I’m delighted to help my fabulous friend Shehanne Moore celebrate the release of her novel The Unraveling of Lady Fury!  This is a racy historical Romance with rules and rum, ships and secrets — and a beautiful heroine and a rakishly-handsome hero, of course!

One question writers are asked frequently is whether their main characters are really thinly-veiled versions of themselves.  That’s the subject of my first question, and things degenerated quickly from there as they often do when writers get together.

Charley:  Now, I know Lady Fury isn’t you (or vice versa), but you do share a few characteristics—both being smart, feisty gals who don’t take any guff or suffer fools quietly.  I’d like to help your readers figure out where Shey ends and Fury begins, to resolve any question about who’s in charge here.

Shey:  Well she is obvi. But where she ends and I begin?  Well? I don’t keep my hubby where she does. Not to say I’ve not considered it. Sorry, Mr. Shey. I’ve never set sex rules like her either. Of course, she does have her reasons…

 

Charley:  Lady Fury has rules for her, um, interactions with Flint.  What’s the most unique rule you live by?

Shey:  Long as I can get my lippy on in the morning, whatever’s gone before– the hell with the rest.

 

Charley:  You’re renowned on at least two continents for your culinary skills, does Lady Fury share your prowess in the womanly arts?

Shey:  Well that depends on what skills we are talking of here, Charley. I take it you mean cooking? Let’s face it, it would be hard for her—for anyone—to share my actual prowess.  In her grueling back story she did more than her fair of cooking. That’s why she now has Susan. Not that there’s exactly a lot of food around for Susan to cook.

 

Charley:  In your book, Lady Fury is working on creating an heir.  What’s the craziest place you ever considered trying for one?

Shey:  Oh. Let me see. The Eiffel Tower. But I never yet got up it. So obvi I had to reconsider.  Of course I never had boys…. Hey–maybe that’s why.

 

Charley:  I hear you’re a climber of hills, both literal and figurative – does Fury share your athletic inclinations?  In other words, who would reach the top first?

Shey:  You did say the top right? Nothing to do with Flint’s attempts to undermine her rules by suggesting on top?  Well, I don’t see her on any Scottish mountains in that dress. But then I couldn’t possibly swim a part of the English channel like she does. Hell, you are looking at the woman who nearly drowned in—what’s the name of  that kids’ ride in Blizzard Beach, Florida  again? The one that’s six inches deep?  

 

Charley:  Have you ever broken the law?  Aside from decking the random dude who gets in your way, I mean.

Shey:  If I was to tell you that Charley D. and any police were reading, I would be arrested, you might be too. Seriously. As Fury would tell you there’s some things a woman keeps secret. But I may email yah later with the gory details, unlike Fury ever would.

 

Charley:  You mean she keeps secrets?

Shey:  Sorry. I can’t tell you.

 

Quickies:

Yes or No? Yes is such a nice word.

Night or Day? Always had a thing for vampires.

Silly or Serious? Defo serious.

Casual or Glamorous? Well I love 6 inch stilettos and red lippy.

Walk or Ride? I think I walk plenty enough as it is.

Lights On or Lights Off? Candles actually.

Indoors or Outdoors? Depends on what is through the door.

Chests:  hairy or smooth? Smooth.

Abs or Ass?  When both are sexy don’t ask a girl to choose.

Length or Girth? Ooh that’s hard.

Wind or rain? C’mon I’m Scots.  You gotta gimme sun.

 

The Unraveling of Lady Fury by Shehanne Moore

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…

Thanks so much for coming, Shey!  It’s always so much fun to chat with you, and your book sounds fabulous.

To get your copy of Shehanne Moore’s The Unraveling of Lady Fury published by Etopia Press, click the gorgeous cover up top, or zip over to Amazon from here.

Catch up with Shehanne Moore.  Her blog is always entertaining, and she has a book trailer with more on the infamous rules (and nice visuals, you’ll want to check it out!).

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