Friday, April 27, 2012

Rupert the Rascal

While introducing you to Dark Persuasion, I've focused a lot on Patrick Rochester. Of course, with the handsome Jimmy Thomas as the visualization of my hero on the cover, it's hard not to focus in that direction.

Dark Persuasion, though, is more than a story about Patrick and Charlotte. Another main character, is Rupert Rochester, Patrick's younger brother of two years.

Today I surfed Dreamstime attempting to find a picture that came close to my visualization of him. I'm not sure this one is exactly how I picture him physically, but his actions are spot on. Now, just add a group of women standing around drooling, and you've got the picture of the flattering rogue that I've created.

Of course, like any other character, there are reasons he acts as he does. Rupert is no different. His childhood has forged him into a man who doesn't care to feel much of anything. His hobbies are to conquer women and make a study of their underskirts, rather than the law classes at Oxford. It makes him feel in control and conceals the wounds of his childhood when he had no control.

His current relationship with Patrick is strained. Rupert holds a deep disappointment in how his brother has evolved in life. Patrick feels the same about him. His brother has a conscience; Rupert has no conscience. He's out to play the game of seduction and conquest. Charlotte Gray is his target, because there's something about seducing a vulnerable woman that's arousing to his debase senses. Yes, he's a sick bastard.

It will be interesting to see how you feel about him as the antagonist of the story. He really can be vulgar. On the other hand, he's a bit endearing, too. You sort of want to scoop him up and give him a hug or maybe just slap him across the face to knock sense into his pretty little head. He will shock you, entice you, and you'll wonder what to do with him.

I had a lot of fun of creating Rupert. There are times as an author I feel like Victor Frankenstein. I steal bits and pieces of personality quirks, physical aspects, and brains. Then I sew them together on the operating table of my imagination. I create a unique character. I make him talk, walk, think, and devise evil plots - just like me.

In the end, I get to make a choice. Does the mob of my readers want to see him killed off or do I redeem him and let him live. No wonder some authors are on the brink of mental illness. We are diabolical creators of living characters and have absolute power over their fate. It's sort of quirky - like Rupert.

Well, whatever I decided to do with Rupert Rochester, you'll just have to read the book to find out. In the meantime, here are a few choice lines from Rupert you might enjoy as he speaks to his brother. Such love.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he pressed for an answer. “We just get back to uncle’s, and the first thing you do is ride into ye ole’ Sherwood Forest.” Rupert shook his head. “Damn, brother, you’re losing it.”
“You son-of-a-bitch! You’re so damnable righteous in your attitude. What a bloody, pretentious, self-absorbed ass you are.”

“Well, that’s a bloody load of drivel!” he spouted. (After signing a letter he pens in closing as "Regretfully Yours").
I'm sure you get the drift. Rupert Rochester is literally a piece of work .

Back to editing!

Fondly,
Vicki



Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Excerpt - Dark Persuasion

With great trepidation, I give to you an excerpt. Patrick meets Charlotte. Of course, it's subject to change and further editing.

My readers wanted a tortured male. I give to you a tortured male. The character of Patrick Rochester is a dear. I loved creating him, and I hope you'll fall for him as I did! That's half the fun of romance novels, isn't it . . . falling in love.

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Patrick strolled into the crowded assembly hall of his uncle’s palatial residence. It appeared as if the entire region had been invited to the gala. The walls were lined with mingling groups of ladies and gentlemen. The sound of violins and cellos filled his ears. Dresses of silk swooshed by him in the arms of men dressed in their finest formal wear. Dance cards twirled from the wrists of women. The atmosphere radiated gaiety among the attendees. Patrick, however, could not revel in the moment. His nauseated stomach over what lay ahead would give him no rest.

He had paid particular attention to his own attire that night, having dressed in black tail coat and trousers, starched white shirt with a winged collar, and a black bow tie. Patrick hated the collar and moved his neck uncomfortably. He felt choked and irritable, but surmised it was merely his nerves that were on edge and not the collar’s intent to torture him. As he glanced nervously in the mirrors that lined the large hall, he laughed over the absurdity of it all. Why had he bothered to look impeccable for a woman who couldn’t see him?

