Book Review: “The Boleyn Secret” by Alison Weir

The Boleyns were one of the most infamous families during the Tudor reign in England. The rise and fall of Anne Boleyn, her father, Thomas, and her brother, George, were seismic. However, there was one Boleyn who didn’t get nearly enough attention, and that is Mary Boleyn, Anne Boleyn’s sister, who was mistress to King Henry VIII before Anne was even part of his life. Throughout history, it has been debated that Mary’s children with her first husband, William Carey, were in fact the illegitimate children of Henry VIII. Alison Weir explores the life of Mary Boleyn’s daughter, Catherine Carey, in her latest novel, “The Boleyn Secret.”

I would like to thank Ballantine Books and NetGalley for sending me a copy of this novel. Alison Weir is one of my favorite historical fiction authors, so whenever I hear that she has a new novel coming out, I jump at a chance to read it. The idea of a new novel about Catherine Carey was an appealing concept, and I could not wait to see how she would approach Catherine’s story.

Catherine, known in this novel as Kate, did not have the greatest start at court, as her first assignment was to assist her aunt Anne Boleyn in the Tower as she awaited her execution. For a young woman, it was a time that would change her life forever. Kate would help serve her cousin, Elizabeth Tudor, the recently declared bastard child of Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII. The two cousins have a strong connection that will last for decades. However, Kate falls in love with a young courtier named Francis Knollys, and they begin a life away from court at their new home, Greys Court.

While Kate is creating a family with Francis, she learns two major aspects that will define her life moving forward. She becomes aware of the secret that her mother kept until her deathbed about who Kate’s true father was. This secret will radically alter how she views her own family and her connection to Elizabeth. Kate also explores her own faith, becoming one of the Reformist faith, like Francis, but it puts the family in danger during the reign of Mary I. We get to see the struggle of those who did reform during Mary’s reign, seeking refuge in other European countries like Germany, which, at the time, was more lenient towards Reformers. When Elizabeth becomes queen, Kate believes that this will be a time of peace for her and her family. But Kate learns that Elizabeth’s love towards her cousin is possessive, and Kate is in a constant state of tug-of-war between Elizabeth and Francis with her 16 children.

Catherine Carey/Kate Knollys’ story is one filled with love and dangers of living with a secret that, if it were revealed, would alter history forever. Kate’s story is often overlooked when we talk about the Tudor dynasty, but it shows the dangers of the dynasty and what it meant to fight for your family and for love in the 16th century. I thoroughly enjoyed the way Alison Weir wrote this novel and gave Kate her own voice. If you want a delightful novel full of love and danger set in the midst of the Tudor court and focusing on a Boleyn cousin of Elizabeth I, I highly recommend you read “The Boleyn Secret” by Alison Weir.

Guest Post: “Excerpt from ‘Queen of Shadows’ by Anna Belfrage

I am pleased to welcome Anna Belfrage back to my blog to share an excerpt from her latest novel, “Queen of Shadows.” I would like to thank The Coffee Pot Book Club and Anna Belfrage for allowing me to participate in this blog tour.

Alma felt safer the moment she entered her city. One of the guards at the city gate recognised her and asked her to give his regards to her mother. She slowed her pace along the familiar streets, passed by the huge cathedral just as the bells in the Giralda rang out the noon hour, and came to an abrupt stop at the sight of her childhood home. The gates stood wide open, people spilling out from the courtyard within to stand in the street. She pushed her way through, her initial fear that something bad had happened assuaged by the laughter, the loud voices.  

The small patio was crowded with people, and sitting on a chair in the centre was Ramona, her cheeks flushed.  

“Alma!” Abuela greeted her with a hug. “How propitious that you should come today. We are celebrating.” 

One of the women present broke out in song. Several others fell in, some clapping out the rhythm. A song of love, of marriage and future babes, and Alma turned to blink at Ramona, who gave her a smug look. 

“You’re getting married?” Alma asked. 

“I am. The contracts were signed earlier today. I come with an adequate dowry, so Mamá has arranged a good marriage for me.” Ramona smirked. “Not much left for you. Or Nuria.”  

For the first time ever, Alma felt a twinge of jealousy. Not because Ramona was to wed, but because she, Alma, would never have anything to offer someone like Rodrigo.  

“Is he handsome?” she asked. 

Ramona shrugged. “I have not met him. Mamá says he is.” She lowered her voice. “He’s a widower, father of three.” 

“Ah.” Whatever jealousy she’d felt dissipated. “Is he from Sevilla?”  

“No.” Ramona frowned. “He is from Cádiz.” 

So far away!  

“Have you been there?” Ramona asked.  

She had, some years back when Doña Leonor had instead on accompanying the king when he set out to visit both Cádiz and Tarifa, central locations for his plans to one day retake Gibraltar from the Marinids.  

“Mamá says it is a good place to live.” Ramona snorted. “How would she know? She’s never been further away than the Sierra Morena.”  

“It benefits from the sea,” Alma said. “It is never as hot as Sevilla because there is always a breeze.” And it was also very small compared to Sevilla, the protective walls resulting in cramped conditions, but she did not think Ramona needed to hear this. “Is your future husband a caballero?” 

Sí. He now serves the king as a tax collector,” Ramona replied. “Before that, he served the local adelantado for years. He commanded men at the siege of 1333 but was grievously wounded and can no longer ride to war.” She cocked her head. “Mamá says the king should have persisted until he won.” 

“Mamá knows nothing of what it is to be king.” Alma knew, from listening to Doña Leonor, that the king had every intention of retaking Gibraltar, but then, back in 1333, he’d had to break the siege to handle Juan Manuel and his cohorts, who had been happily raiding their way through Castile. Outlaws and renegades, the lot of them! Since then, Juan Manuel had been reined in—until last year, when he’d allied himself with Portugal.  

“No, I suppose she doesn’t. Just as she doesn’t know anything about living in Cádiz.” Ramona sighed. “I won’t know anyone.” 

“You will make friends soon,” Alma told her. “Your husband will be so proud of you and will likely parade you round every plaza, every church.” 

Ramona gnawed her lip. “You truly think so?” 

“You are very pretty.” And also very young, only a year older than Alma. Her husband-to-be had to be at least twice her age if he’d held command in 1333. She dug into her basket and found the pair of ivory hair combs she’d intended to give Mamá. Of Moorish origin, they were old but beautiful. “Here. For the bride-to-be.” 

Ramona gaped. And then she threw her arms around Alma.  

“I bought them for you,” Alma said much later to her mother. “But Ramona—” 

“You did the right thing,” Mamá said. “You made her very happy.”   

 

Blurb: 

She should have stayed in the shadows—but Leonor de Guzmán yearned for the sun. 

