31 March 2011

Excerpt Thursday: Christina Phillips

This week on Excerpt Thursday, we're welcoming Christina Phillips as she celebrates the release of her latest Berkeley Heat romance, Captive, set in AD 50 Britain. Join us Sunday when Christina will be here to talk about her latest and give away a copy! Don't miss it. Here's the blurb:

Trained in sensuality, a Druid priestess finds herself falling for the wrong man—the warrior who’s taken her prisoner…

Having lost her faith when Roman invaders destroyed life as she knew it, Morwyn took a vow of celibacy to spite her goddess. But before she can join up with the rebels, she's captured by a Gaul mercenary whose animal charms and chiseled body will test her conviction... and make it harder to kill him.

Bren, pledged to the true Briton king, has spent three years undercover in the Roman Legion. So when his own unit attacks and brutalizes a fiery Celtic beauty, he saves her the only way he can - by claiming her as his prisoner. But unlike his men, Bren would never take the woman by force, no matter how obviously she burns for his touch.

As they near Roman headquarters, Morwyn resolves to honor her vow of celibacy - but if the Gaul were to ravage her, could she be blamed for enjoying his body? With just a hint of seduction, sooner or later the Gaul will succumb to his exquisite captive...

Excerpt from Captive

The following is an excerpt from the start of Chapter Two. Morwyn has, much to her disgust, just been rescued from certain death by the hero, Bren. (Chapter One is up on my website.)

Chapter Two

Ignoring the bone-deep ache in her wrist, she pushed herself upright. Beg him? She would sooner tear out her tongue than ever admit such a treacherous desire.

“Since you have no use for me,” and the way his cock had burned her tender lips proved how much of a lie that was, “then let me go.”

He stood up. She had to crane her neck to maintain eye contact but it was all she could do for the moment. She didn’t yet trust her legs to support her. She’d rather remain seated on the ground than stumble to her knees before him.

“Let you go?” He appeared to contemplate her words. “Alone, in occupied territory? I don’t think so.”

Air hissed between her teeth. “I can take care of myself."

He didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. The disbelieving glance said enough.

She flexed her fingers, blocking the pain of her abused wrist. She was so close to the heart of Caratacus’s resistance. She could feel the call of freedom vibrating in the air, enticing her, if only she could find the right path.

And this Gaul intended to drag her with him to—wherever his cursed duty took him.

Without warning he hunkered before her and she glowered into his face, ignoring without success the harsh line of his jaw and high, aristocratic cheekbones. In another lifetime, before the Romans had invaded Cymru, she might have looked twice at this warrior. Might have invited him into her bed, enjoyed his charms and battle hard body.

But now he was a creature of Rome. And no matter how her deprived clit ached for fulfillment she would never lower herself so irredeemably as to slake her need with one such as this.

Because she had no intention of ever slaking such need again.

29 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Tomb Robbing

By: Jean Adams

The story of Amenpenefer is a truly sad tale. He was, for his sins, a tomb robber, along with a gang of others. A heinous crime in ancient Egypt, because not only was it a crime against the king and the state, it robbed the dead of their amulets needed for protection in the afterlife.

The robbers knew that if they were caught, punishment would be swift and harsh, so presumably they felt robbing tombs worth the risk.

Amenpenefer was a stonemason. He was arrested and held in the offices of the Mayor of Thebes, alone accused of tomb robbery. He managed to bribe the chief of police with gold, and was quietly released.

But he inadvertently became embroiled in a political struggle between two rival officials and his fate was sealed.

The very policeman he’d bribed, a friend of one of the two officials, arrested him for tomb robbery. Questioned (beaten) until he had confessed everything, after 7 days he was dragged to the high court, scene of the biggest political scandal in ancient Egypt.

The political struggle escalated and Amenpenefer’s trial was to become the scene of a political scandal that rocked Thebes, the then religious capital Egypt, between two of the most powerful men.

Fall guy Amenpenefer knew he would die anyway. He had nothing to lose, so he decided to take the others down with him. He named everyone in the tomb-robbing ring, including one of the two officials and the chief of police. The group also included tomb builders, a doctor, priests, slaves, fishermen, and scribes, among many others.

More than 45 people were arrested and tortured, and after confessing, brought to trial.

Amenpenefer was put to death, impaled on a wooden spike and left in the desert to die. But the account of his trial survives to this day.


Jean Adams' latest contemporary romance, YESTERDAY'S DREAMS, is due out soon from The Wild Rose Press. It is the first in a two-book series set in the New Zealand seaside town of Patiki Bay. Her trilogy set in ancient Egypt is a work in progress, but her time travel Egyptian romance, ETERNAL HEARTS, is available now in print from Highland Press.

28 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Alcatraz Island

By Jennifer Linforth


The place was naturally isolated and you would be as well—for the rest of your life in many cases. That is if you were one of the truly unlucky ones. If not, and a prisoner shackled and disembarking the ferry onto this desolate piece of nowhere, you were simply welcomed home...

...to The Rock.

Cold and foggy and surrounded by freezing waters and hazard currents, Alcatraz Island has a long history when it comes to crime and punishment. Now a part of our National Park System, and yours truly a NPS ranger, what better place to blog about? Alcatraz housed America’s most notorious and incorrigible criminals after a public outcry went out during the height of the gangster era to crack down on organized crime and the horrific violence sweeping Prohibition wrought America.

The answer was Alcatraz which was converted from a military prison to the most secure penitentiary the country had seen. From tool-proof iron window covering to gun galleries and teargas canister on the ceiling in the dining hall, Alcatraz would house a total of 600 cells.

