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February 12, 2011
Valentine's Day Launch of Embrace Books ~ Georgian Romance The Reluctant Marquess
On Valentine's Day
THE RELUCTANT MARQUESS a Georgian Romance
ISBN: 9781844718425
Buy Link:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Reluctant-Marquess-ebook/dp/B004NBY2EW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=A24IB90LPZJ0BS&s=books&qid=1297546064&sr=1-1
Author website: http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com/
Blurb:
A country-bred girl, Charity Barlow never expected to become a Marchioness. Nonetheless, she is determined to make her marriage of convenience into the ton work. Yet despite the strong attraction between them, and Charity's bold attempts at intimacy, the rakish Lord Robert does not believe a husband should be in love with his wife. Can she ever make him love her?
Excerpt:
The footman knocked on a solid oak door.
'Enter.'
She stepped with trepidation into the room to be embraced by warmth. A fire blazed in the baronial fireplace where a liver-spotted spaniel lifted its head to study her. After a thump of a tail, its head sank to its paws again, lulled back to sleep by the heat. Above the fireplace, the painting of a hunting scene featured several dogs. Two tall china spaniels flanked the fireplace mantel. The heavy oak beams across the ceiling, and walls covered floor to ceiling in shelves of tomes made the room seem snug. Charity rushed over and crouched on the Oriental rug beside the animal, giving it a pat. The dog's tail thumped harder. 'You're a nice fellow, aren't you?' Her stiff cold muscles loosened, and the icy pit at the base of her stomach began to thaw. Maybe she could be happy here. She loved dogs.
'Welcome to Castle St. Malin.'
A man rose from behind a massive mahogany desk strewn with papers in the corner of the room. He crossed the room to greet her. He was not her godfather. She caught her breath. He was tall, his dark hair drawn back in a queue, and there was something of the marquess' haughty demeanour about his handsome face, but she doubted he'd yet reached thirty.
'Thank you.' Charity could only stare at his attire, her gaze locked on his gold silk waistcoat as he bowed before her. He was in mourning, for black crepe graced the sleeve of his emerald green coat. With a sense of foreboding, she curtseyed on wobbly knees. 'Where is the marquess, if you please?' She looked around hoping her godfather might pop out of somewhere, but the room was otherwise empty.
'I am the Marquess of St. Malin. My uncle passed away a short time ago.'
'Oh. I'm so sorry.' What she feared was true. Charity had an overwhelming desire to sit and glanced at the damask sofa.
He reacted immediately, taking her arm and escorting her to a chair. 'Sit by the fire. You look cold and exhausted.' He turned to the footman. 'Bring a hot toddy for Miss Barlow.'
Charity sank down gratefully, her modest panniers settling around her.
'I find the staff here poorly trained,' he said. 'I don't know what my uncle was about.'
'Why did you send a carriage for me?' she asked, leaning back against the sofa cushions. 'I wouldn't have come had I known.'
'I thought it best to sort the matter out here and now.' He rested an elbow on a corner of the mantel and stirred the dog with a foot. 'Shame on you, Felix. You might accord Miss Barlow a warm welcome.' He looked at her. 'My uncle's dog; he's mourning his master.' He raised his brows. 'Notice of my uncle's passing appeared in The Daily Universal Register.'
'We don't get that newspaper in my village.'
'You don't? I wasn't aware of you until the reading of the will. Then I learned of your parents' death from my solicitor. I'm very sorry.'
'Thank you. I'm sorry, too, about your uncle.'
'My uncle fell ill only a few months ago. He rallied and then …' The new marquess' voice faded. He sighed and stared into the fire.
'You must have been very fond of him,' Charity said into the quiet pause that followed. Though, if she were honest, she felt surprise that the cool man she remembered could have provoked that level of affection.
He raised his eyes to meet hers and gave a bleak smile. 'Yes, I was fond of him. He always had my interest at heart, you see.' He sat in the oxblood leather chair opposite and rested his hands on his knees. 'I am his acknowledged heir, and the legalities have been processed. I've inherited the title and the entailed properties. The rest of his fortune will pass to another family member should I fail to conform to the edicts of his will.'
