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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

#BookBlast Banished Love by @RamonaFlightner



Ramona Flightner is a native of Missoula, Montana. After graduating from Tufts University with a B.A. in Spanish, she earned a Masters degree in Spanish Literature from the University of Montana. Her Master’s thesis, Chilean Testimonial Literature: the collective suffering of a people, highlighted her continued interest in the stories of those who were at risk of being forgotten or silenced.
           
She studied nursing at the University of Pennsylvania and graduated with a Master’s in Nursing as a Family Nurse Practitioner. She has worked for ten years as a family nurse practitioner providing care to the poor and under insured at two community health centers, first in Wilmington, Delaware and now in Boston, Massachusetts.
           
An avid reader, she began writing three years ago. She enjoys the demands of research and relishes the small discoveries that give historical detail to her books.
           
Ramona is an avid flyfisher and hiker who enjoys nothing better than spending a day on a remote Montana river, far from a city. She enjoys research, travel, storytelling, learning about new cultures and discovering new ways of looking at the world. Though she resides in Boston, Massachusetts, Ramona remains a Montanan at heart.
          
 Her dreams are to see the plains of East Africa, marvel at the wonder of Petra in Jordan, soak in the seas of the South Pacific, and to continue to spend as much time as possible with her family.
           
Banished Love is her first novel and is the first in the forthcoming Banished Saga.







Blurb:

Free-Spirited…

Clarissa Sullivan dreams for more from life than sipping tepid tea in stifling parlors in Victorian Boston. She defies her family’s wishes, continuing to teach poor immigrant children in Boston’s West End, finding a much-needed purpose to her life.

Radical…

As a suffragette, Clarissa is considered a firebrand radical no man would desire. For why should women want the vote when men have sheltered women from the distasteful aspects of politics and law?

Determined…

When love blossoms between Clarissa and Gabriel McLeod, a struggling cabinetmaker, her family objects. Clarissa’s love and determination will be tested as she faces class prejudices, manipulative family members and social convention in order to live the life she desires with the man she loves.

Will she succeed? Or will she yield to expectations?

BANISHED LOVE follows Clarissa Sullivan on her journey of self-discovery as she learns what she cannot live without.


Excerpt:


“If you don’t mind me saying so, Mr. McLeod, you seem quite domesticated,” Savannah said in a haughty tone.

Gabriel laughed. “Like a favorite pet, Miss Russell?” He glanced toward her with humor. “I always think domestication ruins the better part of the beast.”

“But you wouldn’t want a wild dog in your house,” Savannah protested. “And horses must be tamed.”

Gabriel nodded. “I would hate to think you compared me to a horse or a dog, miss. I hope I have better manners than that?” he asked, raising his eyebrows mockingly toward Savannah. “Though, I agree, horses are most useful for our purpose when tamed, but I wonder if they truly enjoy working for us?” He looked toward me, although he did not push me into the conversation.

He let out a long theatrical sigh. “Domesticated cats, dogs. Domesticated women. Wonderful creatures. Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Sullivan?” He looked toward me wickedly. I had bolted so hard in the rocker at his words I had nearly flown onto the floor. I watched him with wide eyes, wondering why he pushed Savannah so.

Savannah replied, “Now you are offensive, sir.” She vibrated with anger.

“Isn’t that what all young women long to be?” Gabriel asked Savannah, setting down the filled mugs with a clunk. “Domesticated. Demure. Tamed to the needs and ways of their husbands?”

“You know perfectly well you are describing the ideal wife,” Savannah spat out.

“Am I?” he asked, sounding unconvinced. “What do you think, Miss Sullivan?” he turned to me. “Is that what you long to be, a domesticated woman?”

“No!” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“Rissa!” Savannah scolded me, eyes flashing. She had begun to breathe heavily, and I feared she would faint with her tightly laced corset.

I blushed but met Gabriel’s eyes. “No,” I said. “I have no desire to match that description. Slightly less clumsy, perhaps,” I muttered.

“Yes, I agree,” Gabriel said, causing me to worry he agreed with my assessment about my clumsiness. “Domestication is akin to docility which is an unattractive trait in a woman.” He smiled knowingly at me, and I felt a flash of pleasure.

“Do you speak in earnestness, sir, or are you in jest?” Savannah demanded. When Gabriel merely turned to look at her, she continued. “Men want docile, demure women,” she expounded, as though teaching a rudimentary fact to Gabriel.

“Well, pardon me, ma’am, for not learning my lessons well,” he replied, nodding his head deferentially.

I watched Savannah’s face become flushed red with anger and was worried she would erupt. She generally kept her temper under control, but, when it blew, it was a frightening thing to behold.

“I’d actually like to meet a young woman who can think for herself and doesn’t want only what her father or husband wants.” His quiet statement made my pulse quicken.

Savannah scoffed, “That path leads only to misery.”

