Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Mirow: A Village Full of Castles

I'm delighted to welcome Julia Meister, who is your guide to Mirow!


The Lower Castle
The Lower Castle
Mirow is a small, sleepy German village located in the Southern part of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. With its 4000 inhabitants and rural atmosphere, all one expects to find there is nature and, since it’s located within the Mecklenburgische Seenplatte (a region famous for its many lakes), a lake or two. There is – albeit in a positive way! – nothing regal about Mirow, until, that is, one approaches Mirow’s very own Castle Island. Before one even sets foot on it, one is surprised to discover that the building located right next to the island was once a beautiful castle. Beautiful enough even to be deemed appropriate as the place of birth for a princess belonging to the House of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, who ruled a small duchy in the North of Germany (another famous member of the Mecklenburg-Strelitz clan was Louise of Prussia, to whom we’ll come in another blog post!). After all, the little girl, born as Sophia Charlotte on May 19th, 1744 in the aforementioned castle (called the “Lower Castle”) in Mirow, was to become one of Britain’s royal leading ladies as the wife of King George III. Looking at the castle as it is now, it is hard to imagine its grandeur during the 18th Century. From the early 19th Century until 2006, it was used as a school. Sadly, it is now vacant and in dire need of renovation!

Moving on towards the actual Castle Island, one passes through a beautiful English landscape garden full of lush green trees. Hence, even judged by its surroundings, the Upper Castle seems much more worthy of royalty. This is due to the fact that a lot more care and effort is put into it, with lots of renovation going on inside. Built at the beginning of the 18th Century, it was mainly used as a widow’s seat by Duchess Elisabeth Albertine of Saxe-Hildburghausen, who was also a Duchess of Mecklenburg-Mirow. The Upper Castle is open to visitors, who can take a look at Mirow’s famous hand-stitched tapestry from the 18th Century, as well as its magnificent Baroque hall. The castle also features in-depth information on its former inhabitants, as well as, of course, Queen Charlotte. Since the castle is located in a small village, one can often pass through its halls without the distraction of many other visitors: I had this experience one, and it made me almost feel like the hostess of the castle myself! 

The park and the bridge connecting Mirow's Castle Island to Love Island
I highly recommend visiting the so-called Love Island, which can be reached via bridge, and from where one has a beautiful view of the Mirower See (the Castle Island’s very own lake). What makes it even more special is the grave of Adolf Friedrich VI., who was the last Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. He died in 1918 under mysterious circumstances: To this day, no one has ever really managed to find out whether he was murdered or committed suicide. This lack of clarity regarding his end lends a very special atmosphere to Mirow’s Love Island (and also makes one think that the name ‘Love Island’ and the fact that his tomb was placed here make for an interesting juxtaposition!).

The grave of Adolf Friedrich VI

Another gem to be found on Mirow’s Castle Island is the Protestant Lutheran Church, once the castle church of the House of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. Make sure you visit the so-called Fürstengruft, the crypt where members of the Mecklenburg-Strelitz dynasty were laid to rest. One can catch a glimpse of 22 coffins, and it really gives one the shivers to be stood there in front of (unfortunately, deceased) royalty! The coffin of Duchess Elisabeth Albertine of Saxe-Hildburghausen, Mirow’s longest inhabitant, can be found here. Another famous figure that can be found amongst the dead in the crypt is Landgravine Charlotte of Hesse-Darmstadt, who was brought up with Marie Antoinette at the Imperial Court in Vienna. The two of them kept up a lifelong correspondence as pen pals.

The steps leading up to the church

Mirow is very old-fashioned when it comes to public transport, and that’s what makes it even more charming: To get from Neustrelitz (the last train station you can reach via Deutsche Bahn) to Mirow, one has to travel by lovely little trains, known to insiders as railbuses. They have quite a cult following, and are still used by a train company in that area. While these railbuses may not date back to the times of Queen Charlotte, they certainly make getting to Mirow a rather nostalgic experience! 

Mirow Castle
Mirow Castle

About the Author
Julia Meister is an 18th/19th Century enthusiast, and is especially interested in the social history of women. She has a vast knowledge of royal mistresses and is fascinated by their political power. Whilst she loves British and French history, her main passion is the Habsburg Empire: When on holiday, she can most likely be found visiting a castle in within the former Austro-Hungarian region that has once been inhabited by Empress Elisabeth of Austria (Buda Castle, Gödöllő Palace and Vienna’s Hofburg are among her favourites). In 2016, Julia wrote and recorded the texts for Marienfließ Convent’s audioguide – the first female Cistercian convent in the Brandenburg area of Germany, founded in 1231. She is currently seeking new ways of indulging her passion for history and writing.

