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Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Some Secrets Wear Very Good Tailoring by Camille Elliot

She sits behind the flowers, watching the man she cannot decide whether to trust.

Here’s a brand-new image of this scene from Lady Wynwood’s Spies, Volume 1: Archer, where my heroine, Miss Phoebe Sauber, begins to suspect that the gentleman who intrigues her may be hiding considerably more than she realized.

Mr. Coulton-Jones didn’t see Phoebe because she was sitting behind the enormous flower arrangement, but he had just approached a man who stood against the wall near the fireplace. Mr. Coulton-Jones’s fine, coffee-brown hair had been forced into a fashionable style, and his cravat was elegantly tied, his shirt-points high but not overly so. His jacket was perhaps a couple of years old but not out of style, and it suited his muscular physique admirably.

“Aunt.” Phoebe nodded toward the two men.

“He only just arrived a moment ago,” her aunt replied.

Phoebe wasn’t certain how she ought to feel upon seeing him again. Now that she knew the connection between the symbol she had found on the Heath, her late Uncle Wynwood and Uncle Sol, Mr. Coulton-Jones’s meeting with that strange man took on a more sinister cast.

Was he involved in something to oppose the government or the war? Because if Uncle Sol were investigating something for the Home Office, it possibly involved one of those two. Yet remembering her conversation with him, and her impressions of his personality, she had a hard time believing that possibility. Or was she simply blinded by her attraction to him?

There was a purr in her aunt’s voice as she said, “It’s very interesting that as soon as he entered the room, he chose to speak to that man.”

—from Lady Wynwood’s Spies, Volume 1: Archer


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Saturday, August 22, 2026

The Gentleman Across a Regency Ballroom You Aren't Allowed to Meet

In a contemporary romance, two people can meet almost anywhere. They might strike up a conversation in a coffee shop, at work, or while waiting in line.

A young lady in Regency England had no such freedom. Even if she noticed an interesting gentleman across a ballroom, she could not simply walk over and say hello. Before romance—or even conversation—could begin, someone had to introduce them.

Romantic Regency ballroom waltz scene with couple dancing in period costume, white empire waist gown and gentleman in green brocade waistcoat, candlelit historical setting
A Regency ball (illustrative image)

How Did Regency Ladies Meet Gentlemen?

Imagine you are at a ball in Regency-era London.

The chandeliers are blazing, the musicians are playing something lively, and your slippers are already pinching because you insisted on looking elegant instead of sensible.

Across the room, you notice a gentleman—respectable, pleasant, possibly even interesting. Naturally, you might think to walk over and introduce yourself.

… Except you can’t.

Not because you are shy (although you might be). Not because he is surrounded by others (although he might be). But because in Regency society, unless you have been properly introduced, you are not supposed to speak to him at all.

The Small Matter of Being Allowed to Speak

In Regency society, conversation between unmarried ladies and gentlemen was not freely entered into. It required an introduction by a mutual acquaintance, a hostess, or a Master of Ceremonies.

A gentleman was always presented to the lady (never the reverse), and she (or her chaperone) could decline. Accepting implied willingness to dance or converse. Without the introduction, a gentleman should not address a lady, and a lady most certainly should not encourage him.

It sounds terribly restrictive to us, but introductions served as a social safeguard. Reputation was everything, and introductions acted as a filter—ensuring that one was not speaking to someone entirely unsuitable.

(Or at least, not obviously unsuitable.)

Enter the Gatekeeper

A mutual acquaintance, hostess, or Master of Ceremonies often functioned as a social conductor—guiding interactions and deciding who could safely meet.

Regency era ballroom introduction between gentleman and young lady, chaperone present, candlelit setting with period costumes and formal etiquette
Introducing a gentleman to a young lady (illustrative image)

At public assemblies, the Master of Ceremonies often stepped in, as in Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey, where he introduces Catherine Morland to Henry Tilney so they can dance.

In a private ballroom, the hostess filled that role. Which leads us to this moment from Lissa and the Spy:

Mr. Collingworth came up to her, accompanied by Lady Cliffton, the hostess of the ball. As always, Lady Cliffton’s jewelry—while in good taste—was as flamboyant as the matron. “Miss Gardinier, allow me to introduce Mr. Collingworth.”

Lissa curtseyed, keeping a polite smile on her face, while Mr. Collingworth bowed. In truth, they had been introduced last year, in her first Season, but from the vacant look upon Mr. Collingworth’s face, he had likely forgotten about it.

