His lady in Hiding

Launched in April to a big splash, His Lady in Hiding made its debut amongst store closures and a spreading pandemic. Interesting timing because when I wrote this book, I knew it needed to be light and fun full of plenty of humor which is just what we all wanted to read. Some highlights for me writing this book: The humor on the passage over, the sweet boy Jeremy and the preacher and his wife, The Allens. The house for her mother in Wales. (spoiler) and the growth in Lady Elizabeth’s character. It was a fun challenge also to write Barton’s characters. Watching him struggle with the very realistic difficulties of living in their time, with all that life threw at him at once. I think he made his way through and came out on top. And I agree with one reviewer who said that the way he responded was exactly accurate according to the time period they are in. I used a lot of Regency rules and expectations as specific challenges to work through for him. Some rules you just can’t break without losing honor. This applies especially for gentlemen in that era.

I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. I have loved talking about it and sharing it with all of you. Get your copy if you don’t have it yet. Amazon, Seagull, Deseret Book, Barnes and Noble. The Deseret bookshelf APP has it. It’s on audible. It’s a perfect escape.

And through all of this, I fine tuned my author motto: To write immersive stories that capture readers and return them better for having taken the journey.

She will be Heard

While researching for A Lady’s Maid, I found myself on numerous occasions, standing up and pacing. “How?” “Why?” Even the teenage, “I can’t even…” all rushed through my mind. Then I would rush back to the screen, trying to puzzle through how a human could come to another and say, “We want our voice to be heard.” And the response would be, “No.”

If you take out the politics, the gender, the labels, how could one human say to another, “I don’t want to hear you?” And not just once, but over and over again, “I don’t want to hear you.” For generations.

And I never found a satisfying answer.

But what I did discover was so emotional for me, I hope you have the same response while reading A Lady’s Maid.

  • Women are amazing. They had a huge influence—even while undervalued, abused, and ground down upon, they still made a difference.
  • Women persisted. They never gave up. Hundreds and hundreds of years of asking, they did not give up.
  • Men that listen to, believe, and admire women are the real deal. They are one vital factor into why real change could finally happen.

And here’s one of the most powerful truths I learned. The story changes depending on WHO is telling it. That’s not because someone is making up stories. Or lying. But because point of view is everything. Two people can experience the same thing and come away with a totally different dialogue.

As I placed myself in the mind and heart of women in the 1800’s, asking for the right to vote, experiencing resultant abuse because their voice is not heard, I learned the power of Point of View. Who’s telling the story? And I imagined some of our own stories, the ones of ancient history. What more insight would we gain from a feminine point of view? What would the history of the world look like as told through a woman’s eyes? If I ever have the privilege to sit at the feet of some of the earliest women in our lives, I will drink from their perspective, soak in their wisdom, and joy in the telling and the listening.

With all the emotion running around in my heart at the launch of a new book, I’m mostly overcome with gratitude. For all the women, then and now who join the conversation, who take risks and stand up and speak, who raise figurative banners and say, over and over again…

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

I will be heard.

To you and to women everywhere, I salute you. I curtsy, or nod in your direction. I cry with you. I hug you. I cheer for you and I stand in silent vigil with you. Thank you for being you. I believe in God and I truly believe that when God sent women to this earth, He knew what the world could become because of us. Do not tread lightly, dear sisters. Add your voice to the conversation. In this remarkable day of communication, Be Heard.

Women’s Suffrage and Regency?


Women were there, asking for the right to vote while Darcy found Elizabeth not tolerable enough.

Women were there when Heathcliff was making us all depressed.

Women were marching for suffrage during the Dashwoods’ many plights.

Women were there during Roman times.

Women ruled during the time of the Egyptians.

And yet, they weren’t given the right to vote, or any voice in the governance of their countries in our historical memory until the beginning of the twentieth century.

While writing and researching for The Nobleman’s Daughter, I was fascinated to see so many women, marching, rallying, and yes, wearing white with laurel wreaths. And yet, our fictional stories rarely acknowledge their existence, or if we do, they are the bluestocking pariah of their day, and small parts of the story.

So I determined to make the movement the story. Or at least create a plot so intertwined with the plight of women that we would not fail to see it. I have so much respect for these women over the centuries who persisted. Because without them, I would not live with the rights and freedoms I now posses.

