Just A Dream Away is a little different from my other books and stories as it is not a Regency, but a little more of a royal/different world romance. Take a quick read below, and follow the links, it is free on Amazon September 18 to 22.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Just A Dream Away
Friday, November 10, 2023
Language: Regency Style
While the weather is so unpredictable, it is a good time to settle down with a good book. Whether you are a reader or a writer, here are a few of my latest Language: Regency Style posts. You can find the rest by clicking on my Writer's Tool Kit here on my blog and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Don't forget to check out my Regency romances on Amazon too.
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Friday, September 29, 2023
Hello and Welcome
Hello! I had to take a little break from writing for a while, but I've decided to return by putting all my books back into Kindle Unlimited, so perhaps anyone who hasn't read my books yet would like to give them a try. I will be writing again and publishing soon, but in the meantime, whether you just love the Regency genre, or you are a fellow writer, I've decided to add a few more posts to my writers tool kit that I hope you will enjoy.
Did you know that reading aloud is quite good for you? It helps you to retain information as you're hearing as well as seeing the words. So if you have a tough day writing, start by reading aloud a favorite chapter, or simply one of the word lists in my writers tool kit, it might help you to decide exactly what color hair, eyes, temperament etc; to give your characters, and to get those creative juices flowing.
I'm also begining a series of small snippets of Regency Language, they would make great little posts to stick on your notice board, so whether you like a long list, or a short little nugget of information, you'll find them right here on my blog for free.
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Here is my latest list:
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022
First Chapter
Below I've posted the description and first chapter from my lighthearted Regency romance, The Curious Curate and the Opera Singer. This is book 4 in my Seductive Regency Romance Series, but can be read as a standalone.
The Curious Curate
(and
the Opera Singer)
Book
Description
When is a curate not a curate? When he is a dashing rogue sent to assist his Reverend uncle as penance for his unruly behavior.
When the Marquess of Tyden learned of his youngest son, Lord
Aiden Renford’s, roguish behavior in Town—duels, fist fights, and gambling—he
knew there was only one solution for it. To send him to his uncle for a year.
Under the Reverend Matthew Renford’s gentle guidance, Aiden would learn
humility and to behave like a gentleman. The penalty if he refused? He would be
cut off, not only from his funds, but from his family and all access to the
family’s estates.
While the locals are happy to embrace the new temporary
curate and welcome him into their homes, Aiden soon discovers that although he
is counting the days until he regains his freedom, a year in Harelton is not
such a bad bargain, especially when an unexpected guest arrives at the vicarage
only a week before he is free to leave.
Miss Amelie Rouen is an opera singer, something many Londoners unfortunately appeared to equate with being a Cyprian. While being pursued by an ardent admirer, she takes refuge at the Harelton Parish Vicarage, and finds herself in the care of an unusual curate with twinkling eyes and a mischievous sense of humor, who looks like he belongs anywhere but there.
Please note that this is a steamy love story
Chapter One
Aiden Renford walked into the small Harelton village church
of St. Augustine’s, and looked around. He breathed a sigh of relief, looking up
into the eaves at the ancient wooden beams stretching across the aisle, the
gilded domed ceiling, the colorful stained-glass windows and exquisitely
embroidered altar cloths. Beneath his feet on the ancient stones were inscribed
the names of many of the ancestors of local families who had resided here many
generations ago, the church was centuries old. It had all become so very
familiar to him now.
Was it only one year ago when his father, the Marquess of
Tyden, had arrived at his townhouse in London with two of the Tyden estate’s
burliest footmen? At his father’s direction the two men had thrown him into a
chair, pinning him there and forcing him to sit still and listen. No matter how
hard he fought, he’d soon realized he wasn’t leaving that room without hearing
his father out. So finally, though infuriated he had succumbed, intending to
leave the moment that he was released.
It was all still so vividly clear to him, his complete and
utter fury at being manhandled, and eventually being given an ultimatum that
he’d deemed absolutely horrific at the time—join his uncle, the Reverend
Matthew Renford, as a curate for a year, or he would be cut off from the
family, his inheritance, his allowance and all access to the family estates.
Reluctantly, even though incensed, he’d understood his
father’s annoyance with his recent behavior. He’d been in a scuffle or two
after imbibing a little too freely at his club, fought three duels, and had
racked up a few gambling debts. But what his father hadn’t known, was that he
had won a considerable fortune on the last game, which he had since invested,
and therefore would not need his father’s funds.
