Clothes Make the (Wo)Man 38

by Maggie Robinson

Happy Halloween! Trick or treat! I’m knocking on Bev’s door wearing my usual writer’s costume. Do you think I’m wearing the feather boa and heels I wore at the Romantic Times convention? All shall be revealed at the end. ;)

I’m here bearing a treat, I hope, a copy of my newest, sparkliest, nakedist book, Lord Gray’s List. Lord Gray (Ben) is obviously having a wardrobe malfunction. We historical purists will forget that Regency shirts didn’t unbutton this way and just go with the flow.

Writing this book was such fun, because Ben’s heroine Evie is no simpering miss. She runs a newspaper, goes undercover to unearth scandal, and wears gentlemen’s clothes. In fact, everyone who’s had business dealings with her for two years thinks she is a man.

Not Ben, though. He’s seen her bottom before, and knows what’s under the trousers and superfine jacket. Ben and Evie had a youthful affair before they went their separate ways, and their reunion is anything but calm. Throw in a riot, an armed urchin, an abusive husband and a streetful of courtesans, and front-page stories about Ben seem pretty tame. RT Book Reviews Magazine calls LGL “sexy, fun and smart.”

Here’s the back cover copy:

From duchesses to chamber maids, everybody’s reading it. Each Tuesday, The London List appears, filled with gossip and scandal, offering job postings and matches for the lovelorn–and most enticing of all, telling the tales and selling the wares a more modest publication wouldn’t touch.

The creation of Evangeline Ramsey, the London List saved her and her ailing father from destitution. But the paper has given Evie more than financial relief. As its publisher, she lives as a man, dressed in masculine garb, free to pursue and report whatever she likes–especially the latest disgraces besmirching Lord Benton Gray. It’s only fair she hang his dirty laundry, given that it was his youthful ardor that put her off marriage for good.

Lord Gray–Ben–isn’t about to stand by while all of London laughs at his peccadilloes week after week. But once he discovers that the publisher is none other than pretty Evie Ramsey with her curls lopped short, his worries turn to desires–and not a one of them fit to print.

Evie’s clothes allow her to move about society with a freedom most women didn’t have in 1820. What outfit do you wear that makes you feel confident and ready to tackle anything? OR, tell me about your favorite Halloween costume. OR answer both! I’ll give away one signed copy of Lord Gray’s List to one commenter!

(And my writer’s uniform? Pajamas or a nightgown. Bare feet. Computer gloves. Light-socket hair and lip balm until I finally get in the shower!)