I had the pleasure of meeting Leigh LaValle at the RWA National Conference last year. She's a warm, friendly, talented woman who just happens to have written a terrific Regency romance that releases today! Leigh lives in the Pacific Northwest and, as her website bio says, "When I am not writing, mommying, or reading, I am rarely seen cleaning, and more often found hiking or, when I am really lucky, in the white powder of the ski slopes." (That cleaning comment alone would have made me a fan!) She's also a yoga instructor, holds an honor's degree in English Literature with a minor in Creative Writing and is a published poet. Please join me in giving debut author, Leigh LaValle a warm welcome to The Romance Dish! ~PJ
Thank you for having me here at The Romance Dish! I am
excited to share my release day with you all. THE RUNAWAY COUNTESS is a book
that I will always hold close to my heart. Not only is it my debut novel, it is
also inspired by a romance that colors my entire life- my parents' marriage.
My mom was a die-hard Democrat and my dad a card-carrying
Republican. This made for many interesting discussions at the dinner table. As
the wine flowed, so did the heated opinions. I soon realized that, while my
parents might spar over the evening news, they were never actually angry at
each other. They agreed to disagree, even if they still argued about it. In
other moments, there was much laughter and joy shared between them. Their life
was full of sailing and skiing adventures, dinner-and-a-movie nights and
enjoying the peace of their garden.
As the US descended into bickering and battle lines during
the 2008 presidential elections, I decided I wanted to write a story that
demonstrated how two sides of an issue could both be right. I chose the Robin
Hood legend as my theme, and the Regency as my backdrop. The hero, the Lord
Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire, is a firm believer in the law; rules are meant to
be followed. The heroine is an accomplice to the famed highwayman who steals
from the rich to give to the poor. As the two spar and cajole and test each
other, I tried to show how both sides of the issue have merit, how both
characters have sympathetic reasons for their beliefs. And how those on
opposing sides could still fall deeply, madly, passionately in love with each
other.

During the time I was writing THE RUNAWAY COUNTESS, my mom
was diagnosed with cancer. She, who unwittingly introduced me to romance
novels, really wanted to read my book. I printed out copies of the chapters and
she read them with a pencil in hand. My early reactions to her critique were
typical to any daughter- I was upset, defensive and felt misunderstood. But,
after I put aside my pride, I realized my mom had some really good points. Her
main comment? She asked me if my heroine had stomach problems. “Her stomach is
up, it is down, it is churning. Does she have gastrointestinal issues? Is this
part of the plot? Do you think this is a wise choice?” At first I thought my
mom was joking. She was not. When I went back and read that early version of my
first chapters, I discovered I had used ‘her stomach flipped’ or some such
description 17 times. (I’m actually not sure of this number, I have blocked the
truth from memory. ;) I still have those pages my mom marked in pencil. I will
treasure them always.
My mom did not finish reading my book. She died on March 8,
2010. I think it is a beautiful karma that my release day, far from my control,
was set as March 6.
On March 25, 2010 I sat by my phone and awaited a call from
RWA. They were announcing the Golden Heart finalists, and I was certain I would
be one. I had just buried my mother, I was sick with pneumonia, sick with
grief, and felt like life owed me something. I never did get a call that day. I
cried through a box of tissues and swore I would never write again. The
business was too hard, and life was hard enough. I don’t know what did it—I
credit my writing partners and my memories of my mom who had a fighting
spirit—but I did sit down at my computer, I did revise those chapters for the
hundredth time, and I did final in the Golden Heart in 2011. And I did sell my
book.
Even though my mom is not here to celebrate with me today, I
feel her everywhere. I know she would be proud of me. She appreciated romance
novels and women’s freedom of expression in all realms. While she was in
Hospice, I have a strong memory of sitting by her side, holding her hand and
reading a light contemporary. Something in the story made me laugh, a sound
that echoed in the sorrow and deep mystery surrounding the room. At once, I
felt guilty. Perhaps this was not appropriate, perhaps I should not be
laughing. But, I decided my mom would appreciate it. She was a woman who knew
how to laugh. And the next twenty-three hours of that day would be spent
shouldering a grief that was too big for me to bear. For that hour, I held my
mom’s hand, and we shared the power of romance novels. We laughed one last time.
My parents were married almost forty years. In the last year
of their time together, they taught me what true romance means. My father, the
suit-clad, rule-abiding lawyer laid himself at my mother’s feet and served her
with unbounded love. He gave her everything while he still could. And my mom,
she passed away moments after my father came into the room and gave her a
good-morning kiss. We all know she was waiting for that. Waiting for one last
kiss.
As Mazie and Trent step out into the world today, I hope
they bring with them the spirit of a romance that can never die. For that is
the beauty of story, it lasts forever. And love, it lasts even longer.
How about you, dear reader, has a romance novel saved your
day? Has a story surprised you with laughter or tears during one of life’s
impossible moments? I’d love to hear your story! One commenter will win a
digital copy of THE RUNAWAY COUNTESS.
Her heart longs for justice, but her body clamors for sin.
Once the darling of high society, Mazie Chetwyn knows firsthand how
quickly the rich and powerful turn their backs on the less fortunate.
Orphaned, penniless and determined to defy their ruthless whims, she
joins forces with a local highwayman who steals from the rich to give to
the poor.
Then the pawn broker snitches, and Mazie is captured by the Lord
Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire. A man who is far too handsome, far too
observant…and surely as corrupt as his father once was.
Sensible, rule-driven Trent Carthwick, twelfth Earl of Radford, is
certain the threat of the gallows will prompt the villagers’ beloved
Angel of Kindness to reveal the highwayman’s identity. But his
bewitching captive volunteers nothing—except a sultry, bewildering kiss.
And so the games begin. Trent feints, Mazie parries. He threatens, she
pretends nonchalance. He cajoles, she rebuffs. Thwarted at every turn,
Trent probes deep into her one vulnerability—her past. There he finds
the leverage he needs and a searing truth that challenges all he
believes about right and wrong.