Castile in the 1330s is a place of constant turmoil. King Alfonso must contend with the incursions from the Muslim Marinids, eager to reclaim Al-Andalus while struggling with repeated rebellions against his firm rule. 
 

When Alfonso needs respite, he finds it in the arms of his Leonor—the most beautiful woman in the realm. But while he may love Leonor over all others, his lawful wife, Maria of Portugal, is tired of being constantly displaced by the fair Leonor.
 

Leonor loves her man. She gives him healthy sons, a place to be himself. But she is only a mistress, even if Alfonso treats her like a queen. Leonor’s enemies watch and hate. 

Flying too close to the sun comes at a high price. How much will Leonor’s love cost her? 

Based on the true story of Alfonso XI and his complicated relationships to wife and lifelong mistress   

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Author Bio:  

Had Anna been allowed to choose, she’d have become a time-traveller. As this was impossible, she became a financial professional with three absorbing interests: history, romance, and writing. Anna has authored the acclaimed time-travelling series The Graham Saga, set in 17th-century Scotland and Maryland, as well as two equally acclaimed medieval series: The King’s Greatest Enemy, which is set in 14th century England, and The Castilian Saga, which is set against the medieval conquest of Wales. She has also published a time travel romance, The Whirlpools of Time, and its sequel Times of Turmoil, and is now considering just how to wiggle out of setting the next book in that series in Peter the Great’s Russia, as her characters are demanding. . . 

All of Anna’s books have been awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion, she has several Historical Novel Society Editor’s Choices, and one of her books won the HNS Indie Award in 2015. She is also the proud recipient of various Reader’s Favorite medals, as well as having won various Gold, Silver,  and Bronze Coffee Pot Book Club awards. 

“A master storyteller. “This is what all historical fiction should be like. Superb.” 

Find out more about Anna, her books, and enjoy her eclectic historical blog on her website, www.annabelfrage.com, where you will also find her post about Alfonso and Leonor:  

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Guest Post: “Excerpt from ‘Enheduanna’s Song From The Sands’ by Ellen Rachlin

I am pleased to welcome Ellen Rachlin to my blog today to share an excerpt of her novel, “Enheduanna’s Song From The Sands.” I would like to thank The Coffee Pot Book Club and Ellen Rachlin for allowing me to participate in this blog tour. 

Eight years ago, I was bitten by a desire that I can’t forget. I was seven and with my mother in Azupiranu, the City of Saffron, and Father’s birthplace. We were at the Temple when I had a vision of my paternal grandmother, the former High Priestess, whom I’d never met. Ever since she revealed herself to me, I’ve wanted to be a high priestess too. 

Even my father had no memory of her. Only rarely did my parents speak of her. And I never received a good answer to how a high priestess could give birth to a mortal son. High priestesses are married to gods. They aren’t supposed to have children. 

I assume that’s why she gave father away. She tried to protect him by sending him downriver alone in a sealed basket. Akki, the royal gardener of Kish, found Father at the riverbank and raised him. When Mother brought me to Azupiranu on holiday, I believe she was looking for him. She’d lead me along a sloped embankment to the Euphrates riverbank where Father’s journey to Kish began. 

On that long-ago trip to Azupiranu, when I was steeped in grief, my grandmother appeared to me. It was on the day before Mother’s, and I was to return home to Agade. A cooling breeze from the East set in as we arrived at grandmother’s old Temple. She lived in the giparu where usually only the High Priestess and priestesses can enter. But on this day, Mother and I were permitted inside. She tugged my hand, and I followed her across the sacred courtyard, stepping lightly on my toes with my head tilted upwards, taking in the tops of the carved stone archways. 

The current High Priestess received us in her golden throne room and invited us to spend the night. Mother was allowed to climb to the mountain house, the highest point of the Temple, to spend the night. It’s the room closest to the gods, at the meeting place of Heaven and Earth. Mother left me all alone below in the care of the priestesses. 

As she ascended all three of the mountain house’s sacred platforms, she slipped away from me, becoming smaller and smaller. I stood at the base, and tears escaped my eyes. She told me that she was going to pray to Ninurta, the god of farming and healing. 

For several hours, I barely spoke to the priestesses. They chattered at me as they led me through the temple rooms and grand kitchens. All I could think of was that Mother didn’t allow me to go with her to touch the Heavens. I vowed that one day I would serve as high priestess at a temple with a grand mountain house. Then I would decide who was permitted to enter it. But that same night, the Heavens came to me. I saw a woman who looked as familiar to me as my own face. But she was more beautiful with a narrower nose and fuller bottom lip than mine; her dark almond-shaped eyes were the same. She sat on a small curved throne, enveloped in brilliantly colored woven fabrics. One shawl, the color of the morning sun, covered her head, grazed her shoulders, and flowed down her back. She called me to 

her. I could sense her breath. I moved closer, just close enough to stare at her curiously familiar face. 

Perhaps because she was speaking to a child, her words were slow and cautious. It took some moments for me to take them in, so I don’t recall her first words. But their meaning I understood—it was a warning that women are doomed to be forgotten and that I should take advantage of my blessed birthright, tell my story, and defend the beliefs of our people. I remember her asking me, “Do you understand me?” 

Maybe because I dreamed of being a high priestess as Father intended, serving Inanna, I remember her exact words that followed: “Great men have epics pressed into tablets and live on as the gods do. High priestesses who commit their lives to the gods are forgotten. Gilgamesh and your father remembered—you and I forgotten.” 

When she spoke about the legendary king, Gilgamesh, and Father, and the scores of tablets that tell their stories, her words seemed true. Her voice became louder, more insistent, “Study history. Learn how to write so you can tell your story and achieve immortality like great men and gods.” 

I’ve told no one, not even Mother, about this. At first, I wanted something all my own that night when Mother wouldn’t let me join her. Then, I put the vision aside, but not my desire to become a high priestess and climb the mountain house whenever I wished. 

Until recently, I had almost forgotten about that vision of my grandmother. 

Blurb: 

Discover the untold story of Enheduanna, the world’s first named author, as she navigates power, betrayal, and divine destiny in ancient Mesopotamia. A mesmerizing fusion of history, myth, and female leadership that challenges how we see the past—and ourselves.

A high priestess dethroned. A rebel with a dangerous plan. One empire hanging by a thread.

When Enheduanna is named High Priestess of Ur, her connection to the gods makes her a target. Lugalanne’s coup strips her of robes, power, and home, casting her into the perilous underworld. There, amid forests of shadows and treacherous trials, she discovers that divine favor alone won’t save her—only cunning, courage, and a willingness to embrace the ruthlessness of her enemies can restore her.

