E is for Earl Ferrers

I’ve kind of been waiting for this one. 🙂

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Laurence Shirley
4th Earl Ferrers

Laurence Shirley, the fourth Earl Ferrers, came to my attention as I was looking for information on something else.  I can’t remember what I was researching, but I stumbled upon a list of firsts and lasts.  And while reading this fascinating list, I came upon the gruesome fact that Laurence Shirley, Earl Ferrers, “has the dubious distinction of becoming the last peer of the realm to be hanged as a common criminal.”                                 (capitalpunishmentuk.org)

At the age of twenty, Laurence Shirley, left Oxford and set out for Paris, where he began a wild life of excess that would continue his whole life.  In 1745 he inherited the title of earl from his uncle, who had died insane, and went to the main residence at Staunton Harold Hall in Leicestershire.  In 1752 he married a 16 year-old girl, Mary Meredith.  This marriage was far from happy.  Ferrers was a drunkard and a womanizer (he had a mistress from 1743 and continued his relations with her throughout his marriage and after it) and prone to violent outbursts.

Apparently life with Ferrers got so bad that in 1758 Mary obtained a separation from her husband by Act of Parliament, extremely rare for the time.  She would have needed to prove adultery and cruelty against Ferrers with strong evidence in order to secure the separation.  The fact that she managed to do so speaks volumes about her married life.  The courts also ruled that she receive rents from some of Ferrers property as compensation.  These rents were collected by a trustee of the estate, an old steward named John Johnson.

In January 1760, Ferrers asked Johnson to visit him at Staunton Harold Hall.  A violent

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Earl Ferrers Shooting
His Steward

disagreement ensued and Ferrers shot Johnson, who died the next day.  Ferrers was arrested for willful murder and sent to the Tower to await trial.  Ferrers used an insanity defense and as there was history of it in the family it might have proved valid.  However, it did not.  His peers on the jury each found him guilty of willful murder resulting in the sentence of hanging by the neck until dead. Ferrers afterward said he had only used that defense at the insistence of his family.

The earl tried to get the method of execution changed to beheading–hanging being the fate of common criminals.  Beheading, however, was reserved only for acts of treason.  So Earl Ferrers’ execution by hanging was set for May 5th at Tyburn.

A new gallows was constructed for the event.  Ferrers wore his wedding suit for the occasion:  “a light colored satin one embroidered with silver, saying ‘he thought this at least as good an occasion for putting them on as that for which they were first made.’”                  (capitalpunishmentuk.org) The procession from the Tower to Tyburn took  2 3/4 hours because of the huge crowds who had turned out to witness the execution.  Ferrers mounted the scaffold, prayed briefly, paid the executioner, and had the noose put round his neck.  Though often reported that the noose was made of silk, this appears to be a myth.  The executioner released the trap but the new apparatus did not function properly and it took the earl about four minutes to die.  He was declared dead and sent to the Surgeon’s Hall for dissection.  His body was put on display and three days later given over to the family for interment.

(If you would like a fuller account of the death of the Earl Ferrers, please visit capitalpunishmentuk.org)

And why, you may ask, have I been waiting to tell this particularly grisly story?

onlyscandalwilldoVintage(1)The details of Laurence Shirley’s crime and death formed the “back story” for my first historical romance, Only Scandal Will Do.  My hero, Duncan Ferrers, is distantly related to the Shirleys but still feels the breath of scandal from the earl’s demise.  Duncan ends up fighting duels because of Ferrers’s insanity plea and death and removes to Italy for a time to let the furor die down.  My novel begins when he returns to England to find himself still under the pall of his relative’s actions.  In an effort to cheer himself, he goes off for a night of carousing and…well, therein lies the tale. 🙂

I’ve been extraordinarily happy with the serendipity that led me to find the story of the death of Earl Ferrers.  Have any of your stories been inspired by something you found through a fortunate accident?

