Loving a series is hard, sometimes. You wait and wait for the gratification of that final book, but do you really want it? Because then the end will be upon us? Honestly, I can say to you, dear readers, yes, I am 100 percent ready for Lyon and Olivia’s book. Now please. I’ve been along for the ride with Julie Anne Long for nearly eight years, and I am here to tell you that It. Is. Time.
The good news is that Julie agrees with me, and The Legend of Lyon Redmond will at last be with us next week! I am so excited. Seriously I look like this:
Or maybe, more accurately, like this:
Kathe Robin, RT’s longtime historical reviewer — she’s been with the magazine nearly since its inception, more than 30 years ago — tells us that we’re going to be surprised by the ending. And Kathe knows basically everything about historical romance. So if I was excited before, we are now basically at DefCon 1.
Avon, who publishes the series, is all about whipping us into a frenzy, and I am only too happy to contribute to the frothing. So today we’re sharing an excerpt from the very end of the next-to-last Pennyroyal Green book, It Started with a Scandal. I gasped in surprise when I first read it, and even now I get excited, because while we’re getting the sweet finale to Elise and Lavay’s story, the last page of the book, more importantly, in my opinion, sets in motion the events of The Book We Have All Been Waiting For. Here, check it out:
They were married in the church in Pennyroyal Green by the Reverend Sylvaine. The wedding was attended by a very surprised but surprisingly sentimental Earl and Countess of Ardmay, and witnessed by happily weeping family members and servants.
And when they burst triumphantly from the church to the cheers of gathered onlookers, Philippe and Jack promptly climbed the bell tower together.
And then Philippe hoisted Jack up, and together they made that bell peal so joyfully it was heard in nearly every corner of Sussex.
And at the great celebration in the hall after the wedding, some noted that Seamus Duggan was a trifle more subdued than usual, and that his fiddle sounded a little more plaintive whilst playing the “Sussex Waltz.”
In London, Lyon Redmond, also known as Mr. Hardesty, a successful trade, was preparing to board his ship when a man in midnight blue, silver-trimmed livery strode up the gangplank.
All around their captain, hands went to swords and pistols, and the footman, to his astonishment, met a bristling phalanx of hard-faced men.
The footman bowed. “I seek Mr. Hardesty.”
“I am he.”
“For you, sir.” The footman extended the message.
“Hold,” Lyon said to the footman, who had, with great but unfounded optimism, turned to leave.
Poor Ramsey, who had won the coin toss, remained obediently motionless, face admirably impassive, while the tips of a half dozen swords glinted in the sun at him.
Lyon broke the seal.
He went still.
“Pay the man,” he said absently.
Someone flicked a guinea at Ramsey. He caught it neatly.
She’s getting married on the second Saturday in May.
And thusly, Lavay discharged his debt to Lyon Redmond.
Aughhhhhh, so good, right? Only a few more days, friends, until The Legend of Lyon Redmond will be with us. You can preorder your copy here: Amazon | BN | Kobo | iBooks | All Romance. And while we wait, you can check out some other coverage on our Everything Romance page.