Cut from the Same Cloth - A Tale of Two Scarlets

Scarlet O'Hara meet the Scarlet Pimpernel...

Few heroines have intrigued the imagination as thoroughly as the feisty indomitable Scarlet O’Hara. In high school, I will admit I made a study of her. If only I had her moxy. I wanted to be like her – willing to take on anything. Resourceful and gutsy enough to make a gown out of curtains.

Who did you use as a role model? Hang onto that thought and leave me a comment. You might win a free eBook.

Now let’s talk about the illusive Scarlet Pimpernel. Foppish on the outside but dangerous on the inside.

 

I loved the book, but felt none of the films did him justice. In college I had a boyfriend who was built like a Viking but wore the most ridiculous clothes – striped pants, mismatched plaids, all kind absurd patterns. And yet he still had a flock of girls chasing after him. He claimed he did it to weed out the pretentious girls. In a way he modeled the Scarlet Pimpernel, foppish on the outside, dangerous on the inside.

What if Scarlet O’Hara suddenly found herself thrust into the world of a Scarlet Pimpernel? 

that was the basis for my Regency Romantic Comedy, Cut from the Same Cloth.

 Today is launch day so I'm giving away a copy every day this weekend.

 

      WHY does the powerfully built Lord St. Evert dress like an overdone Dandy? His outlandish wardrobe belies the hard unyielding lines of his face. Whoever he is, he’s ruining Elizabeth Hampton’s desperate scheme to secure a rich husband. It vexes her to arrive at the most fashionable Breakfast soiree of the Season wearing a perfectly stunning Chinese silk gown, only to discover Lord St. Evert is clad in unmentionables cut from identical cloth. 

      Humiliating. 

      Insufferable!
     Why, the devil, must he show up in fabrics Elizabeth searched so diligently to procure? To say nothing of the long hours she spent secretly stitching her creations together. He must be stopped. She is determined to spy out his perplexing game, and put an end to his interference.

     Lord St. Evert despises pretension of any kind. He cannot abide the self-important airs put on by some members of the Ton and takes pleasure in making a mockery of Brummell’s fashion strictures. Arrogant frauds! Hadn’t his grandfather’s snobbery made his mother’s life a misery? All the more maddening to discover that the one woman who manages to capture his interest is the biggest pretender of all. He vows to teach Miss Elizabeth Hampton a lesson she won’t soon forget. 

If you would like to read an excerpt, there's one on my website scroll down.

What about you? Did you have any fictional role models? Fess up and you might win an eBook copy of Cut from the Same Cloth.