I can’t wait for you to read, A Lady’s Maid, to follow Molly’s journey as she tries to aid in suffrage for all, particularly women. Go take a look. If you, like me, have been feeling sad for Molly and the place she was left at the end of The Nobleman’s Daughter, read this right away. CLICK HERE or on the image below.

A Lady's Maid COVER

Scarlet and the Art of Retellings

The nitty gritty about the first scene in Scarlet:

I have wanted to talk about retellings for some time.

What makes a good retelling?

  • Do we want to stay in that world longer, and so as a reader we look for new characters in the same world?
  • Or do we love the characters so much we wish to go on more adventures with them?
  • Did we love the premise so much that we want another plot like the first but with all new people or in a new place?
  • Or do we want a clever twist on the original, with elements we recognize and feel comfortable with and other pieces that are new to us?

A retelling could be all these things. I’ve even read retellings where the dialogue was almost exactly the same as the original but the characters and setting were different. (I didn’t enjoy that one)

So, let’s get into the nitty gritty of my retelling of The Scarlet Pimpernel.

The first scenes.

Many have seen the movies, the old ones and the newer Jane Seymour rendition. And the first scene in the movie reminds them of the second scene in my book. (once she gets away from the guillotine which in my book, it is a totally unique story).

How did I write that first scene? Is it a play by play of the movie?

No. I read the book, loved the first line,

“A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.” The Scarlet Pimpernel pp 1-7. Baroness Orczy

I know it sounds awful. You can almost see the bloodlust, the depravity of the people. And when I read that line, I knew, that my romance, my light, fun romance, a story of heroism and courage, would be told against the back drop of a people who had lost their humanity.

So I started there in my book. I wanted to set that up right away, saying: We are in France and it’s an awful time to be alive. OK, at the guillotine, bloodlust all around, got it.

BUT amidst terror, heroes always rise. I have seen this firsthand and I wanted to establish hope amongst the depravity. Yes, humans forgot they were supposed to be human, BUT some were good. Some were so incredibly good that their light shone through the darkness all around. And just like in my book, if you look, you will always find heroes in our day. So in Scarlet, there is a woman who cares, a boy who follows her around, a young man who helps.

Then. I wanted to establish early on, that we are retelling the Pimpernel. I wanted the reader to instantly recognize a familiar tale. So I followed similarly to the first disguise the Pimpernel uses in the book. He drives a cart. He is an old hag. He has coffins with him. (he has coffins many times and I tried to only use coffins once.) He has a boy with him who has the plague. They leave through the west gate where the infamous Bibot watches over. I wanted some costumes to be similar, some disguises to be recognizable but I also wanted to create my own rescues, costumes and disguises. But before I deviated from a much loved tale, I grounded us all in the original.

The movie follows this whole opening in the book pretty much play for play as the book addresses it. Hag, coffins, plague, heads, Bibot.

I didn’t.

I include Simon who does not have the plague and he is not a boy but a mentally challenged young man. She is a hag and she has a bag of heads. In the book and movie, the Pimpernel uses the plague of his son to distract and disgust the guard. I use the bag of heads in my book. I also use it for humor. I tried to write the scene in such a melodramatic manner that people laughed instead of cringed, but my mother was pretty upset by the gruesome nature of the scene.

In these first scenes and throughout my book, I wrote a retelling with a twist. Several of the characters are gender bent. I told the story in a similar setting. I include disguise, heroic characters, a fashion conscious heroine, a Prince who feeds on it all. A true hero who is willing to sacrifice all, a league of helpers. The French Revolution and accurate bits of history. The VILLAINS. One day I’d like to talk about what I did with Chauvlin/Eleonore Duplay. and so on.

Baroness Orczy created a wonderful tale and fabulous characters, and since then, many have created their own tales inspired by her genius so that we could linger a little longer in her world, enjoy her characters, and in this case be educated by her setting. And though I don’t claim to have mastered like the master herself, I do feel I have added something of value to the ever growing world of The Pimpernel.

As seen particularly in The women: Exploring how the tale would have worked if a woman were in charge was a fascinating exercise and brought to light some of the stronger qualities that make up the feminine side of our humanity. I felt like the best parts of why women are heroic were shown through this story. I used the gender twist as an opportunity to highlight some of the many women who were involved in the French Revolution, the huge numbers that asked for a constitution, that asked for their rights to be protected in the document. They were brave, outspoken and educated.

