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Silver-Fork-NovelLikely the more research-minded of the Riskies knew about this genre already (and Sandra Schwab added more to my knowledge), but just this week I was looking for a type of novel that would be written in the early Victorian era, and I found out about ‘Silver fork‘ novels (my heroine’s sister is writing a serial).

These are novels that were set in the Regency, but written thirty years later, taking a reminiscent look back at the period but also casting a censorious eye on some of its frivolities (this was the Victorian era, remember). I was trying to think about how that would work now; would novelists return to the mid-’80s and write about new wave, and about Ronald Reagan’s presidency, and the ending of the Cold War, and Prime Minister Thatcher? There are novels that do that, of course, but it’s not a genre, per se.

Inevitably there came the anti-silver fork novel movement, which deglamorized the period, didn’t concentrate on the aristocracy, and tried to be less treacly in writing about the period.

It’s looking back at these kinds of artistic movements that make me realize we’re not so different from our ancestors, 200+ years on. We continue to write, and react-write, and react-react-write, so that everything keeps rolling in a continuous circle.

And meanwhile, I am almost up to 10,000 words on the new book, a Marriage of Convenience story with a rakish duke and his perfectly impeccable duchess. Here’s a bit from the beginning:

So he was not so happy when he heard his brother Griffith calling his name.

Griff wasn’t bad, as brothers went, in fact Nicholas quite liked him. But Griff, unlike his older brother, did not habituate houses of ill repute, nor even houses of good repute, instead usually staying in the library to spend more time reading.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Nicholas said, removing the woman from his lap and placing her gently beside him. He did up the buttons of his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, which he knew was entirely disheveled, thanks to the sensual stroking and playing that had been done to it.

“In here, Griff,” he shouted, getting to his feet. He was just tucking his shirt back into his trousers when Griffith entered, his brother’s eyes widening as he saw what must have appeared to be absolute and total debauchery in the room.

Or, as Nicholas liked to call it, Tuesday.

Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend!

Megan

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DUKE'S GUIDE TO CORRECT BEHAVIOR cover[2]I have a cover! And a blurb! And things!

All of London knows the Duke of Rutherford has position and wealth. They also whisper that he’s dissolute, devilish, and determinedly unwed. So why, everyone is asking, has he hired a governess?

When Miss Lily Russell crosses the threshold of the Duke of Rutherford’s stylish townhouse, she knows she has come face to face with sensual danger. For this is no doting papa. Rather, his behavior is scandalous, and his reputation rightly earned. And his pursuit of her is nearly irresistible-but resist she must for the sake of her pupil.

As for the duke himself, it was bad enough when his unknown child landed on his doorstep. Now Lily, with her unassuming beauty, has aroused his most wicked fantasies-and, shockingly, his desire to change his wanton ways. He’s determined to become worthy of her, and so he asks for her help in correcting his behavior.

But Lily has a secret, one that, if it becomes known, could change everything…

The Duke’s Guide to Correct Behavior will be out November 25, 2014, and will be followed by a novella and another full book (titles TBA) in 2015. Woot!

Megan

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neck021I’ve been conspicuously (or maybe not, since I haven’t been here) absent from the Riskies, my most recent explanation being that I am writing my first Avon (!) book (November 25, 2014) titled The Duke’s Guide to Correct Behavior. The book is part of the Dukes Behaving Badly series, so yes, I’ll be writing another duke hero. I’m including the first few paragraphs of the book:

Marcus felt his lip curl as he surveyed the signs of debauchery in his ballroom. Which was not, he knew full well, used for parties, balls, or social events of any kind.

Empty brandy bottles lingered to the sides of the chairs at random angles around the room; various articles of women’s clothing were scattered around, including one cleverly-placed corset on a statue of one of his very male ancestors; a few plates of half-eaten food were on the tables, one of the cats that refused to leave (or more correctly that he didn’t have the heart to make go) nibbling delicately on them while a second cat twined about his ankles.

“So you were saying how difficult it is to be a duke?” Smithfield’s tone was as dry as–well, as Marcus’s throat.

