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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Historical Romance Review: To Wed a Wild Lord by Sabrina Jeffries

Ms. Jeffries is a master at creating conflict that keeps readers on the edge of their seats, and To Wed a Wild Lord is no different. There were moments in this book that I just wasn't sure if Virginia and Gabriel would end up together...

ABOUT THE BOOK


From the Hellions of Halstead Hall series...
Drowning in guilt over his best friend's death seven years ago, Lord Gabriel Sharpe, the Angel of Death, knows his only hope at redemption is a race against a shocking opponent.
Shrouded in darkness for the past seven years, the infamous racer Lord Gabriel Sharpe is known to accept every challenge to race thrown at him. When his next challenge comes in the form of his late best friend's sister, Virginia Waverly, Gabe is shocked. Yet she presents just the opportunity Gabe needs—marriage to fulfill his grandmother's ultimatum and ensure his inheritance. What he didn't count on was needing her love.

MY REVIEW

I absolutely adored the School for Heiresses series by Ms. Jeffries, and I hadn't yet had a chance to read a book in her newest series, Hellions of Halstead Hall, so when To Wed a Wild Lord graced my mailbox, I was totally psyched! And it didn't disappoint. I've already ordered the previous three books and the 5th which came out a couple months ago. There just aren't enough hours in a day--so it took me two evenings to read this book. But I digress...
Our heroine Virginia Waverly has suffered the past seven years over the sudden death of her brother, who was racing none other than Lord Gabriel Sharpe--the Angel of Death, a nickname given after the death of Roger Waverly. She wants her revenge and a chance to beat the bad boy lord at his own game, so she challenges him to a race.
The problem? He feels an immeasurable amount of guilt over the death of his best friend, Roger, and wants to make ammends by marrying Virginia.
They make a wager--but that wager ends in a battle of wits, wills, love and the discovery of themselves and each other--and a number of conflicts along the way!
I highly recommend this book, and I can't wait to read the rest of the series!



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Guest Author Jack Caldwell (and Giveaway of THE THREE COLONELS – Jane Austen’s Fighting Men!)

Welcome back to History Undressed, guest author Jack Caldwell. I adore Jack's work. He is an amazing author and has put some fantastic spins on Jane Austen fanfic! Today he's entertaining us with a bit of Regency history. Enjoy!  Leave a comment for a chance to win Jack's new release, The Three Colonels.





