Meet My Character Blog Tour--with a couple who’s Fit to Be Tied.

First of all thank you to brilliantly talented, Shehanne Moore, author of smexy historical romance for inviting me along on this blog tour. Shehanne’s books are riveting, with very kick-ass heroines and I can’t wait to read her upcoming novel from Soul Mate Publishing, The Viking and The Courtesan. Malice....um, not sure her last name as she’s had so many, sounds an interesting gal, with an even more interesting business.

Check out her eye-popping card....

....and the rest of her interview here: Meet Malice.

Now for my character interview, as Casey and Lucas from Steam Bunny are busy and I sure as heck don’t want to disturb them with all they have going on, I thought I’d have Astrid Bitten pop by for tea since she’s the heroine of the next Little Miss Kick-Ass novella, Fit To be Tied.

But is that who’s sitting across from me in my Imagination Lounge?

Nope, it’s Mr. Mysterious himself...Race Lindstrom.

Worried? So am I. I didn't give him an invitation.

Just goes to show you how cooperative characters are. 

Yet here he is in his crisp, dark suit, tie undone, blond hair swept back and staring at me like he means business. Which undoubtedly he does.
  

What do you offer a man who has everything? As the wealthy producer for an L.A based animation company, Race prefers coffee to tea, his cars fast, his women faster and his deals won. At all costs.

I push aside the pot of herbal tea on the table and decide against the mini-cheese cake squares I’d prepared for Astrid.

“Can I get you something, Race?” I ask.

“Yes.” His voice is warm and deep, with the barest hint of a Scandinavian accent.

“Evian?" I press. "Some Swedish berries...?

“Astrid.”

“Ahhh...” I lean back in my chair, enjoying the tense line of his strong jaw and the shadow of stubble growing there. “Having a bit of trouble with her are you?”

“She won’t answer my calls.”

“Really? I can't imagine why.” But after how things ended in Steam Bunny, it's really no wonder.

“She sends back all my gifts unopened.”

“You did lie to her. You know how she feels about lying. Her heart's been broken too many times.”

He crosses his arms over his magnificent chest.“I never lied. I told her the truth in the end.”

“Only after she tied you up.”

His blue-grey eyes narrow at me without a hint of amusement. “You made her do that.”

“Oh, come on now. You were the one who wanted her to dress up as Wonder Woman. You can’t give a girl a ‘Lasso of Truth’ and not expect her to use it.”

He glowers at me, but I can see right through the disguise he wears.

“Know what? I think you enjoyed it. That’s why you want her back. She’s the only girl who’s really made your blood race since Charity.”

His face creases at the sound of her name. His gaze becomes guarded, but not before I catch the flicker of pain. “We’re not going to talk about her.”

“No? I wish you would talk to someone about her. Do you think she’d want you to live alone forever? ”

“I don’t deserve to be happy. Not after what happened.”

I can’t help rolling my eyes at his moody pity-me drama. “What happened to Charity wasn't your fault. But Astrid deserves to be more than just another plaything, so if you really do want her, you’re going to have to prove she can trust you.”

“I know.” His teeth flash white against his tanned skin.

“That’s a very wicked smile, Mr. Lindstrom,” I say, once I can find my voice. The man is killer-handsome and knows it.

“Give me a weekend somewhere remote with some interesting play toys and I’ll have her begging me to keep her."

I look at him with a raised brow, hoping he sees my skeptical expression, but his mind seems fixed on envisioning his seductive plans. “Are you sure it won’t end up the other way round? With you doing the begging?”

His expression turns arrogant, his posture tight. His pent up energy reaches toward me across the table. “Is that a dare?”

“Race,” I say, laughing as I do my best to ignore the intoxicating scent of his Dakar cologne. “I think you’re in for an interesting weekend. Astrid's not afraid to kick a little ass.” (or a big one for that matter.)

"I'm counting on it." His smile widens into a wide toothed grin as he slowly fades away like a Cheshire cat. Over the back of his empty chair,  I can see Astrid's wide eyed expression peeping in the window. Spying? Seriously?

The pair of them are most definitely Fit To Be Tied. You can read Astrid and Race's battle-of-wills story in December 2014.

Thanks for stopping by today, but please don’t forget to click on over and read what the other ladies on this blog tour are chatting about with their characters. Jane Hunt, Incy Black, Elyzabeth M. Valey and Mishka Jenkins

And for the next leg of the blog tour I nominate...Sutton Fox :)

xx

~Felicity~  

Bunny Hopping With Excitement

This has been a VERY exciting week for me.

Steam Bunny is now out and hopping it's way around the digital universe. Yay!

