Showing posts with label regency. Show all posts
Showing posts with label regency. Show all posts

Friday, March 9, 2018

The Rake and the Bishop's Daughter by Julia Donner (VET, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT





by Julia Donner

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GENRE: Regency Romance

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Society’s beloved wastrel, Sir Harry Collyns, pushes his popularity past the point of acceptability when he poses for a statue that creates a social uproar. People line up for blocks to see Handsome Harry in the nude, sculpted by a female artist! Bored with the fuss and scandal, Harry hitches up his fastest team, heads for the country, and a near fatal curricle accident. When the bandages are removed from his head days later, he discovers the angel-voiced widow who’d cared for him is neither elderly nor as mild as her tone, but a straight-laced do-gooder unimpressed with his flamboyant past and dashing good looks. Head-battered and heading for a broken heart, he falls into love with Widow Olivia St. Clair, who might be the one woman in England that Harry can’t charm into loving him back.

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Exclusive Excerpt:


Dawn came and so did Fanny with poached eggs and toast, which didn’t do much to fill the gaping hole from eating so little for days. It did silence the constant growl in his stomach.



“Fanny, would it be possible to have more toast? Perhaps some jam. And coffee instead of tea?”



“My, sir, you must be feeling more the thing if you can keep down that much food.”



Another voice, one that sent a shiver down his arms, said, “Perhaps after we’ve removed the bandages. Mrs. Hoskins has started a mutton pottage.  First, we must see how your stitches are coming along.”



Sounding hopeful, Fanny asked, “Do you need me to stay and help, Mrs. Olivia?”



“Thank you, no. It’s only a few strips of linen, Fanny. Please take away the tray.”



Harry sat up straighter in bed. Finally, he’d feel air on his face, see the sunlight and the world, the green fields and pastures. Most of all, he’d look on the owner of the low, slow voice—the lady who cared for him against everyone’s wishes.



He flinched when she touched his shoulder. “Please, Sir Harry, stay absolutely still for a moment. I purposely made the bandage knot too tight to unwind and these shears were recently sharpened.”



A few snipping sounds, then came the clunk of metal being set on a side table. It sounded heavy enough to be a pair of sheep shears.



Layer by layer, she unwound the linen strips, leaning close, surrounding him with the scent of roses. The folded pads over his eyes finally tumbled to his lap. Air brushed over his face, and he opened his eyes to a dim room where no lights had been lit for days. He’d never smelled wax, tallow or oil burning.



He scraped his fingernails over his scalp and finger-combed his hair, while Mrs. St. Clair’s shadow went to the window, saying, “You might want to have a care for your eyes. It’s a sunny day.”



He squinted to see her as she pulled back the draperies and opened the squeaky latch. Fresh air rushed into the room. He blinked to adjust to sunlight. His eyesight finally cleared. He watched Mrs. St. Clair return to the bedside, then couldn’t remember how to breathe.



Not elderly, certainly not with a figure that hovered at the edge of plump, the sort of body that made him want to cuddle, sink into all that comfort and—



“Sir Harry, is your eyesight unimpaired?”



A burning sensation seared across his chest and spread down his arms when he encountered chocolate-brown eyes. Mrs. St. Clair had the level regard of someone without guile, someone who knew herself and her place in the world. He supposed the world would consider her ordinary, but he only saw a gentle loveliness and a haunting familiarity. He recalled his cynical laugh when his brother confessed that he’d fallen for Lizzie from her expression on a miniature.




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AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Julia Donner (aka M.L.Rigdon) grew up in historic Galena, IL, USA, and spent most of her time in the museum of her aunt, who encouraged her interest in history and understood the need to cherish a dream. She started writing in secret in her teens and never stopped, merging it with her mother's encouragement to study theater and music, which led to performing in the Midwest, California and as far away as Austria.

Donner never forgot what it was like to write alone as a girl and is a happy member of Summit City Scribes. Concern for the failing educational system led her to develop Your Futures in Ink, a panel of local and regional authors, who go into to schools to encourage students and answer questions about writing.

THE TIGRESSE AND THE RAVEN, first book in the regency Friendship Series, is an RWA contest finalist. The ninth book in the series, A ROGUE FOR MISS PRIM and the tenth, AN AMERICAN FOR AGNES, are available now. A LAIRD’S PROMISE will be released by Spring 2018.

M.L Rigdon (aka Julia Donner)

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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Jane Austen Lied to Me by Jeanette Watts (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT




It is my pleasure to share a guest post from author Jeanette Watts, who shares her answer to my question...