All content of this post copyright © Julia Meister, 2016.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

The Dead London Chronicles

Over at The Dead London Chronicles, our free Gothic tale continues…

As the sounds of chaos and some sort of pitched battle against god knows what raged around them, Faulkner and Alice found themselves squeezed into what really was a very snug priest hole, the lady the doctor had loved and lost perched somewhat intimately on his knee. Faulkner was far too aware of her proximity, her warmth, the fragility of her in his arms. He was also too aware of that earlier kiss, of the fact that  he wanted to kiss her again and really shouldn't, that somewhere out there the world seemed to be ending even as he was safe here, pretending it wasn't.

Sunday, 16 October 2016

Jane Austen Goes to Gloucester

I am so thrilled to announce that I am appearing at Gloucester Cathedral this October, introducing a performance of An Evening with Jane Austen, starring Adrian Lukis and Caroline Langrishe. I'll be chatting about the day Jane Austen almost crossed paths with the Prince Regent, before signing copies of Life in the Georgian Court!

22nd October, 7.30pm (VIP reception at 7.00pm)

Spend a magical evening in the company of Jane Austen’s most memorable characters from the comic absurdity of the Dashwoods, to the heartfelt passion of Wentworth and Anne, not to mention the charming duplicity of the notorious Mr. Wickham. Set in the magnificent surroundings of the Royal Pavilion’s Music Room the evening consists of duologues performed by actors Caroline Langrishe (Judge John DeedLovejoy) and Adrian Lukis (Mr Wickham in the BBC production oPride and PrejudicePeak Practice) alongside Regency-era musical entertainment from harpist Camilla Pay and soprano Rosie Lomas.
Author Catherine Curzon will introduce the performance and will sign copies of her book, Life in the Georgian Court, during the interval.
To book, click here!

Thursday, 13 October 2016

Strong John of Waterloo

Strong John of Waterloo

By Avellina Balestri

Old tunes, joyful tunes, weaving through the night
The rosy glow of faces beneath the candle light
North winds, cruel winds, howling at the door
The whirl of Yuletide dances across the wooden floor

And sitting by the fireside, amidst the revelry
Strong John takes poor weak Mary upon his bended knee
He’s young, bold, and handsome, a farmer’s strapping son
She’s young, frail, and sickly, with both her parents gone

His blue eyes flash like star-light, his red hair shimmers gold;
Her gray eyes mirror storm-clouds, her skin is pale and cold
But he finds her lips like honey, her hair like rich brown earth
And he whispers that he loves her beside the blazing hearth

Then “crash!” the door is broken in and cheer is turned to gloom
For soldiers in scarlet coats are standing in the room
They’re here to press bold young men to fight bold Bonaparte
And Mary cries, “Don’t take him, for it will break my heart!”

“If we put off our duty now to spare each lass’s heart
Then none would cross the raging sea to fight bold Bonaparte.”
They’ve taken hold of Strong John’s arms and dragged him to the door
And left his pale young lover sobbing on the floor

Brave tunes, haunting tunes, piping ‘cross the field
The stern and smoke-stained faces of men who will not yield
And John is the frontlines with other farmers’ sons
He hears the war drums beating, and the clatter of the guns

Their leader is a cold man, or so they all assume
He has a look of iron that penetrates the gloom
The air is damp and heavy; his eyes are quick and keen
He sees Old Boney’s horsemen advancing on the scene

The order then is passed around to form a British Square
John thinks of summer sunsets and Mary’s dark brown hair
He thinks of ale and cornbread, of Paradise and God --
Is there a place in Heaven for those who till the sod?

The officers are shouting; the noise drowns out their words
Old Boney’s men are coming; they draw their shining swords
The piper in the square is playing “Auld Lang Syne”
The redcoats prime their muskets, waiting for a sign

They see a sword flash downward; they fire in accord
The screams of men and horses across the field are heard
They keep the bullets flying, but they are out of time
A French sword flashes downward; John’s blood runs red as wine

Faint breath, gasping breath, Mary’s breath is gone
Her dying breath spent asking about the farmer’s son
Like Strong John’s scarlet coat, red blood has stained her dress
She coughed it up while clutching his letter to her breast