He began to meander aimlessly about the peripheral area, occasionally glancing at the dancing couples in the center. Patrick had purposely arrived rather late. Many guests had already been received and were enjoying the festivities.Rupert hadn’t arrived, and he wondered if his brother would bother to attend. He expected him to do so out of utter curiosity, if nothing else.

Patrick saw his uncle out of the corner of his eye standing at the far end of the hall in a receiving line. His aunt stood to the left alongside another couple he presumed to be Miss Gray’s parents. To the right of his uncle stood the young debutante dressed in a mauve gown and on her right side stood another woman who appeared a few years older.

Miss Gray’s dark hair had been arranged in a coiffure, adorned with a modest tiara. Her stance appeared awkward. Other than the two quick observations, nothing else registered in Patrick’s cluttered mind at that moment. He watched curiously as the remainder of the arriving guests were introduced by his uncle to the debutante and her family. As figures approached her, she appeared to look straight ahead, but it was obvious by her lack of eye movements that she beheld no one.

Patrick noted the collection of flowers. Only a few bouquets were on a nearby table, which pained him deeply. Perhaps it was good that she could not see the missing well wishes from potential beaus. No doubt, most of the gifts were from family and friends.

Dazed by the sight of the young woman, he quickly turned away to catch his train of thought. After struggling to suppress his intense emotions, he turned and caught the eye of his uncle. He shot a commanding look his way to present himself posthaste.

Patrick, miserably ashamed,kept his gaze away from the receiving line while approaching. His eyes darted in various directions, except to where Charlotte Gray stood. His feet slowly dragged toward her as if weights were tied to his limbs.

Patrick’s conscience pricked and begged him to run the other way. He nearly halted, but proceeded with caution. The unfathomable moment of meeting his victim would soon be upon his tortured soul. How could he ever look into her eyes after what he had done to alter her life?

“Patrick, you’ve finally arrived. I was wondering if you were going to come or not,” his uncle said. He sounded pleasant, but looked displeased.

“I apologize for my delay,” he offered in a dismal voice, averting his eyes.

“Miss Gray, I’d like to introduce you to my nephew, Patrick Rochester. He’s visiting for the next few months.”

Patrick slowly shifted his gaze upon Charlotte’s face.What he dreaded arrived in a mixture of anguish and pleasure at one brutal moment. There she stood—innocent as an angel and blind as a bat.

Instantly, he found himself awe struck by the beauty of her delicate features. She appeared like a fine portrait that had been painted by a great master. Her complexion radiated perfection in tone and color. Yet, it was her eyes that he found to be the most impressive of her features, with dark arching brows and thick, long lashes that fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.

Wretchedness strangled Patrick’s throat when he looked straight into her chestnut-colored orbs. They were empty and void of expression. His uncle had been correct. The window to her soul had been closed. His deed reeked of brutality, and the taste of bitter remorse filled his mouth

When his uncle made the introduction, her head tilted in his direction as if she knew where he stood. Patrick felt the room beneath his feet shift like quicksand. Her uncanny exquisiteness and warm spirit captured his heart with such ferocity he froze like a statue. He couldn't breathe while she waited for him to acknowledge his uncle’s introduction with a simple statement of greeting.

She reached out her hand. He hesitated. Then with the greatest of care, he touched her as if she were a porcelain doll. Tenderly, his white, gloved hand grasped it. He felt the coolness of her fingers through the fabric, which betrayed her nervous demeanor. A slight tremor confirmed his suspicions. He quickly kissed her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Rochester,” she spoke softly, breaking the silence between them.

Without a second thought,he bowed, forgetting that she was unable to see his action. His uncle grinned over his fool-hearty animation.

He noted the small debutante bouquet in her left hand consisting of pink, baby carnations, and a dance card tied to her right wrist.

“Would you allow me the honor, Miss Gray, of dancing with you this evening?”

She smiled and tilted her head in the direction of his voice. A faint smile parted her ruby lips.

“Of course,” she said,holding out her dance card that dangled from a white ribbon. “Would you be so kind as to include your name? I have a few gentlemen who have decided to brave the dance floor with me.”

Patrick took the small pencil and noted only two others had dared to sign. Where was the heroism of the men in the room? Did they think she deserved to be a wallflower because of her disability? He felt irritated over the lack of response to her many introductions. Patrick quickly jotted his name on the empty slot choosing a waltz by Strauss that would begin within the hour.

