UPDATE!! Louisa Cornell is the winner of Sally MacKenzie’s book, Surprizing Lord Jack!!
A lot has happened this week and between editing, plotting ideas for the next two books, getting ready for the pre-order release of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh in June, less than two weeks away, and being in charge of two conference events in July, I am unable to keep up with Eight Sentence Sunday. If you were following and want me to post more of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, let me know and I will do so.
I’d planned to announce the winners of Regina Jeffer’s and Sally MacKenzie’s books. Unfortunately, I’ve not received them yet. If I hear from either or both of them today I’ll post the winners.
As some of you may know, I’m attending RWA Nationals in Atlanta in July, which includes the Beau Monde mini-conference. The Beau Monde is the Regency chapter of the RWA. Every year they host a soirée. Last year I was unable to get a costume together, but this year I planned ahead.
Frency Regency Gown
Here is the 1810 French gown mine is based on.
Back of Gown
The front will not be quite as low, and I decided to go with a slightly different back.
Unfortunately, I was unable to find hand embroidered silk chiffon with gold thread, but I did discover this lovely chiffon and the gold lining at my local fabric store.
Embroidered Chiffon and Gold Lining
As well as this trim to go just above the hem, and on the right edging for the neckline and sleeves.
Trim for Bottom of Gown
I also found these kidskin gloves on Ebay. They should be my size.
Embroidered Kidskin Gloves
I’m really looking forward to wearing the gown in July.
Speaking of evening gowns, here is an excerpt from the Seduction of Lady Phoebe.
She was more beautiful now than she had been at fifteen, more mature and elegant. She wore a dull gold silk gown. He wanted to groan as he took in the gown’s low neckline that barely encased her ample breasts. Perfect mounds that he wanted to caress.
Phoebe’s ears were adorned simply with pearl drops that tempted him to run the tip of his tongue over the outer swirl of her ear, to breathe in her fresh and woodsy scent.
Marcus couldn’t bear the thought that Phoebe would ever kiss another man. He never before felt such possessiveness. No other woman made his pulse race or called to his soul. He wanted to tell her she was his—had always been his.
ellaquinnauthor
