✨ Guest Post ✨
Thanks, lovely Addison for having me as your guest again! I’m Ellie, I write MM Historical Romance novellas, and I’m here today to chat about my new story Town Bronze which is currently in the 20% new release sale at JMS Book until August 18th.
Town Bronze begins a new series set in Regency London about the adventures of a group of young men that leads to unexpected romantic opportunities. The MC in my first story is Jasper Goodhew, a country lad from Somerset eager to be let loose in the capital for the Season, far away from parental control.
I enjoyed writing about the fashionable trappings considered essential for Jasper, explained by his London roommate Barney Marshall, who becomes the MC in Petticoats and Pantaloons, book two in the series. Jasper learns that to be considered a gentleman of style he must lodge in an apartment as close as possible to exclusive Piccadilly.
He quickly realises the essentials as regards to appearance. From the right haircut, deemed to be the Brutus cut, topped by a crown beaver hat from Locke & Co the hatters, together with lessons from Barney on how to tie a cravat properly, Jasper must also acquire all the correct accessories.
Then there’s the daily routine of a focused on leisure activities. Rising at noon, breakfasting in one of the many coffee shops, before idling at Tattersalls’ horse sales all afternoon. After that, Jasper must change into evening wear for a Mayfair ball or a night at the theatre, ending up at a Covent Garden tavern or pleasure house.
Jasper is new to this lifestyle and subsequently dazzled by his surroundings. But however privileged this world might be, his experiences don’t give him any insight into his true nature. That is provided by a much more experienced visitor to the capital, Sir Mortimer Cleverly. Nearly forty, he has much more perspective on life and is discreetly active as a gay man when in London.
During the Season, it dawns on Jasper that the town bronze he’s so eager to acquire is nothing to do with wearing the right clothes or mixing in certain circles. He learns about self-acceptance and coming to terms with his needs, however confusing or unexpected. In doing so, Jasper matures sufficiently to start falling in love with Mortimer.
by Ellie Thomas
Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
Release Date: August 12, 2023
Genre: Gay Historical Erotic Romance
Length: Novella / 22,781 Words / 100 Pages
Gay Historical Erotic Romance!
At twenty-one, Jasper Goodhew is delighted to be freed from his parental constraints in rural Somerset and enjoy the delights of Regency London during the Season. As a follower in the fast set that runs around young buck Julian Buchanan, Jasper encounters many pleasures, from the elegance of Mayfair parties to the tawdry entertainments of Covent Garden’s taverns and brothels. However, when he meets silver fox Mortimer Cleverly, he discovers a hidden propensity for spanking.
Sir Mortimer is a seasoned and experienced gentleman who can spot a confused innocent at a hundred paces. Yet he’s unable to resist Jasper’s clueless appeal at least once. He feels a lurking sense of responsibility when Jasper returns for more. Aware of the dangers of such a connection with a confused young man, Mortimer attempts to mentor Jasper, leading them onto the safer ground of friendship.
But will the combination of his increasing attachment and Jasper’s irresistible compulsion foil their best intentions?
The next part of Jasper’s evening passed in patchy coherence. The older gentlemen departed with dignity almost immediately after Jasper’s inadvertent blunder. With his wine glass replenished more than once by a luscious attendant, Jasper almost forgot about the impact of that searing gaze.
He was vaguely aware of some of his companions departing with young ladies. Others were content to remain, drink deep, and dandle a damsel on their laps. Minutes or hours progressed in a pleasant haze until Jasper reached the point where he had drunk himself sober.
Relatively clear-headed and suddenly thirsty, Jasper rose on remarkably steady legs to fetch a glass of water from the drinks tray on the capacious sideboard.
This gave him a clear view of the entrance hallway. The vestibule was empty, apart from the three gentlemen earlier expelled from the drawing room by an excess of wit.
The gentleman with the remarkable hair was shaking the hands of his companions with a few congenial words. In that instant of seeming sobriety, it was terribly important for Jasper to make amends. He couldn’t have fathomed if this was due to his basic good manners and general inoffensiveness when not as drunk as a wheelbarrow. Or perhaps he was prompted by the infinite unimaginable possibilities in those haunting eyes.
He entered the hall as the gentleman escorted his companions towards the exit. Jasper stood uncertainly in front of the central staircase, awaiting his opportunity. Once his companions had departed, the remaining gentleman approached a further another doorway off the hall.
“Excuse me,” Jasper said, belatedly adding, “Sir.”
The gentleman turned, raising an inquisitorial dark brow that made him no less forbidding.
During Jasper’s formal education, he occasionally got into trouble. To be fair, these incidents occurred either from absent-mindedness or when he tagged along in the wake of more exuberant and imaginative students. Any resulting discipline, a removal of privileges or corporal punishment, was a matter of course and not taken personally. His sporadic visits to the principal’s study were desultory and instantly forgotten by the disciplinarian and the culprit.
This charged confrontation was entirely different. Jasper was unnerved by the swooping feeling in his belly as he faced his unknown foe. The older man drew closer but remained silent, his face expressionless, that implacable glare holding a sense of threat and thrill.
“I think I was somewhat discourteous earlier, and I wanted to say I was sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. We were all getting rather carried away and had too much to drink. I know it was a bit much, and we were rather close to the mark concerning you and your friends. But I suppose you were young once too, eh?”
Jasper tried and failed to raise a placating smile. The gentleman didn’t move a muscle and stared at Jasper as though regarding a failed scientific experiment.
“I mean to say, I was a bit bosky, and I wasn’t thinking straight. Anyone with decent eyesight could tell that’s your natural hair. You’re nowhere near old enough to be wearing a wig. You’d have to be in your dotage. And you’re not. Naturally. No one would think you’re wearing a cauliflower of the wig variety, and it doesn’t remotely resemble an actual cauliflower. I don’t know why I said that. You have very nice hair.”
Jasper’s ramble stuttered to a stop. Without softening his expression, the gentleman said, “You were insolent.”
Jasper blinked. He suddenly grasped his opponent was slightly the taller and his lean build held latent strength. He felt paralysed, like a snake to its charmer, in thrall to the depths of that gaze.
“I think you deserve to be punished.”
The gentleman’s voice was persuasive. “You’ve earned a good thrashing.”
In a husky tone Jasper didn’t recognise as his own, he said, “I’ll let you be the judge of that. I’ll do anything you require.”
That eyebrow rose again. A glint of humour lit those night-dark eyes.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
About Ellie Thomas
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.