Women Who Set the
Gold Standard by Melissa Jarvis
“I like this wild and barbarous life; I leave it with
regret.”
Those words were written by Louisa Clapp, a well educated
woman from an upper middle class New England family, in 1851. A suggestive phrase, and you may wonder what
she was talking about. Louisa was one of
the women of California’s gold rush, which gave our fair sex an unprecedented
chance at freedom from society’s constrictions.
It was during this period of change, when women threw away their corsets
for more practical clothing, that I set In His Own Time. In fact, my main character Victoria, takes a
knife to hers, and then turns it on the hero’s pants. But I digress.
Here, women ran successful businesses, such as hotels,
restaurants, barbershops and brothels.
One woman even found work as a bullfighter. What I found the most interesting though, is
that a prostitute during this time was treated the same as other women, at
least in the beginning. Imagine a
laundress turned saloon girl turned shop owner.
While men toiled in the mines and rivers, women made so-called “women’s
work” work for them. Since I’m one of
those people who consider camping a Motel 6, I have nothing but admiration for
them. (I also tried panning for gold in
the spirit of research for this story. Let’s
just say it requires better eyesight and patience than I possess.)
Jenny Megquire, a physician’s wife from Maine who ran a
boardinghouse, said, “If I had not the constitution of six horses I should have
been dead long ago.” Proof of what we’ve
always known: we’re stronger than men give us credit for.
My first book, Past Her Time, was set during the French
Revolution. I tend to write very
action-oriented heroines, but as a historical author, I also have to abide by
the conditions of the time. While my
heroine Alex slit her petticoats to give her an advantage in a fight, she still
had to wear the layers of clothes common to the period, ride sidesaddle
(although she does defy that in one scene and is caught out by my hero Gabriel)
sip tea, and faint occasionally to not give away her cover. In general, she had to give the appearance of
what a lady was thought to be during the eighteenth century.
For In His Own Time, Victoria doesn’t have these
restrictions. She can ride bareback,
handle a knife and gun openly, and on occasion, even wear pants. This made it much easier for me as a writer
to let her kick-ass.
The women during the Gold Rush managed to turn convention on
its head for a short period and gave us ideas that, horrors, never went
away.
Tell me, who are your role models? Which women do you feel gave society a run
for their money? I’m running a contest,
and the winner will receive an actual postcard from nineteenth century
California and an ecopy of In His Own Time.
Contest runs through July 21 (to accommodate those of you who might be
at Comic-Con, which is where I’ll be!
You can catch me in person on Saturday where I’m speaking on a world
building panel.)
In His Own Time (The Lineage Series, Book Two)
Historical Romance, time travel, HEA
Buy at Amazon / Publisher / Barnes & Nobles
There is a traitor in the time travel organization the Lineage, and it’s up to new recruit Victoria Vasquez to discover his identity. After an incident (and stolen kiss) on her first assignment in 1923 Egypt, she suspects she knows who it is. Veteran agent Banderan of Ibile is hiding a secret, one that could endanger everything he holds dear. He will do whatever it takes to ensure his goal, no matter who gets in his way.
Victoria has fought hard for her independence, and has no time for arrogant know-it-all men. When both Victoria and Banderan are assigned to 1848 Gold Rush California, they find themselves entangled in a web of deceit and lies. And when they are cut off from the Lineage, it will be up to Victoria to decide if the man she has come to love is a traitor or a hero.
Teaser Excerpt:
She found the object of her unease exactly where
Ana had told her. The men and horses still had not returned, but that did not
stop Banderan from closely inspecting the intricately tooled, leather-pommeled
saddles. Victoria narrowed her gaze. She knew how easy it would be to cut the girth
holding the saddle to the horse and send the rider tumbling, most likely to his
death.
“I understand you wish to take me up on a tour of Ranchos
de Las Campanas?”
Banderan turned around, and she saw him drop
something in his pocket.
“Señora Victoria. I beg your pardon, I did not see
you.” He bowed his head slightly.
Victoria forced a smile. “I’m told I’m rather hard
to miss.”
“Indeed. If your generous offer is still open, then
sí.”
“It is, but given the size of Señor Santiago’s
holdings, I’m afraid it would be impossible to traverse on foot since the men
took all the horses.” Victoria moved nearer, running her hands over the saddle
Banderan had been looking at. Her fingers couldn’t detect any cuts or weakening
in the leather.
“How well do you ride, señora?”
Victoria straightened. She prided herself on her
riding abilities, having refused to train on sidesaddle, and learned to ride
astride like a man. She could best most of the jumpers at Oxford and certainly
didn’t need a pommel to hold on to.
“Very well, but it is a moot point.”
Banderan smiled, and his eyes lit up like a fire
amid the smoky blackness. “Not true. I believe I noticed several horses grazing
outside the gates. They are already lassoed, so it would be a simple matter to
commandeer them.”
Victoria gulped. The Californios had a reputation
as being some of the finest horsemen in the world, and with the abundance of
horses and cattle, many were allowed to roam with lassos dragging from their
neck so that the vaqueros could grab them whenever it was convenient and then
leave them at their destination. But riding bareback was one boundary she had
never crossed.
“I believe the aunts were going to accompany us,
and alas, they do not have the stamina for what you suggest,” she said finally.
“Except that they are not coming,” Banderan said.
“What do you mean?” Had he overpowered them, locked
them in the grain cellar? That was what she would have done.
Melissa
Jarvis is a mild-mannered Public Relations executive by day, and action-packed
writer by night. She lives with her
husband and son in celebrity friendly California. A native of Texas, you might hear the word
“y’all” from her often, and watch out, it’s catching.
For
over 15 years, she has worked in the public relations industry, helping clients
ranging from the Playboy Jazz Festival to the Los Angeles Mission to indie film
and comic books. And she’s survived with most of her mind intact!
Melissa
writes both paranormal romance and urban fantasy, as well as spicy paranormal
under the name Melissa L. Robert. She is the author of the Lineage time travel
series, which currently has two books out, Past Her Time and In His
Own Time. A self-professed nerd, she cites Anne McCaffrey, Robert A.
Heinlein and the Myth Adventure series as huge influences. Unfortunately, her
family won’t let her have a fire lizard or dragon in the house. You can visit her at her website www.melissajarvis.net.
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