The Upper Tens Fishbowl of 19th
Century England
Members of society in 19th century England lived life
very much in a fishbowl. With only ten
thousand people in the upper class, every nuance of conduct was under
scrutiny. An improper lingering glance,
the purposeful flick of a fan, and even the ill timing of a social call would
set tongues wagging. Furthermore,
servants would most certainly report the salacious details of any scandal
undiscovered by one’s peers. Inadvertent
infractions of written and unwritten rules of conduct served to trip up even
the most proper of ladies and gentlemen.
This is the setting of my Victorian romance, The Ice Captain’s Daughter. As Miss
Jillian Roring travels to her first Season in London, a kidnapping attempt
sends her into the arms of Mr. Mackenzie Logan, the most jaded bachelor in
England. When Logan and Jillian unwittingly violate the rigid rules of
propriety in Victorian-era England, he is obliged to make her an offer of marriage.
Because she aspires to be more than an obligation, Jillian refuses the match.
Logan thereafter follows her to London to woo her properly, but his scheming
ex-fiancée has other plans. Can Logan convince Jillian that his love for her is
real or will the cruel gossip and sharp tongues of London society tear their
budding relationship apart?
The parties, balls, clothes, and social activities that
characterized the Season lent the Victorian era glamour and gaiety, but the
devil was in the details. Personally, I’d much rather write about 19th
century England than live in it.
Although Jane Austen wrote about the Regency era, she remained single
her entire life. Perhaps she felt the
same way?
~ S.G. Rogers
Author Bio:
S.G. Rogers has lived in some of the most romantic places in America, including La Jolla, California, Asheville, North Carolina, and currently Savannah, Georgia. She’s owned by two hairless cats, Houdini and Nikita, and lives on an island populated by exotic birds, deer and the occasional gator. Tab is her beverage of choice, but when she imbibes, a cranberry vodka martini doesn’t go amiss.
A must read, Suzanne. Good luck with it!
ReplyDeleteI hear you on writing about the Victorian ages, than living in it! No indoor plumbing! We've come a long way, baby! Cheers and wishing you success and sales!
ReplyDeleteSounds wonderful, S.G. Can't wait to read it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arley, for having me on your blog! And thanks to everyone for their good wishes. I appreciate it. :-D - Suzanne
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading this, S.G.
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