And as seen in the historical details: I tried to stay true to the original tale as written in the books, AND to history. I included real to life events and people as much as possible.

And can we not have a bit of fun? Because I have to admit, playing around in this world, with a fascinating and brilliant, brave woman, a handsome passionate frenchman and a league of brave men was one of the most entertaining projects I have ever endeavored.

Thank you for being here on the journey. Thank you for enabling me to add my mark to the growing retellings of such a clever and beautiful story.


First comes Love, then comes Marriage…or Emotional Resonance.

I have had a fantastic response to Scarlet, my latest historical romance. People love the twist on a famous character, The Scarlet Pimpernel. They love to read the history of the time. I loved writing it, and the idea fascinated me. So it has been my quickest and most fun historical to write to date. (though I have one coming with a lady who disguises herself as a maid, might rival this one)

But I did something unique with the romance arc in this story. And it mimics what happened in Baroness Orczy’s book which is largely why I did it. But now that I have, it has taught me a few things about romance and life.

So, in the romance genre, you start with two people who have things that bring them together and things that pull them apart and the idea is that the two camps of influences struggle with and against each other throughout your book until in the end, your characters overcome all their inner and outer demons and the romance conquers all. Often this culminates in a kiss or a marriage or a proposal of some sort. (or something steamier if that’s what you read)

In a romance, the proposal or marriage comittment is what is happening on the OUTSIDE. A kiss, a proposal, a marriage are all important symbols. But what’s more important, of course, is the INNER emotional journey. 

And so with Scarlet, you have two people who meet and fall in love quickly, get married right away, but THEN begins their true emotional journey as they learn to trust and rely on each other. Their romance arc, though they are already married, ends when their relationship is at a true happily ever after. Not just in word or paper, but when they have  reached a place where you know they can weather whatever storms come because they have each other. This emotional resonance should be present in all romances, and is the TRUE Happily ever after we all seek. No matter if the OUTER physical manifestation is present or not. An engagement does not make a HEA (read happily ever after). Neither does a marriage. A unity of mind and heart and emotional constancy does.

Happy reading my lovely friends! Look for the emotional arc in characters while you read their love stories. Therein lies the TRUE love story.

Being Real

This morning, I feel like being real.

I mean, I’m always REAL. But I mean, the dirty bathroom kind of real, the shut your bedroom door so no one sees the mess kind of real.

Some of the real grittiness of life people don’t want to see, if we are being honest. They have their own grittiness and don’t need to be messin’ with mine.

Everyone asks me how I do it. When I start to tell them how I organize my day, or my method of calendaring, eyes glaze over. So I don’t think they really want to know the detailed account of my minutes. I’ve started making jokes about my piles of laundry and that brings a laugh, and a glint of satisfaction that concerns me.

I think people wonder what had to give so that I might have time to be an author. And I wish the answer was, “nothing that I valued had to go.”

But that’s not entirely true, so now I’m being real.

You know that awesome book you have that totally sucks you in and you don’t need food, or sleep or even the bathroom while you are reading it?

That’s how writing a book is. Once you slip into that world, your fingers flying across the keyboard, you are lost, and all interruptions seem secondary.

That sounds lovely, right? It actually is. Drafting a book is a magical journey to another place.

But then you have to edit. Which is painstaking and careful and brow-beating work. Where something is not working and even if you don’t know exactly how to fix it, you have to fix it. But editing is where things start to shine and your intent becomes clear. It’s like a slow reveal gem buried deep in the earth. Editing consumes me in a different way than drafting consumes me.

And then there’s proofreading which is fine.

But if you write books, chances are, you want people to read them. So there is a whole side of writing that has nothing to do at all with actually creating stories. Marketing, platform building, networking work. I sort of LOVE/hate this work. I love the people aspect of it. Love to meet new people, love to connect, love having people in my life. I don’t want to talk about the parts that are grueling. I mean, I can only be real about a few things at a time.

So if I let it, writing could take over my life, and there are two-week stretches when I have a deadline and it actually does take over most of my time. The trouble with the time vacuum is that I have a vibrant and rewarding life outside of writing.

And this morning, it got real.

I got a text. “We are coming to get Audrey at 8 this morning.” Cute friends, taking her to breakfast. So I walk by her room at 7:15, considering whether to wake her or let them surprise her. AND I SAW HER ROOM. I feel like I was in there just the other day, right? And it was clean?

