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I am buried in BetrayedByHisKissCoverrevisions that are due (gulp!) today, but in the meantime we have winners!  The winner of Alyssa Maxwell’s “Gilded Newport” book is…Alison!  If you will email me at amccabe7551 AT yahoo, I will forward your info to Alyssa.  Next week, we’ll have another Tuesday guest blog–drop by to chat with Sheri Cobb South!

I’ll leave you with a peek at my newest cover!  Betrayed By His Kiss will be out from Harlequin Historicals in october 2014.  I loved writing this one!  It’s set in Florence in the 1470s, and was inspired by a binge-watch of all the episodes of The Borgias (I love the heroine’s dress here!)  Let me know what you think of it, and I will see you again in a couple of weeks…

First things first–winners!!!  The winner of a copy of my book Lady Midnight is…HJ!!!!  Email me your info at amccabe7551 AT yahoo and I will get it sent out to you…

MurderBreakersToday I am buried in some revisions, but Alyssa Maxwell, the author of the fabulous new “Gilded Newport” mystery series, has graciously agreed to do a guest blog for us!  I read Murder at the Breakers and loved it.  Comment for a chance to win a signed copy, or an ARC of the next in the series Murder at Marble House

She Could Not/Would Not Do THAT!

How many times have you heard this in terms of historical heroines? That for a historical heroine to be believable, she must adhere to the social standards of her times and refrain from any activities that were not considered appropriate for a lady of her era.

To that I respectfully say, “Pish!”

The achievements of women throughout history have been pitifully under-reported and, as a result, sadly dismissed, and although we’re becoming more enlightened about the varied roles women actually did play through the centuries, notions of women not coming into their own until the latter half of the 20th century persist.

When I was crafting my sleuth for my Gilded Newport Mysteries, I knew what was considered a “typical Victorian woman” wouldn’t do. To be a strong and compelling enough character to keep readers interested in not one but multiple books, she needed to be smart, resourceful, forward-thinking, and unafraid to step out of the traditional roles of the times.

But would she be an anachronism? A look at the 1890s supported my theory that not all women existed in a gilded cage. The Suffragette Movement was gathering steam, as was the concept of what was being hailed then as the “New Woman.”

According to author Jean Matthews in The Rise of the New Woman: The Women’s Movement in America, 1875-1930,the “new woman” was “young, well educated, probably a college graduate, independent of spirit, highly competent, and physically strong and fearless.” She spanned economic classes, and could be single or married. Often, she took an active interest in political issues.

Another name for the New Woman was The Gibson Girl, coined for artist Charles Dana Gibson, who in his sketches revealed and then actually perpetuated the changing appearance of women in the 1890s. They shed their restraining corsets, petticoats and frills in favor of simple shirtwaist blouses and long skirts that allowed for activities such as tennis and bike riding. Gibson Girls were confident, capable, athletic, and even flirtatious and again, they hailed from all segments of society.

NellieFor the character of Emma Cross, I drew on the real life Gilded Age journalist, Nellie Bly. At a time when most female reporters were relegated to the society columns, Bly stubbornly proved her mettle by seeking out hard news. In 1887 she had herself committed to an insane asylum, an undercover assignment lasting 10 days, in order to investigate and bring attention to the appalling conditions suffered by mental patients. In 1888, Bly traveled alone around the world in under 73 days, beating the fictional record of Jules Verne’s Phileas Fogg in AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.

I wouldn’t, however, consider Nellie a true feminist—not when one of her lifelong ambitions was to marry a wealthy man, which she managed to do at the age of 31. Her wealthy guy was millionaire manufacturer Robert Seaman, who was 40 years her senior.

Like Nellie, I don’t see Emma Cross in feminist terms, either. She simply isn’t political enough. She doesn’t take up broad causes with activism, because she’s too busy taking care of loved ones and taking in women in need in Newport. Rather than being a feminist, Emma is an individual who recognizes her own potential, appreciates the resources that have given her a good measure of independence, and will not accept a pat on the head in lieu of professional opportunities she has worked hard to earn.

You can “see” Emma in action in Murder at The Breakers (available now), and in Murder at Marble House (releases in September), and judge for yourself—anachronistic, or one of the many women throughout history who stood out because they stood up for what they believed in.

AlyssaMaxwellYou can find out more about my Gilded Newport Mysteries at http://alyssamaxwell.com. I love to hear from readers, so while you’re there drop me a line!

Due to my own silly scheduling snafu, today’s planned guest post from Alyssa Maxwell (author of the lovely new “Gilded Newport” mystery series!) will run next week.   So, let’s do a giveaway for today instead!  I have been cleaning out boxes of back copies of my older titles (if anyone knows anyplace that needs foreign language copies, let me know!), and need to make some space. 🙂

LadyMidnightCoverSo I will give away one copy of my out-of-print 2005 title Lady Midnight (which will be released as an ebook later this year!).  I loved writing this touch-of-gothic, moors of Yorkshire, governess in disguise story…

From the back cover:

Everyone that Katerina held dear has perished in a tempest off the coast of Italy.  With not a penny to her name, the once-moneyed Venetian lady knows she must travel far to forge a new life.  No one would ever accept her if they knew her mother Lucretia Bruni, an infamous courtesan breeding Katerina to fill her shoes one day…

Still mourning his late wife, Michael Lindley knows life must go on–and that his little sister and daughter need a woman’s nurturing.  When a dark-eyed beauty alights on his doorstep, claiming to be a widowed governess, he feels a fire rekindle in him he thought was snuffed out long ago.  And Katerina, who thought her capacity to love had gone down with the ship, there flares a yearning only Michael can subdue.