“I’m sure that you waltz divinely, Miss Gray, and I look forward to our dance together. When the music strikes the waltz I’ve chosen, I shall return to obtain your hand.”

Her lips moved as if she were about to speak again, but Patrick could no longer tolerate the moment. He turned and briskly retreated. No doubt, he shocked everyone with his abrupt departure.

The introduction had been more painful than he anticipated. Charlotte Gray exemplified the most impressive of female creatures, and he had destroyed her life.

What purgatory has God given me? he moaned with inner anguish. It’s more than I can bear.

Patrick grabbed a glass of champagne to soothe his nerves. Swiftly, he took a drink and then turned around to look in the direction of Charlotte Gray from across the room.

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Copyright Vicki Hopkins 2012

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That's it dear friends! No more for you until publication, unless I throw out a few quotes here and there.

Vicki

Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Language of Congenial Intercourse

Sorry to disappoint you, but this post is not about sex. It's about congenial intercourse, which we could also term as the art of conversation. Let’s face it, our abrupt language today leaves much to be desired when compared to the Victorian era filled with manners and polite communication.

My style of writing in the past has been somewhat remiss of the way people spoke in the late 19th century. This time, I’m trying to make it more true to form. I will admit, it’s been a challenge. I don’t want my text to read like an Elizabeth Gaskell novel, who by the way had some hefty run-on sentences. Take this one for instance: 

The chill, shivery October morning came; not the October morning of the country, with soft, silvery mists, clearing off before the sunbeams that bring out all the gorgeous beauty of colouring, but the October morning of Milton, whose silver mists were heavy fogs, and where the sun could only show long dusky streets when he did break through a shine. (I’m out of breath.)
I am, however, trying to make my dialogue more true to life, as well as inner thoughts. Let’s face it, the English knew how to speak romantically. I shan’t bore you, however, with too many idioms. I have delightfully discovered, though, that watching Netflix and the huge collection of English movies, is a keen way of gleaning some particularly divine phrases:
  • How delightful
  • So lovely
  • Not directly
  • How kind of you to call
  • Pay my respects 
  • And the sugar-coated niceties go on and on. 
Then on the other hand, how did people talk crass in the 19th century? Well, there are great websites to glean slang and curse words. 
  • Frigging (the akin to that F word we use this day)
  • Bloody (the typical English curse)
  • Dolly-mop (a nice term for a prostitute)
  • Tail (another street term for a whore)
In any event, be forewarned of the sweet-talk that may come your way wile reading Dark Persuasion. Of course, when it comes to the bedroom scenes and speaking of the other definition of intercourse, things could get a little vulgar, as well as smoldering—depending on who is delivering the words. I'm becoming a bit more braver under the covers, if you get my drift.

The slow and tedious process of editing continues. I’m finding it torturous this time, rather than enjoyable. Perhaps it’s because I’m dying to release the book and this is cramping my plans! Nevertheless, one must pursue the correct course of action in order to release a stellar novel. 

Cordially yours, 
Vicki 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Final Cover Design - Breathtaking!

Robin Ludwig has finished my cover. I'm so grateful for the beautiful job she did putting this together for me.

If you're wondering how it came about, I can tell you it's a composite of three different photos. Jimmy Thomas and his beautiful model were purchased with a different background. The background of the trees (which alone will be the back cover of the print book), was a separate purchase from Dreamstime. The banner and floral swirls came from Dreamstime, too.

I'm extremely happy Jimmy Thomas noticed and liked the cover. He's favorably commented on the design on both Facebook and his Romance Novel Covers website. Frankly, I think he deserves the best in final cover art and this proves it. He has a wonderful portfolio of photos to use in a variety of genres. Some are a bit erotic for my writing and visuals, but they're nice to drool over nonetheless.

I'm more than happy to recommend Robin Ludwig to other authors. If you have an idea of what you want, she has the creativity that we, as authors, sometimes lack. I know I've tried my best, but I'm never really satisfied. I'm not a graphic artist, I'm a writer.

Her fees are fair, as far as I'm concerned, and will more than pay for itself in sales just from the cover drawing interest to the book. There are some other wonderful authors I know, too, that are great at making covers and have their own side businesses. I encourage you to check out the gifted people in the industry, some of which are on Facebook.

