Irish Agrarian Societies: the Rockite Movement and the Release of “Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy”

The third book in my Twins’ Trilogy, Lady Chandler’s Sister, leads us along a dark path in British history. The book culminates in early January 1822, which was when the Rockite movement had set its sights on having its demands taken seriously. 1821 – 1824  was a time of sustained agrarian violence. They were named after their mythical leader, “Captain Rock.” SJ Connolly in “Mass Politics and Sectarian Conflict, 1823-30” [in WE Vaughan (ed.) A New History of Ireland, V: Ireland Under the Union, 1: 1801-70, Oxford, 1989, page 81] says the Rockite movement was “primarily a pragmatic, even conservative, movement, concerned with limited and specific economic-based goals, including the regulation of rents, wages and tithes, the protection of poor tenants threatened with eviction and wider access to land for tillage.” 

However in an essay from Rebecca Preston, the author proposes “that the Rockites were significantly influenced by contemporary politics and played a central role in pre-Famine Irish political life.” She goes on to argue, “that the Rockite movement had a strong political dimension as they were perceived as a political threat by the British Government and were partially motivated by political grievances. It is acknowledged that the Rockites were not solely motivated by political agitation — the movement encompassed a multifaceted agenda. The myriad motivations, however, including economic, ideological, political and religious, were interconnected and contributed to the politicisation of the Rockites.” 

In the three years in which they operated in the six southwestern counties of Ireland, up to 1000 “accused” were beaten, 93 murdered, with 16 of those coming in an arson incident at Mullinghone in County Tipperary.

51C+HH-ecRL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg  In Captain Rock: The Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821 – 1824, James S. Donnelly, Jr., provides the reader with incident after incident of the aggression displayed and the government’s reaction. The book includes incident after incident of arson, murder, rape, mutilation, and names some 400 atrocities. The book’s description on Amazon reads:

“Named for its mythical leader “Captain Rock,” avenger of agrarian wrongs, the Rockite movement of 1821–24 in Ireland was notorious for its extraordinary violence. In Captain Rock, James S. Donnelly, Jr., offers both a fine-grained analysis of the conflict and a broad exploration of Irish rural society after the French revolutionary and Napoleonic wars.

“Originating in west Limerick, the Rockite movement spread quickly under the impact of a prolonged economic depression. Before long the insurgency embraced many of the better-off farmers. The intensity of the Rockites’ grievances, the frequency of their resort to sensational violence, and their appeal on such key issues as rents and tithes presented a nightmarish challenge to Dublin Castle—prompting in turn a major reorganization of the police, a purging of the local magistracy, the introduction of large military reinforcements, and a determined campaign of judicial repression. A great upsurge in sectarianism and millenarianism, Donnelly shows, added fuel to the conflagration. Inspired by prophecies of doom for the Anglo-Irish Protestants who ruled the country, the overwhelmingly Catholic Rockites strove to hasten the demise of the landed elite they viewed as oppressors.

“Drawing on a wealth of sources—including reports from policemen, military officers, magistrates, and landowners as well as from newspapers, pamphlets, parliamentary inquiries, depositions, rebel proclamations, and threatening missives sent by Rockites to their enemies—Captain Rock offers a detailed anatomy of a dangerous, widespread insurgency whose distinctive political contours will force historians to expand their notions of how agrarian militancy influenced Irish nationalism in the years before the Great Famine of 1845–51.”

An article in the Irish Examiner, a review of Donnelly’s  book tells us, “In February 1822, a special commission in Cork charged 200 with Rockite or similar Whiteboy activity. Mercifully, only 15 were hanged. In the same month, the Insurrection Act introduced a sunset-to-sunrise curfew and summary justice for lawbreakers, of whom up to 330 per year were being transported in convict ships to Australia.

“Incidences of murder, arson, rape and mutilation are recorded by Donnelly in some detail, often gruesome. As a result, the comprehensive index, which names locations of more than 400 atrocities, gives modern residents anywhere in the southern counties a glimpse of their localities’ Rockite history and how much blood was spilt.

“Perhaps the most telling symptom of the near breakdown of rural Irish society in the 1820s was the 50,000 applications to a scheme of assisted emigration to Canada.

“Donnelly has theories aplenty for the historians and sociologists – for which the ordinary punter is advised to have their dictionary at hand. But what sets his book apart for non-academic readers are the reports from officials and information gleaned from newspapers, depositions and other sources. The author uses them to drill down to local level and bring us into a countryside riven by atrocities which are the symptoms of a non-functioning powder-keg society which was always just a spark away from igniting.

“Well before the trouble, trends were beginning in Irish agriculture which eventually set the scene for the rural protest movements of the late 18th and early 19th century. As livestock farmers expanded and took up more acres, a landless class of poor peasants and labourers also expanded.

