Thank you, TNA, for letting me guest-blog about Emily’s Magical Bejeweled Codpiece! When I asked Lisa what I should talk about, she said, “The title!”
So, yeah. :D Usually I have a terrible time coming up with titles (is there a writer who doesn’t??) but this time, the title came before the story, and I didn’t even have to think of it myself.
My critique group is more of a brainstorming group – we bounce ideas off each other and work out plot problems more than we ever seem to do actual critiquing. I dedicated the book to the two critique partners who were the ones who came up with the idea for the story, Evangeline Hunter and Tiana Johnson.
Evangeline thinks codpieces are the most hilarious things ever. We started talking about codpieces because of other historical clothing like pantaloons, which show up in my as-yet-unfinished pirate novel. (E loves saying “pantaLOOOONS!”) So we were all snickering about codpieces, and then Tiana starts telling me I should write a story about them. As I said in my dedication, the crazier a story idea is, the more T wants someone to write it. So T starts googling “codpiece” because she is the supreme enabler of insane plot bunnies.
It turns out that codpieces were only a thing for about 200 years, and their peak of popularity was in the mid 1500s, a period about which I know nothing. I love Regency romances, my first book is a Regency novella, but I knew I couldn’t write a novel set in the Renaissance. (Why not just do the research, you ask. Because I’m lazy, I answer.)
But E and T still won’t give up the idea of a story about a codpiece. And as they continue to talk about it, it becomes a BEJEWELED codpiece, and then a MAGICAL, BEJEWELED!! codpiece. Because a codpiece on its own isn’t crazy enough.
The plot grew out of that crazy title. Since I couldn’t set an entire story in the Renaissance, I decided to use time travel so a MAGICAL, BEJEWELED codpiece would make sense in a contemporary romance. Because a codpiece in 21st century America that causes the wearer to time travel to Renaissance Italy totally makes sense. ;)
Maybe the blurb will explain it better.
It came out just over a week ago, but I was out of town, AND procrastination is my “brand”, thus the promo happens late. :) Thanks again, TNA, for letting me share the craziness with your readers.
Tom, museum curator and expert in Renaissance jewelry, doesn’t think his boyfriend Peter is “The One.” Peter is perfectly happy with Tom, but Tom is obsessed with the artist Benedetto Emilio Nesci—exciting, passionate, extraordinarily talented… and dead for over 400 years.
Tasked with researching a bejeweled codpiece, Tom abandons his professional ethics—and his sanity—to try on the codpiece and is transported halfway around the world and back in time, right into Florence, Italy and Nesci’s workroom.
After his initial panic subsides, Tom seizes the opportunity to allow Nesci to seduce him, but Tom discovers not everything about the sixteenth century is as romantic as he’d imagined. Getting back to the modern world and Peter becomes Tom’s only wish, but desire and reality are two completely different things, and Tom might not get what he wants this time around.
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Excerpt: “You’ve been sitting too long.” Peter grasped Tom’s shoulder with one hand to steady him and dug the thumb of his other hand into the complaining muscles. “You really need to get up for a while, move around. You’ll feel better.”
Tom groaned and rolled his head as Peter kneaded his lower back. “Mmm. Feels good.”
“It’ll feel better once you’ve worked out. And then maybe when we get back,” he murmured against Tom’s neck, “you can work on something besides that old jockstrap.”
Tom pulled away from Peter. “Are you kidding? I don’t have time for that. This is incredibly important.” He moved back to his desk and stared down at the display case, or rather, at its contents.
Emily’s Magical Bejeweled Codpiece was truly the most magical piece of jewelry Tom had ever seen. The red silk it rested on had faded over the centuries, but the gems, set in heavy gold, still blazed. Diamonds glittered like ice next to emeralds. Topazes and peridots shone like cats’ eyes, while amethysts and aquamarines added a cool, contrasting gleam. And in the center of all the other jewels, slim lines of rubies formed a subtle yet elegant N over the curved center of the codpiece.
The glittering mass threatened to hypnotize Tom. He needed to get the piece into the vault at the museum. In fact, he should have taken it in immediately upon seeing it, but as soon as he’d opened the package, he’d been mesmerized.
About the Author: B. Snow found her way into the magical world of gay romance by way of fanfic and slash, and original characters began banging on her brain several years ago. If she can conquer her chronic procrastinitus, she may get that banging written down someday.
Originally from the West Coast, B. Snow and her husband now live in the Atlanta area, sharing a house with a cat who has them very well trained.
You can find more information at her woefully neglected blog and at her Facebook page. You can e-mail her if you don’t mind waiting a few days for a response. See above: procrastinitus.
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