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You might think meeting up with a friend at Starbucks for a cup of coffee is a fairly modern idea, but it’s really a 300-year-old tradition.
In England, the first coffee house was established in Oxford back in 1651 and the atmosphere at these gathering places hasn’t changed all that much in the centuries that followed.
In his Dictionary of the English Language published in 1755, Samuel Johnson described a coffee house as “a house of entertainment where coffee is sold, and the guests are supplied with newspapers.” Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
These coffee houses soon became centers of artistic and intellectual life in London. However, the drink didn’t go down smoothly in the beginning.
When the hot beverage first appeared in England at around 1650, it was viewed with some mistrust, which led coffee sellers to tout the new drink’s supposed healthful qualities:
It does the orifices of the stomach good, it fortifies the heart within, helpeth digestion, quickens the spirits…is good against eyesores, coughs and colds, rhumes, consumption, head aches, dropsy, gout, scurvy, King’s evil and many others.
The steamy brew quickly came to be viewed as social beverage because the stimulant encouraged conversation.
The quality, company and cleanliness of coffee houses varied, according to César de Saussure’s Letters from London (1725-1729):
In London there are innumerable badly appointed coffee-houses, their furniture spoiled on account of the number of people who frequent them for most of the time, and above all because of the smokers, who quickly ruin the furniture, for you must understand that the English smoke a great deal. In these establishments, you can have chocolate, tea, coffee, all sorts of hot drinks, and, in some, even wine, punch and ale. But it is useless to ask for fresh drinks like orgeat, lemonade, capillaire and the like. They are hardly known in this country.
César de Saussure’s Letters also noted that not all coffee houses were for sipping java and catching up on the news, if you get my meaning…
There are coffee-houses which are the meeting places of scholars and wits; others which are frequented by beaux; others which are only frequented by Politicians and News-Mongers; and several which are Temples of Venus. It is easy to recognise these latter because they often have on their sign the arm or the hand of a woman holding a coffee pot. There are many of these houses in the region of Covent Garden, which pass for being chocolate houses, where the customers are served by beautiful, clean and well dressed nymphs, who seem very agreeable, but who are in fact very dangerous.
These establishments were the first to introduce and serve tea when it came to England from the Far East, which is why a coffee house plays a pivotal role in my latest book, Compromising Willa. The heroine, Willa, is an expert tea blender who secretly donates her special brews to a coffee house that provides employment for poor women and children.
Hartwell, the hero in Compromising Willa, contemplates buying the coffee house building to turn it into the headquarters for his own sugar import business. He is among the first to realize Willa is courting scandal by secretly engaging in commerce. I can imagine modern readers happily settled in a chair at their local coffee house enjoying a cup of joe while reading about the romantic adventures of Willa and her duke. Here’s a little primer:
Lady Wilhelmina Stanhope is ruined and everyone knows it..Back in Town for the first season since her downfall, Willa plans to remain firmly on the shelf, assuming only fortune hunters will want her now. Instead she focuses on her unique tea blends, secretly supporting a coffee house which employs poor women and children. If her clandestine involvement in trade is discovered, she’ll be ruined. Again..
No one is more shocked by Willa’s lack of quality suitors than the newly minted Duke of Hartwell. Having just returned from India, the dark duke is instantly attracted to the mysterious wallflower. His pursuit is hampered by the ruthless Earl of Bellingham, who once jilted Willa and is now determined to reclaim her.
Caught between the clash of two powerful men, a furious Willa refuses to concede her independence to save her reputation. But will she compromise her heart?
Hartwell frowned. “I scarcely see how Lady Wilhelmina can belong to Bellingham if there is no betrothal.”
“There is certain talk no gentleman would ever repeat.” Heenan reached for his mother-of-pearl snuffbox. “Some say it is why the lady has kept herself away from Town for so long.”
“And this is commonly discussed in society?”
“It is not the kind of thing one hears in Mayfair’s drawing rooms,” Selwyn answered in halting tones.
“But most gentlemen about Town eventually hear the talk,” Garrick added with a lascivious smirk.
Heenan leaned over and inhaled snuff into his nose. “Not that anyone dares to cut her in public.” Leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh, he used a handkerchief to wipe remnants of the powdery substance from his upper lip. “Impeccable family lines and all. The family carries on as though nothing has happened. She is under the protection of her cousin, the Marquess of Camryn, who is quite influential in the Lords. No one dares risk his wrath.”
“I don’t follow.”