Check out this wonderful review by fantastic and talented Jane Hunt:

Release Day: Steam Bunny – Felicity Kates. Spotlight and 4* Review

There is nothing like seeing a book come to fruition. The years of hard work, the sacrifice, but more so the joy of sharing a story with the world, if only because FINALLY the characters that have been nattering in my head now can natter in other peoples heads and come alive :)

You can find Steam Bunny here:

Amazon  Kobo  Nook  iBooks Page Foundry 

Thanks for stopping by today and sharing in my excitement!

xx
~Felicity~

Holy Sh*t, Batman!

Naughty, naughty Kate.
I haven't blogged since Christmas. And it's June.
*cough*
There are many reasons for my silence. The main one being this has so far been one of those years when everything I've worked for in the last, let's say, lifetime has come together finally.

All. At. The. Same. Freakin'. Time.

Work life, private life, writing life--boom! Holy Sh*t, Batman!
The timing couldn't have been worse, but when chance holds out it's hand saying take it or leave it, I'll take it thank you very much. Though I've struggled to keep from getting sucked under by the ensuing chaos that change always brings, it's been a good growing experience, and I'm grateful for it.

So...to bring things up to speed in my writing journey, remember that little novella that I finished at Christmas? It's coming out in e-book THIS AUGUST. *squee*

Here's my pretty, pretty cover...

And here's the blurb:

Business is all about pleasure for Casey Jackson. Helping Lucas Haskell promote his graphic novel, Steam Bunny, is an erotic dream job. Until he gives her the ultimate ultimatum--commit or leave. She doesn't want his ring or the complications of marriage. But with a boss who knows what he wants and exactly how to get it, playing dress-up has never been so risky…or so much fun.

It's a battle of wills, which you'll get to read two short months from now when Steam Bunny makes it's very steamy and erotic début. A very exciting day for me as it's also my authorial début. *gulp*

To celebrate, I'm hosting some contests and give-aways, the first of which is happening late June, where 1 lucky winner will receive a signed copy of this limited edition art print I painted of Lucas, my sexy artist-hero from Steam Bunny.

To enter, all you need to do is like my Facebook page and spread the word by sharing the event with your friends. Winner will be chosen from a random draw of all the entries.

I have a copy framed on my wall at work. And let me just say, it's really nice to look up and see Lucas staring at me like he's Superman all hot and ready for Lois Lane, especially while I'm on the phone patiently listening to an irate person vent their displeasure. Kinda makes everything else fade into the zone of not caring, you know?

I hope whoever wins him, will enjoy him too.

Good luck with the draw, and thanks for stopping by today.

xx
~Felicity~

Thank you!

There's a squirrel outside my window, grooming himself on a tree, wondering where the branch he used to live on has gone and what he's supposed to do now. He's been out there for a few hours now, just sitting, trying to figure out where to live now that  the ice storm has destroyed his home.

We're pretty lucky the whole tree didn't go down. It's an old one and weathered many storms, but there's always the chance that this might've been the one to take it down.

But that's how life rolls, right?

We live our life like all is good until we hit that point when everything changes, then we walk a different path and keep on going forward until we can't go forward anymore.

Except sometimes we get stuck when really bad things happen and we sit there like the little squirrel wondering what to do, what to do, what to do and it takes a bit of a prod, and sometimes a hefty push, to get us moving forward again.

The point of the story is, that I've been like the little squirrel for a while now. Sitting on a branch and not really moving forward, because life is damn hard.  It really is. And it drags me down.

About six weeks ago, I had a casual conversation with a good friend, who said, "You know, you're doing fine. You're doing really good. And what you're writing is great, but it's dragging on too long. You need a break. Do something short and different, and this--this I KNOW you can do. A thousand words a day and in a month you'll have a short story."

I thought about it. About all the excuses I use to hold me back and about how good it would feel to have something DONE. Finally. Something I could hold up in my hands and say, despite the odds, I did it. And the odds really are high, people. There's just so much that gets in the way of the process from idea--first word--and the end.

So the choice was mine. Sit there like the little squirrel on the branch or go outside my safe zone and explore the tree to see what other homes it had to offer.

I probably couldn't have picked a worse time to take on that kind of challenge. My beloved kitty, my little writing buddy, had just passed. A workplace strike was about to begin, and physically I was exhausted as my MS symptoms decided to flare up, making even carrying a plate to the kitchen sink a problem.

But maybe that's why I did it. Because no matter how crazy life gets, you should never just sit on the branch when there's a whole tree waiting for you to explore. You should always take that chance to learn what you're made of.

