Meet Regan Walker

Today's guest is Regan Walker. She's here today to speak with us about her latest release, Wind Raven, the third book in the Agent of the Crown series...

Ordered by the Prince Regent into the Caribbean, English sea captain and former privateer Jean Nicholas Powell has no time for women onboard the Wind Raven, especially not Tara McConnell. The impudent American forced herself aboard, and so she’ll get more than she bargained for: Instead of a direct sail to Baltimore, she’ll join their quest to investigate a rampaging pirate, the infamous Roberto Cofresi.

But the hoyden thinks she can crew with his men, and though he bans her from the rigging, Nick is captivated watching her lithe, luscious movements on deck. Facing high seas, storms, cutthroats and the endless unknown, he must protect his ship, his passenger, his crew. But on this voyage, with this woman, there is a greater danger: to his heart.

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Can you tell us a little about yourself and your journey as an author?

I am a lawyer turned historical romance writer who loves to travel and have adventures in my stories. Writing was always a part of my career but very left brained until a few years ago. I have been writing (and publishing) Regency romances for a few years now and am having a lot of fun with it. Each of my novels includes real history and real historic figures.

When did you begin writing?

In late 2010, when I found myself with a lot of time on my hands and loving the historical romances I was reading, a friend encouraged me to write one. She said, “You think like a writer.” I do believe she was right.

I understand your most recent release, Wind Raven, is the third book in a series. Can you tell about the Agent of the Crown Series?

The Agents of the Crown trilogy is based on the premise that government leaders sometimes employ what I would call “special agents,” people who are not technically part of the government, nor technically spies, to gain information or to take on unique assignments. Trusted men acquainted with the Crown who are sent on private “errands.” Having served at high levels of government, and done some reading, I know such people like this have existed throughout history. The Prince Regent no doubt had such “friends,” though we may never hear of them.

In Racing With the Wind, a British lord becomes the mysterious Nighthawk, a thief of Napoleon’s secrets, only to be returned to Paris when the Bourbon King Louis XVIII is restored to the throne. A rebellious daughter of an earl will follow him into danger. In Against the Wind, a spy for the Crown is sent to the Midlands to learn the roots of a rising rebellion and he takes with him a woman he met in a bordello. And in Wind Raven, a British merchant captain and former privateer, is sent by the Prince Regent into the Caribbean to spy on a notorious pirate.

Thus far, all my novels and stories are Regencies and, though each can be read as a “stand alone,” they are related. For example, the hero and heroine in my first novel, Racing With The Wind, which takes place in England and France in 1816, appear in Against the Wind, which takes place in the Midlands of England in 1817. The hero in Wind Raven, my seafaring pirate Regency, is the brother of the hero in Against the Wind. In my novella, The Twelfth Night Wager and in my short story The Holly & The Thistle the hero and heroines from the earlier stories make an appearance.

Which book in the series was the most challenging to write? Why?

I think it was Against the Wind because I had so many real historic figures to include since the historical event is the Pentrich Rebellion of 1817, which featured leaders in government as well as the common folk in the Midlands. Many were named William and many had red hair! The hero is also a complex fellow with a tragedy in his past and he took special care.

How did you get the idea for the series?

My time in government and my international travel provided a foundation, I think, but I wanted real history and I wanted adventure as well as love. I like the Regency period and much was going on then. These are not drawing room Regencies though there are a few scenes in parlors. They are more historical than the usual Regency.

Why did you decide to write historical romance?

It’s what I love to read. I have a blog dedicated to lovers of historical romances to help them find the good ones, the keepers, the deep ones. Regan’s Romance Reviews (, now gets over 7,000 visitors a month!

How much research goes into your novels? Is this something you enjoy, or is it a necessary evil?

I love the research. Diving into the past, finding that rare bit of information and bringing it into my story are challenges I love. I spend hundreds of hours beginning when I first get the idea and then as I write. For Wind Raven, I not only had to research a real pirate and the British living in Bermuda in 1817 but also life on a schooner crossing the Atlantic. I took a ride on a reproduction of one to get a feel for the ship and I’ve been delighted with readers saying they feel the ship scenes are real. One said Wind Raven had her “...feeling the spray of the ocean in my face, my hair and clothing plastered to my body, the chill of my blood when you know, just know that you’re time is up and you’re done for." I love it!

How do you connect with readers?

I am on Facebook ( a lot, and I also do Twitter ( I have an author newsletter and a street team that readers can sign up for via my website ( And, of course, there’s my Regan’s Romance Reviews blog. I am very active on Goodreads both as a reader and a top 1% reviewer, too.

What projects are you currently working on?

