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Dear Readers, I have been watching Jessica Peterson’s books for months. (A Duchess would never be so uncouth as to stalk *cough cough*). Long before release day I was checking Amazon and Barnes & Noble for the pre-order link. This series is exactly the type of book I want to read, and I was so excited I asked her visit with the Duchesses to celebrate her debut release THE GENTLEMAN JEWEL THIEF! After all, who knows better how to throw a soiree than a Duchess?
Jessica once described the book as the Thomas Crown Affair meets Jane Austen, which made me want these books so badly! I love historical, I love adventure and I love Thomas Crown/Pierce Brosnan (but I write about spies so, you know, Bond and all that).
Alyssa: And so, tell our lovely Duchesses about your debut release! I happen to love The Thomas Crown Affair. What made you choose to incorporate that concept into the story?
Jessica: Firstly, thank you for having me here on Dashing Duchesses – and a special thanks to Alyssa for being so kind as to reach out and invite me! I adore your blog and visit it to keep up on all my Regency romance news.
When I began doing research for my Regency-set novel, I came across an interesting tid bit: the French Blue, later known as the Hope Diamond, mysteriously appeared in London in 1812. It had been missing for over two decades, stolen during the French Revolution from the Royal Warehouse in Paris. While there’s evidence the jewel traveled across Europe and back again during that time, no one really knows who possessed it, or how it ended up in London. As a writer, this tantalizing mystery was too juicy to pass up!
I met my agent for lunch in New York a few months later, and together we brainstormed some ideas for a Regency-set trilogy that featured the diamond. She was the one who came up with a “gentleman jewel thief” – a Mr. Darcy-meets-Thomas Crown character. I’ve loved The Thomas Crown Affair since the first time I saw it years ago (I mean, come on, it’s Pierce Brosnan in all his hairy-chested glory!), so I freaked out (in the best way) about having the chance to create such a stud-muffin bad boy. We thought each book could follow a different character: book one would follow the gentleman jewel thief (later the Earl of Harclay), book two the man he stole from (Thomas Hope), and book three the investigator/spy/private eye hired to catch the thief (Henry Lake).
Alyssa: I know! I have the DVD of The Thomas Crown Affair and watch it all the time. Both Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo are fabulous in that movie, not to mention Dennis Leary. Which brings me to my next question. If you could dreamcast your hero and heroine, who would they be?
Jessica: I love this question, because I usually have a (smokin’ hot) actor and (sassy) actress in mind as I write. I’m a very visual writer, and see scenes as I write them as I would watch scenes in a movie; it helps me figure out what the setting looks like, who the characters are, and what physical cues help create a sense of character and place.
I was watching a lot of costume dramas while I wrote THE GENTLEMAN JEWEL THIEF – namely, THE BORGIAS – so I’d say I’d cast that curly-haired dude who played Cesare Borgia (Francois Arnaud) as the Earl of Harclay. He’s a dark-eyed babe who I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing on the set of my movie.
As for my heroine, Lady Violet Rutledge, I would cast Katy Perry (weirdo combo of actors, I know) or maybe Olivia Wilde. Like Violet, both Katy and Olivia are feisty, inappropriate, super smart, gorgeous, and always down for a good time.
Alyssa: Great dreamcast! So, now, what do you find intriguing about history?
Jessica:Another great question. One of my biggest regrets is not majoring in history in college; after English/literature, it’s definitely my favorite subject (see THE BORGIAS above!). There’s something familiar, and thrillingly foreign, about the past. I love L. P. Hartley’s quote – “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there” – and it’s endlessly cool to explore that country. The people who lived there; the way those people lived, how they loved, what inspired them. There’s a certain romance in imagining what life would’ve been like without Facebook and phones; what it would’ve been like to wear a hand-sewn silk ball gown, or flirt with men who could actually dance.
I think women have always dreamed – and will continue to dream – about falling for a man who can dance.
Alyssa: I feel the same way about history. I love little stone cottages and falling down barns, historical villages—anything that reminds me of the people who came before. Have you ever gone on a research trip for your books? What did you love, hate or gasp over?
Jessica: Yes! A few trips, actually. I studied abroad in Madrid while I was a junior in college, and it was my first real foray into European culture. To say I adored the Old World was an understatement. I was endlessly charmed, thrilled, and inspired by the history and, of course, the castles and palaces. I loved how people spent hours talking, drinking, arguing over meals (and in the middle of the day!). I loved the romance of life there; the appreciation of culture, of history, and of one’s place in it.