Garrick leaned forward. “They say the chit is compromised. Utterly and completely, if you get my meaning.” He winked at Hart. “But she still acts the frigid princess, all high and mighty. Otherwise, who wouldn’t want to toss up those skirts and give her a good hard—”
Something in his head snapped loose, blinding him to anything but the desire to crush the drunken whoreson beneath his boot heel. He bolted to his feet and shoved the table back with a loud clatter. Towering over Garrick, he grabbed the man’s cravat with one hand and drew back his fist with the other. Garrick shrank back in his chair, wide-eyed, his face pinched with fear. Action at the other gaming tables screeched to a halt. Silence descended; all eyes were riveted on Hartwell.
Selwyn jumped up and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “Now Hartwell,” he said, partially positioning himself between the two men. “This is just a friendly misunderstanding among gentlemen.”
His neck burned. It was a lie. It had to be. “It is hardly the act of a gentleman to insult a lady’s honor in the most grievous way possible.”
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Diana Quincy is a former television journalist who decided she’d rather make up her own stories because she can always guarantee a happy ending. As to tea or coffee, she swings both ways except when it comes to mornings, when she must jump start her day with a cup of java.
We’re giving away three books to one lucky commenter! Read on for more info.
My novella, Where the Heart Is, is a bit of a departure for me as it’s my first contemporary story. I’m so excited to share it with you! It kicks off my new Ribbon Ridge series about a family of sextuplets (and the seventh “oops” kid, plus the “almost brother” featured in Where the Heart Is).
Erica’s story, Midwinter Magic, takes place in her fantastical Nether-NetherLand, a place I wish truly existed because everything about it (from trolls to talking Pegasi to sasquatch lawyers) is full of win. If you haven’t read the first book in the series, Charmed, you’re missing out on laugh-out-loud hilarity and sigh-worthy true love.
Finally, The Cheer in Charming an Earl launches The Innocents subset trilogy of Emma’s Naughty Girls Series. If you loved her darkly emotional Courtesans books but prefer lighter fare for the holidays, this is the story you’re looking for. It’s also the only historical story in the anthology, so it will definitely appeal to our Duchess readers!
And if that’s not enough to tempt you, here’s some more intel!
You’re ready to put up a Christmas tree, heat up some wassail, and curl up by a roaring fire, right? Well, you’re going to need a good book to go with that. Lucky for you, you could get THREE! One lucky commenter will get a book from each of us:
From Darcy: Choose any of my historicals (Her Wicked Ways, His Wicked Heart, To Seduce a Scoundrel, To Love a Thief, or Never Love a Scoundrel)
From Erica: Charmed
From Emma: The Trouble with Being Wicked or The Problem with Seduction
To enter, comment with a “Christmas Don’t” of your own! The winner will be announced later in the day on Friday (Duchess Darcy has to go on a field trip with her daughter!).
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Good day, everyone. I hope you’re enjoying the temporary change of scenery around here. One of the perks of being webmistress and somewhat handy with graphics software (Hey, if you want a cheesy website banner, I’m your go-to duchess.) means I can redecorate.
But on to my topic, one I’m sure we can all stand behind. (Yes, I know that was bad, but I’ll always get you to laugh in the end. Ok, ok, I promise I’m done. Maybe.)
In a Regency romance, who wears the pants—the hero or the heroine?
Haha, that’s actually a trick question. The answer is neither. Even today, to someone from the UK, pants are something a man wears under his trousers.
So what does the self-respecting Regency hero wear if he wants to be decent? Trousers are one option, but they don’t exactly resemble today’s fashions. Adapted from the working class, trousers were worn looser and rough.
Despite what my cover art portrays, men did not wear belts during this time period. They used braces (suspenders—but that’s another word that has a different meaning in the UK) to fend off a wardrobe malfunction. For accessibility purposes, the various styles of trouser featured a fall front of varying width, either broad or narrow. Beneath the fall, the waistband buttoned closed.
One version of the trouser was known as the cossack. Deriving their name from the riders of the Russian steppe, these were of a very loose cut that owed more to comfort than fashion. They also featured strips of fabric that ran under the wearer’s foot to keep them tucked in.
Which only proves the 90s weren’t inventing anything new when stirrup pants came into vogue.
Depending on which decade of the early 19th century we’re using for our setting, breeches might be another option. By 1810, they were pretty much passé during the day, although older, more conservative gentlemen might retain their use. Men still wore them as evening dress–in fact, they were required if a gentleman sought admittance to Almack’s– until the dark trousers of the Victorian era usurped their place even in formal wear. Made of wool, cotton, linen, or silk, breeches were holdovers from the previous century with their baggy seats, although they were fitted about the leg.