So I did it. Not a thousand words a day like the plan. Sometimes only a hundred, but then on others, when my mind was clear and my fingers not so numb,  three thousand or so words blessed me from the great bucket of inspiration in the sky. And six weeks after I began this little challenge, I now have a shiny new story I can hold in my hands and be proud of.

Against the odds, I did it.

And yeah, it feels really, really awesome. Like I've hit the ball out of the park and ran a home run. There isn't any cheering crowd, but that's not what I'm in this for.

I love writing. I love living.

Thank you, Maya Blake for showing me there's a whole tree to explore and for all your words of wisdom. You've made a difference in my world.

And thank you Sutton Fox, for walking with me on this six week journey, holding my hand when the doubt monster scratched at my door, and never letting me give up.

And to Autumn Piper, KJ Roberts and all my writing pals...thank you. It's been a long journey for me, but with your help and encouragement, I got there in the end.

And to you, the person reading this blog right now, thank you for taking an interest in my small corner of the world.

Your support means everything to me.

Thank you!

xo

~Felicity Kates; author of fun, flirty, fantasies~
~Kate Reedwood: Steampunk novels for adventurous girls~

Dundurn Castle--A Victorian Experience. Part 2: The downstairs

Descending a narrow back staircase revealed a stark contrast between the upstairs and downstairs worlds of Dundurn Castle.

Gone was the light and airy, ornamental atmosphere of richness and grandeur. In its stead were rough stone floors, whitewashed brick walls, and halls filled with darkness, breached by the occasional light from an ensconced candle or two. But for all it's utilitarian appearance, there was a warmth downstairs I had not perceived in the rooms above. An affability perhaps brought about by the nature and purpose of the people who had worked and lived in these rooms.

Caring for a noble household is by no means a small task. Certainly such servitude was, and still is, filled with endless days of bone aching weariness and toil. Yet I doubt very much that the people working in Dundurn Castle would have considered it an unfair chore to be assigned such duties while the MacNab family reaped the benefits from their hard work. There was a sense of pride in a job well done, not to mention a sense of security brought by a hot meal and a warm bed at the end of the day.

Being hired by a wealthy house was a good position during a time when everyone worked hard to scrape a living from dawn until dusk. The employ of a person such as Sir Allan MacNab also brought with it a certain amount of social esteem, especially when said employer was keen enough to consider comforts such as building windows in the outside facing rooms of the basement, providing an abundance of light in what would otherwise have been endless gloom.

Basement staircase.
Used only by servants, the division of social classes reigned supreme in 1835. Servants went upstairs to clean and do their chores never to socialize with the MacNab family. Lady MacNab directed the butler (Wellington--is there a more fitting name for a butler?) and the cook (Old Anne--not Mrs. Patmore, unfortunately, though much of the castle downstairs did remind me of Downton Abbey) who in turn directed the lesser staff.
 

Without electricity, lighting was a problem throughout the house, especially downstairs where the rooms were dark and the floors uneven. Each window in this house was imported from England by boat, an expensive journey for glass to make. Yet MacNab allotted one, sometimes three or four windows to be built in the basement walls, providing an abundance of sunshine to reach the servants below, assisting them with their tasks and cutting costs on candles, oil and eventually gas lamps.



The cook's bedroom.
No windows here as you can see, and probably quite cozy because of it as windows were single paned and though they let in light, they also let in winter drafts. Bed, cupboard, pretty paper on the walls, a small mirror for dressing; functional simplicity with a personal touch of pictures and framed photos.

Small washstand in the cook's bedroom.

The dairy room.
That's a round of cheese under the netting (to keep insects at bay)on the table and eggs in their holder.
Milk was gathered from the estate cows and churned into butter. Just imagine the taste of that fresh butter
on fresh baked bread, still warm from the oven...YUM! This room is clean and efficient, just like all of Dundurn Castle. No refrigerators, but perishables were kept in a lead lined chest and this whole room was kept cool by it's proximity to...The Ice Pit.

This is The Ice Pit.
What is an ice pit, you ask? It's a remarkable natural refrigeration system, which allowed Dundurn Castle to enjoy the benefits of icecold goodness all year round. I know, from having gone cave exploring a time or two, that water can stay frozen underground when surrounded by rock and out of the light, even in the high heat of summer. The same goes for this deep pit, chiselled into the stone. Blocks of ice were cut on the bay during winter and hauled back to the estate, where they were lowered into the pit (I'm guessing that window at the top would have served as a chute) and packed with straw to keep it insulated. It must have been an interesting job to cut off a chunk when needed for use in the dairy or other rooms. But what a luxury--ice even in the hot, humid summer. Impressive to serve cold drinks to guests, not to mention chilled deserts. Ice cream anyone?