What was life like on The Rock for the likes of The Birdman of Alcatraz or Al Capone? Even Machine Gun Kelly? The daily routine looked like this, ridged and unforgiving:


07:00 hours: Wake up call. Inmates must, shave, dressed, make their beds, and clean their cell.
07:20 hours. Cell doors are opened. All inmates stand quietly outside their cell until a bell sounds indicating all are accounted for. Silence is an unbreakable rule here. From there... they are marched to the mess hall.
07:30 hours: Breakfast. Inmates are allowed to talk quietly during and correctional officers count all the silverware before they leave.
07:50 hours: Inmates line up for their work details such as laundry, tailor shop, glove, shoe, gardening, standard labor and metal shop.
08:00 hours: Inmates are led by division to their respective assignments down the steep stair ledge and through metal detector.
08:20 hours: Work details begin.
10:00 hours: Eight-minute break.
10:08 hours: End of break and inmates have two minutes to return to duty.
11:35 hours: End of work period. Inmates marched through the metal detector again into the recreation yard for head counts before lunch.
12:00 hours: Lunch
12:20 hours: Lunch period concludes. After the silverware is validated the inmates are marched back to their cells another count and locked-up for short break.
13:00 hours: Work detail again
13:20 hours: Work resumes…
15:00 hours: hours: Break from work
15:08 hours: Again.. two minutes to return back to their duty assignment.
15:10 hours: Work resumes…
16:10 hours: Work period ends…

16:20 hours: Prisoners are led back to recreation yard, counted and sent to dinner.
16:35 hours: Prisoners not on work assignments are and marched to dinner.
16:40 hours: Dinner
17:00 hours: Dinner over, silverware counted and inmates are permitted to enter cells and locked down for the night.
17:30 hours: Final lock-up count…
21:30 hours: Evening count and lights out.

Ironically it was one of Alcatraz’s most efficient deterrents to escape, the icy waters of San Francisco Bay, that would contribute to its downfall. The structure fell under intense scrutiny after the escape of prisoners Morris and Anglins. The deteriorating structural conditions and diminishing security from budget cuts led to the decision to close Alcatraz after twenty-nine years in operation.

Now it sees upwards of one million tourists a year.

Thankfully they all get to go home at the end of the day...


Jennifer Linforth expands the classics by continuing The Phantom of the Opera. MADRIGAL and ABENDLIED are available now. Look for future books based on the classics, in addition to her unique historical romances. "Ms. Linforth's prose is phenomenally beautiful and hauntingly breathtaking." ~ Coffee Time Romance

CAPTIVE BRIDE Winner!

I've realized that I never specifically said on either this week's guest post or last that we'd be giving away a book, but we are. Of course we are, that's the way here at Unusual Historicals. So with no further ado, let's move on to the winner:

We have a winner for Bonnie Dee's CAPTIVE BRIDE guest blog. A free copy goes to:


Jen B.!



Contact Carrie to provide your mailing address. The book must be claimed by next Sunday or another winner will be drawn. Please stop back later to let us know what you thought! Congratulations!

27 March 2011

Guest Author: Karen Mercury

This week on Unusual Historicals, we're welcoming the return of contributor Karen Mercury as she celebrates the release of her latest Mills & Boon romance, EITHER ORE, an interracial romance from Siren Publishing. Here's the blurb:

In 1848 San Francisco, Lola Moreno is a housemaid for Gage Lassen, a withdrawn bachelor. When adventurer Harrison Bancroft arrives, he unlocks the pain from Gage’s past, allowing passion to emerge. A group of cruel enforcers threatens their bond of secrecy, and the trio is forced to make a stand.

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Do you “write to the market” and select a popular genre, or do you throw caution to the wind and write what is important to you?


Unfortunately I don’t have the ability to write to the market. My first three novels were set in sub-Saharan Africa, which isn’t the most popular setting. And I couldn’t write a vampire or werewolf novel if you paid me in gold. I figure there are already so many writers who are experts at it, and I should do something different. I really admire those writers who can switch between genres.

What limitations do you find in writing historicals?


Oh, the swear words! Imagine the limitations in going back even farther in time! I’m constantly referring to my “Historical Dictionary of American Slang” to make sure no terms are anachronistic.

I recently came up against a roadblock. In 1849 it took mail three months to get from “the States” to San Francisco. If President Polk gave a speech in December ’48, how were my characters reading about it in a paper in February ’49?

Do you take liberties in describing actual historical events, in order to make the story more exciting?


I try not to mess with timelines, dates, and the actions of real historical people. If you have to change the actions and timeline of a real historical person so radically, it’s best to just invent a new name. But “making it more exciting” is the name of the game, and since we can’t really know what individual people said or did during a given historical event, there’s no reason not to, say, have someone blow up a pirate ship off St. Croix. Who knows, maybe it happened, but no one chronicled it. As long as you use the correct sort of dynamite for the year you’re writing about, why not?

I used to be so anal retentive that, if I wanted to depict Ramadan where they are waiting for the moon, I’d spend an hour looking for a moon table for that exact date in history, to find out when it rose. That’s getting a bit extreme!

What is the best hero moment you’ve seen in film?


Definitely the scene in “Last of the Mohicans” where Hawkeye is racing through that battle to find Cora. Your heart stops and you’re literally on the edge of your seat.

What made you choose to write historicals over contemporaries?


Being sort of a cynic in matters of love, it is much easier for me to imagine these grand, dramatic, death-defying romances taking place in a former era. It’s easy to imagine an adventurer slogging across the Ruwenzoris or the Sierras for the love of a woman. The 19th century landscapes, vistas, the flora and fauna—it’s all so conducive to a breathtaking powerful romance. Besides, in the frontiers where I usually set my novels, the ratio of women to men was about one to ten. Much easier to find a happily ever after with those odds.


25 March 2011

Weekly Announcements - 25 March 2011

Join us Sunday when Karen Mercury will be here to answer questions about her menage romance set in 1840s San Francisco! She'll also be giving away a copy. Be sure not to miss it!

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Chloe Harris's In Deep, set in the Carribean, is out now:

In Deep
A woman with secrets... A wicked sea-captain with a dark past... Swept Away by Desire.

It's 1745. Betrayed, kidnapped, and stranded in the Caribbean, Irish beauty Jaidyn Donelly realizes her only hope for making money - and gaining a passage north - is with her luscious body...Irresistible client and fellow countryman, Connor O'Driscoll, has other plans for Jaidyn, though, offering her passage to the Carolinas - in exchange for a voyage filled with delicious sin. But their intoxicating passion forces Connor to hide a dangerous truth - that his arrival in Georgetown puts his life on the line...Now their desire is as fierce as the ocean swells, but while the ship nears its destination, so too does the treachery of their secrets. Riding the waves of urgency, Jaidyn and Connor determine to right the wrongs of their past - and risk all for a future together...