Then my older teen saunters over. “Mom, do you know where our calculators are?”

He has the ACT this morning and must leave in twenty minutes. And I happen to know we have gone on a graphing calculator hunt before and come up empty handed. We buy a new one every year but we never actually have one to use. So I leave Audrey asleep in her bed and move to help my son. After much drawer and old back pack digging we find one, but it is not charged. Then we find another, miracle of miracles, but the batteries are old and crusty. The hunt for AAA batteries ensues. In the meantime, clock is ticking for girls to arrive and embarrassing room awaits. Then BAM breakfast. “Have you eaten anything?” Of course not. I scramble for something edible and quick. I cannot give him cereal before the ACT, isn’t that bad? Too many carbs? I vaguely remember peanut butter being a good thing, so I slab some on a couple rolls and add Nutella for luck and hand them to my son, with a water bottle and power bar for snack and send him out the door. Back to Audrey’s room and I start to notice the other rooms in the house. So you get my point. Authoring for me means messy rooms. I am willing to give up cleaning to write books. But when my older kids took the ACT, before I became an author, everything was laid out the night before and they arose calmly with plenty of time to do their best. Right now as I type, I am panicking a little bit because I don’t know if he brought a spare number 2 pencil. I don’t even know if he brought A pencil but I’m assuming even a sixteen year old guy would remember that.

In the meantime, other teen didn’t finish his merit badge in time for a particular deadline, and I didn’t get to hug my youngest after losing a basketball game in double overtime.

But good things are happening too. Older teen will finish his Eagle Scout project next week and be almost done earning his Eagle Scout award.

Let’s, just for fun, make a list of all the things.

Two sons’ progress towards Eagle in Scouting.

One daughter preparing to go to the Philippines in May. This includes researching and acquiring all things that will keep her alive over there. As well as getting her shots. And giving her the emotional support and building love she needs before she goes for 18 months.

One daughter returning from 18 months in Spain. Finding her apartment, with specific friends, adding all her classes.

One son’s support as he gets ready to audition for HS band.

One daughter’s talent development in voice and piano and possibly volleyball. This weighs on me a little bit.

My responsibilities at church. These are large and varied and all consuming if I let them. My husband is the Bishop of our congregation. And so by default my role at his side could be as large or small as I make it. And I also have a job leading the music program for the children at church every Sunday.

Friends. I do have them still, I hope.

The yard, the house.

Dentist Appts. I mean, this deserves its own blog post.

And so on. Everything fighting for its moment at the top of my to-do list each day.



I can always tell if my life is out of balance when my closet and my laundry room are a mess. My desk, though, my desk is ALWAYS a mess, and I like it that way.

Because I feel like balance is an inside out kind of thing. You can only be truly organized, balanced, at peace, if the smallest unseen corner is also organized, balanced and at peace. Even if the front room that everyone sees is a mess, I can find peace that my closet is organized. Go figure.

That seems like a lot of pressure and even as I wrote it, something in my chest pinched. But I don’t mean you can’t have peace if you throw all the junk from the counter into your bedroom when company comes. I just mean that Peace is an inner state.

And I don’t have much peace when my life is out of balance. In fact, I feel uncharacteristically stressed when life is out of balance. I can accomplish tons of things, be always busy, juggle many projects at once as long as I’m balanced. But I can be doing only two things and feel completely overwhelmed if there is an imbalance.

What do I mean by imbalance? I’m not sure how everyone else works, but I have some pillars that need to be present in my life in representative amounts, and that creates balance for me.

Pillar One: I need to feel fulfilled and connected in my family life. Nothing will ever be perfect at home, but I need to feel like my relationships with the family members are loving and that we are all progressing.

Pillar Two: I need to progress in my passions. Right now this is writing and all that comes with being an Author.

Pillar Three: Friends, connections, service, volunteering–This is basically all the other people outside of my family in my life.

Pillar Four: A peaceful and organized space. I am not sure how much of a pillar this is for me, but I think it is important. And everyone’s version of organized is different. But I am realizing more and more that my space needs to be in control or my balance is off.

Pillar Five: I need to feel at peace with and connected to God.

If any of these pillars is off kilter, I am off kilter. And none of the others function well for very long.


Can your Romance Stand Alone?

Can your Romance Stand Alone?

A Tribute to the Clean, Proper and Sweet.
and compelling, gritty, tense, angst ridden, smart and fun.

