Regency Best Sellers

By the time the ladies had made their way back to the house they were not only in possession of Lady Caroline Lamb’s scandalous book, and of course, The Black Dwarf, but Caroline clutched the latest edition of Weatherby’s General Stud Book as well as Kubla Khan, which she purchased over Eleanor’s objections . (Counterfeit Viscountess)

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Though he’s better known nowadays for works such as Ivanhoe and Kenilworth, Sir Walter Scott’s The Black Dwarf was a melodramatic best seller in Regency days

When we think about best sellers we probably imagine something like a book by Stephen King or J K Rowling. But best sellers have been around as long as books have themselves. That’s how the bible has managed to sell six billion copies (give or take a few million). So it’s no surprise that during the Regency there were books that everyone had to read and then talk about with all their friends.

Lady Caroline Lamb’s first novel, Glenarvon, was one of them. Glenarvon was a satire populated by real people thinly disguised in a very melodramatic roman a clef. It was dismissed as an overwrought work of revenge against many of the members of the ton in general and the titular character, based on Lord Byron, in particular, with little literary merit. But that didn’t stop people from reading it. Quite the contrary. Interestingly, that view is now coming under renewed scrutiny and Glenarvon is starting to be hailed as a quite well-written early work of feminism. Whether Lamb would have appreciated that or not is anyone’s guess.

Sir Walter Scott, unlike Lady Caroline Lamb, was renowned for his writing, rather than his personal life. He pretty much invented the historical novel, but he also wrote plays, poetry, short stories and non-fiction and was well-respected for his literary efforts. That didn’t stop him from writing stories every bit as lurid as anything Lady Caro could come up with. Facing dire financial straits he made no bones about the fact that he wrote for money. A story like The Black Dwarf, full of mystery, magic and melodrama, was guaranteed to sell boatloads of copies and he didn’t hesitate in writing to suit less than exalted public tastes. Even a sensible young woman like Caroline Saxon couldn’t resist.

Unlike modern times, poetry was as likely to achieve best seller status as prose was – hence Lord Byron’s contention that he woke up famous the morning after the publication of his epic Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem Kubla Khan was also published in 1816, many years after its composition, at the urging of Byron (literary people all seemed to hang around together back then, too) and became as famous for the story behind its composition as for its strange construction. Coleridge said he wrote it after waking up from a drug induced dream. He was interrupted part way through and completely lost the story, so it remained unfinished.

The final book mentioned above, Weatherby’s General Stud Book, was a breed registry for thoroughbreds in England and Ireland. It was started by James Weatherby in 1791 and continues to this day. It is still owned by the Weatherby family and is published every four years. The 48th volume was published in 2015 and it remains the go-to book for registering horses to this day.

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Dressing for success in Regency England

“Surely I could make do with fewer dresses. Must I truly have one dress for morning and another for afternoon? One for walking in and one for riding in a carriage? It seems vaguely ridiculous,” she was finally moved to protest.
“Of course it’s ridiculous,” was Eleanor’s immediate response. “Who ever heard of having only one walking dress or one morning dress? My dear, when you’re changing your dress four or five times a day it would be simple cruelty to expect your maid to maintain a single one of each style, not to mention what the other ladies on the strut would think.”
(Counterfeit Viscountess)

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Fashionable ladies of the Regency Era. These are probably walking or promenading dresses, but they could be carriage dresses. It’s all very complicated

The turn of the nineteenth century brought some pretty radical changes to women’s fashions. Whereas before it was all ‘powder and patch’ with enormous skirts and plenty of hoopla (and actual hoops), the early part of the 1800s saw a real simplification in what women wore. The most recognizable feature of Regency dresses is the high waistline and relatively straight skirt of what is now known as an Empire style, named after the reign of Napoleon Bonaparte and made popular by his fashion leading wife, the Empress Josephine. Fabrics were simple muslins, cambrics and lawn in the summer and satin, silk and velvet for dressing up in the winter. The yards and yards of underclothing needed to keep the skirts of earlier dresses wide enough to practically fill a room were replaced by a simple chemise that mostly served to lend a modest opaqueness to the thin material Regency dresses were made of.

Perhaps it was this simplicity that dictated a constant change of clothing. Instead of one or two fabulous dresses to show off their wealth and good taste, women now used a myriad of them to serve the same function.While poorer people wore the same items day in and day out women of the upper classes were expected to spend their whole lives changing their clothes. Or at least that’s how it seems when you think about all the different styles of dresses there were.

