The Shrew That Tames by Michele Stegman
Being
different has always appealed to me. So when I write books, I like to twist
things around. For instance, in Conquest of the Heart, set it post Conquest
England, my hero is a virgin. And he is one of the
conquered, not a big, brash
Norman knight.
In
The Shrew That Tames I took the opportunity to rewrite Shakespeare. I hated how
Kate got treated in that play. She had reasons for being a shrew, but no one
ever thought of her and her feelings. They just wanted her money.
In my story,
The Shrew That Tames, Katherine is a Regency heiress who has good reasons for
being a shrew. She doesn't hate men. But she does want a man who isn't just
after her money, one she can share her scientific and intellectual pursuits
with.
I
give another twist to my story by having this lovely heiress ask an
impoverished fortune hunter to marry her. And she has good reasons for this,
too!
Blurb and links:
What's an impoverished aristocrat to do when a
beautiful heiress asks him to marry her?
Katherine is an heiress who uses her shrewish tongue
to keep fortune hunters away. But what is it about Lord Ashfair that leaves her
speechless?
Although in need of money, Peter Monroe, Marquis of
Ashfair, has resolved to restore his ravaged estates on his own. How can he
convince Katherine that he wants her, not her money?
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Excerpt:
The
evening of the Harrington's ball, Ashfair and Sir Anthony escorted the Driscol
sisters and their mother to the event. Bianca was besieged at once, and her
dance card filled quickly.
Katherine
stood to the side, watching her sister's card fill.
Ashfair
bowed over her hand. "Will you do me the honor of adding my name to your
card, Miss Driscol?"
She
clutched her card tighter, her head up. "Really, my lord, you do not have
to dance with me simply because you are my escort."
His
brow went up. The men in this town were all fools if they would dance with such
a lovely woman only to edge closer to her money or her sister and not herself.
How many times had she been hurt because of it? "You are right, of course.
I have to dance with you because I want to see what it is like to hold you in
my arms. There are two waltzes this evening. Please put my name beside one of
them. And if you will honor me with a second dance, the quadrille would be
nice."
As
she added his name to her card, he bent to whisper, "I wish I could dance
more than twice with you."
"You
are entirely too forward, my lord." He heard her set down. However, he
also saw the blush that tinged her cheeks. He tried not to smile, but he was
beginning to enjoy teasing a blush into her cheeks.
Katherine
had a smattering of attention, mostly, Ashfair thought, from those hoping to
win Bianca's approval. He was amazed Katherine could be so easily disregarded.
True, she could wield a waspish tongue, but every set down she rendered was, in
his opinion, well deserved.
At
last they began the quadrille, and Ashfair led Katherine onto the dance floor.
As they went through the forms of the dance, he noticed that she became
transformed. Her features softened, she gracefully floated, and pleasure
sparkled in her eyes.
"You
love to dance!" he exclaimed.
Laughing,
she agreed. "I always have."
The
movements took them apart for a moment. When they came together again he said,
"A smile or two from you and your dance card would be full."
Her
mouth pursed. "And be forced to endure every crack-wit fortune hunter in
the place with sweaty hands and a penchant for writing bad verses to my
eyes?" She shook her head. "I'd rather be a wallflower."
Surely
by now she knew he was one of those fortune hunters. He pulled her close.
"You are dancing with me."
She
tossed her head. "You do not have sweaty hands, my lord."
"And
so far, I have failed to write a single ode to your eyes. What a dastardly
escort I am."
"Yes,
terrible." She laughed.