As an author, it's important to remember that readers are visual people. They want to imagine what your hero and heroine look like. I was hoping to accomplish that with Dark Persuasion, because the characters of Patrick Rochester and Charlotte Gray have become dear to me. This visual has been my continual inspiration.

Thanks for all your comments about the artwork too. I really appreciate it.

Vicki

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Editing - I Said It's the Very, Great 'ing of it All


You know what would be great? Hours on end just to write stories. Nothing else but buckets of words poured onto my computer keys, filled with conflict, romance, love, and for the most part, happy endings. That would be the life for me.

Unfortunately, the part I dislike most about writing is editing. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the rewrites. You know, it's those embellishments to your story that you make to polish it like a shiny new car. You fix those inconsistencies, add a little more umph, and perhaps another chapter or two.

What I dislike, is the tedious and difficult hours upon hours of checking that every word is in the right order, used correctly, hasn't dropped an "r" off of "your" or a "h" off of "his." It's that time you realize you should have gone back to your ophthalmologist last month and had your prescription to your glasses updated.

Then there are those dang words you just can't keep from typing. It's the "very" "great" too many "ing's" and every other word you beat to death on a page. Autocrit is a great program to catch those suckers. When it comes to grammar, I love Grammarly. The English is English, if you get my drift. "Colour" not "color," so you have to watch those types of things. Other than that, it really reminds you how boring grammar classes were in grade school and why you never listened.

To top it off, as you read through your story, you find inconsistencies. In Chapter 13 you tell your readers Patrick doesn't like to smoke, but has a cigar with his uncle. Then in Chapter 31 you tell your readers his favorite pastime is to have a ciggy while taking a morning stroll.

That reminds me, what is with "said"? I keep reading don't overuse it in all the how-to-write dialogue books, and then I picked up a book I purchased a few weeks ago and circled at least eight he/she saids in two pages. Apparently, editors at the big houses really don't care. Then I wonder, why should I? I was once called out in a review for saying so and so "asked" after a question mark. I found that instance too in the big house book. Let's face it authors, we just can't win.

In any event, I'm up to Chapter 14. I have 27 chapters to go. This could take a while, so beta readers be patient. After I do this run through, I'll read it once more and package it up for comments.

As I go through the book, I will admit this is by far my favorite. I've laughed, cried, felt disgust, and swooned along the way. I really hope you like it when it's all said and done and that you like it very, very much.

Cheers,
Vicki


Saturday, April 14, 2012

The Chapters

This weekend I am going to start the heavy editing of Dark Persuasion. Hopefully, I can hunker down and focus without distraction, except for the occasional "I need attention" clawing from my cat.

I tried something a bit different for this book. Underneath each of the chapters there will be a subheading that gives a hint as to content and who is the center of attention for that particular portion of the story. As a teaser, I thought I'd share them with you today. There shouldn't be too many spoilers, except for three chapters I've deemed need to be kept unknown. Sorry, but I've omitted those subtitles to protect the plot. Muwahaha!

In other news, I've turned to Robin Ludwig, my cover designer, in desperation. I just can't seem to decide what I want for this book. The main picture I chose, the background is still under consideration, the text layout and fonts are up for grab. Robin has the eye that I don't, and I trust her to help me through this indecision. She's already done four covers for me, so I might as well go for five. Frankly, I cannot put the cover spine and back on the templates for my printer either and turn it into an acceptable PDF for uploading. Therein lies her expertise, as well.

