Last summer, after two months of pure despair at not being able to write, my muse offers me this at a wedding of all places.
There is a perversion that leads itself to the merry occasion that is the wedding ceremony for the desperately single that both fascinates and terrifies.
This delicious line would lead to my third novel Brunswick where the hero Lord Philip Joshua Latimer, the cousin of my first hero James happens upon a stunning red-head on the verge of murdering the obnoxious blushing bride who had ever so gently hinted at her sad unmarried state at damn near thirty though she was but twenty-five.
The murderous female is Lady Ursula Robinette a woman with whom Philip has shared a most tabulate history. She is best friends with his cousin James, was engaged to his cousin Nicholas and has been carrying on with Philip for nearly five year in her grandmother’s salon on Tuesday afternoons in away that can only be described as scandalously inappropriate.
The week bears possibility take my care when you go,