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Over 100 authors are participating in Romance Trading Cards at RT and RWA. Zoe Archer and Jeannie Lin of Unusual Historicals are joining in with cards featuring heros and heroines from their books. Check out http://www.romancetradingcards.com to check out some gorgeous examples as well as the list of participating authors. Authors will display the pink RTC symbol at conference so they can easily be recognized. Collect them all!


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Ashley March hosts the 1st Annual March Madness Blog Party at www.ashleymarch.com/blog.

A fantastic line-up of historical romance authors will be guest blogging with giveaways every single day, and a special daily feature will highlight romance community sites, reviewers, and bloggers who support historical romance.

Unusual Historicals starred as the featured site on March 14th!


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Our very own Michelle Styles's Viking trilogy is being published in France over the next three months, starting with Captive du Viking!

And Breaking the Governess's Rules is out as a paperback in the UK and as part of a three-in-one in Australia and New Zealand!








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Lindsay Townsend is now on twitter and looking to follow people and for people to follow her! She is at @lindsayromantic.

24 March 2011

Excerpt Thursday: Karen Mercury

This week on Excerpt Thursday, we're welcoming long-time contributor Karen Mercury as she celebrates the release of her latest Siren Publishing romance, EITHER ORE, available now. Join us Sunday when Karen will be here to talk about her latest and give away a copy! Don't miss it. Here's the blurb:

In 1848 San Francisco, Lola Moreno is a housemaid for Gage Lassen, a withdrawn bachelor. When adventurer Harrison Bancroft arrives, he unlocks the pain from Gage’s past, allowing passion to emerge. A group of cruel enforcers threatens their bond of secrecy, and the trio is forced to make a stand.


1850

San Francisco

“Did you buy your cow?”

“I have.” After Lola flung her rebozo onto the back of a chair, Harrison could admire the play of dappled sun across her bare shoulders as she worked the dough. Her voice, however, seemed resigned and flat when she said, “I can sell a pint of milk for a dollar to men who haven’t had any in one or two years. And these pies? I can sell fruit pies for a dollar apiece—mince pies for a dollar and a quarter.”

Harrison thought. He supposed it was wonderful that Lola was so enterprising, instead of sinking into the squalor that so many broken frontier women gave in to, but it was also pitiful that Lassen didn’t pay her enough—that a woman of such talents and background had to slave away stoking a fire and chopping apples when she should be…Well, the wife of a dignitary, or some other man of means, such as a lawyer.

However, pie and a glass of milk did sound good. Harrison knew a passel of men who would well-nigh whale into someone for a chance at pie and milk.

“And Lassen lets you keep the income, even though the cow’s on his land?”

“Surprisingly, yes. I use my own money for the ingredients and firewood, and I only make pies when I’ve done all the chores Lassen has set for me.” She suddenly stopped rolling out the dough. Her head sank down on a weak neck as though defeated in something, and Harrison stopped chewing the orange, taking a few steps toward her. When she inhaled a ragged breath, it all came out in a rush. “I get up, make coffee, then I make biscuits, fry potatoes, broil three pounds of steak and as much liver as I can. Then I sweep and set the table, ring the bell at eight, he is eating until nine, I don’t sit until he’s done. After breakfast, I bake six loaves of bread, then four pies or pudding, then it’s lunch, lamb for which I’ve paid nine dollars, beef, pork, turnips, beets, radishes, and that everlasting damned soup every day. For tea he has hash, cold meat, bread and butter, sauce, and some kind of cake. I make his bed every day and do all his washing and ironing, if I didn’t have the constitution of a horse I should have given it all up a long time ago, and he doesn’t even say good day to me.”

Harrison was shocked into silence by this sudden outbreak. He’d known she was disenchanted with Gage Lassen, but he thought she scorned Lassen and trivialized his cold treatment of her. Now it appeared that it upset her greatly. Accustomed to the fluid, warm ways of the Plains Indians, Harrison took Lola by the shoulders and turned her to face him. Yes, a tear dripped down each cheek, and she miserably looked aside at the floor.

“Lola. Meha. Dear heart. I don’t think it has much to do with you individually. Listen to me. He’d be the same cold way if it rained tadpoles and pennywinkles. That’s just Lassen’s way. I’m starting to suspect that it has something to do with that wife who threw him over.”

“I thought so!” she blubbered, finally meeting his gaze, although she shied away from his grip. “But he treats society women with deference.”

“That’s society women, wives of his friends, meha! Of course he has to bow to them on occasion. But have you noticed, as I have, that he virtually ignores every single shopgirl, laundress, every woman who passes on the street? It’s as though he can see right through them. It’s not just you. Lassen is more…interested in the interests of other men.”

The moment Harrison uttered those words, a shudder went up his spine. The interests of other men. Since meeting Gage Lassen, he’d been uncomfortable with the other’s physical closeness, the way he stood just a tad too near, eyes just a tad too heartfelt. True, Harrison was fixated upon the man’s physical presence in a jealous sort of way. He wished his own skin to be that creamy café au lait instead of the blinding white that burned so easily in the sun. And Lassen’s features, so dusky, full, and sensual, not thin and austere as Harrison saw his own face. Yes, that was it. He was merely envious. That was why he tracked the man with his eyes, and felt an ardor spreading through him when they stood close together.

Lola must have perceived his thoughts just then, for she sniffled and asked childishly, “It had occurred to me that perhaps Lassen is…more comfortable around men.”

23 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Prohibition



By: Elizabeth Lane

The Prohibition era lasted from 1920 through 1933. It took a Constitutional amendment to enact it, and another one to repeal it. The attempt to wipe out the "evils" of alcohol actually created more crime.

Temperance movements had thrived in the United States throughout the 19th century, but it was the First World War that provided a chance for the movement to enact a national ban on alcohol. Anti-alcohol sentiment in Congress led to the Lever Food and Fuel Control Act of 1917. This act regulated food, fuel, and other commodities that might be needed for the war effort. It was argued that the grains used to distill alcohol were needed as food and were in short supply because of the war. This temporarily shut down the country's breweries and distilleries.

In December 1917, a permanent ban on the manufacture, sale and transportation of alcoholic beverages was enacted by passage of the 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. The amendment was ratified in January of 1919 and took effect a year later.