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Interview with Echo and Aethan from Absolute Surrender

Today I’m really excited to be interviewing Echo and Aethan from Georgia Lyn Hunter’s new release Absolute Surrender.

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Jenna: Hi, Echo and Aethan!  So good to see you!  Now tell me, what was your first impression of your writer?

Echo: Hi Jenna, thanks for having us. My writer, she has a weird sense of humor, I mean
she had me almost stabbing my mate. Twice. *snort *

Jenna: *startled* How did you two meet?

Aethan: Through the job. Tracking a vicious demonii and there she was killing the bas—
asses.
Echo: The fiend crossed my path, he had to die.

Jenna:  Uh, that would seem necessary. *gulp*  So, what is your greatest strength? Greatest weakness? How have they shaped your life?

Echo: My family. Greatest weakness: Aethan.
Aethan, glances at her, shakes his head: She’s my downfall.

Jenna: Echo what first drew you to Aethan? What qualities does he possess that are attractive to you?

Echo: His hair.
Aethan: Is that all?
Echo: Yes.
Aethan: We will revist that comment when we’re done here. *turns to me * Her qualities?
She drove me crazy…still does.
* Echo laughs *
Aethan glances at her: She wasn’t afraid to love one like me.
* Echo strokes his arm *

Jenna: *smiles*Aethan, what does Echo do that drives you absolutely crazy?

Aethan: Everything. She’s unbelievably stubborn.
Echo: hmm…pot—kettle—black?
*Aethan glances at her in amusement *

Jenna: Echo, if you could be in any other profession, what would you do and why?

Echo: I would have wanted to play Arwen in Lord of the Rings. Why? Because I just lovvve
Aragorn.
*Aethan narrows his eyes, doesn’t comment. *

Jenna:  Now I’m with you on that, Echo!  Aragorn….yum…yum! Oh! Um…Aethan, in your story, what was the most memorable moment for you?

Aethan: When she broke my heart.

Echo: You were being stubborn.
Aethan: You still have years—centuries of making up to do for that.

Jenna:  So, Aethan, what is your idea of a romantic evening?

Aethan: To have the damn castle to ourselves for once.

Jenna:  *smiling* What do you do for fun?

Echo: I braid Aethan’s hair when he’s asleep. All those colors—It’s oh so pretty.
Aethan: You do what?!
Echo: uh, nothin’

Jenna:  Would you like for your writer to create a sequel for you and why or why not?

Aethan: Absolutely not!
Echo: He’s not happy about what happened in our story—
Aethan: Time to go, Echo. Before she gives our crazy writer any more ideas.
Echo smiles: Goodbye Jenna. It was nice meeting you.

*Their fading voices reach me. *

Aethan: I thought I got rid of your Aragon obsession?
Echo: *sighs* I love how you make me forget…

Thank you for coming to this great interview!  And thank you, Georgia Lyn, for allowing your characters  to come visit today!

An excerpt… after Echo gets into a dangerous all-out fight with a horde of demoniis who are after her.  Yep Aethan’s not happy at all…

“You should have never left the safety of the house, Echo. And now, you should have stayed away until I calmed down. I’m seconds away from making good on my promise.”

Her back stiffened. “I’m not some possession to be packed away because you fear it breaking. You want a relationship with me, you need to accept me for who I am.”

“At the expense of putting your life in danger? Don’t push me on this. You won’t like the trade-off.”

She bit back on the deluge that would have spewed out at his threat and said, “I don’t like you very much, right now.”

At her words, something shifted in his stance, his gaze. The chill in his eyes went into a slow burn, reminding her of a dangerous predator. He flung his T-shirt aside and prowled closer.

Hastily, she backed away. She wasn’t a fool. Whatever he planned wouldn’t be good for her. Then she met his eyes and fear gave way to anticipation. Breathing became harder, aware she’d unleashed this dangerous side of him.

“You don’t like me, do you?” He stalked her, until her back hit the wall. Hands planted on either side of her head, he locked her in. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” His eyes glowed fiercely, filled with possession. He bent his head. His nose trailed lightly down her jaw to her neck.

