The Perilous Journey Of The Much Too Spontaneous Girl
(The Perilous Journey of the Not So Innocuous Girl #2)
by Leigh Statham
Publication Date: September 20, 2016
Lady Marguerite Vadnay and her trusty automaton, Outil, have settled into life in New France rather well. Marguerite is top of the class at flight school and her future as an aerpilot is nearly secure. She has everything she wants— except a commission on the pirate hunting dirigible The Renegade. Using every card in her aristocratic arsenal, Marguerite wiggles her way onto the finest warship France has to offer. But as usual, Marguerite’s plans endanger the lives of those she holds dear— only this time no one else is going to save them. As Marguerite and Outil set off on a rescue mission they may not return from, she finally realizes it’s time to reorder her cogs.
This steampunk adventure is littered with facts from The Golden Age of Piracy and follows (not too closely) some of the lives and adventures of the brave men and women who sailed the seas as privateers, pirates and soldiers.
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Lady Marguerite lives a life most 17th century French girls can only dream of: Money, designer dresses, suitors and a secure future. Except, she suspects her heart may be falling for her best friend Claude, a common smithie in the family’s steam forge. When Claude leaves for New France in search of a better life, Marguerite decides to follow him and test her suspicions of love. Only the trip proves to be more harrowing than she anticipated. Love, adventure and restitution await her, if she can survive the voyage.
She braced herself for death, and a final jerk left her shaken, but alive. Unfortunately, she was dangling from her own rigging, tangled beneath the windsock. She opened her eyes, realized her precarious situation and groaned. She could still fall and be hurt, but her broken pride was worse than death at this point.
“Marguerite!” Jacques was the first on the scene. “Are you alright, my dear? Quick! Someone get a ladder. Call the medic! Move!” He was barking orders like the Air Captain he was born to be.
Marguerite cursed herself and pounded her fist on the altinometer. The little dial spun around and fell off its clasp, landing in the bottom of the circular compartment, completely useless.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she called back. Then more quietly to herself, “Just feeling like a complete idiot.”
“Lady Vadnay,” her professor called up, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you failed your first flight test. Very glad you survived, however. Very glad!”
“Wonderful.” She laid her head back against the seat. “Just wonderful.”________________________________________________________________
“Who is in charge of mucking this stall? This is atrocious. No animal should have to stand around in this, and humans shouldn’t be forced to endure the smell! It’s absolutely wretched on every level.”
At that moment Captain Bonnifield walked in, picked up a flat ended shovel and threw it at Marguerite’s head.
“For goodness sake!” Marguerite cried as she caught the shovel with two hands saving herself and Fifi from a nasty blow. “I don’t think that was necessary.”
“You are,” Captain Bonniefield said with a smile.
“Excuse me? I am what?” Marguerite asked.
“In charge of the cow.” Captain Bonnifield laughed heartily then turned to leave. “Get to scooping.”________________________________________________________________
Marguerite produced the paper in her pocket and slid it across the glossy wooden counter.
“Hello, miss. How can I help you today?”
“Lady Marguerite Vadnay reporting for duty,” she beamed.
The girl took the piece of paper with one hand and looked Marguerite over. “Lady Vadnay?” She questioned. Then she opened the paper and stared at it for moment before looking back up. “Assigned to The Renegade?” Her disbelief was palpable.
“That is correct. I’m the new second officer of ballistics.”
“Yes. See, right there.” Marguerite reached over the counter and pointed to the assignment on the paper before spreading her fingers wide and adding: “Boom!”
The girl was not amused by her antics. She verified Marguerite’s paperwork, showed her to the outfitting station where she was given a very itchy uniform and a small trunk for personal items, then showed her to the door.________________________________________________________________
(I don’t know if this one is too spoiler/downer, but I love this argument they have. Maybe I’m a downer?)
“I do not know what your game is, sir, but that kiss the other day was not an invitation for a private meeting in your bed quarters!”
Jacques laughed at her outburst. “How did it end up that you are now cross with me? Aren’t I the one you lied to, mislead, and made a fool of in front of his first officers and bridgemates?”
Jacques donned a false voice and flipped his hands in the air as he said, “Oh, Captain, how good of you to place Lady Vadnay in the ballistics team. Good show of faith in the Lady despite her lack of aviation skills. Oh, Captain, how lovely that your little protege is joining us. I’m sure she will prove good company for long nights at sea. Oh, Captain…”
“Enough! I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean for you to look a fool. I only wanted to have this adventure with you. I needed to get off land, Jacques!” She put her fists on her hips and held her place.
“That’s exactly the problem. You only ever think about yourself. You never consider the positions you put other people in. It’s always what will make you happy or what will keep you from feeling bored.”________________________________________________________________
Marguerite met him mid stride and got as close to his face as she dared, just to make certain he knew exactly how she felt. “You have always wanted to control me. You say you love me, but you don’t. It is all about control, and that will never happen.”
In one swift move he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. Marguerite pushed back, but he didn’t let her go. He put both arms around her and kissed her like his life depended on it. Then just as suddenly he let her go, keeping one hand on her waist.
“That is very true. I will never be able to control you, and despite what you think, I never want to. I’m trying to tell you that I may not come home from this mission, but I’m going to make certain that you do. I do not have control over your choices, but I am still captain of the Renegade and I have complete control over who serves on my ship.”
About the Author:
Leigh Statham was raised in the wilds of rural Idaho, but found her heart in New York City. She worked as a waitress, maid, artist, math teacher, nurse, web designer, art director, thirty-foot inflatable pig and mule wrangler before she settled down in the semi-quiet role of wife, mother and writer. She resides in North Carolina with her husband, four children, five chickens and two suspected serial killer cats. If the air is cool and the sun is just coming up over the horizon, you can find her running the streets of her small town, plotting her next novel with the sort of intensity that will one day get her hit by a car.
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