'His will?' Charity gripped her sweaty hands together, she couldn't concentrate on anything the man said. Her mind whirled, filled with desperate thoughts. With her godfather dead, where would she go from here? Her heart raced as she envisioned riding off along the dark cliffs to join a theatre troupe, or become a tavern wench.
'This must be difficult for you to take in, and I regret having to tell you tonight before you have rested. But I'm compelled to move quickly as you have no chaperone and have travelled here alone …'
She raised her chin. 'There was no one to accompany me.' She would not allow him to make her feel like a poor relation, even though she was quite definitely poor. And alone. She hated that more than anything. What had her godfather left her? She hoped it would allow her some measure of independence and wasn't just a vase or the family portrait.
The footman entered, carrying a tray with a cup of steaming liquid. Charity took the drink and sipped it gratefully. It was warming and tasted of a spicy spirit. She found it hard to concentrate on his words, as her mind retreated into a fog and her eyes wandered around the room. She finished the drink, which had heated her insides, and allowed her head to loll back against the cushions. Her gaze rested on her host, thinking he would be handsome if he smiled. She was so tired, and the warmth of the fire made her drowsy. What was he saying?
'It's the best thing for both of us, don't you agree?'
She shook her head to try and clear it. 'I'm sorry, what did you say?'
He frowned. 'The will states we must marry. Straightaway, I'm afraid.'
'I … What? I'm to m-marry you?' Placing her cup down carefully on the table she struggled to her feet, fighting fatigue and the affects of whatever it was she'd just drunk. Smoothing her gown, she glanced at the door through which she intended to depart at any moment. 'I have no intention …'
His lips pressed together in a thin line. 'I know it's perplexing. I didn't intend to wed for some years. I certainly would have preferred to choose whom I married, as no doubt would you.'
Her jaw dropped. What kind of man was this? She had been raised to believe that marriage was a sacred institution. He made it sound so … inconsequential. She stared at him. 'The will states I must marry you?'
'Yes, that's exactly what it states.' He rose abruptly with a rustle of silk taffeta and moved closer to the fire. She wondered if he might be as nervous as she. 'Unless I'm prepared to allow my uncle's unentailed fortune go to a distant relative. Which I am not. As I have said.' His careful tone suggested he thought her a simpleton. Under his unsympathetic gaze, she sank back down onto the sofa. 'You are perfectly within your rights to refuse, but I see very few options open to you. As my wife, you will live in comfort. You may go to London to enjoy the Season. I shall give you a generous allowance for gowns and hats, and things a lady must have.' His gaze wandered over her cream muslin gown, and she placed a hand on the lace that disguised the small patch near her knee. 'What do you say?'
She tilted her head. 'I shall receive an allowance? For gowns, and hats, and things a lady must have.'
'Exactly,' he said with a smile, obviously quite pleased with himself. 'I see we understand each other perfectly. So … do you agree?'
What was wrong with this man? Slowly, Charity released a heavy sigh. She could barely contemplate such a thing as this, and yet he acted as though he'd solved all the problems of the world with fashion accessories. She had hoped for a small stipend, but marriage! And to a complete stranger. She couldn't! Not for all the gowns and hats on earth. She straightened up in her chair and lifted her chin. Her words were clipped and precise, and she hoped beyond hope he would accept her decision gracefully. 'I say no, Lord St. Malin.'
'No? Really?'
'Yes, really.'
'How disappointing,' he said quietly.
She gulped as his heavy-lidded eyes continued to study her from head to foot. She was uncomfortably aware that the mist had sent her hair into a riot of untidy curls, and she smoothed it away from her face with both hands as she glanced around the room. She tucked a muddy shoe out of sight beneath her gown and then forced herself to meet his gaze. Might he like anything of what he saw? Her father loved that she had inherited her mother's tiny waist, and she thought her hands pretty. His lordship's gaze strayed to her breasts and remained there rather long. She sucked in a breath as her heart beat faster. When their eyes met did she detect a gleam of approval? It only made her more nervous.
