Interview With Catherine Curzon

It is my pleasure to sit down with Catherine Curzon to share her new co-release, The Captain and the Calvary Trooper! Catherine was kind enough to share an advanced copy of the book with me and I loved it so much I want to share my review with you along with Catherine’s interview! 


An absolute wow! This is my second book from Catherine and Eleanor and I’m absolutely blown away. I’ve been looking forward to this title for a while and it didn’t disappoint! 

The Captain and the Cavalry Trooper is set at a daring time and place for a romance novel, most especially a queer romance novel, but it does service both to the war around them and the romance of the two main characters. Jack and the Captain are both fully-realized, individual heroes whose behaviors and attitudes represent them throughout the course of the story, even as they grow and evolve. Even horse Apollo is a unique, special character who plays an important role in this at times innocent and at times erotic tale. 

I know I can trust this writing team with historicals, especially given Catherine’s advanced knowledge of English history, but they did a remarkable job with the environment and emotional toll of the war as a setting. The impetus to take love while it could be taken was true to history and felt real and pressing. The challenges, both large and small, were important to the characters and the ultimate breach was organic and believable. 

Of course, the book was remarkably written, funny, witty and full of unique and interesting references to the period. The dialogue was quick, flirtatious and intriguing and the descriptions were beautiful. 

I look forward to many more fantastic stories from this team. They truly hit it out of the park with this one! 


Book Interview

unnamedTell us a little about your new release: The Captain and the Cavalry Trooper.

Ill let the blurb do the talking; its a sweeping love story of two men caught up in the horror of World War I. Against all the odds and with the horror of the Western Front trenches ever present on the horizon, they grab what could be their last chance of happiness.

Captain Robert Thorne is the fiercest officer in the regiment. Awaiting the command to go to the front, he has no time for simpering, comely lads. Thats until one summer day in 1917, when his dark, flashing eye falls upon the newest recruit at Chateau de Desgravier, a fresh-faced farmers boy with little experience of life and a wealth of poetry in his heart.

Trooper Jack Woodvine has a way with strong, difficult stallions, and whispers them to his gentle will. Yet even he has never tamed a creature like Captain Thorne.

With the shadow of the Great War and the scheming of enemies closer to home threatening their fleeting chance at happiness, can the captain and the cavalry trooper make it home safely? More importantly, will they see peacetime together?

Where did your inspiration for the book come from?

Its hard to pinpoint exactly where the inspiration came from because the story was suddenly just there one day whilst Eleanor, my co-writer and I, were chatting. It seemed to fall out of the sky as we were batting ideas back and forth, and we knew it was a story that we had to tell. Wed worked on some scenes together that had featured a vague idea of a military captain and from that small beginning, Captain Thorne was suddenly cracking his whip and sitting tall in the saddle of his snow-white mount, Apollo!

Did you outline the story, or dive right in?

Because the novel was a collaborative piece between Eleanor and me, we put together a very simple plot outline which was basically a list of key moments that we knew our story had to hit. It was essentially the barest skeleton of the storyline and the characters who would appear in each scene. from Robert and Jack to the flamboyant and ruthless Queenie, the resident favourite boy of the officers and the disinterested General, safe far behind the lines, every one of the characters was vivid in our imaginations.

Once we had our story and our characters, we started writing. It felt like a rather charmed book too, because it flowed so smoothly from both of us, which is a rare gift when working on a novel.

How did your characters come to life?

They came to life so quickly that it felt as though they were sitting there with us, telling us their story. We could hear them and, in our minds eye, clearly see them and the chateau where they were stationed, with its muddy paddocks and shambolic quarters for the troopers, not to mention the grand chandeliers of the bedrooms in which the officers lived in relative luxury, awaiting the order to move up.

When the story and the characters moved to the trench all of those surroundings changed, of course, and we were there with them every step of the way, feeling their fear and determination, and the knowledge that so many of their friends had already fallen.

What was your favorite part of working on this story? What was the most challenging?

The favourite had to be the privilege of watching Robert and Jack fall in love, seeing the stiff-upper-lipped captain utterly beguiled by the rather unworldly groom who was caring for his fierce horse, Apollo. Robert isnt a man who falls in love easily and certainly not with a trooper, so to watch it happen was a privilege.

As for the most challenging, it was piloting them through the trenches and all the way to no mans land. That was incredibly emotional to both write and research. It was important to both of us that we didnt romanticise what the men who went to war experienced. We wanted the readers to feel the ground shake and to smell the devastation in the air, as Jack and Robert face the greatest test of their lives.

Whats next for this story – is it part of a series? When does it come out?

Although its a standalone, it is the first in our brand new series, Captivating Captains! Were thrilled to be writing this series, featuring all manner of captains across hundreds of years. Heres a taste of what you can expect!