As a historical romance author of clean fiction, I get asked every so often, “Is there a market for clean romance?”

When I tell them, most exuberantly YES! Many adults nod their heads gratefully. “Great! Where can I buy your books?” RIGHT HERE

But sometimes a well meaning friend will ask, “Who’s your market? Teenagers? Middle Schoolers?”

So I thought I would explain why I write clean romance, why the market, especially among adults, is growing, and why it can be the most compelling, page-turning option.

1. Steamy scenes can be a crutch. The temptation to go from one such scene to the next with only a weak plot in between is too much to resist for some writers. Sex sells to its audience, but remember it has a specific audience, not an all-encompassing one. I recognize that beautiful books have been written that include steamy scenes, but this is just a reminder to take note, even if the scene or plot naturally calls for such a scene, even if it has a purpose and is character driven and important to the story, the sex can immediately dull the tension in your story, because the story can morph into a plot about the sex.

Just like the gentle touch on your hand, fingers lacing together sends thrills of expectation up and down your arm; once you kiss, the hand holding is nice, but you hunger for the kiss. Also in a romance, once you include a sex scene, everything else dulls because every other physical act cannot measure up, and the story escalates from one hot moment to the next. The story, the romantic arc, the plot points, all become secondary.

2. Let’s talk tension. Suggestion, anticipation , desire and yearning make a story, lead a story and romantic arc for a hundred pages or more without anyone tiring. The thirst is far more compelling than the satisfaction. Aren’t those the things that turn pages? Don’t we write hooks and cliff hangers for a reason?

3. THE SECRET: Emotional fulfillment is far more satisfying than physical fulfillment. And if you can accomplish true emotional fulfillment, where hero and heroine come together in a way you never thought possible, in a perfect blend of a whole, completing each other in just the right ways, the audience leaves feeling far more rewarded than if they had tangled up in someone’s sheets for a scene or two. And here is where steamy romances often fall short. So much physical fulfillment is reached that the other aspects of the relationship can feel neglected or superficial.

4. Personal reason number four. I think art should stay away from interpreting our most sacred expression of love. The holy moments shared in complete intimacy are better in real life when untainted by interference from the imaginations of others.

5. As a historical writer, is your philandering time-period appropriate? It pains me to read Regency romances with open groping and closet make-outs, and sex between nobles. None of that is time period appropriate. The heroes and heroines not only do not act in a manner appropriate for the time, but they don’t think like a hero would in that day. Attention authors: most married couples did not even share the same bedroom–Intimacy was not discussed, not referenced, not public in any way. If handled any differently in the next Regency you pick up, the character’s ideas and passions are  modern and historically inaccurate.  And that grates the historian in me. Note: My books have some really really fun kissing, but it’s secret, or accidental, or married, or shocking or otherwise appropriate for the time.

And, the key, the clincher:
Ask yourself, can your romance stand alone? Is your story good enough that your audience would read it with or without any steamy scenes at all?

So, yes, there is a market for clean romance. The market is large and consistent and reliable, and it is growing. The authors are well known and established, many bestsellers with bids for movies. Just one Goodreads group has over twenty thousand clean romance books listed in it. And the market is larger and farther reaching than the inspirational lines of books that you would expect, larger than the Christian publishers. Big houses have whole lines dedicated to the sweet and the proper.

AND there is a growing adult audience that actively seeks nice, fun, compelling romance with no sex. Pay attention to the past success of Clean Flicks and now Vid Angel. Media in all forms is neglecting a paying, large audience of adults who would prefer a cleaned up version of excellent entertainment. Also in literature, at the time of my writing this list, Amazon has a category called, “Clean and Wholesome Romance” with over 15,000 books currently listed. A quick scroll through the first page of the list showed many five star options with reviews in the hundreds.

Multiple best sellers are available with publishers who are actively seeking clean and proper romance. See this Facebook group of excellent literature–all clean. https://www.facebook.com/wholesomeromance/?ref=br_rs

Or this one https://www.facebook.com/ProperRomanceSeries/

As readers, we can seek them out, praise authors in our reviews and pay attention to the excellent stories that are told without crutch or gratuitous device. I hope we will, because it will only further draw attention to a growing, marketable and lucrative sub-genre.