“Would you do me the honor of a dance, Miss Gardinier?” Mr. Collingworth asked, and Lissa assented.

Re-introductions were actually common and necessary. If a gentleman had forgotten, or the acquaintance wasn’t acknowledged, etiquette dictated they be treated as strangers again.

The Quiet Power of Chaperones

Unmarried ladies, especially those under thirty, were also expected to be accompanied by a chaperone—usually her mother, or a married sister, or an older female relative.

Chaperones did more than sit in chairs and observe—they controlled access. They ensured that conversations remained appropriate, discouraged unwanted attention, and maintained a lady’s sterling reputation ensuring she was never left alone with a gentleman.

What Happens If You Ignore the Rules?

A lady could technically speak without an introduction, but she might be thought “fast” or “forward,” and her marriage prospects would dry up.

Two Regency women in promenade dress leaning together in conversation, suggesting gossip and the importance of reputation in early 1800s society
Two gossiping ladies (Ackermann's Repository of Arts, October 1810)

For men, the consequences were not quite so dire, but even in Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Collins’s self-introduction to Mr. Darcy is instantly recognized as a social blunder.

It wasn’t just about being unpopular—a failed Season was hundreds of pounds down the drain for her parents or guardian (about $100,000 – $140,000). So most young women—particularly those without title, money, or social standing—were careful.

When You Are Not Easily Noticed

This system favored the well-connected, confident, and wealthy. Many debutantes from lesser-connected families languished on the sidelines, lacking someone to engineer introductions.

My heroine, Lissa, is thoughtful, observant, and not inclined to push herself forward. She very properly relies on others to notice and to introduce her.

And if they don’t? Then she remains at the edge of the room, unremembered even by a gentleman she has already met.

She can’t let her discouragement show. She must smile and curtsey as though nothing is amiss, accept the dance, and pretend she has not been forgotten.

Regency lady in an elegant ball gown standing poised yet solitary, reflecting how less-connected debutantes could be overlooked during the social season
A young lady at her debut ball (Ackermann's Repository of Arts, May 1809)

A Small Opening in a Very Ordered World

Yet, for all its restrictions, the system created moments of real possibility.

A single introduction could change everything. A hostess might bring a quiet young lady forward, or a gentleman might ask for a dance (and remember her the next time).

In a world where one could not simply walk up and speak, every sanctioned interaction carried weight. That scarcity, perhaps, is part of the charm. When something as simple as a conversation is not easily obtained, it becomes all the more significant.

And for a heroine like Lissa, even a slightly awkward re-introduction might spark something unexpected.

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Lissa and the Spy

A Regency Romantic Suspense Novella

In her quest for a marriage of convenience, plain and unpopular Lissa finds herself entangled with the enigmatic Lord Jeremy Stoude, who has a secret mission for the Crown. As danger stalks them, they must navigate a labyrinth of society’s expectations and their own insecurities to find love.

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An earlier version of this article originally appeared on my personal blog.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Road Trip and an Excerpt ~ Jean C. Gordon

My husband and I are recently back from a bus tour (my first) to Lancaster County--Amish Country--Pennsylvania. Confession #1: I am generally not an Amish fiction fan. But a group of friends invited us to join them, and the tour included the play JESUS at the Sight and Sound Theater. Confession #2: I've been to lots of high school plays, but I'd never been to a professionally produced play before. Also, the tour was stopping on the way at a Chalk Talk, which sounded intriguing.

The Entryway to the Chalk Talk

Chalk Talk is an old-time storytelling form in which the storyteller illustrates his/her story while telling it. It was fabulous. Our tour guide bought the storyteller's pastels drawing and raffled it off on the way home. One of my friends won the picture.

Next up was dinner at an Amish home, followed by checkin at the Eden Resort, where we stayed overnight. The next morning, we stopped at an Amish Bakery and a quilt shop, where I took several pictures for my daughter and another friend who quilt.


Then, on to the theater. We couldn't take any pictures or videos inside, so you'll have to take my word for it that the scenery props were breathtaking, the acting and singing were exquisite, and the story was wonderful.


Afterwards, we stopped in the gift shop in the theater basement. It was about the size of our local Walmart. Our time in Lancaster ended with dinner at an Amish buffet.

Our Travel Group

Have you ever taken a bus tour? Where?