Drawing on history and myth, Enheduanna’s Song From the Sands follows the world’s first named author as she fights to reclaim her voice and her destiny. Political intrigue, betrayal, and divine tests collide as Enheduanna must decide whether to forgive, to fight, or to harness the power that could shake the foundations of an empire. For readers who love The Song of Achilles’s intimate heroism, Circe’s mythic depth, or The Daughters of Sparta’s fierce women, this is a mesmerizing dive into ancient Mesopotamia where courage and cunning are the only paths to survival. 

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Author Bio

Ellen Rachlin’s poetry has appeared in American Poetry Review, Comstock Review, Granta, Court Green, Literary Imagination, and various anthologies.  She has published two collections of her poems, Until Crazy Catches Me (Antrim House, 2008) and Permeable Divide (Antrim House, 2017), winner of the 2018 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Silver Award.   

She has a historical fiction novel, Enheduanna’s Song From the Sands, based on the life of Enheduanna, the Akkadian high priestess and world’s first-named author, forthcoming from Histria Books, and a collection of poems, At the Big Bang Resort, forthcoming from Red Hen Press. 

She is also the author of two chapbooks, Waiting for Here (Finishing Line Press, 2004), a finalist in the New Women’s Voices series, and Captive to Residue (Flarestack Publishing, 2009).  She received her MFA from Antioch University.  She serves as Treasurer of The Poetry Society of America and is a partner at Blue Leaf Ventures.  

Other writing genres include numerous textbooks and journal articles on the subject of finance and investing with various publishers, including Wiley. 

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Praise for Enheduanna’s Song From The Sands (optional): 

In finely detailed prose, Ellen Rachlin brings Enheduanna, daughter of Sargon, to life, as well as the mythic figures of Inanna and Ereshkigal of the Underworld. Enheduanna’s Song From the Sands is filled with conflict and intensity, each quest, not only a matter of achieving power, but of life and death.” 

~Regina McBride, author of Stranger from Across the Sea 

Ellen Rachlin’s sumptuously detailed debut novel Enheduanna’s Song From the Sands tells the remarkable true story of the ancient high priestess Enheduanna. Rachlin guides us through the intrigues, secrets, spies and wars of Enheduanna’s times, bringing this gifted woman and the goddess she served to life.  What’s so singular about this heroine?  Daughter of a king, a spiritual leader, and a poet, she signs her hymns with her own name.  In Enheduanna’s Song From the Sands, the first known author in Western recorded history is a gutsy woman!  Thanks to Rachlin’s imagination and rich research, I fell in love with Enheduanna and relished her anguished and opulent story.”  

~ Molly Peacock, Author of The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 

Enheduanna’s hymns to the goddess Inanna are the first known literary works to name an author. Rachlin brings her to life in this novel set in 2300 BCE, a novel of sex, war, love, a baby in a basket, and a woman creating a new order of being. It’s historical fiction writing that reminds the reader of Hilary Mantel; you can’t put it down.  You want to follow the priestess to bed, to rise, to her last fighting breath. Rachlin won’t let you put this book down.” 

~Kate Gale, author of Under a Neon Sun and Swimming the Milky Way 

I could not put this book down! As a history buff, I always love reading historical fiction, and this book was so amazing. Reading Enheduanna’s struggle and overcoming hardships as a high priestess were so inspiring and intriguing to read about. If you loved books like The Song of Achilles than you would love this book as well.”
– Elda Rastoder Net Galley Reviewer 

I’m OBSESSED. This is a rich and beautiful story of stepping into power and making hard decisions, told with a wonderful, brilliant voice perfect for its historical setting. The blend of intense drama, action, and conflict/reflection with oneself and the world around was executed so well. I really liked the addition of the footnotes and references because they tied this fantasy story in with real history; that was a smart addition. I fell in love with Enheduanna and the ancient high priestess’ intricate story, and I simply could not put this book down. I’d recommend this book to anyone who loves ancient history and feminist retellings of true stories.” 

~ Seeta Net Galley Reviewer 

A historical fiction about an almost forgotten but formidable high priestess in Ancient Mesopotamia. Enheduanna is the daughter of the king Sargon, and has been destined to become high priestess since receiving visions of a goddess from a young age. After a brutal SA on her journey, her desire for power turns hungry from wanting revenge. She experiences isolation, punishing rebels, and mastering her intimidation. Learning that seeking divine power is not the way, she begins to once more find alignment with values and creation, which led her to become high priestess in the first place. Tracing the course of Enheduanna’s rise to power, many important aspects of Mesopotamia 2300 BCE mythology and Enheduanna’s life are explored. Enheduanna was such a powerful FMC in this book and woman in real life, I’m truly so grateful to have learned about her. Ellen Rachlin’s writing captures the powerful and divine moments of Enheduanna’s life and suspends them before you so you may be there right alongside.” 

~ Morgan ARC reader 

Enheduanna’s Song from the Sands is a historical fantasy surrounding the life and actions of Enheduanna, the daughter of Sargon the Great and High Priestess of Ur, a powerful religious and business leader who lived approximately two thousand years before Virgil. Ellen Rachlin entwines her history with myth in a novel about the world’s first named author, who finds herself the focal point of conflict, transformation, and choices surrounding an extraordinary power rising in ancient Mesopotamia. 

From the start, the first-person story builds an evocative, compelling scenario that draws readers with passion and insight: 

Inanna, supreme in Heaven and Earth, ruler over all gods, I beg of you: restore me to my temple, bring me home! In the ancient city of Ur, I no longer breathe the salty air, lift myself from the sacred bed, or unravel Ningal’s dreams for my followers. The southern stars have slipped away from me; Now I walk the thorny brush of the northern mountainside. As I sing your blessed song, I am dying. 

A host of equally memorable characters enter Enheduanna’s life and chambers, from Darda, the son of Purushanda’s former king, to her mother and father, Sargon and Tashlultum, Uanna and Nidintu, women who are part of a core circle Enheduanna thinks she can trust, and others from different sides of an evolving rebellion. 

Enheduanna tries to fulfill her destiny, but often winds up feeling isolated and uncertain: 

…in this forest of knowledge, the faces of some of my closest friends are becoming increasingly obscured.” 

As Enheduanna faces riots, rebels, and intrigue, her world comes to life with a host of social, political, and personal issues; all of which she navigates with authority and, sometimes, uncertainty: “I fear we’re losing real ground to our enemy.” 

Suffused with rage, she then documents the history of her world in vivid detail that readers will find engrossing and realistic. 

Librarians and readers seeking a story of ancient history come to life will find Enheduanna’s Song from the Sands rich with detail, personalized by the protagonist’s reflections as she steps into her power and makes difficult choices. 

Filled with dramatic action and confrontations with self as well as the outside world, Enheduanna’s Song from the Sands will appeal both to leisure readers and scholarly students of ancient times. The former will appreciate the high drama and personal touches; the latter the footnotes and references which cement events and fantasy in a layer of real history. 

