Special excerpt from historical fiction The Royal Nanny by Karen Harper

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I am sharing a special excerpt from the historical fiction, The Royal Nanny, by Karen Harper.
her virtual book tour, Karen will be awarding an e-copy of The Royal Nanny to a lucky randomly drawn winner. To be entered for
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A little
bit about the author:

TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Karen Harper is a former university
(Ohio State) and high school English teacher. Published since 1982, she writes
contemporary suspense and historical novels about real British women. Two of
her recent Tudor era books were bestsellers in the UK and Russia. A rabid
Anglophile, she likes nothing more than to research her novels on site in the
British Isles. Harper won the Mary Higgins Clark Award for Dark Angel, and her novel Shattered
was judged one of the Best Books of 2014 by Suspense Magazine. The
author and her husband divide their time between Ohio and Florida.
A little
bit about the novel:
In 1897, a
young cockney nursemaid takes her first train ride, leaving London for the lush
and sprawling Sandringham Estate, private home to Britain’s royal family. Hired
by the Duke and Duchess of York to help rear their royal children, Charlotte
Bill is about to become privy to all the secrets families hide, and caught
between the upstairs and downstairs worlds.
Excerpt from The Royal Nanny:
Truth was, I used to wish the widowed Dr. Edwin Lockwood, my
former employer, would marry me, though I knew that was quite out of the
question. But when I first went to work at his house as nursemaid, I was only
thirteen and such a dreamer. People think I’m a no-nonsense person, but I still
harbor flights of fancy in my head and heart, and to mean something to someone
else is one of them.
But in the nearly ten years I worked in London, I knew it
was not that I loved the doctor, but that I did love his two little daughters
and hated to leave them, especially after I’d been promoted to nurse after five
years there. Now his new wife didn’t want me about because her stepchildren
doted on me. But the doctor gave me a good character, which the Duchess of
York’s friend, Lady Eva Dugdale, had somehow seen. So here I was, headed to the
Duke and Duchess of York’s country house to help the head nurse of two royal
lads, one called David, nearly four years of age, the other, Bertie, a
year-and-a-half; and a new baby to be born soon.
Beat down the butterflies in my belly and practiced saying, “Your
Grace, milord, milady, sir, ma’am,” and all that. What if Queen Victoria
herself ever popped in for a visit, for the duke was her grandson—well, there
were many of her offspring scattered across Europe in ruling houses, but he was
in direct line to the British throne after his father, the Prince of Wales. And
since the Prince and Princess of Wales often lived on the same Sandringham
Estate, so Lady Dugdale said, I wager I’d see them, right regular too, that is
if the head nurse, name of Mary Peters, let me help her with the royal children
when their kin came calling.
“Ticket, please, miss,” the conductor said as he came
through the carriage. I had a moment’s scramble but handed it to him and had it
marked. When he passed on, I put it as a keepsake in my wooden box of worldly
goods, which sat on the floor next to my seat. The carriage wasn’t too full,
not to Norfolk with its marshy fens and the windy Wash my papa had described to
me. Oh, I was so excited I could barely sit still. I was to disembark at a
place called Wolferton Station where someone was to meet me. I was just so
certain everything would be lovely, and fine and grandly, royally perfect.

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2 thoughts on “Special excerpt from historical fiction The Royal Nanny by Karen Harper

  1. Karen Harper says:

    Thanks to Lisa's lovely site for hosting this ROYAL NANNY giveaway. Much appreciated by an excited but tired author. Karen Harper

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