Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Kristan Higgins' My One and Only

Carrying home booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference last August with Booty!
But this is not a book from RWA National.


This is a book from COFW, 
which is the Central Ohio Fiction Writers where I was over last weekend giving a loooong talk to everybody about POV and a shorter but still, to some, interminable, talk about plotting.

 (I am going to recommend the COFW conference to everyone.  It was great fun and right sized and the workshops looked scrumptious.) 

Anyhow.  This is the second of two books I snagged at COFW.
Did I mention it is signed?


This week you may win Kristan Higgins' My One and Only.

This is Romantic Comedy from New York Times best sellers.  If you haven't tried Kristan Higgins, this is your chance.
From the book: One and only

"I just have to.  It's not a big deal."  I faked a smile and tried to tie the shoulder strap of my dress, but my hands were shaking.  Still couldn't look at him.  It felt as if something big and dark, something that wanted to do me harm, and damned if I wasn't close to tears.
"Harper."

"Nick."

"Look at me."

What could I say?  No?  I obeyed, glancing at him briefly.

"Harper, I love you."  His gypsy eyes were solemn, completely sincere, and that thing in my chest gave a fast, hard, painful twist.


 I love a road trip book. 
"this funny, poignant romance"  Publisher's Weekly

To be eligible to win My One and Only, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 


Use one of the following words from the cover:

One, only, love, marriage, take, novel, Kristan, story, just, thought, life, figured, divorce, attorney, harper, break, catch, bad, enough, wedding, cruel, twist, fate, cross, country, road, trip, sympathetic,back, home, blazing, help.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

Moving Up Hill

As some of you may know, much of the past six months has been devoted to moving out of the old house and into a new one.  I'm one mountain range further west now.

I was not consciously following Horace Greeley's advice, but here I am anyway. 




This to the left is my old office.   

To the right we see my old office after I took it apart and started packing stuff.  I entered a phase of my life when I couldn't find anything.  Those brightly colored little squares are postit notes.  Me, trying to stay organized.

Failing mostly.  


You can see the dog has on her dubious face.  Herding dogs don't like change.  They just know that change is bad for the sheep.

This is my new office, before the books got unpacked and put in place.

That's my desk here.  I've set it up in the back in the corner of the big main room, behind the sofa, not far from the fireplace.  Way across the room, I look out the back windows where the eastern light comes in.

I haven't lit a fire in the fireplace yet, but I've got wood.  A friend brought me a truckload today as a 'housewarming gift'. 

 
Next here, you see me with the books and files put away.  The baskets on top hold envelopes and office supplies.

The top two shelves on the left are my TBR books.  I have rather more than I can ever read, I'm afraid.  They are not merely stacked two deep, they are crammed in till there's no room for a temperance pamphlet.

But the files are moving into the places they fit and it's getting so I can mostly find things.

The rest of my books are over here in this long bookcase that's off to my right as I sit at the desk.

The top two shelves are my Keeper books; the rest is reference materials. I had to thin out quite a bit of both when I moved.  Ouch.

My dog still looks pretty dubious, don't you think?

The cat, on the other hand, has adapted well to the new environment.  She's the color of Appalachian rocks and when she sits still, she's pretty much invisible.


The back porch has a view down mountain.   I look out to the east.  The rising sun is probably a good omen.

Round about that last mountain that you see in the distance is where I moved from.



I'm high enough that I see clouds below me lying over the valley.  I look down on hawks circling on the wind currents.








Sometimes the clouds just walk up the hill and cover everything.  Surreal.  Beautiful.
Damp.


Now I understand why folks in Seattle drink strong dark coffee. 

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Mischief and Mistletoe and my Own Short Story Therein

Pretty cover, isn't it?
This title may be unique in that it contains two words I have to 'think about' before I can spell them.  (Hint: I can actually spell 'and'.)

At Word Wenches I've posted a couple hundred words about some of the stuff that went through my mind while I was writing this short story.  Of equal interest, the other Wenches are doing somewhat the same thing, so if you follow along before and after my posting you will have a view into the minds of those other authors as well.

I notice that I did not include an excerpt of the story.  I will do so here:

******


She fell out of the dream, thumping down, cold and trembling, into reality and night.

