Dear reader, I have found myself going back in time this winter. Where do you ask? Why, the regency era of England of course! You know where this is going, don’t you? The word romance is in the title, so how could you not? That’s right, today’s blog is about regency romance novels. They happen to be my obsession this winter. Think of them as my comfort food, but in book form.
Maybe you’ve been reading regency romance novels too, but have you ever given thought to what the regency era actually was? I admit I did not until I researched it for this blog post. The regency was an era between 1811-1820, though historians generally look at the years 1780-1830 as the Regency period because those years were influenced by the role of the prince regent. The prince regent ruled as proxy as his father, King George III, was unable to rule due to his illness and mental instability.
Most regency romances focus on the upper class society, known as the ton. They operated on a complex and rigid set of rules that dictated their every behavior, from socially acceptable calling hours, having a chaperone or escort when a young man and woman were together, and appropriate dances. To be caught going against any of these rules would be grounds for endless gossip, or even a social pariah.
Dear reader, let me now tell you about some of my most recent favorite regency romance novels.

Miss Genevieve Wilde—a magistrate’s daughter and independent heiress—is determined to meet life’s challenges all on her own, just as her late father had taught her. So when her father’s pocket watch is stolen, she will do anything to get it back, especially when the local authorities prove incompetent.
Upon reading an advertisement in the paper, she takes a chance and contacts a thief-taker to find the watch. It’s a choice Ginny regrets when former Bow Street officer Jack Travers arrives on her doorstep. He is frustratingly flirtatious, irritatingly handsome, and entirely unpredictable, and Ginny wonders if she’ll be able to resist such a man.
But after Ginny discovers that the missing watch is just a small part of a larger, more frightening plot against her, she needs Jack’s help more than ever. To protect her home and her reputation, the two enter into a risky charade—pretending Jack is her cousin so he can begin his investigation, starting with the household staff. As they work together to unravel the mystery, Ginny finds herself falling fast for her charismatic thief-taker, leaving her heart in just as much danger as her life.
Dear reader, given the norm of arranged marriages at the time, is it any surprise that many regency romance novels center around the main female character declaring she will marry for love, instead of money, fame, title, etc.? I’ve lost track of how many books I have read in this vein, and yet I never tire of them! How realistic that was for the time is up for question, but that doesn’t detract from my enjoyment in the least.
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