“While better-off landowners were thriving from the mid-18th century to the end of the Napoleonic wars in 1813, inflation was slowly crippling the poor. While the landed elite were building their Georgian townhouses and Palladian mansions, the landless and land poor were falling behind.

“According to Donnelly, by 1841 there were 50,000 rich farmers averaging about 80 acres; 100,000 comfortable farmers averaging 50 acres; 250,000 family farmers averaging 20 acres; and 1.3 million poor peasants who laboured for the landowners and rented potato plots from them. The system offered the poor peasants just enough food, employment and land to ensure that their birth rates outstripped the rural Catholic middle class and that the rural social structure became more and more imbalanced with each year. At the top of the scale, absentee landlords worried little about the trouble brewing in Ireland, as long as sufficient rent came through to fund their high life in London.”

Other Sources: 

An Irish Apocalypse? 

Captain Rock: the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824 

Captain Rock and the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824

Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Rockite’ Rebellion 

Irish Immigration to Britain 

Political Dimension of Irish Rockite Movement

Whiteboys and Ribbonmen 

Arriving March 25, 2019

Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book Three in the Twins’ Trilogy

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Sir Alexander Chandler knows his place in the world. As the head of one of the divisions of the Home Office, he has his hand on the nation’s pulse. However, a carriage accident  on a deserted Scottish road six months earlier has Sir Alexander questioning his every choice. He has no memory of what happened before he woke up in an Edinburgh hospital, and the unknown frightens him more than any enemy he ever met on a field of battle. One thing is for certain: He knows he did not marry Miss Alana Pottinger’s sister in an “over the anvil” type of ceremony in Scotland.

Miss Alana Pottinger has come to London, with Sir Alexander’s son in tow, to claim the life the baronet promised the boy when he married Sorcha, some eighteen months prior. She understands his responsibilities to King and Crown, but this particular fiery, Scottish miss refuses to permit Sir Alexander to deny his duty to his son. Nothing will keep her from securing the child’s future as heir to the baronetcy and restoring Sir Alexander’s memory of the love he shared with Sorcha: Nothing, that is, except the beginning of the Rockite Rebellion in Ireland and the kidnapping of said child for nefarious reasons.

An impressive ending to the beautifully crafted Twins’ Trilogy – Starr’s ***** Romance Reviews

Love. Power. Intrigue. Betrayal. All play their parts in this fitting conclusion to a captivating, romantic suspense trio. – Babe Galloway, Author & Reviewer

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Irish Agrarian Societies: The Ribbonmen, Part of the Plot of “Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy”

Whiteboyism, the subject of Monday’s post, essentially ceased to operate toward the end of the eighteenth century, although it never truly disappeared, for it resurrected its head in the Munster region (Counties Clare, Cork, Kerry, Limerick, Tipperary, and Waterford) in the early nineteenth century. Unlike the whiteboys who proceeded them and the Rockites that followed, the Ribbonmen were more working class—farm laborers. Neither was it based in Catholic consciousness nor nationalism, but rather it acted as a force with which to be reckoned in defense of the rural poor. 

Grain prices dropped nearly 45% between 1814 and 1815. Therefore, farmers could no longer pay their rents to landowners, for the price of rents had been set when grain earned a higher wage. Laborers were ultimately thrown off their lands. Complaints also occurred to threats of evictions. 

One must remember during the early part of the 1800s, there were three major famines in Ireland: 1814 to 1816, 1821-1823, and 1831-1834. 1816 is often referred to as the Year Without Summer, and devastation hit Europe, England, the United Stares, etc.

Some experts point to an event on an estate in County Limerick as the impetus for the formation of the Ribbonmen. Supposedly, the new agent attempted to evict a large number of tenants who had fallen behind in the payment of their rents, but the truth is it was a combination of things: closing of common grazing grounds, the decline in grain prices, and another poor potato crop. Prior complaints had carried for the tithe wars as their banner. Meanwhile, Ribbonism, whose supporters were usually called Ribbonmen, was a 19th-century popular movement of poor Catholics in Ireland. The movement was also known as Ribandism. The Ribbonmen was active against landlords and their agents, and opposed “Orangeism, the ideology of the Protestant Orange Order. 

“The society was formed in response to the miserable conditions in which the vast majority of tenant farmers and rural workers lived in the early 19th century in Ireland. Its objective was to prevent landlords from changing or evicting their tenants. Ribbonmen also attacked tithe and process servers,  and later evolved the policy of Tenants’ Rights. The existence of “ribandmen” was recorded as early as 1817. The name is derived from a green ribbon worn as a badge in a button-hole by the members.