Echo stilled, unprepared for the sensual feeling of his lips lightly grazing her skin. The heady scent of rainstorms, his masculine heat and raw sex surrounded her. She could almost taste him on her tongue.

“Aethan,” she whispered, desire surging in her veins. If he could do that without even touching her, she truly was in trouble. But she didn’t care. She only knew if he didn’t kiss her, she would burn up from her own heat and die, and then he’d be sorry. She angled her face toward his, seeking his lips.

Soft laughter reached her ears as though he heard her thoughts. “Still don’t like me, do you?”

“Aethan, please,” she moaned, her hands sliding up the heated skin of his chest. His body was too hard, too big to tug closer. So, she grabbed his hair, wrapped the silky strands around her hand and drew his head to hers.

Absolute Surrender is available at Amazon, Black Opal Books, Kobo, ARe, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

Bio:

Georgia Lyn Hunter, she’s happiest with a book in her hand and never thought aboutlyn5 writing, too busy devouring the books out there, then she read her first paranormal romance several years ago the writing bug bit. She loves creating strong, alpha heroes who think they need no one and the heroines come along and knock them on their gorgeous asses.
She enjoys brainstorming with her daughter over new ideas and have several book ideas
plotted out for the story arc. Now she just wants an extra pair of hands to write, because
she complains her brain is like a hive, her characters voices too loud, and they all want
out. 🙂
She’s excited to finally live her dream with the release of her first book.

Georgia Lyn grew up on the tropical climate of South Africa and now lives in Qatar with
her husband and her two children. When she’s not writing or plotting her next novel, she
enjoys traveling, reading, catching up on missed TV shows and being with her family.

Links: Website/Facebook/Twitter

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Horny Hump Day 04/03/13: 7 Days of Seduction “Like Magic” #HornyHDay

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

April Showers made me think of my cover for

7 Days of Seduction

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Ashley Thompson had a wild time at her party last Friday night. Maybe too wild. She wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a ménage a trois with her ex-boyfriend and a gorgeous stranger. Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk. She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up–in her shower.

Hunter Hopewell intends to introduce Ash to a variety of sexual experiences he finds fun and exciting. He proposes a week-long series of “colorful” encounters designed to seduce Ashley out of her kink comfort zone.

As their week of escalating pleasure intensifies, Ashley must choose to let go of her inhibitions or risk losing the best damn lover she’s ever had.

My three hot sentences for today are come from Day 2.  Ashley’s got unexpected company in the shower. Think he’ll wash her back?

canstock4331246He pulled her back into his arms, lifted her and thrust his erection all the way into her slit like magic.

The unexpected fullness strained her insides almost to bursting.  If he moved she’d explode, but damn, he felt good.

 The site also gives the details of how to sign up for next week if you’d like to play with us. 🙂  Please check out the Horny Hump Day blog site for the other sites on the hop and go visit the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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Spotlight on Queen of Jastain by Kary Rader

 

Today I’m spotlighting my great friend and CP Kary Rader’s debut novel, Queen of Jastain.  Take a look at this gorgeous cover–now just imagine what’s inside to inspire such an image!

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Blurb:

The Light brought her to him, but does he have the faith to make her his queen? For twenty years, Avant plotted revenge against the dark king, but when a mysterious woman suddenly appears, everything changes. Although his prophetic Gift reveals she’s the Seed of Light chosen to restore the Crown, his overwhelming attraction to the woman threatens his long-held plan for revenge and two decades of fidelity.

Abby Randall is inexplicably transported from Dallas to the medieval land of Jastain. There she meets Avant, who claims she’s the foretold champion of his people. While the hot guy has her hormones pumping, his crazy talk of defeating an evil king leaves questions to his sanity. Through his supernatural Gift, Avant transplants his memories into her, but neither are prepared for how their hearts intertwine.