If you were going riding, that’s another story. Buckskin breeches were all the thing for equestrian pursuits, and given that the ideal cut was skin-tight, I’m certain the ladies appreciated the view. On the downside, buckskin couldn’t be washed, and tended to sag over time, so the conscientious gentleman would want to replace his riding breeches often so as not to offend feminine sensibilities.
If a gentlemen really wanted to rough it, he might choose a denim-like cotton called nankeen for his riding breeches. I suppose that’s the closest the era gets to jeans, and who doesn’t like a hero in a well-fitting pair of Levis?
Beginning in the 1790s, a new style was adopted from the French revolutionaries, a garment known by possibly the least sexy term ever—the pantaloon. Not to be confused with lacy feminine undergarment of the Victorian era, the Regency pantaloon reached the ankle and fit like proper riding breeches. That is to say, skin-tight. To make up for the non-sexy term, at least we can say our heroes probably looked sexy while sporting these garments—although I recommend looking at lots of period prints just to be certain.
And if some men felt a little less, shall we say, well-endowed in certain areas, they might pad out their pantaloons. Get your minds out of the gutter. I’m talking about the calves. The point of all this fitting was to show off the lower leg. I, for one, am not averse to letting my gaze trail a bit higher, though.
The cover art of my latest release, A Most Devilish Rogue (available tomorrow), inspired this post, and George my hero would certainly let himself be seen only in the most fashionable versions of these garments. One lucky commenter (North America only, please) will win a signed copy, along with an Amazon gift card. So tell me, readers, how do you prefer your hero to dress?
Here’s the blurb:
Years ago, when Isabelle Mears was still a young miss too infatuated to know better, she surrendered her innocence to a dishonorable man. Though ruined and cast out from society, she has worked hard to shelter her illegitimate son, Jack. Having sworn off men in her quiet but dignified life, Isabelle is unprepared for the deep longing that rips through her when a handsome stranger rescues her rambunctious six-year-old from the pounding ocean surf.
George Upperton is a man in trouble with debts, women, and a meddling family. He is, by all accounts, the last gentleman on earth Isabelle should be drawn to. But loneliness is a hard mistress, and caution gives way to desire . . . even though Isabelle is convinced that happiness can’t be found in the arms of such a devilish rogue. Only when Jack is kidnapped does Isabelle discover the true depth of George’s devotion—and how far a good man will go to fight for the woman whose love is all that matters.
I’m happy to welcome a new author to the Dashing Duchesses today. Gina Danna has recently released her first novel, but she has a lot more in the works.
Ashlyn: The word on your latest release is that it’s a Regency-set paranormal with pirates. Tell me more about it.
Gina: The story is c. 1800, beginning in the West Indies and ending up in England. The hero is a pirate who is captured by the British and, according to law, must be hanged. Problem is, he isn’t just a pirate, he’s vampire. He’s already dead so when they offer him a chance out, to rescue a nobleman’s daughter from French pirates, he leaps at the opportunity. I mean, how does a dead blood-sucker carry off a hanging without problems? As captain of a pirate vessel, he must contain his urge to drink his crew so he has a medicine man, witch doctor (or Voodoo if you will), who concocts a brew to contain his thirst. That is, until he rescues our heroine. Then mayhem ensues.
Ashlyn: You’re not just a historical romance author, you’re a real-life history professor. How does your academic background influence your writing?
Gina: I have graduate degrees in history and have learned the art of research very well. My stories have to be historically correct – I want to take the reader back to that time and place, like transported there. It’s interesting to find that people in the past are in so many ways not any different than us today – same faults (okay, maybe not a vampire but voodoo exists!), triumphs and plunders just their surroundings change.
Ashlyn: Your email signature line contains the following quote from Nikita Krushchev: “Historians are dangerous people. They are capable of upsetting everything.” In what ways do you like to upset things?
Gina: LOL The statement is more in reference to politics (though applicable in many places) and how many times, the past tries to be reinvented to today and usually, a historian will point to the sameness and how it didn’t work before.
How do I like to upset things? In my stories, my hero and heroine are usually faced with the situations that we can relate to. The reader wants to warn them, but can’t…
Ashlyn: I hear you like to dabble in various eras. Can you tell us about some of your other projects?
Gina: I am currently revising my Civil War novel, writing my prequel to my Ancient Rome story and am shopping my English Victorian. I also have another Regency at the editors. This story is the only one (so far) with a paranormal twist.