“Depending on the district, the society was variously known as the Fraternal Society, the Patriotic Association or the Sons of the Shamrock. The Ribbonmen’s organisation was similar to that of the Whiteboys or the Defenders of earlier periods. They were organised in lodges, and during the 1820s were in contact with certain organizations of Radicals in England.

“The ideology of the Ribbonmen supported the Catholic Association and the political separation of Ireland from Great Britain, and the rights of the tenant as against those of the landlord. The Ribbonmen were involved in violent (and sometimes deadly) riots with the Orange Order in the north of Ireland, and elsewhere used violence to resist paying tithes to the Protestant Church of Ireland. As the agitation for Catholic Emancipation grew, the tension between Ribbonism and Orangeism increased.

“On 26 July 1813 the Battle of Garvagh in County Londonderry  took place. Up to two hundred Catholic Ribbonmen attempted to destroy a tavern in Garvagh where the Orange Lodge met. They were armed with sticks and bludgeons, but Protestants were waiting inside armed with muskets and repelled them. One of the Ribbonmen was killed and the rest couldn’t gain access to the tavern and dispersed. The clash was commemorated in the song “The Battle of Garvagh.” [Ribbonism] [Murray, A.C. (1986). “Agrarian Violence and Nationalism in Nineteenth-Century Ireland: the Myth of Ribbonism”. Irish Economic and Social History13: 56–73.]

Pat Feeley tells us in his article Whiteboys and Ribbonmen, that Ribbonism leaned toward agrarian issues, not sectarian or political ones. When the price of cattle and other livestock rose in the pre-Famine years, landlords, many of them absentee ones, reduced the number of tenant farms and laborers – requiring less and less tillage. Most of the outbreaks of violence was between laborers and farmers. Feeley tells us, “Ribbonism spread through the rich farmlands of the Golden Vale, through the midland counties and into Roscommon and East Galway. It was not found in the western coastal districts where the farms were poor and the class divisions not so pronounced…. Violence was employed on a calculated, specific basis, in contrast to the gratuitous bloodletting of the faction fights and the sectarian riots. Victims were carefully selected for some infringement of the Ribbon code. Attacks were always clearly linked to a specific code — a particular eviction, a rise in rents, a protest against labourers being hired from another county. There was rarely much difficulty in ascribing a motive; the perpetrators took pains to publicise the reasons for the violence as a warning and a lesson to others. Violence was preventive or deterrent.” 

Other Sources: 

An Irish Apocalypse? 

Captain Rock: the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824 

Captain Rock and the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824

Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Rockite’ Rebellion 

Irish Immigration to Britain 

Political Dimension of Irish Rockite Movement

Whiteboys and Ribbonmen 

 

Arriving March 25, 2019 

Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy 

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Sir Alexander Chandler knows his place in the world. As the head of one of the divisions of the Home Office, he has his hand on the nation’s pulse. However, a carriage accident  on a deserted Scottish road six months earlier has Sir Alexander questioning his every choice. He has no memory of what happened before he woke up in an Edinburgh hospital, and the unknown frightens him more than any enemy he ever met on a field of battle. One thing is for certain: He knows he did not marry Miss Alana Pottinger’s sister in an “over the anvil” type of ceremony in Scotland.

Miss Alana Pottinger has come to London, with Sir Alexander’s son in tow, to claim the life the baronet promised the boy when he married Sorcha, some eighteen months prior. She understands his responsibilities to King and Crown, but this particular fiery, Scottish miss refuses to permit Sir Alexander to deny his duty to his son. Nothing will keep her from securing the child’s future as heir to the baronetcy and restoring Sir Alexander’s memory of the love he shared with Sorcha: Nothing, that is, except the beginning of the Rockite Rebellion in Ireland and the kidnapping of said child for nefarious reasons.

An impressive ending to the beautifully crafted Twins’ Trilogy – Starr’s ***** Romance Reviews

Love. Power. Intrigue. Betrayal. All play their parts in this fitting conclusion to a captivating, romantic suspense trio. – Bella Graves, Author & Reviewer

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PVT5GQ9/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=lady+chandler%27s+sister&qid=1553390378&s=gateway&sr=8-2

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Irish Agrarian Societies: Whiteboys and Levellers, Part of the Plot of “Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy”

The Whiteboys and Levellers were mid 18th C and early 19th C secret agrarian societies located in Ireland, more specifically in the southwestern part of Ireland. The Whiteboys got their start in 1762 in County Waterford, when 18 men met act against those blocking common grazing. There were numerous groups in Limerick and Cork. They were opposed by the Catholic Church for the use of secret oaths of loyalty and sworn warnings against betrayal. The groups retaliated against the priests speaking out against them with their own brand of threats. They also spoke out against Catholic practices, such as an increase of fees collected at mass and charges for baptisms and marriages. 

