Well, not exactly.
You may have noticed that my fictional worlds tend to intertwine. No matter how hard I try to write something unrelated, it invariably links back to Pink, such as “A Night at Northanger”, which was meant to be a one-off– until I decided I liked the heroine so much that I had to put her into The Garden Intrigue.
A similar phenomenon has happened with my new 1920s book, Ashford Park. (Note: the title will probably change.) I’d meant this book to be Pink-free. It’s set between 1999 New York, 1910’s London and 1920’s Kenya, about as far away from Napoleonic spies as you can get. This was all going very well until my friend Chantelle said, “Put Lord Vaughn in there!”
Of course, I wasn’t going to have Lord Vaughn time travel. That would be too creepy (as in images of him showing up on my doorstep creepy). Lord Vaughn can stay right between the covers of The Seduction of the Crimson Rose, thank you very much– because I have a strong feeling that he wouldn’t make a gracious house guest.
But once she’d mentioned it, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Kenya in the 1920s was overstocked with the offspring of ancient English noble houses, some of whom had lost their actual houses, others of whom were out for adventure. No self-respecting descendant of Lord Vaughn would be able to resist the Wanhoji Valley and its “Happy Valley Set”, with their recreational drug use, spouse swaps, and general devil may care attitude.
Yup. Lord Vaughn’s great-great-grandson is going to cause a certain amount of havoc among the unsuspecting characters in my Kenya book.
There’s only one problem. I’m having the hardest time coming up with a suitably rakish moniker for him. For some reason, he insists on being named Theophilius Vaughn– but one just can’t have a rake named Theo. It’s just not rakish.
Any suggestions for a suitably Vaughn-like 1920s nickname?