I have and I loved it. The best part is the creative kismet of Disney's remake. The new movie coincides with the upcoming release of my Cinderella-themed romance, The Lady Meets Her Match.
In 2012, the story sprang to mind featuring the same rags-to-riches romance we've all come to love...with some new twists. Here are few of them:
The Same ~ The heroine, Claire Mayhew, a commoner like Cinderella, attends a ball wearing the iconic blue gown.
Different ~ Cinderella leaves behind a glass slipper. Lovely as those shoes are, Claire Mayhew takes a new approach to ballroom footwear. You might be surprised what she leaves behind.
The Same ~ I was so glad Disney gave the fairy godmother an update. Saucy French woman, Juliette Sauveterre, plays a loose adaptation of the fairy godmother in my book, but don't typecast her as frumpy.
The Same ~ Midnight marks the magic's end. Claire Mayhew in The Lady Meets Her Match wears a mask. At midnight, the mask must come off, but the hero can't know her true identity.
Different ~ Cyrus Ryland, hero in The Lady Meets Her Match, is a wealthy commoner. A man of humble midland roots, he's called the King of Commerce.
He scours London, looking for the mysterious woman. When he finds her, he gets the biggest surprise: Claire Mayhew wants nothing to do with him at all.
An Excerpt in which a seduction has ended and a challenge has begun:
In the haze of their garden seduction, heels clicked sharp sounds
on stone, snapping their attention to the house. The luncheon. Lucinda
stood on the elevated courtyard behind the drawing room, her hands
clasped at her waist.
“Cyrus, Miss Mayhew,” she called out to them. “Our guests have
arrived for luncheon. Will you join us?”
“Of course.” Cyrus rose from the bench in one fluid movement.
How could he acclimate so quickly? Claire’s mind and body drifted,
in a muddled state from nerve-melting heat. Her legs needed a minute
before they’d work right, she was sure.
Cyrus offered his hand as though he understood she needed steadying.
“You can do this.”
Standing upright, she smoothed her skirts, grateful for a few seconds
to collect herself. Several pairs of female eyes peered at them from the
expanse of glass doors. Poised as the two of them were, they could be
a curiosity on display.
But her courage faltered. “I’m not sure I can begin this, Cyrus.”
A low laugh rumbled from his chest, sounding more predatory than humored.
There, under the garden tree for all to witness, he lifted her hand to his lips
and kissed her, his mouth lingering on her skin. He’d as good as marked her as
his with the romantic gesture, the move enchanting as it was goading. His
gray stare met hers over the small scar on her hand, and he planted a kiss there.
“Can’t begin this?” His deep-timbered voice was firm. “We already have.”
She opened her mouth, but no retort came. Her skin flushed, and she didn’t
miss the challenge in his eyes.
“I’m not a man for games, but what goes between us is like chess. The next move is yours.”
* * *
Claire Mayhew wants her hard won independence…a mid-town shop of her own. She resists the scorching attraction with Mr. Ryland — her new landlord, but Cyrus isn’t a man who gives up easily.
What's a man to do if Cinderella doesn't want her shoe back?
Do you have a favorite fairy tale?