My husband took me to England for the first time last summer. We thought we’d died and went to heaven – the food, the weather, the city – it was all perfection. I remember doing a cheesy tour of the Tower of London with the five million other tourists in the city that day; we walked into the Norman Chapel (or St. John’s Chapel) and I remember getting chills from thinking about all the history that had happened here, in this room, in the past one thousand years. Nuts.
I also remember walking down the aisle in St. Paul’s cathedral and thinking about Princess Diana. What had she thought – how had she felt – walking down that same aisle to marry Charles on her wedding day more than thirty years ago?
Alyssa: Alas, I have yet to travel to England, but I’m planning on it for 2016! Can’t wait! But now, on to the nitty-gritty of writing. Is there anything you find particularly challenging while crafting a story? Are you a plotter or pantser?
Jessica:I’m a total pantser, so plotting is a “special” challenge for me. My jumping off point is usually a scene, a sentence, a character dashing through the darkened streets of Mayfair, and I just go from there. I always, always, always hit a roadblock about a third of the way through the first draft; once I get past that, I usually have a good idea of where the story is going.
Alyssa: Oh, yes. The 33% roadblock. I have the same problem! The key is pushing through it, isn’t it? What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk?
Jessica: Ooooh, I like this question. I wouldn’t say this is a quirk, per se, but I tend to spend a lot of time in my “office”– Starbucks – and I find that, when I’m thinking and/or writing, I tend to stare off into space – only to find I’m staring, weirdly and for the eighth time, at the strange man at the table across from mine. Creepy, I know.
Alyssa: Ha! Since I’ve done that (not at Starbucks, but my local indie coffee shop), I wouldn’t find it creepy. Mostly. What is on your desk right now?
Jessica:I’m going to take the liberty of answering this question literally. I’m under deadline for book #3 of THE HOPE DIAMOND trilogy, so my desk is a hot mess – think lots of books for research, lots of romance novels for inspiration, and lots of empty candy wrappers.
Alyssa: What is it about snacks that helps us think? I’m a sucker for potato chips, so there’s always a partially full bag on my desk! Thanks for stopping by, Jessica, and sharing your debut release! And, Dear Readers, Jessica is giving away two copies of THE GENTLEMAN JEWEL THIEF over on her website today. Leave a comment on today’s blog post at www.jessicabeterson.com/blog for a chance to win!
Jessica: Thanks, ladies, for having me!
And now, after you’ve all become acquainted with the lovely Jessica (and entered her giveaway, I hope!), here is an excerpt from THE GENTLEMAN JEWEL THIEF!
Lady Violet suddenly grew very still; the color faded from her cheeks, and her smile drew itself into a frown. He watched her eyes go wide as the realization dawned on her, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place at last.
Somewhere in the trees above, birds twittered and flitted about them; the springtime afternoon marched onward as if today was but one of a string of simple, idle days, each the same as the last.
But for Harclay and Lady Violet, today was not quite so simple, nor so idle. It was suddenly complicated, mined with explosive truths and well-played deceptions and a most thrilling episode of physical encounter. It was impossible, it was improbable.
And great God above, it thrilled Harclay to no end. He hadn’t felt such excitement since he was a boy, and allowed to accompany his father on the hunt for the first time. He would never forget the way the rifle felt in his hands, the pounding of his heart as he took aim.
Granted, he’d ended up shooting the poor loader in the arse, a crime for which dear papa had whipped him senseless. But the thrill remained imprinted on Harclay’s imagination nonetheless; the same thrill he now experienced under the accusatory gaze of Lady Violet Rutledge.
She took a deep breath, all the while her blue-grey eyes never leaving his.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” she said, swallowing. “You’re the thief who stole the French Blue!”
Jessica Peterson began reading romance to escape the decidedly unromantic awkwardness of her teenage years. Having found solace in the likes of Rhett Butler and Mr. Darcy, it wasn’t long before she began creating tall, dark, and handsome heroes of her own.
A graduate of Duke University, Jessica worked at an investment bank before leaving to pursue her writerly dreams. She lives with her husband, the tall, dark, and handsome Mr. Peterson, in Charlotte, North Carolina.
