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So I am finally settled in the new place (sort of–all the books are out, so that counts as settled in to me!), and the Internet finally got up and running yesterday, so I am getting back in the online routine.  And I have winners!

The winner of Love Letters is… Jo’s Daughter!

The winner of The Secret Wife of George IV is…Cyn209!

The winner of The Art of Romance is…Amanda Ward!

The winner of the fabulous Lady and the Highwayman is…Anna Bowlins!

And a copy of Running From Scandal to Stefanie D!

Congrats to all!  Email me your snail mail address at amccabe7551 AT yahoo, and I will get them sent out.

I found a few other duplicate books while I was unpacking, so I will probably have another giveaway soon.  And I’ll be back next week to talk about not one but TWO Christmas novellas I have out this year….

I am in the middle of piles of boxes here, and trying to figure out how to get all my shoes packed–AND I have a WIP due at the end of next month!  So, since i am brain-frozen, and have lots of stuff I need to get rid of after the big clean-out, let’s have a giveaway.  Here’s what I have:

LoveLettersCoverLove Letters by Antonia Fraser (lots of lovely paintings, as well as beautiful excerpts from famous love letters)

The Secret Wife of King George IV by Diane Hager (a novel about Mrs. Fitzherbert)

The Art of Romance (a great book of vintage Harlequin covers)

 

 

 

LadyhighwaymanAnd last, but certainly not least, a DVD of The Lady and the Highwayman–Hugh Grant (in a mullet hairdo!) plays a Barbara Cartland hero.  Seriously, people, you must see this…

I’ll also throw in a copy of Running from Scandal, since I just got my author copies yesterda!

Just leave your name and email, plus which book you want, in the comments, and I will pick winners at random later this week!

DominicCooper.AllenIn honor of Verdi, whose 200th birthday is today, I’m giving you an excerpt (slightly cleaned up) from my soon-to-be released erotic historical A Certain Latitude. The very vague connection is that there is mention of an opera here. The picture is not of Verdi but of Dominic Cooper as Willoughby in the latest BBC adaptation of Sense & Sensibility, who looks something like my hero.

Note that both hero and heroine are in a, uh, horizontal position.

“Tell me about your mistress.”
“Which one?”
“How many have there been? To start with, the one whose husband chased you to the dock.”
“Ah. Lady Ann. A dreadful woman.”
“Then, why on earth—”
“This part of me—” he thrust upward—“did the thinking. And if her husband had sued for divorce, I would have been named and then obliged to marry her.”
“But it doesn’t seem fair. What will her husband do to her?”
Allen ran his hand over her neck, pushing hair aside. “Expect her to be more discreet next time. It’s the way of the world.”
His breathing became faster. Already she knew the signs; she had learned the lessons of his body.
“Who else?”
“Who else what?”
“Who else have you bedded?”
“Hmm. You wish for the whole list?”
“List?” She put her lips to his ear and sang, “Ma in Ispagna son già mille e tre … mille e tre.”
Beneath her, he rumbled with laugher. “Not in Spain, but in Bristol maybe.”
“A thousand and three in one city? You mean you outdid Don Giovanni himself?”
He shrugged and fell silent.
“Is my singing so dreadful?”
He muttered, “I shouldn’t—I had this bad habit of seducing merchants’ wives. Silly, bored, rich women, for whom I was a consolation, an entertainment. I didn’t like any of them particularly. I don’t think they liked me much, either. Each one at first presented a challenge, a mystery, but afterward I found I was lonelier—” He stopped and turned his head away.
“Allen—”
“Except,” he added, “this never happened with them.” He laughed, a dry, ironic chuckle. “You may tell me it doesn’t matter. I believe that’s the acceptable, sympathetic thing for a woman to say under the circumstances. God knows it’s never happened before, so I’m not quite sure of the etiquette the situation demands. But, by all means coo something sweet while pitying me—even though you suspect this happens all the time.”
“A moment.” Clarissa eased herself onto her elbows. “May I borrow your writing slope? I must make note of this for any future encounters.”
He laughed and gripped her arms, turning his face to hers. “Don’t move. Do you know, Clarissa, I think you may be the only woman I’ve had that I actually liked?”
“How appalling.” She rubbed her nose against his. “Have you ever been in love?”
He shrugged. “Quite frequently, but it faded. I proposed to a couple of women, but fortunately they turned me down. I suspect I’m a little in love with you, Miss Onslowe, but have no fear. The condition will pass.”
“I rejoice to hear it.” Was it disappointment or relief she felt? “Love might well be a complication for us both. You are quite right.”