Ashlyn: Wow, lots of variety for readers looking for different eras. I have to say, I’ve read the opening of LOVE AND VENGEANCE, the one set in ancient Rome, and if you’re looking for grit, you’ve got it. Gladiators and political intrigue. Yum! Gina, I also hear you’re a Civil War era re-enactor. Tell us what it’s really like to wear the hoop skirts and corsets. And if you want to give us any tips on using the privy while dressed in pantalets and petticoats, go for it!
Gina: Ah yes, my favourite period – the American Civil War. My mother used to accuse me of having more CW dresses than modern ones. Couple facts – ladies changed clothes many times a day (3-4 in winter; up to 9 in the summer!). The fancy ball gowns with their scoop necks and exposed arms were not worn until after 9 at night (prior & you might be considered one of “those” ladies so Scarlett O’Hara drives me nuts with that picnic dress – so not!). To get dressed in a hoop-dress: put on your chemise then pantalets; stockings next (cotton or wool or imported French silk – white at night; black in day & brand new color: tan!) with garters above the knee (not belts – that’s later), shoes (short boots in day, slippers at night; no higher than 2 inch heel) and finally corset. Corsets are designed 4 inches smaller than you waist. You cinch yourself in (no need for maid to do this! Trust me) leaving 1 to 2 inches open in back. Average waist size – 20 inches. Shoes have to be on 1st because can’t bend over to do this with a corset. LOL
Next – under-petticoat then hoops (cage crinoline) and then over-petticoat (to hide wires). Now you can put on the dress! Dresses were cotton, wool or silk. You change a lot so you don’t have to wash as often. (Another story!) They also wore fake cotton collars and undersleeves (engagements [sic]) because your neck and wrists get filthy during day & it’s easier to clean these than a dress. Dresses are 7 yards of material and must be disassembled to wash…oh what fun! Put on a hat, gloves (kid-leather) and wrap and now you’re ready to go out!
All sorts of variations on this BUT for the privy – with all those petticoats, hoops and skirt, that’s a lot to manage! So the ladies pantalets were split – two leggings sewn to a waistband but crotch left unattached. You lift all the skirts and more or less (excuse me here) squat. Pantalets open and you’re good to go! At reenactments, you’ll see the handicap latrine taken by us in hoops! LOL
Ashlyn: Thank you for taking the time to chat with us today. I definitely have a deeper appreciation of the effort it took to dress a lady during the Civil War era–especially when you consider she changed up to 9 times a day. I think I’ll stick with my simpler Regency outfits.
Her Eternal Rogue
Alexander Barrington flees his tyrannical uncle for the open seas where he becomes a ruthless pirate who turns vampire.
Captured and sentence to hang, a fate he must avoid to keep his vampire self hidden, a reprieve comes if he rescues Lady Lavinia Sinclair from the French pirates and returns her to her fiancé in England.
In this Vampire Diaries meets Pirates of the Caribbean, Alexander falls for the woman who makes him feel human and alive, but can he really have her without exposing what he is – a thief, the undead? The damned? Refusing to taint her innocence any further, he erases her memory of him and vanishes into the night but can he really exist without her?
Available on Amazon http://bit.ly/HerEternalRogue
Greetings, duchesses and friends, today I’m at it again as my latest e-novella, A Secret Affair, is now on sale for only $1.99! It’s book 2.5 of my Secret Brides series and it’s pure fun if I do say so myself.
What am I ‘at’ exactly? Well, I j’adore a romp and this story is particularly rompy. It involves a Regency-era bachelor auction and a case of mistaken, ahem, sexual orientation.
Let’s just say that for a time, the heroine, Frances, thinks the hero, Charlie, is a bit…light in the instep. When she finds out the truth (but Charlie still thinks she thinks it) of course she does what any good Regency romance novel heroine would do and has a bit of fun with it.
Keep reading to see what happens (wink).
Excerpt from A Secret Affair
Frances and Annie had carefully orchestrated their retirement from the dining room tonight. Claiming exhaustion, both women had gone straight up to bed. Charlie well knew they were leaving for Ashbourne Manor soon. He’d been attempting to get Frances alone all day, and she’d successfully eluded him. She’d been half afraid he’d just out with it in the middle of the drawing room full of mixed company and
declare himself partial to women right then and there. Thankfully she’d managed to avoid him, and now she’d left him little choice but to come up to her room and confront her.
A knock sounded at the door.
Right on time.
“Come in,” she called and the door swung wide.
