The Dangerous Love of a Rogue, out Jan 29th, is Mary’s story – but here are some previous scenes including Mary

*** If you have not read the series – Spoiler Alert ***

Dangerous Love of a rogue from Zoe

The new story in the Marlow Intrigues series, The Dangerous Love of a Rogue, is Mary’s story, so before the book is released on January 29th I thought I would do a little reflection on the scenes Mary has been in.

She first appeared in the epilogue in The Illicit Love of a Courtesan, and you tell already from this scene how treasured Mary is, and not only by her parents’ Edward and Ellen, but by her wider family too…

Ellen caught up Robert’s hand and pulled him towards Edward who stood to one side holding Mary Rose. The infant was gurgling with glee against the lapel of Edward’s coat, gripping his cravat. He smiled and gave her their daughter. Ellen passed the baby on to Robert.

“Here, your niece and now your Godchild. She is longing for a cuddle from her favourite uncle.”

Robert took her but sneered. He was such a cad. Ellen knew he loved Mary Rose. Whenever he visited he hardly left the nursery. He was either petting Mary or setting John into a riot with a noisy game of war. Proving it, he immediately moved away to show off the child to her aunts. They were gathered in a cluster across the room.

“We are so lucky,” Ellen whispered looking up at her husband. He bent and kissed her mouth, as uncaring as ever of what anyone thought.

Ellen swallowed, she had yet to tell him she was pregnant again. Mary was only four months old. Ellen had been waiting until now. She had wanted Mary baptised before their thoughts turned to the next child.

She spoke against his lips. “I have news for you.”

“What?” His lips curved into a smile.

“You should expect another christening in a year or so’s time.”

Edward held her back, grinning now. “You are expecting? I had an inkling but I didn’t like to say.”

“Yes,” Ellen smiled. “You could have told me you knew.”

“And steal your thunder,” he laughed. “I think not, such news is a woman’s prerogative.”

One hand slid the length of her arm and captured her fingers, then he turned to the room, picking up a drink from a tray balanced on the hand of a passing footman. “Charge your drinks my friends! We have a double celebration!” There was an instantaneous move to collect glasses, and then they were lifted high. “You are about to again,” he turned to face her mother and father, “become grandparents,” then he looked about the hall, “and uncles, aunts and cousins” He smiled at the children, and then particularly at John, “and brother. In a few months’ time. My beautiful wife is expecting another happy arrival! A toast to our children!” It was echoed about the room and then their families moved as one to give their congratulations.

I am truly the luckiest woman, Ellen thought again as John gave her a hug.

“Mama, I would like a brother.” She smiled, holding him tight. He now reached above her shoulder and was less like a boy every day and more like a young man.

“I do not think I can control it, John, but we shall see.” She kissed his forehead and let him go. He moved to speak to Edward.

Now her sisters, one by one, stepped forward to hug her…

…Sylvia stepped forward.

She was heavy with child and she gave Ellen a superficial cuddle. “Mary Rose is so pretty. I hope my own child is as perfect, But I admit I am nervous of the birth.”

Ellen held Sylvia’s shoulders. The child was her first. “It is not so bad. As soon as he, or she, is born you will forget the ordeal of birth. But would you like me with you? I will stay when you are due if it will help?”

“I should like that very much, James fusses over me and it makes me more afraid.”

“Very well, it is agreed. We shall come and stay. Edward will distract James too.” Sylvia nodded and kissed Ellen’s cheek before turning to congratulate Edward.

Next Penny stepped forward, her own son of just over a month old cradled in her arms. Ellen’s fingers brushed the child’s cheek and the infant turned his gaze to her. He was more like Richard than his mother. “He is beautiful,” Ellen whispered.

“Richard loves his daughters, but he is thrilled to have a son at last.” Penny glanced across her shoulder at Richard. He was standing across the room, and their eldest daughter was tugging his hand, urging him to look at Mary Rose, while he was trying to have a conversation with James.

“He’s lovely, I am sure he will grow to be a credit to his father…” 

…Ellen looked at her son. He’d taken Mary Rose from Robert and was standing by the hearth talking to him. Ellen’s heart filled with pride. One day he would be a Duke.

 “Ellen, my dear child.” Ellen’s thoughts came back to the moment as her mother, with tears in her eyes, drew Ellen into an embrace.’

And of  course Mary was Edward’s first child so you can perhaps imagine the bond that she has with her father, but this does come out in excerpts in some of the other books which I’ll share in the time between now and the release date, to whet your appetite. 😉

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“The game is on with Pembroke’s little sister…” Lord Andrew Framlington watched Miss Mary Marlow. The woman had been warned to keep away from him, but she had a little contrary in her soul. She had not been deterred. Perhaps she had a taste for bad hidden beneath her cold denials, or a liking for naughtiness in her soul – either of which appealed.

“Stop pretending you do not like me…” Drew had urged Mary, “Stop running…” Her body urged her to as much as he did. Something pulled her towards him. Something unknown and all consuming… and yet how could she disobey her father and her brother…

 

Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part Eighteen ~ Giving birth, setting up the vicious rumours and throwing pottery

CarolinelambCaroline’s and William’s son was born on the 28th of August 1807. They named him Augustus. Yet it wasn’t much after that, despite achieving what every good Regency wife ought and bearing the heir to a title a son, that people began weaving ill-rumours about Caroline. But before I speak about those for anyone starting to read this series for the first time, here’s the background to this series of posts, and as always if you have read it before just skip to the end of the italics where I have highlighted the text bold.

