Back in the seventies, I wrote a Georgette Heyer pastiche, but by the time I got it typed up to send around, the second wave of Regency romances had pretty much taken over, at least in the USA: spicy, the heroines hopping into the sack with the heroes. Along with the sex came the modernization of the heroines--they were often on a first name basis with everyone by page ten, they went off alone through London without a thought, etc. Readers seemed to want that, though I didn't, so I pretty much stopped reading them, and parked the ms.
Well, a few years back I took it out again, reread it, liked the plot though the Heyer pastiche made me wince, so I began the slow process of rewriting it, but this time, for fun, I'd stick with vocabulary and interactions from Jane Austen's time. But that would mean I'd have to drop the more lively portions of the plot (Austen makes fun of the action of Gothicks in Northanger but never indulges them), and she uses aristocrats only to satirize, so I amended my goal to more of a silver fork feel, because let's face it, readers don't pick up a Regency romance in order to exercise their solidarity with the proletariat.
So here it is, an old-fashioned Regency romance. (Connected, because I can't help thinking that way, to REVENANT EVE, the third Dobrenica book.)