Charlie stalked toward her, thrilling her a little. Indecent to have this man in her bedchamber? Absolutely.
Welcome? Oh, yes.
“Wait. You must listen to me.”
The look of determination in his dark eyes made Frances doubt her course for a moment, but she quickly rallied her confidence. “No. You must listen to me first,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster.
Charlie snapped his mouth shut. He was obviously impatient to speak, but she’d insisted, and he was a gentleman.
“First, be a dear and help me with this.” She turned her back to him and presented the buttons of her gown.
“Wait. What?” His voice shook a bit.
“Unbutton me, please?” She was thankful she was turned away from him so he couldn’t see the look of pure glee that was surely pinned to her face, although she was also a bit disappointed that she couldn’t see the shocked expression on his.
Frances gave a showy sigh and tapped her foot impatiently. “I won’t argue that it’s not exactly proper for you to be in my bedchamb
er, Charlie, but you’ve come here, and I can’t very well call Mary to help me while you’re here, and my stays are pinching me something awful tonight.”
Charlie’s voice faltered. “But I—”
She still didn’t turn to face him but secretly smiled to herself. “Besides,” she added for good measure, “let’s not pretend. We both know this is hardly tempting to you, is it, Charlie?”
She could nearly hear his brain working. He was thinking, all right. Thinking about his options. He could either tell her immediately what he’d come here to say, in which case undressing her was out of the question, or he could play along with her little game and perhaps get an eyeful. A gentleman would tell the truth immediately. But an aroused, tempted gentleman? What would he do? She smiled to herself. She was about to find out.
Her answer came when Charlie’s warm, deft fingers began unbuttoning the back of her gown.
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Ah, summer. When the days are long and hot and the drinks are cold and bottomless (you hope). It’s the perfect time to lounge by the pool, read a great book (or several!), or take that time-honored rite of passage: the family road trip. Let’s jump into our way, way back machine and see how they did that Regency-style!
Taking a road trip in early nineteenth century England was not quite so easy as jumping in your coach and taking off for your destination. Depending upon your financial means, you could travel in a variety of ways. The good news is that by 1800, there was a fairly decent (I didn’t say good) road system. Turnpike trusts—small companies directed by Parliament to build gates and toll bars along the roads—had built around 8,000 tollgates on the roads. A percentage of the tolls charged to travelers (both on horseback and in coaches) paid for the maintenance of the roads. While this was good for the roads, it could be a hassle for travelers who experienced long delays. I can just hear the children in the coach, “Are we there yet?!”
Some travelers may travel by stage or mail coach. The mail coach could get you to your destination quickly and afforded an armed guard (for the mail) in case you preferred to pack your real jewels for your holiday instead of paste. However, for a leisurely ride that included overnight stops at wayside inns, a stagecoach was the way to travel. These stops were necessary to change the horses, but became part of the charm of traveling in this manner, because of the offerings of the various inns. It behooved an innkeeper to provide excellent food and lodging because that’s how they made their money. The horse-changing portion of their service as a stage stop was not very lucrative.
If you’re a Londoner and you’re going to take a stage, you’ll pick it up at one of the many inns in London. If you’re heading west in 1800, you could start out at the Green Man and Still, The Bull and Mouth, or the Spread Eagle (ahem, really). Or, if you want to stay at one of the finest inns in London, you could begin your journey at the White Horse Cellar on the corner of Arlington Street. Some of the largest coaching inns in Town included St. Martin’s-le-Grand, the Belle Sauvage on Ludgate Hill, the Three Nuns in Aldgate, or the Saracen’s Head on Snow Hill.
Now, that you’ve selected your mode of travel and your starting off point, where will you go? What better place to go in the summer than the seaside! The sea was fast becoming the place to be for English folk, in part because of their dominion over the seas of the world and also because of the purported healing qualities of seawater for a host of ailments. But there was more to do at the seaside than being “dipped” in the ocean or going out in a bathing machine. There was walking, of course, and one could take a quite splendid stroll along the Chain Pier, which stretched out over the water at Brighton. There were carriage drives and picnics, dances at the Assembly Rooms, and the circulating library. Before you think the library sounds dull (though I doubt any of our dear readers would!), it was far more than books and periodicals. It was like a modern-day coffee and gift shop. Ladies could spend hours there gossiping, buying trinkets, and sampling treats and drinks. Sounds like a good time to me!
