Hello Reader Friends!
I’m BEYOND excited to be back with my Petticoats and Pistols family again today!
And I get to share the brainstorming behind my new series, The Lords of the Rockies. This idea has been percolating in my mind for a couple of years now—a mash-up of two of my favorite historical romance worlds: Regency England and the rugged American West.
When we think about the American West, English dukes and titled gentlemen don’t usually come to mind. We picture cowboys, homesteaders, and folks chasing a fresh start under wide western skies—not men raised in manor houses an ocean away.
But here’s the fun historical truth: English aristocrats really did head west, especially younger sons who had little waiting for them back home.
In England, the system of primogeniture meant the eldest son inherited the title, the estate, and the future. Younger sons were expected to find respectable paths—often the military, the church, or law—but not everyone was suited to those roles. And not every family could afford to set each son up comfortably.
For many of those younger sons, the American West offered something England didn’t: opportunity without expectation.
Out West, no one cared who your father was. What mattered was whether you could work hard, hold
your own, and pull your weight. Land could be earned. A man could reinvent himself. Titles meant little when cattle needed herding and fences needed mending.
British newspapers and letters home talked about open land, ranching opportunities, mining booms, and railroads pushing into new territory. English money was already flowing into western investments, so the idea of heading to America didn’t feel quite as far-fetched as we might think.
Some English gentlemen came west to manage land or investments. Others came for adventure—or escape. Quite a few stayed and put down real roots.
There are plenty of real-life examples of Englishmen trading tailored coats for dusty boots. Some learned quickly that ranch life was harder than it looked. Those who succeeded were the ones willing to set aside Old World habits and embrace western practicality.
For men raised with strict expectations they never chose, the West offered something powerful: a chance to be judged by who they were, not who they were born to be.
Of course, the past doesn’t always stay put. An unexpected death, a title suddenly in play, or family duty could call a man back across the Atlantic—sometimes just when he’d found the life that fit him best.
That tug-of-war between duty and freedom is one of the most fascinating parts of this little corner of history.

That blend of English tradition and western grit is what inspired my Lords of the Rockies series. In Book One, Mail-Order Duchess, English inheritance finally catches up with a life built in Montana. And in Book Two, Mail-Order Baroness—coming February 10th!—the ripple effects of those aristocratic ties continue to complicate lives that once felt safely distant from England.
Because when English aristocrats head to the American west, things are bound to get interesting.
I pray you love Mail-Order Duchess—and that you’ll be just as excited to return to Montana for Mail-Order Baroness very soon!
To celebrate, I’m excited to give away a signed copy of Mail-Order Duchess! To be entered for the giveaway, I’d love to hear what you think: If you could reinvent yourself in the American West, what would you do—and where would you go? Let me know in the comments!
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After this week, I think I’d go somewhere warmer, maybe Texas Hill Country. Seamstress.
I think I agree with you, Denise! I’m ready for warm. ??
I’m not sure my sewing skills would translate to the Old West. Years ago when my husband insisted I use a treadle machine (was supposed to be less of an assault on his allergies/sensitivities), I never really got the hang of it (bicycling has always eluded me, too). But, hand sewing I can do, so I’d probably earn an income that way.
Your new series sounds great; I’ve always liked Regencies since discovering Georgette Heyer in high school.
Wow, Mary, I love that you’ve worked on a treadle machine! When I was a kid, I played some on my grandmother’s old treadle machine, and I can attest to how hard the coordination is. 🙂
P.S. Forgot the “where” part! After growing up outside Washington, D.C. then living in CA’s high desert the rest of my life, I’d probably opt for the Ohio wilderness (traversing the Rockies by car was bad enough). Maybe Laura Ingalls Wilder and I would’ve met…
I love reading about the Ohio wilderness in books by authors like Laura Frantz and Lori Benton. The woods and grasslands and rivers sound like teh best of all the worlds. 🙂
This whole premise sounds very intriguing! Look forward to reading them.
I pray you love them, Ginni!
I would love to be a wagon train leader going to the rocky mountains or even to the Tetons
Ooo, that would be an amazing job, Chrystal. Lots of hard work but an incredible experience!
I would prefer to be a librarian if I went to a place that had one, but if not, I’d probably be a teacher since that’s what I did for 30 years. I already have Mail-Order-Duchess and look forward to the rest of the series.