Red Caps, Eagles and the Sparrow

Complicated: the best word to use when describing England’s change to greater democracy. What could they do, with the French Revolution so close at their heels? Fear dictated much of the lawmaking. At the forefront, they wished to avoid the terror from across the channel. Undercurrents of resistance to change, the noble class’s feelings of superiority, and an uncharted course as to how to go about change kept things moving at status quo for hundreds of years longer than was necessary.

Theme. Authors talk a lot about theme.

I think most of the time, theme just happens without meaning to. It’s all tied into the author and her voice and the things she innately cares about.

But sometimes we do it on purpose.

In The Nobleman’s Daughter, some important moments in history helped dictate the theme. Reading about the working class rallies and hopes for rights and freedom helped me to see a character who could help them.  Someone who was privileged but had her own limitations of freedom: A woman in Regency England.  Peterloo was devastating. Horrified lawmakers, poets, human beings all reacted in disbelief that such a thing could happen. But from that beginning, the great pendulum began to creak awake. “They say” it swings. I wonder if it hadn’t stalled for a thousand years or so in England before this moment. But Regency England marked a time of change. In fact, if you look at history all over the world, change defines the era on every continent, a brief echo beginning in London.

The red cap of liberty: a symbol used in France during the revolution. Also used in England, but not with violent intent. Lord Nathaniel calls himself red. And the Liberty Seekers use the cap as a symbol among them.

Eagles: At rest and in flight. Eagles are majestic. And they fly free. And they fly high. Strong and rarely seen, they rule the air as a large predator. I love the idea of an Eagle. No one stops him/her. No one gets in their way. H/she goes where she pleases. Fiercely protects her own. Lord Nathaniel is a brilliant Eagle at rest, presiding over his own. Charlie is THE eagle in flight, doing the work, tireless, taking the risks.

The Sparrow. First I researched to see what small birds the English had as pets during the time period. And turns out they came over from the Netherlands and people would provide an early version of a bird house for them, as well as keep them in cages indoors. So the Duke purchased some for Lady Amanda when she was a little girl and she immediately set them free. And it became a tradition between them. He would order more and she would set them free, until as she grew older, she kept some, because they seemed happy in their cage and that encouraged her when she felt a bit trapped by all the RULES and expectations in her society. But the sparrow is really the perfect bird. Small, non-assuming. And mentioned throughout time in literature. Sparrows have made their impact on the great tomes of time and in much international folklore.

The prevailing thought about sparrows centers around their small, unassuming physical appearance that nevertheless accomplishes great things. This article gives many examples of the use of a sparrow in story and literature. I most like the last idea: “It symbolizes that no matter how big or tiny you are, you can conquer the world with your hard work.”

And in the Bible: Luke 12: 6-7 “Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are numbered…”

And so Lady Amanda is my sparrow. Known. Strong. Influential even though she is the smallest.

What is Peterloo?

While researching for my first Regency romance, The Nobleman’s Daughter, I asked over and over, “But what about the poor people? Have they no rights? No recourse? Who is caring for them?” I had a wonderful story in mind highlighting the beautiful and wealthy elite–the plight of the poor mercilessly bumped it aside. So I stopped ignoring the lower classes, like the wealthy of the time should have done, and I really looked at what had happened to these people.

And I found that no one was speaking for them. No one SAW them. Think about that. In a world where we feel like we have a voice, however small, imagine if you had no recourse, a government who didn’t care, nobles who hoped to keep you in your lowly position, and zero money or opportunity to gain more.

I just couldn’t fathom their lives. And then I wondered how did they get out of that mess? As a people, what brought about change? And that’s when I discovered Peterloo.

The poor were rising. They were not content to live in misery, not content with their lack of rights or freedom, and they bravely asked for change.

Sixty thousand people showed up in a great rally. Think about that. How often could you or I gather sixty thousand people to stand up for anything? And this was before phones or internet or any form of simple communication. They rode horses. And they came in peace with signs. Women too. “No Corn Laws” (their food was taxed an unbearable amount) “Votes for all” “Love” “Unity and Strength”.

They prepared to hear speakers. Full of hope that something would finally change, they came in their Sunday best.

And they were chopped down. By swords. Chased out of the square, trampled. It was one of the worst tragedies of the time and became known as the Peterloo Massacre.

I am proud of these peaceful fighters for freedom, thrilled to continue their memory in my romance, and determined to be another voice who stands for the downtrodden, for rights and for freedom.