Her skin is white and ghostly; her figure worn and thin
Her lunges are drowned with fluid; her heart has burst within
Her lips are cracked and blood-stained, her eyes are sightless now
And tiny crystal droplets lay on her furrowed brow

This body would have borne him a daughter or a son
If he had but returned to her and they were joined as one
She sees the shadows parting, and views a gory field
Where gallant men in British Squares still refuse to yield

She sees the steel pierce through him, tearing flesh and bone
She sees the blood run freely; she hears his final groan
She flies across the distance, upon the field she stands
She kisses his pale lips, and squeezes his limp hand

His blue eyes flicker open; he sees her spirit there
He makes a final movement, and strokes her dark-brown hair
Her countenance is brightness, though all else fades away
They wake to find a Shining World, and greet a Glorious Day

The battle ends in victory; they find that John is dead
With lifeless Mary at his side, as in a marriage bed
None know where she came from, but together they are laid
And the Iron Duke sheds iron tears for the price that has been paid

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Mr Darcy, Faeries and Cowslips

It's my pleasure to welcome Brooke West and Beau North to the salon, with a tale of cowslips!


Thank you, Catherine, for hosting this stop on our blog tour and inviting Beau and me into your salon! 

If you have read The Many Lives of Fitzwilliam Darcy by now, then you understand why we are obsessed with cowslips! The cowslip scene (which I will spoil for you below -- you have been warned!) is one of the examples of how our Darcy’s hardships have transformed him. After working through his ordeal, Darcy begins to really look at the people around him and connect with them. He takes a small moment that many would have ignored and from that extrapolates a grand, romantic gesture to his beloved.

With their simple but undeniable beauty, cowslips are a fitting symbol for our Elizabeth. The cowslip is a common flower, sweet-smelling and low-growing but vibrantly colored and impressive in its profusion. They have been admired and used for centuries for their culinary, medicinal, and even magical qualities.

The flowers and leaves are mildly narcotic, which is why they have been used for making both a delicate wine and a calming sedative tea. I expect Darcy would attest to Elizabeth having an intoxicating effect on him!

Aside from medicinal purposes, the beauty of the cowslip has inspired some belief that the flower can imbue this quality on others. Nicholas Culpepper, a renowned 17th century English botanist, claimed that women could make themselves more beautiful by using a distillation or ointment made from the perennial. Indeed, it would not be an unusual ingredient to find in modern skincare due to the cowslip’s cleansing properties.

Cowslips were often associated with the faeries in England. Some say the faeries used the cowslips to become invisible, or that the presence of cowslips indicated the presence of faeries. In Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare invoked the cowslip as a favorite of the Fairy Queen, Titania:

And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors.
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear

Conversely, cowslips also were used to protect one’s home and cows from faeries. Even as belief in faeries died away, rural folk would keep cowslips by their door to prevent unwanted visitors.

The supposed magical properties of these flowers align with the lightly supernatural element of The Many Lives of Fitzwilliam Darcy. I like to think that cowslips always remind Darcy of the days in Hunsford, and that the following scene, which occurs on Elizabeth’s first visit to Darcy House, is the first of many times Darcy fills his house with the delicate flowers in honor of Elizabeth: 

She curtsied and said his name in an unsteady voice. He would not allow the brevity of her greeting to deter him and he was determined to make her feel welcome in his home.

“Miss Elizabeth, I am pleased to see you among the party tonight.”

She did not meet his eye, focusing instead on the vase to his right. Every vase in the house was bursting with yellow cowslips, the only tribute he could give her without openly declaring himself.

“Thank you for inviting us,” she said in a subdued manner.

And thank you, Catherine and her loyal readers, for indulging us in talking about our latest collaboration, The Many Lives of Fitzwilliam Darcy. We look forward to hearing from you and your readers!

Meet the Authors
Beau North is the author of Longbourn’s Songbird and a contributor to the anthology Then Comes Winter. Beau is a native southerner who now calls Portland, Oregon home with her husband and two cats. She attended the University of South Carolina where she began a lifelong obsession with Literature. In her spare time, Beau is the brains behind Rhymes With Nerdy, a pop culture podcast and website, and a contributor at the San Francisco Book Review.

Brooke West is a contributing author to the anthology Then Comes Winter. Brooke has a naturally creative soul that pulls her into myriad artistic endeavors.  While writing fiction always has been her life’s passion, Brooke also finds joy in silversmithing, sculpting, and costuming. Between projects, she runs and practices yoga.  She lives in South Carolina with her fiancé, son, and three cats.
Meet Brooke on Facebook, Twitter (@WordyWest and @BrookeWest), Goodreads and Amazon.


