The Lords of Whitehall
Contrary to popular belief, Regency England was not all rose-covered trellises and moonlit gardens, though I would imagine there were plenty of them. If we look past the shiny veneer of the haut ton’s enviable landscaping we find something far less pretty.
Indeed, with the Napoleonic Wars ravaging Europe for a good portion of the era, there were many who experienced great loss. Soldiers lucky enough to return home were greeted with a diminished and flooded job market, as the positions they left behind in order to fight had either been filled or eliminated in their absence. Tens of thousands of veterans were bound for the streets. There were food shortages, revolts and demands for a change in government. To top it off, the year after the war ended was so cold it was nicknamed The Summer that Never Was, or—for those who enjoy a bit of humor when the chips are down—Eighteen Hundred and Froze to Death.
But that isn’t all. Let’s peel back another layer, shall we?
Not that leaving this world as an ice cube, starving to death or being made into a bayonet kabob on the battlefield is anything to balk at. That is just awful. However, there were other risks voluntarily faced by brave men and women.
They were those who sought information and opportunity, covertly infiltrating enemy territory to save the world without a whisper of recognition. An excellent disguise, an even better poker face, attention to detail and a very good memory were the only things keeping them alive. Of course, knowing their way around a fight didn’t hurt, either. Especially when the mission was far from pleasant.
The Lords of Whitehall series follows three such men as they face villainous subterfuge, torture, and perhaps the most dangerous of all—the women who could tempt them to leave it all behind.