The only reason he had initially agreed to his father’s insane
request that he become a temporary and yet unofficial curate to his uncle, had
been to give his father time to calm down and see reason. But that hadn’t
happened. He had in fact, been bundled into a carriage and delivered to his
uncle’s door the following day by his own groom and valet, who had been
instructed to report to his father when their task was completed. They would be
employed at the Tyden estate until his year was up when he could resume his
normal life. He was expected to fend for himself during that year, without the
benefit of personal servants, other than the delightful Mrs. Comfrey, the cook
sent down from the Tyden estate to keep house for him and his uncle.
Hearing the creak of the heavy oak and iron studded door,
Aiden turned as the door swung open and daylight flooded the small church.
“Collins!” He hurried forward to greet his valet, reaching
out with both hands to grasp the older man’s work worn hands between his own.
Collins looked a little surprised, not only at the effusive greeting, but at
seeing his employer dressed as a conservative curate all in black and looking
quite the part.
“Sir?”
Aiden looked down at his attire and threw back his head and
laughed. “You think it suits me, Collins?”
“Black always did favor your complexion, sir!” Collins
answered dryly.
Aiden slapped him on the back. “You are here with a
message?”
“Yes, sir. Your father, his lordship, has sent me to inform
you that you have only one week left of your…um…stay in Harelton
Village, and you may now instruct your staff to open up your London townhouse
in readiness for your return a week from today…unless…”
“Unless?” Aiden waited, clenching his hands at his sides,
hoping the hesitation and the blush staining Collins’ cheeks did not have
foreboding consequences for him, involving new rules and requirements. Much to
everyone surprise, including his own, he had fulfilled everything his father
had asked of him.
“Unless you have found your calling and wish to stay, sir!”
Collins finished.
“Stay?” Aiden’s eyes grew wide and he sat down hard
in the nearest pew. Collins’ lips were twitching as he tried hard not to grin.
“No, Collins, I think not, though I have to admit it has not been quite
the unpleasant experience I had expected.”
“Due to Mrs. Comfrey, sir?” Collins asked with a quirk of
one of his thick black eyebrows.
“Indeed, Collins. A very welcome and most unexpected
concession from my father.” Mrs. Comfrey had been the long time cook at the
Tyden estate since he was a small boy. His father had sent her to work as
cook/housekeeper at the vicarage during his stay. And although he knew she was
there to keep an eye on him—having been sworn to secrecy about the true reason
for his stay, as was his uncle—she was a motherly and comforting sort, who had
always welcomed him to the kitchen as a child with hugs and a smile.
“We have all missed her cooking at Tyden Hall, sir.”
“I don’t doubt it! In fact, I am certain it is about lunch
time, Collins, shall we?” Aiden rose and swept his arm to the open door.
Collins grinned. “There’s no chance we could take her back
with us to your London townhouse, is there, sir?” Collins asked hopefully.
“Sadly, no, she has been instructed she must return to Tyden
Hall. However, I will leave it to you to engage a decent cook for us, you have
good taste and as much a desire for a decent meal as I do myself.”
“Will do, sir!” Collins grinned.
“And the rest of the staff, Collins? Are they still in
place?”
“Just the skeleton staff as requested, sir. With a new
housekeeper and cook, you will be set. Gibbins will arrive with your mount
tomorrow morning…”
“A week early, too?”
“Another small concession from your father, the marquess,
sir.”
His father had refused to allow him to take his
Thoroughbred, Nero, to Harelton with him, informing him that a simple curate
would not own such a horse and therefore he would have to either walk or use
his uncle’s cart and horses.
He’d missed Nero, but he knew that Gibbins would have taken
good care of him. A race through the open countryside, leaping the low stone
walls and hedgerows on Nero’s competent back sounded like pure bliss to him
now. A year of abstinence had been grueling. And it wasn’t the only thing he’d
been forced to abstain from. He’d also had no choice but to remain celibate for
a year. The new curate could hardly be seen visiting local taverns or keeping
company with a mistress. Not that he had a mistress! He sighed, getting
back to his normal life would be seventh heaven.
Mrs. Comfrey greeted Collins like a long-lost son, making
the pair of them smile. She was a slightly rotund, rosy-cheeked, middle-aged
woman who loved to cook. She wasn’t shy about bossing them about in her kitchen
either. It was her domain and she ensured everyone knew it. They laughed when
she shooed them out to wash their hands before she served them lunch. The
relaxed environment of the vicarage was one of the unexpected perks of his
year-long banishment. His uncle was an affable and well-read man who could
converse on any subject, so the long winters’ nights had been spent in comfortable
conversation. He cringed when he thought how foreign that idea would have been
to him a little over a year ago. Should he tell his father he’d been right, at
least about some of it?