And knowing the difference between all these dresses was crucial. According to Jennifer Kloester in Georgette Heyer’s Regency World:

The differences between a walking dress, promenade dress, afternoon dress or carriage dress were not always obvious…There were also subtle distinctions between an evening dress and a ball dress or between a walking dress and a day dress, and it is likely that knowing the differences was one of the marks of a well-bred woman.

Well, never having ever pretended to be a well-bred woman I’m not sure I’d be able to tell the difference despite all my research on the subject. However, it seems to break down into how fancy the clothes were and how much of the body they covered. A morning dress, designed for hanging around at home, was fairly simple with long sleeves and a high neckline. Walking dresses were worn to go shopping or walking in the park and were a little fancier, but as daytime wear they also didn’t expose a lot of skin. Dressing for dinner, which was de rigueur, involved donning an evening dress whether one dined en famille or with guests. It was much fancier than something worn in the daytime and was cut lower and had short sleeves. A ball gown was the fanciest dress in the closet and showed the most amount of skin by far. Other dresses were mostly variations on these themes. Whatever the case, dressing properly was not for the faint of heart.

According to there’s one feature of modern day clothing that exasperates a lot of women that can be blamed on the Regency: a lack of pockets. Before this period pockets in women’s clothing were both common and quite large. If dresses didn’t have them sewn in, women wore drawbags around their waists under their clothes that were accessible through slits in side seams. However, when big skirts and petticoats fell out of favour there was no longer room for pockets in a dress. It would ruin the line! So reticules, which women had to carry around with them, became popular. To my mind, if the Victorians had reverted to pockets when wide skirts came back into fashion our lives would be a lot easier today.

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The Foxtrot – Another racy dance

“Miss Bristol, there’s a dance tonight. Are you staying for it?”
“A dance? I wouldn’t miss it for all the wine in Italy and a chance to personally punch Hitler in the nose,” she told him with a smile. “You must promise to save a foxtrot for me.” (Not2Nite)

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Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers had the smoothest moves on the dance floor. Their Foxtrot was something others could only dream of. Ginger doing the same moves as Fred only backwards and in high heels has become a trope but it’s not strictly true. In a dance like this the follower actually has a lot more moves to make than the lead. So she actually did more than Fred – backwards and in high heels.

When I was growing up I remember dances at wedding receptions when the floor would fill up with people of all ages. A wedding was probably the only social event where that kind of mingling took place. My father had no time for the way the younger generation would just sort of hang onto each other and sway back and forth when a slow song was played. Not when a Foxtrot beckoned.

The Foxtrot was supposedly invented by a vaudeville performer named Harry Fox in 1914, but its origins are a little bit tangly. It’s related to the Bunny Hug and the Kangaroo Hop – clearly dances with animal names were a thing even if the Foxtrot was actually named after a person.

It’s also been suggested that the Foxtrot was invented by the famous dancer and choreographer Vernon Castle (who Fred Astaire played in the 1939 film The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle, who was played, of course, by Ginger Rogers). Castle apparently saw a version of the dance while visiting a club that catered mainly to a black clientele.

Dance instructor Arthur Murray printed the basic Foxtrot steps and sold them by mail for ten cents each – it was the first time anyone had done this and the start of his success.

In the beginning the Foxtrot was a lot faster and more energetic with lots of kicking the feet up in the air. Now it’s a very smooth, graceful dance, almost like a waltz. However, it has a much closer hold than a waltz and the music is quite different. The big draw of the Foxtrot has always been its simplicity. Everyone could get out on the floor and dance when the band struck up a Foxtrot.

The Foxtrot maintained its popularity right into the 1950s. Early rock and roll records, including Rock Around the Clock, were billed as Foxtrots. Nowadays, when people hear the term Foxtrot they’re just as likely to think of the popular American cartoon as they are of the dance. But during World War II the Foxtrot was all about gliding along the floor to the strain of a melody played by a big band.

Well, except for one other usage. The word Foxtrot (along with fellow dance Tango) is part of the NATO phonetic alphabet, also known as the ICAO phonetic alphabet, which assigns a word to every letter of the alphabet. Foxtrot was chosen to represent F. Since this blog is all about romance it might be worth noting that the the letters J and R are represented by Juliett and Romeo. Yes, that spelling of Juliett is correct in this context. It’s so that French users don’t pronounce the word Juli-ay, which they might do if there were only one t at the end.

