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Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Release Blitz ~ The Earl and the Courtesan - Daring Ladies by Raven McAllan
Hi all, I’m Raven McAllan, and my latest Regency romance, The Earl and the Courtesan is now on general release both as an eBook and a paperback, from Totally Bound. It’s available there, and on Amazon and kobo.
When I look at it, and realise that if you count the books sadly no longer out as that publisher closed, I have now written over 30 Regency romances, (and at least that if not more contemporary stories) I’m a bit overwhelmed to be honest. When I sat down and wrote my first book, I never ever though in my wildest dreams I’d get the chance to do something I love, and be published. Every email from a reader, every review be it good or bad, (as long as its about the book and as someone once said, helpful and respectful) is a bonus. Every sale fills me with awe, and yes, pride. That someone wants to read what I’ve written,and are prepared to spend their hard earned cash on it, is fantastic.
I still wonder how I decided to write Regency romance though. I’ve always loved reading, and of course when I was growing up, I devoured Georgette Heyer books. I’m fascinated with social history, wonder why and how, and loved delving into how people lived and acted. But I just didn’t think of writing Regency. Until one day I had an idea, spent a lot of happy hours researching and thought, ‘yes, I want to write about a couple in the early nineteenth century’.
And I still do.
I write happy stories. This is a personal preference. I know live is not all hearts and flowers. I accept there is plenty of unhappiness in our world. But if I read fiction, a love story of any kind, I like to know I’m reading something that although my couple might have their ups and downs, they will get a HEA.
So it follows that’s what I tend to write. I like feisty heroines who do not let themselves be walked over and heroes who come to accept that’s what they need and desire in a a partner. Then I love to work out how they get to that point.
Take Jamie and Theresa, my hero and heroine in The Earl and the Courtesan. They are the last people you would think could even contemplate being together. But circumstances show they need each other, and things develope from there.
It might not be conventional—okay it isn’t—some people might even think it is impossible. But it’s fiction, and anyway who really knows what happened in those days? Especilly behind closed doors?
All I can say is that, I loved writing it, they are a great team, and this book is the first in a sereis called Daring Ladies, each heroine one who won’t sit back and say ‘woe is me’.
As for my heroes? They might be well bred, and rakes or rogues, but they also have a softer side and it’s up to their ladies to find it...and show thier men how to use it.
love, Raven x
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Once a courtesan, not always a courtesan. It’s time to move on, and who better to do it with than a rake?
Theresa Kyle, ex-courtesan, will not kowtow to any man in marriage, let alone an odious ex-pupil. When the man rejects her refusal of his proposal, she reluctantly agrees to seek help.
Jamie, the Earl of Weston, is in a fix of his own. The marriage mart is not for him, let alone a compulsory wedding due to the machinations of his mother.
A mutual friend seems to have the perfect solution. The earl and the courtesan—what better way to foil those who want to see them married against their wills?
Alas, the best-laid plans go awry, for neither had expected to fall in love. Needless to say, as far as Jamie is concerned, being a member of the aristocracy comes in handy when you need to bend the rules to your will. Convincing Theresa, however, may well be harder than winning over the ton.
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“I think we should start a club,” Theresa ruminated. “One for people like us who do not want to be ruled by convention.”
Her friend Maria sat back in her chair and contemplated Theresa. “There are plenty of us. What’s our name?”
“How about the Daring Ladies Club?”
Maria sniggered. “Oh, I like it. And the members?”
“Well, you and me for a start. We can begin small.”
“Excellent. When do we have our first meeting?” Maria reached for a nearby bottle of wine and poured two glasses full.
“I rather think we’re having it now,” Theresa said with a laugh. She took her glass and held it high. “To the Daring Ladies Club. Be this the only meeting or not, we can at last acknowledge who and what we are.”
“Interesting, unconventional and ready to take on the world?”
“Something like that.”
Theresa sat back in the large comfortable chair and smiled at her friend over her glass of wine. Theresa’s long black hair was half in a knot on the top of her head and the rest had left its pins and spiraled over her shoulders in a waterfall the color of midnight. She pushed it back impatiently. At times it was the bane of her life.
