There are continuing debates in the romance world concerning alpha heroes vs. beta heroes. I say give me an alpha hero any time. Why? Because for me they are the easiest of the male species to understand. How can I make such a broad claim? Just under forty years ago at the ripe old age of not quite twenty-two, I was assigned to an Army Special Forces (Green Beret) battalion; the first woman they’d ever had, and the youngest soldier in the unit. Yup, it was me and two hundred and thirty-six alpha males. Even the support staff were alphas! They decided that it might be fun to teach me how to shoot an M-16 on the pop up range, rappel out of a helicopter, and send me to spy on another command in a… Continue
Ella Quinn is here today to talk about the endlessly fascinating Regency era. It’s the setting for her Marriage Game series, the latest of which publishes this week, Enticing Miss Eugenie Villaret. In anticipation of this Regency romp, she shares five fascinating facts about that scandal-prone time period:
It was a place out of time that made the 1960’s look tame, unless you were an unwed female.
Women’s stays (corsets) were not tight. Their sole mission was to smooth the lines of the gowns.
Women weighed a lot more. It was considered vulgar for ones collar bone to show.
More than 50% of births took place in less than nine months of marriage among the gentry and aristocracy. This can be explained by the growing interest in love matches and the fact that once … Continue
In my latest release, Desiring Lady Caro, there is a lot of food. After all, one must eat, and when you are confined to a coach while fleeing an insane marquis, food is a nice diversion. There is a lot of chocolate in this book, as well other regional specialties, most of them I’ve been fortunate enough to sample during my own travels. Caro and Huntley begin in Venice. The whole Veneto region is famous for its rice, particularly risotto. If you hang a left at Verona, and head toward the Austrian border, the food gradually becomes more a bit heavier. There is wonderful ravioli, then the further north you go, and the food becomes a tasty mix of Austrian and Italian, you get knödels, a sort of dumpling that can be either savory… Continue
Fellow author, Sally MacKenzie has a FAQ on her website, regarding her Naked series that she didn’t write in order. That struck a chord with me because I did the same thing with The Marriage Game. The first time I sat down to write the very first book, I knew I’d have at least three. Not because I’m a rabid plotter, I am not, but because a friend of mind who’d worked in a European publishing house told me to write three books. So I did.
I’m so glad to be invited back. The last time I was here I discussed heroines, Regency ones in particular. But today I’ve been thinking a lot about how we communicate. Even with all our electronic devices, and tendency to be blunt, we sometimes have trouble being understood. Everyone probably has that person or persons who take everything we say the wrong way.
In the Regency World, we tend to focus a lot on heroes. Rakes, otherwise tortured souls, ranging from the results of bad parenting, to war injuries. And I do like to torture, um, tortured heroes. Tight pantaloons, a well tied cravat, but what about the ladies? I mean after all, if you have a fantastic hero you must also have an equally fantastic heroine. Some people think that is more difficult for an historic woman to be strong, like a contemporary one. I disagree. There are historical accounts of ladies running estates, think large companies. They were involved in politics and influenced votes, even when they didn’t have the right to vote. Ladies of the time, were many times more educated than many of our contemporaries, piano, voice, literature, art, French and Italian, were the… Continue