A hand clamped over her mouth.  A body, heavy as lead, held her down, muffled her in the blankets so tightly she couldn't break loose.  Couldn't get her hands free to claw.  The strength was huge, hard, unfightable, male, infinitely strong, and it surrounded her everywhere. 

He muttered into her ear.  "It's me, dammit.  It's Jack.  Hold still and listen!"

The fire had died low and orange.  She saw images of the fire in his eyes, close, close.  Her body knew Jack.  It had been two years since they touched, but she knew him instantly.

She went still.     

The timbers of the old inn creaked and groaned like the hull of a ship in high seas.  Outside, winds twisted and howled and pulled at the glass of the window.  The draft up the chimney was a shrill, intermittent whine.  In the big bed in the corner, Miss Trimm snored determinedly.  The French girl slept silently in the trundle bed.     

"You know me now," Jack said.  "You'll be quiet?"

She nodded.  Oh, she knew him, all right. 

His hand went away, but he didn't.  He stayed, covering her with his weight, looking down.  He had the same hard eyes.  Even when she'd been in love with him, even when she'd thought he was harmless, she'd always seen the hardness in his eyes and wondered about it.

He jerked his head once in the direction of the door and let her go.  Noiseless, he lifted himself away from her and was gone into the dark of the hallway.


**********

Intrigue and Mistletoe

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MischWwmistletoewikiief and Mistletoe is out in the big wide world as of last week.  I am so delighted to be part of this anthology. 

Let me just meander aside here for an instant and mentiion that I haven't written a short story since I was in Grade School, so the whole concept was a bit baffling.  I had ta kinda feel my way through this.
Since I write Regency spies as my own particular metier, I figured my contribution to the anthology should be ... Regency spies.
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I'm sticking with the secrecy and intrigue, of which there was any amount lying about in this time period, but shifting my focus just a bit.  One of the sad realities about spies in the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Centuries is that much of the spying they engaged in was against their own countrymen.  While the English crown certainly worried about the French armies milling about across the Channel, they were somewhat more terrified of the disaffected at home. They spied upon them diligently. 

In several of my books, my protagonists have been patriots on opposite sides of the long, bitter political struggle between France and England. In this short story, I considered the problems of a spy working in his own country.



For the rest of this posting ...  pop on over to Word Wenches through this link here.

Booty Tuesday --Simone Elkeles' Perfect Chemistry

Carrying home booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference last August with Booty!
But this is not a book from RWA National.

This is a book from COFW, 
which is the Central Ohio Fiction Writers where I was over the weekend giving a loooong talk to everybody about POV and a shorter but still, to some, interminable, talk about plotting.

(I am going to recommend the COFW conference to everyone.  It was great fun and right sized and the workshops looked scrumptious.) 


Anyhow.  This week we get to the first of the books I snagged at COFW.  Next week, the other.
Did I mention they are signed?


This week you may win Simone Elkeles YA Romance, Perfect Chemistry.
Let me just say, this book is not for the faint of heart.  
It is gritty.  And tough.  And full of ... High School Students.
(You think vampires are scary?  You have seen, like, nothing.)

From the book:

"Miss Ellis?" Mrs. Peterson says. "It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class."

"This is Alejandro Fuentes. When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, if you know what I mean. His secret desire is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Mrs. Peterson"

Brittany flashes me a triumphant smile, thinking she's won this round.  Guess again, gringa.

"This is Brittany Ellis," I say, all eyes now focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets. Her secret desire is to date a Mexicano before she graduates."

Game on . . .


This book has 1592 ratings on B&N, which I didn't even know you could DO.  This means roughly everyone in the world has read it and given it a five-star rating, except possibly you.
This is your chance. 
 To be eligible to win Perfect Chemistry, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 


Use one of the following words from the cover:

Simone, perfect, chemistry, chemical, rules, attraction, reaction, high, school, Chicago, south, north, side, exactly, compatible, element, head, cheerleader, Brittany, Alex, lab, partner, class, explosion, result, teen, love.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Booksigning in Columbus

For all you folks out in Columbus, Ohio -- I'll be signing books THIS SATURDAY from 3:30 to 5:30 at the Central Ohio Fiction Writer's Conference.

Here is more information.