Please enjoy snatches of my top 12 favorite Love Poems
1. Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is nevr shaken,
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
2. Love One Another - Kahlil Gibran
Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
3. Meeting at Night - Robert Browning
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
4. My River - Emily Dickinson (complete)
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! Sea, look graciously.
I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!
5. Love's Philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
6. Maud - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
7. Annabelle Lee - Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
8. Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art - John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.
9. To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell
Now therefore, while the youthful hew
Sits on thy skin like morning glew,
And while thy willing Soul transpires
At every pore with instant Fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our Time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r.
Let us roll all our Strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one Ball:
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
Thorough the Iron gates of Life.
10. Troilus and Criseyde (Download .zip) - Geoffrey Chaucer
To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, 1
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye. 5
Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte
Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryte!
11. The Love-Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
12. John Donne's The Flea
Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee;
Confesse it, this cannot be said
A sinne, or shame, or losse of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoyes before it wooe,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than wee would doe.
I'd love to hear about other's favourites, including more modern poems. Comment for a chance to win a copy of the e-book.
THE RELUCTANT MARQUESS a Georgian Romance
ISBN: 9781844718425Buy Link:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Reluctant-Marquess-ebook/dp/B004NBY2EW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=A24IB90LPZJ0BS&s=books&qid=1297546064&sr=1-1
Author website: http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com/
Blurb:
A country-bred girl, Charity Barlow never expected to become a Marchioness. Nonetheless, she is determined to make her marriage of convenience into the ton work. Yet despite the strong attraction between them, and Charity's bold attempts at intimacy, the rakish Lord Robert does not believe a husband should be in love with his wife. Can she ever make him love her?
Excerpt:
The footman knocked on a solid oak door.
'Enter.'
She stepped with trepidation into the room to be embraced by warmth. A fire blazed in the baronial fireplace where a liver-spotted spaniel lifted its head to study her. After a thump of a tail, its head sank to its paws again, lulled back to sleep by the heat. Above the fireplace, the painting of a hunting scene featured several dogs. Two tall china spaniels flanked the fireplace mantel. The heavy oak beams across the ceiling, and walls covered floor to ceiling in shelves of tomes made the room seem snug. Charity rushed over and crouched on the Oriental rug beside the animal, giving it a pat. The dog's tail thumped harder. 'You're a nice fellow, aren't you?' Her stiff cold muscles loosened, and the icy pit at the base of her stomach began to thaw. Maybe she could be happy here. She loved dogs.
'Welcome to Castle St. Malin.'
A man rose from behind a massive mahogany desk strewn with papers in the corner of the room. He crossed the room to greet her. He was not her godfather. She caught her breath. He was tall, his dark hair drawn back in a queue, and there was something of the marquess' haughty demeanour about his handsome face, but she doubted he'd yet reached thirty.
'Thank you.' Charity could only stare at his attire, her gaze locked on his gold silk waistcoat as he bowed before her. He was in mourning, for black crepe graced the sleeve of his emerald green coat. With a sense of foreboding, she curtseyed on wobbly knees. 'Where is the marquess, if you please?' She looked around hoping her godfather might pop out of somewhere, but the room was otherwise empty.
'I am the Marquess of St. Malin. My uncle passed away a short time ago.'
'Oh. I'm so sorry.' What she feared was true. Charity had an overwhelming desire to sit and glanced at the damask sofa.
He reacted immediately, taking her arm and escorting her to a chair. 'Sit by the fire. You look cold and exhausted.' He turned to the footman. 'Bring a hot toddy for Miss Barlow.'
Charity sank down gratefully, her modest panniers settling around her.
'I find the staff here poorly trained,' he said. 'I don't know what my uncle was about.'
'Why did you send a carriage for me?' she asked, leaning back against the sofa cushions. 'I wouldn't have come had I known.'
'I thought it best to sort the matter out here and now.' He rested an elbow on a corner of the mantel and stirred the dog with a foot. 'Shame on you, Felix. You might accord Miss Barlow a warm welcome.' He looked at her. 'My uncle's dog; he's mourning his master.' He raised his brows. 'Notice of my uncle's passing appeared in The Daily Universal Register.'
