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About the Author
Twice shortlisted for the Romantic Novel of the Year Award, Jane Jackson is the author of 27 books. Sales of her 14 Harlequin titles written as Dana James topped ten million in 23 countries and 19 languages.
Cornish by adoption – her home since she was two – Cornwall's rugged scenery, fascinating history and pioneering inventors have provided the inspiration and setting for her historical adventure romances.
Jane has also taught novel writing and eight of her former students are now successful authors.
Jane Jackson is an award-winning historical author who writes historical romances set in Cornwall during the period between the Napoleonic Wars and the Edwardian era. Containing elements of adventure and intrigue, they explore Cornish life at every level of society and are emotionally-gripping stories of courage, ambition, tragedy, and the redeeming power of love.A professional writer for over thirty years, and twice shortlisted for the Romantic Novel of the Year Award, Jane Jackson has had twenty-seven books published (sales of her 14 Harlequin titles topped ten million in 23 countries and 19 languages) She has also taught the Craft of Novel Writing at all levels from Writers' Summer Schools and Ad Ed to the MA in Professional Writing at University College Falmouth. Happily married, she has lived most of her life in Cornwall the background and inspiration for her historical romances. Visit her at: Her website: http://www.janejackson.net/ Her Facebook: Jane Jackson Her Twitter: @JJacksonAuthor
Read an Excerpt
Melissa reached across to touch her father’s hand.
Glancing at her, he smiled wearily. ‘I know. Talking about it won’t change anything. And we have much to be thankful for. When I think of Sir John Poldyce …’ He shook his head. ‘To have lost a son in battle is bad enough. But to lose another to a duel … Such a waste. Yet life goes on. We go on.’ He was silent for a moment, then raised his glass in salute. ‘To Adrian.’
‘To Adrian,’ Melissa echoed, glancing at her mother over the rim of her glass.
Emma Tregonning’s hand trembled and she barely wet her lips before setting down her glass. In her half-mourning of lavender glazed cotton worn over a quilted silk petticoat of paler hue, she looked as small and fragile as a bird. Puffed white gauze filled the low neckline of her bodice, hiding a now non-existent bosom. Her world might have collapsed with the loss of her son, but she still clung to standards. Her brown hair, beneath a small lace cap, had been carefully dressed in curls and gathered into a low chignon at the back. But over the last 12 months the silver threads at her temples had broadened into wings.
Aware of this poignant anniversary, Mrs Betts had taken special pains with the meal. Melissa was relieved to see her father eating, though she doubted he was truly aware of what passed his lips.
She felt slightly ashamed of her own robust appetite. But, having that morning ridden out to the farm to collect this quarter’s rent, then later taken a long and furious gallop to try and dispel the inevitable frustration of her aunts’ visit, she had come down to dinner ravenous.
Her mother was finding it harder to cope. As the butler leant down to serve her a portion of salmon in a lemon and Madeira sauce with steamed asparagus tips, Emma raised her hand in refusal.
‘Lobb, please tell Mrs Betts how much I appreciate her efforts, but I find I have little appetite this evening.’
Exactly a year ago, on 1st June 1794, her firstborn son, a second lieutenant on one of His Majesty’s frigates, had been killed in action against the French.
Melissa had been shocked and saddened when the news came. It still grieved her to think she would never see him again. But, ten years her senior, Adrian had gone away to school when she was only three. George, two years younger, had followed his brother to school, then into the navy. Duty had sent them to far-flung corners of the globe, making their visits home rare and brief. So to her, growing up virtually an only child, they were strangers.
Though she loved them, for they were her brothers, her strongest feeling toward them was gratitude. Had they chosen to enter the family business instead of the navy, her life would have been far less fulfilling. She would also have been less of an embarrassment to her mother and the rest of the Tregonning family.