Greetings, fellow history lovers! Jack Caldwell here, author of THE THREE COLONELS – Jane Austen’s Fighting Men, the epic, romantic sequel to Pride & Prejudice and Sense & Sensibility, from Sourcebooks Landmark.
I take the critical event of the Regency period in English history—the Hundred Days Crisis—and throw some of literature’s most beloved characters into that maelstrom. In other words, I send some of Austen’s military figures to Waterloo. From S&S are Marianne and Colonel Brandon, Elinor and Edward Ferrars, and John Willoughby. From P&P are Colonel Fitzwilliam, Anne de Bourgh, Lady Catherine, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Darcy, the Collinses, Wickham, Denny, and Caroline Bingley. I have original characters, like Colonel Sir John Buford, and they interact with historical figures, such as Wellington and Napoleon.
Please allow me a brief explanation as to why Waterloo was so critical a moment in history. Since 1792, most of Europe had been at war against the armies of the French Revolution. The homicidal fanatics of the Revolution wanted to spread the ideas of liberté, égalité, fraternité—and "Madame Guillotine"—across the continent and England. The crowned heads of Europe and the Parliamentary kingdom of Great Britain felt the threat and tried to extinguish Revolutionary France. Enthused with zeal, the French armies fought well against the might of various Coalitions and was able to expand France into the Low Countries while holding off for a time the forces organized against it.
The Republic couldn’t hold—bad generalship externally and political instability internally brought the nation to the abyss. Then a heroic figure emerged—General Napoleon Bonaparte, a Corsican-turned-Frenchman, saved the French Army. He, with others, then conducted a coup in 1799, establishing a government run by three consuls, and Bonaparte became First Consul. The brilliant and ruthless general ended the revolutionary wars and, within a few years, maneuvered to rid himself of his fellow consuls. In 1804, he crowned himself Emperor of France.
General Bonaparte had won admiration for his reforms in France and respect for his abilities on the battlefield, However, Emperor Napoleon I was something else entirely. Bonaparte was not of any royal house; he was a commoner. The crowned heads of Europe shook again. A commoner dared make himself a king? Preposterous! Why, something like that might give ambitious men all over the continent ideas!
The wars started again, and Napoleon decided that if he could not live in peace with the rest of Europe, he would conquer it.  He was brilliant.  He smashed Austria at Austerlitz. He forced Prussia to sue for peace. He first allied himself with Spain, and then took it over. He conquered Poland (or liberated it, depending on your point of view). Russia seemed powerless to stop him.
The only nation Napoleon could not defeat was Great Britain. The British continued to defy him, and for a very good reason—trade.
The most valuable trade was overseas, and Britain was master of the oceans. It had colonies across the globe and the greatest navy in the world. For Napoleon to truly control Europe, the Royal Navy had to be crushed, yet France failed time and time again. Every time the French attacked the British fleet in force, it was beaten and humiliated.  Napoleon was invincible on land, but not at sea.
Therefore, he tied to strangle Britain. Napoleon’s Continental System restricted trade. He hoped to either force the “greedy English” to sue for peace, least they suffer ruin, or starve the English populace into submission. However, he misjudged the nature of Englishmen. True, Napoleon had his admirers in Britain, particularly in the Whig camp of what passed for party politics of the day. But when it came to the survival of the British Isles the governments of George III and that of his son, the Regent, were resolute. They knew that for Britain to live, Napoleon had to be destroyed.
Stymied at sea, Napoleon grew overconfident on land. In 1812, he invaded Russia, and it was his greatest disaster—500,000 men marched into Russia in June, but only 20,000 staggered back across the Niemen in December. This was the turning point in Napoleon’s career. While he won several desperate battles in 1813 and 1814, the luster of invincibility was gone; his enemies knew he could be beaten. Unlike the past, his foes wouldn’t treat with him—they stayed in the field to fight another day. French losses mounted.
Meanwhile, the British found their own heroic figure—General Sir Arthur Wellesley. His brilliant campaigns in the Peninsula (Portugal and Spain) earned him fame and reward, and he was made 1st Duke of Wellington.
In 1814, Napoleon was forced to abdicate. The Allies forced him into exile on the Mediterranean island of Elba, established Louis XVIII as King of France, and began to redraw the shattered map of Europe at the Congress of Vienna.
The peace did not last—on March 1, 1815, Napoleon landed near Frejus in Southern France. In less than a month, he had returned to Paris and, the Bourbon king having fled, declared himself emperor again. The Allies formed the Seventh Coalition to stop him once and for all. The British, Dutch, and Prussians would hold the north—in Belgium—while the Austrians and Russians mobilized to strike from the east. This was the Hundred Days Crisis.
This could not have happed at a worse time for Britain. They had lost a great number of men in the Peninsula, and the rest of their best troops were still on the other side of the Atlantic, for the War of 1812 with America had just ended. Those men could not return in time, and Wellington, commander of all British forces on the continent, had to build of army of reservists and green troops—his “Infamous Army.”
Napoleon knew he had to strike fast—the decades of war had nearly emptied France of men. He could not fight the entire Coalition at once. Always he had divided and conquered, and he planned to do it again. In his estimation, the troops to the north were the most vulnerable. He had beaten the Prussians before and was confident he would rout them again. As for Wellington, he dismissed the British field marshal as a bad general with bad troops. He would crush them, expecting his victory would then so frighten the other allies that they would sue for peace. This would give him time to rebuild the French Army. Then, nothing would stop him.
What happened next? That’s in THE THREE COLONELS!
The impact of the Battle of Waterloo cannot be overestimated. Great Britain emerged from the wars as the premiere imperial power on the planet. Pax Britannica would dominate the world for a hundred years. France was relegated to second-class stasis (whether they liked it or not). 1815 was also the last time Britain and France would fight each other. Beginning with the Crimean War in 1853, the two nations have been allies.
Waterloo is one of those pivotal moments in time. By happy coincidence, Jane Austen gave us interesting characters to borrow, through whom we can glimpse history in the making. I hope I did her justice.
THE THREE COLONELS – Jane Austen’s Fighting Men is available now from your favorite bookseller.

About the Author - Jack Caldwell is an author, amateur historian, professional economic developer, playwright, and like many Cajuns, a darn good cook. Born and raised in the Bayou County of Louisiana, Jack and his wife, Barbara, are Hurricane Katrina victims who now make the upper Midwest their home.
His nickname—The Cajun Cheesehead—came from his devotion to his two favorite NFL teams: the New Orleans Saints and the Green Bay Packers. (Every now and then, Jack has to play the DVD again to make sure the Saints really won in 2010.)

