My guest today is historical romance author, Catherine Kullmnan. Catherine has dropped by to tell us about her latest release, The Duke’s Regret, which is the third in her Duchess of Gracechurch Trilogy.

Blurb

A Duke can demand anything—except his wife’s love.

A chance meeting with a bereaved father makes Jeffrey, Duke of Gracechurch realise how hollow his own marriage and family life are. Persuaded to marry at a young age, he and his Duchess, Flora, live largely separate lives. Now he is determined to make amends to his wife and children and forge new relationships with them.

Flora does not know how to respond to her husband’s avowed change of heart. Her thoughts already turn to the future, when the children will have gone their own ways. Divorce would be out of the question, she knows, as she would be ruined socially, but no eyebrows would be raised at a discreet separation and, perhaps, even a new love.

Can Jeffrey break down the barriers between them and convince his wife of his sincerity? Flora must decide if she will hazard her heart and her hard won peace of mind for a prize of undreamt of happiness.

What they say of Catherine Kullmann’s books: “So well-written and researched, but also thoroughly enjoyable” “Enjoyable Regency romance with an added touch of spice” “Deeply satisfying romance with a well-researched historical setting”

The Duke’s Regret contains spoilers for Book One The Murmur of Masks and Book Two Perception & Illusion.

Here is the scene Catherine is sharing with us.

“Yes, Gracechurch?”

Her husband reddened slightly at Flora’s acerbic tone but he came forward to stand in front of her. “I should like to talk to you without fear of interruption.”

She could not recall his ever having sought her out like this. When they were under the same roof, whatever they needed to say to each other was usually said during or after dinner. If they were separated, they wrote or had a secretary write a letter. What could be so important and so private that he came to her dressing-room, and at this hour?

She moved to a small armchair and gestured to the one beside it. “Please be seated.”

“Thank you.”

As usual, he was immaculately turned out. He had never subscribed to Mr Brummel’s dictum that a gentleman should dress in black and white only, and wore black trousers strapped under his shoes and a coat of russet-brown superfine that looked well over a waistcoat of ivory and gold silk. His linen was pristine as always and his only ornaments a seal ring and three understated fobs. He took his time seating himself, flipping his coattails so as not to crush them and gently pulling at the knees of his trousers. Once settled, he looked steadily at her.

“I have come to beg your pardon, Flora.”

She didn’t know what nonplussed her more—his statement or his use of her name. The last time she heard it on his lips had been during their marriage ceremony. “What? I mean, why? I mean—are you feeling quite the thing, Gracechurch?”

“I beg your pardon?”

This was the chilly Gracechurch she knew. Her old nurse used to speak of changelings; a child left by the fairies in the place of a human one they had spirited away. Was there such a thing as an adult changeling? She pressed her hand to her lips to conceal her smile.

“Flora?”

“I’m sorry. I suddenly wondered if a fetch sat opposite me.”

“A fetch?”

“A double—my nurse used to tell me stories—generally it was a portent of death, especially if one saw oneself.”

His fleeting grin surprised her. “So I should not look in a mirror? No, it is I. See for yourself.”

She had never voluntarily touched him skin to skin, nor had he ever solicited her touch. She took a breath and carefully laid her fingertips on his outstretched palm. His hand closed firmly as he bent and kissed them. This was no courtly gesture, more implied than real; his cool lips lingered on her hand. Annoyed, she tugged it free.

“If you seek to amuse yourself, Duke, I suggest you look elsewhere.”

“Flora! I beg you—I’m not—I mean, I want—”

He shook his head, stood abruptly and strode to the window, where he jerked the curtain aside to peer into the twilit garden below. After a few moments, he let the heavy, pink-and-plum-striped damask fall and turned as precisely as any guardsman to face her again.

“I am aware that I have been inconsiderate, even negligent, both as a husband and a father. I wish to make amends.”

Her mouth fell open. “Gracechurch, are you sure you are quite well? Have you seen a physician lately?”

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About Catherine

I was born and educated in Dublin. Following a three-year courtship conducted mostly by letter, I moved to Germany where I lived for twenty-five years before returning to Ireland. I have worked in the Irish and New Zealand public services and in the private sector.

I have a keen sense of history and of connection with the past which so often determines the present. I am fascinated by people. I love a good story, especially when characters come to life in a book. But then come the ‘whys’ and ‘what ifs’. I am particularly interested in what happens after the first happy end—how life goes on around the protagonists and sometimes catches up with them.

My books are set in the extended Regency period of the early nineteenth century—one of the most significant periods of European and American history. The Act of Union between Great Britain and Ireland of 1800, the Anglo-American war of 1812 and the more than a decade of war that ended in the final defeat of Napoleon at Waterloo in 1815 are all events that continue to shape our modern world. At the same time, the aristocracy-led society that drove these events was under attack from those who demanded social and political reform, while the industrial revolution saw the beginning of the transfer of wealth and ultimately power to those who knew how to exploit the new technologies.

I have always enjoyed writing, I love the fall of words, the shaping of an expressive phrase, the satisfaction when a sentence conveys my meaning exactly. I enjoy plotting and revel in the challenge of evoking a historic era for characters who behave authentically in their period while making their actions and decisions plausible and sympathetic to a modern reader. In addition, I am fanatical about language, especially using the right language as it would have been used during the period about which I am writing. But rewarding as all this craft is, there is nothing to match the moment when a book takes flight, when your characters suddenly determine the route of their journey.

You can find out more about Cathering and her books at

Website: https://www.catherinekullmann.com

Facebook: fb.me/catherinekullmannauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CKullmannAuthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15549457.Catherine_Kullmann

 

Thank you for dropping by to tell us about your book, Catherine. Wishing you many sales.


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