An important footnote by the author clarifies why this novel should be in any serious collection of women’s history, as well as in fantasy and historical fiction holdings: 

I stumbled across Enheduanna while researching Sargon the Great. No one I knew, including poets, had ever heard of her or her hymns. When I began to uncover what was more broadly known about Enheduanna, it astounded me that the first-named author in history was not only a virtual unknown, but a woman who lived in a male-dominated culture.” 

~ Diane Donovan, Midwest Review, on recommended reading list

Guest Post: “Extract from ‘The Queen’s Sister’ by Carol McGrath”

I am pleased to welcome Carol McGrath back to my blog today to share an extract from her latest novel, “The Queen’s Sister.” I would like to thank the Coffee Pot Book Club and Carol McGrath for allowing me to participate in this blog tour.

Extract from Chapter One 

We ride into the courtyard, myself, my lady, Madeleine, two female servants, and my six guardsmen. Stable boys come racing over the slippery cobbles to help with our horses. I had ridden most of the way north, sheltering from bitterly cold, harsh winds wrapped within my canvas cape and fur-lined gown, my underdress the warmest wool kirtle I could find in my travelling box.  My lady-in-waiting, at nineteen, only a few years older than I, sat for most of the journey in a wagon, with two servants and my travelling chests. 

A tall woman, wearing a sensible, plain gown and a coif covering a glimpse of grey hair on her brow, hurries from the porch to greet us. She is followed by a bustling, rotund man of a similar age, his kindly crinkly face creasing into smiles. My lady attendant drops a curtsey to her, and the middle-aged woman does the same to me. There is a rattling, noisy activity behind me as my luggage is unloaded from the wagon and my guard dismounts, their horses neighing and stamping the ground, puffs of steam billowing from nostrils. 

I assume the woman is the housekeeper. A ring of keys hangs from her belt. Seeing my glance at these, she speaks. ‘I am Mistress Eugenia Buxton, your housekeeper, and my husband is Master William Buxton, steward of Kexby.’ 

Master William steps forward and bows. Rising, he glances up and sniffs the bitter air. ‘My lady, welcome. Come away inside out of the bite.’ 

‘Hurry, Lady Elizabeth,’ his wife says. ‘Your messenger came in good time. There’s been a hot supper ready since he told us of your imminent arrival, and a warm chamber too. The manor has not had a mistress for many years, and the Cardinal, though much-loved here in the countryside, only visited Kexby on an odd occasion.’ She crossed herself, presumably because Cardinal Wolsey had died disgraced, on his way to London from York many years before. Hurrying me towards the door, she adds, ‘But rest assured, we have done our best to look after it all.’ 

‘I thank you.’ I turn to her husband. ‘Do you have accommodation for my household guard, Master Buxton?’ 

‘The manor has a substantial guard house beside the stables. It’s warm and comfortable. We can send meals over to them unless you prefer otherwise.’ 

‘They will eat in the hall with the rest of the household,’ I say at once. Master Buxton calls instructions to the boys minding the horses, and we all process through the enormous porch into the hall. The first thing I notice is the crackling, spluttering fire blazing in the hearth. A cloth-covered table is placed at the upper end. Another solid oak table is placed lengthwise. On either side, benches are squeezed against it.  I observe that a door along the wall opposite the fireplace must open into a screen passageway.   

Mistress Eugenia ushers myself and Madeleine to the top table, which is set with silver and generously laden with food – crisped small fishes, winter salads, pies, cheeses, meat,s and mountains of bread rolls on platters. As I take my seat, as if from nowhere, the manor’s population appear in the hall to take up places along the board. They appear awed by my presence and are quiet as they squeeze along benches to make room for the six soldiers who will remain with me for my stay in Kexby. Master William Buxton, I see, is already conversing with my sergeant and draws him to sit at the high table with us. A white-robed priest, who I am told is Father Adolphus, blesses the supper. Warmed wine smelling of spices is poured for those of us seated along the top board. Napkins are placed over our shoulders by servants, and we break bread. Determined not to appear greedy, I manage to avoid falling upon the food before me, though I am hungry as a half-starved beggar. I force myself to eat daintily as I politely converse with the housekeeper. 

‘I expect you observed a quiet Christmastide, my lady,’ Mistress Eugenia says. 

Blurb:  

A mother, a wife, a woman of substance… 

At nineteen, Elizabeth Seymour is already a mother, has been recently widowed, and has seen her Queen, Anne Boleyn, lose her life. Against the wishes of her father, she heads North, away from Wulf Hall and the court in London, to Yorkshire, determined to establish a new beginning as a landowner and businesswoman. As her family in Wiltshire curry favour with King Henry, aided by Thomas Cromwell, Elizabeth makes Kexby Manor her home, finding loyalty among her people there.

Soon, news comes to Elizabeth of the King’s desires for her sister, Jane, and while her brother, Edward, encourages her own betrothal to Gregory Cromwell, son of Thomas. It is a happy second marriage for Elizabeth, but it brings unwanted involvement in the dark plots and secrecy of the court, while in the wider country, changes in religious practice threaten to alter the traditions and values of all she has known…

THE QUEEN’S SISTER vividly imagines the story of the woman possibly portrayed in Hans Holbein’s beautiful painting ‘Portrait of a Lady,’ and is a colourful, meticulously researched novel of Tudor life behind the scenes.

What readers say about Carol McGrath’s novels:

Another beautifully crafted, well-researched work of historical fiction from Carol McGrath.’

‘Brimming with intrigue, tension and adventure, The Lost Queen is a powerful Medieval tale full of atmosphere, danger and emotion, and transports the reader to another world.’ 

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Author Bio:  

Following a first degree in English and History at QUB, Carol McGrath completed an MA in Creative Writing from The Seamus Heaney Centre, Queens University Belfast, followed by an MPhil in English from the University of London. She is published by Headline.  

The Handfasted Wife, first in a trilogy about the royal women of 1066, was shortlisted for the RoNAs in 2014. The Swan-Daughter and The Betrothed Sister complete this highly acclaimed trilogy. Mistress Cromwell, a best-selling historical novel about Elizabeth Cromwell, wife of Henry VIII’s statesman, Thomas Cromwell, was republished by Headline in 2020. The Silken Rose, first in a Medieval She-Wolf Queens Trilogy, featuring Ailenor of Provence, saw publication in April 2020. This was followed by The Damask Rose. The Stone Rose was published in April 2022. The Stolen Crown 2023 and July 2024, The Lost Queen about Berengaria of Navarre and The Third Crusade. The Queen’s Sister, sequel to Mistress Cromwell, sees publication in June 2026. 

Carol writes historical non-fiction as well as fiction. Sex and Sexuality in Tudor England was published in February 2022 by Pen & Sword. She speaks at Conferences and gives interviews. 