Any opera fans out there? Any favorite operas? Favorite Verdi operas? I vote for La Traviata.

ICESToday I’m going to share another one of my favorite web site.  Historic Food belongs to Ivan Day, a highly regarded food historian.  Mr. Day, however, is much more than a historian.  He is much in demand to present and recreate historic recipes.  He prepares historically accurate banquets for historic locations, such as these  at Harewood House in Leeds and Fairfax House in York. Take a look at his Events section.  He’s done quite a bit of television in the UK (as if you needed another reason to wish you were there) and has written a couple of books.  His work has been exhibited in many museums, including the Paul Getty Research Institute, Philadelphia Museum of Art, the Museum of London, Fairfax House, the Bowes Museum and the Rothschild Collection.

kitchen4natHe also gives historic cooking courses at his 17th century farmhouse in Cumbria in his period kitchen.  Another reason I’d like to be England.

Go explore his web site.  But if you don’t have time, I leave you with a recipe for muscadine Ices.

muscadine-ice

Take one ounce of elder flower, which you put in a sabotiere, pour upon it about half a pint of boiling water, cover your sabotiere with its lid, thus let it draw about half an hour, make then a composition precisely, as it were to make a plain lemon ice, and as directed in that article; to tha tcomposition add your infusion of elder flower, pass the whole through a sieve, and put it in the sabotiere to congeal as we have explained.
From Borella The Court and Country Confectioner (London: 1770)

So what is going on around here??  Still revising, still WIPing, still packing for next weekend’s move.  Seriously, I hate moving!!!  Where did all this stuff come from?  How will I ever get it all packed?  I need one of those Regency yard sales Gail talked about a few days ago….

In the meantime, I’m reading a very interesting book, Sara Wheeler’s O My America! Six Women and Their Second Acts in the New World, all about women in history who found new lives and new beginnings in America.  I always love histories of women who lived their lives outside the lines.  It includes Fanny Trollope (mother of Anthony, she wrote a bestseller that has a scathing review of American manners and craziness…I’d love to see what she had to say about the government right now), actress Fanny Kemble, who married a Southern plantation owner and wrote moving about the tragedy and complexity of slavery, famous traveler Isabella Bird–and Jane Austen’s niece, Catherine Hubback, a woman I knew very little about.

This is what Wikipedia has to say about her:

“Catherine Anne Hubback (1818 – 25 February 1877) was an English novelist, and the eighth child and fourth daughter of Sir Francis Austen (1774-1865), and niece of Jane Austen.

She began writing fiction to support herself and her three sons after her husband John Hubback was institutionalized with a breakdown. She had copies of some of her aunt’s unfinished works and, in 1850, remembering Austen’s proposed plot, she wrote The Younger Sister, a completion of Jane Austen’s The Watsons. In the next thirteen years, she completed nine more novels.

She emigrated to California, USA in 1870. In the autumn of 1876 she removed to Gainesville, Prince William Co, VA, where she died in 1877. Her novels, which enjoyed some popularity in their time, are no longer well-known. Her most important contribution is to literary history where she, and later family, perpetuated Austen family history.”

HubbackBut it sounds like there was so much more to her life.  The 8th of 11 children of Frank, one of the Navy brothers, she was born the year after Aunt Jane died.  She married a respectable, prosperous attorney, had 3 sons, gained a reputation as a good hostess–then her comfortable, expected life shattered when her husband went insane and had to be committed to an asylum.  Catherine, left with her sons to raise, took to writing (it seems someone said “Hey, you remember Aunt Jane?  She had this unfinished manuscript.  Why don’t you finish it?” and she did her own version of The Watsons to start).  She wrote vast Victorian tomes of about 800 pages, which I have never read or even seen, and she herself knew they weren’t all that great.  But they put food on the table and sent her sons to school, which is all she wanted.  When her eldest son moved to San Francisco, then a half rough-and-tumble frontier town and half up-and-coming cosmopolitan city, with a strong Spanish flavor, she went too.  And she made a whole new life for herself in a whole new place.  (There’s a good post about her on the Austen Authors blog, too)

 

It looks like there is a volume of her letters, An Englishwoman in California, which I’m going to look for.  And now back to revising…

Who are some adventurous women you admire??

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