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Just A Fairy Tale?

My one reason for reading regency/historical books is because they resemble fairytales and Cinderella stories, those of impossible loves but some how they manage not to turn into Romeo and Juliet. There is a certain virginal and yet rakish tune to it that you can’t help dance to. The sway of emotion takes you places you wished you could live in, praying for a time portal to send you back to a time when the words ‘I love you’ and fighting for love meant something. Where people were more shocked by the confession of not being a virgin unlike today declaring virginity was like declaring you spotted a unicorn in the streets.
All that kind of gets destroyed when some authors decide to add a little modern spice to it. Some don’t ruin it completely but others… it’s like drowning puppies!

We love the heroes in these books because they are the original bad boys, RAKES, SCOUNDRELS and yet we pant after them as do the book characters! So yes, we expect them to hop from one bed to another even cheer it on before he is finally shot by cupid and as he battles his way to the realisation that he would never know true sexual satisfaction ever again unless it was with the one who held his heart.

But when it’s the heroine? Dear Lord why! Why do you have to make her this ditzs who can’t decide who’s bed she likes spending time in? Miss loose panties is the one we don’t like, the supporting character that makes us love virginal Mary more because she understands true love, body soul and mind and she wouldn’t dare dance the naked dance with either one of her suitors until she was sure which one her heart beat for. In this modern day and age, whatever–and in fact I’ve seen some authors like their heroines to have very little sexual experience if not none at all– it’s a different time with different rules. But when you’re writing about the fairy tale times, it should be sighs and tissues for those stray tears and of course the quick heart beats when the love birds steal private moments to kiss and hold hands knowing their taking major risks before they finally make love, and the readers heart explodes with emotion!

For a romance author, i’m not much of a romantic about many things but when it comes to regency/historical romance? Some people believe in Cinderella stories, Romeo & Juliet. Historical/regency romance novels are my fairy tales.

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On that note, watch out for A Lady Unbecoming (Slave Bound Series #2) the sequel to Trial Of Love to be released in November.

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Christmas With My Sister For The Second Time by Coco Ihle

Joanie & Coco

Joanie & Coco

Next week I’ll be traveling to spend Christmas for the second time with my sister Joanie. Our first Christmas together was when we were in our fifties. We’d searched for one another for over fifty years after having been separated as small children, sent into foster care and later separately adopted.

Our reunion in 1994 was a fairy tale filled with exquisite joy and discovery. Two Christmases later we went to the Mall and sat on Santa’s knee for the first time together. Instead of asking for material possessions, we told him how grateful we were for the gift of each other. We’d missed many years of sharing this special holiday and many others, but we intended to make up for lost time. And we have.

My sister has two married daughters who have children of their own, so I have an extended family, something I thought I’d never have. Just think, I have two nieces with wonderful spouses, three great nieces and a great nephew, and I must not forget, even dogs and cats. I feel as though I should hum the tune to “A Partridge in a Pear Tree.” I’m sure the kids have grown quite a bit since I saw them last and I look forward to their hugs.

Joanie and her husband live in a Hansel and Gretel log cabin in a forest in the Adirondacks. It’s a magical place that looks like a scene from a Thomas Kincade painting. The warm glow of light shining through the windows onto the glistening snow outside. The sound of total silence, save the sighing of the pines in the breeze. The crisp smell of winter and stars brighter than I’ve ever seen them.

Inside the aroma of dinner, the chatter of family, the warm snugness of a throw over the legs in front of the fire, and prominent splashes of red make the rooms cozy and inviting. The glow of candlelight setting off the shining golden color of the logs as they climb up to the rafters of the cathedral ceiling. And the gentle sound of  Christmas carols floating down from the balcony.

All these memories I’ll be able to re-live soon, and I can’t wait!

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