Guest Post | A Period of Adjustment by Ellie Thomas

The lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog! This time, she’ll be talking about her new release A Period of Adjustment, so make sure to read on.

Thank you so much, Ofelia, for having me back on the blog again! I’m Ellie, I write Historical MM Romance and today, I’m here to chat about my new release, A Period of Adjustment.

This is the tenth story in my Twelve Letters series, set in Regency London with an ensemble cast of four established couples. In the ninth story, A United Front, released in April, one of my couples, Jolyon Everett and Daniel Walters were threatened with blackmail. Their friends rallied around and managed to subdue the threat, but Jo and Daniel were left rattled by this close call.

When the JMS Books Anniversary submission call was announced with a Date Night theme, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for Daniel and Jo to work out their remaining issues from the recent crisis.

As this is the tenth novella in this long-running series, by now, I know these characters intimately. What interested me about the aftermath of the attempted blackmail was how the couple would react as individuals.

Daniel Walters is a working class man who has attained the position of managing a tailor’s shop through sheer hard work and skill. In A United Front, when he’s approached by the potential blackmailer, Daniel has the street smarts to temporarily keep the corrupt constable temporarily at bay.

But once the threat is removed, Daniel feels on shaky ground. He might be surrounded by loyal friends, but unlike Jo, he doesn’t have the protection of social class. As a self-made man, it occurs to him how much he might have lost in terms of reputation, which would have a drastic effect on his livelihood and his future.

Despite four happy years together, Daniel’s fears and insecurities come roaring back, and he feels unable to communicate his feelings to Jo. It doesn’t help that, at least superficially, Jo appears to have thrown off the episode and is behaving as normal.

I thought that a ‘date night’ was the perfect occasion for these two to have an opportunity to communicate their feelings and put their relationship back on track.

Blurb

Sequel to A United Front

In London during the spring of 1818, the close-knit group of men successfully routed a recent threat of extortion that particularly impacted Jo Everett and Daniel Walters.

The after-effects might linger, but everyday life and other challenges keep all four couples occupied.

Luc, the musician, and Harry, the actor, are heavily involved with a production at Drury Lane Theatre.

Ben is helping Edward to counter his father’s edict that Edward quits London to take the reins of the family doctor’s practice in Wiltshire, leaving behind his lover and his medical research.

Meanwhile, Percy is out of sorts at the prospect of his sister Eustacia’s upcoming wedding. As usual, his long-suffering lover Nathan bears the brunt of Percy’s mercurial moods.

Life above the tailor’s shop at Tottenham Court Road has apparently returned to normal since the banishment of the corrupt constable, Jabeth Snell. But neither Jo nor Daniel has fully recovered from their close escape.

Jo is trying to put on a brave face while Daniel’s old doubts have resurfaced, making him keep Jo at a distance.

Can Jo and Daniel weather the storm and return to their previously happy existence? And will their friends rally round to help them reconcile?

Excerpt:

Have you finished for the day, Mr. Jo?” Cribbins asked while Jo placed the completed stack of letters on the hall table ready for the post boy.

That’s right, Cribbins. Ben told me not to linger once I’d finished today’s quota of epistles.”

Rather you than me,” Cribbins said, eyeing the pile of papers. “I’ll stick to polishing the silver.”

Why, is Ben such a stickler?”

Not so you’d notice. Someone has to keep the captain up to certain standards, even if they aren’t his own. I call it a work in progress.”

They grinned at each other.

Talking of standards,” Jo said, his mind turning to the recent upset. “Have you come across your friend Arkwright recently?”

This official served at the same magistrate’s court as Snell but was of a different pedigree entirely, and had been a soldier under Ben’s command. With some prompting from Cribbins, Arkwright had been pivotal in engineering Snell’s removal from London.

Since Cribbins and Ben were in close alignment, Jo had very few secrets from Ben’s manservant, the most reliable of men who he regarded as a friend.

Funny you should say that, sir. I bumped into him only this afternoon, on my way back from the cobblers. You know how the captain needs his boots specially adjusted these days.”

Jo nodded at this allusion to Ben’s injured foot, or what remained of it.

Arkwright was in no hurry and seemed pleased to see me. We shared a jug of ale as he was keen to relate his tidings of Snell.”

It was typical of Cribbins to refer to the potentially life-ruining scandal in such oblique terms.

He’s had plenty of practice at circumventing a trigger for Ben’s moods and rages.

There’s been neither hide nor hair of Snell in Soho or thereabouts. Mind you, plenty of fellows seek him and not to enquire after his health,” Cribbins said knowingly, doubtless referring to the criminal element to whom Snell owed money. “Snell’s missus had the bags packed on the cart off to Southwark sharpish,” Cribbins paused for effect. “Although that’s probably because they owed three months rent.”

Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

Indeed, sir. I reckon Snell’s lying low in Battersea, out of the reach of any rogues. And from what Arkwright says, it’s not a comfortable billet. Mr. Thompson, the local magistrate is a God-fearing sort, close to Methodist in inclination. Arkwright says he makes Mr. Madingley seem like a Sybarite in comparison.”

Jo laughed at that colourful description of the eminently respectable Soho magistrate, a friend of Nathan’s and a new acquaintance to Ben, who had been delighted to rid the district of Snell and his nefarious schemes.

There’s no scope for Snell’s schemes in Battersea, what with Mr. Thompson watching him like a hawk. There’s more sheep than people in that direction, anyway,” Cribbins said with the lofty condescension of a seasoned city dweller. “The magistrate disapproves of gambling and doesn’t hold with his men drinking spirits.”

So it looks like Snell is forced into being a sober citizen.”

Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving cove.”

I have to say, that’s certainly brightened up my day.”

I thought it might, sir. Are you off home now?”

Perhaps Jo was simply feeling oversensitive, but there seemed to be slightly too much understanding on Cribbins’ weather-beaten features.”

I thought I’d drop into Jackson’s for a bit of sparring before preparing for the evening’s revelry.”

Better than going home to have Daniel invent yet another reason to keep out of my way.

In recent training sessions, Jo had imagined Snell’s smug face imprinted on the punching bag, giving him some measure of satisfaction.

Ben’s got an invitation for tonight’s ball, too. He must have accepted as I spotted the card on the mantel.”

That’ll please him.” Cribbins grinned. Ben was vocal in his dislike of frivolity. “I’d better get his evening suit brushed down and ready, so he’ll have no excuses.”

Rather you than me, in that respect.

We have to suffer our lot in life. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then, Mr. Jo.”

Indeed, you will, Cribbins, despite the gallons of Champagne I’ll be obliged to consume this evening.”

I’ll be sure to have the coffee ready. Strong enough to stand a spoon in.”

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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.

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Guest Post | The Perfect Number by Ellie Thomas

Today, the lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog. She’s here to tell us a little about her latest release, The Perfect Number, so keep on reading!

Thank you so much, Ofelia for having me back on the blog again! I’m Ellie, and I write Historical MM Romance. I have a brand new short story release which is a free short read!

The Perfect Number puts together the three newsletter bonus chapters in my Regency MMM An Unlikely Alliance trilogy. Each roughly 1k word story is has an individual point of view from one of my three MCs.

The first story, The Spare Man is from the perspective of Humphrey Atkinson, the most privileged and yet the least confident of my trio. It takes place after the events of the first novella An Unlikely Alliance when Humphrey hooks up with Clem and then Abe and they subsequently decide to become a trio.

I loved writing Humphrey’s story as he’s such a loveable character. He’s kind and modest to a fault despite being from the gentry and living in the eminently respectable area of Bloomsbury with his aunt. In society, Humphrey is regarded as the useful spare man of the story title, and being modest, he more than fulfils his role to a fault. As a result, Humphrey is unable to see beyond his usefulness to others.

Humphrey’s shyness is partly due to his awareness that he is gay and the knowledge that this is a social disadvantage at the very least. Any previous experiences have been with friends who have bestowed their sexual favours only when no willing female is available. However, after the start of his relationship with Clem and Abe, Humphrey finds himself in the entirely new situation of being desired and appreciated. This has given Humphrey a measure of confidence and perception which is revealed during this short story.

He’s still obliging and courteous as ever, but his growing self-worth means that he doesn’t regard himself merely as useful to others, and that his feelings and desires matter, too.

Blurb:

These three 1.5k-word stories are bonus chapters for the Regency MMM An Unlikely Alliance trilogy, featuring a short story from the point of view of each of the three men, Humphrey, Abe and Clem.

In The Spare Man, modest gentleman Humphrey Atkinson reflects on recent events and the tumultuous effect that Abe and Clem have had on his previously quiet life.

Former hard man Abe Pengelly is in the spotlight for Privilege and Preferment, firstly in trouble with his mother after a drunken night out and then getting the better of an arrogant young sprig at the military headquarters of Horse Guards, Abe’s new and respectable workplace.

Excerpt:

It was nearly lunchtime before Abe emerged from his bedroom, still feeling slightly the worse for wear. Humphrey had also arisen, and after a subdued farewell, hurried home to assure his Aunt Cece that he wasn’t lying dead in a ditch.

Abe recalled Humphrey’s unusual pallor. He looks how I feel.

When Abe shook Clem’s shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to waken him, Clem moaned piteously and buried his face in the pillows.

I’ll leave him to sleep it off, Abe decided before heading downstairs with a sense of trepidation.

