17 February 2012

Rosemary Morris

welcome to....
       a touch of 
Tangled Love
Rosemary Morris

The theme and plot for Tangled Love evolved while I read about the Stuart Kings and Queens. 
What, I asked myself, would the effect have been on a child whose father did not like James’ II character, politics or religion?
To explain the background to Tangled Love, I wrote the following Author’s Notes.
“When the outwardly Protestant Charles II died in 1685, he left a country torn by religious controversy but no legitimate children. The throne passed to his Catholic brother James.
It was an anxious time for the people, whose fears increased when James II, became so unpopular that he was forced into exile. In 1688, James’s Protestant daughter, Mary, and her husband, William of Orange, became the new queen and king of England.
Some English Protestants, who had sworn allegiance to James II, refused to take a new oath of allegiance to William and Mary and joined him in France.
When James’s younger daughter, Anne, inherited the throne in 1702, many Protestant exiles returned to England. Others declared themselves Jacobites, supporters of James II son, James III, by his second wife, Mary of Modena, and stayed abroad. They believed James III should be king.”
Tangled Love begins with a prologue set in 1693 in which, Richelda, my ten year old heroine faces her first major conflict.  When my reader next meets Richelda at the age of eighteen Queen Anne is on the throne and she has suffered the result of her father’s decision to follow James II to France.
Tangled Love is the story of two estates, dilapidated Bellemont and Field House.  When Richelda’s parents died she was left penniless and alone, holding onto the oath she gave her father to reclaim Field House, their ancestral home.
Richelda entrusts her heart to the parson’s son, Dudley, but he is not all that he seems.  Her wealthy aunt saves her from poverty, and wants to arrange her marriage to a dashing Viscount, whose care and attention make Richelda think and feel against her wishes.
However, as she travels a new path to London, she never forgets her oath.  But hidden danger lurks. When she tries to find a legendary treasure trove, she must also fight not only for her life but for true love.


     Nine year-old Richelda Shaw sat on the floor in her nursery. She pulled a quilt over her head to block out the thunder pealing outside the ancient manor house while an even fiercer storm raged deep within. Eyes closed, she remained as motionless as a marble statue.
    Her mother’s personal maid, Elsie tugged the quilt from her head. ‘Stand up child, there’s nothing to be frightened of. Come, your father’s waiting for you.’
      Richelda trembled. Until now Father’s short visits from France meant gifts and laughter. This one made Mother cry while servants spoke in hushed tones.
Followed by Elsie, Richelda hurried down broad oak stairs. For a moment, she paused to admire lilies of the valley in a Delft bowl.  Only yesterday, she picked the flowers to welcome Father home then arranged them with tender care. Now, the bowl stood on a chest, beneath a pair of crossed broadswords hanging on the wall.
      Elsie opened the massive door of the great hall where Father stood to one side of an enormous hearth. Richelda hesitated. Her eyes searched for her mother before she walked across the floor, spread her skirts wide and knelt before him.
      Father placed his right hand on her bent head. ‘Bless you, daughter, may God keep you safe.’ He smiled. ‘Stand up, child. Upon my word, sweetheart, your hair reminds me of a golden rose. How glad I am to see roses bloom in these troubled times.’
        Richelda stood but dared not speak for she did not know him well.
        Putting an arm round her waist, he drew her to him. ‘Come, do not be nervous of your father, child. Tell me if you know King James II holds court in France while his daughter, Mary, and William, his son-in-law, rule after seizing his throne?’
      ‘Yes, Mother told me we are well rid of King James and his Papist wife,’ she piped up, proud of her knowledge.
     With a sigh, Father lifted her onto his knee. ‘Richelda, I must follow His Majesty for I swore an oath of allegiance to him. Tell me, child, while King James lives how can I with honour swear allegiance to his disloyal daughter and her husband?’
      Unable to think of a reply, she lowered her head breathing in his spicy perfume.
    Father held her closer. ‘Your mother pleads with me to declare myself for William and Mary. She begs me not to return to France, but I am obliged to serve King James. Do you understand?’
      As she nodded her cheek brushed against his velvet coat. ‘Yes, I understand, my tutor told me why many gentlemen will not serve the new king and queen.’
        ‘If you remain in England, you will be safe. Bellemont is part of your mother’s dowry so I doubt it will be confiscated.’
        If she remained in England! Startled, she stared at him.
       Smiling, he popped her onto her feet. ‘We shall ride. I have something to show you.’
     Before long, they drew rein on the brow of a hill. Father pointed at a manor house in the valley.  ‘Look at our ancestral home, Field House. The Roundheads confiscated it soon after the first King Charles’ execution.  Richelda, I promised my father to do all in my power to regain the property.’ Grey-faced, he pressed his hand to his chest. ‘Alas, I have failed to keep my oath,’ he wheezed.
        Richelda not only yearned to help him keep his promise to her grandfather, she also yearned to find the gold and jewels legend said her buccaneer ancestor, Sir Nicholas, hid.
      She waited for her father to breathe easy before she spoke. ‘If we found the treasure trove you could buy Field House.’
      ‘Ah, you believe Sir Nicholas did not give all his plunder to Good Queen Bess,’ he teased.
      ‘Elsie told me legend says he hid some of his booty in Field House.’  The thought of it excited her.  In his old age, when Sir Nicholas retired from seafaring, is it true that he put his ship’s figurehead, Lady Luck, in the great hall?’
     ‘Yes, for all I know she is still above a mighty fireplace carved with pomegranates, our family’s device.’
          ‘I would like to see it.’
           ‘One day, perhaps you will. Now, tell me if you know our family motto.’
           ‘Fortune favours the brave.’
           ‘Are you brave, my little lady? Will you swear on the Bible to do all in your power to regain Field House?’
        To please him and excited by the possibility of discovering treasure she nodded.

