It’s the final contest… of Black Tulip Anniversary Month.
As we bid Miles and Henrietta temporarily farewell (they’re heading off on a tenth honeymoon, since Miles is still trying to make up for botching the first one), it seemed only right to look to the future of the Dorrington family.
As some of you know, one of Henrietta and Miles’s descendants, Nicholas Dorrington, decided to take over a large chunk of my second stand alone novel, That Summer.
Not only did Nicholas have his great-great-great-great-grandparent’s love of ginger biscuits and perpetually floppy hair, he was a fount of information about the quirky characters who had inhabited his family, including the great-grandfather who had lived in sin with an actress (a Shakespearean actress, mind you, not a Gaiety Girl) and eventually married her.
So, for our final contest, here’s your question:
If you could see Dorringtons in either a prequel or sequel, what era would you choose? A medieval Dorrington? A Jazz Age Dorrington? A Dorrington in outer space? (“Luke, I am your ginger biscuit!”)
Two people will be chosen at random to receive a hardcover copy of That Summer. Ginger biscuits not included.