In any number of romance novels you’ll find a titled hero meeting with his steward to ‘go over the accounts’ or some other task related to land management. In some books you’ll find the steward may be the love interest—Simply Love by Mary Balogh and The Leopard Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt come to mind. And I do love an unexpected hero!
But what is a steward? What does he actually do? I only had a vague idea until I started researching for my current work in progress. And that is when I discovered The Modern Land Steward by John Lawrence. The version I read was the second edition and published in 1806. Mr. Lawrence was not the first gentleman to publish a book on stewardship, as he was quick to point out in his introduction. Apparently there were at least two others who had published books on the subject, and many more who put out essays on various aspects such as timber and cattle and agriculture.
What both fascinated and repelled me, however, was that Mr. Lawrence took quite some time in the introduction to share how to slaughter oxen and kill eels. For this city girl, I was vaguely uneasy about getting into the rest of the book. I mean, ew.
But then we got to the goods. “A category of the duties, general and particular, of the steward.” There we go. That’s what I was after. What does a steward actually do?
(Apparently, a steward cross-breeds turnips, according to page 470.)
It turns out there are actually three different types of stewards: first, a house-steward “(manciple, caterer, purveyor, etc.)”, and the second is an agent who accepts rents and works with the tenants. There may be multiple of these stewards/agents if the titled gentleman has multiple estates, with each steward working in a different geographic area. However, all of these lower stewards would report to the chief or principal agent, who may be steward to the family’s main seat. The chief agent looks over the accounts of the lower stewards and puts together a summary for his lordship.
It seems that depending on the size of the overall fortune, the number and duties of the stewards will vary. In my feverish, author-ly imagination, I’m already using that as a plot point. I can imagine a responsible hero wanting all of the stewards to report directly to him, while a tragically wounded hero hiding from his past and his title might rely on the chief steward to oversee all the stewards—it’s all about motivation, isn’t it?
Well, moving on and leaving out my imagination for the moment, here’s a list of topics stewards ought to know about: agriculture, livestock and husbandry, horses, “physic and the healing art, as applicable to beasts; and of the just and natural method of shoeing,” architecture, mechanics, bookkeeping, and law related to landlords/tenants, highways and forests.
Jack of all trades, no?
And then comes my favorite part:
Our author Mr. Lawrence then proceeds to write 529 pages of duties for a steward. Everything from the turnips above, to brick-making, to planting trees—and then felling them—controlled burning, grafting plants, a study of the different types of soils, dry rot in timber and running mills for grinding corn and wheat.
Honestly. If the steward keeps track of all of these parts of country manor life for his lordship, what, exactly, does his lordship do? Ah. I know. Woos duchesses with his roguish ways. Well, there goes my imagination again! Thank you to the land steward for freeing up our rogues! *wink*
Alyssa Alexander is the debut author of THE SMUGGLER WORE SILK, which features a smuggler and a spy, but not a land steward. However, stewards do crop up in her future books. She knows nothing about dry rot or husbandry (is that the same thing has training a husband??) and leaves all agricultural aspects to Mr. Alexander, so as not to kill the plants with her black thumb. Watch for IN BED WITH A SPY, the second book in her A Spy In The Ton series later this year!
It’s Duchess Jennifer McQuiston here, and I am wiggling in my seat (I know, Duchess’s aren’t supposed to do that, but I am very excited!) You see, tomorrow is fellow Duchess Alyssa Alexander’s debut for her very first book, The Smuggler Wore Silk, and she has graciously agreed to let me interview her for the Dashing Duchesses.
This is a gutsy decision, because Alyssa and I are close friends. This means that she knows from past history (and umpteen examples) that sometimes my interview questions can make even the staunchest of heroines blush. I’ve promised her I will be gentle (I lied, of course).
I’m also removing my gloves, one finger at a time, and am now briskly warming them in her hero’s lap in anticipation of such a delicious opportunity.
But first, here’s a bit about Alyssa.
Dibs on my hero’s lap, Jennifer!! I didn’t write Julian for you. I wrote him for me. Er…wait. No, I wrote him for all woman-kind. Sigh….
But, if one can even focus on a Duchess when there is a wounded gentleman hero spy around, here’s a little about me: I live in Michigan, but should have been born someplace hot and sunny where drinks are served with paper umbrellas. I work a full time job outside the home, am a full time mother and wife, and am a debut romance writer. My life is a whirlwind every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, as long as I get to take those occasional breaks someplace warm and sunny.