'We don't get that newspaper in my village.'
'You don't? I wasn't aware of you until the reading of the will. Then I learned of your parents' death from my solicitor. I'm very sorry.'
'Thank you. I'm sorry, too, about your uncle.'
'My uncle fell ill only a few months ago. He rallied and then …' The new marquess' voice faded. He sighed and stared into the fire.
'You must have been very fond of him,' Charity said into the quiet pause that followed. Though, if she were honest, she felt surprise that the cool man she remembered could have provoked that level of affection.
He raised his eyes to meet hers and gave a bleak smile. 'Yes, I was fond of him. He always had my interest at heart, you see.' He sat in the oxblood leather chair opposite and rested his hands on his knees. 'I am his acknowledged heir, and the legalities have been processed. I've inherited the title and the entailed properties. The rest of his fortune will pass to another family member should I fail to conform to the edicts of his will.'
'His will?' Charity gripped her sweaty hands together, she couldn't concentrate on anything the man said. Her mind whirled, filled with desperate thoughts. With her godfather dead, where would she go from here? Her heart raced as she envisioned riding off along the dark cliffs to join a theatre troupe, or become a tavern wench.
'This must be difficult for you to take in, and I regret having to tell you tonight before you have rested. But I'm compelled to move quickly as you have no chaperone and have travelled here alone …'
She raised her chin. 'There was no one to accompany me.' She would not allow him to make her feel like a poor relation, even though she was quite definitely poor. And alone. She hated that more than anything. What had her godfather left her? She hoped it would allow her some measure of independence and wasn't just a vase or the family portrait.
The footman entered, carrying a tray with a cup of steaming liquid. Charity took the drink and sipped it gratefully. It was warming and tasted of a spicy spirit. She found it hard to concentrate on his words, as her mind retreated into a fog and her eyes wandered around the room. She finished the drink, which had heated her insides, and allowed her head to loll back against the cushions. Her gaze rested on her host, thinking he would be handsome if he smiled. She was so tired, and the warmth of the fire made her drowsy. What was he saying?
'It's the best thing for both of us, don't you agree?'
She shook her head to try and clear it. 'I'm sorry, what did you say?'
He frowned. 'The will states we must marry. Straightaway, I'm afraid.'
'I … What? I'm to m-marry you?' Placing her cup down carefully on the table she struggled to her feet, fighting fatigue and the affects of whatever it was she'd just drunk. Smoothing her gown, she glanced at the door through which she intended to depart at any moment. 'I have no intention …'
His lips pressed together in a thin line. 'I know it's perplexing. I didn't intend to wed for some years. I certainly would have preferred to choose whom I married, as no doubt would you.'
Her jaw dropped. What kind of man was this? She had been raised to believe that marriage was a sacred institution. He made it sound so … inconsequential. She stared at him. 'The will states I must marry you?'
'Yes, that's exactly what it states.' He rose abruptly with a rustle of silk taffeta and moved closer to the fire. She wondered if he might be as nervous as she. 'Unless I'm prepared to allow my uncle's unentailed fortune go to a distant relative. Which I am not. As I have said.' His careful tone suggested he thought her a simpleton. Under his unsympathetic gaze, she sank back down onto the sofa. 'You are perfectly within your rights to refuse, but I see very few options open to you. As my wife, you will live in comfort. You may go to London to enjoy the Season. I shall give you a generous allowance for gowns and hats, and things a lady must have.' His gaze wandered over her cream muslin gown, and she placed a hand on the lace that disguised the small patch near her knee. 'What do you say?'
She tilted her head. 'I shall receive an allowance? For gowns, and hats, and things a lady must have.'
'Exactly,' he said with a smile, obviously quite pleased with himself. 'I see we understand each other perfectly. So … do you agree?'
