Wareeze Woodson Interviews Maggie from A Lady’s Vanishing Choices


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Thanks for allowing me to share an interview with one of the characters in my latest novel: A Lady’s Vanishing Choices. This Regency romantic thriller will be released December 16, 2015. It is posted on Amazon for preorders under new releases.

Set in rural England around 1806, the character being interviewed is Maggie Albert, shop keeper, friend, mentor and a mother figure to Lady Bethany Rivton.

WW: I understand you have a close relationship with Lady Rivton.

MA: Yes, I do.

WW: When did you first become acquainted with Lady Rivton?

MA: I been knowing her since she was a little gel and first moved to the village with her relatives, the Littletons. If you want dirt on Lady Rivton or his lordship, her husband, you won’t be hearing none from this mouth.

WW: No indeed. I’m trying to form a clear picture of her for my readers. Perhaps an article will encourage someone to step forward with information about her disappearance. Please describe Lady Rivton. Your own personal view of her appearance will do. Perhaps someone has seen her since her disappearance.

MA: If you think it’ll help locate her. She’s twenty. To me, she’s beautiful with long, curling dark hair. And them eyes of whisky-brown is warm and lovely. She comes to about here on me, about five feet and a couple of inches, I’d say. She’s always quite like.

WW: In your present state of mind, do you consider all hope lost? Perhaps you have an idea of where to search?

MA: No I don’t, but I never give up on my Bethany. Pardon, Lady Rivton. Besides, I leave finding her up to Lord Rivton. He’s strong and plenty smart, too. And he loves her. He won’t give up ‘til he has her safe again. I’m countin’ on that. He’ll find a way. See if he don’t.

WW: What quality or qualities does Lady Rivton posse that will see her through such an ordeal?

MA: Gumption and a backbone made of iron. She loves her husband, too. She won’t swoon and fall back in it as the saying goes. She’ll know his lordship will be looking out for her, too. Everywhere!

WW: What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery you’ve ever faced?

MA: This here. Her being abducted is dreadful, along with evidence ‘bout the first murder being stolen to distract folks. I declare, I’m near to having a fit of the vapors over it. I’m hoping you’re ‘bout done here. I know I am.

WW: Only a few more questions. Remember, this article may help reach someone with information.

MA: Very well. What else you want to be knowing?

WW: Can you think of a single person that may wish harm to befall Lady Rivton?

MA: Well now, her uncle, Lord Littleton. He’s ‘bout as loving to her as a mad dog cozying up to a pack of wolves. Worked her fingers to the bone for him, she did, and him ruling over her like she was a servant all them years. ‘Tis enough to make a body sick. He didn’t half like losing her to Lord Rivton. In my book, her uncle is the one with a grudge. That’s all I know.

WW: Thank you for your time.

MA: If it helps, I’m obliged to you.



I am a native of Texas and still live in this great state. I write period romance tangled with suspense. I married my high school sweetheart, years and years ago. We raised four children and have eight grandchildren, and grandchildren are Grand. At the moment, all my children and my grandchildren live within seventy miles of our home, lots of visits. My husband and I still love each other after all these years, the stuff romance is made of, Happy Ever After!




Bethany reflected on the stranger’s arrogance. Now she wished she’d told him the tale and turned the entire incident over to his discretion. Allowing his superior attitude to dissuade her from revealing the incident had been a mistake. She touched her brow with trembling fingers. She’d been accused of having a vivid imagination. Perhaps such fancy was at work here. She’d supposed foul play or even a robbery, with the man burying his ill-gotten gains, were possible. Perhaps her eyes had played her false and the assumption the roll contained a corpse was from her fevered mind.

She couldn’t escape thoughts of the villain. If a nefarious deed had been committed, what would she do if she ran into him? She hadn’t even seen his face and could not identify him, but what if he recognized her? Her life might be in danger. She shuddered and glanced over her shoulder again.

The day had been one long nightmare from the beginning and the end wasn’t yet in sight. Bethany shivered. Today’s happenings had given her a strong distaste for roaming in the woods alone.

When she reached Birdelwood Manor, she crept up the back stairs and slipped into her room at the top of the house. She removed her bonnet and threw it across the room, not caring where the old thing landed. Sinking onto her narrow bed, she buried her face in her hands as her entire body trembled. Thunder crashed, rattling the windows while rain lashed against the windows.

She heard a noise behind her inside her room, not from the storm. Paralyzed, her heart pounding and her pulse beating in her ears at a deafening rate, she managed to swallow hard. Finally, she forced herself to twist around, only to discover that the house cat had wandered into her room. She let out a long swoosh of breath. Opening the door to let the animal exit, she began to pace.

Again, thanks for allowing me to share. I hope you enjoyed reading the article as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Wareeze Woodson