The venue (lovely word) is
Holiday Inn
7007 North High Street, Worthington, Ohio 43085
614-436-0700

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Suzanne Enoch's A Beginner's Guide to Rakes

Carrying home booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference last August with Booty!
I haz signed books.
I haz New Books, from writers I admire.  
Did I mention they are signed?

One of these books can be yours.
This week is your chance to win A Beginner's Guide to Rakes by Suzanne Enoch.

Enoch is one of the bright stars in the Romance sky.  This is a lovely traditional Regency

Lisa Kleypas says, "It's time to fall in love with Suzanne Enoch, who can always be counted on to deliver a story so vivid and romantic you never want it to end.  With her fascinating characters, lyrical prose and whip-smart dialogue, Enoch has created a novel to be cherished.  A Beginner's Guide to Rakes is perfection on the page."


From the book:

He meant to remind her that she'd enjoyed him in Vienna just as much as he'd enjoyed her.  Instead all he could conjure was the image of her beneath him, her midnight hair wild about her face and her green eyes sharp with excitement and passion.

"How is that for proof?" he said over his shoulder, his voice low and rough.  "I'm going to get something to eat before my next so-called class begins."

He was halfway through the door when she shot him


I always like a book where the heroine shoots the hero.

To be eligible to win A Beginner's Guide to Rakes, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 

Use one of the following words from the cover:

Suzanne, beginner, guide, rake, scandal, bride, lover, player, beware, perfection, page, seduction, risque, business, London, abuzz, return, alluring, widow, Diane, Oliver, gentleman, gaming, club, fortune, family, mansion.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Susanna Kearsley's The Rose Garden

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference last August with Booty!
I haz signed books.  
I haz New Books, from writers I admire.  
Did I mention they are signed?

One of these books can be yours.
This week is your chance to win The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley.

 This is a lyric and thoughtful para-Romance -- and by that I am saying it hangs around the Romances in the playground but every once in a while it wanders off to Think Deep Thoughts while all the Romance books are going 'Whee!' on the swingset.  Rose Garden was a Finalist for the RITA last year which is an indication of the quality we are talking about here, even if we ignore all the 'best seller' stickers on the front.


The physical copy of this book is untouched because I have my own and read it before the conference.

Stealing quotes from various folks ...
"Kearsley has a poetic sensibility and a sense of mystery: she could write the modern Rebecca."  The Bookseller.
"Lifts readers straight into another time and place to smell the sea, feel the caste walls, and sense every emotion.  These are marks of a fantastic storyteller." RT Book Review:

RT calls The Rose Garden 'reminiscent of Barbara Erskine's Lady of Hay and Mary Stewart's works.'  Others compare Kearsley to Gabaldon, (I will agree with this, and you know how I love Gabaldon,) du Maurier and Niffenegger.
If that sounds like your taste and you haven't tried her yet, the treat still awaits you.


Let's go with a little excerpt:

"Do you mean to roast the squabs tonight?" 

I heard the footsteps pause.  "Now what the devil does that have to do with anything?"

"I think more clearly when I'm fed."

"Is that a fact?"

"You might do well to roast an extra bird."

"I'll roast the flock for you," the Irishman said dryly, "if it helps you find your sense."

He didn't slam the door exactly, but he closed it with a force that gave his final statement emphasis.  I heard his footsteps tramping down the stairs.


This book is just so excellent on so many levels.

To be eligible to win The Rose Garden, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 
Use one of the following words from the cover:

Safety, among, thorns, rose, garden, new, time, today, author, Susanna, Kearsley, poetic, sense, sensibility, mystery, write, modern, Rebecca, bookseller, thrill, haunting, deep, romantic, story, Cornwall, house, coast, memories, childhood, summers, happiness, voices, pathway.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Darynda Jones' First Grave on the Right

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference in August with Booty!
I haz signed books.  
I haz New Books, from writers I admire.  
Did I mention they are signed?


One of these books can be yours.
This week is your chance to win First Grave on the Right by Darynda Jones.

 I've been watching members of the Ruby-Slippered Sisterhood go from strength to strength these last couple years.  At the RWA National Conference Darynda had Two RITA Finals and WON the RITA for Best First Book.  Read about it here.

So I am offering you the RITA-winning book,
SIGNED,
and I collected that siggie before she won the RITA which shows some prescience on my part, does it not?