Most people and many historians believe these groups were loosely organized and took up local issues only, mainly a defense of the peasants, tenant farmers, etc. Such groups had formed during the famines of 1741 and the one in 1756. In 1756, an act was passed to prevent the formation of such groups, especially those speaking out against tithes.

Over the series of articles I have planned in conjunction with the release of Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book Three of the Twins’ Trilogy, I hope to show these men were more politically engaged than many thought. They were also the sentinels, crying out their warnings of the coming potato famine and devastation. Unfortunately, few listened beyond their personal issues.

Although not a new phenomenon in rural Ireland, one of the first acts of resistance came in 1761 in Clogheen, a village in County Tipperary. Originally, the men in the group leveled the ditches that had been erected by landlords and graziers to keep others out of what was known as “common” grazing areas. Originally referred to a Levellers, the name changed when the groups took up other causes: rents, tithes, etc. Because the men wore white shirts, they became known as Whiteboys or Buachailli Bana. Nicholas Sheeby is a former Catholic parish priest serving the area. He was killed in 1766 because he was a vocal opponent of the practice of Anglican Church tithes. Elements of the Protestant Ascendancy [The Protestant Ascendancy, known simply as the Ascendancy, was the political, economic, and social domination of  Ireland between the 17th century and the early 20th century by a minority of landowners, Protestant clergy, and members of the professions, all members of the Church of Ireland or the Church of England.] decided to make an example out of Sheeby. He was put on trial for murder and treason, but it was not a fair gathering. With no witnesses or proof offered, Sheeby was hung. [Full Text of “The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington”]

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Shanrahan Graveyard, where Nicholas Sheehy is buried ~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clogheen,_County_Tipperary#/media/File:Shanrahan.jpg

 

In his article “Whiteboys and Ribbonmen,” Pat Feeley writes, “There was a swing towards grazing and beef cattle farming between 1735 and 1760. There were a number of reasons for this: the exemption of pasture land from tithes, the lifting of the ban on exports of live cattle to Britain, the outbreak of the Seven Years’ War, with a consequent demand for provisions, and, finally, wealthy Catholics wishing to evade the Penal Laws had found that grazing was the safest form of farm investment. This development led to a drop in tillage, with landlords and farmers switching over to the rearing of cattle. As a result there was high unemployment among the labourers, and the smaller tenant farmers were forced off the land to make way for open pastures. Most labourers, if they were not to starve, had to rent potato ground, and they now found that the competition of pasture farming forced up the rents. 

“There was an act of parliament which laid down that five out of every hundred acres should be devoted to tillage, There was, however, no machinery for enforcing it. There was not in Ireland at the time any statutory provision for the maintenance of poor and displaced people, who accordingly, when the bad times came, starved or were thrown back on the charity of their relatives and neighbours.” 

Irish Media Man tells us, “Tithe payment was an obligation on those working the land to pay ten per cent of the value of certain types of agricultural produce for the upkeep of the clergy and maintenance of the assets of the Church.

“Among the features which differentiated the Whiteboy movement from earlier combinations was the almost universal use of oaths to bind its adherents together. Every member was compelled to take an oath and those who refused to swear, were threatened with being buried alive. Of the 14,000 insurgents estimated to be in arms in County Tipperary in 1763 practically all were sworn to be true to the cause. Though scholars have so far discovered no clear examples of secret societies that were oath bound before the Whiteboys, the notion that earlier associations of peasants or urban tradesmen had never implied such a simple device seems on its face highly improbable. But even if oath bound popular organizations did exist on at least a local scale before the early 1760s, the Whiteboys should still be considered innovators because they invested oaths with great practical and symbolic importance in fusing local activists into the wider network of a regional movement.

“Some oaths expressed specific aims of the insurgents, while others dealt with matters of organization and discipline, as did one oath found in the possession of a number of Whiteboys apprehended in April 1762. This source and other contemporary documents indicate many Whiteboys enrolled under the banner of the mystical leader Sieve Oultagh, whom they designated their queen. Precisely how this usage originated is unknown, but it almost certainly derived its currency from the popular tradition in song and poetry of personifying Ireland as a woman and its people as her children.

“The Whiteboys had other symbols and customs that were explicit and functional. The Levellers of Waterford and other counties erected gallows, made coffins, and dug graves in the public roads, all obviously intended as portents of the fate awaiting those who refuse to obey their mandates. To a number of prominent Whiteboy practices some contemporaries also attributed a revolutionary meaning which in all probability they did not possess. Many of the Whiteboys sported white cockades which carried an implication of Jacobitism. Some saw in this agrarian movement a popish plot to overthrow, with French help, the Protestant constitution in church and state. The Whiteboys attire was patterned after the dress of the French Camisards who had rebelled in the year 1702. No doubt, some Whiteboys, expecting a foreign invasion, boasted they would change or put down governments. But the cry commonly heard from many Whiteboys was long King George III and Queen Sive, more accurately, if still somewhat ambivalent, reflected their political sentiments.”

