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It's less than a week until WANTON WIDOWS is released, so I thought you might like to read how the stories start.
"What a Widow Wants" The young Dowager Lady Caroline Newberry, like all the debutants at Lord and Lady Massey’s ball, was dressed in her best finery and on the hunt for a man. Not just any man. A specific type of man. He didn’t need wealth or power or to be in need of a wife. He did need to be available, well-made and good in bed. "The Widow's Wedding Night" Arabella Linfield looked out the window of the carriage as it swayed to a halt in front of the Grosvenor Square mansion of Jerome, Earl Linfield. The Earl opened the door and jumped onto the footpath, then turned to assist Arabella. “Welcome to your new home, my dear.” His handsome face was lit by a broad grin and framed by his curly brown hair. She smiled up at him. “I can’t wait to be alone with you at last.” They had been married for eight short hours. She wanted him. "Wooing the Wealthy Widow" The Viscountess Helena Tremoyne sat at her table eating a late breakfast and reading the morning broadsheets. Her butler interrupted her, his voice betraying what his face did not. “A Sir Hercules Standfast wishes to speak with you on an important personal matter.” She sighed and refolded The Gazette. “Another fortune-hunter, Sims?” she asked the grey-haired man. “Quite likely, your ladyship. Shall I send him away?” “No. I will see him and, if he looks presentable, initiate the usual selection process.” More excerpts soon, when I talk with Noelle Clark, Georgie Tyler, Amy Rose Bennett and AusRomToday on their blogs, in the coming weeks. I forgot to mention on the weekend that The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody, my full length Regency romance, has been re-released on Amazon. The Marquess of Dalton must marry, but the only woman he wants is the unsuitable, passionate bluestocking, Jane Brody! Jane, whose mother’s early death left her to raise eight siblings, campaigns to free women from Society’s shackles of poor education, marriage and motherhood. Jonathan Everslie, Marquess of Dalton, must marry. Jane is the only woman who doesn’t bore him; but her politics are dangerous. When Jane's father dies suddenly, leaving the family in poverty, the only way out is marriage to the wealthy and conservative Dalton. Can she give up her ideals to marry him and save her family? Does he dare risk his political career by embracing her cause to win her love? Heat level: Sensual Second place: Steam eReads 'Some Like it Hot' Romantic Fiction Competition 2013 Third: Romance Writers of New Zealand Koru Award of Excellence (short category) 2014. Finalist: Australian Romance Readers Awards 'Favourite Historical Romance' category 2013. Buy links: Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/1In01AX Amazon.co.uk: http://amzn.to/1GTPHPN Amazon.com.au: http://bit.ly/1GTQ2BR Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/563228 Available from other booksellers soon.
Sledding, coasting - both these terms were used in the Regency period to describe travelling on sleds. Authors and artists have described and depicted them being used from the 17th century, but using sleds on snow must be as old as humankind’s habitation of snow-bound areas of the globe. With time for leisure, the Regency elite could include sledding among their winter pastimes. When the Christmas guests in The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody are snowed-in at the Marquis of Dalton’s estate, Everslie, in Hampshire, they make the most of the deep snowfall by going sledding. The whole house party assembled in the hall after luncheon. The ladies wore their warmest cloaks, boots, gloves and muffs. The two gentlemen in coats, old boots and gloves, were charged with carrying a timber sled apiece. Jonathan led the way from the house in the direction of a little wood off to the side. The landscape was still and quiet, hushed into somnolence by the snow. Thirteen-year-old Katherine soon ran ahead. When they reached the tree line they watched small birds flitting in the undergrowth of holly, bright with berries. A robin’s red breast flashed near a log and from time to time, the sound of snow pushed off a branch by squirrels reached their ears. .... All conversation was interrupted by Jonathan hurtling down the slope towards them, followed closely by Anna and Katherine, whose screams rent the air, demolishing the silence of the snowy landscape. Four pairs of eyes squinted into the weak sun to watch the event. Jonathan attempted to make a controlled halt of his run by changing direction with a sharp turn to the left, but instead of achieving a graceful finish the sled tipped on its side, depositing him in the soft snow down over which he slid on his back, coming to rest at the feet of Jane and Charlotte. If he was expecting sympathy, he didn’t get it. Covered in wet snow, his clothes were getting damper by the minute and his wavy hair was curling strongly. Both sisters laughed at him. Have you had a similar spectacular finish to a great downhill run on a sled? Sources: History of Technology: history of tools,<http://www.historyworld.net/wrldhis/PlainTextHistories.asp?historyid=ab11> Accessed 31 Mar 2015. Isabella Hargreaves. The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody, Steam eReads, ebook, 2011. Photographs by B J Sinclair, copyright. 