This copy has not even been opened because I read the book long before the conference.
Library Journal says, "Plenty of action.  And let's be honest -- the sex is pretty hot too."
From the back cover:
This whole grim reaper thing should
have come with a manual.
Or a diagram of some kind.
A flowchart would have been nice. 
 
 ... which is really good enough to qualify as a poem but, alas, didn't get entered.  


Here's a little excerpt:


The sun nested on Nine Mile Hill for several heartbeats before losing interest and slipping down the other side.  I sat in Misery the jeep, not the emotion and waited for the skyline to swallow it completely so I could get on with my breaking-and-entering gig.


I love language like this.  You will too, I believe.
To be eligible to win this wonderful book, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 
Use one of the following words from the cover:


First, grave, right, novel, Jones, debut, read, year, hilarious, heartfelt, sexy, surprise, beg, next, one, ward, lover, unleash, grim, reaper, tension, hot, high, octane, signpost, paranormal, suspense, high, order.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Carolyn Jewel's Not Wicked Enough

Which blog title sounds as if Carolyn Jewel should be somewhat more wicked but that's just the name of the book.

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference in August with Booty!
I haz signed books.  
I haz New Books, from writers I admire.  Did I mention they are signed?

One of these books can be yours.
This week is your chance -- at last -- to win Not Wicked Enough by the redoubtable Carolyn Jewel.
(For those of you wondering why one should doubt Carolyn even once, let alone twice, I will just mention the word redoubtable comes via Middle English from Middle French Redoubter meaning 'to fear' and is now defined as commanding or evoking respect, reverence, or the like.  Fear, too, I suppose under appropriate circumstances.)


ETA:  Carolyn just got in touch with me to say she'll make this a TWOFER.  Win Not Wicked Enough and Carolyn will throw in Not Proper Enough, which came out -- are you ready for this? -- TODAY!  /ETA


The cover of Not Wicked Enough has the most lovely dress on it and mostly on the model, who seems okay with that.

Publisher's Weekly says, "Readers will enjoy this diverting Regency romance, set refreshingly far from London high society, as they wait to find out what finally drives the lovers to the altar."
Isn't this a pretty cover?

Bit of a quote:

Would she? 

Lily could scarcely think, so drugged was she from his kisses and the wicked promise of his voice.  Lord, what wouldn't she do for him? His request was outrageous.  Brazen.  If she were a proper sort of woman, she'd swoon with outrage.   If she were a proper sort of woman, she wouldn't be here with him.  Alone.

She couldn't imagine telling him no, even though she ought to.


If you don't want to read the rest of that chapter, you're probably lacking some essential B vitamin or something.

Here's your chance to win your SIGNED copy of Not Wicked Enough and find out what happens next. 
To be eligible, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post. 
Use one of the following words from the cover:

Carolyn, jewel, wicked, enough, reform, scoundrel, romance, brilliant, poignant, plain, fun, loved. intense, sexy, emotionally, satisfying, temptation, lily, duke, gypsy, medallion, magic.


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Friday.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Shana Galen's The Rogue Pirate's Bride

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference with Booty!
I haz signed books.  
I haz New Books, from writers I admire.  Did I mention they are signed?

One of these books can be yours.

(I have kinda bloopered here a bit.  I'm in the process of moving from one house to another and cannot put my hand on the August 28 Booty book. So you're getting next week's book this week and this week's book next week, but this is not a bad thing at all.)


Anyhow,
win a signed copy of Shana Galen's The Rogue Pirate's Bride.

This is a fully excellent work by an author who sometimes writes about Regency spies and therefore finds much delight and approval from me.  It's the third installment in Galen's 'Sons of the Revolution' series. 

It opens with a hero/heroine fencing scene and just gets better from there on in.

Romantic Times says, "Galen pulls out all the stops, striking a balance between romance and adventure that will leave readers breathless and highly satisfied." 

You want this book.
You know you want this book.
 
To be eligible, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post.

Use one of the following words from the cover:

Shana, Galen, rogue, pirate, bride, praise, lively, dialog, breakneck, pace, great, sense, fun, weekly, tale, true, love, high, adventure, sword, fence, duel. 


Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Thursday night.