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Book Review: “The Queen’s Sister” by Carol McGrath

The Seymour family was a gentry family that rose to prominence and nobility through their illustrious marriages. When we think about the Seymours and their marriages, the one marriage that shaped the future of the family is the marriage of Jane Seymour and King Henry VIII. But our story focuses on another Seymour daughter during the time of the Tudors. She was Jane’s sister who married three times and had numerous children. Her second marriage was to Gregory Cromwell, the son of Thomas Cromwell pushes Elizabeth Seymour straight into the middle of the Tudor court. Elizabeth soon learns that dark plots and conspiracies are afoot in the midst of religious change. Can Elizabeth and her family survive, or will the Tudor court be their downfall? Carol McGrath explores Elizabeth’s life in the Tudor court and in her family homes in her latest novel, “The Queen’s Sister.”

I would like to thank Carol McGrath and Headline Accent for sending me a copy of this novel. I have enjoyed the previous novels that I have read by Carol McGrath, so when I saw that she was exploring the world of the Tudors yet again, I was excited. I have heard of Elizabeth Seymour, but I did not know much about her story, so when Carol McGrath reached out and asked if I would be interested in reading and reviewing this novel, I was thrilled. 

We begin Elizabeth’s story in 1537, when she is about to marry her second husband, Gregory Cromwell. Her sister Jane has recently married King Henry VIII after the death of Anne Bullen, and now Jane is pregnant with hopefully Henry’s heir. Elizabeth remembers her first marriage to Sir Anthony Ughtred. She had two children with Anthony, a son named Henry and a daughter named Margery, but Anthony never met his daughter as he died while Elizabeth was pregnant. Elizabeth moves to Kexby Manor and learns to be Lady Ughtred as well as a widowed mother. 

Time passes, and her family decides that Elizabeth should remarry, and the man they have chosen for her is the son of Thomas Cromwell, Gregory Cromwell. Elizabeth and Gregory built a happy life full of love and many children, but life has a way of throwing curveballs. In this case, it was religious conspiracies, a former love, spies, the Pilgrimage of Grace, and the fall of Thomas Cromwell. Elizabeth has to navigate it all while looking after her family and her beloved Kexby Manor. 

Our protagonist, Elizabeth, is a hard-working noblewoman who might have been the inspiration for Hans Holbein’s “Portrait of a Lady,” whose story deserves to be told, and McGrath was the perfect author to tell her tale. It gives more depth to the Tudor era, especially during the reigns of Jane Seymour and Anna of Cleves. If you are a fan of reading novels about lesser-known members of the Tudor court, I highly suggest you read “The Queen’s Sister” by Carol McGrath.

Guest Post: “Born into a Man’s World: How War, Marriage and Inheritance Shaped the Woman Who Would Stand Between England and Conquest” by Rachel Elwiss Joyce

Today, I am pleased to welcome Rachel Elwiss Joyce to my blog to share a guest post about the heroine of her novel, Lady of Lincoln, Nicola de la Haye. I would like to thank The Coffee Pot Book Club and Rachel Elwiss Joyce for allowing me to participate in this blog tour. 

In October 1216, as England staggered through civil war and a French invasion, a dying King John made one of the last appointments of his life. 

He named a woman sheriff of Lincolnshire. 

That may not sound dramatic to modern ears. But in thirteenth-century England, a sheriff wasn’t a local official in any minor sense. Sheriffs collected royal revenues, administered justice, and represented the king’s authority in the shire. It was a powerful, public, unmistakably male role. 

Nicola de la Haye was the first woman appointed sheriff of an English county in her own right. 

She was also hereditary constable of Lincoln Castle, and when widowed, she was by extraordinary exception allowed to keep that role for herself.  

And in 1217, when English rebels and French forces besieged Lincoln, she held the castle until royalist relief arrived. Her defence helped secure the throne of the young Henry III and turn back the French invasion entirely. 

Historian Sharon Bennett Connolly calls her “the woman who saved England.” 

So why haven’t most people heard of her? 

Born to inherit. Not expected to rule. 

Nicola’s father was the constable of Lincoln Castle. His father had been before him. Without a son, that title and the barony of Brattleby would pass to Nicola. 

Being a medieval heiress sounds glamorous, but the reality was more complicated. 

An inheritance wasn’t just wealth. It was power, duty, military obligation, and political loyalty all rolled into one. It meant men, rents, courts, and the security of the Crown. And for a woman, all of that came with a catch. 

She needed a husband. 

A husband was expected to manage her estates, command her garrison, and deal with the world on her behalf. A good one could protect everything she’d inherited. A bad one could destroy it through debt, bad decisions, or outright disloyalty. 

Nicola was caught in a bind from the very beginning. She was born to inherit Lincoln Castle, but told her whole life that she needed a man to carry it. Her name mattered, her lands mattered, and her marriage mattered. 

Her own voice was unlikely to have mattered much at all. 

That tension is at the heart of Lady of Lincoln

A kingdom under strain 

Nicola’s early life unfolded during one of the most turbulent periods of Henry II’s reign.   

Henry’s empire stretched from the Scottish borders to the Pyrenees. It was vast, powerful, and under constant pressure. In 1170, his quarrel with Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, ended with Becket’s murder on the floor of his own cathedral. The shock rippled across Christendom. 

Barely three years later, Henry’s own teenage sons rose against him. The Young King Henry led the rebellion, along with his brothers, and their mother, Eleanor of Aquitaine, and many powerful barons across England and France. 

For Nicola, this was not distant politics, but danger literally knocking at her castle door.  

She had probably married her first husband, William FitzErneis, around the time of her father’s death in 1169. Marriage, for a young heiress, was meant to be protection. But by 1173, FitzErneis had joined the rebellion against the king. 

Which raises a question that history has never answered. 

Her husband rebelled, so why does Lincoln Castle never appear as a rebel stronghold? 

By then, Nicola was the hereditary constable. Did she defy him? Did her loyalty to her father’s legacy outweigh her duty to her marriage? Did she find herself trapped between the man she had married and the castle she was born to protect? 

We will probably never know. 

But for a novelist, that silence is irresistible. 

When private life becomes political 

One thing I try to do in my writing is show that history wasn’t happening somewhere in the background. For people like Nicola, it determined who you married, what you owned, and whether you were safe. 

Almost every great crisis of her age hit her directly. Church against Crown, rebellion in the royal family, and an empire splitting at the seams. 

And because she was an heiress, her marriage was never simply private. Who she married affected Lincoln Castle, and Lincoln Castle affected the security of the kingdom. 

Nicola was also born into the generation that grew up in the shadow of the Anarchy – the brutal civil war between King Stephen and Empress Matilda, with Lincoln at its very centre. The older people around her would have remembered what it looked like when loyalty broke down, and castles became prizes in someone else’s war. 

