Diane Scott Lewis's new book, Hostage to the Revolution, is the perfect reading for historical fiction lovers fond of the Poldark saga, of tales set in the English Georgian Era or the French Revolution, or for those already appreciating her writing.
The story of young Frenchwoman, Bettina Jonquiere, came to Diane, while travelling through Cornwall a few years back. Once back in the States, she thoroughly researched the eighteenth century and gave life to Escape the Revolution, set mostly in Cornwall, which was her first novel, and now to a sequel, Hostage to the Revolution, set in New Orleans and France.
The story of young Frenchwoman, Bettina Jonquiere, came to Diane, while travelling through Cornwall a few years back. Once back in the States, she thoroughly researched the eighteenth century and gave life to Escape the Revolution, set mostly in Cornwall, which was her first novel, and now to a sequel, Hostage to the Revolution, set in New Orleans and France.
Hostage to the Revolution: book blurb
Sequel
to Escape the Revolution. In 1796,
ruined countess Bettina Jonquiere leaves England after the reported drowning of
her lover, Everett. In New Orleans she
struggles to establish a new life for her children. Soon a ruthless Frenchman demands
the money stolen by her father at the start of the French Revolution. Bettina
is forced on a dangerous mission to France to recover the funds. She unravels
dark family secrets, but will she find the man she lost as well?
Read an excerpt
The woman lowered her Carnival mask to reveal the perfect, glacial
features of Lucrece Bardou, Geralde’s former fiancée.
Lucrece raised her elegant brows. “Very well, we’ll talk here. Are you
seeing my Geralde? You have been noticed with him these past months.” She
swatted her fan. “And you were dancing with him out front, like two peasants.”
Bettina half-expected this and stifled a laugh. The wine seeped into
her muscles, calming her. “We have spent time together, yes. Why is it your
business? I heard you were involved with someone else.”
Lucrece tipped up her perfect chin. “That didn’t work out. Geralde and
I were practically married. I plan to convince him to change his
profession and settle down, with me.” She poked her fan into Bettina’s face.
“Without you underfoot.”
Bettina swiped the fan aside. “If he wants to court me, that is our
affair.” She grew irritated, yet the idea of his courting her again sent
excited quivers along her body. But what about Everett? Could she banish the
idea of cheating on a man declared dead? Would the deep hollow in her heart
finally heal? “I have nothing more to say to you, Madame.”
“You stay away from him, I’m warning you.” Lucrece turned. A masked man
bowed in her path. She jabbed her fan into his chest. “You had better not be a
Negro, sir. The law forbids you to mask.” She tossed her curls in superiority
and flounced off.
Bettina laughed at the woman’s haughtiness and walked in the other
direction from the shrew. She looked around for Geralde, unsure if she should warn
him about Lucrece. He may not even want to court Bettina again, and she
couldn’t blame him. She’d find him and ask him to dance with the others, under
the gigantic crystal chandelier that shimmered and reflected candlelight in
sprinkles across the ceiling and walls.
Someone tugged on her sleeve. Bettina glanced down to a Negro child
dressed in white cap and apron. “Yes, dear?”
“Pardon, Madame. A man wishes to speak to you.” The girl stared up with
large black eyes. “He is on the side gallery.”
Was it Geralde, hiding from Lucrece? “Show me where. Is he a handsome
man in buckskins?” She followed the child down a short hallway to a set of long
windows. Then she hesitated, uneasy in the shadows. “Can you ask him to come
inside?”
“He says he has news about your children.” The girl opened the windows.
Could Fred be here? Were the children ill? Bettina winced and poked her
head out to scan the dark porch. “Who is here?” Now she wished she’d brought someone
with her.
A man stepped forward, and waved the girl off. The long windows clicked
shut. “I have news from your nephew. You must return to the cottage.”
“What has happened? Are my children all right?” She hurried out,
thoughts confused.
He clasped her arm. “Come with me, Madame, and I will explain.”
“Tell me who you are first.” She resisted his tug on her arm,
her skin prickling.
His grip tightened and he shuffled her toward the steps. “Do not fight
me, I have a gun.”
“Mais non. How dare you. Let me go!” Bettina gasped and
struggled. A pistol barrel stabbed into her side.
If you've missed book 1, Escape the Revolution, and wish to read it, you'll find it here
About the author
Diane Parkinson (Diane Scott Lewis) grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, joined the Navy at nineteen and has written and edited free-lance since high school. She writes book reviews for the Historical Novels Review and worked as a historical editor for The Wild Rose Press. She’s had several historical novels published. Diane lives with her husband in Western Pennsylvania.
To find out more about Diane and her books visit her website
1 comment:
Sounds like an exciting read.
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