London, England, October 1810

I am a fortunate woman; I know it. I have a home, though it is not mine. It belongs to my eldest brother, Leopold St. Germaine. I have servants and a carriage and driver, though none of my servants, even my maid, is actually in my employ; they are paid by my brother. I have gowns and jewels and my own money, though I am only afforded an allowance from my inheritance. As a lady I must have a gentleman to oversee it, and that gentleman is, unfortunately, that same eldest brother, Leopold. I am, according to the law, not competent to control my own fortune. If I marry it will become my husband’s, unless we agree on some other arrangement in the marriage settlements. Such is our society.

I have been asked to describe the routine of my usual day. As I reflect on it, it seems to mostly consist of hiding who I am. I shop for items I don’t need and have fittings for more gowns and pelisses and Spencers than I will ever wear. I attend the opera, or a play, or a recital or art exhibit with my companion, mostly so I will be seen in the right places with the right people.

For it would never do if my dear brother Leo (what drollery is that, to address him so, as dear?) discovered how I spend the best part of my day and evening, with whom and doing what. Those activities – the secret disguised outings, the dangerous nighttime travels, those ones I hold most important – I cannot speak of, not even to you. I clutch them to my bosom, those secrets, for without them I feel I am nothing, the veriest shadow of a woman.

My confidantes – dearest Fiddy, my cousin-companion; Gillies, my fierce Scottish maid; and Josephs, my faithful driver – along with a certain Jewish businessman of my acquaintance are the only ones who know all my secrets. Or. . . perhaps not all my secrets. Some I keep hidden in my heart, for they would forever taint even my dearest friends’ opinion of me.

I have a past of which I am not proud. I think I suspect so many men of evil doings because I know from my own desires and wretched shortcomings the evil I would have been willing to do if fate had not stepped in and changed my life. I have a violent heart; rage is my constant companion. I work to quell it, but am not always successful. I long to be kind, to be sweet, to be ladylike and lay down the burden of anger, but there is too much wrong in the world to do so. Fortunately I have a group of like-minded ladies who aid me in my quest to rescue those in trouble. I value that more than I can even say.

Perhaps that is why I understand that whomever murdered Sir Henry Claybourne may have had a good motive. He was a foul beast, an abusing wretch. If I didn’t fear being uncovered and blamed for the crime, I would not concern myself with bringing his killer to a dubious justice.

But I am in danger, and cannot rest. But neither can I stop doing those things that put me in danger. It is a dilemma, and one to which I see no easy solution, and so I seek whomever killed Sir Henry Claybourne, and hope the guilty soul is not someone for whom I care.

That, dear readers, is my day.


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You can read more about Emmeline St. Germaine in A Gentlewoman’s Guide to Murder, the first book in the NEW “Gentlewoman’s Guide to Murder” historical mystery series, released February 8, 2019.

Scandal and slayings among Regency London’s elite

The shocking murder of Sir Henry Claybourne leaves Regency London shaken and horror-struck. But for genteel spinster Miss Emmeline St. Germaine, the crime slices far too close to home.

Just hours before the knight’s death she held a dagger to him, threatening him to stay silent as she rescued a scullery maid he had procured for his pleasure.

Did the man— or woman— who murdered the knight know of her visit? Her secret identity at risk, her reputation and life in jeopardy, Emmeline must solve the crime or face scandalous exposure and ruination, or worse— the hangman’s noose— for a crime she did not commit.

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About the author
Victoria Hamilton is the pseudonym of author Donna Lea Simpson. Victoria is the national bestselling author of two mystery series, the Vintage Kitchen Mysteries and Merry Muffin Mysteries. She is also the bestselling author of Regency and historical romance as Donna Lea Simpson.

Her latest adventure in writing is a Regency-set historical mystery series, starting with A Gentlewoman’s Guide to Murder, published by Midnight Ink! Don’t miss out on this bold, adventurous series featuring gentlewoman Miss Emmeline St. Germaine, a young lady intent on defying every expectation that she will be demure and retiring; she’s a lady with a dagger, and she knows how to use it.

She now happily writes about vintage kitchen collecting, muffin baking and dead bodies for publisher Beyond the Page for the Vintage Kitchen Mysteries (the first five books of the series were published by Berkley Prime Crime) and Merry Muffin Mystery series, also moving to Beyond the Page this year.

Visit Victoria at victoriahamiltonmysteries.com and on Facebook. Victoria also blogs at Killer Characters.

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