Many other evenings had been spent visiting the
parishioners, and he’d been gratified by their easy acceptance of him. Most had
no knowledge of his life before he came to Harelton. He’d found himself helping
with organizing parish events, but for the most part, he’d volunteered to
assist when actual physical labor was required, when a husband was injured and
his wife could not do the manual labor, or a roof needed repair, anything that
helped to keep him in shape as he no longer had a horse to ride, or Gentleman
Jackson’s Bond St. boxing saloon to attend.
He’d even organized a small archery group. There had been
numerous village fetes, and musicales at local manor houses, not to mention a
few local girls who had frequently thrown themselves into his path. But he had
easily resisted. Being leg-shackled to a local girl for the rest of his life
held no appeal, and he’d done his best to ensure he did not allow himself to be
placed in a difficult position where he felt honor bound to offer. But most of
the villagers were easy-going and welcoming, happy to take whatever he was
willing to give without pressing for anything more of him, but then, he was
only the curate.
He’d developed an interest in one local woman, Verity
Sommerville, of Harelton Grange, when he’d first arrived, she was cheerful,
pretty, and a total bookworm with an impressive library, but she had recently
married. Her future husband had given him a few warning looks when they had
first met. At first he’d thought he may have been recognized from some of his
more nefarious London pursuits, but no, it turned out the man had merely been
jealous. Though from all he heard, Viscount Allum had been about as pleased to
be forced into an arranged marriage in Harelton, as he himself had been when
he’d initially been compelled to come here. Though on meeting Verity, Allum’s
opinion had quickly changed. The oddly matched pair had pretty much fallen for
each other from the moment they’d met. His uncle had performed the wedding
ceremony for the beaming pair only days after the man had arrived.
Aiden had assisted his uncle in organizing many wedding
ceremonies, though he had no right to officiate, that was purely his uncle’s
domain. Marriage was not something he currently wanted to contemplate. He would
have his freedom back in a week, and he intended to make the most of it.
Mrs. Comfrey nudged him. “Day dreaming, Mr. Renford?” she
teased. “The gates of freedom will be open in a week. What do you plan to do
first? Or should I not ask? My ears are delicate, as you know!”
Collins almost choked on his food. Mrs. Comfrey was a lovely
woman but perfectly capable of delivering a blistering set-down when it was
required. She’d had three husbands and four children, it was doubtful anything
would shock her.
“I plan to do all the things you are no doubt imagining I
will do,” he told her with a grin.
Mrs. Comfrey crooked an eyebrow and turned to Collins, “Do
not enable his bad behavior! I’ve no wish to spend another year out here at the
vicarage, pleasant as it has been!”
“Have no fear, Mrs. Comfrey, if my father should ‘suggest’
it again, I will forcefully decline,” Aiden told her wryly.
She grunted as she took their empty plates from the table
and pulled a large pot from the boil, carefully lifting out a covered dish.
“You made steamed pudding?” Collins’ eyes were round with hope.
“Indeed I did.”
“My favorite!” Aiden grinned.
“Mine too,” Collins agreed.
She scooped the sticky pudding into bowls and topped it with
steaming custard, the pair dug in hungrily.
“I would follow you up north for this, Mrs. Comfrey,” Aiden
admitted. “Unless I can persuade you to come to work for me in London?”
“Stealing your father’s favorite cook might not be the best
start to your upcoming freedom!” she cautioned with a grin.
“You are worth the risk!” he teased.
“You need a wife.”
“One who can cook? Unlikely in the beau monde.”
“Then look elsewhere,” she advised. “Surely your year here
has opened your eyes to other types of women?”
“True, an heiress is not the only option.” One of the
benefits this year had brought was the numerous invitations to dine with local
families and experience some truly magnificent but simple fare. And as a third
son, his choices in a bride were a little less restricting than those of his
older brothers. He was unlikely to ever inherit the Marquisate.
The clatter of galloping hoof beats in the stable yard had
Aiden leaping to his feet. “Nero!” he exclaimed with a grin. “He’s a day
early!” But it was not Gibbins and Nero that flew past the window, but a white
horse bearing a rider in a flowing red habit.
“Unless Nero has changed color and Gibbins is wearing a red
riding habit…you have an unexpected guest!” Mrs. Comfrey said with a grin, her
arms up to the elbows in flour.
Collins and Aiden exchanged a quick glance, and as one they dashed for the door.
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Thursday, March 3, 2022
Ways to Describe Your More Querulous and Irksome Characters
Here is my latest addition to my writer's tool kit. Even a hero or heroine can get a little grumpy at times, until true love intervenes, that is! As always feel free to download and use it.