Other Sources: 

An Irish Apocalypse? 

Captain Rock: the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824 

Captain Rock and the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824

Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Rockite’ Rebellion 

Irish Immigration to Britain 

Political Dimension of Irish Rockite Movement

Whiteboys and Ribbonmen 

Arriving March 25, 2019 

Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book Three of the Twins’ Trilogy 

LCS eBook Cover-01

Sir Alexander Chandler knows his place in the world. As the head of one of the divisions of the Home Office, he has his hand on the nation’s pulse. However, a carriage accident  on a deserted Scottish road six months earlier has Sir Alexander questioning his every choice. He has no memory of what happened before he woke up in an Edinburgh hospital, and the unknown frightens him more than any enemy he ever met on a field of battle. One thing is for certain: He knows he did not marry Miss Alana Pottinger’s sister in an “over the anvil” type of ceremony in Scotland.

Miss Alana Pottinger has come to London, with Sir Alexander’s son in tow, to claim the life the baronet promised the boy when he married Sorcha, some eighteen months prior. She understands his responsibilities to King and Crown, but this particular fiery, Scottish miss refuses to permit Sir Alexander to deny his duty to his son. Nothing will keep her from securing the child’s future as heir to the baronetcy and restoring Sir Alexander’s memory of the love he shared with Sorcha: Nothing, that is, except the beginning of the Rockite Rebellion in Ireland and the kidnapping of said child for nefarious reasons.

An impressive ending to the beautifully crafted Twins’ Trilogy – Starr’s ***** Romance Reviews

Love. Power. Intrigue. Betrayal. All play their parts in this fitting conclusion to a captivating, romantic suspense trio. – Bella Graves, Author & Reviewer

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PVT5GQ9/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=lady+chandler%27s+sister&qid=1553390378&s=gateway&sr=8-2

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Plot Point: Agrarian Societies in Ireland, and the Release of “Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy”

41Bbqs4DilL._SX316_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg 41CDX9dYMJL._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpgWho was Captain Rock? First, let’s begin with a quick overview, simply to set some parameters. “Captain Rock was a mythical Irish folk hero, and the name used for the agrarian rebel group he represented in the south-west of Ireland from 1821 – 1824. Arising following the harvest failures in 1816 and 1821, the drought in 1818 and the fever epidemic of 1816-19. Rockites, similar to the earlier Whiteboys, targeted the English and Anglo-Irish Feudal landowners. Captain Rock (or Rockites) were responsible for up to a thousand incidents of beatings, murder, arson and mutilation in the short time they were active. The rebel acts waning in 1824 with the return of “a bearable level of subsistence”. Captain Rock was the symbol for retaliation by “an underclass which had nothing left to lose”. Over this period and in subsequent years, well into the nineteenth century, threatening letters signed by “Captain Rock” (as well as other symbolic nicknames, such as “Captain Steel” or “Major Ribbon”) issued warnings of violent reprisals against landlords and their agents who tried to arbitrarily put up rents, collectors of tithes for the Protestant Church of Ireland, magistrates who tried to evict tenants, and informers who fingered out Rockites to the authorities.” 

Agrarian societies had been active in Ireland as far back as the 1600s, but I became especially interested in those of the early 1800s, specifically those during 1820 – 1822, the time frame for my next novel, Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy. One of the “bad guys” in book 2 of the Twins’ trilogy was an Irish baron, and the fate of Lord Kavanaugh was never decided. Therefore, in the final book of the trilogy, all loose ends must be addressed. That decision brought me to a closer study of the a character named “Captain Rock” and the Rockite movement. 

Before I continue, I have a small confession to make regarding my style of writing. I am a “pantser,” meaning I do not outline or plan my book in detail before writing the book by the “seat of my pants.” Captain Rock is the perfect example of what I mean. In the early drafts of the book, I have my hero, Sir Alexander Chandler, remark about his countenance being similar to an Irish ancestor, Captain Dongal Rockwell Chandler, a pirate and a smuggler, and affectionately called “Captain Rock.” At the time, I was unaware a the history of the Irish Captain Rock and the Rockite movement, but just as I required a twist to my story, I stumble across multiple essays and books on the good (or is that bad) captain, and, miraculously, he was active in the same time frame as the book takes place. I would like to say this was an unusual occurrence, but as it has happened with nearly every book I have written (all 39 of them), I just sit back and wait for the muses to have their say. I manage to pull lots of weeds from my flower garden in the meantime. 