Technical Topic -- Note about stays

Abigail Adams, in 1800, saw visiting Frenchwomen wearing Empire-style dresses in Philadelphia and wrote in a letter:

"The stile of dress ... is really an outrage upon all decency. I will describe it as it has appeared even at the drawing Room ... A Muslin sometimes, sometimes a crape made so strait before as perfectly to show the whole form. The arm naked almost to the shoulder and without stays or Bodice."


To me this says many respectable Frenchwomen were not wearing corsets or stays in my time period when they dressed à l'antique.
 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Technical Topics -- Talking about Cons

It is just hard to discover how con artists in the Regency period.  I'm fairly sure the current con games practiced in 1910 and in 2010 were practiced in 1810, even though I don't find references to them so much.

The Spanish Prisoner, for instance, is said to date from the late Nineteenth Century.  I imagine it was practiced, though, under another name in the Fifteenth.  And Sixteenth.  And in the regency.  Human nature doesn't change much.


So, what do we know about Regency Con Games and how can we talk about playing them.

Picking up general background stuff:

Mayhew's Characters, which is a generation later, but delightfully detailed and in voice

And more on background criminal behavior
Thieves Kitchen: The Regency Underworld by Donald Low

Grose lists several sort of scamming beggars, largely folks faking injury or war service and so on.  Those are some of the old traditions and accustomed cons.

The shell game is ancient.  It was called Thimblerig, played with three thimbles and a pea or button, is attested from 1825 by this name, though references to thimble cheats, probably the same swindle, date back to 1716.  The term 'Shell Game' is 1890, from a version of three-card monte played with a pea and walnut shells. 

So is fast and loose.  Don't know whether this counts as a con or not. 

The wikis here and here  list some latish Nineteenth Century examples that can't be applied exact and directly to the Regency.

My great sorrow as a writer is that we lack a rich, traditional vocabulary to talk about con men.  I've gone looking for scamming language and almost all the terminology I fall in love with is mid C19 or later.

Here are some of the words we can use:



Bejuggle, to get over by jugglery, to cheat;   (1680) To bejuggle and beguile the silly Rabble.   (1705) Bejuggl'd Mob! you are the Tools, That Priests do work with called Fools.  (1851) No matter how many‥thou may'st have bejuggled and destroyed before.


Burn  Meaning "cheat, swindle, victimize" is 1650s.  (One problem is the  C20 meanings may intrude here. c.f.  'Burn Notice')

 (1842) Our people were so ill-burnt, that they had no stomach for any farder medling. ...  (1808)  Burn, to deceive, to cheat in a bargain.    (1844)  Two negro burners were arrested in the act of trying to burn two Pottsville boatmen with a plated chain worth about fifteen cents.

Chicanery c.1600, from Fr. chicanerie "trickery,"

Chisel  Slang sense of "to cheat, defraud" is first recorded in 1808 as chizzel.  Origin and connection to the older word are obscure.  (Obscure, but in period and perhaps useful.)

Chouse "swindler, swindle," 1650s, from Turk. chaush "sergeant, herald, messenger,"  (Good Regency usage for this.)


Con  in the meaning "swindling"  Is 1889, Amer.Eng.  Confidence man is 1849.  Derives from the many scams in which the victim is induced to hand over money as a token of confidence.

Cozen.  To commit fraud, trickery" mid-15C  In use in the Regency.


Diddle "to cheat, swindle," in 1806, from dial. duddle, diddle "to totter" (1630s). One has to be aware of later meanings --  "to have sex with" is from 1879; that of "to masturbate" (especially of women) is from 1950s. 


Dodge   Common from early 18c. in figurative sense of "to swindle, to play shifting tricks." .

Double cross is much older than I thought, dating to 1834, from double + cross in the sense of "pre-arranged swindle or fix." Originally to win a race after promising to lose it. As a verb from 1903, Amer.Eng.


Fleece The verb is 1530s in the literal sense of "to strip a sheep of fleece" and 1570s in the figurative meaning "to cheat, swindle."  It holds that meaning to present day.

Gouge 1560s meaning "to cut as with a gouge,"   Meaning "swindle" is Amer.Eng. colloquial from 1826.

Grab 1580s, "to seize", often with a sense of "to get by unscrupulous methods".  The 'grab game' is a kind of swindle, 1846.