“He could no longer claim to be Fitzwilliam Darcy of Derbyshire, brother to Georgiana, master of Pemberley. In that moment, he was but a man. A man filled with more frustration than most souls could bear. A man torn asunder by his desperation, his fruitless dreams and desires.”
After Elizabeth Bennet rejects his marriage proposal, Fitzwilliam Darcy finds himself in the most unusual of circumstances. At first believing the extraordinary turn of events has granted him an inexplicable boon, he is eager to put the humiliating proposal behind him.
He soon discovers that he is trapped in the same waking dream with no end in sight and no possible escape. All that he holds dear—his name, his home, his love—remains ever out of reach. How will he find his way back to his normal life? Will one mistake haunt the rest of his days? It will take all of his fortitude to weather the storms of his strange new fate, and all of his courage to grasp the promise of his future.
 October 8/ My Jane Austen Book Club/Launch Post & Giveaway
October 9/ Just Jane 1813/Interview with Beau and Brooke
October 10/ Pemberley to Milton/Book Review & Giveaway
October 12/ Austenesque Reviews/ Excerpt & Giveaway
October 13/ Margie’s Must Reads/ Book Review & Giveaway
October 14/ Babblings of a Bookworm/ Book Review & Giveaway
October 15/ The Calico Critic/Excerpt & Giveaway 
October 16Obsessed with Mr. DarcyGuest Post 
October 17/ Diary of an Eccentric/Book Review & Giveaway
October 18/ My Kids Led Me Back to Pride and Prejudice/ Book Review & Giveaway
October 19/ More Agreeably EngagedFitzwilliam Vignette 
October 20/ So Little Time… So Much to Read/ Excerpt & Giveaway

For readers who wish to vote in our The Many Faces of Fitzwilliam Darcycontest, the choices are shown below:
To vote for your favorite image of Fitzwilliam Darcy from the images shown above, go to The Many Faces of Fitzwilliam Darcy Contest Link. The winning image and the winner will be announced on October 20, 2016, at our last blog stop, So Little Time… So Much to Read.

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Anglomania, hats and English ladies of the 1780s

It's my pleasure to welcome Virginia Hill of for a look at hats and English ladies in the 1780s!
Joshua Reynolds, Lady Skipwith, 1787, Frick collection, USA. Lady Skipwith wears an English gown.
Joshua Reynolds, Lady Skipwith, 1787, Frick collection, USA.
Lady Skipwith wears an English gown.
There are moments in history when fashion and art just come together in the most splendid way imaginable. The period running from the late 1770s to the late 1780s is one of these. The art of portraiture was living a glorious epoch with the likes of Gainsborough, Reynolds, Romney and Raeburn, and fashion was living its heyday of Anglomania. London was, for a brief moment, the international fashion capital  for women’s fashions. Paris was taking its cue from English tailors regarding the riding coat (la redingote) and the English gown (la robe a l’anglaise) but above all it was soaking up every aspect of English culture, from literature to politics, to the idiosyncratic ways of the British aristocracy.  
Attributed to John Downman, Miss Beloe, 1760s
Attributed to John Downman,
Miss Beloe, 17
The English upper class lived in the countryside and liked to dress sensibly for it (unlike their French counterpart who repudiated contact with nature in favour of the artifice of life at court). Hence the English lady took up wearing her riding clothes not just to sit on a horse, but also to go walking, shopping and do any practical activity which involved staying outdoors, requiring a certain degree of comfort in cut but also in fabric due to the uncertainties of the British climate. 
George Haigh, Countess of Effingham with gun and dogs, 1787, Yale Centre for British Art, USA
George Haigh, Countess of Effingham with gun and dogs, 1787, 
Yale Centre for British Art, USA

These clothes were not only practical they were also very masculine in nature. Their cut and fabric derived from the male coat and traditionally their construction was reserved for male tailors (i.e. the tailors of men’s clothes).
Print showing ladies practicing a  sport
Print showing ladies practicing a  sport
Henry Pickering, miss Dixie, 1750-55c, Nottingham Castle
Henry Pickering, Miss Dixie,
1750-55c, Nottingham Castle
The other very characteristic British element of fashion of this period is the hat. Continental women had not been particularly interested in hats in, in fact head coverings (especially wide brimmed ones) had been associated with the lower classes, particularly peasants working in the country side, up until this time.  English ladies made hat wearing an art in the second half of the eighteenth century. But from the 1750s onwards it became indispensable for a fashionable country lady to wear a light weight straw hat decorated with a coloured ribbon (later also feathers, flowers, etc.) . The trend soon spread to the city and hats were worn throughout the day. 