He could fix that. He drained his glass, then attempted to scowl at Smithfield, one of his two new boon companions. The other, Collins, was currently fast asleep on one of the sofas, the results of imbibing a substantial amount of the brandy one of Collins’s ships had brought in. Marcus himself had fallen asleep earlier, so he wasn’t entirely exhausted. Not entirely, at least.

“It sounds ridiculous,” he said, then felt himself smile as Smithfield looked at him pointedly. “It is ridiculous. I am a duke, I have no no financial issues, I am unmarried, in prime health, and can do nearly whatever I want.”

“But?” Smithfield said as Marcus paused.

“But all that is required of a duke is that we wed properly and start fathering little dukes-to-be, and that particular scenario is enough to make me want to wrap that corset,” he said, gesturing to the statue, “around my throat and strangle myself. Bad enough I have to live a life I had never planned on; to do it at the side of a woman I would, in the best case, amicably dislike, in the worst case, utterly loathe, is not to be considered.”

“That is terrible,” Smithfield replied, still in that dry as Marcus’s throat used-to-be tone. “To have to marry and swan about being a duke when you could–well, what did you do six months ago, before you inherited? Or better yet, what would you rather be doing?”

Marcus finds something to do when his illegitimate child arrives at his door, and he needs to find a governess for her. Then things happen, as they do, and there’s a (SPOILER) Happy Ever After.

I don’t have the final cover yet, but I can say my name is in BLUE FOIL, and that is about the most exciting thing ever.

More later, but meanwhile–YAY!

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What Not To Bare by Megan FramptonFirst off, I would be remiss if I did not mention that What Not to Bare is discounted, for a limited time, to .99.

And also (this feels as though it’s going to be a very newsy post, so bear with me–ha! see what I did there–while I share) I’ve had a workshop accepted to this year’s RWA National Conference: Angst and Affability: Using Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice to Craft New Adult and Contemporary Romance. I’ll be doing the workshop for the first time at the New England Conference, and I’m excited and nervous about presenting it.

I love going to conferences because it’s a time to connect in person with fellow writers and romance readers, people who know just what I’m talking about when I mention black moment, or DNF, or TBR pile, or any of those types of things.

Also–this is SO NEWSY, my goodness!–I received my RITA books for judging. For people who don’t know, the RITA is an award given to the best books from a year, rather like the Oscars for romance novels. And it’s judged by fellow writers. I love judging because I am exposed to authors and genres I might not normally find on my own. Of course I have the secret hope that someone out there is discovering ME and finding something she wouldn’t have known about. The nominations come out around the end of March. So cross your respective fingers for all of us who’ve entered!

Today, and most of this weekend, in fact, is set aside for writing, since I’m embarking on a new project, and I’m excited about it, but I can’t share details for a bit. So I’m off to read, and write, and flog my book sale, and all that. What about you? What are you doing this weekend?

Megan

 

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cluelessHappy Birthday, Jane!

It’s amazing that just six books from one woman, writing over two hundred years ago, could so profoundly affect us still–but she was writing universal truths, after all, and those truths don’t go away just because we’ve got lattes, and the internet, and horseless carriages.

Jane, to her credit, did not settle. She persevered in her work in private, only able to grab times to write here and there. She did not get to announce to her family that she had a deadline, and therefore they had to leave her alone and eat mac and cheese for the next few weeks.

She had the chance for a married life, but turned it down. I’m not on top of any scholarship about why she might have said yes, then taken it back twenty-four hours later, but I’m guessing she didn’t want to settle just for the comfort of being a married woman in her own home. It’s heartbreaking to think that Jane–who defined romantic love for many of us in her books–wasn’t able to find it for herself, but at least she didn’t have to pull a Charlotte Lucas and marry out of necessity, as opposed to love.

In that, Jane was a true kick-ass heroine, a woman who did what she wanted to despite the strictures of her situation and society. She wrote, she made her own life choices, and her definitions of life, love, family, and society remain vital guides to readers and writers today.

Happy Birthday, Jane!

Megan

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