So, without further adieu, I present you the chapters to Dark Persuasion. Let your imagination run wild and they may be subject to change:
  • Chapter 1 - The Ruffian
  • Chapter 2 - The Butterfly
  • Chapter 3 - The Confessor
  • Chapter 4 - The Debutante
  • Chapter 5 - The Sponsor
  • Chapter 6 - The Protector
  • Chapter 7 - The Scoundrel
  • Chapter 8 - The Suitor
  • Chapter 9 - The Warlock
  • Chapter 10 - The Rivals
  • Chapter 11 - The Victim
  • Chapter 12 - The Rescuer
  • Chapter 13 - The Charming Prince
  • Chapter 14 - The Counselors
  • Chapter 15 - The Mare
  • Chapter 16 - The Insincere Scholar
  • Chapter 17 - The Visionary
  • Chapter 18 - The Repentant Souls
  • Chapter 19 - The Proposer
  • Chapter 20 - The Groom
  • Chapter 21 - The Bride
  • Chapter 22 - The Engaged Couple
  • Chapter 23 - The Apprehensive Pair
  • Chapter 24 - The (Spoiler)
  • Chapter 25 - The Man and Wife
  • Chapter 26 - The Antagonist
  • Chapter 27 - The Honeymooners
  • Chapter 28 - The Virgin
  • Chapter 29 - The Pondering Stroller
  • Chapter 30 - The Fearful Soul
  • Chapter 31 - The Gifted Wife
  • Chapter 32 - The Beguiled
  • Chapter 33 - The Bewitched
  • Chapter 34 - The Graduate
  • Chapter 35 - The Challengers
  • Chapter 36 - The (Spoiler)
  • Chapter 37 - The Plug Ugly Witch
  • Chapter 38 - The Brokenhearted
  • Chapter 39 - The Reconciled
  • Chapter 40 - The Love-Sick Drunk
  • Chapter 41 - The (Spoiler)

I will be uploading pictures to my storyboard on Pinterest that represent the chapters. The first four are up. If you'd like to follow along in the weeks ahead, you can do so at this link: Dark Persuasion Storyboard.

That's it for now! Next on my to-do list, beside editing, is writing the dreaded synopsis. :shudders:

Vicki

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

First Draft Dark Persuasion Completed

“And the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea. What are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Is it possible to fall in love with your characters, even the despicable ones? I don't know what happened to me with this book, but I'm afraid I've fallen in love with Patrick, Charlotte, and Rupert.

When I first started, I wondered after writing three other novels if there was anything left in me to write. I guess the well hasn't dried yet, because this one turned out to be a geyser in disguise.

I started writing the last week in January, and had my first 8,000 words down by February 5th, which was a good start overall. Ten weeks later I've stuff 83,000 words into 42 chapters.

My mind was constantly musing over this storyline. It didn't stop churning but for a couple hours a day. Scenes and lines kept coming like a psychedelic schizophrenic overload. At the beginning, I was writing chapters out of order. Then by mid-book, it came in order one after the other. The only drug I was taking was M&M's, as far as I know. In any event, it's always a release to get to the end of the first draft.

And now? Well, hear me moan. It's a deep guttural moan over what lies ahead. It's called WORK. It's that time when you want to take your draft out to the backyard, shoot it, and bury it in an unmarked grave. The only problem is the muse won't let you. He makes you dig it up, run it through Grammarly, rewrite, clean it, expand it, cut it, baby it, preen it, and change it until your book reads at least like a good read and not a suck read. Then after you're all done, you can go out and have a good cry before you send it off for professional editing.

I know I have beta readers out there ready to pounce, but it will be a good couple of weeks or more before I'm at that stage to let the cat out of the bag and get some opinions about the story. Keep calm. In the meantime, buy your munchies for the longer than usual read ahead, and I'll contact you when I'm ready for opinions.

Right now, I'm tired and heading for the bed. Maybe the pesty muse will award me with a good night's sleep for obeying his "get it done now" prompts.

In any event, I torture myself because I love my readers. But the truth of the matter is, I torture myself, because I find peace in my conflict-generated imaginary worlds that strive for happy endings. (I still need therapy and a good kiss from some handsome man.)

Nightie night!

Vicki

Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Victorian Wedding

I thoroughly enjoyed writing the wedding scene of Patrick and Charlotte. Of course, you know, me. I had to throw in a little conflict on the way to the altar, but you'll be happy to know they were pronounced man and wife.

Everything in the Victorian era seemed to be dictated by proper etiquette. Weddings were no different. There were rules about fashion, the time to wed, and the reception. It was quite an interesting read doing research about the subject. I tried to incorporate as much as I could within my text. Hopefully, I will not get raked over the coals in reviews for errors on my part.

If the bride married in a church, a gown with a long train and a veil of the same length was the style of the era. The veil remained over the bride's face until after the wedding ceremony. I've read conflicting statements regarding kissing at the altar, so I let Patrick have a smooch anyway.

Pure white had not yet become the standard of choice in wedding dresses. Colors varied. The dress pictured in this post is from roughly 1890. I like to visualize it as Charlotte's dress. I love the detailed bodice, the fabric, and the long train (not shown here). Bridesmaids often wore the same color of dress as the bride.