ELF: What is one of your hobbies and how has it enriched your writing?

JW: I am a Vintage Ballroom dancer. Vintage dancers are not the sort to go out in sparkly costumes and vaseline on our teeth in order to perform for judges: we dance for the pure joy of it. The joy of being in motion, to music, in the arms of a delightful partner. And we get to look at our partners while we dance! The competition dancers are denied that pleasure.



 While I dance for the love of dancing, it is also a perpetual excuse to wear costumes! I'm an overgrown little girl, and I love hoopskirts. I love bustle dresses even more than hoopskirts. I have been accused of setting my first two novels during the Industrial Revolution so that I had an excuse to write about bustle dresses. I always answer, "No, I did it so that I could WEAR bustle dresses!" I always go to book fairs and other author appearance events in dresses that demonstrate women's fashions between 1875-1889; the years my first two books were set.



Owning hoopskirts and knowing how to do quadrilles and other dances from the 1870s is just the tip of the iceberg for Vintage dancers. A vintage ball is a re-enactment of what life was like "back in the day." Any vintage dancer can quote you rules of etiquette.  A lady never crosses a ballroom unescorted. A gentleman dances the first and last dance with the lady he brought to the ball - and that is the ONLY time he will dance with her. There are other ladies present at the ball with whom it is his duty to dance, and the lady he escorted to the ball might like to dance with other gentlemen (who might step on her toes less often).



What this all adds up to is a whole lot of knowledge about what life was like in the 1800s. Just through my play, I acquired a huge body of knowledge about social practices. Some people would call that research...



Even my new book (which is a departure for me - it is set in modern times) has its roots in Vintage dance. A lot of Vintage dancers are Jane Austen fans, have memberships in the Jane Austen Society of North America, and go to the annual Jane Austen Festival.  I was driving home from meeting Vintage dance friends at the Jane Austen Festival when I got the idea for the book. I never thought I'd be writing a modern satire, but that's the joy of being a writer; if you follow where your imagination takes you, the journeys will be spectacular and surprising.


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by Jeanette Watts

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GENRE: Humor

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What college girl doesn’t dream of meeting Mr. Darcy? Lizzie was certainly no exception. But when Darcy Fitzwilliam comes into her life, he turns out to be every bit as aggravating as Elizabeth Bennett’s Fitzwilliam Darcy. So what’s a modern girl to do?

Jeanette Watts’ satire pokes loving fun at Jane and all of us who worship the characters who shall forever be our romantic ideals.

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EXCERPT

I’ve been thinking about my conversation with Professor Jacobson over and over.  The thing about formulas and people.  It makes a certain kind of sense, but does it lack a romantic sensibility?

Ha!  Sense and Sensibility! 

This is the second time that Professor Jacobson has me thinking about S&S. Well, if I’m no Lizzie Bennett, there are worse things in life than being a Marianne Dashwood.  She had youth and beauty and high spirits.  She wasn’t good at the dating thing, either, and overlooked the better man at first.  Why was that?  Did Colonel Brandon seem unromantic at first impression?

Even though I’ve got an assignment due in Spanish, as well as the inevitable calc and chem homework, I grabbed Sense and Sensibility to take with me to read while I went to dinner. I wanted to read everything in the book about Colonel Brandon.

Anne spotted me in the dining hall while I was halfway through a tuna sandwich and a really big pile of potato chips.  “Hey, Roomie.” She slid her cafeteria tray onto the table across from me and plopped her book bag down beside it.  “You having a really bad day?”

“Um, no I don’t think so, why?” I asked.

“Usually, if you’re having a bad day, you pick up Jane Austen and read a little something before you start to study.  Since instead of sitting here doing your homework, you’re sitting here reading Jane Austen, I take it you had an exceptionally bad day today.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Jeanette Watts had been writing historic fiction when the inspiration for Jane Austen Lied to Me hit her on the drive home from the Jane Austen Festival. The idea was simply irresistible, and she put aside other writing projects in order to focus on writing a satire, thinking it would be a "mental vacation." It turned out to take every bit as much research to write a modern story as it does to write a historical one.

She has written television commercials, marketing newspapers, stage melodramas, four screenplays, three novels, and a textbook on waltzing.  When she isn’t writing, she teaches social ballroom dances, refinishes various parts of her house, and sews historical costumes and dance costumes for her Cancan troupe.

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