Even with the rising hairstyles of the later 1760s and the towering ‘heads’ of the 1770s, the hat wearing persisted. 
Thomas Gainsborough, Lady Georgiana Cavendish Duchess of Devonshire, 1787
Gainsborough, Georgiana,
Duchess of Devonshire, 1787
In 1778 Evelina, the heroine of the Fanny Burney’s delightful novel by the same name, comes up to London for the first time and is introduced to the delights of shopping by her more sophisticated hostess. Evelina is particularly taken aback by the experience of going to a classy milliner’s where she is surrounded by ladies so dressed up  “I should rather have imagined they were making visits than purchases”. But what really astonished her was the presence of  male shop assistants “such men! So fisical! So affected!” and their arrogance regarding fashion “they recommended caps and ribbands with an air of so much importance, that I wished to ask them how long they had left off wearing them” (a veiled criticism of their effeminacy should be noted here).  In fact Evelina had unknowingly walked into the new craze that would take over London and indeed the world over the next few years: hats!
John Hoppner, a lady, 1786c, National Gallery of Victoria, Australia
John Hoppner, a lady, 1786c, National Gallery of Victoria, Australia
By the 1780s hats were not just made of straw but of wool felt and beaver fur, the techniques generally used for male hat making were now applied to making huge, wonderful, show stopping creations for women. The bigger the better. 
George Romney, Lady Milnes, 1789c, Frick Collection, USA
George Romney, Lady Milnes, 1789c, Frick Collection, USA

Written content of this post copyright © Virginia Hill, 2016.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

The Time In Between: the Era of William IV

It's my pleasure to welcome Caroline Warfield to the salon to discuss William IV!


What do you call the era of William IV, sandwiched as it is between the Georgian and the Victorian? It may be short, but it can't be dismissed. William warrants attention in his own right.

A note about eras: the Covent Garden Gilflurt's Guide to Life covers all things Georgian, that long and glorious era of the four Georges, a time of social and economic change and literary flowering. Its extent is almost always defined as beginning with the accession of George I in 1714 to the death of George IV in 1830. (That ubiquitous period, the Regency, is a subset of Georgian and refers, of course. to the period in which the future George IV served as regent for his father, George III.) The Victorian Era began when Victoria came to the throne June 20, 1837 and lasted for over sixty years until her death in 1901. 

That leads to my question, what do you call the years 1830 to 1837? Occasionally, but not often, those years are lumped into the Georgian. That may be because William was the brother of one George and the son of another, or because his reign is too short to bother naming. In writing two novels set in that stretch of time, I've come to think of it as the Time In Between. It belongs to William alone.

When William was born in the Queen's House (later Buckingham Palace) in 1765 he was considered, as a third son, an unlikely candidate to accede to the throne. He entered the navy at aged thirteen and soon after served in New York during the American Revolution, just escaping a plot to kidnap him. He is generally considered to have been a good and well-respected officer, numbering Nelson among his friends. He left the navy in 1790, however, and, when he sought a command during the Napoleonic Wars, he was denied one.

After being made Duke of Clarence, he lived for twenty years in a domestic arrangement with the actress Dorothea Bland, "Mrs. Jordan," with whom he had ten children, all given the surname Fitzclarence. By all accounts it was a happy household, but the relationship came to an end when William sought a rich wife as a way out of financial difficulties. Wealthy fathers kept a tight hold on their daughters, however, and William was only successful after the death of Princess Charlotte when he became heir apparent.

Unlike his older brothers, William appears to have been a domestic soul. His marriage to Princess Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen, while an arranged one, was reputed to be as happy as his long arrangement with Mrs. Jordan. Adelaide was kind and welcoming to the Fitzclarence children, all of who came into William's custody after the death of their mother. Unfortunately, none of his legitimate children survived infancy, leaving the daughter of his younger brother, Victoria, as his heir.

As king, William has been described as unassuming and disinterested in pomp, and as hard working and conscientious. He had to be persuaded to have a coronation ceremony and, even then, put the event on tight budget in deliberate contrast to George IV. The Duke of Wellington claimed to have gotten more done with William in ten minutes than he had with George IV in ten days. William, who had generally supported the Whigs as a young man, tilted toward conservative as king. He supported the Duke of Wellington and the Tories but they lost control soon after William took the throne.