Proponents of this so called "noble experiment" claimed that the nation's health would improve dramatically without alcohol, and that crime would drop. It was also claimed that other industries, like dairy, would prosper as other types of beverages increased in popularity to fill the void left by the absence of alcohol. Juvenile delinquency was also supposed to be virtually eliminated.

By the time the 18th Amendment was repealed in 1933, it was obvious that the measure was a failure. Instead of promoting health, the opposite was true. The illegal products brewed in hidden rooms or backwoods stills were often dangerous or much higher in alcohol content than the beer, wines and spirits they replaced.

The attempt to decrease the "evils" of alcohol actually created more - and new - types of crime. Since illegal activity was required to market the illegal alcohol, criminal activity became organized and led to the rise of powerful crime syndicates that used murder, and the bribery of public officials to move large quantities of the illegal substance. Criminals like Al Capone rose to power as gangs battled for control.

Drug use increased, with drugs taking the place of alcohol. Worker productivity did not increase. Jails filled with people convicted of relatively minor infractions of the alcohol ban.

U.S. Marshals (see photo) were the principal enforcing agents of the Prohibition laws until the Treasury Department created the Bureau of Prohibition in 1927. This brings me to U.S. Deputy Marshal Ethan Beaudry, the hero of my new book, THE WIDOWED BRIDE. Ethan comes to Dutchman’s Creek, Colorado in the summer of 1920 to break up a bootlegging ring. He meets his match in statuesque, flame-haired Ruby Rumford, who’s moved to Dutchman’s Creek to be near her brother and make a new start. But she’s a lady with secrets – secrets that cause Ethan to suspect the worst of her.

You can learn more and read an

excerpt on my website: www.elizabethlaneauthor.com



Elizabeth Lane has written more than thirty historical romances, several set in the early 20th century. Her latest is CHRISTMAS MOON, a time travel set in present day and 1870s Wyoming, available in print and Kindle from Amazon.com, and in other e-formats from E-Reads. Watch for her latest Harlequin Historical, THE WIDOWED BRIDE, in March 2011.

21 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Medieval trial by ordeal

By Lindsay Townsend


Murders and other crimes happened in the Middle Ages but there was no formal police force and no forensics, no great interest in clues. So how did medieval people decide whether someone was guilty or innocent?
Ordeal by fire, from a German manuscript of the late 12th. century AD

What mattered was what the community in which the crime took place thought. If you could produce witnesses you could vouch for your good character, and from Anglo-Saxon times status counted, so a thegn's evidence - like his life - was legally worth more than a churl's. Those accused of a crime who were unwilling to pay the standard fine could also hope to clear their names by swearing oaths to God - this was popular in the early Middle Ages and called ‘compurgation‘: a person accused of a crime swore on oath that he or she was innocent and often had a number of associates swear the oath with him to 'prove' guilt or innocence. This system was understandably open to abuse, so by the ninth century the church actively backed another way to reveal God's judgment in any crime - by means of the ordeal.

An ordeal was precisely that - a trial the accused could undergo to submit to the divine and so prove they were not guilty. The term ordeal has the meaning of "judgment, verdict" in old English and in the Middle Ages many believed they were genuinely submitting to the judgment of God.

In the ordeal of boiling water, a man would plunge his hand or arm into a cauldron of boiling water, after which the hand would be bound up, sealed with the seals of the church and then left. After three days the bandages would be removed and if the man showed signs of scalding he would be pronounced guilty.

Judge from a Welsh manuscript of about 1250 AD
There was also an ordeal by fire, where a person had to carry a red hot iron (weighing one pound in the late tenth century, or three pounds for the ‘threefold ordeal’) for a certain distance. Again the suspect’s hand was bound up and later examined to pronounce innocence or guilt. There were ordeals of cold water, similar to the later practice of ducking a witch. In the Assize of Clarendon in 1166, the law of England stated: "anyone, who shall be found, on the oath of the aforesaid [a jury], to be accused or notoriously suspect of having been a robber or murderer or thief, or a receiver of them ... be taken and put to the ordeal of water."

There was also ordeal by combat, also known as 'trial by battle', a way of ‘proving’ guilt or innocence that was much favoured throughout the Middle Ages. Introduced into England by the Normans, the earliest case in which trail by battle is recorded was Wulfstan v. Walter (1077), eleven years after the Conquest, possibly between a Saxon and a Norman. By the 12th century it was the way nobles would often settle disputes. The parties fought on a duelling ground and swore before they began that they had not used witchcraft to help them.

Women were usually banned from taking part in such trials but not always, a detail I exploit in my novel, A Knight’s Captive. In parts of Germany a woman might fight a man in a trial of battle if the man had one hand tied behind his back. Lepers were banned from fighting in ordeals but hired champions could sometimes be used - these were usually desperate men, since they could be killed in the ordeal of battle, or afterwards hanged or lose a hand or foot if they were judged to have lost. In medieval France the professional champion was seen in the same way as a prostitute.

Of all the ordeals, trial by battle remained in force the longest - it was not abolished in England until as late as 1819.


Lindsay Townsend writes historical romance set in medieval England and the ancient Mediterranean. Her latest is A KNIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT, available now. She lives in Yorkshire with her husband.

20 March 2011

THE WIDOWED BRIDE Winner!


We have a winner for Elizabeth Lane's's The Widowed Bride guest blog. A free copy goes to:

Jen B.!



Contact Carrie to provide your mailing address. The book must be claimed by next Sunday or another winner will be drawn. Please stop back later to let us know what you thought! Congratulations!

Guest Author: Bonnie Dee

This week on Unusual Historicals, we're welcoming Bonnie Dee as she celebrates the release of her latest Carina Press romance, Captive Bride, set in 1870s San Francisco. Here's the blurb:

Chua Huiann arrives in America expecting to be wed to a wealthy businessman. She no sooner disembarks from the ship than she realizes Xie is not looking for a bride: Huiann is worth more to him as a high-end prostitute. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. At the first opportunity, she escapes and disappears into the city.

When a beautiful woman takes refuge in his store, Alan's life changes forever. He's spent the last five years trying to forget the horrors of war, and had almost given up hope of finding love. He hires Huiann as his housekeeper, and though they can only communicate through signs and sketches, they quickly form a bond that transcends the need for words.