Along with the Rockites there were movements like the “Whiteboys,” and the “Ribbonmen.” Irish Central tells us, “The Whiteboys were a secret Irish agrarian organization in 18th-century Ireland which took vigilante action to defend tenants’ land rights to subsistence farming. The group earned the moniker ‘Whiteboys’ due to their custom of wearing white smocks during their nightly raids. Some Irish immigrants who settled in the rural United States carried their rebellious spirit with them across the Atlantic, as a result of which ‘Whiteboy’ became a generic term for ‘rebel’ outside the cities. Back in Ireland, the Whiteboys usually referred to at the time as Levellers by the authorities, and by themselves as “Queen Sive Oultagh’s children”, “fairies”, “followers of Johanna Meskill” or “Sheila Meskill”, all symbolic figures supposed to lead the movement.

“The Whiteboys sought to address rack-rents, tithe collection, excessive priests’ dues, evictions, and other oppressive acts by landowners. Landlords and tithe collectors were their primary targets. The ‘boys ran a slick operation, priding themselves on extensive forward-planning and regular assemblies. Absolute loyalty was mandatory, and the Whiteboys were the first organization to invest the custom of swearing oaths with tremendous practical and symbolic importance. Whiteboy activism saw its first peak in County Limerick in 1761, quickly spreading to Tipperary, Cork, and Waterford. Initially activities focused only on specific grievances, and action was limited to leveling ditches that closed off common grazing land, and digging up ley lands and orchards.”

 

Ribbonmen or The Ribbon Society was principally an agrarian secret society, generally made up of rural Irish Catholics. The group came about in response to the miserable conditions placed upon tenant farmers and rural workers in the early 1820s. They meant to keep landlords from evicting tenants or raising rents. Ribbonmen also attacked tithe and process servers, and later evolved  the policy of Tenants’ Rights. The earliest notation of their existence was in 1817. Their name came from the green ribbon worn through the button-hole on a jacket or vest of its members. They were also known as the Sons of the Shamrock, the Patriotic Association, or the Fraternal Society. They supported the Catholic Association and the political separation of Ireland from Great Britain, along with their staunch support of tenants’ rights. Violent, and sometimes deadly clashes, occurred when the Ribbonmen came up against the Protestant  Orange Order in the North of Ireland. They specifically resisted paying tithes to the Protestant Church of Ireland. 

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Above: A sketch of Ribbonmen drinking whiskey at a meeting in a barn on the marquis of Bath’s estate in County Monaghan in 1851, from William Steuart Trench’s Realities of Irish life (London, 1868) ~ https://www.historyireland.com/uncategorized/ribbonism/

 

There is more to tell on the Rockite movement, Captain Rock, Whiteboys, etc. I hope you will return here in the next couple of weeks for more on this fascinating history.  

Other Sources: 

An Irish Apocalypse? 

Captain Rock: the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824 

Captain Rock and the Irish Agrarian Rebellion of 1821-1824

Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Rockite’ Rebellion 

Irish Immigration to Britain 

Political Dimension of Irish Rockite Movement

Whiteboys and Ribbonmen 

Arriving March 25, 2019

Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book Three of the Twins’ Trilogy

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Sir Alexander Chandler knows his place in the world. As the head of one of the divisions of the Home Office, he has his hand on the nation’s pulse. However, a carriage accident  on a deserted Scottish road six months earlier has Sir Alexander questioning his every choice. He has no memory of what happened before he woke up in an Edinburgh hospital, and the unknown frightens him more than any enemy he ever met on a field of battle. One thing is for certain: He knows he did not marry Miss Alana Pottinger’s sister in an “over the anvil” type of ceremony in Scotland.

Miss Alana Pottinger has come to London, with Sir Alexander’s son in tow, to claim the life the baronet promised the boy when he married Sorcha, some eighteen months prior. She understands his responsibilities to King and Crown, but this particular fiery, Scottish miss refuses to permit Sir Alexander to deny his duty to his son. Nothing will keep her from securing the child’s future as heir to the baronetcy and restoring Sir Alexander’s memory of the love he shared with Sorcha: Nothing, that is, except the beginning of the Rockite Rebellion in Ireland and the kidnapping of said child for nefarious reasons.

An impressive ending to the beautifully crafted Twins’ Trilogy – Starr’s ***** Romance Reviews

Love. Power. Intrigue. Betrayal. All play their parts in this fitting conclusion to a captivating, romantic suspense trio. – Bella Graves, Author & Reviewer

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In Want of a Wife: A Pride an Prejudice Vagary and “Romance Amnesia”

What we call “amnesia” serves as a major plot device in my latest Jane Austen variation, “In Want of a Wife.” When I began writing the book, I wanted a situation where Darcy and Elizabeth had to learn to trust each other again, without all the hoopla surrounding Lydia’s elopement, Bingley’s abandonment of Jane Bennet, Lady Catherine’s disapproval, etc. I wanted a “clean slate,” so I wiped away Elizabeth’s memory of her family and her relationship with Darcy, including the first five days of their marriage. Oops!!! 