I’m also looking forward to seeing you in Fort Mill in April.
Oh, Janice!!! I can’t wait to see you there! 🙂
I would do something totally different, I am more reserved, quiet and shy so maybe I’d be a traveling performer lol.
How fun! That really is what it means to reinvent yourself, isn’t it? 🙂
I guess I would either farm or open a mercantile. I like reading about the western frontier, but I can’t see me making it in the west.
That’s one of the wonderful thing about stories, isn’t it? You get to experience things that maybe you wouldn’t really want to go through in real life. 🙂
Welcome back Misty! I have always wanted to go to Wyoming/Montana area. I’m sure it would be on a ranch. If I had the funds, I’m sure I would be drawing or painting. Not sure I would have much time for that back in those days though!
Your new series sounds intriguing, A bit different from your other books! I look forward to reading them!
Best wishes!
Thanks, Tracy! It would be amazing to have those Rocky Mountains in front of you all the time to draw or paint, wouldn’t it?
I would have gone with a store. But I wonder if the there was a legal mechanism to be declared dead i the old countries. You could really disappear into the Old West. If there were hard feelings about family history, would you really want to return to be responsible for the family that shoved you aside? Interesting dynamics for plotting.
Look foward to this series! Thanks.
Oo, yes, Kate! Lots of fun story ideas there!
This is a great idea for a new series; I never gave much thought to Englishmen in the American West. Can’t wait to read the books. I would open a library in my home to get books into the public’s hands!
I love the home library idea, Karen!
Praying you love this new series!
I would go somewhere in the west, not sure where. I think I would have been a teacher.
Sounds like a wonderful profession! 🙂
Somewhere warm with no snow. I would probably be teacher.
We’re getting another round of snow tomorrow, Ann, so I’m feeling that same way. 🙂
I don’t know. Guess I’d decide when I got there, or see what the Lord had for me. What interests me is the freedom of the West. Titled aristocrats can reinvent themselves, but so can women.
Yes!
This was an easy question for me because of how much I LOVE the time of Laura Ingalls Wilder and have traveled to all the homesites where her family lived. My favorite time period is the 1800s and reading about the the pioneers who risked everything to travel by wagon to build a new homestead for their family. They had so many struggles, yet endured so many hardships to build a new life for themselves. (Now, we have a hard time if we’re without electricity or internet for 1 hour.)
I would travel with the Ingalls family and help them hunt, take care of the girls, help drive the team, and entertain the girls at night as they relax.
I love this, Susan! Sounds perfect. 🙂
Hey Misty! If I lived out West I’d hope to marry a handsome cowboy; live on a ranch, cook and learn to ride horses. Yahoo. I love to cook and am pretty good at it. The horse riding will take some practice ?
Sounds like an amazing life! 🙂
I have read both and I really love this series. The two cultures meeting and adjusting to each other is fantastic. Great story writing. I always am so excited to get another of your books in hand. Many thanks, Misty.
If I could reinvent myself, I truly do not know what I would choose to be. I did grow up on a farm, but mostly, I took care of the chickens, and other times I helped my older sister milk the cows. Gardening with my mother was another, not too well liked, duty. That leaves me with the possibility of owning a dress shop as I have been a very good seamstress.
Oh, I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed them, Judy!! 🙂
I’m SO glad you’ve enjoyed them, Judy!! 🙂
I would go out to Wyoming or one of the Dakotas. I would own a bar.
That’s one of my favorite parts of the country. 🙂
I am loving this series. I would be a schoolteacher.
I would be a teacher or business owner in the community, somewhere west of the Mississippi.
Welcome back Misty. I would have liked to run or work in a bakery in the warm part of California. I love the mountains and the scenery in Montana, but I don’t think I could take the extremely cold weather.
I’d want to go to Montana or Wyoming, and I’d open my own bakery, or maybe a cafe.
I would have been an artist and gone with Lewis & Clarke to paint and draw what I saw on that journey
I just finished Mail-Order Duchess this week and can’t wait to find out what happens next. I probably would have tried my hand at running a restaurant or boarding house.
I would be a librarian in Tombstone, Arizona.
Well I was a teacher in real life so I probably would have been a teacher…maybe in the Arizona territory.
I think I would’ve gone to California or Arizona, maybe started a restaurant or bakery.