'Regency Writer', Jane Austen's World, <https://janeaustenworld.wordpress.com/>, Accessed 30 Mar 2015. One winter activity enjoyed by the Regency elite was ice-skating, which needed only a frozen body of water and skates. Regency men and women with the wherewithal to purchase skates could spend hours of leisure on the ice. Skating has a 5000 year history as the discovery of bone skates in Finland revealed in 2008. Refinements led to the metal blade used by the Regency period. Skating on the frozen lake provided an afternoon of fun when guests spend Christmas snowed-in at the Marquis of Dalton's estate. Jonathan announced that the ice on the lake had been checked for safety and old pairs of skates had been brought down from an upper storage room. With much excited chattering amongst Jane’s sisters, everyone put on their warmest clothes before walking to the lake, eager to try their skating legs. The pastime was an ideal way for a gentleman to legitimately get close to his partner as he guided her around the ice. The Marquis of Dalton finds this to be true: The lake was frozen white. Jonathan and Dr Logan helped the younger members of the party onto the ice then turned to assist their own partners. Jane couldn’t remember ever skating. She tied the skates onto her half boots and nervously stood grasping Jonathan’s hand in a death-grip as she did so. He slid his other arm around her waist and guided her further onto the ice, forcing her to glide rather than walk. She began to relax and enjoy the feeling of Jonathan’s warm, strong body aligned with hers, enabling her to move, if not with grace, then at least with some basic competence. It was exhilarating – the cold air nipping her cheeks, her legs straining to keep her upright and she was enveloped in Jonathan’s warm embrace. After a few large circuits around the lake in this manner, Jonathan pushed a little faster, increasing their speed and releasing his arm from her waist. She wobbled, gasped, then stumbled, sure that she was going to end in a heap on the cold ice, but before it could happen Jonathan had stopped and grasped her firmly to him, with a laugh, which he quickly stifled, leaving only his eyes crinkling in merriment. Jane’s heart beat faster, whether it was from her near disaster on the ice or from his heady presence she didn’t know. Without thinking she drew his face to her own and tasted his sensual bottom lip before kissing him open mouthed. She felt him pull her even closer until the stood face-to-face on the ice, her legs between his, which were braced apart to keep them both upright. She felt the muscles of his legs straining to support them, his hard chest flattening her breasts, and clear evidence of his arousal, as his hand on her buttock anchored her to him while they kissed intensely. Gradually, the sounds of other skaters, whooshing and laughing, falling and shouting with surprise, reached Jane’s consciousness. She opened her eyes to see Jonathan’s brown eyes, darkened with passion, looking into her own in wonder. She blushed at her own forwardness and glanced away, realising they were obvious for all to see. Her sisters in their mourning clothes were skimming around the lake like ravens, stark against its white. Jonathan took her hand again and stepped forward into their previous skating stance, sliding them slowly around the lake again. Jane felt strangely let down, wishing their kisses could continue, wanting something more. Soon the weak sun sank across the crisp clear sky and a night-time chill crept forth, forcing even hardy, enthusiastic Katherine to yearn for the warmth of the house. One by one they slid to the edge of the lake, undid their skates and called to the others to come in. A chilled but chattering group walked home eagerly. Sources:
Heather Whipps, ‘The 5000-Year-Old Origin of Skating’, Live Science <http://www.livescience.com/2202-5-000-year-origin-ice-skating.html>, accessed 31 Mar 2015. Isabella Hargreaves. The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody, Steam eReads, ebook, 2011. 'Regency Illustrations', <http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/rgnclfil.html>, accessed 30 Mar 2015. 'Regency Winter', Jane Austen's World <https://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/tag/regency-winter/>, accessed 30 Mar 2015. Image of 'Skating Lovers. 1800. After Adam Buck', from Jane Austen Today, <http://janitesonthejames.blogspot.com.au/2011_01_01_archive.html> accessed 23 Jan 2011. |
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