Together they embark on their quest, but when Abby and Avant come face to face with destiny, will they sacrifice what matters most to provide a happily-ever-after for the people of Jastain?

Excerpt:

When Avant climbed back to the cave, his hair was wet. He’d slicked it back from his face and tied it into a little ponytail with a leather string. The sexy shadow of a light beard softened his angular jaw, and the thick waves of his hair shined with chestnut highlights in the morning sun. It was a good look for him, but then again, what wasn’t? Abby ran her fingers through her own tangled tresses and pulled her hair back. What she wouldn’t give for a hair clip.

“Would you like a thong for your hair?”

She giggled at the word thong, certain that what she pictured was not what he referenced. “Do you have an extra one? I’d like to get it out of my face, and I don’t have anything.” Actually she had her own thong, but she sure as hell wasn’t putting it in her hair.

He immediately unlaced the tie at the neck of his shirt and handed it to her.

She gasped and put a hand to her face to hide the heat in her cheeks as his shirt fell open below his breast bone. “You don’t have to do that.”

Her blood coursed wildly at the sight of the smooth muscles of his chest. A soft sprinkling of dark hair beckoned her fingers. She swallowed hard.

“It’s all right. Please use it. It will be a hard day’s journey with hair in your face.” His words rang in her mind so sincerely she forgot her embarrassment, but her eyes kept flitting to his heavenly chest.

“Thank you, Avant, and not only for the lace but for everything you’re doing to help me.”

Holding her gaze, he nodded once, and her heart fluttered. Was it getting warm in the cave? She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

“It is time to be off if we are to make it to the next shelter before nightfall.” He picked up his pack and walked to the mouth of the cave. She grabbed her bag and followed.

Climbing down proved to be more difficult than going up. The muscles required to lower herself from one level to the next worked her thighs and butt like no gym equipment she’d ever experienced. It was like doing hours of squats. She trudged down the mountain with the previous day’s tumult weighting her down like the “freshman ten.” Avant helped her along on the steeper steps, but, for the most part, she made them on her own, clippity-clopping in those damned Docinis all the way.

When he reached the bottom, he disappeared around an outcropping. Abby took the last little step to the base and hurried after him. As she turned the corner, Avant grabbed her arm and spun her around. Driving her back against the rock, he pressed the length of his rigid body against her. His face, barely three inches from hers, clenched in thin lines of stress. Her heart raced…with fear.

She was pretty sure it was fear.

Bio:

Kary Profile PicKary Rader is a part-time Twitter sage, stay-at-home mother of three, and slave to the characters and worlds inside her head. Always creative, she’s drawn to stories with fantastical worlds and creatures. With a little bit of magic and divine guidance, there isn’t anything that can’t be accomplished with words. It’s the power of words that creates and destroys. Vanquishing evil and injustice while finding eternal love in the process is all in a day’s work. With the help of her critique partners and master cartographer imaginary places come to life.

You can find her at:
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Guest Author Christine Warner with Two Timing the Boss

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Thanks Jenna for letting me borrow your blog today 🙂

Every author has a favorite scene from each book they’ve written that they loved to write.  They can go back to that scene over and over again and read it, with a huge smile on their face.

When I wrote Two Timing the Boss I was lucky to have several scenes throughout that
left me smiling, some laughing out loud, some with that overall feeling that I nailed the
emotions and descriptions. I loved the setting, the dialogue, the feel from start to finish. Or I just loved the fun and humor—or the sheer craziness the heroine had to endure.

As a reader, what’s something from a scene you’ve read that makes it stick with you
long after you’ve closed the pages? Is it something to do with dialogue, the actions of the characters, the setting—or something else?

I’d love to share one of those scenes from Two Timing the Boss that really captured
that ‘feel good’ feeling for me and sent my heroine into a panic at the same time—all in
fun mind you.