But Xie is determined to recover his property, and love may not be enough to protect Huiann from his vengeance.



I’m thrilled to be invited to visit Unusual Historicals blog and talk about my new book, Captive Bride, available at Carina Press. This interracial love story is set in 1870 San Francisco.

Drop a comment to this post for a chance to win a copy of Captive Bride. I’ve recently bought a Kindle so I’d love some recommendations of favorite historicals and/or interracial romances you’ve read.


We all hear how Asian characters and interracial relationships are a hard sell. Can you describe the publication journey for Captive Bride?

I jotted down the idea for Captive Bride about five years ago but didn’t pursue the story right away since I had other projects to work on. After I finally opened the file and dove in, I couldn’t stop writing. When the manuscript was finished, I sent it to agents and publishers. After waiting eons for responses, I heard from Harlequin Historicals. They loved the premise but wanted some deep changes in order for Chinese Bride, as it was called then, to fit into the Historicals line. The primary one—which changed everything—was that Huiann should come into the relationship able to speak English. They didn’t think readers would buy a couple who could barely communicate falling in love. I made the requested changes and sent it back. Ultimately, as much as the HQ editor loved the story, she decided it wasn’t really a good fit for their category romance line. I changed the story back to my original vision in which language was a huge hurdle for the couple and sent the manuscript to my Carina Press editor. Carina accepted the story for publication and after doing some more in-depth work under the excellent guidance of my editor, Deb Nemeth, the manuscript was finally finished.


What drew you to this setting and these characters?


The story idea came to me one night on a vacation as I lay in bed in a cabin in the woods listening to night noises and telling myself a story to get back to sleep. Many of my story ideas hatch during that time between wakefulness and sleep when the subconscious is uppermost. At the time I was reading a contemporary romance called The Dowry Bride about an Indian woman who escapes a loveless, dangerous marriage and falls in love with someone else. It wasn’t cross-cultural since her lover was also Indian, but I think that may have been the germ that sparked my story. I’ve always been a huge fan of lovers crossing socio-economic barriers (Cinderella much?). Cultural barriers are another big chasm and one that can be used in modern as well as historical romances.

The character of Huiann came first. It’s her story. She’s probably the more vivid of the two characters. At first the hero was merely a foil for her, but then Alan took on a personality beyond “rescuer” as I embroidered him a tragic back story and his own demons to overcome.

Side note: After I was finished with my manuscript, I saw a movie called Thousand Pieces of Gold and while I loved it, I was upset to see a lot of my ideas in the story (Including the hero having suffered through Andersonville. What are the odds?) So I want to state that I invented my facts all on my own and to recommend putting this great movie in your Netflix queue. You can also see it on Youtube if you don’t mind watching in pieces.


Describe some of your research for the book. Can you give us one fascinating tidbit of trivia you found out?


The internet is my friend. I couldn’t imagine the old days of having to truck to the library to look up every tiny bit of information. There was a site at which I picked names for the Chinese characters and learned their meanings. I looked up information about the steamship routes between China and San Francisco during the time period and other info about the layout of steamships. I read about San Franciscan history and particularly the history of the Chinese in San Francisco. I looked up facts about Andersonville prison where Alan spent most of his time during the Civil War. I found a site with Chinese proverbs Huiann’s Granda Mei could spout, but I invented the folk tales Huiann uses throughout the book to illustrate points.

Interesting fact. Chinese dragons represent the male principle and the phoenix, fenghuang, represents the female principle as well as virtue and grace. I was playing with that symbolism in the book and made a reference to the phoenix rising from the ashes. But when I read more carefully, I learned that’s a Western vision of the phoenix. The Chinese version has nothing to do with that image of resurrection so I had to strike that part.

I've noticed a theme of communication barriers in your books. In A Hearing Heart, your hero is deaf and mute and In Jungle Heat, your M/M retelling of the Tarzan tale, has two protagonists who have to learn how to communicate with one another. In Captive Bride, once again you have a language and cultural barrier between your hero and heroine. What about this setup intrigues you and what were some of the challenges you faced while writing the communication in the story?


In the romance world, there are a lot of stories centered on soul mates. In real life, I think it’s foolish to imagine there’s only One True Love for every person. Come on. It’s a huge world and there are hundreds of people you could have a perfectly acceptable and adequate lifelong relationship with. But when it comes to reading about romance, there’s something deeply satisfying about the idea of looking into a person’s eyes and feeling like they “get you” on a fundamental level. I suppose everyone’s searching for that sense of deep connection.

When I watch movies or shows, I love how the actors communicate so much beyond the lines they’re given. To me, eyes are the sexiest body part. I love to read (or write) about a couple that feels an instant attraction then struggles to find words to communicate their thoughts and feelings and to learn more about each other. Nothing’s more interesting to me than that journey.


Finally, you have so many stories in so many different genres. How do you decide what to work on next? What's your next release after Captive Bride?


As ideas come to me, I jot them down and put them in the Ideas folder. When I have time, I get back to them, pick an idea that inspires me and work on it. I would warn new writers that writing in multiple genres is probably not the best way to go. People like to know what to expect from an author—thus the term “author branding”. I’d probably be a lot farther along in my career if I’d decided to be one thing and then stuck to it. Also, people love a series so it’s really great if you can create one world readers can visit again and again, peopled by interconnected characters. But once I’m finished with a story, I’m usually ready to move onto something completely different.

17 March 2011

Excerpt Thursday: Bonnie Dee

This week on Excerpt Thursday, we're welcoming Bonnie Dee as she celebrates the release of her latest Carina Press romance, Captive Bride, set in 1870s San Francisco. Join us Sunday when Bonnie will be here to talk about her latest and give away a copy! Don't miss it. Here's the blurb:

Huiann arrives in America expecting to be wed to a wealthy businessman. She no sooner disembarks from the ship than she realizes Xie is not looking for a bride: Huiann is worth more to him as a high-end prostitute. Though her fate is better than that of other Chinese women forced into the sex trade, she has no intention of waiting for Xie to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. At the first opportunity, she escapes and disappears into the city.