You can find the rest of my Tool Kit posts here on my blog at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
The Third Dance
Life in Regency England had a very strict set of rules if you were a virginal young woman from a wealthy family. Your hopes of making a good marriage could be compromised in so many ways. And far too many of them could occur accidentally if you didn't know the rules. A stolen kiss in a secluded garden is something we would consider not just fun, but quite tame today, but two hundred years ago, if caught, it would most likely have been your undoing. You would have been forced into matrimony with whoever your co-conspirator was, or returned to your country home in disgrace if he chose not to marry you, and likely you would have been considered fast, ostracized, and remained a spinster for the rest of your days.
Dancing with the same gentleman more than twice was one of these many rules, a third dance would most likely require a declaration of intent to marry. That is the premise behind this novella. It is a fun and playful story, filled with mischief, sensuality, and the oh so controversial Third Dance.
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
Pen Name/Pseudonym/Nom de Plume
I thought you might find these little facts about pen names interesting.
Pseudonym/Nom de Plume/Pen Name
The three Bronte sisters began writing in an age (Victorian)
when women writers were not taken seriously. In order to be judged on their
work alone, they published as Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.
Each keeping their own initials.
Currer Bell—Charlotte Bronte
Ellis Bell—Emily Bronte
Acton Bell—Anne Bronte
It is thought that they took idea for the name Bell from a curate named Mr Bell-Nicholls who had come to Haworth to work for their father. Later, he married Charlotte, so Bell did indeed become part of her name.
Also:
Instead of a pseudonym, Jane Austen merely stated 'By a Lady' on the cover of her novels. Though eventually she became well known by her own name. So much so, that the Prince Regent (Prinny) invited her to dedicate her novel Emma to him.
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Hot, Spicy, and Funny!
In honor of Valentine's Day I am reintroducing you to my very spicy book An Aspiring Courtesan, it documents the rise of a young woman hell bent on becoming a high class courtesan and the man who simply cannot let her go.
An Aspiring Courtesan
Passion
Passion can be both physical and emotional, be sure when describing your characters to give them emotional as well as physical passion for one another.
You want them to have passion in their hearts as well as between the sheets.
Here is my latest addition to my writer's tool kit, it seemed approriate as it is almost Valentine's day! As always feel free to download and use it.
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Thursday, February 3, 2022
How to Describe a Look
If you're searching for the right word to add a little pizzazz to the description of a certain look for one of your characters, here is my latest addition to my writer's tool kit. As always feel free to download and use it.
You can find the rest of my Tool Kit posts here on my blog at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
The Latest Addition to My Writers Tool KIt
Writers, do you ever feel stuck for just the right word to describe your heroine? Below you will find the latest additions to my writer's tool kit. Two lists of Ways to Describe Your Regency Heroine. As always, feel free to download and use them.
You can find the rest of my Tool Kit posts here on my blog at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Friday, November 19, 2021
My Box Set
All six of my Seductive Regency Romances are now available as a collection. You'll find handsome heroes and headstrong heroines, arranged marriages and love matches. A large wolfhound named Rufus, a cat named Artemis. Balls, secret passages, snowball fights, a frost fair, caverns and much more.
Find The Seductive Regency Romance Collection: Books 1-6 here:
Thursday, October 21, 2021
The Clothes Hanger Didn't Exist During the Regency
The Clothes Hanger
It’s easy to forget when we have been so used to seeing the simple clothes hanger in our wardrobes each day, that they haven’t always been there. And it is essential to remember if you are writing a Regency novel not to write them into your manuscript. Clothes were most often stored folded in drawers in an armoire, placed on a shelf, or hung on a hook or peg.
Clothes hangers didn’t exist during the Regency.
There is some dispute about who actually invented the first wooden clothes hanger, but what is clear is that it didn’t appear until around 1869. Some attribute it to a man named O.A. North in Connecticut, and some to the third president of the United States, Thomas Jefferson who was himself an inventor.
In later years, the hanger would evolve to suit the needs of fashion. Victorians made great use of clothes hangers for their increasingly complicated attire, bustles, petticoats etc., and there were hundreds of patents submitted for variations of the hanger in the early 1900s. It is said the first wire hanger was created by Albert J. Parkhouse who worked for a novelty company in Jackson, Mississippi in 1903, and the first molded plastic hanger was created in 1967 by J.H. Batts.
So, if you're planning to have your Regency heroine hide in a wardrobe, closet, or armoire, it might be more plausible to have her hiding in the dressing room.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Word to Describe Tone of Voice
Here is the latest addition to my writer's tool kit. Words to Describe Tone of Voice. How it is said, can be as important as what is said. Please feel free to download and use it.