What was wrong with this man? Slowly, Charity released a heavy sigh. She could barely contemplate such a thing as this, and yet he acted as though he'd solved all the problems of the world with fashion accessories. She had hoped for a small stipend, but marriage! And to a complete stranger. She couldn't! Not for all the gowns and hats on earth. She straightened up in her chair and lifted her chin. Her words were clipped and precise, and she hoped beyond hope he would accept her decision gracefully. 'I say no, Lord St. Malin.'
'No? Really?'
'Yes, really.'
'How disappointing,' he said quietly.
She gulped as his heavy-lidded eyes continued to study her from head to foot. She was uncomfortably aware that the mist had sent her hair into a riot of untidy curls, and she smoothed it away from her face with both hands as she glanced around the room. She tucked a muddy shoe out of sight beneath her gown and then forced herself to meet his gaze. Might he like anything of what he saw? Her father loved that she had inherited her mother's tiny waist, and she thought her hands pretty. His lordship's gaze strayed to her breasts and remained there rather long. She sucked in a breath as her heart beat faster. When their eyes met did she detect a gleam of approval? It only made her more nervous.
Please enjoy snatches of my top 12 favorite Love Poems
1. Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is nevr shaken,
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
2. Love One Another - Kahlil Gibran
Love one another, but make not a bond of love
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
3. Meeting at Night - Robert Browning
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
4. My River - Emily Dickinson (complete)
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! Sea, look graciously.
I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!
5. Love's Philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
6. Maud - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
7. Annabelle Lee - Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
8. Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art - John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.
9. To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell
Now therefore, while the youthful hew
Sits on thy skin like morning glew,
And while thy willing Soul transpires
At every pore with instant Fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our Time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r.
Let us roll all our Strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one Ball:
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
Thorough the Iron gates of Life.
10. Troilus and Criseyde (Download .zip) - Geoffrey Chaucer
To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, 1
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye. 5
Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte
Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryte!
11. The Love-Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
12. John Donne's The Flea
Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee;
Confesse it, this cannot be said
A sinne, or shame, or losse of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoyes before it wooe,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than wee would doe.
I'd love to hear about other's favourites, including more modern poems. Comment for a chance to win a copy of the e-book.
February 6, 2011
The History and Legend behind St Valentine's Day February 14th - Launch of Embrace Books!
Saint Valentine's Day, commonly shortened to Valentine's Day held on February 14. The day is named after one or more early Christian martyrs named Valentine and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 500 AD. It was deleted from the Roman calendar of saints in 1969 by Pope Paul VI, but its religious observance is still permitted. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, chocolates, and sending greeting cards (known as "valentines"). The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.
The first recorded association of Valentine's Day with romantic love is in Parlement of Foules (1382) by Geoffrey Chaucer[18] Chaucer wrote:
For this was on seynt Volantynys day
Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make.
["For this was Saint Valentine's Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate."]
This poem was written to honor the first anniversary of the engagement of King Richard II of England to Anne of Bohemia.[19] A treaty providing for a marriage was signed on May 2, 1381.[20] (When they were married eight months later, they were each only 15 years old).
Ten words that represent Valentine's Day
#1: Romantic
Definition:
Marked by expressions of love or affection; conducive to or suitable for lovemaking; a person of romantic temperament or disposition (noun)
About the word:
We associate this word with sweetness and love, but it emerged from the conquering powers of the Roman Empire.
The expansion of ancient Rome created various dialects of Latin called "romans." (These evolved into Italian, French, Spanish, and others – the Romance languages.)
"Romans" were used to write popular stories involving chivalric or courtly love, and such tales became known as romances.
If we describe Rome today as a "romantic" city, we're using a word that has travelled a long way to come home.
#2: Valentine
Definition:
A sweetheart chosen or complimented on Valentine's Day; a gift or greeting sent on this day
About the word:
Christianity has more than one martyr named Valentine, and the one, true Valentine is uncertain.
Romantics favor the tale of the third-century Roman physician and priest Valentine. Supposedly, Valentine had fallen in love with his jailer's daughter, and shortly before his death sent a letter to her "from your Valentine."
#3: Amour
Definition:
A usually illicit love affair
About the word:
In 2010, a poll of linguists rated amour – the French word for "love," simple and sweet – the most romantic word in the world. In English, the word gains drama and loses innocence.