When a beautiful woman takes refuge in his store, Alan's life changes forever. He's spent the last five years trying to forget the horrors of war, and had almost given up hope of finding love. He hires Huiann as his housekeeper, and though they can only communicate through signs and sketches, they quickly form a bond that transcends the need for words.

But Xie is determined to recover his property, and love may not be enough to protect Huiann from his vengeance.


San Francisco, 1870

Huiann grabbed the latch of the door and opened it. She leaped through, her slippered feet landing on hard-paved road. Hiking her skirt up, she ran, with Liu Dai’s shouts sounding behind her. She zigzagged through the crowd of pedestrians, dodging around stalled vehicles and making an erratic path as a rabbit would when fleeing a predator. Surprise and speed were all she had in her favor. Liu Dai hadn’t expected any resistance. But both he and the driver would be on her heels in seconds and she could hardly blend into this crowd of foreigners, especially wearing a white dress that shone like a beacon.

She darted back across the road between a tall coach and a low wagon filled with barrels. The horse harnessed to the wagon whickered and its warm breath blew against her hair as she scooted beneath its nose. Huiann risked a glance over her shoulder. Neither Liu Dai nor the driver were in sight and Madam Teng would have stayed in the carriage. But Huiann heard her pursuers shouting from somewhere behind her. The only Chinese in a crowd of Yankees, their voices were easy to detect.

Ahead, the bins of bright fruits and vegetables in front of the grocer’s caught her attention. She would be safer indoors. Maybe she could even barter her gown for less conspicuous clothing. But even as she opened the door and slipped inside she realized she could also be trapped here. Why would a foreigner help her? She had no money to offer as a bribe. If Liu Dai pursued her in here, he would tell the owner he was searching for a runaway bride and the man would likely turn her over.

Huiann paused, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim interior. The place carried items from food to household goods to tools. The walls were packed with merchandise on shelves or hooks, and more shelving units and bins covered the floor. Huiann smelled leather, pickle brine, starch, tobacco and coffee as she moved toward the back of the room.

A Yankee stood behind a glass-fronted counter in which were displayed small items like candy, pen knives, ribbons and watch fobs. He was tall with big features, a wide mouth and a nose that dominated his face. His strange eyes were bright blue like the sky. She could’ve sworn his eyes widened in recognition as if he knew her.

She pressed her palms together and bowed her head, fearful of addressing him and knowing he wouldn’t understand her. “Please, sir, will you help me? A man is chasing me. I need to hide here for a time until he is gone.”

He frowned and came out from behind the counter. Huiann stepped back. He was so big and strong-looking. What if he grabbed her and…and did what? Could there be a worse fate than what Xie had already planned for her?

She lifted her face, daring to meet the man’s eyes. His frown appeared concerned rather than angry. His held out his hand to her slowly, as though she were a bird he was coaxing to land there. Her hand seemed to rise of its own accord, reaching out to him.

At that moment, the door opened with a jangle of the bell that hung above it.

Huiann glanced over her shoulder, caught one glimpse of Liu Dai, dove around the tall Westerner and ducked behind the counter, where she couldn’t be seen from the front of the store. Her racing heart sped even faster as she squatted on the floor, ready to leap up and run again if he betrayed her.

She listened to Liu Dai speak in English to the man. The shopkeeper answered briefly. Her arms wrapped around her knees and she dug her fingers into her forearms, silently praying to Lord Buddha, all her ancestors and especially Grandmother Mei. You led me here. I trust your guidance. Continue to protect me.

Liu Dai said a few more words before his footsteps headed toward the door. The bell rang as he left the store and the door closed behind him. There was a moment of silence before the American’s boots tapped across the wide wooden boards, the floor creaking beneath his weight. He came around the edge of the counter.

Huiann looked up, so high up, to meet his gaze. He was a giant, frightening in his sheer size, but a small smile curved his lips as he offered his hand to her for the second time. He spoke in that strange, flat language but she could tell he asked a question from the lift of his eyebrows.

Huiann took her arms from around her legs and reached up to him. His big hand engulfed hers and she felt the strength in it as he pulled her to her feet. Even standing upright she had to tip her head back to see his face.

She remembered a childhood story of a giant who terrorized a village. The people feared him and offered sacrifices to appease him. But in the end of the story it turned out that the giant wasn’t the one who’d been ruining their crops or stealing their cattle and children. In the end, he saved the village from a bandit tribe, sacrificing his life for the people. So a giant could be a hero.

Huiann’s hand grew warm in the storekeeper’s grip. She curved her lips to match his—her first smile since she’d reached Xie Fuhua’s house.

16 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: The Embankment Murders

By Amanda McIntyre

I admit I love research! It’s probably the most fun I have when starting on a new story. My greatest delight is finding tidbits of information that few know about, or like the ‘Thames torso murders,’ literally overshadowed by the more media frenzied coverage of Jack the Ripper.

May of 1887 began a period of terror for Londoners that remains one the most discussed and famous of the city’s unsolved murders-and I’m not talking about our famous boy, Jack, though it gave me pause to wonder if he might have had something to do with what was dubbed the “Embankment Murders,” and inspired my upcoming gothic erotic romance mystery, The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane.

That spring, downstream from the city, in the Thames River valley, a gruesome discovery is made by two rural workers when they pull from the murky waters a bag containing but a torso of a woman. In the weeks to follow, various other body parts (assumed to be related to the first) were found at locations in London, with exception of the head and the upper chest portions. Though medical examiners tried to piece together their findings, it was the ultimate ruling of the Police Surgeon that this was not ‘medical dissection’ for purpose of educational means, but rather a calculated murder by someone with ‘medical knowledge,’ of the human body.

The onset of summer brought not only record heat and spotty showers, but an ever growing social unrest, due in part by a recession that forced England’s rural workers to emigrate to the city only to clash with the immigrants already taking many of the new industrial positions. On top of everything else, Her Majesty, Queen Victoria and her court were up to their elbows in planning the grand festivities of her Golden Jubilee, and with so much publicity surrounding the rallies in Trafalgar Square and these unresolved murders, the Queen was putting more pressure on her plain clothes division to tidy things up if possible before her grand June celebration.

