Writing a Believable Rakehell with Jude Knight
Although heroes in romantic fiction are often described as rakes, in reality, "rakehells" were notorious for very bad behavior as Jude Knight explains today on our sister blog, Dirty, Sexy History. Real rakehells were sexual predators and morally bankrupt, seducing innocents and partying their estates into debt and themselves into early graves. Not at all the befitting a romantic hero! In this special post, Jude walks us through the challenge of writing a rakehell who is both accurate and likable. Without further ado, I am honored to welcome Jude Knight to the blog to introduce us to the Marquis of Aldridge. -JC
As it turned out, his early appearance prompted another book
featuring him, A Baron for Becky, in
which he was, once again, not quite a hero.
The first time he woke, he had no idea how far he’d come, but the moonlight was bright enough to show him half-trellised window openings, and an archway leading down a short flight of steps into a garden. A house loomed a few hundred feet distant, a dark shape against the star-bright sky. But getting up was too much trouble, particularly with a headache that hung inches above him, threatening to split his head if he moved. The cushioned bench on which he lay invited him to shut his eyes and go back to sleep. Time enough to find out where he was in the morning.
As he enters one book after another, he is becoming a more
and more likable character, though certainly not yet benign. You might trust
him now with your virgin daughter, which you would have been wise not to do
when he was in his late teens. But you wouldn’t trust him with your wife.
Aldridge is a secondary character in Holly
and Hopeful Hearts
The rakehell reformed
Writing a believable rakehell
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| My visual reference for the Marquis of Aldridge |
I planned for my Marquis of Aldridge to be a real rake: a
person whose behaviour, despite his social status as the heir to a duke, causes
mothers to warn their daughters about him. On the other hand, I didn't want him
to be a totally unsympathetic character.
He made his first appearance in a two part post I wrote with
Mariana Gabrielle in March last year. And he was a real rakehell.
“It wasn’t our fault. Those women…”
Aldridge shudders. “I can’t have swived more than three or four, surely? We
only had them to ourselves for one evening, after all.”
“I can’t possibly have swived all
of them. Though perhaps half… There were… how many? Fifteen? Surely not.”
“I don’t remember much after the
dancing. They danced beautifully, didn’t they? The rector’s daughters?”
Both men fell into rather a trance
for a few minutes, remembering the plump thighs and comely smiles of the
rector’s twelve lovely, lonely daughters.
Aldridge never did find out how he
came to be naked, alone, and sleeping in the small summerhouse in the garden of
a country cottage. His last memory of the night before, had him twenty miles
away, and—although not dressed—in a comfortable bed, and in company.
The first time he woke, he had no idea how far he’d come, but the moonlight was bright enough to show him half-trellised window openings, and an archway leading down a short flight of steps into a garden. A house loomed a few hundred feet distant, a dark shape against the star-bright sky. But getting up was too much trouble, particularly with a headache that hung inches above him, threatening to split his head if he moved. The cushioned bench on which he lay invited him to shut his eyes and go back to sleep. Time enough to find out where he was in the morning.
A Baron for Becky, Jude Knight
As he enters one book after another, he is becoming a more
and more likable character, though certainly not yet benign. You might trust
him now with your virgin daughter, which you would have been wise not to do
when he was in his late teens. But you wouldn’t trust him with your wife.
He’ll be back in Revealed
in Mist, which is set several months earlier than A Baron for Becky.
Aldridge navigated the shoals of
the marriage market with practiced ease, holding the mothers and their
daughters off, but still not offending them, and carrying out a gentleman’s
role in the ballroom with every evidence of enjoyment.
But his real success, by all
accounts, was with bored widows and wives, where he performed in the bedroom
with equal charm, and perhaps more pleasure. Society was littered with former
lovers of the Merry Marquis, though he had the enviable ability to end an
affair and retain the friendship.