#4: Adonis
Definition:
A very handsome young man
About the word:
In Greek mythology, the beautiful young Adonis was beloved by both Persephone and Aphrodite, so Zeus decreed the young man should divide his time and attention between the two goddesses.
He was later killed by a wild boar – an attack that may have been arranged to avenge another of Adonis' romantic intrigues.
#5: Aphrodisiac
Definition:
Something that excites; an agent that arouses or is held to arouse sexual desire
About the word:
Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love (who was infatuated with Adonis) gave the Greeks the words 'aphrodisia' (heterosexual pleasure) and 'aphrodisiakos' (a gem with aphrodisiac powers).
#6: Infatuation
Definition:
Foolish or extravagant love or admiration
About the word:
An infatuation, by definition, is an emotion that shouldn't be taken too seriously. The word's etymology makes the same point. It traces back to the Latin for "foolish" or "silly," as does another insulting term: fatuous.
#7: Casanova
Definition:
Lover, especially a man who is a promiscuous and unscrupulous lover
About the word:
In the 1700s, Giacomo Girolamo Casanova was a spy, a clergyman, a gambler, and apparently a man of charm. He was also a writer. His autobiographical musings about his more than 100 lovers made his name a byword for a man who loves too much.
#8: Unrequited
Definition:
Not reciprocated or returned in kind
About the word:
Where there's unrequited, there's requited. So what does requite mean? To requite (a somewhat quaint term) is to give or do something in return for something that another person has given or done.
So 'unrequited love' suggests an imbalance: too much love paid out and too little paid back.
#9: Saccharine
Definition:
Overly sentimental; mawkish; unpleasantly sweet
About the word:
Boxes of candy covered with cupids and hearts might, for some people, have a saccharine quality – both in sentiment and taste.
For others, romantic and sugary excess is essential to Valentine's Day.
Either way, saccharine comes from saccharum, Latin for "sugar." The word dates back to the 1600s. The calorie-free sweetener saccharin (without an e) arrived a couple hundred years later.
#10: Sweetheart
Definition:
Darling; one who is loved
About the word:
The Greeks and Egyptians believed the heart was the center of the emotions. English speakers borrowed the idea, and sweet + heart has been a term of endearment – particularly for romantic love – since the Middle Ages.
Sources: Merriam Webster
Wikipedia
January 30, 2011
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January 13, 2011
RWA Flooded Communities Book Appeal
RWA Flooded Communities Book Appeal
Books can be valuable in providing time out when reality gets tough.
With the aid of some wonderful volunteers, RWA has put together a Romance
Writers of Australia Flooded Communities Book Appeal.
What do they need?
FICTION BOOKS! Romance books, children's books, young adult books, genre
books, whatever – either new or in sparkling condition.
Please send them to:
RWA Flooded Communities Book Appeal
PO Box 1717
Noosaville Post Office
Noosaville BC
Queensland 4566
When to send them?
Now! And any time over the next few months. The books will be boxed and
delivered to the appropriate libraries/schools/neighbourhood
centres/community centres in batches as soon as the communities are
ready to receive them. They will be liaising with councils, libraries
and schools to ensure this is done appropriately. Feel free to pop a
note inside, or if you're an author, sign it.
Books can be valuable in providing time out when reality gets tough.
With the aid of some wonderful volunteers, RWA has put together a Romance
Writers of Australia Flooded Communities Book Appeal.
What do they need?
FICTION BOOKS! Romance books, children's books, young adult books, genre
books, whatever – either new or in sparkling condition.
Please send them to:
RWA Flooded Communities Book Appeal
PO Box 1717
Noosaville Post Office
Noosaville BC
Queensland 4566
When to send them?
Now! And any time over the next few months. The books will be boxed and
delivered to the appropriate libraries/schools/neighbourhood
centres/community centres in batches as soon as the communities are
ready to receive them. They will be liaising with councils, libraries
and schools to ensure this is done appropriately. Feel free to pop a
note inside, or if you're an author, sign it.
January 7, 2011
Lists of top historical romance books!