I was drawn to Lady Caroline Lamb, who lived in the Regency era, because Harriette Wilson the courtesan who wrote her memoirs in 1825, mentions the Ponsonby and the Lamb family frequently. Also the story of Caroline’s affair with Lord Byron captured my imagination. Caroline was also a writer, she wrote poems, and novels in her later life. I have read Glenarvon.

Her life story and her letters sucked me further into the reality of the Regency world which is rarely found in modern-day books. Jane Austen wrote fictional, ‘country’ life as she called it, and I want to write fictional ‘Regency’ life rather than simply romance. But what I love when I discover gems in my research like Caroline’s story is sharing the real story behind my fiction here too.

Lady Caroline Lamb was born Caroline Ponsonby, on the 13th November 1785. She was the daughter of Frederick Ponsonby, Viscount Duncannon, and Henrietta (known as Harriet), the sister of the infamous Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Caroline became an official lady when her grandfather died, and her father became Earl of Bessborough earning her the honorific title ‘Lady’ and she grew up in a world of luxury, even Marie Antoinette was a family friend. Caroline was always renowned as being lively, and now it is suspected she had a condition called bipolar. As a child she earned herself a title as a ‘brat’, by such things as telling her aunt Georgiana that Edward Gibbon’s (the author of The Decline and fall of the Roman Empire) face was ‘so ugly it had frightened her puppy’.

And when she grew up Byron once described Caroline as “the cleverest most agreeable, absurd, amiable, perplexing, dangerous fascinating little being that lives now or ought to have lived 2000 years ago.”

Augustus was christened at Melbourne House in October, with  the Prince of Wales standing as Godfather, and here is a little unusual insight into the event, to entertain their royal guest they decided to play a game after they’d eaten. They each wrote a couple of lines of poetry, then gave it to the person seated beside them who had to add lines to it in reply.

But while Caroline’s cousin Harryo said of little Augustus ‘Caroline’s baby is really beautiful, from a degree of strength, animation and vivacity,’ William’s family were sharpening their tongues behind Caroline’s back.

Harryo later wrote to another cousin.  ‘George Lamb said last night that Caroline’s child was the most frightful creature he had ever beheld. I said really angrily (for if you could see it you would really think it impossible anybody could say so but from ill-nature or jealousy), that is was quite ridiculous to pretend it. He coloured, muttered and seemed anxious Lord Melbourne (William’s father) and Lady Emily Cowper (William’s sister) should not hear us, she did. He told me afterwards that Lady Cowper had persuaded him to think so, for that when the baby was first-born they were all in admiration of it till she began sneering at it’

Another of George Lamb’s malicious tales was that Caroline had ridden out with page clothed in her particular livery before her and her nursery maids behind her and wondered why the man at the toll gate had laughed.

And it seemed that Caroline was often a favourite topic of her own family too and perhaps their views began to be coloured by William’s family’s cruel and derogatory stories and words;

Harryo wrote, ‘One hears such things of her both ways and every way when one is away from her, that I always feel an involuntary surprise to find her, as I did, at Hadley, like another, to quote Lord Bessborough  and when she is quiet gentle and reasonable I am glad to see her and to believe that much of what we heard must have been exaggerated. I do not mean to say that there is not too much reason to wonder at her oddity and blame her conduct at times. Lady Elizabeth’  -The Duke of Devonshire’s mistress whom Caro had made an enemy of – ‘(who in general takes her part in attacks upon her) says she stood in a corner one day flinging cups and saucers at William’s head (a pretty pastime for him, poor man), but she says that they all worked one another up and all had a share in the blame they so plentifully heaped upon her head.’

Caroline told people later in her life that William’s violence was as bad as her own, and certainly in that period as I said a few posts back if he was not assaulting her physically he certainly was assaulting her mentally. Caro had come into their marriage a devout and deep Christian, she had been brought up to believe all the words written in the bible, but William was doing his utmost to convince her it was nonsense. Expressing how upset it made her she bought him a bible for his birthday while she was pregnant and inscribed it ‘to the Hon. William Lamb. Given to him on his birthday by Caroline Lamb who begs him to value it for her sake.’  But potentially he was physically violent towards her too.

We know for an absolute fact that William was obsessed with whipping in his later years, he wrote numerous letters to mistresses mentioning it, and so it is quiet possible that he would whip Caro behind closed doors where none of his family might see and tell tales, and certainly when the marriage was a little older and Caro a little more confident, she did tell people that his violence was as bad as hers.

Yet Caroline’s letter of 13th October 1807 still implies how much she loved William regardless of their rows, and perhaps blind to the cruel words his family whispered behind her back – she writes of another Caroline, Lady Elizabeth’s daughter, who Caroline grew up with as though she was a cousin, who is now being courted by William’s brother Frederick ‘You cannot think how every body here praises Caroline – she has not only one of the most amiable & sweetest dispositions I ever met with but her mind seem so improved her ideas enlarged & her conversation more from her own head than it used to be. trust me the Lambs are the best of Masters. They can teach everything but not to love them & Frederick even take him for better & for worse has more perfections & merits than any common man.‘  – note the not to love them means that is the one of the easiest things they can do in Regency language.

Dangerous Love of a rogue from ZoeTheir married life progresses in my next post – follow my blog to make sure you don’t miss it and If you would like to read my historical romance story that was inspired by Caroline’s life… it is available for pre-order The Dangerous Love of a Rogue, will be out in ebook in January and can be pre-ordered for Paperback release in March and don’t forget you can see images of my inspirations on my Jane Lark Facebook page, just scroll down and click ‘Like‘ in the link on the sidebar to follow.

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