The loss pushed the country toward the Reform Crisis. Lord Grey, Wellington's Whig successor, introduced the Reform act, which sought to reform the electoral system. It eliminated "rotten boroughs" (those with few voters and multiple MPs controlled by peers); broadened voting rights to include shopkeepers, small landowners and tenant farmers; created new constituencies; and almost doubled the electorate. The bill passed only after much struggle in Parliament and riots in the streets. Grey prevailed upon William to create sufficient new peers to ensure passage in Lords. He agreed reluctantly, but Lords caved in and passed the bill. Because the act had no impact on the poor and the working class, many thought it didn't go far enough. Widespread dissatisfaction ultimately led to Lord Grey's resignation. William's early popularity never recovered.

William's politics were complicated. He supported Catholic emancipation but opposed the abolition of slavery. He distrusted foreign governments, particularly the French, yet sought to improve Anglo-American relations. 

In addition to the first reform act, other events during William's reign include:
  • Slavery was abolished throughout the British Empire
  • The Factory Act of 1833 prohibited the employment of children less than nine and reducing the hours of women and older children.
  • The New Poor Law of 1835 passed.
  • The Tolpuddle Martyrs, a group of Dorset agricultural laborers, were transported to Australia for taking a secret oath to form a trade union. It sparked a massive nationwide protest.
  • Fire destroyed the Palace of Westminster and a new London Bridge opened.
  • Laws passed requiring the registration of births, deaths and marriages.
  • The last person in England to stand in a pillory did so, the first policeman killed in the line of duty died, and the last two men to suffer capital punishment for homosexual acts were hanged.
  • Charles Darwin embarked on and returned from the voyage of the HMS Beagle with the notes from the Galapagos Islands that would like to his work the Origin of the Species.
  • Ross led an expedition to the magnetic North Pole.
  • Michael Faraday demonstrated electromagnetic induction and constructed the first dynamo.
  • Charles Dickens earliest writings, including Oliver Twist, which shed light on the plight of the poor, were published. 
  • Sir Walter Scott died.
  • Alfred Tennyson's Lady of Shallot was published.
  • Harrods was founded. 
  • The East India Company lost its China monopoly.
  • The Rideau Canal, a Unesco World Heritage site, connecting Kingston in Upper Canada to Montreal in Lower Canada was completed.

The Time In Between isn't an era that can be brushed aside. William lived long enough to see his niece Victoria reach her majority, and thus out of her mother's control, as he had hoped, but only by a few weeks. He died June 20, 1837, and so began the Victorian Era.

For more information see

"The Reform Act of  1832," British Library: Learning,

"King William IV (1765-1837)," BBC: History,

"William IV," Spartacus Educational:  British History>The Monarchy,, 

"The Reform Act of 1832," UK Parliament official website,

My interest in "The TIme In Between" comes from researching the first books in my new series, Children of Empire. The first in that series, The Renegade Wife begins in Upper Canada in 1832. The second, The Reluctant Wife (due April 2017) begins in India in 1835. 

About The Renegade Wife
Betrayed by his cousin and the woman he loved, Rand Wheatly fled England, his dreams of a loving family shattered. He clings to his solitude in an isolated cabin in Upper Canada. Returning from a business trip to find a widow and two children squatting in his house, he flies into a rage. He wants her gone, but her children are sick and injured, and his heart is not as hard as he likes to pretend.

Meggy Blair harbors a secret, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep her children safe. She’d hopes to hide with her Ojibwa grandmother, if she can find the woman and her people. She doesn't expect to find shelter with a quiet, solitary man, a man who lowers his defensive walls enough to let Meggy and her children in.

Their idyllic interlude is shattered when Meggy’s brutal husband appears to claim his children. She isn’t a widow, but a wife, a woman who betrayed the man she was supposed to love, just as Rand’s sweetheart betrayed him. He soon discovers why Meggy is on the run, but time is running out. To save them all, Rand must return and face his demons. He follows her to Portsmouth and Bristol, still reeling from the Reform Crisis riots.

Available now for pre-order

About the Author

Traveler, would-be adventurer, librarian, technology manager—Caroline Warfield has been many things, but above all a romantic. She is now a writer of historical romance, enamored of owls, books, history, and beautiful gardens, who sits in an office surrounded by windows and lets her characters lead her to adventures in England and the far flung corners of the British Empire. She nudges them to explore the riskiest territory of all, the human heart.

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Written content of this post copyright © Caroline Warfield, 2016.