Booklist's Top 10.
1. Barely a Lady.* By Eileen Dreyer.
2. The Clouds Roll Away. By Sibella Giorello.
3. Down River. By Karen Harper.
4. Last Night's Scandal.* By Loretta Chase.
5. The Lone Texan.* By Jodi Thomas. 2009.
6. Secrets of a Scandalous Bride.* By Sophia Nash.
7. Sixteen Brides. By Stephanie Grace Whitson.
8. Steamed. By Katie MacAlister.
9. The Wicked Wyckerly.* By Patricia Rice.
10. Wolf in Tiger's Stripes. By Victoria Gordon.
Publishers Weekly Top Five.
1. The Forbidden Rose,* Joanna Bourne
2. The Iron Duke, Meljean Brook
3. The Heir, Grace Burrowes
4. Barely a Lady,* Eileen Dreyer
5. Trial by Desire,* Courtney Milan
Library Journal
1. Bourne, Joanna. The Forbidden Rose.*
2. Brockway, Connie. The Golden Season.*
3. Dreyer, Eileen. Barely a Lady.*
4. Kinsale, Laura. Lessons in French.*
5. McDonald, L.J. The Battle Sylph.
Amazon's 10
1. Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage* by Jennifer Ashley
2. Burning Lamp (An Arcane Society Novel)* by Amanda Quick
3. Pleasure of a Dark Prince (Immortals After Dark, Book 7) by Kresley Cole
4. Sin Undone (Demonica, Book 5) by Larissa Ione
5. Married by Morning (Hathaways, Book 4)* by Lisa Kleypas
6. A Hellion in Her Bed (Hellions of Halstead Hall)* by Sabrina Jeffries
7. Finding Perfect* by Susan Mallery
8. Burning Up* by Susan Andersen
9. The Summer Hideaway (The Lakeshore Chronicles)* by Susan Wiggs
10. Ten Things I Love About You* by Julia Quinn
Happy reading!
January 5, 2011
Not another bodice ripper comment!
Sales of bodice-ripping e-books soar as women use digital readers to hide their romantic novels.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1343270/Amazon-Kindle-Sales-bodice-ripping-e-books-soar.html#comments
I wish they'd do some research before writing such rubbish! Then they would know that it's the price and the convenience of e-books. Romance novels have always been popular even back in the days when 'bodice ripper' might have meant something.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1343270/Amazon-Kindle-Sales-bodice-ripping-e-books-soar.html#comments
I wish they'd do some research before writing such rubbish! Then they would know that it's the price and the convenience of e-books. Romance novels have always been popular even back in the days when 'bodice ripper' might have meant something.
December 28, 2010
Coming in January - NIGHT GARDEN in print!
THE MAGGI ANDERSEN COLLECTION
New Concepts Publishing are putting my back list into print in the Maggi Andersen Collection in July! With Night Garden going into print in January. And a longer version of Painted Lady reissued with a new cover. With Rules of Conduct going into print in April, and The Reluctant Marquess coming out in Feburary, it's already looking to be a great year.
Images that inspired my current wip The Folly at Falconbridge Hall
I have described some beautiful gowns in The Folly at Falconbridge Hall a Victorian mystery/romance set in 1894. Here are two that Vanessa Ashley wears from V & A's Nineteenth-Century Fashion in Detail.The folly or summer house by the lake:
The Victorian House:
Blurb: When Vanessa Ashley comes to Falconbridge Hall as a governess, she needs far more than her skills at instruction. Beneath the ordered life lies a mystery, and an unscrupulous murderer lurks who will stop at nothing to gain that which they most desire.
December 24, 2010
Great Review for LOVE AND WAR
Author:Maggi Andersen
Publisher:New Concepts Publishing
Copyright:April 2009
ISBN:Electronic ISBN(s): 978-1-60394-302-4
Rating:8
Review: When a boy wants a girl just for her money, it's bad enough, but it's even worse when he tells her so. This is just how author Maggi Andersen's historical romance novella, Love and War, begins. Having read other books by Maggi Andersen, I have to say, Love and War is one of her more delightful and lighter pieces. It is a sensual bedroom romp and a bedroom farce combined. Love and War alternately had me laughing and then wondering how it was all going to end.
