I wanted to share and answer a few of the questions I’ve been asked by readers who have personally shared their feedback with me about The Lady and the Scoundrel.
Is Charlotte Astor a flawed protagonist? Why did you choose this for her?
The short answer is yes: Charlotte makes mistakes. A flawed protagonist refers to a lead that doesn’t have all the good qualities expected from a hero, which also doesn’t mean that they’re not good people. I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her.
A lot of the novels I’ve read online choose to make their female protagonists the epitome of what some people consider all the good qualities a woman should have: they are kind, relatable, selfless, sometimes to a fault. They let their antagonists step all over them until later on in the story, they gain confidence and step up to the situations life puts in their way.
Charlotte, on the other hand, already has a very strong personality from the beginning. She speaks her mind and doesn’t let anyone trample all over her. She isn’t mean, but she won’t let anyone take advantage of her… except for the people she loves. I want her to be real, and real people have shades of grey. They make mistakes. They give in to their desires sometimes. One of Charlotte’s antagonists is herself, and I wanted to explore her personal growth through the conflicts she has thanks to the decisions she makes.
What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel?
I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has to survive in a world built for men.
The story takes place in the 1990s, a time when workplace gender equality wasn’t taken too seriously. A lot has changed since then, but it’s still an issue. Charlotte is a professional who has to survive in that environment, while also playing the game of life with multiple characters who don’t take her seriously or expect her to act a certain way because that's the way they think she should act and behave. I didn’t set out to write something that addresses these issues directly, but they became a part of her world as I planned out the novel.
What are your long-term plans for the novel?
Without spoiling anything, there’s still a lot that’s going to happen to Charlotte Astor. I’ve planned out the story so it spans a few years, so we’ll see! It all depends on how well it does, so if you like the story, please share it with your friends and leave a review. There’s nothing more gratifying to an author than to hear what readers enjoy in their stories.
Thank you so much for reading!
Charlotte headed into the kitchen after splashing cold water on her face, looking for Logan. She didn't know how to explain it, but she felt an inexplicable... emptiness after waking up and not finding him there.Flashes of their encounter last night flooded her mind. She knew she was being ridiculous. What had happened between them -again- was just pure, undeniable sexual attraction. Adding to how much the two had drunk, what happened was just inevitable. That was all it was. It was all slightly blurry, but it still made her blush. Logan was sitting on the wide balcony, enjoying a buffet-style breakfast displayed on the table. It was a lavish feast, and Charlotte's stomach growled in response to the sight. She knew she should take a shower or at least change before letting Logan see her in the state she was in, but her empty stomach was stronger. "Good morning," Charlotte groaned as she slid the glass door open. "Good morning." Logan briefly smiled at her. "We're leaving for Sav
A few hours later, Charlotte couldn’t feel her feet. The upstairs area was apparently reserved only for a few people, so she danced with Logan as if it was only the two of them there. At some point, she sat down and gulped some water, resting her head on the lush velvet couch. The next thing she felt was someone softly lifting her up while the music pounded into her ears.“What?” she said groggily.“You fell asleep.” It was Logan carrying her. His deep voice sobered her instantly. “I can walk!” she quickly said, squirming to set her legs down. But his arms were stronger, and he held on to her. “Your shoe is broken,” Logan said, looking straight ahead. Thankfully, this seemed to be pretty normal around here. No one even glanced in their direction as he headed down a hallway that ended with an emergency exit. Charlotte lifted her leg and realized that it was true; one of the heels on her stilettos was snapped in half. She focused on his face. He didn’t seem angry or annoyed, just
Charlotte sipped on the cool, fruity drink. It was a soothing balm against the humid, night air. Logan’s penthouse had balconies all around it, giving whoever sat outside a view of not only the sunrise over the ocean, but the sunset towards the sprawling city of Miami to the west. “Do you have everything you need?” he asked her, squinting as the last rays of sunlight peered over the horizon, hitting his face and bathing it in a golden light. How had she never noticed how handsome he was? Well, she had, but she had ignored it. For so many reasons… “I have way more than I need,” she replied, setting the drink down and smiling at him. When Logan made her promise that he could buy her anything he wanted, she didn’t imagine just how much he felt enough was. They had spent a better part of the afternoon all over downtown, going from store to store. A valet followed them, burdened by the sheer amount of shopping bags filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, and jewelry. What was
"What kind of deal?" Charlotte pulled back a little. Because of where Logan sat, he towered over her, and this positioning was never good for negotiating. She had learned a lot from body language throughout the years, and it was never good to make deals when one of the negotiators was sitting in a position that implied power."Come with me to Savannah." Logan leaned back against the desk. "This trip I'm taking is not business-related. I'm going to go visit family and attend a high school friend's wedding. Let's pretend that nothing has happened between us yet. We're just good friends attending a wedding. If, after this trip, you want to keep working for me, I will back off and do whatever you want to make you feel comfortable. I will strictly be your boss. If you want to keep doing... this, whatever this is, I will open up an independent law firm that you will own and manage and you can have nothing to do with me. I think it's time you stopped working for other people w
Once the elevator doors opened on Logan's floor, Charlotte let out a long sigh. Things had happened so fast, and she had just realized what she had done. On the one hand, she couldn't be anything but grateful to Janet for telling her the truth about Floyd, and she was only sad she hadn't known this sooner. But because of the actions she took once she learned the truth, not only was Janet out of a job but technically, so was she. Logan had hired her via the company, and even if she was sure he would be happy to hire her personally, it felt a little demeaning for her. Janet was another story. She was her responsibility now. "Is this Logan Hamilton's office?" Janet said, poking her head out of the elevator and looking around as if she had walked into a cave and not an office floor. "Go, go!" Charlotte nudged Janet to step out and then gestured for her to follow. Stuart greeted her at the front desk, and this time, she saw
Floyd walked inside his office and slowly sat behind the desk, interlacing cupping his together, placing them on the desk.Outside, Lisa stood in awe of the scene before her. "Do you-"Charlotte slammed the door in Lisa's face. She'd apologize to her later."I'm not even going to ask what you were doing rummaging through my private files," Floyd said, staring Charlotte down. "I assume you read what's in there?""I did..." Charlotte said, slowly sitting down on the seat in front of Floyd's desk."Charlotte, that was a misunderstanding. A confabulation that my sister made up. She's always envied me, and this was her way of getting back at me for-""I don't care," Charlotte interrupted him. "I couldn't care less what you say happened, Floyd."Then she began to laugh wholeheartedly, out of anger and relief, but mostly relief, because she had been right about Floyd all along, albeit unknowingly. He had been sitting in tha