17 July, 2020

Read an #excerpt from Regency Rumors (The Sinclair Society Series #1) by @SwaffordBethany

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A respectable family.
A few rumors.
A disguise.
An attempt to make things right.
Meet Juliet, the remaining member of the respectable Sinclair family that is tied up in some rumors. To check the rumors, she visits the Burnhams but gets mistaken for someone who wants the position of Lady’s maid. She eventually ends up taking the position in hopes to get closer to Mrs. Burnham and help the young and innocent Eugenia Burnham in her first London Season. While Juliet comes with good intentions and hopes to get things right, there’s a grave threat lingering around in the house. Will she be able to correct everything? Or will it be too late?

Read between the covers of “Regency Rumors”, the story of the young Sinclair, living the life she doesn’t belong to.

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The grim-faced butler who opened the door gave me a stern look and declared, “Applicants for the position ought to go around to the servants’ entrance.”
Startled, I blinked as I struggled to comprehend what he had just said to me. Position? Servant’s entrance?
“I beg your pardon?” I managed to ask as I held out my card. I had written Faircroft’s address on the back. “I believe there has been some kind of—”
He interrupted me with a huff, snatching the card from my hand. “Always the same,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. He stepped back. “Well, come in already, Miss Nelson. I shall have Mrs. Burnham informed of your arrival.”
Maybe it was because I didn’t have an escort when I knocked on the door, or perhaps because my appearance wasn’t quite up to the standards of current fashion. The walking dress I had selected for the visit was several years old, but I hadn’t thought it terribly out of style. I could have made the argument it showed the kind of taste that was respected by the ton.
The timing of my visit could not have been at fault. I had arranged to arrive at the beginning of the visiting hours, but in no way could I have thought it too early.
In any event, whatever was the reason for the series of misunderstandings that followed, my confusion was considerable. A cold wind encouraged me to enter without arguing. Surely I would be able to clear up the misunderstanding better once I was inside rather than on the doorstep. I had barely squeezed through the doorway when the butler closed the door, missing my shoulder by less than an inch. I flinched away on reflex, and so lost my chance to say anything for he walked away, leaving me standing in the hall.
I breathed out, pulling at the gloves on my hands. This was not how I had expected my visit to go. The worst scenario I had imagined was I would be thrown from the house, and only after I had a chance to explain the reason behind my visit. Being mistaken for a servant? That certainly had not come into my head at any point and put quite a damper on my enthusiasm.
Never before had I been left alone in such a manner, and I found it to be an uncomfortable experience. Was such a situation typical for a person seeking a position? I pondered on that as I turned to take in what I could see of the house.
At the very least, I would have a fascinating tale to relate to Aunt Beth when I returned.

About the Author:

For as long as she can remember, Bethany Swafford has loved reading books. That love of words extended to writing as she grew older and when it became more difficult to find a 'clean' book, she determined to write her own. Among her favorite authors are Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Georgette Heyer.
When she doesn't have pen to paper (or fingertips to laptop keyboard), she can generally be found with a book in hand.

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