That division, known as the CID (Criminal Investigations Department) was formed earlier by the Queen to create a liaison of highly trained, plain clothes Inspectors and a handful of constables as a liaison between the Yard and London’s citizens. In my story, Inspector Randolph Mansfield has become one of the CID’s youngest Chief Inspectors, driven by his past, he tries to feel the demons that haunt him and yet push him to solve the cases of those victims who cannot speak for themselves. He meets a young American woman, sent away to London to escape the scandal of a broken engagement within a powerful family. Not one to be held down to the social shackles of women in this era, Jane had a vision of the future, to be the first woman investigative reporter in a field where men still dominated journalism, other than articles depicting social etiquette for women. Her life is changed by a number of incidents upon her arrival in London and little by little, Jane finds herself drawn into the dark underbelly of London, where facades and secrets are part of life—where admiration turns to lust and desire turns to murder.

Determined to find restitution for the dark guilt that he carries inside, Inspector Randolph is driven to obsessive over-working, an aspect that has left him void of emotion and only able to ‘feel’ anything when he partakes in his secret liaisons of a decadent gentleman’s club called McFarland Manor. When Jane goes undercover at the manor, certain the mysterious admirer leaving her notes can be trailed back to the club, Randolph intercedes, hoping to frighten her into giving up her ridiculous notions, but not expecting to discover a woman who is not like any woman he is ever known.

As the tone of the notes to Jane change and become more menacing, darker and more dangerous, Randolph must risk his career and her trust, to reveal to Jane his true identity, when he suggests that she is in danger and must return to Boston for her safety.

The embankment murders continued in London almost in a macabre form of an ebb tide over the next year or better during which time Scotland Yard had a new case to deal with, known as Jack the Ripper. The media and London had a strange fascination to Jack and this case quickly overshadowed the Torso murders of earlier months. Oddly, at a lull in Jacks; reign of terror, just when London was set to breathe a sigh of relief, another unidentified torso is found, systematically severed in similar fashion to previous victims. Random discoveries were made of body parts in the river and at strange locations throughout London. One report tells of a body part being tossed over the privacy gate of the Shelly estate, where Mary Shelly had previously drafted her story of creating a monster made of body parts, Frankenstein.

It leaves a question in my mind, whether the two murderers might have been one in the same, or at least inspired one another. None of the victims of the embankment murders, save one, was ever identified or known to be a prostitute as in the cases of the victims of Jack the Ripper.

To further add to this mystery, a few years after the Ripper chaos subsided, the bodies of a handful of prostitutes along the American East coast states were found murdered in similar fashion. There are some historians of the Ripper case when studying the murders of these American prostitutes that suggest the killer, who they believe had escaped one time from a London asylum, had made his way to America, changed his name and taken an apprenticeship to a furniture-maker in the New York area. The skills back then of an upholsterer of furniture would have required the careful skills and training of a particular, razor-sharp knife.

There are many theories of course and I leave it to you to decide. And what became of Jane and Randolph? You’ll have to of course, read The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane to find out!

To win your choice of one of my backlist historical print books, tell me what you find is the most interesting of unsolved or unexplained cases in history?

Researching history, listening to all types of music from classical to Kamelot, spending time with family & friends, and appeasing her strange infatuation with the Great Lakes, Amanda McIntyre to challenge her characters and her readers to look beyond the ordinary to the extraordinary, where anything is possible! Til next time, be well.

15 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Word War One

By: Isabel Roman

Unless you watch a military TV shows, war movies, or read up extensively on the subject, you’re not likely to know what happens when soldiers commit crimes. Do we think of our soldiers committing crimes? Or do we hold them in such high esteem?

The US has the UCMJ: Uniform Code of Military Justice established under the Constitution in 1789, Article I, Section 8. It’s very long and very detailed. Feel free to read about it here.

For the purposes of this blog, I’m taking from British Military Crime & Punishment 1914-1918. It's concise, easy to read, and in everyday wordage, as opposed to military and legal jargon. Plus it has this nifty table and a bunch of cool stats.

Table of offences tried by Court Martial Charge Maximum penalty
Shamefully delivering up a garrison to the enemy Death
Shamefully casting away arms in the presence of the enemy Death
Misbehaving before the enemy in such a manner as to show cowardice Death
Leaving the ranks on pretence of taking wounded men to the rear Penal Servitude
Wilfully destroying property without orders Penal Servitude
Leaving his CO to go in search of plunder Death
Forcing a safeguard Death
Forcing a soldier when acting as sentinel Death
Doing violence to a person bringing provisions to the forces Death
Committing an offence against the person of a resident in the country in which he was serving Death
Breaking into a house in search of plunder Death
By discharging firearms intentionally occasioning false alarms on the march Death
When acting as a sentinel on active service sleeping at his post Death
By discharging firearms negligently occasioning false alarms in camp Cashiering or imprisonment
Causing a mutiny in the forces, or endeavouring to persuade persons in HM forces to join in a mutiny Death
Striking his superior officer Death
Offering violence or using threatening language to his superior officer Penal servitude
Disobeying in such a manner as to show a wilful defiance of authority, a lawful command given personally by his superior officer Death
Disobeying a lawful command given by his superior officer Penal servitude
When concerned in a quarrel, refusing to obey an officer who ordered him into arrest Cashiering
Striking a person in whose custody he was placed Cashiering or imprisonment
Deserting HM service, or attempting to desert Death
Fraudulent enlistment First offence imprisonment; second penal servitude
Assisting a person subject to military law to desert Imprisonment
Behaving in a scandalous manner unbecoming the character of an officer and a gentleman Cashiering
When charged with the care of public money, embezzling the same Penal servitude
When charged with the care of public goods, misapplying the same (applicable to Quartermasters) Penal servitude
Wilfully maiming himself with intent to render himself unfit for service Imprisonment
Drunkenness Cashiering or imprisonment
Committing the offence of murder Death

Notes to this table: (1) offences where cashiering is shown as maximum punishment applied to officers only; (2) in order to enable a court-martial to award a field punishment, it was essential to allege 'when on active service'.