That memory shaped everything. It shaped her father and her father’s fears. And in Lady of Lincoln, it shapes the novel’s opening: his terror that without the right man beside her, Nicola cannot hold what she was born to protect. 

The making of Nicola de la Haye 

The Nicola history remembers is formidable: she holds castles, becomes sheriff, endures sieges, and helps save kings. She becomes one of the few women of her age to exercise power so openly that chroniclers, who rarely bothered with women, had no choice but to acknowledge her. 

But I didn’t want to start with the legend. 

I wanted to ask how she became that woman. 

What would it have done to you, being told from childhood that you’re responsible for everything but incapable of handling it yourself? Being valued for your land, not for who you are? And then having the husband who was supposed to protect your inheritance become one of the biggest threats to it? 

The Great Rebellion of 1173–4 may have been Nicola’s first real turning point: the moment when marriage, inheritance, and loyalty collided, and everything she stood to lose became terrifyingly real. That collision, and what she might have done about it, is at the heart of Lady of Lincoln

She was born an heiress in a man’s world. 

She was repeatedly tested in one of the most turbulent times of the Middle Ages.  

And those challenges would turn her into the woman who would eventually stand between England and conquest. 

Lady of Lincoln is the first novel in the Nicola de la Haye trilogy, in which a young Nicola learns to fight to keep and protect what is hers. 

Blurb: 

A true story. A forgotten heroine. In a time when women were told to stay silent, could she become the saviour her people need? 

 

12th-century England. Nicola de la Haye wants to do her duty. But though she’s taught that a female cannot lead alone, the young noblewoman bristles at the marriage her father has arranged to secure her inheritance. And when an unexpected death leaves her unguided, the impetuous girl shuns the king’s blessing and weds a handsome-but-landless knight. 

 

Harshly fined by Henry II for her unsanctioned union, Nicola struggles to salvage her estates while dealing with devastating betrayals from her husband… and his choice to join rebels in a brewing civil war. Yet after averting a tragedy and gaining the castle garrison’s respect, she still must face the might of powerful men determined to crush her under their will. 

 

Can she survive love, threats, and violent ambition to prove she’s worthy of authority? 

 

In this carefully researched and vividly human series debut, Rachel Elwiss Joyce showcases the complex themes of honour, responsibility, and freedom in the story of a remarkable heroine who men tried to erase from history. And as readers dive into a world defined by violence and turmoil, they’ll be stunned by this courageous young woman’s journey toward greatness. 

 

Lady of Lincoln is the gritty first book in the Nicola de la Haye Series historical fiction saga. If you like richly textured female heroes, courtly drama, and fast-paced intrigue, then you’ll adore Rachel Elwiss Joyce’s gripping true-life tale. 

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After a rewarding career in the sciences, Rachel returned to her first love—history and the art of storytelling. Fascinated by the women history has neglected or tried to forget, she creates meticulously researched, emotionally resonant fiction that brings her characters’ stories vividly to life. 

 

Her fascination with the past began early. At six years old, she was already inventing tales about medieval women in castles, inspired by her treasured Ladybird books and other picture-rich stories that transported her to another time. By the time she discovered Katherine by Anya Seton as a teenager, she knew the joy and escape that only great historical fiction can bring. 

 

Rachel’s two grown-up children still tease her (fondly) about childhoods spent being “dragged” around castles, archaeological sites, and historical re-enactments. For Rachel, history and imagination have always gone hand in hand. 

 

There was, however, a long gap between the stories of her childhood and her decision to write her own novel. The spark came when she discovered the remarkable true story of Nicola de la Haye—the first female sheriff of England, who defended Lincoln Castle against a French invasion and became known as “the woman who saved England.” Rachel knew she had found her heroine and a story she was destined to tell. 

 

Rachel lives in the UK, where she continues to explore the lives of women who shaped history but were left out of its pages. 

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Book Review: “The Fourth Queen” by Nicola Cornick

How far would you go to keep a secret? For Marris North in 16th-century England, the secret she keeps would change history forever. A secret such as this must be protected for centuries. But now, Jenna Bergin shares a deep connection with Marris. Can Jenna keep the secret that no one has known for centuries, or will an archaeological dig force it to be revealed? What is Anna of Cleves’ connection to Marris and the secret she carries?  Nicola Cornick explores this 500-year-old mystery in her latest dual-timeline novel, “The Fourth Queen.” 

I would like to thank Boldwood Books and Net Galley for sending me a copy of this novel. I have enjoyed Nicola Cornick’s previous dual timeline novels, so when I heard that she was writing a new novel, I was excited. It was when I saw the cover and realized that this novel featured Anna of Cleves that I knew I wanted to read it. Anna of Cleves is one of my favorite wives of Henry VIII, so I was thrilled to read Cornick’s version of Anna and her life. 

We begin in the year 1539. Marris North, along with her sisters Rose and Bridget, is facing the end of their beloved monastery, Winterhill Priory, which is about to be sold to Sir William Sharington. Marris must find another place for her and her sisters to live, but Sir William has a proposition that Marris become a lady in waiting for Anna of Cleves, Henry VIII’s fourth wife, since Marris knows German. Along the way, Marris marries William, and she sees how Anna’s marriage began and dissolved quickly. Henry moved on to Catherine Howard, but Marris stayed with Anna when Anna revealed a massive secret to Marris, one that, if revealed, would change Tudor history forever. Marris and William promised to keep the secret safe no matter the cost, and they do as they grow their own family.

In the modern storyline, we meet the Bergin sisters, Jenna, Molly, and Bree. Jenna has a deep connection to Marris as she is her reincarnation. Jenna can recall Marris’ memories and feels like it is her responsibility to protect the secret in the modern age. That proves a bit of a challenge when she falls for Owen Power, who is the accountant for the Swan Power Trust, who are in charge of the archaeology project at Winterhill Priory. While she is dating Owen, Jenna must keep her reincarnation a secret as well as Anna’s secret from centuries ago. Can Jenna do this and survive like Marris, or will the secret be revealed at the cost of everything she holds dear, including her family?

This was another delightful novel by Nicola Cornick that was able to balance the past and the present with a fantastical element. I also thought the way she weaved Anna of Cleves’ tale, especially the play on a rumor about Anna during her lifetime, was very clever. I had a lot of fun reading this novel, and I cannot wait for her next story. If you are a fan of Tudor novels with a dual timeline twist, I highly recommend you read “The Fourth Queen” by Nicola Cornick. 

