This week I’m hosting Ann Gabhart with Scent of Lilacs, Margaret Daley with Scorned Justice, Dora Hiers with Journey’s Embrace, Roseanna White with Ring of Secrets and Patrick E. Craig with A Quilt for Jenna. If you want to enter the drawings for the books, please leave a comment on one of the post during the week with your email address. I will not enter you without an email address (my way to contact you if you win). If you don’t want to leave an email address, another way you can enter is to email me at margaretdaley@gmail.com. The drawings end Sunday (March 10th) evening.
Interview with the hero from Ring of Secrets by Roseanna White:
Bennet Lane, tell me the most interesting thing about you.
Ah. Kind of you to ask, but there is little enough to tell. Unless one finds it interesting that I can put a young lady to sleep in half a minute merely by opening my mouth. Which, granted, provides no lack of entertainment for my friends and brother, though I must say I would just as soon not cause them amusement in quite that way. But really, if I’m not to speak to those baffling females of chemistry and philosophy, then what am I to say?
What do you do for fun?
My most enjoyable moments have been passed in my laboratory, I must admit. Though since leaving my professorship at Yale College and returning to New York, I have had to make do with an eve spent in the company of one of my favorite texts. And yes, this is why I bore the ladies. But I maintain, ’tis a better way to pass the time than the dubious entertainment my brother always finds.
What do you put off doing because you dread it?
Donning my powdered wig. Dreadful, itchy things those. I do wish they would go out of fashion.
What are you afraid of most in life?
Here you have hit upon a nerve. I have returned to the City of New York to find the spies feeding information to General Washington. And the longer I am here, the more I fear that I will discover the perpetrator risking his life is someone I hold dear.
What do you want out of life?
I always thought I would be perfectly content with my laboratory, my books, my classes, and a small home to repair to when I tire of those. But after meeting Winter Reeves…I daresay I shan’t know happiness until I unravel those mysteries in her eyes. She is too interesting a conundrum. So interesting that I forget to be confounded in her company. Call it foolishness if you will–everyone else does–but now my vision of the future includes her by my side. Assuming I can ever convince her to speak her heart to me. Or even her mind. I know there is more to her than the fluff-brained female she presents to the world, but for the life of me, she won’t let me in.
What is the most important thing to you?
Knowledge, I suppose. Aristotle had it aright when he said that all men by nature stretch themselves out toward learning. That fuels my every other love. To know my family, to know my friends, my students. To know what in blazes I’m to do to find these rebels who walk such a dangerous line…
Do you read books? If so, what is your favorite type of book?
I daresay by now you already know the answer to this question, do you not? I like to think I am a true connoisseur of the written word. Be it fiction, philosophy, mathematics, or a scientific treatise, I feel always at home with a book in my hands.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would be able to untangle my blasted tongue when in the company of females. Why, why is it so much to ask that I be able to act the young buck every now and again?
Do you have a pet? If so, what is it and why that pet?
Other than my horse, I do not. Though if Winter keeps refusing me, perhaps a canine companion would provide some comfort…
If you could travel back in time, where would you go and why?
Oh, a question I could wax on about for an age! Perhaps Rome. Or Ancient Greece. Or, oh, to see the building of the pyramids…but I suppose Greece would be the most logical. In Athens of old, I could see many of my favorite writers all at once. Plato and Socrates, Aristotle…yes, let us say Ancient Athens. Just think of the conversations one could overhear at the Acropolis!
