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What is it about titles that sets us all a-flutter? What is it with all those dukes and earls and pedigreed persons and why have they become such a staple of historical romance?

Maybe it’s because they’re powerful alpha males in tight pants. Or it’s a fundamental yearning manifested by a fascination with the young, rich, and pretty behaving badly (Paris, Britney et al) and attempts to establish a dynasty in the White House. We never had a chance at royalty after the unfortunate episode with the tea in Boston harbor, and now we’re trying to compensate.

I think it’s quite a reality check for Americans to realize how indifferent the English are about their great families, including the Windsors, unless they provide an excuse for a party or a really good national cry. All that anachronistic pomp and circumstance; all that inbred dullness. Yet the aristocracy still have that promise, even if it’s not fulfilled, of glamor and beauty and being bigger than life; and two hundred years ago they did have more interesting lives and more opportunities than the riff-raff. The rich and beautiful cavorting around Carlton House makes for better escapist reading than, say, trying to find firewood and cooking up the cabbage in the last smear of bacon fat.

And look at the stuff they were good at! Sports, like fencing, all dash and expertise.

Getting drunk, a favorite pastime of just about everyone in England, then and now, which I suppose takes a dash and expertise all of its own.

Hunting small furry things which apparently also enjoy the sport.


And all that good stuff with dogs and horses and art–even if the art technically didn’t belong to them but was lying around neglected somewhere classical.

So my question is, do you ever feel that we’ve gone overboard with aristos in romance? Does the appearance of yet another young, handsome, single duke make your heart sing or sink? Or do you accept it as part of the fantasy?

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Our Regency heroes were all dressed as girls for the first few years of their lives. Sad but true, and somehow they grew up normal; the upside of it was that they then enjoyed the formal ceremony of being breeched–that is, allowed to wear pants. And other than the cross-dressing, it wasn’t that bad a time to be a child, if you survived, and, of course, had the additional luck of being born into a family with money and education.

Children were no longer seen as adults in miniature or full of original sin that needed to be flogged out of them. Childhood was becoming recognized as a stage in life, much as the 1950s spawned the cult of the teenager, thanks to Rousseau’s Emile, a novel that explored the ideal upbringing of a child (ironically, Rousseau sent his own children to be raised in an institution, hoping they’d have a better chance in life there than as the illegitimate offspring of an impoverished writer). Wordsworth and Blake wrote about childhood as a state of mystical innocence.

Children now had their own styles of clothing, such as the skeleton suit for little boys and the late eighteenth-century styles for girls’ clothes–high waisted, simple cotton gowns–later became the fashion for adults. Books, games, and puzzles were produced for children, and not all the books were improving texts.

But even in those relatively enlightened times, and in affluent families, the infant mortality rate was appallingly high. It makes you wonder what the relationships between children and parents were like–did parents love their children without reservation, knowing they might have only a short time together? Or did parents repress their natural feelings to protect themselves from the grief to come?

In a biography of Mary Wollstonecraft I read (sorry, can’t remember which one), there was a truly heartbreaking excerpt from a letter Mary wrote after losing a child–but the thing that struck me as odd was that she referred to the baby as it. It could be a linguistic oddity–like the French word bebe not entering the language until the late nineteenth-century. But words are important, as we know. Does this reflect an attitude of the past that is quite alien to us now? Is this how the Regency produced Victorians?

And how do you feel about the portrayal of children in romances? Quoting myself, number seven in the top ten things a heroine would never say in a Regency romance (from The Rules of Gentility):

I don’t care if that adorable lisping child is the apple of the hero’s eye. If she doesn’t shut up I’ll slap her.

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Having been accused (several times) of despising gratuitous mantitty, I present for your delectation the following…

Oooh. Alan Greenspan. He is just so … powerful. So … hot. Announcements about interest rates haven’t been the same since his retirement. It might only have been a quarter of an interest point, but temperatures would soar.

Sean Connery, the man who’s been shaking and stirring us for … decades. Oh baby.

Patrick Stewart who could make it so with me anytime. Not only can he wear spandex in public and not be embarrassed but he can sing and dance too. Check it out.

Peter O’Toole, once a lovely young thing, now a lovely, if cadaverous, old thing who could cross my desert any time.

Alan Rickman, the underground hit of Sense and Sensibility,.Women swooned at his imcomprehensible upperclass mumble and the slow crawl of his jowls seeking freedom from his high collar.

Ian McKellen, quite definitely a player for the other team and never the prettiest boy in the playground, but he does have a certain … something. There’s just something about him that makes you want to comb through his beard for snacks or offer to hold his staff if he looks tired.

Come on, ladies. Confess. Who’s your favorite hot old man?

On the Big Fat Day of Luuurve we’re pleased to have as our special guest Cupid, the god of love.

Welcome to the Riskies, Cupid.

Thanks. Make it quick, girlie. It’s a big day for me.

Okay. First, I–

And enough of the pink, okay?

Sorry. Is this better?

[Cupid grunts and retrieves a packet of Camels from his quiver. He lights up.]