Revealed in Mist, Jude Knight
The beginning of its sequel, Concealed in Shadow, puts him on track for the garden in which he
meets Becky. Eventually, we’ll get to The
Reformer and the Rake, but I have some more tortures to put him through
first. And the torture continues much, much later, in, Never Kiss a Toad, the book I’m cowriting with Mariana Gabrielle
and posting on Wattpad. This shows him as the father of a grown daughter; one
who is found in bed with a rake he himself has tutored.
Aldridge is a secondary character in Holly
and Hopeful Hearts
Here he is in several different books from the Holly and Hopeful Hearts boxed set.
Two gentlemen in formal dress
leaned gracefully against an ornate mantelpiece at one end of the ballroom.
Each wore a simple mask, one black and one white; neither wore a costume. Could
one be Adam? Esther inched her way in that direction. She had not gone very far,
however, when she realized her mistake. There could be no denying Aldridge’s
confident posture and arrogant tilt of head. Is the one next to him Gren? The incorrigible flirt confirmed it
with a wink and a cocky salute. At least he noticed her.
A young lady rather scantily clad
as a Greek goddess, Lady Miranda, she suspected, swooped in front of the
brothers and drew their complete attention. Even at a distance, she could see
them both shift into the role of charming rake, no costume needed.
An Open Heart, Caroline Warfield
Gold
glints danced in the hazel eyes as he added, “But I will not forget I am in my
mother’s house, and you are her guests, never fear. A small flirtation, perhaps?
Just to annoy your sister?”
“Your
mother has been very gracious,” Grace replied kindly. “As to annoying my
sister, I would like nothing better than to set her down a notch or two in her
confidence to always get her way.” She took up her wine glass and watched the
man next to her over the rim, even venturing to cast him a mischievous smile.
“Then
let me raise a glass in salute to the beauty of your eyes and the charming color
that rises under your smooth and silky skin,” he purred, suiting action to
word, and somehow making the act of placing his lips on the rim of the wine
glass seem… Goodness. Had he just swiped his tongue across the rim?
Grace watched the marquis in mild
fascination, having never been on the receiving end of such a seduction, for
lack of a better word.
A Kiss for Charity, Sherry Ewing
Could it be true? James thought
back to ballrooms during the season, where he propped up a pillar watching Lady
Sophia while Aldridge did likewise from across the room, watching… “Charlotte? I
take it your intentions toward my cousin...”
Aldridge smiled, wistfully. “My
damnable reputation. I seek a wife, not a mistress, if that is what you are
delicately not asking. But the lady is not interested, I fear.”
The Bluestocking and the Barbarian, Jude
Knight
The rakehell reformed
I’ve written very little of The Reformer and the Rake; just the first few paragraphs. But they
show Aldridge drowning his sorrows at his rejection by my reformist heroine. Or
burying them, at least.
He could not
sense the presence of Lady Charlotte Winderfield in his room. The idea was
ridiculous.
For a start, the
bluestocking social reformer they called the West Wind would rather die than
enter the bed chamber of any man, let alone the notorious Marquis of Aldridge.
For another, he
was not in a position to sense anything outside of the plump white thighs of
Baroness Thirby, unless it was the expert ministrations of her close friend,
Mrs Meesham.
Lady Thirby's thighs blocked both his ears and his line of sight,
and— in any case–no-one in
the room could hear a thing over the yapping sounds she made as he drove her
closer to her release. And he could not possibly smell the delicate mix of
herbs and flowers that drove him crazy every time he was in Lady Charlotte's
vicinity; not over the musk of Lady Thirby's arousal.
Damn it. The
thought of the chit was putting Aldridge off his own release, despite Mrs
Meesham's best efforts. It was no use pining after her. With his reputation,
her family would not even consider him. And if they could be persuaded, she
couldn't. She had made her opinion perfectly clear.
Above him, Lady
Thirby stiffened and let out the keening wail with which she celebrated her
arrival at that most delicious of destinations. At any moment, she would
collapse bonelessly beside him, and he could maybe bury himself in her or her
friend and forget all about the unattainable Saint Charlotte.