There was an occasion in his extreme youth when he and the kitchen girl had got foxed on a stash of gin secreted by one of his mum’s fellow incumbents at the Covent Garden seraglio where Abe had grown up. His mother’s fury was unprecedented. He had never since reeled home in a state of inebriation.

During his years hovering on the brink of outright criminality, Abe was far too leery of the company he kept in the environs of the Old Red Lion to let down his guard. It was a measure of his trust in Clem and Humphrey that he had allowed himself to become a trifle mellow the night before.

Although Mum might not appreciate that sentiment, he thought glumly as he reached the ground floor.

Abe was less concerned about his mother’s disapproval than her disappointment in him. From his earliest childhood, they had always been close, the two of them against the world. The idea of disillusioning his most constant supporter made Abe’s head ache worse than the mild megrim induced by last night’s overindulgence.

He found Lucy in the kitchen, moving the luncheon pots and pans around with unnecessary force. Their maid took one look at Abe and scuttled off towards the scullery.

I’m for it, then.

Abe took a seat at the kitchen table and waited for his mum to deign to notice him. Eventually, Lucy turned to face him, her generous mouth set in a grim unsmiling line.

I suppose you’re in need of a pot of coffee?”

I don’t want to put you to any bother, Mum. I can make it myself.”

Lucy huffed, ignoring Abe’s offer. She reached for the kettle and slammed it down on the stove.

Abe winced.

It wasn’t going to be easy to get back in her good graces. Due to a natural sense of self-preservation, he kept silent until Lucy set a mug of coffee in front of him.

Thank you.”

Lucy stood over him with her arms folded.

What do you have to say for yourself then, Absolom?”

I’m sorry, Mum. It won’t happen again.”

It’s one thing you for you to get into such a sorry state, and I’m surprised at Humphrey, too, but luring that poor lamb into drunken insensibility? I have to say, I’m thoroughly ashamed of you.”

Abe was within his rights to point out that Lucy’s poor lamb was more than accustomed a surfeit of drink. Clem’s capacity for gin or beer was apparently limitless.

Hollow legs, that one.

It was the Champagne that did for Clem, a beverage with which he was generally unaccustomed. However, Abe didn’t dare mention his theory aloud.

Sorry, Mum,” he repeated, in the hope that if he apologised enough, she might start to believe him. “Clem’s still sleeping it off. And we made sure he drank a glass of water last night before going to bed.”

Lucy didn’t reply.

But she topped up his mug, an indication that her rancour was softening. Abe felt much more awake and alert after a few gulps of coffee with a sharper recall of the night’s events.

Apart from giving Farquarson a good clouting,” he said. “We had another reason for celebration. I spoke to Mr. Travers before we left the theatre. He told me I would have a new position at Horse Guards, starting on Monday.”

A promotion?” Lucy’s eyes grew wide.

So he said.”

Lucy forgot her annoyance and sat next to Abe at the table.

Why, Absolom, that’s wonderful news, and most unexpected. You’ve only been there a matter of weeks.”

I don’t think I’ll be running the place yet, Mum.”

He vaguely remembered passing on his good tidings to his lovers which had caused Humphrey to order a fourth bottle of Champagne.

Things were slightly hazy after that.

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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.

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Guest Post | A United Front by Ellie Thomas

The lovely Ellie Thomas is back on the blog. Keep on reading to learn more about her latest release, A United Front!

Thank you so much, Ofelia, for having me back on the blog again! I’m Ellie, I write Historical MM Romance and today, I’m here to chat about my new release, A United Front.

In the ninth story of my Twelve Letters series, I explore how my ensemble cast reacts when one of the couples comes under threat from an outside force.

When corrupt constable Jabeth Snell attempts to extort Jo Everett, and seems to be veering on the edge of discovering his relationship with Daniel Walters, this sends shock waves throughout the tight-knit group of friends.

The joy of writing firmly established characters is that I can guess their likely reactions. Jo’s best friend, Captain Ben Harding, not one to suffer fools gladly, would resort to extreme violence, given half a chance. His partner Edward is typically staunch and quick to stay Ben’s murderous impulses. Actor Harry and musician Luc, although less directly involved, are sympathetic and supportive to what their friends are going through.

Jo immediately appeals to Nathan Brooks after Snell’s first approach. Nathan is clear headed and practical but also alarmed at this turn of events. His youth lover Percy, although concerned for Jo and Daniel, would be more inclined to pay off Snell rather than bother with a complex plan to get rid of the man.

Although the threat centres on Jo, and subsequently, Daniel, the closeness of this circle of men is proved by their sticking together. Each man reacts in a characteristic way, with their own contribution. That diversity proved to be the group’s strength.

They immediately conclude that what threatens one of them, threatens the entire group. They act accordingly, coming up with a sound plan to get rid of the threat once and for all and staunchly protecting Jo and Daniel.