Now keep in mind as you read, my heroine Farah is on a business trip with her new boss. When she applied for this coveted position, she was talked into wearing a wig, fake nails, lots of makeup, tower high heels and more to up her chances at getting the position. So she donned a disguise—a disguise she had removed to take a bath thinking her work day was done—until a knock sounded on her door.

ENJOY!

“Be right there.” She tried to keep her voice bright, not sure if she sounded

cheery, insane, or both as she hurdled over her suitcase at the foot of the bed.

Her heart beat ticked off every second of her mad dash around the hotel room.

Farah grabbed her discarded body suit from the bed. She didn’t have time to squeeze

into it. Her business suit lay beside it, crumpled. Anyway, she’d look silly answering the

door fully dressed after telling him she’d been in the bath.

Afraid he’d realize how short she actually was, she shoved her feet into her three

plus inch heels then scoffed. Yeah, that’d go over well answering the door in her thigh

length black silk robe and heels. Add bright red lipstick, a cigarette dangling from her

lips and a mattress strapped to her back to further his suspicions and come off looking

like someone other than his competent personal assistant.

Keller pounded on the door again. His irritation at having to wait reflected in the

firm spacing of fist against metal.

She groaned and flew toward the bathroom, remembering the complimentary robe

the hotel provided. As she rounded the door her knee banged against the frame. “Ouch.

Damn.” Farah blinked back tears. She rubbed her knee, the reddening skin tender.

Great. Now she’d not only have these wonderful memories of her mad laps around her

hotel room, but a big, fat, ugly bruise as a souvenir when she got home.

“You okay in there?” Keller no longer sounded annoyed, but concerned.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” If only she could shove the file and papers under the door.

“Almost done.”

Farah slid her arms through the extra large terry cloth robe. The bulk probably

made her look like a bedraggled housewife; sponge curls would complete her look.

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About Christine Warner

Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends. Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmetic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines. A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on Facebook, Twitter and her Website.
 
 


 

About Two Timing the Boss

Farah Smith is on a mission: secure the funds for her twin sister’s surgery. She’ll do whatever it takes to succeed. Even if that means putting her values aside to work for a man she finds morally bankrupt. But when the real Farah meets her new boss, she wonders if she’ll be able to resist his sexy advances long enough to help her sister. 

From the blonde wig, to the stilettos strapped around her ankles, Farah’s a clone of Keller Donovan’s harem of past assistants. She can’t believe she’s let herself be talked into the disguise, let alone working for the man planning to demolish the hospital her sister so desperately needs, but the salary he offers is the only way she’ll be able to afford her sister’s surgery. The moment Farah meets Keller she realizes her most daunting task isn’t typing, spreadsheets or organizing travel arrangements, but fighting the growing attraction toward a man whose ruthlessness is legendary in the boardroom as well as the bedroom. 

Determined not to end up in a disastrous marriage like his divorced parents, Keller believes all relationships should have a shelf life of sixth months or less. But when he meets Farah, all bets are off. He not only wants her to continue as his personal assistant, but his own private bed warmer. Unfortunately, his offer of an affair doesn’t sit well with her fairytale dreams or the strangled hold gripping his heart.


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Weekend Writing Warriors: 03/31/13 Betrothal: “Vengeance”

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Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors again. I’m so enjoying seeing my old friends and finding new authors. Hope you all have a great hop!

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Today you get more from Betrothal, my medieval romance set in the 14th century.   In this snippet, a continuation of yesterday’s Sweet Saturday Sample, Alyse and Geoffrey have stormed off after their quarrel.  Geoffrey is heading back to the source of the trouble.

By the time Geoffrey returned to the reception room, Thomas had moved closer to the door in anticipation of the king’s customary afternoon ride. His entrance drew no one’s attention as the courtiers were milling about, waiting for the king to rise. He took the opportunity of the unguarded moment to seize his friend’s tunic and shove him out the chamber door.

“Geoffrey! Have you lost your senses? What are you doing?” Thomas grasped his arms, tried to break his hold, but to no avail.

