Thank you so much, lovely Addison, for having me as your guest again. I’m Ellie Thomas, I write MM Historical Romance, and I’ve popped in today to chat about A Christmas Engagement, my Naughty or Nice Christmas story for JMS Books.
As most of my stories tend to lurk around the end of the eighteenth century and the Regency period, I enjoy writing about the fashionable English resorts of those times, especially around the West Country, as that part of the world is familiar to me. Since I haven’t had a Bath-set story since Shore Leave, published eighteen months ago, I couldn’t resist returning to that beautiful Georgian city for A Christmas Engagement.
As this story takes place in 1805, Bath was no longer the height of fashion, as other newer resorts had eclipsed the spa’s popularity. However, Bath still attracted plenty of visitors for its traditional winter season. I lived near Bath many years ago, and with my antique online map, I thoroughly enjoyed walking through the familiar streets with my main character Charles.
Although devoted to his long-term lover Avery, after a life-changing event, Charles rejects his partner and is determined to find a wife. He decides that a trip to nearby Bath is essential to this ill-thought-out scheme. During his search, Charles must do the rounds of the Pump Room, where spring water was served to those genuinely seeking cures for health issues. However, this was also an essential part of the morning social scene. To his horror, Charles discovers that Avery is staying in Bath with his Great Aunt Clarissa. Reading between the lines, this interruption of his plans is a blessing in disguise.
I thoroughly enjoyed refreshing my research for places of entertainment, especially the theatre and assembly rooms. I was delighted that by chance, I’d set my story in the year that the new Theatre Royal (still in the same building and location today) was completed and opened, replacing the old Orchard Street venue. That meant Charles would be among the first audiences of the splendid new theatre.
I was also reading up on the Assembly Rooms, a vital social hub featuring twice-weekly dances, card parties and recitals. I discovered that in 1805, Mr King was appointed as the all-important Master of Ceremonies, overseeing the Lower and Upper Assembly rooms. Sadly, the Lower Rooms were destroyed by fire in the early 19th century, but the gracious Upper Rooms on Bennett Street are still open to the public and part of the building that houses the Bath Museum of Costume, which is always worth a visit.
Being able to picture all these key locations helped me place Charles, lost and miserable, amongst all the party-goers, with Avery quietly watching out for him in the hope that Charles would come to his senses and drop his fruitless quest. In a city where many fictional love stories begin, I enjoyed watching the romantic setting of Regency Bath unfold for my estranged MM couple, so they could grab the chance to rekindle their love.
In 1805, Charles Denham’s comfortable life in Regency London with his long-term partner Avery Mallory is disrupted by the sudden death of his father. As the heir to a modest country estate in Gloucestershire, Charles returns home to care for his bereaved family and take up his new responsibilities.
Overwhelmed with grief, rather than leaning on Avery, Charles rejects his love and becomes fixed on the idea of taking a wife for reasons of family duty alone. With this plan in mind, during early winter, he travels the short distance to Bath only to find that Avery and his family have already arrived at the resort.
Will Charles follow through with his ill-conceived plan for a hasty betrothal by Christmas? Or will he come to his senses and resume his relationship with the nicest man in England?
Charles paused before saying clearly and deliberately. “With Papa’s passing, it seemed expedient to start to look out for a wife.”
He heard Avery’s sharp intake of breath as Aunt Clarissa looked at him shrewdly. Her bright, old eyes, darker and sharper than Avery’s, seemed to pierce his soul. “You have come to the right place,” she remarked. “Far better to make your selection at your convenience in Bath than to be bothered with the fancy folderols of the London Season. I might be biased as I have fond memories of the place. The town will never be the same as in the heyday of Beau Nash, but it still passes muster, although I say it myself. And you should find a wide array of suitable ladies now you are resolved on matrimony.”
Charles had the sneaking suspicion that Aunt Clarissa was laughing at him and was spared further embarrassment by the timely approach of Mr. King.
“Ladies,” Mr. King uttered, addressing the group. “Might I interest you in a game of Cribbage at the Card Room tonight? The tables are filling up quickly, and I’d be glad to put your names down. From experience, these events prove very popular and can be over-subscribed.”
That popularity was confirmed by eager fluttering from the group of ladies, mercifully distracting Aunt Clarissa’s attention away from Charles.
Charles’ dearest hope was for Avery to have melted away into the surrounding throng during the conversation. Having only begun to establish himself in the confines of Bath’s society, Charles could not afford to cause gossip or general disgust by delivering a cut direct. And in truth, he flinched from being unnecessarily and publicly cruel. None of this was Avery’s doing. He must simply accept that Charles’ priorities had altered with his father’s death.
But when Charles glanced around, Avery was still standing there. He looked a trifle pale at Charles’ announcement but managed a smile as he said conversationally, “You must wonder why we are here. I’m sure you remember all those letters from my aunts pressing Aunt Clarissa for suggestions for her seventieth birthday celebrations?”
Charles nodded as he remembered their shared London rooms in Rupert Street, Avery’s face alight with laughter as he passed Aunt Clarissa’s typically scathing letter over the breakfast table for Charles’ amusement, in a gesture of everyday intimacy.
“Well, Aunt Clarissa refused to be contained by any sedate or convenient notions and decided to drag us all to Bath for the occasion, complete with a hired house on The Circus. According to her, since she’s in her dotage, she won’t get another opportunity to relive her past successes or criticise the current fashions and assembled company at the top of her voice. As you can imagine, both my aunts are thrilled.” Avery’s mobile mouth quirked with humour, and Charles was almost tempted to smile with him until Avery asked, “What does your mother think of your resolution to marry?”
Avery was still smiling, but his eyes seemed almost as shrewd and watchful as Great Aunt Clarissa’s. Charles was only glad that the necessarily loud interchange between the Master of Ceremonies and a lady of the party who was hard of hearing masked the personal turn of the conversation.
“She is delighted I’m assuming my obligations in seeking to establish our family connections.”
“Is she?” Avery sounded mildly surprised. “I’d have thought she would be far more concerned about your happiness and state of mind.”
“I am happy,” Charles retorted.
“If you say so,” Avery smiled agreeable before asking casually, “and since when have you been attracted to women?”
Charles bristled, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Everything, I’d say if you seek marital accord.” Avery had the gall to look faintly amused as Charles cast around for a suitable retort, stumbling over half-remembered phrases he had recited to his mama. As Charles reeled off homilies on duty and family responsibility, Avery’s smile faded. But rather than displaying the outrage or bitterness of a repulsed lover, Avery’s expression was full of compassion, tinged with sadness.
Charles completed his speech, sounding pompous and prematurely middle-aged even to his own ears. Avery opened his mouth to impart an urgent observation before hesitating. Instead, he patted Charles on the arm, saying, “I’m sure you know best, Charles,” in a manner that implied no confidence whatsoever in his former lover’s judgement.
Ellie Thomas lives by the sea. She comes from a teaching background and goes for long seaside walks where she daydreams about history. She is a voracious reader especially about anything historical. She mainly writes historical gay romance.
Ellie also writes historical erotic romance as L. E. Thomas.