Cover-VintageBookofAmnesia In a day and age where concussion protocol is practiced on sports fields and courts throughout America, the idea of amnesia as a plot point may appear a bit lame, but we all likely know someone who had been knocked out or fainted for a brief second or two, or perhaps minutes, who then wakes and takes a bit of time to recall where they are and what is going on. That is what happens to Elizabeth, but instead of minutes, she waits weeks to get her bearings again. In the meantime, she and Darcy are thrown together as husband and wife. One must remember that in the Regency era, marriage was FOREVER. Death do us part, and all that jazz. Divorces were very public and very expensive and, literally, took an act of Parliament. By making Elizabeth also not remember her family, she can no longer depend on others to right her mistakes. Only on Darcy and on herself.

 

In fiction, we refer to the use of amnesia to advance the story as a motif. Some refer to it as “global amnesia.” Jonathan Lethem in the introduction to his anthology, The Vintage Book of Amnesia: An Anthology of Writing on the Subject of Memory Loss, says, “Amnesia is a common motif in fiction, despite being extraordinarily rare in reality.

 

“Real, diagnosable amnesia – people getting knocked on the head and forgetting their names – is mostly just a rumor in the world. It’s a rare condition, and usually a brief one. In books and movies, though, versions of amnesia lurk everywhere, from episodes of  Mission Impossible to metafictional and absurdist masterpieces, with dozens of stops in between. Amnesiacs might not much exist, but amnesiac characters stumble everywhere through comic books, movies, and our dreams. We’ve all met them and been them.

 

“Lethem traces the roots of literary amnesia to Frank Kafka and Samuel Beckett, among others, fueled in large part by the seeping into popular culture of the work of Sigmund Freud, which also strongly influenced genre films such as film noir. Amnesia is so often used as a plot device in films, that a widely recognized stereotypical dialogue has even developed around it, with the victim melodramatically asking ‘Where am I? Who am I? What am I?’, or sometimes inquiring of his own name, ‘Bill? Who’s Bill?’” [Lethem, Jonathan (ed.) The Vintage Book of Amnesia New York: Vintage, 2000.] 
In movies and television, particularly sitcoms and soap operas, one often sees a second  blow to the head, similar to the first one which caused the amnesia, will then cure it. In reality, however, repeat concussions may cause cumulative deficits including cognitive problems, and in extremely rare cases may even cause deadly swelling of the brain associated with second-impact syndrome.  

 

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In Want of a Wife: A Pride and Prejudice Vagary 
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Jane Austen 

Elizabeth Bennet Darcy wakes in an unfamiliar room, attended by a stranger, who claims she is his wife and saying she has suffered an injury to her head. He accuses her of pretending her memory loss, but to Elizabeth, the fear is real. 

“Surely you know me,” he argued. His words sounded as if he held his emotions tightly in check. “I am William. Your husband.”
She thought to protest, but the darkness had caught her hand and was leading her away from him. With one final attempt to correct his declaration, her mind formed the words, but her lips would not cooperate. Her dissent died before she could tell him: I do not have a husband!

 

Fitzwilliam Darcy despises his new wife, for he fears she has faked her love for him, better to see her family well-settled, and if love is not powerful enough to change a life, what is? 