For beautiful Selena Wakefield, this is just what she wonders, too. She is wealthy, very wealthy. Living during the latter portion of England's Regency, everyone places great stress on her getting married. Even though reluctant to do so, she knows she will have to, and soon.
However, there is a problem. Well, several actually. First, Selena rightly suspects the reason she is so often courted by young men is not so much because of her good looks, or winning personality, as it is for her money. Her wealth draws men like flies. Secondly, Selena wants to marry only for love and this is not an easy thing to do when one is very rich.
The good news is she has found someone to love. That someone is Gyles Devereux, a stunningly handsome ex-soldier. The bad news is that Gyles is not in love with her. What's worse, he makes it very plain to Selena that he would rather not marry at all. Gyles seems to have a low opinion of women, so if he has to marry, then it will be only for the money such a wife would bring him. After all this is made very clear to Selena, he then proposes to her, yet again. When Selena gives in and accepts his marriage proposal as the least of all available evils, matters only proceed to get more complicated.
Author Maggi Andersen has outdone herself with Love and War. She paints in the background of the later Regency period with exquisite detail, including locations, costumes, and even common slang of the times. One feels as if one were there, standing amidst a crowd in the pump room at Bath.
Combine such settings with a great and fun plot, and the result is Love and War. Maggi Andersen has created a delightful piece of entertainment. If you enjoy a sensual romance, one with good plot, lighthearted and at times heartbreaking touches, then you will love, Love and War. Ms. Andersen is a consummate author and appears to be a dawning new star of Regency and Historical Romances. Jane Austen – you'd better watch out!
Reviewed By Rob Shelsky
Related links: Buy Love and War from New Concepts Publishing
Publisher:New Concepts Publishing
Copyright:April 2009
ISBN:Electronic ISBN(s): 978-1-60394-302-4
Rating:8
Review: When a boy wants a girl just for her money, it's bad enough, but it's even worse when he tells her so. This is just how author Maggi Andersen's historical romance novella, Love and War, begins. Having read other books by Maggi Andersen, I have to say, Love and War is one of her more delightful and lighter pieces. It is a sensual bedroom romp and a bedroom farce combined. Love and War alternately had me laughing and then wondering how it was all going to end.
For beautiful Selena Wakefield, this is just what she wonders, too. She is wealthy, very wealthy. Living during the latter portion of England's Regency, everyone places great stress on her getting married. Even though reluctant to do so, she knows she will have to, and soon.
However, there is a problem. Well, several actually. First, Selena rightly suspects the reason she is so often courted by young men is not so much because of her good looks, or winning personality, as it is for her money. Her wealth draws men like flies. Secondly, Selena wants to marry only for love and this is not an easy thing to do when one is very rich.
The good news is she has found someone to love. That someone is Gyles Devereux, a stunningly handsome ex-soldier. The bad news is that Gyles is not in love with her. What's worse, he makes it very plain to Selena that he would rather not marry at all. Gyles seems to have a low opinion of women, so if he has to marry, then it will be only for the money such a wife would bring him. After all this is made very clear to Selena, he then proposes to her, yet again. When Selena gives in and accepts his marriage proposal as the least of all available evils, matters only proceed to get more complicated.
Author Maggi Andersen has outdone herself with Love and War. She paints in the background of the later Regency period with exquisite detail, including locations, costumes, and even common slang of the times. One feels as if one were there, standing amidst a crowd in the pump room at Bath.
Combine such settings with a great and fun plot, and the result is Love and War. Maggi Andersen has created a delightful piece of entertainment. If you enjoy a sensual romance, one with good plot, lighthearted and at times heartbreaking touches, then you will love, Love and War. Ms. Andersen is a consummate author and appears to be a dawning new star of Regency and Historical Romances. Jane Austen – you'd better watch out!
Reviewed By Rob Shelsky
Related links: Buy Love and War from New Concepts Publishing