“So, that apart, who is your next client?”
“Who’s next?” she said in reply to Maria, her friend, confidante and seamstress to the ton. “Nobody. I’ve decided to retire.” She sipped her wine and savored the silky-smooth apricot and gooseberry-scented liquid with enjoyment. “This is good.”
Maria put her own glass down with such a thump that the fine French contents slopped dangerously near the rim. Her mouth dropped open and she gaped at Theresa as if she were hallucinating.
Theresa grinned and held the glass in the air to look at the light amber-colored liquid. “Where did you find it?”
“Never mind the wine,” Maria retorted. “Say that again, slowly.”
Theresa opened her eyes as wide as possible and waved her glass from side to side as a toast. It wasn’t often possible to shock or surprise Maria, and therefore every time it happened was immensely satisfying. “Theresita is no more. From now on I’m plain Theresa Kyle, spinster of the parish.”
“Why?” Maria sounded bewildered, as well she might, Theresa thought. She hadn’t mentioned her intentions to Maria until she’d firmed up her decisions and set certain plans in motion. “You’ll never be plain anything,” Maria continued. “Black hair and blue eyes combined with a stunning figure will ensure that.” She tugged a strand of her own soft brown tresses. “Not forgettable like mine.”
“Exactly.” Theresa chose to misunderstand her. “You are not forgettable, and you know it. Your hair is glossy and your figure…”
“Is voluptuous. Top-heavy. Why do you think I became a seamstress?” Maria asked, then chuckled. “I know what suits me.”
“You know what suits others as well,” Theresa replied. “That is why you are successful.”
“Just as well, because now I can afford to dress in the style I enjoy,” Maria said. “Something that pleases me. However, stop changing the subject. Why are you retiring?”
“Why?” Theresa said. “Because I’ve had enough.” She shrugged and raised her eyebrows as she tried to put into words just how she felt. “Of men and my life as it has been. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, I’d be a liar if I said otherwise. But think about it, Maria. I’ve spent the last fifteen years earning my living on my back.” She snorted then took a mouthful of wine. “Well, not necessarily on my back, but you know what I mean.”
Theresa winked and Maria choked. “Water,” Maria spluttered. “No, wine will do.” She took a large swig and wiped her streaming eyes. “How can you say something so audacious with such a straight face?” she asked when she could speak in a coherent manner once more.
“Practice,” Theresa responded without any embellishment to her reply. “Back, front or sideways on, it all has the same end. To instruct certain gentlemen of the ton that there are two people in each coupling and both have desires and needs that must be addressed.”
“So? You’re successful, well liked and a definite asset to lots of relationships, even if that is not admitted to. You can’t tell me there are no more men who need help, because after listening to the women in my salon whinge I won’t believe it.” Maria rolled her eyes. “Some of the things I hear would make the most confident of men blanch. I hear about sizes of appendages, how long a man can last, the best position to ensure you do not get with child… You name it and I probably can give you five different opinions. I’m sure you are needed.”
“More than likely, but no more help from me.” Theresa sat forward and began to count on her fingers. “First, I’m one and thirty, and would have what, three, four more years before all the bits that are now firm and attractive to gentlemen begin to wobble more than is seemly. Second, I’m not as agile as I was.”
She hiccupped as Maria began to laugh uncontrollably. “Not… Oh my, the picture that conjures up,” Maria tilted her head to one side. “Just how agile do you need to be?”
“As a…and oh, do stop it…” Theresa shook her head and sniggered. “You’d be surprised. Well, no, on reflection, maybe you wouldn’t, but believe me it isn’t as easy to twist and turn as it was five years ago.” She stood and began to pace Maria’s snug sitting room. One long stride and her swirling skirts set a side table rocking. She stooped to steady it. If the dainty china figures on it smashed, Maria would not be best pleased. “It’s not just that. I think I need to remove from town for a while, and get out of a certain honorable’s orbit.” She turned in a flurry of elegant skirts and faced Maria. “One who doesn’t understand the words ‘it is over’.”