Alyssa’s debut, the Smuggler Wore Silk, is already generating much well-deserved buzz in the historical romance world and has garnered the highest possible rating (4.5 stars and a “Top Pick”) from RT Book Reviews, which said: “Alexander makes her debut with a thrilling, wild ride of a spy thriller that sizzles with passion. Readers will follow her three-dimensional characters through a maze of plot twists and turns. Like an intricate puzzle, Alexander has all the pieces of the ideal romance and arranges them in the perfect picture. She is a rising star you won’t want to miss.”
Isn’t that the most amazing review? I couldn’t be more grateful! And, for a little insight into a debut author’s world, I was so terrified I couldn’t open the email to read it at first. I had to let it sit in my inbox for about 10 minutes before I worked up the nerve check it! And when it was wonderful, I was thrilled. Here is a little blurb about the book:
After he is betrayed by one of his own, British spy Julian Travers, Earl of Langford, refuses to retire without a fight, vowing to find the traitor. But when the trail leads to his childhood home, Julian is forced to return to a place he swore he’d never see again, and meet a woman who may be his quarry—in more ways than one.
Though she may appear a poor young woman dependent on charity, Grace Hannah’s private life is far more interesting. By night, she finds friendship and freedom as a member of a smuggling ring. But when the handsome Julian arrives, she finds her façade slipping, and she is soon compromised, as well as intrigued.
As she and Julian continue the hunt, Grace finds herself falling in love with the man behind the spy. Yet Julian’s past holds a dark secret. And when he must make a choice between love and espionage, that secret may tear them apart.
I’ll start with a low-ball question first, because I don’t want to frighten our blushing debut author. Every author worth her salt owes a tremendous debt of gratitude to the authors who inspire them to dig deeper and reach higher in their own writing. Who would you like to send a shout-out of thanks to in the writing world for being so darn amazing? (*cough-Joanna Bourne-cough*)
Ah, you know me too well. Yes, I love the incomparable Joanna Bourne, and also the brilliant Cecelia Grant, for their skill with characterization. Mary Balogh for her internal dialogue. And Mary Stewart and Victoria Holt for instilling a love of the mysterious side of romance in my youth.
The Smuggler Wore Silk is a lush, suspenseful Regency-set historical, and is the first book in your “A Spy in the Ton” series. Why did you choose to write Regency-set historicals, Ms. Alexander, instead of, say, dino-erotic-steampunk? And more importantly, why spies?
Hm. Dino-erotic-steampunk. Most interesting…Perhaps I should reconsider my genre? But no, I’m too in love with the Regency! I never thought about writing anything but historical, primarily because I have a fantasy involving a handsome lord in black evening wear and a crisp white cravat whirling me across a ball room gilded with candlelight. I’d be wearing a lavish satin gown with my hair curled and piled high. And as candlelight is flattering to everyone, I’d be stunningly beautiful. But alas, it truly is a fantasy. I could never be a proper Regency miss. I’m terrified of horses, would likely trip over the hem of a Regency gown, prefer running water and toilets to a hip bath and chamber pot, and wouldn’t remember how to address the second son of a marquess without a cheat sheet tucked into my reticule. But a modern girl can always dream…As for why espionage, I love adventure, action, and characters with secrets. Given the war with France during the Regency, espionage is a natural fit. Plus, putting characters in harm’s way brings emotion to the surface. When everything a person loves is in danger they will go to extraordinary lengths to protect it.
Your cover is gorgeous, and very unique. (She’s got a gun behind her back, people, and a curious little smirk on her face!) I am not aware of any other historical covers that feature a pistol-wielding heroine. How did you conceive of the idea? And does it accurately portray the character of your heroine, Grace Hannah?
Well on this one, I have to give the shout out to YOU, Ms. McQuiston! For which I am entirely grateful! As I recall, it was your idea. Women with weapons are a common cover concept in contemporary romantic suspense, and you suggested using that concept for historical. Once the idea was planted in my brain, I couldn’t get it out. Since Grace uses a pistol to great effect in THE SMUGGLER WORE SILK, and in the next book, IN BED WITH THE SPY, the heroine Lilias uses a cavalry sabre, it naturally flowed that each heroine would have a different weapon. As to the smile, that was the wonderful cover artist!
