I think every girl dreams of Prince Charming. The idea that one
day the perfect guy for you will sweep you off your feet and you will both live
happily ever after is certainly not new. Neither is a Cinderella story. I doubt
many other stories have been re-spun and retold quite so many times, yet still
I was drawn to the idea for my latest book. I love the idea of the downtrodden
and ill-used heroine being transformed into a princess after meeting her Prince
Charming- but I wanted to do it a bit differently. Cinderella with a twist. I called it Miss Bradshaw's Bought Betrothal.
You see, its Prince Charming I have always taken issue with.
He was always so one-dimensional. Vanilla. Meh. Or as a good friend of mine
would describe him, a wet lettuce. We never really get to know him. The
original fairy tale of Cinderella basically revolved around Cinders and her
magical fairy godmother- leaving the poor prince a convenient prop with no more
personality than the pumpkin. Let’s face it, apart from being handsome, what
else can you say about him?
I decided my Prince Charming was going to be as far away
from charming as was possible. I created a surly, rude and tortured soul. A man
who was as insular as he was private. Handsome, yes, but not in a pretty-boy,
vapid kind of way. My Prince Charming works hard and speaks his mind.
His name
is Finn Matlock and I adore him.
It stood to reason that my Cinderella had to be a bit
different as well. The trouble with Cinders, in my humble opinion, is she is
far too perfect. The most beautiful girl in the world with a saccharine
personality to match. And she’s a victim.
Constantly.
Why?
Surely if the woman
had any sense she would escape her miserable life of indentured servitude and
work for actual wages elsewhere without all of the grief? I certainly would.
Evie Bradshaw is my Cinderella. She is an heiress who has
been left on the shelf, her confidence worn down by her sponging, malicious
step-mother and her beautiful, catty step-sisters. Evie is more of a doormat
than a servant and, thanks to a particular set of circumstances, was trapped in
this life for years. However, since the death of her father Evie’s
circumstances have dramatically changed and she hatches a plan to escape. In
the absence of any real suitors, she pays a dissolute marquis to pretend to be
her fiancé in order to run away to the North and begin her life afresh. Her own house. Her own rules. Completely independent and free for the first time in her life.
Unfortunately, things don’t go
quite as Evie has planned them and she finds herself, and her octogenarian great
aunt Winnie, abandoned in the North instead. Wholly reliant on the hospitality
of her fake fiancé’s surly brother.
Hence the doormat and the surly curmudgeon are thrust
together. There are no glass slippers in my story. No balls and definitely no pumpkins either but
there are lots of laughs, a few tears, a field full of wildflowers, an unexpected fairy godmother and a horse
called Horatio.
And sexual tension. Lots and lots of delicious sexual tension…
Miss Bradshaw's Bought Betrothal by Virginia Heath is published by Harlequin and out now
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Which fictional character would make your perfect Prince Charming?
She'd done it! Plain, invisible Evelyn had escaped…
Fed up with being a doormat to her evil stepmother, heiress Evelyn Bradshaw pays a dissolute rake to pose as her betrothed so she can secure her freedom. But then her fake fiancé leaves her with his estranged brother Finn Matlock and disappears!
Having withdrawn from the world, Finn knows the last thing he needs is the temptation of a woman, especially one like Evie. She has an irritating habit of causing chaos wherever she goes and being in places she shouldn't…including, as he soon learns, his heart!
Biography:
When Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Fortunately, the lovely people at Harlequin took pity on her and decided to publish her romances, but it still takes her forever to fall asleep.
If you want to find out more check out her website or follow her on Twitter or Facebook
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3 comments:
a combination of Darcy and Captain Wentworth
denise
Darcy (as he was at the end of the story)
I have to go with Col. Brandon aka Alan Rickman. Miss that man.
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