The brewery.
What grand house can possibly exist without it's very own brewery? The beer produced would
have been primarily for the serving staff.




The Kitchen.
All of the beautiful light in this room is coming from the widows. Cheery and clean, it boasted this fireplace for pots and kettles as well as an impressive cast iron stove and oven for baking.

Wash basins in the kitchen.
Scrub brush for cleaning and soap in a basket. Water came down the wooden chute with a hand pump
attached. Dishes were washed in a separate scullery room.

One of the historical cooks left open their recipe book. This room was warm and cheery and smelled
exquisite.

Hells bells.
 These bells in the kitchen were the receiving end of the bell pulls secreted in the upstairs rooms. Each had it's own distinctive ring and signalled when one the household required attention. Like an old fashioned pager system, they no doubt had a habit of going off when a person was most busy with another task and I can well imagine the sighs from the staff followed by a muttered, "What does she want NOW?"



Nom, nom, nom :)
The kitchen is probably the highlight of the downstairs tour in that the Castle cook likes to give out samples of real food to try. By real food, I mean, food prepared from ingredients grown on the estate garden, using heritage seed and heritage recipes. No preservatives or processed shortcuts here. Those tomatoes were still warm from the sun and tasted divine. The kids in the group were allowed to sample shortbread. There was also fresh baked bread and a jam which looked like strawberry but was actually made from tomatoes and tasted wonderful. My son, who hates jam, tied some and loved it! There's something to be said for authentic cooking. Makes me wish I had more time.
 



The laundry.
The laundress was one of the few servants hired on as needed each week and considered a specialist. Most homes would not have their own room set aside for laundry (most homes were single story and four rooms total with a loft accessed by ladder) so having a laundry room was indeed a luxury.

Underclothes.
To see the process of dressing a Victorian lady, please take a looksee at the video on this site as it explains quite well the layering of clothes. But here we see several different types of corsets, as well as a shift. Underclothes were washed regularly but the gowns overtop were generally dusted and pressed as needed, stains removed carefully with a cloth so as not to ruin the fabrics.

Irons.
Hate ironing? These beasts were cast iron and weighed 25lbs or more and had to be heated on the stove. Their different shapes were designed for their different purposes as EVERYTHING had to be pressed, including the little frills and flounces on silk gowns, silk stockings and lace. Starch helped keep the proper shape of cravats and such, but had a tendency to flake if overdone. No ironing boards, instead there was a table, shaped to assist with sleeves. A huge amount of work to keep clothes pristine. Permanent press fabrics are the best thing since sliced bread, which of course they didn't have back in 1835 either.

The Servant's Dining room.
I am ending this tour of Dundurn Castle on my favourite room in the whole house. Here is where the servants sat to break their fast at the beginning of the day, and break their bread at the end of it. Together they would gossip about the comings and goings upstairs, chat about what needed to be done as far as chores, and take much needed rest in each other's company. I can almost hear the murmurs and laughter, the gentle tink of crockery, the scrape of a chair on the wooden floor. There was such a sense of warmth here, in the brightly lit window seats and comfortable cushions. I could easily have stayed here all day, exploring the scents and textures of everything, reliving the mood of the room, and writing.

However, all good tours must come to an end, including this one. There were many more rooms to see both above and below stairs, not to mention the grounds to explore, I have given only a highlight. However, if you are interested in further information about Dundurn Castle (including wonderful colour pictures), life in Canada during the early 19th century and the rise and fall of Sir Allan MacNab, an excellent source book can be found here:

 

Dundurn-Castle. Sir Allan MacNab and his Hamilton Home by Edward Smith

 

and also

 

The Diary of Sophia MacNab (Sir Allan's daughter) written at Dundurn Castle

 

 

Thanks for stopping by!

 

~Kate

 

 

 

 







Dundurn Castle--A Victorian Experience: Part 1 The Upstairs

Dundurn Castle is a historic treasure which can be found in Hamilton, Ontario, about a 40 minute drive west of Toronto on the shore of Lake Ontario. While not a true 'castle' it is certainly a gorgeous example of a Victorian mansion built in the early 18oo's, when Canada was on the cusp of becoming a full fledged country. It's a truly remarkable estate (now a museum), consisting of a full upstairs for the family to reside in as well as downstairs for the servants, an enormous garden, a cock house (for cock fights out of sight of the delicate ladies), vast acres of parkland and a gate house (now a military museum which is also worth checking out and included in the admission to see the Castle)--all built during a time when most colonist's homes were a field stone cottage at best, but more likely a wooden cabin.