I’ve recently heard the phrase Whiskey Tango Foxtrot used to refer in a more polite manner to the exclamation What The Fu…well you get the idea. I’m not sure my father would approve. But you never know.

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The Waltz – The Original Forbidden Dance

A waltz was in progress, and the edges of the dance floor were packed as everyone from eagle-eyed mothers to envious young debutantes watched couples in colourful swirls of every imaginable fabric twirling about. (Recompromising Amanda)


When we think of the waltz the image that often comes to mind is that of perfectly coordinated dancers twirling energetically around a ballroom to the music of Strauss. But it wasn’t always that way. The term ‘waltz’ originally meant a turning dance so there were many variations to it. Even a polka could be considered a waltz and early examples were not confined to the 3/4 or 7/8 time that marks the beat of contemporary waltz music.

The dance got its beginnings in the sixteenth century as a country dance enjoyed by peasants in Austria, Germany and Bohemia. It was all the rage with the higher levels of society in Vienna by the 1780s and was introduced into English society by the King’s German Legion during the Napoleonic Wars.

From the very beginning the waltz was considered scandalous. Men and women were dancing together with their arms around each other! They were dancing face to face! Who could tell what such violations of proper behaviour would lead to? Not surprisingly, despite the horror of their elders, the young men and women who did most of the dancing loved it. It was easy to learn and twirling around the dance floor was just plain fun.

The march of the waltz towards the upper reaches of society was inevitable. In July 1816 the Prince Regent held a ball in London at which the waltz was danced. Prinny might have been a little behind the times. Both the waltz and the quadrille had been introduced as permissible at Almack’s, that bastion of upper class dancing and decorum, in 1814 (although woe betide the frivolous young debutante who dared to waltz without the express permission of the patronesses – that was a one-way ticket to having her voucher revoked).

And the fascination with the strange new dance wasn’t confined to the capital. Jane Austen’s novel, Emma, was published in 1815 and contains a scene wherein the heroine dances the waltz with the dashing and carefree Frank Churchill. Austen wasn’t exactly known for her wild and wicked lifestyle, so it seems clear that by this point just about everybody was dancing the waltz, if only at private balls and local assemblies.

However, that didn’t mean the scandalous dance was instantly granted general acceptance, even if it had now been publicly favoured by royalty. A blistering editorial in the rather staid Times a few days after the Regent’s ball on July 16 1816 lamented:

We remarked with pain that the indecent foreign dance called the Waltz was introduced (we believe for the first time) at the English court on Friday last … it is quite sufficient to cast one’s eyes on the voluptuous intertwining of the limbs and close compressure on the bodies in their dance, to see that it is indeed far removed from the modest reserve which has hitherto been considered distinctive of English females.

So long as this obscene display was confined to prostitutes and adulteresses, we did not think it deserving of notice; but now that it is attempted to be forced on the respectable classes of society by the civil examples of their superiors, we feel it a duty to warn every parent against exposing his daughter to so fatal a contagion.

Alas for him, the Times editor was left to take what comfort he could in having done his duty by sounding the alarm. It didn’t do any good.  Parents would just have to lump it. And lump it they did. The only thing worse for an ambitious mother watching in mortification as her daughter was swept up onto the dance floor so indecorously, was watching her daughter sit on the sidelines while other young women waltzed. The waltz just kept growing in popularity. Long after the Regency had faded into memory, Queen Victoria was unabashedly being twirled around the dance floor as she enjoyed her favourite dance. And you can’t get more respectable than that.


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Conversation candies – sweethearts for Valentine’s Day

She reached into the package and pulled out a yellow candy shaped like a heart.
“It’s got something written on it,” she said.
“That’s the message. Some people live their lives based on what’s written on a Sweetheart candy. It’s kind of like a fortune cookie from a Chinese restaurant or those creepy fortune telling machines at the carnival, only you get to eat the words. (Not2Nite)