Superstitions abounded. There were rhymes about what day of the week was best to wed, the color of a bride's dress, and, of course, the famous saying: "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a lucky sixpence in your shoe."

After the service, the tossing of rice, grain, or birdseed was used for good luck when it came to fertility. A carriage drawn by four white horses waited for the bride and groom after the service to take them to the reception.

The reception was usually held at the bride's home. In my book, it's held at the Rochester estate. Weddings took place in the morning around 11 o'clock, and the reception consisted of a wedding breakfast.

An area for a receiving line would have been set up for the bride and groom at the reception. Brides were addressed first, unless the guest only knew the groom. In that instance, the groom would introduce the bride. I must laugh when I discovered that the bride was never congratulated, as the honor of marriage was conferred upon her already for agreeing to marry the groom. (Lucky spinster finally finds a husband, I guess.)

Guests enjoyed their breakfast, but there was no entertainment at the reception. Evening receptions, with dancing, only occurred at lavish wedding affairs. I kept the Rochester wedding a morning affair for other reasons.

After the wedding, Charlotte changes into another dress for her honeymoon journey. Only the groom and the best man knew the location, which by tradition was a well-kept secret.

Like other brides, Charlotte could only speculate what lay ahead in her marriage to a man that she barely knew and could not see. If you were in her shoes, how would you feel? It's been an interesting journey writing Charlotte's emotions from the perspective of a blind woman, and also that of the man who has made her his wife.

There are many websites regarding Victorian-era weddings. The link in this post has quite a bit of detail. However, the Victorian era spanned many years, as you know, so traditions changed somewhat as the years progressed. Nevertheless, this site is an interesting read.

I'm heading down the home stretch and should have the first draft done in two weeks. Then the painful part begins--rewrites, edits, and formatting. Hopefully, by the time the end of July arrives, Dark Persuasion will be in your hands or on your Kindle. That's my goal. I truly hope you enjoy the book. I think it is quickly becoming my favorite.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Antagonist

Definition (copied from Answers.com)

  • One who opposes and contends against another; an adversary.
  • The principal character in opposition to the protagonist or hero of a narrative or drama.

  • I confirmed a fact during the penning of Dark Persuasion. I love writing the part of the antagonist. Actually, last evening I worked on a rather heated scene between two brothers and took liberties I've not done before. It may shock you, but how in the world can I get you to react to the antagonist if I don't shock you?
    • He's supposed to be despicable.
    • He's there to irritate you and irritate all the other characters.
    • He's the opposition who wants to ruin the happily ever after.
    • He's the type of guy you'd really like to get rid of.
    He is the antagonizing antagonist. Meet Rupert Rochester.

    Rupert is Patrick's brother, two years younger. When I started the story I had thought of making him a cousin or perhaps a friend. However, as I thought about building their characters and the situations that make each of them who they are, it was obvious to me I only had one choice--brothers possessed by sibling rivalry.

    At first they have a strong bond in their younger years, because they are both trapped in a difficult situation. As they grow into young men, they part taking different paths in life. Those paths change their ways and thinking. As a result, they are opposites of what they were once like as children. Life has changed them. Personalities have been molded. They are no longer compatible. However, the competitive games they once played innocently as children, have turned into a more serious affair.

    Conflict in a story is the spice of a writer. Rupert Rochester is a contemptible scoundrel. Be forewarned. His vernacular in my last chapter may cause you to gasp. I can hear the voices now, Vicki!

    Well, Vicki needs a little fun once in a while. To make a character come alive, you have to make them real. I don't want Rupert in the minds of my readers to be just a bad boy. He has to be a really bad boy to make a lasting impression.

    I used some rather vague physical descriptions of him in the book. Since my cover gives you an idea of Patrick, I thought I would leave Rupert to the imagination. That might be fun. However, I did find an interesting old photograph of a silent movie star who seems to fit the bill for me. I might share it, but then again, I might not. I could just antagonize you and keep it to myself.

    Cheers,
    Vicki

    P.S. I'll get around to the Victorian wedding post next time.

    P.P.S. And if you're on Tumblr, I've started a storyboard with photographs. You might enjoy the visuals as the story progresses.