Gull.  cant term for "dupe, sucker, credulous person,"  with a sense of "someone who will swallow anything thrown at him." From 1590s  Still in use today.


Hornswoggle to cheat," 1829. 

Humbug, 1751, student slang, "trick, jest, hoax, deception," also as a verb.  


Jape.  early 14c., "trick, deceit," later "a joke, a jest" (late 14c.) It's been through several transitions, but currently means a joke or jest.
Jig.  "lively dance," 1560s,  A "piece of sport, trick" 1590s.  Phrase the jig is up (first attested 1777 as the jig is over).

Jink  To trick, cheat, diddle, swindle.   (1785) For Jove did jink Arcesius.    (1832) The gipsy, after all, jinked an old rich goutified coffee-planter.  


Mace  To swindle.  (1790)  Potter New Dict. Cant. (1795) "Mace, to cheat."  (1812)  A .‥party of inferior pugilists had been macing in the southern towns.  (1819)  I sometimes raised the wind by‥obtaining goods on credit, called in the cant language maceing. (1885)  Fancy him being so soft as to give that jay a quid back out of the ten he'd maced him of!

Mark. slang sense "victim of a swindle" is 1883.

Pigeon.  one easily cheated, gullible;  to gull, cheat, delude, swindle; esp. at cards or any kind of gaming.  (1675) Of Lies, and Fables, which did Pigeon The Rabble into false Religion.  (1785) They have pigeoned me out of my money.   (1805)  They mean to pigeon him, as their phrase is.   (1807) Having one night been pigeoned of a vast property.

To play.   To use or treat as a counter or plaything, to manage or use for one's own ends (like chessmen or cards in a game). Also, to fool, swindle; to play (someone) for a sucker: to treat (a person) as a dupe; to make a fool of; to cheat.  (1656) Some Wisemen, and some Fools we call, Figures, alas, of Speech, for Destiny plays us all.  (1879) You could have played him on a stranger for an effigy.    

To play upon advantage (obs.): to cheat.   (1668)  Your only way is to turn rook and play upon advantage.   (1826) Once it happened that the enemy took him at advantage. 

Rook. 1570s noun, "a cheat," especially at cards or dice. Verb "to defraud by cheating", originally especially in a game, 1580s.


Sham 1670s, "a trick, a hoax, a fraud,"  Sense of "Something meant to be mistaken for something else" is from 1728.

shark.  To practise fraud or the arts of a ‘shark’, parasite, or sharper; to live by shifts and stratagems. Often to shark for (something).  (1608) I name it gently to you; I term it neither pilfer, cheat, nor shark.  (1765) It is only slipping a puffer or two of quality at them, enough of whom come sharking to every sale for that purpose only.  (1809) Those vagabond cosmopolites who shark about the world, as if they had no right or business in it. (1837) Thou must hawk and shark to and fro, from anteroom to anteroom.

Sharp  "a cheat at games," 1797, short for sharper (1681), probably a variant of sharker

Stall.  Mid-15C as "pretense to avoid doing something." A variant of "stale" -- bird used as a decoy to lure other birds.  In the meaning of "evasive trick or story, pretext, excuse" first recorded 1812.  This sense entwined with that of "thief's assistant" (1590s).
"The stallers up are gratified with such part of the gains acquired as the liberality of the knuckling gentlemen may prompt them to bestow. [J.H. Vaux, "Flash Dictionary," 1812]

Sting  A slang meaning "to cheat, swindle" is from 1812.
The sense of "police undercover entrapment" is from 1975.  (It would be lovely to use in 1812 if it weren't for the C20 meanings layered on top.)


Swindler is 1774,  "giddy person, extravagant speculator, cheat,"  Said to have been introduced in London by German Jews c.1762.
"Stall" is still used as a pickpocket's assistant.



Thug  1810, "member of a gang of murderers and robbers in India who strangled their victims,"  In general sense of "ruffian, cutthroat" first recorded 1839.  (I have used this in 1812 with characters who would have contact with army officers serving in India.  They use it as they would a foreign word.  Kinda.)
 Trump. (v) "fabricate, devise," 1690s, from trump "deceive, cheat" (1510s),  'Trumped up' as  "false, concocted" first recorded 1728.