Long before the concept of something trending online came into being, people followed fads or capricious trends that ‘everyone’ was caught up in for a short while. The word fad has an unknown origin, although it might be from the term fiddle-faddle, but its first known usage was in 1867. As a good little patriot I don’t like to think its invention had anything to do with Canadian Confederation, so I propose another reasoned it was coined: Sweetheart candies, which, in 1860s America, were all the rage.
Originally they were called motto candies or conversation candies and had sayings written on paper rolled inside them. The sayings could be quite long, as in “Married in pink, he will take a drink”. Daniel Chase, who was the brother of the New England Candy Company’s (NECCO) founder, got the bright idea of printing the saying directly onto the candy and they never looked back. The heart-shaped candies were introduced in 1902. They weren’t alone. Other shapes like postcards, baseballs, horseshoes and watches were also made, though they were eventually abandoned.
In the six weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day NECCO sells two billion candy hearts. It takes 11 months of production at 45,000 kilograms of candy a day to meet the demand. Mottos, considerably shorter now that they have to fit on a tiny candy, have come and gone (so long, FAX ME, you’re no BE MINE, which has been around since the beginning) and the general public now suggests most of the sayings.
When Guy offered Molly a candy heart she wasn’t familiar with the concept. It wasn’t until 1954 that a British candy company, Swizzels, came out with a similar product called Love Hearts. The mottoes on Swizzel candies are pretty much the same as those on NECCO candies with a few notable exceptions. In the 1970s they launched Hippy Bits that were like Love Hearts, but with Flower Power messages. They didn’t last long. In recent years Swizzels hasn’t been afraid to branch into specialty candies. In 2003 they put out a special Love Heart to celebrate Prince William’s coming-of-age that was stamped Happy 21 Wills. In 2011 they released a Love Hearts gift box to commemorate his marriage to Catherine Middleton.
It’s fun to imagine that Molly had something to do with the introduction of candy hearts to Britain after the war. Perhaps she and Guy became Love Hearts tycoons. What a great outcome for a Valentine’s Day story.

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Christmas blog tour

Once again Bob the Elf is taking part in the Highway Café Christmas Blog tour. This year he’s eager to show off his wreath building talents:
You can build a wreath from scratch, but I find it easier to start with a willow circle that I use as the base for everything else. I go for a walk outside with a basket and a pair of clippers and grab whatever takes my fancy. I start with boughs of evergreens – some balsam, some spruce, maybe some pine – and cover the willow base, using green wire to attach the boughs. Then I add whatever else I’ve found. I’ve got a big holly bush that always has beautiful berries on it and there are usually apples and dogberries and rosehips on the trees and bushes, which add lovely, festive colour to the wreath. Sometimes I’ll find different mosses I can incorporate into the mix; other times the snow’s too deep! Maybe a little bit of juniper and a touch of Euonymus, definitely a few pine cones, and the wreath is ready to hang.
The important part is to just use natural things found in your own environment.  If I ever leave the great white north maybe I’ll be making wreaths out of palm leaves and magnolias! And if I do I’ll listen to one of the greatest hits ever produced in the Great White North, Bob and Doug McKenzie’s Twelve Days of Christmas.
Here’s last year’s model with a very special member of the elf family posing coyly (She thinks she’s one of Santa’s helpers. She isn’t!):

This year my story The Key To His Heart: A Steampunk Christmas Fairy Tale has been released as a stand alone. You can buy it here:

or leave a comment to be entered in a draw to win a copy.

Meanwhile, don’t forget to visit all the other elves taking part in this year’s tour:

December 4
Holland Rae –
Susanne Matthews –
Sorchia DuBois –
Mariah Lynne –

December 5
Tena Stetler –
Maureen Bonatch –
Peggy Jaeger –
Barbara Burke (ha, that’s me; you’re already visiting here) – 

December 6
Kelly Kalmanson –
M.S. Spencer –
Hywela Lyn –
Reggi Allder –

December 7
Denyse Bridger –
Clair de Lune –
Karen Blake-Hall –
Casi McLean –

December 8
Darlene Fredette –
Daryl Devore –
Gini Rifkin –
Linda Carroll-Bradd –


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British Pub Monikers

Many pubs are named after people. They could be local figures, heroes, royalty or, as in this case, religious leaders. (Image owned by Trish Steel, licenced under Creative Commons)

It was eerily quiet on the street after the friendly clamor of The Horse Under Saddle, despite the fact that it was only eight in the evening. He heard the occasional voice in the distance or the rumble of a vehicle creeping along in the dark. The most persistent sound was that of glass crunching under his feet, a disconcerting reminder of where he was and the damage that had been done in the months and months of relentless bombing that was simply called the Blitz. (Not2Nite)

What’s in a name? With apologies to William Shakespeare, would a Rose and Crown by any other name smell as sweet? Perhaps. But it might not be as much fun to visit.