And, yes, the cover is perfect for Grace! Not only does she carry a pocket pistol on her smuggling travels, but, she’s a gently bred lady living in her uncle’s home. She appears to be every inch a lady. But at night, she meets with smugglers in pubs and travels across the countryside. So the idea of her hiding the pistol behind her back fits the smuggler hiding behind the lady.
OK, fine, you’ve called me out. I wanted some credit for that gorgeous cover! Although, I didn’t imagine anything half so beautiful. Now, please tell us a bit about your hero, Julian Travers. He’s a gentleman, he’s a spy, he’s a hell of a complicated new husband for our heroine to try to sort out. Why did a gentleman like Julian turn to spying in the first place? And why does he marry a woman he has begun to suspect of treason?
Ah, Julian. *sigh* My favorite type of hero. He’s strong, intelligent, charming and little bit wounded. As for why he turned to spying, that would be a spoiler! So, in my best Duchess-y manner, I shall simply say ‘atonement, my dears!’ Which is also why he offers to marry Grace. He is, at his very core, honorable, so when he compromises Grace, he has no choice but to propose. Yes, he believes she may be a traitor, but in the moment they’re discovered he follows his gentlemanly instincts. The espionage bit he works out later.
There was a very interesting article in the Washington Post in December 2013 (see it here). The article discussed the increasing use of the word “co$k” (think: barnyard fowl) in historical romances. Given that the Washington Post has left this particular barn door wide open for romance authors and readers everywhere, I’m officially pulling out the “hard”-ball question I warned you about:
Does Julian call his a “barnyard fowl” or something more civilized?
He does not, in fact, use anything related to “barnyard fowl” in the book. As near as I can tell, he never really calls it anything, oddly enough (though I offer a disclaimer here: this was a quick perusal of those parts of the book, so I may have missed a mention or two.)
Wow. That’s almost TOO civilized! What does GRACE call it?
Arousal. But here’s a question, if I ever get to do a rewrite, what do YOU think Grace should call it?
Erm… aren’t I supposed to be asking the hard questions here?? Luckily, I know a place to send you as reference. In my first book, What Happens in Scotland, my shocked heroine wakes up in bed with a naked stranger and calls it an “erection.” On page 1, no less. So if you aren’t going to play hardball with me, maybe you could just indulge our readers by letting them know the first page where the idea of Julian’s “co$k” shows up… you know. In case we want to flip straight there.
Well… it could have been used around pages 143, 169, and 196. Just in case you want to evaluate whether the scenes are lacking without said word usage. In a purely intellectual sense, of course.
Please give me a second to peek at these pages, and then join me in cheering Alyssa on in her fabulous debut!
Thank you for interviewing me, Jennifer, during the week of all weeks! There’s nothing quite like the first release day of your first novel, I’m told, and I’m thrilled to share it with the Duchesses!
To celebrate Alyssa’s release, she has graciously agreed to give away a copy of The Smuggler Wore Silk . Just tell us your favorite… er… barnyard animal to enter! Winner chosen from all commenters on Friday, January 10th.
Jennifer and Alyssa first met when a meteor descended upon them and cracked them upside the head (that meteor was actually author Kimberly Kincaid, who introduced them and got them started as critique partners, along with the fabulous Tracy Brogan). Together, they make up the Three Cheekas. (Yes, they know there are four of them. Use some imagination, folks!)
Alyssa Alexander writes Love with a Little Danger from the decidedly NOT warm and sunny upper Midwest. When she’s not torturing her critique partners with hard-ball questions, Jennifer McQuiston writes Different. Historical. Romance. She thinks Alyssa’s new book is pretty amazing, and gave her a cover blurb to prove it!
The internet, I have decided, is a time warp. I sit down to research one quick item. Something simple. It will only take a moment. For example, I use my Google-fu skills and search for “opera gown 1816” and I end up looking at a lovely hand-colored fashion plate by Ackerman. Then I become curious about the gloves, so I search the history of opera gloves. Which got me using my ninja Googling abilities to search out menswear, formal and daytime. This led me to military uniforms, specifically during the Battle of Waterloo.
Notice I said time warp? A half an hour has slipped through my fingers, and I have yet to write a single word on my manuscript.
So where do I end up? Researching the Waterloo Medal. I had no idea such a thing existed! I found the Wikipedia page easily enough (apparently the medal is not obscure, I was simply living under a rock).