There are many seaside towns to choose from—Brighton of course if you want to be seen. (They’ll even toll a bell upon your arrival if you’re important enough.) Southend-on-Sea is lovely as is Weymouth. Both locations have had royal visitors, which can only recommend them. But, if the sea isn’t your thing, there are always the spas at Bath, Harrogate, or Tunbridge Wells. Whether you be of noble birth or simply from the middle class, you shall be welcomed!
I hope you’ve enjoyed our little time travel journey. Are you planning a road trip this summer? What’s your favorite road trip? I live on the west cost of the U.S. and I love the drive along the coast highway from Oregon into Northern California. It can get very twisty, so it’s not for the carsick, but it’s gorgeous.
I am excited to present to you fellow Avon Author Elizabeth Boyle today, who is visiting the Dashing Duchesses today! Elizabeth is RITA-winning author who has penned twenty adventurous and romantic novels, with seventeen of them hitting bestseller lists. That might make her a Grand Duchess… and means we might want to offer her more than tea! Without further ado, I give you the fabulous Lady Boyle.
Everyone always asks, where do you get your ideas. Well . . . I get ideas in all sorts of ways—sometimes it is an item in the newspaper, other times it might be a pair of teens gossipy about their “BFF”, and for my new book, AND THE MISS RAN AWAY WITH THE RAKE, the idea for my correspondence match up came from two places: an article in the Jane Austen magazine about matchmaking advertisements at the time, and one of my favorite movies, Shop Around the Corner (and my less favorite remake, You’ve Got Mail).
I had just read the matchmaking article as I was beginning to write the first book in the series, ALONG CAME A DUKE. When I saw this actual advertisement from Regency times, I died—the very notion of a gentleman advertising for someone to find him a Lady of Fortune was hilarious, and wanted to work something akin to this into the story—using it eventually as a joke of sorts.
But that joke, the hero placing a matchmaking advertisement in the paper for his staid and proper uncle, Lord Henry Seldon, just kept prodding the idea hopper. What if someone actually answered such an ad? What if LOTS of women responded to his ad? What would poor Henry do with baskets and baskets of perfumed letters? The idea was just too much fun, too delicious to pass up and thus starts my latest book, AND THE MISS RAN AWAY WITH THE RAKE.
In actuality, placing ads was one way for lonely hearts to find a mate during the Regency time period, just as people go online now. And just like now, there were cautions about meeting a potential suitor that way. Several women responded to such ads and were never seen or heard from again, or arrived to find their future husband already had a wife.. . or two already.
So I have to ask—has anyone used online dating or answered a personal ad? What happened? And did you find your rake, as Miss Daphne Dale did?
Elizabeth Boyle is the author of 20 historical romances and an avid fan of all things Regency, especially quirky little bits of history like matchmaking via the newspaper. You can find a list of Elizabeth’s books at her website (http://www.elizabethboyle.com) or LIKE her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/AuthorElizabethBoyle) or follow her on Twitter(https://twitter.com/ElizBoyle) , where she waxes poetic and snarky, depending on her mood.
This is a special, duchess-approved version of the classic game show. Not that a duchess watches game shows, since the telly hasn’t been invented yet–but if she did, she would know all the answers to this one.
Since this is a Flash game, and I can’t work out how to embed it in the post, I’m going to link to it on another site. Amounts are in pounds, naturally. If you’d like to play along, you can keep track of your score.
Perhaps we can get a little friendly competition going! Not that any of us are competitive in the least.
Click this link for the game, and keep track of your score on paper. And be honest. No Googling.
Let us know how you did in the comments! To sweeten the pot, just a bit, I’m going to pick a commenter to receive a signed cover flat of my second book.
Join me, dear duchesses and friends, as I celebrate my release week for the latest story in my Secret Brides series, Secrets of a Runaway Bride. (3/26/13 St. Martin’s Press)
I like to refer to my work as Racy Regency Romps and if I do say so myself, this story delivers on all three of those promises.
Why romps, you ask?
Well, because they are the types of stories I most like to read. Many of our dear duchesses write such wonderful tales, though the duchesses’ styles range from the quite serious and dark to full-on drunken-night-of-revelry frolics! And we do adore our differences. But I’ve always been a huge fan of the farce, the comedy, and the romp. So much so that my entire next series is going to be based on famous comic plays. Read the rest of this entry »
Ash: Greetings, and welcome today. I’m very excited because my debut is coming out tomorrow, and…
Ash: Oh, you’ve heard. It’s the day before my book release. It’s called A Most Scandalous Proposal. Thank you for dropping by to congratulate me. *smile smile*
Jen: Erm, actually… It’s the day before my book releases, too.