Throughout the ages, the image of the stern, unyielding captain, resplendent in his immaculate uniform, has been a staple of fiction. He instills loyalty, devotion and sometimes fear in the hearts of his men, and theyll follow him anywhere.

Its time to meet a new generation of captains, who still make their men tremble, but for very different reasons. From the oh-so-proper ballrooms of the Regency to the hellish trenches of World War One, the flashing cutlasses of the Golden Age of pirates to the chilly bunkers of the Cold War, these captains will have you hungry to join their ranks.

Excerpt

Northern France

1917

The wagon carrying Jack Woodvine bumped and jerked along the poplar-lined lanes, a fine spray of mud rising up each time the huge wooden wheels splashed through a puddle.

He had given up checking the time and, even though the journey was far from comfortable, tried to doze as he passed along under the iron-gray sky. A chateau, theyd said. Different from the barracks hed been in when he was first deployed. Doubtless it would be a dismal old fortress, but was it silly of him to hope for bright pennants fluttering from a turret?

Finally, the wagon drew up at a gatehouse of pale stone. As Jack climbed out, dragging his kitbag behind him, sunlight nudged back the clouds and turned the gray slate of the roofs to blue.

You the new groom?A soldier appeared from the gatehouse. His cap was so low over his eyes that Jack couldnt make out his expression.

YesTrooper Woodvine. Jack Woodvine.He took a letter from his pocket and held it out to the man. Ive been transferred from another battalion. This is the Chateau de Desgravier?

Yes, Trooper! Turn left at the bottom of the drive for the stables. Quick march!

The last thing Jack wanted to do was march, quickly or otherwise, but he shouldered his kitbag, jammed his cap onto his head and marched down the tree-lined avenue.

It was thickly leaved, but through the branches he could see the white stone of the chateau ahead. He rounded a bend in the driveway and he saw itChateau de Desgravier.

An enormous tower rose up in front of him, its roof reaching into a delicate point. Jack sighed, the spots of mud on his face cracking as he smiled. It might not have had pennants floating from it, but it was exactly like something from a fairytale. Beside the tower were the stone and brick and filigreed windows of what looked to Jack like a palace. Who would ever think that the front was only a few miles to the east?

Quick march!

Jack continued on his way, turning to his left just as hed been ordered. The path here bore evidence of horsesstraw, manure, the marks of horseshoes. Ahead, an archway, figures at work. A lad of Jacks age maneuvering a wheelbarrow, another leading a horse out to the paddock.

This wouldnt be so bad. It seemed to be a peaceful place, and easy work for a lad like Jack. He raised his hand and grinned at the grooms as he headed under the archway and into the vast stable yard.

Then he heard singing. In French.

Jack dropped his kitbag and looked round. The voice was that of a man, yet heightened slightly, giving it a teasing, effeminate edge, and Jack couldnt help but follow it like a sailor lured by a siren, pulled along the row of open stables toward that lilting chanson. Inside those stables young men labored and sweated, brooms swept and spades shoveled, yet one of the boxes at the far corner of the yard seemed to have been transformed into an impromptu theater.

Jack hardly dared glance through that open door, yet he couldnt help himself, blinking at the hazy darkness of the interior where half a dozen grooms lounged in the straw, watching the chanteur in rapt silence.

Right in front of Jack, his back to the door, was the figure of a young man, clad in jodhpurs, polished riding boots and nothing else. No, that wasnt quite true, because he was wearing something, the sort of something Jack didnt really see much of in Shropshire. It was some sort of silken scarf, a shawl, perhaps, that was looped around his neck twice, the wide, dazzling red fabric decorated with intricate yellow flowers. They were bright against the pale skin of his naked back, as bright as the tip of the cigarette that glowed in the end of a long ebony cigarette holder that the singer held in his elegant right hand. He gestured with it like a painter with his brush, making intricate movements with his wrist as he sang, his voice a low purr, then a high, tuneful trill, then a comically deep bass that drew laughter from his audience.

He moved with the confidence of a dancer, hips swinging seductively, head cocked to one side, free hand resting on his narrow hip and here, in this strange fairytale place, he was bewitching.

The singer executed a near-perfect pirouette yet quite suddenly, when he was facing Jack, stopped. He put the cigarette holder to his pink lips, drew in a long, deep breath and blew out a smoke ring, his full lips forming a perfect O.

Well, now.He sucked in his pale cheeks and asked, Who on earth have we here?

Jack blinked as the smoke ring drifted into his face.

Tr-trooper Woodvine, reporting for Captain Thorne. Ive been transferredIm his new groom. I dont suppose—”

The words dried in Jacks throat. As enthralling as this otherworldly figure was, with his slim face and high cheekbones, there was an unsettling glint of mockery in his narrow blue eyes.

