Edwardian Romance is here
Regarding Eliza is now available! A little bit of mystery with a whole lot of romance. New York City in the 1910’s was a haven for free thinkers, suffragettes and women who wanted their voice heard. I love writing about this time period and especially researching women’s history during this turbulent time in American history.
Tortured by fragmented memories of her past, Eliza must face the truth…or be imprisoned for life.
For years, Eliza Lily has lived as the “distant cousin” of William and Jewel Bennett, who rescued her from a past she can’t remember. Now, amidst ugly rumors of who she might actually be, William plans to marry her to a suitable gentleman who can give her a home and safety. What better way to curb his own developing feelings for her?
Eliza wants none of that. She is no hothouse flower, and no man of standing will marry her due to her dubious past anyway. Not even William, whom she secretly loves. Instead, she focuses on her quest for social change. Her passion for women’s rights leads her to Greenwich Village and the suffragette movement. But as she finds her place in the world, her past still haunts her.
Only by going back to the scene of her lost memories can she hope to discover the truth and set herself free…to love and be loved.
Excerpt from Regarding Eliza:
“Whoa, slow down. It looks like I hit a nerve.” His smile dipped. “There’s something you’re not telling me?”
Fear at being discovered swept over her. No, the knife was safely hidden. William had no way to know she had Jeb’s knife. “I do want to go…”
“Going back after all these years…” To the place of her abandonment by her mother, who had never returned and therefore forever branded Eliza unworthy. Abandonment that had led to the Harrises and the bleak moment erased from her mind. Finding the knife seemed like a dark omen.
“Ah, of course, how stupid of me. The Foundling Home. I should have realized how hard this might be for you.”
Eliza looked up, surprised William understood. “It wasn’t such a horrible place, but I’m not sure how I feel about seeing it again.”
“There’s no reason why you’d have to. You’ll be socializing with people who have no connection to the orphanage.”
“I suppose in New York anything is possible,” she said, more to convince herself she made the right choice. “I don’t remember much of the place. All I remember is the drafty room where I slept.”
Lines of metal cots, the smell of starch and soap, nuns stepping lightly through the corridors, a large church with stained glass windows reflecting a kaleidoscope of jewels on the wooden pews.
William touched her arm before sitting back up. Eliza smiled at him to ease his obvious discomfort at her confession. “I’m making it out worse than it was. The nuns were always nice to me.”
Edging closer, he cupped his hand on her cheek. “This is the first time I’ve seen you smile since I’ve been here.”
The gentle touch sent a pleasurable thrill through Eliza. She tried hard to ignore the sensation, but the warmth of William’s fingers didn’t allow her to brush the feeling aside.
“That’s not true.” Eliza pressed her hand to her fluttering stomach.
William tilted her chin. His intense gaze bored into her, and she parted her lips. She longed to trace the dual scars on his neck, to feel the raised flesh, to know how he felt to her touch. She wrung her hands in her lap, afraid he’d kiss her, afraid he wouldn’t, light-headed, confused.