Yearning for a man she can never have, Joanna Carpenter, a clergyman's daughter, resigns herself to a life as a governess at Queen's Hall, where she meets Sir Giles Chapman, who has vowed to never marry again. Original.
Corey McFadden devoutly wishes she had been born in England in the 18th century. Stuck here in the 21st, however, she makes the best of it by spending as much time as she can writing about the manners and morals of pre-Regency, Georgian England. Corey lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, two children and a very demanding cat.
I'm not saying it wasn't smarmy. I'm not saying it didn't carefully maintain the middle class status quo. I'm just saying I loved the fact that this was a true, old school, bodice ripper. The heroine was beautiful without artifice--eschewing the paints and wigs of the 18th century. She loved children. She was a vicar's daughter and a good Christian woman. She even loved the obligatory retarded kid who just needed a mother's love to unlock his winning personality. The hero was a hard working titled lord and industrialist. He wanted a nice simple life with a wife and a family.
And the villainess? She was a jaded, over-painted, never to be seen in direct light, worn-out old whore who loved random dick and brandy. I kind of liked her. Naturally, she dies an ignominious death. The Evil Eleanor, locked into a room for her own safety so she can shake of the DTs, makes a botched attempt at a booze run by trying to crawl out her window and into another room where she can escape to the brandy supply. She falls to her death. Poor bitch didn't even get that last drink.
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