Read on for Part 2 of what happened once Erin Knightley alighted on English soil . . .
With my mother as my traveling companion and nine glorious days set aside for the experience, I anxiously awaited the trip for what it was: a dream come true. And was it ever! First things first: shortly after arriving, I met my editor, Anna, and publicist, Clara, at Fortnum and Mason for my very first tea. Oh, the decadence! Smartly attired waiters, gentle piano music in the background, personal pots of fragrant teas, and a delectable selection of finger foods. This was where I encountered that oft-mentioned treat of the Regency novels: clotted cream. My characters had eaten it, yes, but I had no idea what it actually looked like, let alone what it tasted like!
Astonished that I had never tried it, Anna and Clara watched with interest as I topped a scone. I was thinking it might be closer to whip cream, but quickly discovered it was more of a pot of buttery clouds than sweetened fluff. So rich, so creamy, so perfectly delicious – I could easily see why the lords and ladies of the ton would indulge!
Emboldened by the success, I eagerly went about experiencing even more. A tour of the Tower of London? Check! Hyde Park? Check! A spot of tea and a bun at The Pump Room in Bath? Check! We explored Sydney gardens, which was such a big part of The Earl I Adore, and we toured the Assembly Rooms, which was prominent in all three of the Prelude to a Kiss Series. We stayed in a Georgian townhome with its original 1790 kitchen (and kindly ignored the slightly burnt toast). We ogled Chatsworth and ooo’d and ahh’d our way through Blenheim Palace and Stourhead. I soaked in every detail of the fabrics, furniture, and furnishings of those glorious old homes, and paid more attention than was probably proper to the detailed and often naughty ceiling murals and statues.
It was all so very magical and wonderful (minus that one time I almost got us hit by a bus five minutes after picking up the rental car, which we’ll just pretend never happened).
Check back tomorrow for the final part of Erin’s trip! Does she eat the black pudding? Have we scarred her for life?!
After an exhausting Season spent at the mercy of the whispering Ton, Bath's first annual music festival offers Charity the perfect escape: freedom to indulge her true passion and play the pianoforte to her heart's content. That is, until their insufferably rude, though undeniably handsome, neighbour tells her to keep the "infernal racket" to a minimum.
Hugh Danby, Baron Cadgwith, is in Bath to heal hidden wounds, both mental and physical. He may think he's finally put an end to the noise next door, but he has no idea what he's begun. The more he discovers about Charity, the more he finds her bothersome, vexing, and . . . inexplicably enchanting. Before long, Hugh suspects that even if his body heals, it's his heart that might end up broken.
"Charmingly sweet and tender..." -Publishers Weekly
"One of the most beautifully crafted romances I've read in years.' - Jillian Hunter
"Charming, sensitive, and compassionate, this tale is Knightley at her best." -RT Book Reviews, 4½ stars
"This sweet treat of a romance will entrance you with its delicious humor and delectable characters." -Sabrina Jeffries