Sorry.Jack took a half-step backward. I interrupted your song. I should…”

The singer moved a little, just enough that he could dart his head forward on its slender neck and draw his nose from Jacks shoulder to his ear, breathing deeply all the way. They didnt touch but the invasion, the authority, was clear. However lowly their station, Jack had wandered innocently into someone elses domain.

When the young mans nose reached Jacks ear he threw his head back and let out a loud sigh through his parted lips, arms extended to either side. Then he finally spoke again, declaring to the heavens, I smell new blood!

Behind him, his small audience tittered nervously and his head dropped once more, those glittering blue eyes focused on Jack.

Trooper Charles, sir!He executed a courtly bow, the hand that held the cigarette twirling elaborately. But youre so darling and green that you may address me as Queenie. Arent you the lucky one?

Jack reached for the doorframe to casually prop himself against it and essay the appearance of calm. Queenie?

You may call me Jack.

He extended his free hand to shake. A handshake showed the mettle of a man, his father was always telling him so. A good, firm hand at the market and a fellow would never have his prices beaten down.

Queenies narrow gaze slid down Jack like a snake and settled on his hand. He didnt take it, didnt move at all for a few seconds as the silence between them grew thicker. Then, in one quick movement, he placed his cigarette holder between Jacks fingers and said, Have a treat on me. Welcome to Cinderellas doss house!

Jack brought it hesitantly to his lips, smiling gamely at the grooms who made up Queenies audience. He pouted his lips against the carved ebony and inhaled.

The cough was so violent that Jack nearly dropped the holder, but an instinct in him born of a lifetime on a farm of tinder-dry hay meant he clamped it between his fingers. As he heaved for breath, he stamped on the nearby straw, suffocating any sparks that might have fallen.

The other grooms laughed and Queenies head tipped back to emit a bray of hilarity as a strong hand walloped Jacks back.

A friendly Cockney burr chirruped, Cough up, chickentheres a good lad!

We have a new little chicky in our nest,Queenie told his audience, turning to address them. I want you all to make him terribly welcome, or he might burn down our stables and then where would your Queenie sing?

The stocky lad who had rescued Jack from his coughing fit was a head shorter than him. He pulled a face that could have been a smile or a sneer and took the cigarette holder from his fingers. He passed it to Queenie, all the while fixing his stare on the new arrival.

Trooper Cole. Wilfred, thats me. Youre Captain Thornes new boy, arent you?

He laughed, then turned his head to spit on the floor, pulling a skinny roll-up from behind his ear.

Im Jack Woodvine. I meanTrooper Woodvine.

I spose me and Queenie better take you to your quarters?

That wouldButoughtnt I to introduce myself to Captain Thorne?

Id say thats a bit difficult, seeing as hes not here at the moment.Wilfred picked up Jacks kitbag as easily as if it were spun from a feather. Come on, soldier. Your palace awaits!

Captain T is an angel.Queenie draped one arm sinuously around Jacks shoulders and walked him back across the stable yard, his naked torso pressed to Jacks rough tunic. Youre going to have a bloody easy war, hes soft as my mothers newborn kitten.

He glanced back at Wilfred and asked, Wouldnt you say so, Wilf?

Not half!Wilfred laughed, striking a match to light his cigarette. You couldnt find a nicer bloke in the entire regiment.

Jack grinned as they headed up the creaking wooden stairs above the stables. New quarters and new friends, and he wouldnt have to rough it in a tent. Maybe thered even be warm water for a bath.

Well, thats good to know. The officers were a bitbrusque at my last place.

Brusque?Wilfred raised an amused eyebrow. Thats a fancy word for a groom!

Ignore our lovely Wilf. Strong as an ox, bright as a coal shed.At the top of the stairs Queenie turned to address Wilfred and Jack, his pale hand resting on the crooked handrail. Thorny is adorable, not brusque at all. Welcome to our little slice of heaven!

With that he lifted the latch and threw the door open, directing Jack to enter with another low bow.

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About Catherine

CatherineCatherine Curzon is a historian and author. In addition to multiple non-fiction titles, she is the author of The Angel on the Northern Line and co-author of An Actors Guide to Romance, The Star of Versailles, and The Captain and the Cavalry Trooper, the first story in the new Captivating Captains series from Pride.

She has written extensively for publications including HistoryExtra.com, the official website of BBC History Magazine, Explore History, All About History, History of Royals and Jane Austens Regency World and has appeared at venues and events including the Stamford Georgian Festival, Baths Jane Austen Festival, the National Maritime Museum, Kenwood House, the Hurlingham Club, Godmersham Park and the Royal Pavilion, Brighton.

Catherine holds a Masters degree in Film and when not dodging the furies of the guillotine can often be found watching the mighty Huddersfield Town. She lives in Yorkshire atop a ludicrously step hill with a rakish colonial gentleman, a long-suffering cat and a lively dog.

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