The Waterloo Medal was awarded not just for the Battle of Waterloo on June 18, 1815, but also to those who fought in the Battle of Ligny on June 16, 1815, and the Battle of Quatre Bras on June 17, 1815.
It was awarded to all ranks that fought in the battles, not just officers. This was unprecedented at the time. Interestingly, it was issued to non-commissioned officers at the urging of Wellington himself. He wrote in one of his dispatches, “…… I would beg leave to suggest to your Royal Highness the expediency of giving the non-commissioned officers and soldiers engaged in the Battle of Waterloo, a Medal…” See here.
It was approved by Parliament on March 10, 1816. In War Medals and Their History, by W. Augustus Steward (1915), the author notes that in October, a notice appeared in the London Gazette stating “a medal shall be conferred upon every officer, non-commissioned officer, and soldier present on that memorable occasion” and that “the ribbon issued with the medal never be worn but with the medal suspended from it.” Mr. Steward describes the medal as being made of silver, with the Prince Regent’s head on one side and the figure of Victory on the other. It hung from a crimson and blue ribbon, which apparently often broke and required fixing by a jeweler. Each medal was imprinted with the recipient’s name and regiment on the edge of the medal.
Unfortunately, though I found an account written by the actual minter (sp? Mintner? Person who mints medals?), when I began writing this post, I couldn’t find the account again. Lesson for all Duchesses and Duchess followers: If you find an interesting link on the internet, write it down before you move on. You will never find it again.
I did locate a firsthand account of receipt
of the medal. I have a book called Private Wheeler: The Letters of a Soldier of the 51st Light Infantry during the Peninsular War & at Waterloo by William Wheeler. (Thank you to my sister, who gave it to me for my birthday). The book was first published around 1837 and contains Private Wheeler’s letters dating from 1808 to 1828. I was so excited to find this reference to it…but then realized it was quite anti-climatic. From his letter dated June 23, 1816 (p. 185):
“The men received their Waterloo Medals at Brighton. Colonel Mitchel died when the regiment lay at Chatham in 1817 and Lieutenant Colonel Rice succeeded to the command of the corp. In former letters the writer has often expressed his opinion strongly against soldiers marrying, however it appears he has been caught, having at Plymouth led to the Altar of Hymen a buxom lass some four years younger than himself.
Well. You can tell how excited about the medal Private Wheeler was. Upstaged by a buxom lass! (Note, I thought there was some kind of euphemism there, but with a little searching I did determine it was an actual altar in a church. No fooling. Also, the letter is dated 1816, but he’s referencing 1817. Either Private Wheeler added this bit years later, or there is a mistake. This just goes to show that history is never what it seems.)
The neatest part, at least to this history geek, is that a list of all the Waterloo Medal recipients is maintained at the Royal Mint Museum, including a list of those who lost their medals and had to ask for a second one or simply claimed their medal late. You must, really must click on the link for the roll and zoom in on the picture of the handwritten entries. It’s an amazing piece of history! And it effectively gives you a list of every man in Wellington’s army at Waterloo.
If you can’t make a trip to the UK, however, you can buy the entire list of recipients in book form here. Or, if you belong to the Ancestry.com website and have fun with genealogy, you can search for your relatives by name. How cool is that? Imagine finding a long lost great-great-great grandfather that fought at Waterloo!
Alyssa Alexander likes good food, good books, sleep and yoga. And bacon. She lives in Michigan with her two heroes (one adult male, one small boy) and writes historical romantic suspense. Her debut, THE SMUGGLER WORE SILK, releases on January 7, 2014 from Berkley. Come find her on Twitter and Facebook!
I love writing romance with an added bit of swashbuckling and adventure. Give this girl a pirate, a smuggler, or a spy any day. After all, who doesn’t love a bad boy? And I always gift my bad boys with equally feisty heroines. This means I end up arming my feisty heroines…which leads me to the fun research: historical weaponry!
DISCLAIMER: I am not a weapons expert. I’m not even halfway knowledgeable. I have never touched or fired a present-day gun, let alone anything historical. Nor have I handled any kind of knife beyond a butter knife. But I have researched weapons for my heroines, which I’m going to share with you today. Mostly because I thought they were so neat I couldn’t help myself. Still, in the scheme of things, this is only a very basic primer on a few interesting weapons. If you want more information, there are many, many experts and enthusiasts that would gladly share their knowledge.