In all, 5,952 officers and 298,310 other ranks were court-martialled- just over 3% of the total of men who joined the army. Of those tried, 89% were convicted; 8% acquitted; the rest were either convicted without the conviction being confirmed or with it being subsequently quashed. Of those convicted, 30% were for absence without leave; 15% for drunkenness;14% for desertion (although only 3% were actually in the field at the time); 11% for insubordination; 11% for loss of army property, and the remaining 19% for various other crimes. The main punishments applied were : 3 months detention in a military compound - 24%; Field Punishment Number 1 - 22%; Fines - 12%; 6 months detention - 10%; reduction in rank - 10%; Field Punishment Number 2 - 8%.

3.080 men (1.1% of those convicted) were sentenced to death. Of these, 89% were reprieved and the sentence converted to a different one. 346 men were executed. Their crimes included desertion - 266; murder - 37; cowardice in the face of the enemy - 18; quitting their post - 7; striking or showing violence to their superiors - 6; disobedience - 5; mutiny - 3; sleeping at post - 2; casting away arms - 2. Of the 346, 91 were already under a suspended sentence from an earlier conviction (40 of these a suspended death sentence).


Isabel Roman is the pseudonym used by writing team Christine Koehler and Marisa Velez. Their Victorian Druids series has been featured on The Home Shopping Network and is available in bookstores everywhere. Currently they're working on a Prohibition-era series and wondering why time flies so quickly. Visit the Isabel Roman blog!

14 March 2011

Crime & Law Enforcement: Fingerprinting


By: Jacquie Rogers

Fingerprinting has only been utilized for criminal identification for about the last hundred years, but the study of fingerprints has gone on for centuries. The practice was well known, and I used it in my western historical romance that will be released in July, Much Ado About Marshals.

I was teetering on the edge of anachronism and I knew it. My story takes place in 1885 and the conflict revolves around the likelihood of the criminal being identified by fingerprinting. This wasn’t a stretch because the heroine is rabid dime novel mystery reader, and in 1883, Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain featured a murderer who as identified by this method. I figured if Mark Twain could use it in 1883, I could use it in 2011.

Let’s take a brief walk through the history of fingerprint identification.

In 2011, we consider fingerprinting the most failsafe identification system for the money. Fingerprint evidence is accepted in every court worldwide, but it was not always so. Other methods of identification were used for that purpose, and fingerprinting was used for signatures and that sort of thing long before it was every considered for use in law enforcement.

People have used fingerprints for a long time—the Ancient Babylonians used them for contract signatures. There’s evidence that the builders of the Egyptian pyramids used them, and the Chinese have used fingerprints as identification on official documents since at least 300 BC.

Europeans lagged a bit, and first started looking into fingerprinting in the 1600s. In 1684, Dr. Nehemiah Grew and Professor Marcello Malpighi both wrote papers describing in detail the fingerprint ridges. The Malpighi layer of skin is named after the latter. To take fingerprint studies a step further:
“In 1823, Professor Johannes Evangelist Purkinje published the most detailed description of fingerprints to have appeared anywhere up to that time. Professor Purkinje's thesis entitled A Commentary on the Physiological Examination of the Organs of Vision and the Cutaneous System describes, with illustrations, nine fingerprint patterns classified in Latin. From his illustrations, it can be seen that the Latin classifications refer to what Henry would later name arches, tented arches, loops, wholes and twinned loops. Purkinje's research was purely anatomical, and he made no mention of individuals being identified by the patterns that he described. However, he recommended further research, and others soon took up his challenge.”

(The quote is from The Thin Blue Line)

Off we go to India where Sir William Herschel kept a record of all the handprints used to "sign" contracts after the Indian Rebellion of 1857. He was also in charge of the jails and kept fingerprint records of each prisoner. Herschel was the first European to observe that all fingerprints were unique. But . . .
A Scottish doctor by the name of Henry Faulds was a contemporary of Hershel, albeit a sworn enemy, as both men tried to solidify their place in history by claiming they each were the "Father of Fingerprinting." Faulds' body of work was impressive and valuable. While working in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan, in 1874, Faulds kept records of fingerprints and concluded that fingerprint patterns were unchangeable and immutable and that the technique of rendering a set of fingerprints could best be done with printer's ink on a smooth board. Faulds was also able to lift a fingerprint from a bottle of whiskey, and thus received credit for the first identification of a fingerprint.

That's from fingerprinting.com.

Faulds sent his findings to Charles Darwin (yes, that one), who sent them on to his cousin, Sir Francis Galton. He identified and classified the minutia of fingerprints in his book appropriately titled "Fingerprints," and concluded that fingerprints were unique to an individual, and stayed the same throughout a person's lifetime.

Juan Vucetich used Galton's findings for his own police work: the first to use fingerprints to solve a crime, and his method is still used by Latin American countries to this day. From wikipedia:
In 1892 Vucetich made the first positive identification of a criminal in a case where Francisca Rojas had killed her two sons and then cut her throat, trying to put the blame on the outside attacker. A bloody print identified her as the killer.
Then in 1897, British India adopted fingerprinting as the official means of criminal identification based on the work and research of Sir Edward Richard Henry. Scotland Yard adopted the Henry Classification System in 1901 and this system is still in use in English speaking countries.

Various police departments in North America began adopting this method, and by 1905, the US Army did, too. The first central repository for fingerprint records was formed in 1911 by the Dominion Police Force in Ottawa, now maintained by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The US Congress established the identification division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in 1924.

Today, the Department of Homeland Security stores over 100 million prints in their AFIS (Automated Fingerprint Identification Systems). The FBI has IAFIS (Integrated AFIS) where 60 million prints are stored. Fingerprints are used for identification of missing persons, murder victims, criminals, and unknown deceased persons.

While DNA testing has also been shown to be very valuable, fingerprint identification is still the most widely used tool for identification.


Sources:

Fingerprinting.com
Fingerprint America
History of Fingerprinting
The Thin Blue Line
Sir Francis Galton
Online Digital Education Connection
Wikipedia


Jacquie Rogers writes quirky, magical romances. Available now are her contemporary western, DOWN HOME EVER LOVIN' MULE BLUES, a multi-era faery story, FAERY SPECIAL ROMANCES, and a Christmas story, FAERY MERRY CHRISTMAS. She's co-founder of 1st Turning Point, a pay-it-forward website where authors teach, share and learn promotion and marketing.