ETA:  Janet McC sends further era-appropriate terms and expands on some I mentioned -- shrak, mace, burn, bejuggle, pigeon, play, play upon advantage, jink.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Jill Shalvis' Animal Attraction

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference with Booty!
I haz signed books.  This swag is all new books, from writers I admire.
One of these books can be yours.

This week, win a signed copy of Jill Shalvis's Animal Attraction.  The cover design is a montage, in case you were wondering.  The kitten from Getty Images, river, mountains and man's body from Shutterstock.  


Jade Bennett couldn't be happier to escape her past for the quiet ranching town of Sunshine, Idaho. Plus, there's nothing like working for veterinarian Dell Connelly. And though Dell has no intention of settling down, Jade's strength and sass are enticements no red-blooded male can resist.
All About Romance calls Shalvis' writing "Light, funny, sexy and just plain enjoyable to read."

To be eligible, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post.
Use one of the following words from the cover: 
Today, bestselling, author, Jill, Shalvis, animal, magnetism, slow, heat, attraction, write, humor, sizzling, time.

Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Thursday night.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Yasmine Galenorn's Night Seeker

Carrying home Booty
As you know, I returned from the RWA National Conference with Booty!
I haz signed books.  This swag is all new books, from writers I admire.
One of these books can be yours.

This week, win a signed copy of Yasmine Galernorn's Night Seeker.  This is just fresh off the presses.  A July 2012 book.
the swag

Eons ago, vampires tried to turn the dark Fae to harness their magic, only to create a demonic enemy more powerful than they could have imagined. Now, the Vampiric Fae are on the move, hunting anyone in their path. As the war with the vampires ratchets up, Myst, Queen of the Indigo Court, enshrouds New Forest in her chilling grasp.

Cicely Waters, owl shifter and Wind Witch, has rescued the Fae Prince Grieve at a great cost. Their reunion has lost them the allegiance of the Summer Queen--and the tolerance of the vampires. In desperation they turn to the Consortium for help. Now, to regain the good will of Lainule, they must dare to enter the heart of Myst's realm. But as Cicely and Grieve embark on their search for the heartstone of Summer, Winter is already wreaking her terrifying revenge.  (back cover copy)

This is the third in the trilogy, following Night Mist and Night Veil.  As you can see -- there's lots going on.  And the cover has an owl on it. (You may buy it here if you happen to feel unpoetic.)


To be eligible, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post.
Use one of the following words from the cover: 
new, york, time, bestselling, author, novel, book, jasmine, imagination, owl, knife, tattoo, wind, witch, grieve, winter, beautiful, thing, fresh, fiction, rules, revenge, written, blood, indigo, court, night, seeker.

Your poem can be a 
Limerick
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(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
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blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Thursday night.

Monday, August 13, 2012

An Interview at USA Today

Not your average general
An Interview with Pamela Clare of the USA Today, Happy Ever After Blog in which I talk about writing Black Hawk, winning the RITA, and why Napoleon beat the pants off all the armies of Europe for a decade and knocked the moral, ethical, and philosophical foundation of the aristocracy into a cocked hat.


Pamela: What was it like, winning the RITA for best historical? 

Joanna: Awesome. Frightening. Surreal.

And surprising. I didn't expect to win, competing against that finalist list. Wonderful books. It's like the freestyle swim in the Olympics. What separates the winner from the second place? Two seconds maybe.

I'll admit that when I got the RITA statue home I took it out and put it on the table and just touched it a few times. I kept thinking, "They like the book. They like the book." And it made me so happy.

Here's the URL.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Booty Tuesday -- Jayne Ann Krentz' In Too Deep

Carrying home Booty
Back from the RWA National Conference.  With Booty!
I haz signed books.  All new.  All from writers I admire.
One of these books can be yours.

This week, win a signed copy of Jayne Ann Krentz' In Too Deep. 


To be eligible, write and post a poem in the comment thread of this post.
Use one of the following words from the cover: 
new, york, time, bestselling, author, first, paperback, too, deep, arcane, society, novel, book, one, looking, glass, trilogy.

This is the booty
Your poem can be a 
Limerick
Haiku 
(traditional or non-traditional)
Rhymed couplet
Quatrain  
blank verse
or any other rhyme or poetry form you fancy.  I am not particular.

I'll pick one lucky commenter (US only, sorry) from the comment trail on Thursday night.