So. Without further do, the weapons. It is quite difficult to conceal a weapon if you are an 18th or 19th century society lady. A lady doesn’t run around London with a huge pistol in her reticule such as this 9 inch pistol circa 1800. It wouldn’t fit. And a 9 inch pistol does not accessorize well.
What does a girl do? Invest in a pocket pistol, so called because it could fit in a great-coat pocket (which is not useful for my heroine unless she intends to rely on the hero–which of course, she does not). It will also fit inside a ladies’ muff (which is quite useful for my heroines, assuming it’s winter when the book takes place). The size of a pocket pistol varies. Here are a set of pistols circa 1800 that are about 7.5 inches long.
Here is a French pocket pistol that is 5.75 inches long. The handle is a carved bird, which is both interesting and disturbing. Look at the wonderful details in these pictures!
My favorite, the pistol set to the left is only 4.5 inches long–very easy to conceal!
Of course, in the late Regency, my heroine would most likely carry a flintlock pistol, though percussion pistols were beginning to be available around 1820. Thus, many of the caveats of flintlock pistols apply. They don’t fire in rain or damp weather as the powder will be too wet. Also, they frequently misfire. This is bad. One wouldn’t want to accidentally shoot an eligible bachelor while dancing!
But what about knives? Less chance of misfire and still concealable, so perhaps this would be an ideal weapon for my heroines. Knives can be made to any length and any size, and their shapes change based upon their purpose. The stiletto, for example, which is long and slim with a sharp point is meant for thrusting. At the risk of being too blood-thirsty, a stiletto is meant to pierce deeply, not to have sharp edges for cutting. (Ick.) It dates back to the late 1400’s in Italy.
And last but not least, a bodice is another place to hide a knife. Though I imagine it would be a bit uncomfortable (and sharp!) if you move just wrong. Still, there were such things as bodice daggers in the Medieval times, when both men and women regularly carried daggers for eating and self-defense.
And now we are coming to my very favorite knife. The salvavirago. A Spanish knife which is also called a “chastity knife.” Guess who gets to use this knife? Yep. Feisty heroines. I couldn’t find a lot of information on this knife beyond that Andalusian women carried it in their garters or bodice. It was smaller form of the navaja, which was a larger Spanish folding knife. Here is a picture of a navaja knife fight, and here is a picture of a salvavirago.
I don’t think hiding a knife in a bodice would work quite as well in the Regency as in earlier times, however, when the bodices were so short! But I’m betting an ingenious female spy might figure out a way to make that work!
Alyssa Alexander writes historical romantic suspense about spies and smugglers and nefarious villains. She avoids even the dullest of kitchen knives. Watch for her debut release The Smuggler Wore Silk coming from Berkley in early 2014.
There’s always cause to drink champagne with the Duchesses.
Duchess Debuts, Bestsellers, dreams made and kisses sealed forever. Today, we celebrate five new authors, eleven delicious books, a parcel of good news, and the brisk smoothing of skirts that got us here.
Please join us in raising our glasses, and our teacups, to the indomitable duchess spirit within us all.
We love good news. Divulge yours in the comments and share the bubbly.
Now that our Dashing Country House is filled with such illustrious guests, other questions must be asked. How long does one stay? And what does one do a country house party?
According to The Habits of Good Society (1863), “a week is the limit for a country visit, except at the house of a near relation or very old friend.” Though typically, the time is provided by the hostess. “It will, however, save trouble to yourself, if, soon after your arrival, you state that you are come “for a few days,” and, if your host wishes you to make a longer visit, he will at once press you to do so.”
Of course, all of our dashing guests must stay for as long as they would like. Read the rest of this entry »
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson, ‘Baccy for the Clerk.
Laces for a lady; letters for a spy,
Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by!
– A Smuggler’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
I was perhaps 13 when I was first introduced to English smuggling in Watch The Wall, My Darling by Jane Aiken Hodge, which takes its name from Rudyard Kipling’s poem A Smuggler’s Song. I was fascinated by the smuggling aspect of the book–or perhaps I should say the smuggling hero! Of course, the book was dramatic and romantic and just the thing to pique a fledgling romance
Now, I’m well aware smuggling is illegal, and smugglers aren’t glamorous or romantic in the least. But technically, neither are pirates. And look at Captain Jack Sparrow! (OK, I just had to throw that picture in because, well, yum.)