Instead, Lady
Thirby stiffened still further. "What is she doing here?" She scooted
backwards so that she could look him in the eye, still crouched, thank the
stars. He didn't fancy the weight of her sitting on his chest. "It's one
thing to do this with Milly. But you didn't say you were inviting someone
else."
Standing in his
doorway, her lips pressed into a tight line and her face white except for two
spots of high colour on her cheekbones, was the woman of his fondest dreams.
And she didn't look happy to be there.
The cold air on
his damp member told him that Mrs Meesham had likewise abandoned what she'd
been doing to stare at the doorway. "She's never here for a romp,
Margaret. She's one of the Winderfield twins."
Aldridge sighed.
He couldn't imagine what sort of a crisis had brought Saint Charlotte here, but
clearly he was going to have to deal with it.
"My
lady," he said, "if you would be kind enough to wait in the next
room, I'll find a robe and join you."
She pulled her
fascinated gaze from what had been revealed by Mrs Meecham's movement, and
glared at him. "More than a robe. You have to come with me and we have no
time to waste."
"He can't
go out," Mrs Meecham objected. "Aldridge," (when Lady Charlotte
said nothing but just retreated into the next room), "you can't go. You
haven't done me, yet."
Aldridge had
already left the bed, and was pulling on his pantaloons. "I am sorry to
cut our entertainments short. Sadly, the messenger -- who, by the way, neither
of you saw," (he gave them the ducal stare inherited from generations of noble
ancestors), "brings me word of an appointment I cannot miss. My heartiest
regrets. Please, feel free to carry on without me." He bowed with all the
elegance at his command. He could shrug into his waistcoat and coat and pull on
his boots while she told him what the problem was. It was a little late to
worry about appearing in front of her improperly dressed.
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Holly and Hopeful Hearts
A Holiday Collection by The Bluestocking Belles
Regency romance, historical romance, holiday romance
Heat rating: G--PG13
Release date: November 8th, 2016
When the Duchess of Haverford sends out invitations to a Yuletide house party and a New Year’s Eve ball at her country estate, Hollystone Hall, those who respond know that Her Grace intends to raise money for her favorite cause and promote whatever marriages she can. Eight assorted heroes and heroines set out with their pocketbooks firmly clutched and hearts in protective custody. Or are they?
A Holiday Collection by The Bluestocking Belles
Regency romance, historical romance, holiday romance
Heat rating: G--PG13
Release date: November 8th, 2016
When the Duchess of Haverford sends out invitations to a Yuletide house party and a New Year’s Eve ball at her country estate, Hollystone Hall, those who respond know that Her Grace intends to raise money for her favorite cause and promote whatever marriages she can. Eight assorted heroes and heroines set out with their pocketbooks firmly clutched and hearts in protective custody. Or are they?
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About Jude Knight
Jude Knight’s writing goal is to transport readers to
another time, another place, where they can enjoy adventure and romance, thrill
to trials and challenges, uncover secrets and solve mysteries, delight in a
happy ending, and return from their virtual holiday refreshed and ready for
anything.
She writes historical novels, novellas, and short stories,
mostly set in the early 19th Century. Jude has had a career in
commercial writing and publishing and is committed to quality
and to peer review. All of her books are professionally edited and
proofread.
Since publishing Candle’s Christmas Chair in
December 2014, Jude’s name has seldom been off Amazon bestseller lists for one
or more books. She is a member of Romance Writers of New Zealand, and of the
Beau Monde chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Jude has an active blog and website with a monthly average
of 1000 views (and growing) and a newsletter list of 512. She is also a
member of the writers’ co-operative, the Bluestocking Belles, and one of the
two Belle leads on The Teatime Tattler, for which she writes
regularly.
Aldridge... just reading his name makes me "sigh". A lovely piece, Jude and Jessica. I am honored to have your Marquis in my novella, Jude!
ReplyDeleteI can see why! I really enjoyed seeing his development through the excerpts. It's wonderful to see it from Jude's perspective! So interesting!
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