Book Review: “The Lost Book of Elizabeth Barton” by Jennifer N. Brown

England was undergoing a shift during the reign of Henry VIII. The king was sick and tired of the pope not giving him the divorce he so desired so that he could marry Anne Boleyn, so he wanted to split from the papacy. Obviously, some opposed his break from Rome and used different methods to stop what they considered madness. Take, for example, Elizabeth Barton, known as the Holy Maid of Kent, for her prophecies tied to the marriage of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. Many may not know her name, but centuries later, a book of her prophecies will change the course of Dr. Alison Sage’s life and those who attended a special Consortium. What secrets does this book hold, and can Alison survive the cutthroat world of academia? Jennifer N. Brown tells the tale of these two women, separated by centuries, and of a book that unites them in her first novel, “The Lost Book of Elizabeth Barton.”

I would like to thank St. Martin’s Press and Net Galley for sending me a copy of this novel. What caught my eye about this novel was the mention of Elizabeth Barton. I wanted to know more about Elizabeth Barton herself, as she is merely a footnote in other novels and nonfiction books. I wanted to see how Brown would approach her story with a modern tale.

We begin with Elizabeth Barton, an orphan who was a servant at the Cobb farm. One day, she fell ill with a fever and had her prophecy that came true. It attracted the attention of powerful men like Bishop Fisher, who allowed Elizabeth to enter St. Sepulchre’s Priory under the supervision of Prioress Philippa Jonys and her spiritual advisor, Edward Bocking. Bocking would write down Barton’s visions, but there was one that became too dangerous, the vision of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn in hell if they married each other. The king did not take kindly to this prophecy, and so Barton and Bocking were killed and her books destroyed. Prioress Philippa and Agnes Vale worked hard to protect their memory.

In the modern age, we are introduced to Dr. Alison Sage, a historian, who recently found one of Barton’s books, which she presents at a medieval conference. It attracts the attention of Roger Shefield, who invites Alison to the Codex Consortium at Vale House Manor. There she runs into someone from her past, Westley, who goes from enemies to something more. To add to the drama, there is a treasure hunt about the Elizabeth Barton book and a murder mystery.

While I appreciate the amount of effort Brown put into this novel, I feel like she was throwing a lot of ideas at this book and not everything worked, especially having a murder mystery so late in the book. I feel like the modern storyline was a tad weaker than the 16th-century story. Overall, it was a thought-provoking read that shed a bit of light on the life and legacy of Elizabeth Barton. If you want a novel about a lesser-known figure in Tudor history with a modern twist, I recommend you read “The Lost Book of Elizabeth Barton” by Jennifer N. Brown.

Guest Post: “Excerpt from ‘Infidel-The Daughters of Aragon’ by Nicola Harris”

I am pleased to welcome Nicola Harris to my blog today to share an excerpt from her novel, “Infidel-The Daughters of Aragon.” I would like to thank Nicola Harris and Yarde Book Promotions for allowing me to participate in this blog tour.

Excerpt

Juana:

The shade beneath the lemon tree was cool, and Maria sat cross-legged, fists clenched, watching Juan with a hawk-like intensity. He was twelve now and fancied himself a man. Today, he was pretending to be the High Inquisitor.

Two page boys knelt before him, wrists bound with garden twine. Juan strutted before them, robes billowing, although it was only a velvet curtain stolen from the nursery, pinned together with Isabel’s sewing pins. He raised a stick like a sceptre and proclaimed their heresy with theatrical solemnity.

Catalina dozed in my lap, her breath warm against my arm, fingers curled into my bodice. Beside me, Isabel’s needle hovered mid-stitch.

‘I wonder,’ she murmured, ‘if Alfonso and I will still like each other now we’re grown.’

I brushed a curl from Catalina’s brow. ‘You speak perfect Portuguese, and you were fond of each other as children. By the time you’re Queen of Portugal, you’ll know your place, what your duties are, and your husband. That’s more than most brides can say.’

Isabel smiled faintly. ‘I know. But I’d rather not spend my life with someone dull. He used to laugh at my jokes.’

‘He will,’ I said. ‘You’re more mature now, but still amusing. That’s rare.’

She laughed softly. ‘Rare, but not romantic.’

‘Do your nightmares still wake you in the night, Isabel?’

‘Sometimes,’ She said, ‘but the fear of childbirth is natural for a new bride. Don’t you think?’

A cry split the air. One of the page boys gasped, face drained of colour. Juan had looped the twine around his neck and was pulling, not in play, but with grim, frightening fury.

I lurched to my feet, jolting Catalina awake. She wailed. ‘Maria! Fetch Mother!’

Dropping to my knees, I prised Juan’s hands from the boy’s throat. He resisted, flushed with triumph. The boy collapsed, coughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Juan sneered. ‘He is a false converso. He deserves it.’

‘He is a child!’ I spat, clutching Catalina to my chest. ‘What are you doing, Juan? Have you run mad? The boy is a servant and in your household. It’s.’

Maria sprinted across the scorched lawn. Moments later, Queen Isabella swept in, skirts flying, rosary clutched in her hand. She entered like a thunderclap.

‘Juan! Stop this at once!’

He dropped the twine but stood tall. ‘I was only doing what they do in the real trials.’

‘My angel,’ she said, voice trembling, ‘you mustn’t hurt people. Sometimes you are such a child, and the next so adult.’

Rage surged through me. ‘Do you think making children watch burnings will make us kind mother? Children turn the horror they see into games to try to make sense of it. Don’t you know that?’

Her eyes snapped to mine. Before I could brace, her hand struck my cheek. The sound rang through the garden like a bell.

I staggered. Catalina woke suddenly and screamed in my arms. Isabel dropped her embroidery.

‘You teach us cruelty, Mother, and call it justice,’ I said, voice shaking. ‘And now you’re surprised when it takes root in your son?’

Isabel slipped away before the storm could break. Juan sulked beneath the lemon tree, proud and silent. Catalina’s sobs softened into hiccups against my shoulder. My cheek burned, but the fire in my chest was fiercer. 

The page boy had been carried off, pale and trembling. Only the Queen stood rigid, fury barely contained, rosary clenched in her shaking hands.

‘You taught him this,’ I said, low but steady. ‘And now you’re shocked when he acts it out. I’m surprised you still have shackles enough for all the so-called heretics you have burned.’

She stepped closer, voice trembling. ‘We must protect Christians from conversos who cling to their old ways. They light candles on the Sabbath, refuse pork, and bury their dead with straight arms. They mock our faith.’

I shifted Catalina to my hip. ‘You do know Jesus was a Jew, don’t you? He will not approve of you garroting his people.’

She ignored me, pacing. ‘The Jews turn their beds to the wall before death. They bury their dead in Christian soil but follow Jewish rites. It is heresy. Defiance.’

‘Is that why you dig up the dead? To burn their bones? Do you hear how mad that sounds? People will think you are as insane as Grandmother.’

Her hand twitched but did not strike. ‘Your grandmother is not insane. Her stepson betrayed her. She withdrew from the world because she was wise. And the conversos, they are Judaizers. They spread their beliefs among good Christians.’

