I’m delighted to have author Collette Cameron, and her characters Ian and Vangie Warrick from Collette’s Regency romance, The Viscount’s Vow, here today.
Welcome, Ian and Vangie. Can you please tell us how you met?
Vangie: It was at the Armstrong’s Ball. We had just been introduced, and Ian asked me to dance. I was so grateful to be spared Lord Pickering’s unwanted attention, I eagerly agreed, though Ian was looking a bit fierce.
Ian: Fierce? I don’t think I was fierce. Remember, Sweeting, I’d just lost my brother and father.
Vangie: Ian, you reminded me of a panther. If you’d had a tail, it would have been lashing back and forth, you were so agitated.
So you met at a ball. Was it love at first sight?
Ian: Oh, I was entranced from the moment I set my eyes upon her, but it wasn’t love. At that time, I thought she was responsible for my brother’s and father’s deaths. There was something about Vangie though that stirred me in a way I’d never experienced before.
Vangie: Ian made me nervous. He was so stern, but when became ill during our dance, he was such a gentleman; helping me off the dance floor, then caring for me when I fainted.
Yes, I recall the fainting incident caused quite a stir.
Ian: (Sighing, and running a hand through his hair.) Not my best moment. She was struggling to breathe, but I should never have been alone in the ladies’ retiring room with her.
Vangie: I don’t recall what happened, but I do know several of the ton’s peeresses were only too eager to defame me. They disdain my Romani heritage.
But you’re a Romani, a gypsy princess and the daughter of a baronet!
Vangie: True, but the haut ton isn’t known for being inclusive.
What was the most difficult thing for you to overcome in your relationship?
Ian: I was a fool. I listened to gossip about Vangie instead of uncovering the truth myself. It nearly cost me my wife. Not only did I have to earn her trust and forgiveness, I had to forgive myself for being an arrogant ass.
Vangie, how about you?
Vangie: I forgave Ian for the misconceptions about me when we were first married. (She shrugs here.) He made a mistake, as do we all. But when learned we might not truly be married, that he had deceived me in that, my heart broke. I wanted nothing more to do with the English.
Ian: Yes, I had much to atone for. (He takes her hand and looks into her eyes.)
Vangie, can you tell us one thing about Ian that no one else knows?
Vangie: He adores peach pie-no actually, it’s the crust he adores.
Something about Vangie, Ian?
Ian: She wears a dagger strapped to her thigh. Oh, wait you know that. She’s quite fond of strawberries. (He waggles his eyebrows here.)
(Laughing) I’m not sure I want to know anymore. When did you know you loved each other?
Ian: When we were attacked by highwaymen, and she saved my life.
Vangie: At Somersfield, when he returned from chasing his wayward sister. He was so charming. How could I resist?
So, what’s next for you?
Ian: I’ll continue building a superb line of horseflesh. I quite enjoyed my time in the Romani camp and am petitioning the House of Lords to guarantee the some rights.
Vangie: Oh, I do want to pursue my painting, and we’ve a trip planned to Scotland to visit Ewan and Yvette. (She glances at Ian.) The last we’d heard, Adaira, she’s Ewan’s sister, had gotten herself into a bit of mischief.
Ian: (Chuckling.) A bit? She locked the Earl of Clarendon in the dungeon for three days.
Thank you so much for visiting today. Is there anything else you’d like to say?
Vangie: Mi del o Del bacht sasťipen: May God give you happiness and good health.
And to you, as well.
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The Viscount’s Vow
Amidst murder and betrayal, destiny and hearts collide when scandal forces a viscount and a gypsy noblewoman to marry in this Regency romance, sprinkled with suspense and humor.
Part Romani, part English noblewoman, Evangeline Caruthers is the last woman in England Ian Hamilton, the Viscount Warrick, could ever love—an immoral wanton responsible for his brother’s and father’s deaths. She thinks he’s a foul-tempered blackguard, who after setting out to cause her downfall, finds himself forced to marry her—snared in the trap of his own making.
When Vangie learns the marriage ceremony itself may have been a ruse, she flees to her gypsy relatives, declaring herself divorced from Ian under Romani law. He pursues her to the gypsy encampment, and when the handsome gypsy king offers to take Ian’s place in Vangie’s bed, jealousy stirs hot and dangerous.
At last, under a balmy starlit sky, Ian and Vangie breech the chasm separating them. Peril lurks though. Ian’s the last in his line, and his stepmother intends to dispose of the newlyweds so her daughter can inherit his estate. Only by trusting each other can they overcome scandal and murderous betrayal.
“A brilliant tale combining Regency romance with exotic Romani culture.”
Noticing the numerous pairs of eyes watching him escort Miss Caruthers onto the polished floor, a wry smile touched Ian’s lips.
“I haven’t danced with any other ladies this evening. No doubt the rumormongers are hissing envious conjectures as to why I’ve asked you.”
She shot him a startled look before glancing around the ballroom.
“Why did you?”
“To see if what I’d heard was true.”
Ian watched for a reaction.
She opened her mouth then closed it. They waltzed around the dance floor for a few moments in silence. The string quartet was quite satisfactory. Ian allowed the lilting strains to soothe his troubled spirit.
“What did you hear?”
Miss Caruthers’s soft question reminded him of his purpose.
“That you are an excellent dancer.”
It was true. She moved with natural grace, following his lead, all the while holding herself in a most proper stance. He had to acknowledge she was a superb actress. Her gaze remained fixated on a spot above his left shoulder, except for one brief instance when she’d flicked her cobalt-blue gaze upward and unintentionally met his eyes.
“Is that all?” she asked softly.
He’d never seen eyes such a dark blue before. “All?”
“You’ve heard nothing else about me?
Her eyes held the perfect combination of trust and innocent curiosity. So convincing was she, that when their gazes fused, a peculiar jolt stabbed the center of his being.
What was it?
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Bio: Multi-published historical romance author Collette Cameron has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. She only teaches part-time so she has time for her greatest passion: writing. Collette’s been married for 30 years, has 3 amazing adult children, and 5 dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.
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