New Historical! The King of Threadneedle Street

He owns three shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.
He knows Portuguese, Hindu, Mandarin and Morse code.
His assets net thirteen million.

Lord Preston wants the one thing money can’t buy…

(Imagine that intro in James Earl Jones’ voice.)

I’m proud to present The King of Threadneedle Street, my newest historical (set in 1871 England)  from Astraea Press. It might be my pièce de résistance, a tale of star-crossed lovers who take on the world.

Andrew Tilmore is a mad genius of sorts, who figured out at a young age how to make a killing in the stock market. (Did you know Threadneedle Street is the British equivalent to Wall Street?) He returns home after two years’ absence to find uproar. His sister is about to marry a lecherous duke, Andrew’s mother keeps trying to marry him off too, and worse, his childhood sweetheart is being sent away to start a career as a courtesan. He has tenants, investors, and family all counting on him to do his “duty,” but he can’t let Alysia go.

Alysia came to live at Ashton Park as a young girl with her mother, the infamous courtesan Violet Villier. When she died, Andrew was all Alysia had left. His parents fear his “dangerous attachment” to a courtesan’s daughter and will go to any measure to keep them apart. Andrew’s father is Alysia’s legal guardian and controls her inheritance. She makes a lonely living as a painter, but every time Andrew comes back into her life, it’s more and more difficult to turn him away.

Andrew knows he must choose either a life of wealth and fame, or a life with Alysia. Will he give it all away for the woman he loves?

Here’s an excerpt:

Freedom.   A dear luxury. Cloud-filtered sunshine and a   leather-bound volume of Shakespeare, so worn the pages lay open — simple   pleasures. Alysia Villier lounged in the grass before the lake, sketching in   charcoal.A   long shadow blocked the sun, accompanied by broad footsteps trampling the   grass.

“What   have we here, a unicorn caught sunbathing? Prime hunting,” came an almost   familiar voice. A sonorous chocolatey bass, somehow deeper and throatier than   when she had last heard it, and his Lancashire accent replaced by a genteel   inflection she found jarring.

“Not   at all,” she replied without opening her eyes, rattled by the jolt in her   pulse. “Such plodding footsteps could only belong to a troll. Easily outrun   by a unicorn. But trolls are really quite harmless, if you keep them fed.”

“On   unicorn meat?”

“No.   Pomeranians.” An old joke stemming from their mutual love of mastiffs and   disdain for yapping small dogs.

The   sound of his laughter was perfectly familiar. She distrusted the easy, boyish,   tone tempting her to believe all would be well now that he was here. She   winked open one eye, unsurprised to find their years of separation had   rendered him not at all like a troll. Over six feet of Gallic demi-god   sharing the same body with the most bookish man she ever met. Andrew Tilmore,   Lord Preston, heir to the illustrious Marquess of Courtenay. Drew, to her, or   when he deserved it, Troll.

“Lisa,”   he said in a tone he should reserve for a hot bath or rare cognac, and sat   beside her on the grass. “As lazy as ever, I see.” Adolescent teasing which   meant, So you managed to sneak away.   Bravo.

“You   were not expected until Friday next, Drew. Unfortunate timing you will no   doubt regret.”

“Why?   Is something amiss?”

“Only   the apocalypse.”

Andrew   snorted, waiting for her to explain. She would not. Lady Courtenay trying to   run her household for the first time — while pretending to arrange a ducal   wedding, which Alysia was truthfully in charge of — would not mix well with   the problem Andrew’s presence would bring. Specifically, his being in the   vicinity with Alysia.

She   pushed herself up on her elbows, mindful of the buttons she had loosed on her   bodice. He wasn’t looking, but fastening them would draw his attention. She   sat up and wrapped her arms around her bent knees.

Andrew   leaned in to catch her gaze, and she suppressed a shock. Of anxiety or   lust-related, she couldn’t say, but in the seconds it took to trade glances,   it became apparent that what his parents had tried to douse between them had   not yet faded. He cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger then   stroked the edge of her jaw, which in times past heralded a kiss.

Two   years ago, he would have mock-whispered, See,   I am making eyes at you, Lisa. Wet your lips, I will lean closer, and as soon   as you close your eyes, the violins will start. When you see firecrackers,   say so. Then he would overly pucker his lips, smacking them together like   a fish while she dodged, squealing. But sometimes his manner was quite   serious, and those memories were best left buried in the back of her mind.

He   was serious now. She knew that expression he wore, as plainly as though she   heard his thoughts. Still it made her stomach drop and her lips tingle with   longing. Alysia pulled away, not trusting herself to look him in the eye. If   she had any hope of surviving two weeks under the same roof with Andrew, she   had best set the precedent now for their behavior.

Available now in ebook: Astraea Press · Amazon · Barnes & Noble · Smashwords

Comments

  1. micahpersell says:

    LOVED the excerpt. Had to preorder post-haste! Congrats, Moriah!

  2. christicorbett says:

    You hooked me with the sentence about unicorn meat. and then sold me when you have them share a mutual distaste for yapping dogs 🙂

    This excerpt is wonderful and I can’t wait to read the entire book!

    *zooms off to Amazon*

    Christi Corbett

    • Hiya, Christi! Thanks for stopping by. I have the highest regard for your snarky humor – that’s high praise coming from you. Hope you enjoy the book, I’m very flattered.

      • christicorbett says:

        Moriah,

        My next credit card bill is going to be huge…I just figured out how to set up Wifi AND one click buying on my Kindle.

        So um yeah…I’ve bought five books in two days.

        Christi Corbett

        PS. If you love snarky humor you’re going to love the first two times my hero/heroine meet. Sparks and insults galore 🙂

      • Uh-oh, Christi. I’ve gotten myself into trouble with that “1-Click Buy” button before 🙂 Can’t wait to read your historical coming this summer.

        • christicorbett says:

          Moriah,

          I’m just to the part of your book where the peacocks are banished to the neighbor’s house so the Pomeranian won’t eat them. Love this!

          Christi

      • heh. I figured owners of large dogs (such as yourself) might appreciate that. And thanks for reading my book. I’m enormously flattered!

  3. Yay! Yay! {bouncing}

  4. Moriah, this is a fabulous excerpt and now I’m hooked!!! Can’t wait to read this and so glad it’s finally out!! Congrats and wishing you the greatest success!!!

  5. Vicki Lake says:

    This book loos wonderful! I love the cover!! Can’t wait to get my copy!

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