I shook my head. ‘Most noble families in Castile and Aragon have Jewish blood. Judges, priests and even notaries were once Jews. Perhaps some cling to old customs. But so do the uneducated masses. You must stop the radical priests who whip up hatred. Your people are turning on each other.’

She lifted her chin. The Church deals with heresy through inquisitions. It always has.’

I looked at her, my mother, my queen, and I felt the distance between us stretch like a chasm. Catalina stirred, and I held her tighter.

‘You were seen, Juana,’ she said. Spitting out the host. The body of Christ. In front of the priest, before God.’

I turned slowly. ‘Yes. I spat it out.’

She gasped. ‘You desecrated the sacrament. You insulted the Church.’

‘I refuse to lie,’ I said. ‘I do not believe in your God who demonises the Jews. My Jesus is different from yours.’

Her shoulders tensed. ‘Why do you defend God’s enemies?’

‘Because it’s the truth.’

Her eyes narrowed. ‘You speak as if you know better than the Church.’

‘I speak as someone who has seen greed cloaked in a cassock,’ I snapped. ‘You know how it is, a woman covets her neighbour’s silver, so she calls her neighbour a heretic, and then she can take all the silver and her neighbour’s house too. Conversos denounce their own brothers and sisters because they are poor and desperate. They cry “Judaiser!” and watch the men of the Inquisition drag them away. That is your justice, Mother!’

She stepped forward, voice trembling. ‘They betray Christ. They cling to old rites. They mock our sacraments, and all the time they pretend to be one of us.’

‘No,’ I said. ‘They have to pretend to survive, and you have let poverty become a weapon. You let envy masquerade as piety. You let the Church burn the innocent because someone wanted a gold cup or their debts forgiven.’

Her hand twitched again.

‘You think you’re clever,’ she said. ‘You think you know everything, but you are just young and naive.’

‘I have seen enough,’ I said. ‘Enough to know fear and greed do more harm than any secret prayers.’

She turned away, swinging her rosary like a flail. ‘You will go to your rooms. You will stay there until you are ready to kneel, confess, and take communion.’

I laughed a long, bitter, and hollow laugh.

Her face darkened, ‘This is not a joke.’

‘No,’ I said. ‘It is a tragedy. You torture your people in public squares and burn children at the stake. You arrest the richest Jews, seize their property, and call it holy. And now you want me to swallow a wafer and call it God. I won’t. I will not kneel. Not for fear. Not for show.’

She pointed toward my apartments, then turned and left without another word.

And I stood in the silence, knowing I had made an enemy of my own blood.

Blurb:

Born in the glittering courts of Castile and Aragon and forged in the shadow of war, Catalina de Aragón grows up surrounded by queens, rebels, and explorers. She is her mother’s last daughter, the final jewel of a dynasty built on conquest and faith, and the one child Isabella of Castile cannot bear to lose.

 

But destiny has already claimed Catalina.

 

Promised to Prince Arthur of England since childhood, she is raised to bind kingdoms, soothe old wounds, and carry the hopes of an empire across the sea. Yet, Spain fractures under rebellion, grief, and the ruthless zeal of its own rulers.

 

From the burning streets of Granada to the storm-lashed Bay of Biscay, Catalina and her sisters must navigate a treacherous path shaped by ambition, betrayal, and the dangerous love of men who fear the power of queens. She learns to read cyphers, to read hearts, and to stand unbroken even as her childhood is stripped from her piece by piece.

 

And when she finally sails for England armed with her mother’s lessons, her father’s steel, and the ghosts of the Alhambra at her back, Catalina steps into her fate not as a girl, but as a force.

 

A princess.

A survivor.

A daughter of Aragon.

Infidel is the story of a young woman raised for greatness and destined to reshape the fate of nations. This is Catalina, as she has never been seen before. She is fierce, vulnerable, and unforgettable.

A sweeping, intimate portrait of sisterhood, survival, and the making of a dynasty, Infidel reveals the hidden lives of a woman whose courage shaped the Tudor world.

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I’ve always been a writer, but it was only when illness forced me to stop everything that I finally had the time to write a novel. After decades of misdiagnosis, I learned I was born with a serious genetic condition, not rare, but profoundly misunderstood. The clues were there from birth, and suddenly, a lifetime of struggle made sense.

 

Writing became my lifeline: a way to step beyond my pain, to shape my experience into a story, and to find meaning where there had once been only endurance.

 

I have a lifelong love of children, Counselling, and Psychotherapy Theory and history.

 

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Book Review: “In the Company of the Courtesan” by Sarah Dunant

The year is 1527, and Rome is being attacked by the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V and his army of Germans, Lutherans, and Spanish soldiers. The night the city was sacked, many fled or died at the hands of the soldiers, but there was a house who welcomes the incoming attackers, the house of the courtesan Fiammetta Bianchini and her dwarf companion Bucino. They decide to flee with their jewelry to Venice, but they soon learn that Venice is even more treacherous. Can Fiammetta and Bucino survive their new city, or will this new town destroy everything that they worked so hard to create? Sarah Dunant explores the world of a courtesan in her novel, “In the Company of the Courtesan.”

 

This is one of those books that I found at a used bookstore. I saw that it took place during the Sack of Rome, which was intriguing to me because I have not read many novels set during this time in Italian history. I also have never read any books by Sarah Dunant, but I have heard good things about her novels, so I wanted to give them a try.

 

We begin with the night that Rome was attacked. While Rome was burning and people were dying, Fiammetta Bianchini, one of the most prized courtesans in all of Rome, and her “pimp” Bucino, decided that to survive the night, they would open their home to the invading soldiers. In the aftermath, they decide to swallow their remaining jewels and leave Rome for somewhere safer, Venice. It was Fiammetta’s home before she moved away to Rome, but she soon realizes that beauty is fleeting as an illness wrecks her body. It is then that the duo meets a blind, elderly healer named La Draga. 

 

Fiammetta and Bucino must rebuild their lives in a new city, but they soon discover that a new city means new dangers. There’s a theft of a great jewel that could end their enterprise before it even begins, and a poet from the past who could spell disaster to Fiametta’s reputation. There is a book with scandalous drawings that is dangerous to own, a young lad whose puppy love could lead the Lady astray, and a Turk who has an interest in human novelties for his sultan’s court. And then, there is the case of La Draga and her true identity.

 

Dunant created a seedy underworld of Renaissance Venice that feels so believable, it is almost as if you can step into the pages. I enjoyed the characters of Bucino and Fiammetta, but towards the middle of the book, I was wondering how she was going to finish this novel. To me, the ending felt a bit rushed. Overall, I think this was a decent novel about Renaissance Italy. If you want a novel set in 16th-century Italy that has a darker tone, I would suggest you read  “In the Company of the Courtesan” by Sarah Dunant.