The first official pubs in Britain date back to Roman times. They were called tabenae (the root of our modern word tavern) and sprang up in the first century CE along those lovely roads the Romans were so fond of building. The owner would hang a holly branch outside the tabenae in imitation of the vine leaves used in Rome to indicate a place where one could wet one’s whistle with a cup of wine.  For centuries after the Romans had scarpered back to Italy alewives, the women who traditional ran these small establishments until the men saw how profitable they were and took over, continued the tradition of putting an evergreen outside their door when the ale was ready to drink.

In 1393 Richard II enacted legislation to force brewers to post a sign outside their door so inspectors could find them. (A couple of centuries later, John Shakespeare, whose rather more famous son we’ve referred to in the first paragraph, was one such inspector.) Most people at this time were illiterate, so the sign usually took the form of a picture. Often the actual name of the pub came about long after the picture had been erected and even though nowadays pretty much everyone can read the tradition continues. British pubs wouldn’t be the same without their iconic signs.

Currently the most popular pub name in England is the Red Lion. This is what is referred to as a heraldic name, or one that’s based on heraldry. The Boar and Ragged Staff would be another example of this kind of name. Other pubs, such as the Royal Oak (number three in popularity) are based on historical events. This name commemorated the time Charles II hid in an oak tree to escape the Roundheads. Names can be based on myths and legends (The George and the Dragon), personal names (The Duke of Wellington), plants (The Ivy) and a whole host of other categories. The Horse Under Saddle, the pub Guy came out of in Not2Nite was wholly made up, but would probably fall under the category of a pub named after a sport, in this case hunting.

Over the years funny stories have sprung up over the origins of some of the more unusual British pub names. The Drunken Duck in Ambleside apparently came about when the mistress of the establishment woke up one morning to discover all her ducks dead. Not wanting to waste anything she plucked them for the pot and had just finished the job when they started waking up. It was then she discovered one of the beer barrels kept in the yard had sprung a leak. There were webbed footprints all around it. The birds were simply sleeping it off. In remorse she is said to have knitted them all little sweaters until their feathers grew back in again.

As if it weren’t enough to be granted the opportunity to sample a pint of best bitter, British pubs can also teach you a lot about history – and do so before you even step over the threshold.

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Happy 100th Birthday Vera Lynn!

There’s a war on. And as a result whirlwind romances are the order of the day. All of England is full of men and woman falling in love at first sight while listening to Vera Lynn singing about the white cliffs of Dover.” (Not2Nite)

In World War One the British government severely restricted entertainment. Theatres were closed and people were expected to give their all to the war effort. During World War Two they took a completely opposite tack and encouraged the population to keep their spirits up with a constant diet of cinema going, nightclub dancing and listening to the radio. It worked brilliantly and many people of the time attribute their ability to get through the constant bombing and rationing and general misery to the relief the various forms of entertainment afforded them.
If there’s one name that comes to mind when thinking about the British war effort that was neither political nor military it’s Vera Lynn. A popular singer who started her career while still a child she became known as the Forces’ Sweetheart and she travelled around the world entertaining the troops as well as hosting her own radio show. Vera Lynn seemed to resonate with the zeitgeist of the time, soaring to popularity with her hopeful ballads. She wasn’t some toffee-nosed serious musician the likes of whom were heard all too often on the BBC. She was the girl next door who never lost her cockney accent. Her songs were simple and sentimental and designed to remind people over and over again what the war was being fought for and, perhaps more importantly, that it would one day be over.
“We’ll Meet Again” was written in 1939 by Ross Parker and Hughie Charles (who also collaborated on “There’ll Always Be An England”) and promised “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day.” For many people it was a lie, but it was a lie they all desperately wanted to believe.
The White Cliffs of Dover” the 1941 song written by Americans Walter Kent, who also penned “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”, and Nat Burton was less specific, talking about a way of life and a future wherein “The shepherd will tend his sheep, The valley will bloom again, And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own room again.” The blue birds referred to in the song, who would fly over the White Cliffs of Dover, were the RAF pilots and crew keeping Britain safe from aerial and naval attack.

On March 20, 2017 Dame Vera Lynn celebrated her centenary. While an RAF fly by of ‘blue birds’ had to be cancelled due to weather, her image was projected onto the White Cliffs of Dover as music played and the voice of Vera Lynn brought hope to people once again.

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What’s in a name?



This may be more like what Arabella imagined when she pictured what was hidden under Andre Barbot’s dark cowl.