Always a history buff, Jack found and fell in love with Jane Austen in his twenties, struck by her innate understanding of the human condition. Jack uses his work to share his knowledge of history. Through his characters, he hopes the reader gains a better understanding of what went on before, developing an appreciation for our ancestors' trials and tribulations.
When not writing or traveling with Barbara, Jack attempts to play golf. A devout convert to Roman Catholicism, Jack is married with three grown sons.
Jack's blog postings—The Cajun Cheesehead Chronicles—appear regularly at Austen Authors.
Web site – Ramblings of a Cajun in Exile – http://webpages.charter.net/jvcla25/
Blog – Austen Authors – http://austenauthors.net/


Monday, April 2, 2012

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Weekly Video: History of the Holidays: Easter

Easter is coming up this weekend on Sunday, April 8th. In recognition, this week's video is from the History Channel, History of the Holidays: Easter.

Enjoy and Happy Easter!

Friday, March 30, 2012

Goliad -- The Other Alamo by Celia Hayes

Welcome to History Undressed, guest author Celia Hayes! She's written a fascinating piece for us today on the America frontier. Enjoy!



Goliad – The Other Alamo
by Celia Hayes

At the very beginning, the 1835 revolt of Texian settlers against the authority of Mexico rather resembled the American Revolution, some sixty years before – a likeness not lost on the Anglo-American Texians. Both the Colonies and the Texians were far-distant communities accustomed to manage their own affairs with a bare minimum of interference from a central governing authority. Colonists and Texians began standing on their rights as citizens, but a heavy-handed response provoked a response that spiraled into open revolt. “Since they’re trying to squash us like bugs for being rebellious, we might as give them a real rebellion and put up a fight,” summed up the attitude, in 1776 as well as 1835. 

The Mexican government promptly sent an army to remind the Anglo-Texan settlers of who was really in charge. The rumor that among the baggage carried along in General Martin Cos’ was 800 pairs of iron hobbles, with which to march selected Texas rebels back to Mexico did  win any friends among the Anglo or Hispanic settlers in Texas, nor did the generals’ widely reported remarks that it was time to break up the foreign settlements in Texas. Cos’ army, intended to re-establish and ensure Mexican authority, instead was ignominiously beaten and sent packing late in 1835.


Over the winter of 1835-36 a scratch Texan army of volunteers held two presidios guarding the southern approaches from further invasion, while representatives of the various communities met to sort out what to do next. First, they formed a shaky provisional government, and appointed Sam Houston to command the Army. Then, in scattershot fashion, they appointed three more officers to high command; it would have been farcical, if the consequences hadn’t been so dire. With no clear command, with military companies and commanders pursuing their own various plans and strategies, the Texas settlers and companies of volunteers were unprepared to face the terrible wrath of the Napoleon of the West and President of Mexico, strongman, caudillo and professional soldier, General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna. He did not wait for spring, or the grass to grow tall enough, or the deep mud to dry out: he intended to punish this rebellious province with the utmost severity. Under his personal command, his army reached the Rio Grande at Laredo in mid-February, and laid siege to a tumbledown former mission garrisoned by a scratch force of volunteers . . .  San Antonio de Valero, called simply the Alamo. But this story is about the other presidio, and another garrison of Texans and volunteers; Bahia del Espiritu Santo, or Goliad.

Santa Anna detached General Don Jose Urrea and a force of about a thousand soldiers, a third of them heavy cavalry, to guard his eastern flank along the rivers and lowlands of the Gulf coast….and to mop up the Anglo-Texan garrisons at San Patricio and Goliad. A small force at San Patricio, which had embarked on ill-considered expedition to raid Matamoros was surrounded and wiped out. Then it was the turn of Colonel James Fannin with 500 men holed up at the presidio in Goliad. Those 500 represented the largest body of fighting men among the Texians – and for the moment were still at large. Three couriers arrived from William Barrett Travis’ tiny garrison in the Alamo, begging for help and reinforcements. Fannin was battered from each direction with bad news and the consequences of bad decisions, or even worse, decisions not made until they were forced upon him. He made an abortive attempt to march to San Antonio, to come to Travis’ aid… but turned back after a few miles, assuming that relief of the Alamo was just not possible.
 
In the mean time, spurred by the knowledge that they must either fight, or go under, to death or exile, a new convention of settlers met at Washington-on-the-Brazos, and declared independence on March 2. In short time they had drafted a constitution, elected an interim government, and commissioned Sam Houston as commander of what army was left. Houston went to Gonzalez, intending to rally the settlers’ militia there and lift the siege of the Alamo. He arrived there on the very same day that news came that Santa Anna’s army had finally broken through the walls. Travis’ rag-tag collection of volunteers had held for fourteen days. They had bought time with their blood. Houston sent word to Fannin, ordering him to retreat north. But Fannin had sent out a small force to protect Anglo-Texan settlers in a nearby town, and refused to leave until he heard from them. When he finally decided to fall back, and join up with Houston, it was already too late. Urrea’s column had already made contact. Fannin and his men moved out of Goliad on March 19th, temporarily shielded by fog, but they were caught in the open, a little short of Coleto Creek. They fought in a classic hollow square, three ranks deep for a day and a night, tormented by lack of water, and the cries of the wounded. By daylight the next morning, Urrea had brought up field guns, and raked the square with grapeshot.