Right now, I’m finishing my William the Conqueror medieval romance, The Red Wolf’s Prize, set in England in 1068. I know, I know. It’s a bit of a detour for me, but I like challenges and going back to the 11th century has certainly been a challenge. It will be out this year and I’m very excited about it as it will be my first self-published novel (all my Regencies are under contract). It will have a “Cast of Characters” and a map included!

There will also be a prequel to the trilogy coming in 2015. It’s the story of the parents of the heroes of books 2 and 3, Captain Simon Powell, the young English privateer they called “the Golden Eagle,” and Claire Donet, the wild daughter of the French pirate, Jean Donet. It will be set in late 18th century France, England and aboard Simon’s ship the Fairwinds. It’s a tale of adventure, passion and love, for Simon knows if he is to have Claire’s love, he must find a way To Tame the Wind. And, dare I say it, there is a niggling of a story for the pirate Jean Donet, Claire’s father, rumbling around in my brain, so there could be a sequel to the prequel. (Are you still with me?)

I'm still with you! Sounds like you're extremely busy. I'll definitely have to check out The Red Wolf's Prize. Sounds like it's right up my alley. I'm so glad you stopped by to speak with us. Thank you for providing the following excerpt for my readers to enjoy!
Excerpt from Wind Raven


St. Thomas, the West Indies, July 1815

Captain Jean Nicholas Powell stepped from the oppressive Caribbean sun into the dim light of the familiar dockside tavern, pausing for his eyes to adjust to the darkened room. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. Swallowing, his throat felt as dry as the dock he’d left baking in the sun.

Tobacco smoke hung in the hot, still air, so thick it obscured the tankards on the shelf behind the bar and the faded painting of a nude woman hanging above it. Casting a glance at the men who leaned against the counter nursing their drinks, he noted the man he searched for was not among them.

Striding from the bar, Nick weaved his way through the tables crowding the long, smoke- filled room. The sharp smell of tobacco, though familiar, made him regret there were so few windows. Some of the other captains looked up as he passed, their eyes acknowledging him as one of their own.

“’Lo, Nick,” said Latimer, an English merchantman. “’Bout time you were joining us.”

His eyes still searching the room, Nick said, “Had an appointment at the dock. I’ve been desperate for a drink for nigh on an hour. Seen Russ?”

“Think he came in earlier. Might be in the back.”

A buxom redhead approached Nick with beckoning eyes. He recognized Molly, one of several wenches employed by Amos for the pleasure of those who patronized Esmit’s Tavern.

“What would you like, Cap’n?” The invitation in her smile and the shoulder bared by her low bodice suggested she was offering more than drink.

“Just rum for now, lass. Thanks.”

A familiar shout of “Captain!” from the rear of the tavern drew Nick’s attention to the blond head of his first mate, Russell Ainsworth.

He resumed his path through the tables of drinking men and serving wenches, their conversations a dull roar, the stink of sweat and rum blending with the tobacco to assail his nostrils. Reaching the table where Russ sat alone with a tankard, Nick slid into the unoccupied chair as Molly delivered his rum and another smile. Lifting the tankard, Nick took a long draw on the lukewarm liquid. At least it was wet.

He wiped his brow on his sleeve and inquired, “Is all in order on the Raven?”

“It is. Wasn’t pleasant, though. Last night’s revelries are taking their toll. There were a few dropped crates and the netting for one load tore free, leaving one of the crew tangled in the ropes.” At Nick’s raised brow, Russ added, “But she’ll be ready to sail on the tide. Did you have any success finding a bos’n?”

Nick threw back another swallow of the sweet liquor and let out a sigh. “I did. A big Swede named Johansson. You might remember him from a fight last time we were in port. The men said he fought like a gentleman but with fists of iron. When we lost the bosun last run, they suggested his name to me and said he might be in port today. I thought it would be good to have him on our side given the waters we sail. And it seems he’s anxious for a change.”

“Sounds like a good acquisition,” Russ said.

Nick looked around, taking in those men he didn’t recognize. At the next table two tawny-haired Americans argued with three hardened seamen. The older American’s clothing and his air of command suggested he was a captain of an age with Nick. The conversation of the five men, who were clearly in their cups, grew boisterous, their disagreement apparent to any near enough to hear above the din of the crowded tavern.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nick watched the American captain raise his tankard in toast. “A drink to our sister, one of the finest crewmembers ever to sail aboard my ship!”

The other American, nearly identical in appearance and with the same tawny hair, clinked his mug against his brother’s, the rum sloshing onto the table. “That she is, George!”

The old salts looked doubtful but nevertheless joined in what was obviously one of many toasts. “If’n ye say so, Cap’n George, but I’ve never been easy with such meself. Don’t like sailin’ with women,” he said with a sneer. “Them’s trouble. The captain I sail for would have none of ’em on his ship.” His compatriots mumbled their agreement but took up the toast and, with dazed expressions, cheerfully quaffed their rum.

