I will seriously contemplate your very vivid scenario if Miss Fairweather does not arrive in the next five hours. Until then can we converse like gently bred women? If your brother heard you speaking like this, he would have you sent to the country for the next three seasons.”
“I am bored. I can’t go to the shops, go riding or feel excited about the season. Do you know that I attended a hundred and five balls last year alone, and that does not count the dinners and tea parties?”
“Miss Fairweather would have loved to attend a hundred and five balls last year. You have had the pleasure of three seasons, while the poor dear has never been to anything but the village dance.”
“What do you think she is like? Have you ever met her?”
“I have not met her, but her mother and I attended the same ladies academy. Her mother Grace was bright, full of life and laughter, and if her daughter is anything like her… ”
“Was?”
“She died giving birth to Miss Penelope Fairweather. Mr Thomas Fairweather, Penelope’s father, married the vicar’s daughter, Gertrude, within a year of Grace’s funeral. Gertrude went on to have five more children. I initiated a correspondence with Gertrude to ensure that Grace’s daughter was being well looked after—”
“You couldn’t have the stepmother drowning the child,” Lady Radclyff interrupted.
“Anne, Miss Fairweather is not an unwanted kitten. Where was I? Oh yes, Gertrude writes to me often. Her letters are full of her children’s antics. I feel as if I know them,” the dowager said dreamily. “I have imagined them growing up. They used to wail all night and then they were falling off apple trees ….”
“You are rambling again, Mamma. I don’t care about Miss Fairweather’s siblings. I want to know about her.”
“Why? You have never shown this much interest in any of my other guests before.”
Lady Radclyff sucked on a lemon drop, her mouth pursing in thought.
“The other guests were all the same. They say the same things, they are brought up the same way, and they all wear the same clothes. It is as if a single London lady and a London gentleman have been put into different moulds by God and recreated again and again. I can predict what the replies to my questions will be. No one is original. While Miss Fairweather sounds original.”
“Original?”
“I have never met a country bumpkin before.”
“Annie!”
“Well, it is true isn't it? How in the world are you going to introduce her to polite society?”

You can purchase Penelope on Amazon.com
You can purchase Penelope on Smashwords
You can purchase The Wicked Wager on Amazon.com

Please be sure to visit Ms. Wylde's website www.anyawylde.com

The Giveaway:

Two lucky readers will win codes from Smashwords to download the ebook version of their choice of Penelope by Anya Wylde! How do you win? It's easy! Just hop on the Rafflecopter. Good luck everyone!

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Disclosure:  I received no compensation for this post. I will be reviewing the book at a future date.

7 comments:

  1. When I was MUCH YOUNGER I thought it would be neat!

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  2. I've already found my Prince Charming but if I had not... I would not care if he were a duke - it would be enough to be the love of my life.

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  3. No, I wouldn't want to marry a Duke, because there is no way I would be able to hide that I am not well-bred!

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