t’s always a little daunting to write a book for a character you’ve established in previous novels. Especially when that character is a devil-may-care, wickedly handsome rogue who has readers everywhere clamoring for more. But after William Dunford (almost) stole the show in my first two novels, Splendid and Dancing at Midnight, I knew that I had to make him the hero of my third, Minx.

The question was—who would be the heroine? Who could take the ordinarily suave Dunford and ruffle his feathers until he didn’t know which end was up? The answer turned out to be surprisingly easy. Henrietta Barrett, better known as Henry, practically flew off the pages, charging forth with determination and charm and a stubborn streak that left Dunford reeling. And I, the author, happily realized that it was an awful lot of fun to bring London’s smoothest and most unflappable bachelor to his knees.

I hope you enjoy reading Minx as much as I did writing it!

With my warmest wishes,