A CAPTAIN AND A CORSET
What a special surprise! Here to visit with us today is the amazing Mary Wine….
MBA&M: What is the allure do you think of Science Fiction to readers?
MARY: I think it’s a double edge sword. At least for me it is. Part of me is fascinated by the instant gratification of being able to say, Hey, wouldn’t it be great if we had some sort of device to just deal with that? I mean, right now. I love all the gadgets in Star Trek that just heal with the push of a button. Just imagine, no root canals! The flip side, is the horror side. What would we do with the power to overrule nature?
MBA&M: Which group of readers do you feel is easier to satisfy, historical or Science Fiction readers?
MARY: That’s a tough one. They are two different groups. But when it comes to romance, I think it’s very important to not forget that the relationship is central to the story. Otherwise, I’d be writing in another genre. At my core, I am a Romance writer.
MBA&M: How hard is it switch from Scottish historicals to fantasy?
MARY: It has been challenging. But I began in paranormal. History has always had a major part in my life. Yes, I was the kid that did well on those High school history tests, naming all the wives of Henry the eighth was fun! I met my husband at a renaissance fair. I really do know how to dance court dances from the 1400’s and I’ve even spent hours in the kitchen making puddings and tarts from the era. The bread is horrible. No yeast, so it’s doughy and dense. Most of my books start when I am sewing. That just seems to be when my brain turns on.
MBA&M: Writing in today’s world of social media,digital copies,and copyright issues?
MARY: It’s a challenge. On one hand, I love writing on my computer. I grew up with those…typewriters. Shudder. Since I still can’t spell my way out of a paper bag, the word processer is my friend. I am now shuddering as I recall retyping the same page of an essay over and over and over because of typos! I really think it comes down to the same principles that have always been around. A Publisher has only one way to judge what the readers want and that is by sales. If sales are low on a book, don’t expect the Publisher or the Author to continue the series. I only get paid when a book is bought, so if my titles don’t sell, I won’t be writing more. Simple really.
MBA&M: How much research is involved in writing “A Captain and a Corset”?
MARY: A lot. But again, it was stuff that interests me. I adore the Victorian era. I do own a bustle, several actually. I wear them and it really brings a deeper understanding of the era. I love all the secret societies and the rules. My Illuminists were born out of this ridged framework. I wanted to work in a society where, scandal of scandal, women had equal rights! Now just what would a lady do when faced with that!!!!????
Thank you,Mary,for stopping by today!
But then again, it was Bion. Nothing about her pleased him.
“If your glasses were in the correct place, you would not have alarmed other members of the crew,” he admonished.
“We are not aboard one of your ships, Captain, and I certainly will not be taking advice from you on how I keep myself in my bedroom.” She rose up on her knees, the need to face him head-on burning through any protest her common sense might have made.
“And I am not dressed, sir!”
“I’ve seen you in less.”
Her eyes widened, the deep tone of his voice setting off a ripple of excitement racing along her skin. Her mouth dropped open and satisfaction flickered in his dark eyes, the remains of her composure shredded.
Bion Donkova had fast reflexes, but today she was faster. Her hand connected with his face, delivering a slap that resounded loudly in the morning air.
She expected him to be furious; instead, the man growled. The sound sent her back, the sheer maleness of it making her shiver. Challenge appeared in his eyes and his lips curved up into an arrogant smirk. For a moment, he looked very much like a pirate, the sort of man accustomed to being ruthless in the pursuit of what he craved.
He gripped the footrail of her bed and leaned forward.
“But if you can’t tolerate the threat to your modesty, feel free to cry out. I’m sure Guardian Lawley will be happy to rescue you before you fall victim to a fit of vapors.”
Her temper boiled. If it were possible for steam to rise from her ears, it would have. But her pride refused to let his challenge pass. With a soft hiss, she forced herself to release the bedding and climb out of bed.
The urge to tug her chemise up to cover more of her breasts was also squelched as she lifted her chin and shot him a scorching look.
“I can handle your gutter behavior quite well. Look as you will. All that proves is how much you deserve my contempt.”
She intended to walk past him, but he captured her wrist, his larger hand closing all the way around her limb. It wasn’t the first time he’d manhandled her, but for some reason she was acutely aware of how much strength he had today. Tension curled through her belly, teasing her with a flicker of heat she’d never experienced before. It was dark and tempting and almost irresistible. Almost.
He chuckled, amusement still flickering in his eyes. His grip tightened a mere fraction, almost as if he might disregard her demand.
Pirate… ruthless and without boundaries. Why had she never realized just what sort of nature he had hidden beneath his formal exterior and endless lectures about duty?
She was trembling, the realization of which cut through her outrage like a rapier. Something in his gaze made it look as if he was reading her thoughts, which was impossible. But she felt it nonetheless.
He pulled her closer, until they were mere inches apart. “I do believe I might just enjoy your attempts to handle my gutter behavior, Miss Stevenson.”
His voice was low and edged with warning. What flared up in the depths of his dark eyes made her shiver. He felt it, that telltale reaction through his grip on her wrist. He smoothed his thumb across the tender skin of her inner wrist before lifting her hand and boldly pressing a kiss against the same spot.
It was nothing like the kiss Jonathon Saddler had given her. This was scorching hot and it stole her breath. Her heart began to race, feeling as if it were straining to break free of her chest. Every bit of self-control she had seemed to be slipping through her fingers like sand, leaving her without anything to hold on to.
With a savage jerk, she twisted her wrist, angling to break his grip at the weakest spot, as she’d learn in her Asian fighting classes. He straightened instantly, his larger body adopting a polished fighting stance to prove he knew far more about the Eastern arts than she did. Something lit his eyes, but she shied away from taking a closer look at it. A warning rose up from her mind, telling her to beware of learning more about this side of his nature. Or her reaction to it.
A Captain and a Corset
Steam Guardians, Book 2
June 4, 2013
There’s Trouble in the Skies…
For Sophia Stevenson, there’s no going back to the life she knew. She never asked for the powers that make her a precious commodity to the secret society of Illuminists—and their archenemies.
Captain Bion Donkova would give anything to possess the powers that have fallen in Sophia’s lap. If only the beautiful, infuriating woman could stay out of trouble, he wouldn’t have to keep coming to her rescue…
Bion and Sophia have friction to spare—and nothing fuels a forbidden passion better than danger…