Rosemary Morris’s ten dinner guests:

2 February 2012

Floating Gold (well you know me and anything nautical!

Please welcome my guest, author Margaret Muir :

Dear Helen,
Like you, I share a love of adventure on the high seas. Thank you for inviting me to your Guest Blog. 
Margaret - a bit cold in Antartica
My first flashes of writerly inspiration came when I was aboard a tall ship in the Indian Ocean. Sailing in the silence of a moonless night, I was alone on deck gazing at the sea curling from the ship’s bow when suddenly, I was mesmerized. 
There, dancing in the water, were thousands of pin-pricks of light, sparkling like tiny fireflies, appearing for an instant then disappearing just as quickly. They made me think of a magician’s magic dust and I nicknamed them illusive diamonds. 
Marine bioluminescent particle 
(courtesy D.P. Wilson)
Later I was to learn that the stars twinkling in the foam were marine bioluminescent particles which emitted light when the water was stirred by the ship.
Original Cover Design

For me, however, these illusive diamonds inspired my first novel, SEA DUST. Strangely, that scene appears in Chapter 11, which any budding author, might think is a crazy place to start a story! But I suppose we are all different. After publication by Hale Books in 2005, I wrote two more historical novels both set in Yorkshire where I was born and bred.
Being a late starter as a writer, I undertook a course in Creative Writing in order to improve my writing skills and around the same time I sailed to Singapore on a cruise ship. This was where I met Peter. Though I don’t write romance, our meeting would have made an excellent episode on The Love Boat. Apart from sharing a love of writing, we shared a love of travel. 
After sailing across the Atlantic in a barquentine, we cruised around South America and visited the Antarctic Peninsula, and it was the sights I saw on these voyages which inspired my next two books.

But when Peter died suddenly in a road accident, my writing came to a sudden halt. I felt the need to escape and start life afresh, so in 2007, I flew to Tasmania for a week’s holiday and immediately fell in love with the place. Two months later I was living in a house on a ridge overlooking the beautiful Tamar Valley near Launceston, Tasmania (obviously the early settlers didn’t have much imagination as far as place names were concerned).

From my window, overlooking the river winding its way towards Bass Strait, I can see Brady’s Lookout, the place where Matthew Brady, the ‘Gentleman Bushranger’ hid while watching for a ship to carry him to freedom. Unfortunately, his ship never came and he was captured and subsequently hung in Hobart in 1826.

MM aboard sailing ship at night 
Today, when I gaze at this landscape which has remained unchanged over 200 years, I consider the deprivation and hardship of men like Brady who were sentenced to transportation, to the lash, and to hard labour for committing petty crimes such as stealing a lump of cheese. I think of the first convict ships which used shackles taken from the Guinea slave trade vessels, and of the penal settlements where young men suffered unspeakable deprivations and punishments, which made the two dozen lashes handed down on His Majesty’s ships look like child’s play.

Though SEA DUST was my favourite book, I believe FLOATING GOLD is my best novel. Written in the style of a C.S. Forester or Patrick O’Brian classics, it is directed at a male readership. However, it is pleasing to see so many female mariners these days who enjoy reading nautical fiction stories.
(H.H. I loved it - I would have made it my editor's choice for the Historical Fiction Online Indie Published Books Reviews  - but the rules state that Ed's Choice must me a newly published book, not a re-published.)

Because of my interest in convicts, cannibals and Aborigines, over the last two years I have delved further into the colonial history of Van Diemen’s Land, and, in December, I graduated from the University of Tasmania with an Associate Degree in Arts. 

Graduation Dec 2011

 FLOATING GOLD was first published in hardback in limited numbers but I have recently self-published it in paperback. 
It is available from www.lulu.com, www.amazon.co.uk or www.amazon.com. SEA DUST is also available in paperback and as an e-book and although I intend to write the story of the ‘Gentleman Bushranger’, I have just commenced writing the sequel to FLOATING GOLD.

Thank you, Helen, for allowing me to share something of my story with your readers.

H.H. My pleasure Margaret - and I can highly recommend Floating Gold
MM at Brady’s Lookout

Here is my list of dinner guests:
As it comprises males only, I imagine the location must be aboard one of His Majesty’s fighting ships.

As a lover of adventure in the age-of-sail, I would have to include CS Forester, author of the Horatio Hornblower stories.
I won’t include Patrick O’Brian for if his dinner conversation is as verbose as some of his paragraphs, I feel be could hog the conversation. However, I would not say no to Russell Crowe in the guise of Jack Aubrey.

Johnny Depp would have to be on my list – not because he makes a fine pirate, but because he is a brilliant actor. His dark dramatic roles in The Secret Window and The Libertine are examples. (HH. Please can I come Margaret - I'll wait at table, wash up .... anything..... )

I would also love to meet Anthony Hopkins – a great actor and a gentleman.
Explorer, adventurer Ernest Shackleton is my hero. I believe his adventures far outweighed those of Captain Scott. Thanks to Shackleton all his men survived.
Matthew Brady – bushranger – hung in Hobart town 1826. I would like to hear his side of the story.
Also J.M. Barrie, playwright of Peter Pan. Perhaps he would show me the way into the wonderful world of his imagination.
William Wilberforce showed dogged determination and persistence against insurmountable opposition in his quest to bring an end to the slave trade. His qualities are something every author should aspire to.
I would also like to include my father, Frank Leak. He died in 1972 and I never really spoke to him as an adult.
My 10th place is set for the uninvited guest. The first time I did this, I received a phone call during dinner to say a friend had died. It seemed fitting that I had a welcome awaiting him at the table.

H.H. Can I volunteer as waitress? Washer-upper even????

For the Historical Novel Society's review of Floating Gold click Here

My next guest: Rosemary Morris