Nick shuddered as he tried to imagine what a woman would look like who crewed with men. One of those damned Yankee women, no doubt. Like most captains, he’d have no females among his crew. Passengers only occasionally and even those presented a risk. On rare occasions, he might invite an English girl with creamy white skin or a tanned island beauty with dark gypsy eyes aboard the Raven. But neither served as crew and neither sailed with them long.

With one pint of rum in his belly, he greeted Molly’s return to their table with a smile and pulled her onto his lap. “There’ll be no hag in the rigging on the Raven. I prefer only beautiful women and those in my bunk, not swabbing the deck.” He glanced at the smiling Molly, whose bountiful breasts were pressing against his chest. “Seems the right place for a pretty lass, don’t you agree?”

“You can take me on yer ship anytime, Cap’n Nick,” purred the redhead.

Russ gave out a chuckle, and the American captain threw Nick a fierce gaze. With narrowed eyes and slightly slurred words, the tawny-haired captain pushed back his chair and stood to glare at Nick.

“You don’t know our sister, English, so you can keep your views to yourself.”

Nick set Molly aside and slowly rose from his chair. “I have no opinion of your sister, my good man, but if it’s a fight you’re looking for, I’ll not turn aside a challenge.”

The younger American tugged at his brother’s shirt. “George, leave off. It’s too hot to fight.”

Ignoring the caution, the tall American captain leaped across the small distance, and with speed that belied his condition, slung his fist into Nick’s jaw, nearly knocking him off his feet. Nick shook off the pain, shoved aside the table and threw a hard punch into the American’s ribs.

The American fell backward, knocking over another table with a loud thud. Tankards of rum flew in all directions, splashing the liquor on those sitting nearby. Curses rose in a loud crescendo as the observers, doused with rum, stepped aside.

“Get Molly out of here, Russ,” Nick ordered his first mate, who hastened to usher the barmaid out of the way. Nick and the American circled each other. The men in the tavern cleared a space around them and, shouting encouragement to their favorite, placed bets in what was quickly becoming the afternoon’s entertainment.

“Two quid on the American!” shouted one.
“Five on Cap’n Nick! I’ve seen him fight.”
Fists flew, and feeling the pain from another gut punch, Nick realized it might be some time before he could defeat this man, who, even foxed, was very much his match. Resolved, he slammed his right fist into the American’s jaw, sending him to the floor.

Nick braced himself for the next round as the American picked himself off the floor, but the bartender stepped between them.

“Ye can take yer fight outside, captains,” said Amos, with his fists on his broad hips and a scowl on his round face. “I’ll not have me tables broken.”

Nick dropped his arms to his side. “Sorry, Amos. Was just a misunderstanding between...ah...friends.”

The American captain’s blue-green eyes glared hatred, but his brother whispered into his ear and pulled him back to his seat. The men who had gathered around, seeing the fight had come to an end, ambled back to their chairs, mumbling words of disappointment as their bets were returned.

“Nick,” whispered Russ, ‘the last thing we need is a fight with an American. The war is over, remember? And England has declared St. Thomas a free port.”

Russ was right. As a merchant captain, Nick looked forward to the lucrative trade peace would bring. Holding his hand over his heart, Nick dipped his head in grand gesture to the Americans. “My apologies, good fellows. Never meant to insult your sister. I like women just fine, though I prefer them in my bed and not cluttering up the deck of my ship.”

The older American’s thunderous expression told Nick that, notwithstanding his apology, he’d made an enemy. He hoped he would not see the American again soon. Dropping some coins on the table Russ had righted, Nick and his first mate left the tavern, a question rumbling in his mind.

What kind of a woman would crew with men?

Author bio:

As a child Regan Walker loved to write stories, particularly about adventure-loving girls, but by the time she got to college more serious pursuits took priority. One of her professors encouraged her to pursue the profession of law, which she did. Years of serving clients in private practice and several stints in high levels of government gave her a love of international travel and a feel for the demands of the “Crown” on its subjects. Hence her romance novels often involve a demanding Prince Regent who thinks of his subjects as his private talent pool.

Regan lives in San Diego with her golden retriever, Link, whom she says inspires her every day to relax and smell the roses.

Learn more about Regan Walker and her work by visiting the following links:


Regan’s blog

Twitter: @RegansReview




  1. Hi, Tricia! Thanks for having me on your blog today. It's great to be here and hopefully have a chance to interact with your followers!


  2. Oh, I forgot to add that the trailer for Wind Raven can be seen on my website here:

  3. My pleasure. I enjoyed having you.


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