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March 26th, 2014
Mistress of Merrivale in Photos and Words

My Mistress of Merrivale tour continues today.

I’m visiting More Romance Please and Shut Up & Read with interviews and I have a spotlight at Ramblings From This Chick.

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This is the real village of Merrivale in Dartmoor. It’s a lot smaller than the Merrivale village in my story since I took artistic license and made my Merrivale bigger than reality.

Here’s a short excerpt where the village is discussed.

“Tell me about the village,” Jocelyn said.

“It’s small, but adequate for our needs. There’s a baker, a blacksmith, a draper, a chandler and a coaching inn.”

“And a parish church?”

His grin dazzled her. “Yes, we have one of those. We go to Tavistock on market day for some of our supplies, but I try to support those in the village.”

“I look forward to a visit. I hear Tavistock is a decent size town.” Her needs were few, but her mother would enjoy purchasing fabrics and sewing supplies. “What about neighbors?”

“You’ve met Hannah and Peregrine,” Mr. Sherbourne said. “I grew up with them. Viscount Hartscombe, their father, operates several copper mines and owns much of the land around here, although he and the viscountess are often traveling due to their interest in ancient civilizations. You’ll probably meet Vicar Allenby and his wife, Mrs. Allenby, very soon. There’s a retired army man called Captain Cartwright. He’s the elected parish constable. Then there’s Duxton, the home of Sir James Harvey. When I was a child, my parents used to attend social gatherings in Tavistock. I haven’t participated as much as my parents did when they were alive.”

Something in his clipped tone suggested he was thinking about more, but Jocelyn bit her tongue to still her questions. Patience. The last thing she wanted was to start off their marriage with a disagreement.

“I can’t wait to explore your estate and the village.”

“Always tell someone where you’re going.” A clipped demand to obey. “Take one of the footmen with you. They will make sure you don’t get lost or wander off the path should a mist drift onto the moor.”

Jocelyn’s brows rose at his abrupt order. “Yes, of course.” Some of her surprise must have shown.

“The moor is a hazardous place and the weather can change on a whim.”

“Dangerous?”

“There are hidden bogs. It’s easy to wander off the path if a fog descends without warning. People have disappeared and never been seen again. A child wandered off only three months ago. Despite our search, no one has seen him since.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jocelyn suppressed a shiver with difficulty. Why wasn’t he mentioning the murder? Perhaps the servants had exaggerated. “I’ll make sure Mother and Tilly take an escort if they go in search of wild herbs.”

“They can take the carriage to the village if they wish to make a visit.”

“I’ll let them know.” She glanced up from her fruit pie to find Mr. Sherbourne studying her mouth. His eyes rose, darkening with desire when their gazes met, and she fought an impulse to lick her lips.

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4 comments to “Mistress of Merrivale in Photos and Words”

  1. What pretty countryside. Loved the excerpt.


  2. Thanks, Mary. It is very pretty.


  3. Why hadn’t he mentioned the murder, indeed :)

    Sounds great. Love the photo, too.


  4. Love the photo–what pretty countryside.