Blurb:

In 1818, Jolyon Everett’s happy existence in Regency London seems assured with his lover Daniel Walters and their tight-knit group of companions, consisting of three other couples.

When Edward Stephens, the sweetheart of Jo’s best friend, Captain Ben Harding, comes to Jo for advice, his family issue seems the only blot on a clear horizon.

But soon, Jo faces another dilemma, involving a threat of blackmail looming over his and Daniel’s relationship with alarming ramifications for their friends.

By banding together, can the small society of men fend off this encroaching peril? And will Jo and Daniel be able to continue their life together, uninterrupted from danger?

Excerpt:

Good afternoon, sir. May I help you? Were you looking to make an appointment? I’m afraid that we are almost completely booked up for the bulk of the Season.”

The fellow ignored Daniel’s patter. Taking off his hat to reveal his scanty hair, he lounged against the polished surface of the counter.

I ain’t in need of new duds, as I told that longshanks of a shop boy,” he said. “Rather some intelligence that you might be willing to spill. Tis remarkable how a word in the right ear can save a body a whole heap of trouble.”

His smile was as amicable as a shark.

Snell was only slighter taller than Daniel, at least a decade older and much heavier, with most of his extra weight carried around his protruding midriff. Despite his unprepossessing appearance, Daniel instinctively knew it would be dangerous to underestimate him.

Then I am unable to assist you,” Daniel said crisply. “At Shelford’s our customers must have complete confidence in our discretion. You must have mistaken us for a coffee shop or tavern.”

Ho, ho.” Snell’s laugh didn’t reach his flinty eyes. “I’ve been led to believe that this is the domicile of a certain Mr. Jolyon Everett, formerly of Orange Street. Now,” he said with a smirk. “What’s a fine gentleman doing, relocating from where the nobs congregate? I mean, it’s good enough for the likes of you and me. But the gentry don’t usually disport themselves to mingle with trade.”

Snell’s inference bordered on the obscene.

You can’t blame me for wondering why?” Snell leaned familiarly across the counter.

It took every ounce of Daniel’s control not to shrink away. He forced himself to feign mild interest.

Timmy’s robust defence, although well-intentioned, had only sharpened the man’s interest.

It’s wiser to pretend to play him at his own game.

As I have already related, by Mr. Shelford’s direction, we cannot disclose any details about our customers, financial or otherwise. Even if they’re dished up and don’t have a feather to fly with. I can only tell you that Mr. Everett is amongst our clientage,” Daniel paused before adding with feigned regret. “If I was minded to divulge more, once word got around, we’d be losing business in a shake of a rat’s tale. And that would cost me my job.”

Snell rubbed his poorly shaven chin thoughtfully.

As one working man to another, I can understand your dilemma. Considering Mr. E is your neighbour, you might pass on the odd crumb without risking your position, or even slip me the key to his rooms for a look-see when he’s not around,” Snell said unctuously. “Dip deeply at the tables does he? Or perhaps he has an expensive filly stashed away around the corner at Oxford Street? A gentleman would have to pay through the nose for all them there accoutrements a pretty ladybird requires. Or maybe his tastes run in another direction?” Snell looked Daniel up and down. “You must be aware of his comings and goings, pass the time of day on the stairs and so on. Surely he’s given you a hint? I’ll make it worth your while.”

I wouldn’t know,” Daniel shrugged indifferently. “I keep to my station as the gentry do to theirs. Mind you,” He allowed some doubt to creep into his voice, “Perhaps Mr. Everett isn’t quite the gentleman he seems if a constable is making enquiries. I wouldn’t want to be tarnished by another man’s misdoings. Which magistrate’s district are you from? Soho, I presume, as it’s the closest. Marlborough Street court, is it?” He asked ingenuously.

That’s right,” Snell agreed. “Just around the corner. Makes us neighbours, near enough.”

Daniel repressed a shudder of revulsion.

Strictly speaking,” Snell continued. “I’m making enquiries on my own behalf. It’s a remarkable how a man can earn a bit on the side using the tricks of the trade.” He tapped the side of his fleshy nose. “It pays one way or another to watch and learn. This is unofficial-like and strictly off the books, although between you and me, some of the magistrates would trip over their own shoe buckles if they weren’t stuck on.”

Snell grinned ingratiatingly. Daniel forced himself to smile.

I’ll leave you to think on it.” Snell straightened up. Daniel half-expected to discover a smear of grease staining the counter. “Since you know where I am, you can come and find me at Marlborough Street. Just ask for Jabeth Snell. And if not, well,” Snell grinned, “I might decide to investigate you instead.”

Book links:

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Bio:

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.

Website: https://elliethomasromance.wordpress.com/

Facebook reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/8308047409266947

Twitter/X: @e_thomas_author

Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/elliethomas.bsky.social