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Find An Author Friday: Regan Walker

Hi Regan, What was your occupation before you became a best-selling romance writer?

I am a lawyer and practiced for decades before turning to become a full time writer of fiction. I don’t miss the law but I do miss my clients. Solving their problems kept me busy.

Of the genres you write, which is your favorite, and why?

Well, first, I only write in one genre. But as for subgenres, that is very hard to say. There is something about each subgenre of Historical Romance I have written in—Regency, Georgian (late 18th century) and medieval—that I love. The hardest part about a medieval is the limitation on the words I can use if I want it to have a period feel, which I do, but I love diving deep into the past and creating a believable world for my readers. I love the banter and costumes of the Regency and my Regencies all feature spies for the Crown so there’s some mystery there. And the late 18th century, the setting for my newest romance, TO TAME THE WIND, was very exciting. Two of my novels feature ship captain heroes: TO TAME THE WIND and WIND RAVEN. Each requires hundreds of hours of research and I love that, too.

What do you find is the hardest part of writing?

I am not a plotter so each book is an adventure of discovery as I follow the history and the characters to the conclusion. Sometimes, in the middle I do wonder where it is all going. Once in a while, I get stuck or go down a rabbit trail and finding the right path can be a challenge. Then, too, one cannot let the characters get in a slump either. Then I must slap them upside the head and demand they get back into their places.

What’s your favorite thing about each of your genres?

I write (and read) only in one genre: Historical Romance. What I love is being swept away into the past, living the historical events with the characters. Contemporary romance holds no fascination for me; it’s too much like reading the newspaper or watching one of Hollywood’s romantic comedies. Paranormal romance can be too weird for me though I used to read it. Fantasy and time travel are also a bit “out there” for me, though I’ve read some.

Have you traveled as part of your research, and if so, how much time do you allocate to each of the following: museums, talking to locals, libraries, taking photographs, etc.? 

I have traveled to over 40 countries so I have a wealth of memories to draw upon. Last year I made a trip to the Scottish Highlands with a fellow author for research for a series I have planned in future. I had been to the country several times before but this time, I wanted to capture the feel of it, smells, birds, weather, and the people, of course. Scotland did not disappoint. I did not spend a lot of time in museums or libraries. I did take a lot of pictures, some of which can be seen on my Pinterest board for the trip:

What would you like to share about your next book?  

I am writing ROGUE KNIGHT, book 2 in my Medieval Warriors series set in York, England in 1069. I expect to publish it in the Fall. It’s the story of a good humored, valiant French knight, Sir Geoffroi, who was a character in The Red Wolf’s Prize, and Emma of York, a young, courageous widow living in a tumultuous time in the history of Yorkshire. It’s been a challenge but I love it. You can see my Pinterest board for the book here: It’s my research in pictures and shows the characters as I see them.

Give us an excerpt from one of your books.

To Tame the Wind

The door of the carriage swung open, a gown was tossed into her lap and a broad shouldered man filled the opening.

Claire’s jaw went slack while her heart kicked into a gallop as if responding of its own accord to the first man to stir it from slumber.

Bonjour, Mademoiselle Donet,” he said in French. “Captain Simon Powell.” He bowed in grand gesture. “Your humble servant with something for you to wear.”

The golden one. It had been nearly two years since she had seen him, but she had never forgotten the night of the masquerade. She had never forgotten him. Though the linen shirt stretched tight across his broad chest and the leather breeches and boots he wore now were a far cry from the shimmering costume he’d worn then, his amber eyes were the same. Impossibly, he was even more handsome that in her faded memory. In the last two years, he had never been far from her thoughts, for the night she’d first seen him—and imagined a man’s pleasure—was the night Claire’s girlish dreams had ended forever.

And now he’d returned to France and abducted her.

He leaned into the carriage and untied her feet, then her wrists. The touch of his rough man’s hands on her skin sent odd chills rippling through her. She bit her lip, shamed by her body’s reaction to this stranger. Her living temptation turned away for a moment, then faced her, a cup in his outstretched hand. “’Tis only water,” he said when she was reluctant to take it.

Too grateful to complain, she hastily brought the fresh water to her dry lips and drank her fill.

“I’ll give you some time to dress,” he said not unkindly. His eyes shifted to her blanket-covered nightclothes. “I wouldn’t want my men to see you as you are.”

Claire felt her cheeks burn at the thought.

“The gown is modest enough to please even your nuns,” he said. “Call me if you need… ah, assistance. I will be just outside.”

She fumed at his insolence, at his actions that had placed her at his mercy. Though she knew he was English and a privateer, she had no idea why he had taken her, and she would wait no longer to learn the truth of it. “Why did you bring me here? Why did you take me from the convent?”

Leaning one arm against the frame of the carriage, he regarded her intently, his eyes like chips of amber.

“You have your father to thank for that, mademoiselle. As soon as he returns what is mine you will have your freedom.”

Claire blinked. “My father?” Her voice sounded to her like the pleading of a feeble schoolgirl. She would not be cowed! She lifted her chin, confident in his error. “What has he to do with this… this perfidy? Papa is a man of business and letters, a man of some wealth. He has no need to steal!”

His mouth twitched up in a grin, drawing Claire’s gaze to his sensual lips, reminding her of a night when she had seen him use those lips to good effect. She scowled, angry with the rogue and with herself for finding him so attractive.

He shut the door of the carriage and peered in through the open window. “Your father, mademoiselle, is a pirate.”



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