Happy Thursday, all. Suze here.
Jewels. Who doesn’t love ’em? Shiny, sparkly, lustrous gifts of the earth and sea. Wars have been fought over them. Native peoples have been vanquished for them. Ships have been wrecked, scattering them over the ocean floor. And ever since we’ve had recorded history (and probably before), jewels have been given as symbols of promise and love. The late screen goddess Liz Taylor knew this, perhaps better than anyone. Her husbands (with the probable exception of her blue collar rehab-romance guy, Larry Fortensky) lavished her with diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and pearls. Here’s Liz wearing the historic, often lost La Peregrina pearl — which Liz claims to have misplaced and found in her dog’s mouth! LaPeregrina provided some of the inspiration for my Bonaparte Bay romantic mystery.
If you’re a history geek like me, or even if you’re not, click here for the story of La Peregrina.
What about recent events? If you weren’t touched when Prince William gave Kate Middleton his mother’s diamond and sapphire engagement ring, go find another blog. There’s nothing for you here.
So, Suze, you might be asking. What’s the point? Well, I’ve been thinking about historical romances, especially the Regencies, which I love. And I wondered what it is about them that keeps me coming back. I think it’s because (1) I am the aforementioned history geek; and (2) the heroes usually have titles (Dukes, Earls, Baronets), and this means the heroine gets a title too. I think most of us, secretly or not so secretly, dream of being born noble, or marrying into the nobility. A manly, devoted hero in (or out of!) breeches. Great wealth. No housework or cooking to do, ever. Fabulous clothes and hairdos. And a box full of inherited baubles to play with. What’s not to love?
Who are your favorite Regency authors? If you don’t read Regencies, tell us about the gem you’d buy yourself if money were no object. Give us the cut and carat weight, and describe the setting. We’re dreaming here today!