“Or tremendous contentment,” Gabriel countered.

Savannah stood, knocking into the table with such force she caused tea to spill out of the mugs. “I will not sit here any longer and listen to your insolent beliefs,” she declared. “Rissa?” She turned toward me expectantly, then headed toward the door.

I looked at Gabriel with remorse, wanting to have spent longer time in his company. “I enjoyed our conversation. Maybe we could continue it one day at the school?” I watched him, hopeful he would agree.

He smiled, releasing a sigh of relief. “I would enjoy that very much, Miss Clarissa.”

I had forgotten how his voice could feel like a caress. I closed my eyes for a moment, having missed hearing his gentle baritone. No matter how much I had enjoyed his letters, I had missed him.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Wednesday Regency: What kind of Regency woman are you?



When I brainstorm new Regency stories, I come up with the normal troupes then turn them on their heads. It's easier to do it with a menage *G* but I wanted to write a couple stories with ruined women and how they reclaim their places in society.

Here are the Regency Women Troupes-do you agree? Disagree? Did I miss any?

Wallflower: A delicate blossom who prefers to view the word from a safe distance. You watch as others make merry and hope a potential suitor will notice your keen observation skills rather than your conversation. And of course, in the world of Regency Romance, he will.
Your best suitors: In the grand Regency tradition he’ll either be an extroverted rake tamed by your serenity or a like minded professor who prefers a fireplace, a book, and you to a grand ball.

Trouble Magnet: If there’s trouble, you’ll find it. And find it in a grand and speculator manner. If the spy is threatened by a pistol-wielding villain somehow you will find yourself walking in on the scene. But as any good Regency Romance will attest, just as you attract trouble, you have the luck to slip out of it.
Your best suitors: The spy you’ve just saved, a daring duke, or a swashbuckling rake, all of whom will concede they need your wits as surely as they love your witty charm.

Governess or Companion: Always in service and yet always part of the background, you wonder about the other way of life. You might be coy or professional, but you will always be the perfect complement to your suitor. Naturally, in Regency tradition, the master of the house will certainly notice you.
Your best suitors: The assertive master of the house will always need your indispensability, wits, and charm by his side.

Innocent Maiden: A delicate white rose blossom whose petals have yet to mature and untried in the ways of love. Your eye is easily and often turned by a handsome suitor, but you are no fool. While you might be inexperienced, you’re still clever and sharp enough to recognize a rake. It’s true that on occasion a particularly devious rake might seek an advantage, but no worries—in a Regency Romance you can easily dispatch the scoundrel.
Your best suitors: A chivalrous earl who seeks to enjoy your company, beauty, and to protect your honor.

Not-so Innocent Maiden: Like a rose vine, you’re beautiful but flexible enough to twine into the most interesting corners. You already have a suitor (or 2!) you’ve managed to keep hidden from the rest of society. You know the proper etiquette, but can also cover your tracks and can expertly slip away for a secret rendezvous.
Your best suitors: The gentleman able to keep all your secrets. You know the one; he dresses perfectly, with a membership to the best gentleman’s club. And he never boasts or gossips about you, because you’re his perfect match

Curious Adventuress: Like the lotus flower, you can grow and flourish almost anywhere. Mystery and adventure call to you, and you have the persistent habit of finding it. Unlike the Trouble Magnet, you’re able to keep a low profile. Stealth can be a talent.
Your best suitors: A man who relishes adventure just as you do; one who will be your partner in exploring the new and unknown, as well as exploring every curve of your body.

Bookworm: Unlike the rare blossom that is the Wallflower, you are more like a sunflower, absorbing new knowledge as the sunflower strains towards the sun. You’re ravenous for mental stimulation; you don’t simply escape in a fantasy though that is a welcome diversion. You seek answers and are a great puzzle solver.
Your best suitors: The serious man—a professor or scientist with as much yearning to learn as you do. But you know just how to capture his attention, and his only distraction is you.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Wednesday Victorian: Nellie Bly and World Travel

November 14, 1889: Nellie Bly was the world famous female journalist who defied convention and did what everyone said she couldn't. Meaning, write meaningful, insightful journalistic reports in a 'man's world'. She exposed corruption, poor working and living conditions, and horrible abuse of the mentally ill. All first hand.


Pft to those naysayers. She certainly showed them, the first female investigative journalist. (Some consider her the pioneer, period.)

And she circumnavigated the world in 72 days. Every read Jules Verne's Around the World in 80 Days? Or seen one of the three takes on his famous work? Verne published his book in 1873...in 1889 Nellie Bly proved it possible in a shorter amount of time.

The Victorian age was one of innovation, travel, social commentary, and expansion. And women had a very large role in all that. And as Ms. Bly proved, records could be broken and by a woman no less.

This is one of many reasons I enjoy writing in the Victorian era. The change. The world was changing at a rate that it never had before, and everyone was excited.