You smoke?

So? It’s a stressful job, let me tell you. And, hey, what’s it going to do to me? I’m an immortal. You should see their faces in the convenience store when they ask for ID.

Don’t you think that also might have something to do with you being naked? Okay. So how was your job during the Regency?

The Regency wasn’t bad, all things considered. Not too much whalebone, and no steel–that was tough, dealing with Victorian corsets. You wouldn’t believe the number of arrows I ruined. I had some fun, though, making people fall in love with unsuitable partners. Prinny was a real sucker and talk about a target you couldn’t miss… That Byron, he was a real babe magnet–didn’t really need my help but I shot Lady Caroline Lamb for him so he didn’t get too full of himself. And now and again I’d get a duke to fall in love with his cook, and that was always good for a laugh.

Is that what you enjoy about your job? Making trouble?

Basically, yes. Otherwise it gets pretty boring.

Have you ever considered a career change?

It’s difficult for a deity; you do what you do. I wouldn’t mind something where I got some action myself–I wouldn’t mind becoming a shower of gold or a bull, if I had to–but you get tired of hovering around boudoirs with your arrow ready to fly off the string, if you know what I mean–

I’ll have to cut you off there since we’re not that sort of blog. How has the job changed over the past two centuries?

Hmm. Well, no one thinks in terms of unsuitable matches much, which takes a lot of the challenge out of the job. I’ve had some arrow losses with underwire bras, but nothing to complain of particularly. Hold on, that’s my cell. [Cupid retrieves a cell phone from his quiver] I’ve gotta take this. It’s my agent….[after a brief conversation he clicks the phone shut] Sorry babe, gotta go. I’ve got a chance at a chocolates commercial. It’s been great. See ya.

[exits in a flutter of wings and cloud of cigarette smoke]

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. Tell us what you’re doing to celebrate!

I’m blogging today over at the Wet Noodle Posse on the hazards and thrills of writing historical characters, and guest blogging–and giving away a book–tomorrow, Feb. 15 at a new blog, Lust in Time.

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Welcome to the Riskies, Christie! I’m very excited about this book because I was a critique partner with Christie, and I can’t wait to read the finished version. Christie will drop by during the day to answer questions and comments, and the Riskies will pick a winner, who will receive a signed copy of the book (the usual rules apply–no masquerading under different handles–we know who you are and we will say rude things about your cats).

Christie, tell us about your book:

Thank you for having me here! I really am terrible at giving the short synopsis on Every Night I’m Yours so instead, I’ll give you the back cover blurb:

At twenty-six, aspiring novelist Avis Copley intends to wear spinsterhood as a badge of honor. But when she discovers a volume of erotica that ignites a searing fire within her, Avis realizes just how much she doesn’t know about the actual pleasures of the flesh. Determined to learn more, she devises a daring plan…

Avis chooses Emory Billingsworth, a fellow novelist-not to mention a beautiful specimen of manhood-to instruct her in carnal pleasure. But when the brash earl of Selby, Banning Talbot, a man she has known for years, unearths Avis’ true intentions, he claims she’s made a dangerously bad choice. Volunteering his services for one wicked night of reckless, abandoned passion, Banning promises he will satisfy all of her deepest longings. Yet Banning cannot begin to imagine the effect his willful, voluptuous, and very eager student will have on him-or how far an innocent lesson in desire can go…

Oooh. What gave you the idea?

This story woke me up from a great sleep one night. I had been writing a different story that had both Avis and Banning as secondary characters. I really hadn’t intended on writing about them. At least I hadn’t until I woke up one night to Avis telling me she planned to take a lover. My first thought was, no. A spinster in Regency England just doesn’t do that. Well, Avis wouldn’t listen to me. So I had no choice but to write the story.

What attracted you to the Regency as a setting?

I have been reading Regency set historicals forever. So for me, after I wrote a few manuscripts that should never see the light of day again, I decided to focus on writing what I love to read. Every Night I’m Yours was my second Regency historical.

What’s your favorite part of the book?

My favorite scene is when Avis decides she can’t take Emory as a lover. So she tells Banning that she will have to find another man. Banning blurts out that she should take him as a lover. He’s more shocked that he said it than she is to hear it. When she leaves the room, he realizes that he can’t take his sister’s best friend away for a two week affair. But the more he ponders the situation, the more he realizes that Avis is exactly what he’s been looking for in a wife.

(The Risky question) What part of this book do you–or your editor–consider risky or unusual?

I think the riskiest part was having my heroine make a logical decision to have an affair. This wasn’t an emotional decision based on love but purely on satisfying her own curiosity. Some people might not like that in a romance because she didn’t wait until she was in love with the hero before she bedded him.

What’s next for you?

The story is about Banning’s sister, Jennette. She has a deep secret that only one other person knows, and he’s ready to blackmail her to keep it secret. Only blackmail turns to passion and then to love. It’s been a tougher story for me to write because it is such an emotional book.

Your question or comment enter you into a drawing for a signed copy of the book. Have fun!

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