Fannin signaled for a parley and surrendered; he and his men believing they would be permitted honorable terms. They were brought back to Goliad and held under guard in the presidio for a week, along with some Texian stragglers who had been rounded up in the neighborhood, and a party of volunteers newly arrived from the States. They were locked up in the small presidio chapel at night; under such tight conditions as they slept standing up, leaning against the stone walls or each other.  Fannin and his men all assumed they would be disarmed, and sent back to the United States. Three English-speaking professional soldiers among Urreas’ officers assumed the same. They were horrified when Santa Anna sent orders that all the prisoners were to be executed. Urrea himself asked for leniency and Colonel Portillo, the commander left in charge of Goliad was personally revolted … but he obeyed orders.

On the morning of Palm Sunday, 1836, those of Fannin’s garrison able to walk -  about three hundred -  were divided into three groups, and marched out of town in three different directions, before being shot down by their guards. Forty wounded were dragged into the courtyard in front of the chapel doors and executed as they lay on the ground. Fannin himself was shot last of all, knowing what had happened to his men. Reportedly he asked only that he not be shot in the face, that his personal belongings be sent to his family, and that he be given decent burial. He was executed at point blank range with a shot in the face, his belongings were looted and his body was dumped into a trench with those of others and burnt, although many were left where they lay. A handful survived by escaping into the brush or jumping into the river. Another handful of prisoners were kept out of the columns; they were concealed in the Presidio by one of Portillo’s officers or rescued by Francita Alavez, the common-law wife of Captain Telesforo Alavez, who would become known as the Angel of Goliad,
 
Santa Anna, who had been thought of as a competent soldier and a more than usually slippery politician, was branded a brute - and as he was decoyed farther and farther into Texas in pursuit of Sam Houston - an overreaching and arrogant fool. A month later, when Houston and finished falling back into East Texas and training all the men who had gathered to him, Houston’s army turned and fought.  Santa Anna’s grand army disintegrated, as Houston’s men shouted “Remember the Alamo!”… and “Remember Goliad!”
 
My own series about the Germans in Texas, the Adelsverein Trilogy, starts with a boy soldier escaping from the massacre, which experience affects him for the rest of his life. It is a curiosity of history that the Alamo is famous, and the Goliad hardly known outside of Texas. Writer John Willingham, who came out with a novel about James Fannin and the Goliad last year, speculates that it might have been because the siege and fall of the Alamo tapped into a kind of ‘heroic last stand of the 300 at Thermopylae’ mind-set, while the massacre of the Texians at Goliad was a sad and squalid exercise in judicial murder.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Celia Hayes lives in San Antonio, Texas and is the author of six novels set on the American frontier: To Truckee's Trail -- an account of the first wagon train to cross the Sierra Nevada, the Adelsverein Trilogy -- which tells the story of the German settlements in the Texas Hill Country, and Daughter of Texas, and Deep in the Heart, a two-part account of a woman's life during the years of the Republic of Texas. Visit Celia at http://www.celiahayes.com

*Pictures were taken on scene by the author.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Miss Kitty Lied by Jennifer Jakes

Welcome back to History Undressed, Jennifer Jakes! If you didn't view her previous post on historical vibrators, you've got to check it out! Today she's tantalizing us with a bit on historical prostitutes. Enjoy!

Miss Kitty Lied
by Jennifer Jakes

Oh, Miss Kitty, how you deceived us all. Remember Gunsmoke and Sheriff Matt Dillon’s main squeeze? Perfect silk dress, perfectly styled red curls – perfect beauty mark. How clean and wonderful the life of a Wild West saloon girl must have been. . .

*insert sound of screeching brakes here*

Um, no. Let’s look at some facts. In descending order there were: Parlor Houses, Brothels, Cribs. Even in a Parlor House *think 5 star hotel* where a night of food, fun and the other “F” word might cost a man $200+, the girl only averaged $10 per week because of the cut the Madam (or the house) took the rest to cover the costs of food, wine and the girl’s room and board.