Andre Barbot, sitting behind the broad mahogany desk that had once belonged to his father, was hard to distinguish in the low light shed by the gas lamp on the corner of the table. (The Key to His Heart: A Steampunk Christmas Fairy Tale)


As Shakespeare said, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. While that’s certainly true it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t work at getting the right name. There may be parents who choose their child’s moniker by throwing a dart at The Great Big Book of Baby Names but they can’t be in the majority. Words are special and names are special words, making them doubly important. That’s a lot of pressure on a poor scribe just trying to tell a story in the best way possible. But sometimes characters are kind enough to help the author figure out what their name is and that’s what happened with Andre Barbot.

Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve (1685-1755) was the author of the original French fairy tale La Belle et Le Bête or Beauty and the Beast, which was published in 1740. It was a full length story and her most well-known work. In 1756, however, a year after Barbot’s death, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont published an abridged version, which is the one we’re more familiar with today. Leprince de Beaumont conveniently neglected to mention Barbot and it is her version that we generally think of as the original. Naming my beast after Barbot was my own small gesture towards correcting that omission.

As far as his first name is concerned, this is a steampunk fairy tale so what better name for a human/machine hybrid than something referencing  the word android, which is a Greek construction meaning having the likeness of a man. My hero is more of a cyborg than an android, if I have to get technical, but Cy just didn’t cut it for me as a first name and I couldn’t think of another variant, so I cheated a little and went with the riff on android. I decided to keep to the French theme just because the original story is French and I like the continuity. Besides, no offence, but it’s hard to imagine a proper hero called Andy. Hence the variant Andre.

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Highway Café Christmas Blog Tour


My elf name is Bob. You can take that anyway you like because it’s a palindrome. I like keeping it simple because…
…my job at Santa’s Village at the North Pole is name checker.  Of course Santa knows whether it’s spelled Caileigh, Kaleigh, Kaylee, Kayley, Kaylie, Kaeli, Keighley, Keighlee, Caylee, Caelie or Kaeley but the poor elf writing the gift tag doesn’t. Imagine if the wrong name were put on a gift! It’s a very, very important job.
I’m afraid I don’t like to listen to music when I’m working.  I have to concentrate very hard and once I had the radio on and got distracted by the song The Name Game. I ended up missing a tag on a present that read Jackson instead of Jaxon. I mustn’t allow that to happen again.
I don’t like to have anything to eat or drink while I’m working because I don’t want to spill anything on the tags, but on my break I do enjoy some shortbread and eggnog (without the rum until the end of the work day, of course).

This year I get to be secret Santa for Puddle. Puddle’s job is to melt the ice on the front step of the toy workshop. That’s a really important job, too, and it can be dangerous. That’s why I’m giving Puddle a pair of safety elf boots so she doesn’t slip and fall on the ice. They look like this:



Here’s the recipe for my Christmas eggnog:

1 egg
1/4 cup of sugar
1 1/2 cups of milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
freshly grated nutmeg

Beat the egg until smooth and thick and then beat the sugar into the egg until the sugar is dissolved. Beat in the milk and vanilla extract. Pour into a festive glass and top with nutmeg. Serve immediately.
If you’ve finished work for the day and plan to just sit in front of the fire and read Christmas stories I suggest adding a big tot of rum or whisky to your eggnog.

Here’s something to read while you’re drinking your eggnog, if you wish:


10 holiday stories from sweet to scorching! You’ll find brand new tales of love and desire by members of Romancing the Rock. Discover bestselling and award winning authors, plus hot new voices from Newfoundland’s emerging romance writing scene.


When Arabella’s father stole The Rose, the best ship in the skies, from Andre Barbot she had no choice but to accompany Barbot on his next voyage. It was either that or see her father in jail. Along the way she discovers that the so-called monster’s mechanical heart is just as human as hers, but is it capable of love?

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Please don’t forget to visit the rest of the elves on the Highway Café Christmas Blog Tour:

Darlene Fredette –
Tena Stetler –
Stacy Holmes –
M.S. Spencer –
Maureen Bonatch –
Nancy Fraser – wordpress/holiday-blog-hop/
Sorchia Dubois –
Carol Henry –
Hywela Lyn –
Casi McLean –…cal-mystery-tour/
Kayden Claremont. –
Mariah Lynne –
K. K. Weil –
Clair de Lune –
Linda Carroll-Bradd – (participating on Dec 6 only)

Merry Christmas! I can’t wait to see what my Secret Santa has got for me.



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