For the locals, Dundurn Castle would have been as opulent as you could get, a home built to entertain high-society and visiting nobility, and establish its owner, Sir Allan Napier MacNab as a man of importance, influence and ancestry.

Naturally, I fell in love with it all and took as many pictures as our tour guide would allow without me lagging too far behind the group (unfortunately I was NOT allowed to explore the house by myself *insert frowny face*) I've paired it down to a chosen few favorites. So, without further preamble, here is the upstairs portion of Dundurn Castle:





Front entranceway with colonnade.

Rear of the mansion.

Sir Allan MacNab's study and library.
 I will forever think of this when I imagine a laird's study when reading Scottish historicals. Fantastic tartan curtains from the clan MacNab, the ancestral seat of which was Dundurn on Loch Earn, Perthshire, Scotland. Unfortunately, I could not get close enough to see what selection of texts MacNab had on his bookshelves (darn tour guides and their rules), but I imagine that as he had a lengthy career in parliament, he would have been very learned.

 

Aunt Sophia's bedroom.
I hope the gorgeousness of this bedroom and it's furnishings (the drapery over the bed is beyond beautiful) were a comfort to Sophia as she certainly deserved some peace. At the ripe old age of 24, within a span of a few short weeks she lost her young son Napier, her husband David (Sir Allan MacNab's younger brother) and her infant son, David (named after his father). Deep in her grief, she came to live at Dundurn Castle in her own suite of rooms, to be with her sister, Lady Mary MacNab, wife of Sir Allan. (yes, that's right, the brothers married sisters, so it's a bit confusing) Aunt Sophia took over running the household after Lady Mary became ill and died of tuberculosis, caring for Sir Allan's children in the absence of their mother.

Children's work table in their nursery suite.
 Ladies were taught at home with a governess or tutor whereas boys were
sent away to school. Suitable subjects were music, art and
embroidery, all of which I would have failed at, except perhaps
for art :)

Birdcage on the children's windowsill.




Dining room fit for a king with silver candelabra and a magnificent crystal chandelier,
originally lit by candles, but now electric.

The Drawing Room.
After dinner entertaining happened here before the gentlemen might retire to discuss business and
smoke in MacNab's study. Anyone for a game of whist? How about charades or a song?
Simply gorgeous!



This unfortunate photograph was the best I could do without being allowed to use my flash *insert another frowny face*
and there being no lights in this closet-style room. Can you guess what the wooden box
with the lid is? That's right, it's a toilet. But not just any pit and board. It's a flushing toilet with a cistern. The height of
luxury during Victorian times for the low, low cost of...$250.00. To put that into perspective
$250.00 Canadian dollars in 1835 could buy a whole house (not this house of course, but a regular one.)

One of three pianos we passed during the tour. Music was more than
an accomplishment during Victorian times, it was a way of life.

 

Grand spiraling staircase leading down to the main entryway. Unlike many of the
rooms in the house with large windows to let in light, I found the entryway
quite gloomy with the heavy double doors closed, and therefore difficult to photograph.

Sir MacNab's bed.
His room and it's off suite dressing chamber are the biggest in the house. That bed is really
something, isn't it? Fit for a king.

Sir MacNab's dressing room with a cupboard for his washstand. His butler
served as valet and would lay out his clothes each day, ensuring they were in good
repair.

Lady Mary enjoyed charity work, which unfortunately led to her catching Tuberculosis, an
incurable illness in Victorian times. Medicines, like those above, were mostly tinctures and
powders used for keeping the patient comfortable while nature took it's course, and sometimes they did more harm than good. For more on 19th century remedies, please click here.


 



View of the rear grounds from the Drawing Room looking out onto
Burlington Bay (the blue bits in the distance). The shore of Lake Ontario is craggy here
and it is said the view inspired MacNab to buy the land, reminding him
somewhat of Scotland. True or not, he certainly built a beautiful home for himself and his
family, and a lasting legacy enjoyed by hundreds of visitors, almost 200 years later.
 

 

Next up: Dundurn Castle from downstairs, a different view of Victorian life in Canada.

 

 

Thanks for stopping by!

~Kate



Where's Kate?

Being that I'm on vacation for two weeks I'm busy writing. Yes, really I am. (Ye of little faith. Sheesh!)
But, I'm also taking lots of pictures of my various travels. So you know what that means. That's right, I'm blogging at my other site and posting highlights. First series up: Summer Carnival.

So why not take a wee click break and visit Remember Me Photo Artistry and remember what summertime fun is all about while I nip off and get some more words down. Got a battle between tin soldiers to finish up. Exciting stuff!

~Kate

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