Geoffrey bore him into the corridor and threw him unceremoniously into the far wall.

If you want more, please come back next week! 🙂  Right now, you can click here to hop on to more Writing Warrior posts!  And thanks for coming by!

 

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Sweet Saturday: 03/30/13 Betrothal ~ “Wounded”

Welcome back to Sweet Saturday Sample!  All excerpts here are rated PG-13 or milder.

I’m continuing with a sample from my medieval WIP, Time Enough to Love:  Book 1 ~ Betrothal. Waiting for the edits. But the good news?  I’m almost finished with the revision to Book 2 ~ Betrayal!  Yeah!

Disclaimer:  This work is still going through the editing process, so please forgive any flaws.  

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This series is set in England and France in 1348.  Part 1, Betrothal, takes place at the court of King Edward III.

This excerpt comes just after last Sunday’s 8 sentences (If you’d like to read them, they are here.)  Alyse and Geoffrey are in the middle of their first fight.  Alyse is so angry that he did not trust her, she has relinquished the choice of the Knight of the Round Table back to him.

Robert_Anning_Bell_-_La_belle_dame_sans_merciIf he could have sunk through the stones of the castle floor he would have done so gratefully. He could feel the tremendous hurt he had caused her, even though she tried to keep it tightly wound within her. But her face! She did not scowl or frown, but the set of her mouth—lips drawn into a tight, straight line—spoke eloquently of the pain he had inflicted. He could scarce meet the wounded look in her eyes.

And there was no way to make it right. He knew nothing he could say now to reassure her of his trust or to induce her to tell him her choice. Silently, he cursed Thomas, though the fault lay not solely with him. His friend had only planted the seed; Geoffrey had reaped what he had sown.

“May I go now, my lord? The princess awaits me.” The clipped words stabbed like a knife in his heart, and he knew all the patient, clever work he had done to win her trust these last days lay in ruins. He nodded, too miserable to speak, and watched as she turned on her small, slippered heel and stalked down the corridor. The door slammed with a hollow boom as she left the castle. He clenched his fist and with a muttered curse strode away in the opposite direction, back to the king’s chamber.

I hope you enjoyed this latest sample from  Betrothal.   And be sure to click here to visit more Sweet Samples.

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D is For Duel

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Today I’m talking about one of my favorite subjects:  dueling.  I managed to put a duel into my Georgian romance novel, Only Scandal Will Do, and I so enjoyed that research that I’m happy to share it with you. 🙂

Dueling grew out of a form of single combat where two warring factions sent out their best fighter to settle the matter.  But according to “Man Knowledge:  An Affair of Honor–The Duel,” dueling, as we think of it now, became popular because the kings of France and Spain challenged each other to a duel during the early Renaissance period.  Well, it never quite came to fighting, still, the idea of settling matters of honor this way became the rage in Europe.

Until the late 18th century, dueling was primarily accomplished with swords. And there were substantial sets of rules for dueling that evolved into a written document called the797px-Yevgeny_Onegin_by_Repin Code Duello. The first of these “codes” was written in Ireland in 1777 and was used as the “official” handbook for dueling.  It set out all the rules and regulations (26 in all) for a duel to be performed in an honorable manner.

These rules ranged from specifying the way in which the challenge is to be given, “When you believe yourself aggrieved, be silent on the subject, speak to no one about the matter, and see your friend (second), who is to act for you, as soon as possible;” to spelling out the dimensions of the field of honor, “The usual distance is from ten to twenty paces, as may be agreed on; and the seconds in measuring the ground, usually step three feet;” and when the duel is satisfied, “If swords are used, the parties engage until one is well-bloodied, disabled or disarmed; or until, after receiving a wound, and blood being drawn, the aggressor begs pardon.”