I had another first on the way home. I hosted my segment of the Small-Town Christmas Wishes Series Release Party in the Sweet Romance Reads Cafe from our tour bus. This is a sweet/inspirational series from Sweet Romance Reads authors Cindy Flores Martinez, Jackie Castle, Kimberly Rose Johnson, Josie Riviera, Pat Simons, and me. Each is a standalone story that can be read by itself. If you haven't read my story and need some enticement to, read the except below.

Small-Town Christmas Wishes

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Welcome to Snowflake, Colorado—a small town where wishes come true! When six old high school friends receive a letter that their fellow friend, Charity Hart, wrote before she passed away, their lives take an unexpected turn. She leaves them each a check for $1,500 and asks them to grant a wish—a secret wish—for someone else by Christmas. It sounds simple but the friends soon discover that it isn’t as easy as it seems! With the clock ticking, will they make it happen in time?

Join Mia, Caro, Nate, Sara, Holly, and Taye on their journey to make a wish come true—and find love along the way.

Excerpt

Caro Price opened the door to the This and That Shop, her mind and heart heavy with her long-time friend Charity’s last request. A request she and five of her high school Bible club friends had just heard about at the Green and Son’s law office. While she had once considered the five others close friends, she’d rarely seen any of them after her first couple of summer breaks from college. A pang of regret pricked her. She’d severed the roots she’d worked so hard to establish as a teen. Things had seemed so simple then. She didn’t know if she’d ever get that feeling of belonging back again.


She scoured the variety store’s displays for the blue and silver tinsel ropes her grandmother was sure they’d have. How on earth could she honor Charity’s request—to secretly make a real difference in someone’s life by Christmas—with the holiday only six weeks away? She hadn’t lived in Snowflake since she’d left for college fifteen years ago. Even with her grandmother’s updates, she didn’t know enough about what was going on here to choose someone to be a secret angel to.



“Mommy,” a red-haired little girl shouted. “Look. It’s our Jesus people. The ones that got lost.”



“Hope, please come over here and try on these boots.” A woman about Caro’s age with slightly darker red hair lifted a pair of pink and white snow boots and motioned the little girl to her.
“But Mommy, you gotta see.” The little girl picked up and waved what looked to Caro to be a ceramic figurine of the Madonna
.


“Careful. Put that down before you break it.” The woman rushed over and took the piece from the girl’s hand.


“Can we get it, Mommy? Daddy said he was going to find our Jesus people … before he got dead.”



While the mother gathered the little girl to her, a tall boy who looked to be in his early teens walked toward them. Something about him was familiar, but she didn’t know any kids that age in Snowflake, or back in Aurora, for that matter.



“Like that was ever going to happen,” he muttered under his breath as he passed by her.



The woman lifted her head and her teary eyes met Caro’s. Caro busied herself rummaging through the pile of garlands on the display. The shop was an eclectic combination of new, gently used—as she suspected the boots the woman held were—and overstock items with some antiques thrown in.


She finally found what her grandmother wanted, but something made her linger. So she turned her attention to a display of holiday socks, remembering how when she was a child, her grandmother had bought each of them a pair of socks for every holiday. Impulsively, she picked up a pair with reindeer for each of them, one in red and the other in black. When was the last time she’d done something impulsive? Certainly not in the ER, where her work was crisis management on the best days and life and death on the worst. Here in Snowflake, away from the hospital, she could breathe again.
The shop bell rang, and Caro looked up to see the woman and two children leaving. She meandered over to the nativity scene. It was beautiful, the figures glazed in vibrant colors.



“Lovely, isn’t it?” The store clerk startled her, making Caro glad she hadn’t been holding the figure she’d been reaching for.


“Yes, it is. May I ask where you got it?” The little girl’s words bounced around her head.



“From an estate sale.”



Then it probably wasn’t the actual nativity scene the little girl had been talking about. But one like it.

“It was made by a local artist, now deceased, in the early 1900s, one of several.”



Caro nodded and lifted the tag attached to the creche. $299!



“Are you interested?” the clerk asked.



“No just curious. Thank you.” Curious and looking for an easy out for her friend Charity’s request. But, like the secret angel gifts they’d made in high school, Caro believed any gift she made with Charity’s money—if she chose to keep the money and make a gift—should make a real difference to the recipient. She wasn’t sure giving the little girl the nativity scene fit that bill. Caro had a sad feeling that the little girl’s family might need more practical help to brighten their Christmas. Besides, Charity had left $1,500 each for their gifts. Despite the way the little girl—Hope she’d thought the mother had called her—had tugged on Caro’s heartstrings, she had to think bigger.






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