But just as they give in to the desire that knows no words, a wealthy enemy plots his revenge…and their newborn passion must undergo the ultimate test…

I loved writing this book (which was an RT Reviewer’s Choice Award nominee!), since I cut my romance writing teeth on stuff like Victoria Holt and Mary Stewart!  I will give away one signed copy to a commenter today.  Who are some of your favorite Gothic authors???

RioPalace1This week, as I wait for revision on the last WIP I turned in (Murder in the Queen’s Garden, book 3 in my Kate Haywood Elizabethan Mysteries), I am starting on the next.  I am very excited about this story!  It’s my next romance for Harlequin Historicals, set in the Regency, but with a twist–we are headed to Rio!  In 1808, the Portugese royal court fled to their Brazilian colony ahead of Napoleon’s invasion, and my hero (a British officer) and heroine (daughter of a British diplomat), who once had a youthful romance that went wrong, get to go along for the adventure.

It’s a fascinating, complicated period in history (plus there are beaches and palm trees!  And watching World Cup games is totally research, right???).  According to Wikipedia:

The transfer of the Portuguese Court to Brazil refers to the escape of the Braganza royal family and its court of nearly 15,000 people from Lisbon on November 29, 1807. The Braganza royal family departed for the Portuguese colony of Brazil just days before Napoleonic forces invaded Lisbon on December 1. The Portuguese crown remained in Brazil from 1808 until the Liberal Revolution of 1820 led to the return of John VI of Portugal on April 26, 1821.[1]:321 For thirteen years, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, functioned as the capital of the Kingdom of Portugal in what some historians call a “metropolitan reversal” (i.e., a colony exercising governance over the entirety of the Portuguese empire.)

In doing some research on the era, I found this fascinating article about an archaeological find of thousands of imperial artifacts found during a subway excavation in Rio

Here’s a site about one of the royal palaces, which can still be toured, in Brazil, Royal and Imperial Palace of São Cristovão

Stay tuned for much more about this story later!  In the meantime, have a great summer week.  Next Tuesday, historical mystery author Alyssa Maxwell will be standing in for me, talking about her Gilded Newport series!

PPWeddingHappy Tuesday, everyone!  Though I almost forgot what day it was, since I am trying to finish a book due (gulp!) next Monday, and I have a cold.  But I also have some happy news!  Yesterday we saw Risky Diane’s Regency wedding gown, and I am currently planning a wedding of my own.  The gown I picked isn’t particularly Regency-esque, but since we are thinking of a smallish wedding at my parents’ house, the wedding itself might be….

In the Regency, marriage itself was, of course, a Big Deal (especially for the bride!), the wedding wasn’t.  There were no wedding planners or Vera Wang salons, no Wedding Industry to tell you if you don’t have ice swans and 3 cakes you are doing it wrong.  Most weddings were small, private, family affairs, taking place in the parish church of one or both of the parties, before noon, after the reading of the banns.  (Hence the “wedding breakfast,” where there would probably be some kind of cake, and which could actually go on all day if everyone was so inclined…)

“I publish the Banns of marriage between [Groom’s Name] of [his local parish] and [Bride’s Name] of [her local parish]. If any of you know cause or just impediment why these two persons should not be joined together in Holy matrimony, ye are to declare it. This is the first [second, third] time of asking.”

There were some white wedding gowns, of course, since white was all the rage for young ladies, and most brides wore their best gowns (or bought a new gown, which then became their best), but it wasn’t the most common color.  We can thank Queen Victoria for that.  There might be a small veil, or a nice bonnet (perhaps with a veil attached), or a wreath of flowers, a small bouquet, maybe an attendant or two.  There might or might not have been an engagement ring, probably not diamonds.

CharlotteGownThere were exceptions to this, of course.  Princess Charlotte had a rather more splashy affair when she married Prince Leopold, and it was the subject of much interest at the time.  Some people eloped to Gretna Green in Scotland, where the laws were more lenient.

Her dress was silver lama [lamé] on net, over a silver tissue slip, embroidered at the bottom with silver lama in shells and flowers. Body and sleeves to correspond, elegantly trimmed with point Brussels lace. The manteau was of silver tissue lined with white satin, with a border of embroidery to answer that on the dress, and fastened in front with a splendid diamond ornament. Such was the bridal dress … (from La Belle Assemblee, of the royal wedding gown)

A Common or Ordinary License could be obtained for about 10 shillings from any bishop or archbishop, which would allow the marriage to go forward without calling the banns.  All other requirements were in place, though (parish church, before noon, etc).  A Special License, so common in romance novels, were expensive (4 or 5 pounds approximately), and had to be obtained from the Archbishop of Canterbury, but it would allow the wedding at any time or place convenient.

Here is a look at my own ring!  (He knows what a big Princess Di/Duchess of Cambridge fan I am…)

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And one of the dresses I tried on!  (though this is not THE dress…)

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What was your own wedding like??  How would you plan a Regency wedding?