The rest of my tool kit can be found here on my blog by clicking the link at the top of the page (on the right) or here at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Ways to Describe Your Wealthy Historical Character's Home
Here is the latest addition to my Writer's Tool Kit, Ways to Describe Your Wealthy Historical Character's Home. Please feel free to download it.
The rest of my tool kit can be found here on my blog by clicking the link at the top of the page (on the right) or here at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Favorite Moments from My Books
I thought I would begin posting a few favorite moments from my books. It's not always easy to get a real feel for a book merely from a blurb, so I will be posting a series of short scenes or 'moments' from my novels that I am particularly fond of.
This is a moment from The Curious Curate and the Opera Singer when Amelie and Aiden first meet. She is being pursued by an ardent admirer and has taken refuge in a stable:
The sound of the main stable door creaking open secured her
attention. Quickly grasping her whip firmly in her hand she ducked down behind
the closed half-door to Calliope’s stall out of view. If that odious man had
followed her here after all…
“Hello?” a masculine voice called.
“Go away, I have no intention of becoming your mistress!”
she called out.
A cultured and slightly amused voice answered her. “Indeed,
madam! I am not currently seeking one!”
With her whip held aloft in readiness, Amelie popped her head above the half-door to see who the man was and gasped in mortification. A vicar.
Interesting Quote by Lord Byron
A cheeky sort of quote from the infamous Lord Byron who was, as many know, considered "Mad, bad, and dangerous to know,". However, it does appear he had a sense of humor. "All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies are ended by a marriage."
She Walks in Beauty
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
The Latest Addition to My Writer's Tool kit
Here is the latest addition to my writer's tool kit: Happy and Cheerful Ways to Describe Your Characters. If, like me, you love to read or write about characters with loads of humor, then this is the list for you. The rest of my tool kit can be found here on my blog by clicking the link at the top of the page or here at: Writer's Tool Kit and on Pinterest at: Milly Jane's Writer's Tool kit
Friday, September 10, 2021
What is a Gentleman?
I found this quote quite interesting. The definition of a gentleman can vary greatly depending upon your opinion and the era you have in mind. But the definition of a wolf never changes.
A wolf is: A caring highly intelligent animal, very playful and devoted to his family/pack and ferocious in their defence when necessary.
No quite what you were expecting? I will be posting lots more quotes in the coming days. Have an opinion? Feel free to share it below!
Friday, July 30, 2021
While away a couple of hours in the pages of a book this weekend.
While away a couple of hours in the pages of a book this weekend. Enter another world, where nothing is quite as it first appears.
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
Favorite Quotes
I love this quote from Jane Eyre. "I would always rather be happy than dignified." Jane was ever the practical heroine. I think it is something that happens to us all when we fall in love. We worry far less about how we might appear to the world. And in most romance novels, it's not long before the hero or heroine are getting their priorities straight and realizing what truly matters. Love conquers all. Especially in romantic comedy.
Thursday, July 22, 2021
Stuck inside because of the heat?
If you're stuck inside, whatever the reason, take a little time to read a lighthearted romance. Need a new book boyfriend? Well, I have just the one for you. He will take you to another world. Regency England awaits. A fun and playful story, filled with mischief and sensuality.
The Third Dance
Friday, July 16, 2021
Pineapples Were Once A Sign Of Great Wealth
Pineapples Throughout History
If you have ever attended
a stately home and wondered why there are so many carvings of pineapples on finials, panelling and even newel posts,
wonder no more.
For about 250 years, up
until the Victorian era, pineapples were so expensive that they literally cost
a small fortune. Initially called pine apples, the name later became one word.
But few people actually ate the sweet fruit. At dinner parties it was displayed
usually in a specially designed ceramic dish, surrounded by other sliced fruits for
the diners to eat, while the pineapple remained untouched. The pineapple itself
would be displayed until it became rotten.
Shops sprang up where one
could rent a pineapple for a special event, much like someone renting an
exquisite piece of jewelry or a fancy car today.
If you want people to
believe you are wealthy, you have to look the part.
In the Victorian era, it became easier to both grow and import pineapples so they quickly lost their cachet.
The next fad? Celery. Did you ever look at a humble bunch of celery and imagine simply owning it in Regency England would have made you appear wealthy? It was particularly hard to grow, and just as in the case with the pineapple, it was displayed in specially designed vases for the owners to show it off to their guests, and was often a target for thieves.
We often think of thieves stealing into a stately home in search of valuables, silver, jewels, etc, but did you ever imagine that they may have simply been there to make off with the pineapple and celery? Well, its food for thought anyway.
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