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I'm an Australian author of Contemporary Romance, Romantic Action/Adventure, and Historical fiction. I live in Queensland, Australia. www.noelleclark.net

Monday, April 15, 2013

My guest author today: Shehanne Moore

We live on opposite sides of the world - me in Australia, and my guest in Scotland. Shehanne Moore, author of 'The Unraveling of Lady Fury', talks about the links that bind many Australians to their forebears. In the olden days, when Europeans first came to Australia, convicts were sent here from England, Ireland, and Scotland.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy this guest post from my Scottish mate - and fellow Etopia Press author - Shehanne!

It’s all that Bloody Code’s Fault
Firstly I want to thank the lovely Noelle for asking me along here today. One of the pleasures of being an author, is the lovely people you get to meet. It’s even lovelier when they ask you to blog. Of course the downside is you then have to come up with that blog.

Having blogged bad women, food, Jamaican aphrodisiacs,  recipes, pirates, pirates and pirates again, old wives tales, what’s left of my recently released book, The Unraveling of Lady Fury to yak about?

Well, I am visiting Australia ain’t I?  Ever wondered how come you inherited all these convicts from the other side of the globe? Well, blame it on the Bloody Code.


Okay so my last blog was about Bull Cod, I’ve not just changed a few letters there to come up with that. The Bloody Code was the 222 crimes in Britain which carried the death penalty. I’m quite astonished, looking at them, the things I’d have been hung for.  I have never impersonated a Chelsea pensioner, or damaged Westminster Bridge, but cutting down a tree anyone?  I’d be dangling with quite a few neighbors on that one. Writing a threatening letter?

Here’s a few others.
* being in the company of gypsies for a month
* strong evidence of malice in children 7-14 years old (Coulda been me here too!)
* stealing horses or sheep
* blacking yourself up at night

No wonder some judges and juries thought it was...too harsh. Why not bestow all these law breakers on Australia instead?  Simple really.

So what has The Unraveling of Lady Fury actually got to do with Botany Bay? Was  Lady Fury one of the 20% of the transportees, many of whom quickly attached themselves to male officers or convicts. A courtesan, as these women were called?  

The answer is nothing. Except the hero gets auctioned off ...behave yourselves, what kind of book do you think this is?...it was a legitimate slave auction in Port Royal, although thinking on his feet, had the authorities known he was the notorious Captain Flint, they’d have hung him instead.  The sad thing was he smiled at all the old dearies in the hope they would buy him. But they didn’t. Plainly they shoulda gone to the UK’s specialists....Specsavers.



Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching…

Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.

Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…


Fury sat down and dipped the quill into the ink. She detected the faintest trace of nerves. It must be the fact Thomas lay in the cellar. Why else would a man, so great, so stalwart, so worldly as Captain Flint be nervous of her?

   “Well, yes,” she said, listening to the pleasing scratch of the nib on the soft paper.

“Babies are not always made in a night. Of course, you wouldn’t know that, being you. It will take time.”

“All the more reason then to just get going. After all this time, sweetheart, you don’t know how eager I am.”

He strode across the tiled floor and the ink trailed a long dark path across the paper as he dragged her to her feet. Had it blobbed it might have been something to worry about. But she was very set on this. And calm. As calm as one could be having this man in her bedroom, knowing what was coming next out of dire necessity, her husband in a box in the cellar and her cast off, potential lovers on their way out the door.

“No, James.” She held a hand up between their lips. “There will be no kissing.”

“No kissing? Why in hell not?”

It displaced her calm to see him grin. She would have preferred that he was indignant. Especially as he was a man who thought he could settle all his arguments—with women anyway—with a kiss. But she kept her face cold, blank.

“Because.” In some ways she was cold. Cold with rage.

“Aw, come on Fury, didn’t you like my kissing? Hmm?” His breath, hot and male, brushed her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, splaying his hands across her back, so her hand might as well not have been there for all the protection it was.

But she was calm. Didn’t she have to get into bed with him after all? So, even the impulse to squirm was one she would squash. When she thought of all he had done to her, she would give him nothing. Not even the knowledge she found his proximity so unsettling that she sought to pull away.

“Your kissing was fine, in its way, I suppose. But kissing is a sign of affection.”

“How do you make that out?”

She knew exactly why he scratched his head. Their love-making had been torrid. It had been sensual. It had been shaming. And it had been absent of any affection. Certainly on his part. So, why on earth would a kiss be a sign of anything? To him anyway. She was the damn fool who had thought it had. Who even now was forced to concede the pleasure it would be to take her hand across his face to assist his understanding of her feelings. The impertinence of the damn man, the stinging ignorance.

“It just is.” She eased the distance between them a whisper. “So there will be none. Not now. Not at all.”

“All right then. Saves time. It means—”

“Rule two.” She saw his eyes freeze as he readied himself to yank off his shirt. She persisted anyway. Why not? In many ways she walked a tightrope here. If she paused it might be to her detriment. “You will be fully dressed at all times.”

“What? How the hell am I meant to—”

“I am sure you will manage. You managed plenty before. But I do not desire to look at your body before, during, or after. Nor in any shape or form wandering about this house in just your breeches. Is that understood?”

He dropped his hands from his shirt and glared, so he must have. “You wanted to look at it plenty before. In fact, it makes my head spin, just how often you—”

True. But that was then. “Rule three.” Clasping her fingers around the cool edge of the dressing table
to create another inch of distance, she continued.

“Rule three? You mean there’s more?”

“I will not touch you in any place, intimate or otherwise. I will lie. You will perform.”

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  1. Noelle, thank you for having me all these 'thoosands' of miles. Loved the trip there and to have another mate from another part of the world. Hope yir head is well recovered now. A wee dram if it's no. xx

  2. Shehanne! I enjoyed reading the history, but loved-loved-loved the excerpt. You've knocked it out of the park!

  3. what? Me? Jerrie...I think who I love is you!! xxx

  4. Great post, Shey! Now I feel lucky to be alive, because they would've hung me back then for sure. Not bad for a Monday. ;)

  5. Thx xx Chazzy. Not going to ask what off the list they'd have hung u for. Least I wouldn't have been alone!

  6. I'm so pleased to finally have a moment to slip over here and visit with you Noelle. Congrats on your new release and this most awesome post with the totally amazing Shehanne. Damn you never know what the lady is bound to say. And yes, I think a bunch of us would have been thrown in prison. Block party central!! Me,for blacking myself at night in order to troll more Shehanne! LOL BTW: I loudly troll her without shame. You two ladies deserve a huge hug! This is just what we need after yesterday. Take it easy. I think I'll start trolling you too Noelle. If you don't mind.

  7. Yes party central sounds ...oooooh... bring on the booze...bring on the men..might as well be merry convicts. Susan pulase troll for ever!!! U r awesomexx

  8. Hi Susan. Welcome to our discussion about the debaucheries of the Scottish who ended up here in the land of Oz! :-) Lovely to have you on board. Thanks also to Charley and Jerrie for joining in. Shehanne, you are a gem! The best trolls ever! :-)

  9. I know we are very debauched here! Yay. SOunding it out for the land of trollsxxx