800px-FrzDuellImBoisDeBoulogneDurand1874It was the responsibility of the “second” (usually a friend who stands with the duelist) to attempt a reconciliation between the two parties before the duel.  The primary second was also charged with checking the swords for equal balance, sharp blade, and equal length.  In the case of a duel with pistols, the seconds would prepare and load the pistols for the duel and pace off the distance of the field. In some instances, the seconds also agreed to fight along side the primary combatants.  Traditionally, a duelist could have up to three

Matched Dueling Pistols

Matched Dueling Pistols

seconds to help with the event.

The “Man Knowledge” article also states the primary rule of dueling:  “The first rule of dueling was that a challenge to duel between two gentlemen could not be refused without the loss of face and honor.”  As honor was paramount in previous centuries, duels were fought at an alarming rate. During a 10-year period, it is estimated that 10,000 men lost their lives in duels in France alone.

A challenge had to be accepted and acted upon within 48 hours of the insult.  The Code also specified the different kinds of insults, how severe they were, and how a duel should be fought based on the type of insult rendered. Depending on the offense, duels could be fought to first blood only.  But the more egregious the dishonor, the greater the possibility of  a fight to the death.  In his article “How Duels Work,” Ed Grabianowski states that the Code Duello frowned on the fight to the death, because “the ultimate goal is about recovering honor, not killing.”  I suspect sometimes the duelists got so carried away, they kept fighting until one was mortally wounded.

Étienne_Prosper_Berne-Bellecour_-_On_the_dueling_groundDuels were usually fought, as I mentioned earlier, with swords and pistols.  However, a wide variety of weapons have been used in duels, including billiard balls, sabers, and blunderbusses. According to The British Newspaper Archive,  the blunderbuss incident was a duel held in France in gas balloons.  The combatants rose in the air and began firing at each other’s balloon.  One volley hit the others’ balloon and it plummeted back to earth, killing the duelist and his second.

Dueling waned in the mid-to-late 19th century. Stricter anti-dueling laws were enacted; the American Civil War and England’s War with France made young men think twice about engaging in swordplay or pistols on the field of honor.  People were  busy trying to rebuild their lives that they had little time for such meetings.  They turned instead to the law courts to settle disputes.  And the pen became mightier than the sword.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my ramblings about one of my favorite topics to research.  I’d love a comment with your thoughts on duels–are they romantic or not?

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Horny Hump Day 03/27/13: Hog Wild “The Chill of the Blade” #HornyHDay

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

Time for more March Motorcycle Madness!

Time to go Hog Wild!

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When Lula Wolfendale’s motorcycle breaks down on her way to a Harley rally, she detours into tiny Shoshone, CA to find a new ride.  Seducing bikers Beau and Rob Hogue and commandeering their Harleys is easy; finding sexual satisfaction is a “hog” of a different color.  A Blue Phantom, to be exact, owned by the pair’s older brother, Jesse.  After brief, unsatisfying encounters with the first two Hogues, Lula approaches Jesse with a proposition:  a sexual contest for his Phantom, where Lula will emerge with either a bike to die for or the climax of her dreams.  Or can she possibly obtain both?

My three hot sentences for today are again from Lula’s encounter with the eldest Hogue brother, Jesse.  He’s just pulled out a pocket knife in order to “help” get Lula undressed.

800px-Pocket-knifeHe poked the tip under the edge of her tube top, the chill of the blade against her skin raising goose bumps.  She held her breath as the knife snicked forward, parting the fabric with a soft ripping sound.  The blade hit the floor and he urged his tongue to continue its journey across her breasts, licking the nipples, biting, sucking. 

 The site also gives the details of how to sign up for next week if you’d like to play with us. 🙂  Please check out the Horny Hump Day blog site for the other sites on the hop and go visit the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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The Envelope Please!

Rites of Spring blog hop

The results are in from the  Rites of Spring Blog Hop!

1st Place: Kindle Fire

 Entry #4 – Karl

 2nd Place: $50 Amazon gift certificate

Entry #187 – Chum B.

And the winner of a signed copy of Only Scandal Will Do is

Celina K

Congratulations to all winners and thank you for joining the hop!

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