Brothel girls could make $2.50 - $7.00 per customer, but she had to pay room and board out of this plus any other expenses she had. Oh, and Brothels were significantly less grand than a Parlor House. Parlor houses the girl probably spent the entire night with one man and her sheets were changed afterward. Brothel girls saw more “traffic” and her sheets might be changed once per week.

Cribs were a closet-like space where the girls lived and worked. She would rent this room for $10-$20 per week. She charged a man as little as 25 cents depending on how dirty or run-down she and/or her crib was. Her profit was in volume. In a cattle or mining town, she would little more than stay in bed as the men lined up outside her door. Normally, a crib nymph would see 20 to 30 men per night. During a cattle drive, she could see as many as 75 to 100 men per night. And no clean sheets here. She put a rain slicker over the bottom of her bed to protect the sheets from mud and cow manure since the cowboy might take off his hat, but not his boots or pants. Volume, remember? 

Yes, there were Saloon Girls who could just serve drinks, but they could also “go upstairs” for extra money. And Dance Hall Girls, yes, they were there, earning 12 ½ cents per dance. But all in all after researching this topic, I have to say, Miss Kitty lied to us.

What do you think?

*All statistics were found in UPSTAIRS GIRLS: Prostitution in the American West by Michael Rutter


Jennifer Jakes is the author of sensual erotic romance. Her award-winning debut novel, RAFE’S REDEMPTION, a historical western, is available now from The Wilder Rose Press, Amazon and other fine retailers. Her newest novella, TWICE IN A LIFETIME, is available at Amazon,  B & N and Smashwords.

Find out more about Jennifer at www.jenniferjakes.com or at her blog http://authorjenniferjakes.blogspot.com/




He rode into town to buy supplies, not a woman.

For hunted recluse Rafe McBride, the raven-haired beauty on the auction block  is exactly what he doesn't need. A dependent woman will be another clue his vengeful stepbrother can use to find and kill him. But Rafe's conscience won't let him leave another innocent's virginity to the riff-raff bidding. He buys her, promising to return her to St. Louis untouched. He only prays the impending blizzard holds off before her sultry beauty breaks his willpower.

She wanted freedom, not a lover.

Whisked to the auction block by her devious, gambling cousin, and then sold into the arms of a gorgeous stranger, outspoken artist Maggie Monroe isn't about to go meekly. Especially when the rugged mountain man looks like sin and danger rolled into one. But a blizzard and temptation thrust them together, and Maggie yearns to explore her smoldering passion for Rafe.

But when the snow clears, will the danger and secrets that surround Rafe and Maggie tear them apart?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Historical Romance Review: Never Seduce a Scoundrel by Heather Grothaus

Never Seduce a Scoundrel
Kensington Zebra
ISBN-13: 978-1420112436


ABOUT THE BOOK

Even a cloistered young heiress in medieval England has her reckless moments. . .

Lord Oliver Bellecote has a way of bringing out the vixen in any woman. Any woman, that is, but Cecily Foxe, an innocent flower destined for the abbey who seems utterly immune to his charms. Or so he believes until the night they accidentally meet in the pagan ruins of Foxe Ring, and Oliver discovers that "Saint Cecily" is actually as tempting as sin. . .

Cecily would like nothing more than to forget her night of heated passion with the dangerously handsome Lord Bellecote. But denial proves quite impossible when she is charged with tending his every need during his stay at Fallstowe Castle. For only in his arms does she feel truly alive, despite the deadly secrets that surround his past--and threaten their tenuous future. . .


MY REVIEW

I literally read this book in a day. Never Seduce a Scoundrel, is a medieval romance novel that takes place in England (haven't read one of those in a long time!), and it was jam-packed with action, conflict, sensuality. I've never read a book by Ms. Grothaus before, and I am now a fan! Can't wait for the next book in this series to release.

There was a subtle humor laced into the book that had me snickering as I read--such as Cecily's thoughts on people, people being people--ie being clumsy! It was fantastic how she brought these characters to life. They were "real" people, jumping right off the page and acting out the scenes before my eyes. They were also flawed. All of them had some sort of issue to overcome, and I enjoyed their journeys to a fulfilling end.

But most of all, I enjoyed the interaction between the characters and following the character's along their paths to finding out who they are. The novel is very character driven. There is a bit of a mystery to it as well. Poor Oliver and Cecily. I hate to say that I revel in novels that get the h/h together with a bang (lol) in the beginning and them they are forced apart, trying to understand their feelings for one another, and also figure themselves out before they can finally be together in the end. Its painful, but oh-so-wonderful when they finally reach the HEA.

As far as historical details, the author painted an accurate picture, and did so subtly, so I could mostly fill in the blanks with my own imagination.

A definite recommended read!