Authors: Nichole van
Tags: #Romance, #Historical, #Regency, #Romantic Comedy, #Time Travel, #Historical Romance, #Inspirational, #Teen & Young Adult
Hours later, Georgiana peeked down the cellar stairs. There, resting on the dirt floor, a large envelope gleamed in the darkness.
“Sebastian!” Breathless with excitement. “It worked! He sent something back—”
Sebastian was at her side in an instant. Again, clutching his hand tightly, they descended the stairs. She snatched the envelope and scrambled back up to the hallway.
Georgiana studied the envelope. There was a large post-it note affixed to it. James’ bold, swooping handwriting was unmistakable.
Congratulations, Georgie! Emme and I are so happy for you and Stratton. As I said, I could not have let you go to any less a man than he.
I am relieved the portal understands our lives will always be linked, allowing us to send messages to each other. You are so very dear to me, and I cannot wait to hear about the mysteries and scrapes you land yourself in over the years. Just as I am eager to tell you about my travels and life here with Emme. Be happy, darling Georgiana. Know that you have a brother in the twenty-first century who cherishes and loves you.
On another note, this came in the post for you. Or rather, for Stratton.
I love you, sister mine. James.
Shooting Sebastian a puzzled look, she opened the envelope. And gasped.
Inside was a plastic sleeve—so very familiar—but the letter was different.
Though she did recognize it, despite the paper now being yellowed and moth eaten.
Licking a tear off her lip, she wordlessly handed the letter to Sebastian.
Haldon Manor
October 7, 1813
Beloved keeper of my soul,
How I have missed you, my darling! I have returned, never to leave.
I had always imagined true love to be like a gothic romance: the brave, mysterious knight rescuing the swooning heroine, winning her devotion. But I was wrong. True love—true bravery—is a best friend who never gives up. Who waits for you, who comes for you, even through Death and Time, if needed.
Thank you for cherishing my heart, for keeping it close, long before I knew you held it. For indeed, you are my heart, steadily beating, fiery and bright.
I love you, my darling. More than anything and anyone else.
Georgiana
“Oh my love,” Sebastian whispered, kissing away her tears.
“—it’s just . . . the most divine—”
And indeed it was.
All of it.
Upcoming Books
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he House of Oak series will eventually feature four books (and perhaps a prequel novella showing how the locket was sent on its way to the US, but I haven’t firmed that up yet).
As of this writing, the books in the series are/will be:
Intertwine
(James and Emme)
Divine
(Georgiana and Sebastian)
Clandestine
(Marc and Kit—coming Spring 2015)
Refine
(Linwood and, yes, Jasmine—coming Summer 2015)
If you haven’t yet read
Intertwine
, book one of the House of Oak series,
click here for a preview
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Author's Note
As usual, when writing a story set in the past, I have incorporated select aspects of history and then blatantly made up others.
Some facts that I borrowed from reality and/or history:
Gooseberry societies and competitions were an actual craze in early 19th century Britain. The obsession described in this book was rooted in very real historical fact. Gooseberry clubs and competitions continue to be popular today. Also, I use the original meaning of the phrase ‘to do gooseberry’ or ‘to be a gooseberry’ in the book. The phrase isn’t one that most Americans would be familiar with at all. But nowadays in Britain to be a gooseberry means to be a third wheel, an unwanted interloper. Originally, to do gooseberry meant to be a lax chaperone—someone who was along for propriety’s sake, but would turn a blind eye to lovers stealing a kiss or two. The meaning of the phrase has just morphed and changed over the last 200 years.
Genealogical Good Samaritan societies do exist, though they usually focus on reconnecting descendants with old family bibles.
Cosprop (www.cosprop.com) is an actual organization which provides period costumes for film, television and theater. My thanks to them and to the Brigham Young University Museum of Art for the amazing Cosprop exhibit they hosted. There’s nothing quite like seeing period costumes up close and personal.
Additionally, Major-General Sir Isaac Brock was killed in the Battle of Queenston Heights near Tecumseh, Ontario on October 13, 1812. And from my (admittedly limited) research, the Eleventh Light Dragoons did see action on the Peninsula. Dr. James Carson, who I mention in passing, was an early researcher of tuberculosis working in Liverpool in the early 19th century.
Things I completely made up: the golden gooseberry of Labrador, the town of Marfield and all the estates listed in the book. Also, in several instances, I deliberately chose to use the American word for something instead of the British, just to avoid unnecessary confusion. For example, Georgiana runs around with a flashlight instead of a torch. But given that she is in the past at the time, she very well could have had a torch too . . . so you see the problem. Wherever I could, I chose the most accurate word possible.
As with all books, this one couldn’t have been written without help and support from those around me. I know I am going to leave someone out with all these thanks. So to that person, know that I totally love you and am so deeply grateful for your help!
First of all, thank you to all those who read
Intertwine
and sent me excited emails, asking about the next book in the series. Your encouragement and enthusiasm means more than I can say.
To my beta readers—you know who you are—thank you for your helpful ideas and support. And, again, an extra large thank you to Annette Evans and Norma Melzer for their fantastic copy editing skills.
A huge thank you goes to Lois Brown, author extraordinaire, for being a wonderful writing buddy throughout this process and ensuring Georgiana’s mystery was satisfyingly tied up at the end.
And I cannot even begin to thank my brilliant editor, Erin Rodabough. She has the amazing gift of being able to hone in on problems and provide solutions. No to mention just being an all-out awesome friend. Thank you so very much.
Thanks, again, to Andrew, Austenne and Kian for your patience and all the nerf gun wars waged outside my office door while I wrote.
And finally, no words can express my love and appreciation for Dave. Really, just . . . no words. Except, maybe, I love you.
Reading Group Questions
Oh yes, this book has reading group questions.
Why?
Well, the English professor in me couldn’t publish this book without making it vaguely educational. And obviously your reading group would show excellent taste by selecting this book—reading groups don’t always have to be about the classics and Oprah’s Book Club. Sometimes you just need a shameless don’t-judge-me read. And any book that has reading group questions has to have redeeming literary qualities, right? So you’re totally justified in assigning it.
You’re welcome.
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