annaClaiming the Courtesan
Ha! I bet that got your attention.

Well, maybe not, as you’re not getting the full glory of me sitting here in a torn t-shirt and faded madras shorts on a very sweaty morning. My hair is already forming lank hanks. Ugh! Aren’t you glad video email is in its infancy? If you’re not, YOU SHOULD BE!

Firstly, thank you, Sybil, for inviting me to blog. I’m really looking forward to a lively discussion! I admire the way you girls don’t pull your punches.

There were questions a while ago on this site about whether my heroine was a real prostitute or not. Even though the book was called Claiming the Courtesan. Apparently too many people had seen virginal widows in romance novels and suspected I might be touting a chaste courtesan as a variation on a theme.

Mind you, a chaste courtesan story has possibilities…
Claiming the Courtesan
The idea for Claiming the Courtesan came to me as I thought about the lot of most women in early 19th-century Britain (or anywhere, really).

Career and educational opportunities were extremely limited and if you were poor and without the support of friends and family, life could be dangerous, insecure and unpleasant, at the very least.

My heroine, Verity Ashton, loses her parents when she’s fifteen and is left with a much younger brother and sister to support. She takes a place as a maid at the local manor but unfortunately for her long-term prospects, she’s beautiful enough to stop traffic (bet her hair doesn’t go nutty in humidity!) and she’s fair game for the son of the house.

All this is backstory and only emerges as the book progresses, but bear with me. Verity is forced into a position where selling herself is her only choice. That’s a common story – the streets of Victorian cities thronged with prostitutes who’d once been servants and had lost their reputation and therefore any chance of finding respectable work. But Verity triumphs over her circumstances. She’s brave and smart and resourceful and raises herself up to become Soraya, the most sought-after courtesan in late Regency London. There she catches the attention of the Duke of Kylemore and you have the basis of Claiming the Courtesan.

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So why would I have been a courtesan?

Faced with Verity’s choices, I don’t think I would have had any alternative. And at least a courtesan had some control over her affairs. I like to believe I’d have managed that. Being beautiful enough to stop traffic, however, might be a bit more of a stretch…

Where’s that shampoo?