I would have went to California and became a seamstress Thank You for the chance to win a copy of your book Have a Blessed Day
I think I would go to a small town & open a library & run it as a husband & wife team. All those books my husband & I have will finally have a good use besides reading them of course.
I would go to Texas and run a ranch. LOL Hopefully back a long time ago when I was young enough to do that.
Something I would do would want to do would be culinary like running a cafe or bakery. Not sure where I would go. Maybe Oklahoma.
I did move West when I married my Cowboy/stockman only it was 1900’s not 1800’s. One of the things I learned when I moved here was my husband’s grandfather sold his original farm to a man the locals referred to as “Lord Blythe” in 1896. The historical society has quite a bit of information about Blythe who was a second son of an English Lord and therefore not a Lord himself. Some say he was one of those trying to escape some scandal. We don’t know for sure why he came to Central Washington but he did accumulate a large cattle ranch. I never learned what became of him but there don’t seem to be any descendants in this area.
Your series sounds very interesting. Love the covers.
Hi , your book sounds like a great read and I love the cover. I would go to Texas and have a farm with animals and plants. Have a great weekend.
Well, I wanted to be a teacher, but health gad other plans. So, I’d want to be a teacher in a small growing town. (Hopefully meet a handsome cowboy to marry. lol)
I would be a nurse.
Misty, good to see you back and this looks like a wonderful series!
We finally got our “back 40” sometime back; it is open range and the cattle occasionally come peer through the windows since most of the old fencing is gone, but with sparse vegetation, we look on them as beneficial fertilizers. Other than causing me to take care where I step, the cattle are good neighbors =o], especially since they are someone else’s responsibility! Happy to observe rather than take active part in the hardships of ranching!
I am not quite sure where I would go out West. I think I would go out as a teacher. Thank you for the opportunity. God bless you.
I guess I would become a seamstress to make a living. Where ever I would end up I hope it is warmer then what it is here right now.
rancher, grow crops
I would choose to go to the Northwest, like Montana or Oregon. I think I would like to be a pastor.
As a nurse and doctor’s wife, I would imagine myself in the plains of Oklahoma or the mountains of Colorado working alongside him in the clinic of a small town.
I would probably be a teacher or run a cafe. I probably would live in Texas or Oklahoma
I would probably be a Cafe owner or bakery owner, I don’t know where it would be.
I would love it!
I would be a teacher or maybe work in a bakery. I would live in a small town in the mountains, hopefully it wouldn’t get too hot in the summer.
It would be awesome to be a hard riding rancher/rancher’s wife. However, more realistically, I would likely be a school teacher. I would hope by the time I got out there, teachers didn’t have to remain unmarried. Being a teacher and a rancher’s wife would be a nice combination.
The west sounds pretty good right now get away from all this cold and snow I can’t wait for spring. Englishmen in the west sounds so interesting so many possibilities. I’m more a person like to make things and be creative so I’m thinking maybe a photography with all the beauty and interesting things that is happening. Or a dressmaker. Torn between the two.
Misty!!!
Welcome to Petticoats and Pistols.
Wow, reinvent myself. It’s a cool questions. Hmmmm
I’m stumped. I feel like I already did when i became a writer. Trust me, no one, including me, saw that coming.
I’m reading a diary right now, written by Cordelia Adair, the wife of John Adair, the man who owned the JA Ranch, the biggest ranch in Texas. This was post Civil War, but written before they bought that ranch. She’s going on a buffalo hunt and it begins in Ireland, the diary is the whole trip. So it’s long ago…1874? ish, but she’s fabulously rich.
Ships and luxury pullman car trains and the best hotels as she makes her way across the country but still, so rugged. It’s very interesting to read it.
She’s a wealthy native New Yorker. He’s a wealthy Briton. How the other half lived when St. Paul, Minnesota was a town with one paved street. I don’t think I’d do well in the frontier west…I really like air conditioning.
But my husband would make it. He’s tough.
Who knows. I might surprise myself. But I doubt it
I like the sound of this series. I really enjoyed Jodie Thomas’ books with Englishman coming to Texas.
With my nursing background I would like to have settled in the Phoenix area (warmer climate) as a doctor’s assistant. I’d also teach people about native plants and cleanliness. Maybe try to go to school to become a doctor.