“This is unacceptable. I realize I was never your first choice as a husband, but it is too late to change your mind. The vows have been spoken. The registry signed. You cannot deny your pledge with this ploy. I will not have it. No matter how often you call out George Wickham’s name, he will never be your husband. I will never release you.”
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“I plan to enjoy a walk,” Elizabeth told Mr. Nathan. She had been most disappointed when Miss Darcy did not arrive yesterday as planned, and her restlessness had gotten the better of her. Surely Georgiana would make an appearance soon. Elizabeth did not like being alone at Pemberley. Doing so brought on a return of her fears of never recovering her memory.
The butler frowned. “It is not my place to prevent your doing so, but Mr. Darcy charged me and the rest of the staff with your safety, ma’am. Might I add a caution?” Reluctantly, she nodded her acceptance of his warning. “Pemberley is well-tended by the gardeners and groundskeepers, but there is much open land that holds dangerous trails and drop-offs unless one is familiar with the contour of the area.”
Elizabeth wished to remind Mr. Nathan she was the estate’s mistress and she could do as she pleased, but she knew the man was only following Mr. Darcy’s instructions. “I do not mean to go far. Miss Darcy will hopefully arrive soon, and I wish to be here to greet her, but I require a stretch of my legs, or I might go mad.” She added a smile to assure the man she spoke figuratively.
Mr. Nathan nodded his understanding. “Then perhaps you might choose to walk the entrance road. It is wide—properly graveled—nearly a mile to the gatehouse—possesses wonderful views of the parkland and the stream—”
“And I cannot become lost,” Elizabeth finished.
“There is that also,” Mr. Nathan said in practiced tones.
Elizabeth again smiled at the man. “Then fetch my pelisse and my muff, Mr. Nathan.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Within five minutes, she was crossing the circular drive toward the bend in the road that hid the full grandeur of Pemberley from those who dared to arrive on the property without knowledge of Pemberley House, as well as to those who called upon the estate on a regular basis.
As she walked briskly along, Elizabeth concentrated on each remarkable spot, often turning in place and pausing to admire the great variety of ground. Each step revealed more of the splendor into which she had married. “And of this place, I am to serve as mistress,” she whispered in awe.
Finally, she reached a point where the woods began in earnest. It was a considerable eminence, and Elizabeth turned back to rest her eyes on Pemberley House, which was situated on the opposite side of the valley. Its greatness and its beauty had her swallowing a bit of trepidation rushing to her chest. The manor was a large, handsome stone building, imposing in the simplicity of its architectural lines, standing well on high ground, and backed by a ridge of woody hills, which she now recognized as part of the nature trail at the edge of the lawns. She thought there could be no other place for which nature had done more good.
With a sigh of satisfaction, she set her sights on the wooded area ahead. The walk was easy because she was walking downhill. She recalled when she arrived at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy’s coach entered the park at a low point and slowly climbed to the manor house. “The return will require me to assume a slower pace,” she said with a smile. The crisp air on her cheeks felt good, as did the freedom of the exercise. In spite of her infirmity, the Lord had blessed her. She paused to count God’s favors. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin to speak to Heaven. “Thank you, God, for sparing my life and for bringing William into my world. I possess a loving and faithful husband who promises to protect both me and our family.”
“Does he?”
Elizabeth’s eyes sprang open. She turned frantically in circles, searching the thick woods for any signs of another person.
“Who is there? Show yourself,” she demanded, but there was no movement—no other sound—not even the chirp of birds or the chatter of a squirrel—nothing but the soft snap of a twig and a quick hitch of her breathing.
Suddenly frightened by the unknown, she hiked her skirt and made her feet move in the direction she had come. Constantly looking over her shoulder, she stumbled along the road she had enjoyed until this moment. “Be sensible,” she silently chastised herself, but she did not slow down. The incline she had anticipated earlier caused her to labor, her chest heaving from the exertion. 

Finally, she cleared the heavy woods, but she still did not feel safe. She silently cursed her response, but such did not slow her steps. She was in a strange place, a place she had visited previously, but of which she held no memory. Reaching the spot where she had previously viewed Pemberley in the distance, Elizabeth paused; bent over at the waist and hands braced on her knees, she struggled to capture her breath.
Then she heard it: a loud rumbling coming from the direction she had just fled.  
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Irish Castles in Ruins: Research for My Next Release, “Lady Chandler’s Sister”

In book 3 of my Twins’ Trilogy, entitled Lady Chandler’s Sister, the ruins of an Irish castle play out in the book’s conclusion. Therefore, I spent time looking for the right image before I wrote those final scenes. As with all these little details required to write an historical piece, some plans work. Others do not. This was a do not. Instead of an actual castle we could still see images of with a Google search, I settled on one that no longer existed, for, in that manner, I could imagine it as I wished. 

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Permission details Creative Commons Attribution Share-alike license 2.0 ~ Castles of Connacht: Barnaderg, Galway, near to Barnaderg and Castlemoyle, Ireland. A five storey O’Kelly tower house dating from the late C16. ~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barnaderg#/media/File:Castles_of_Connacht_-_Barnaderg,_Galway_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1953295.jpg

In my mind’s eye, before I began writing the scene, Barnaderg Castle (Irish: Bearna Dhearg, meaning “red gap”) in County Galway (near Tuam) was the perfect image. Five stories high, the castle could supply distance to see one’s enemies approach, but also the element of danger because of its condition. Built by Malachy O’Kelly, Barnaderg Castle was a 16th Century stronghold of the O’Kelly clan. The castle is claimed to have been one of the last castles built in Ireland. Most experts believe it once had a draw bridge, for the area surrounding the castle is saturated throughout much of the year. (Historic Sites of Ireland)

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Carrigogunnell Castle is situated 3 km north of Clarina Village, Limerick, Ireland. It was built circa 1450 and was destroyed by gunpowder in 1691. Creative Commons Attribution Share-alike license 2.0 ~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrigogunnell#/media/File:Carrigogunnell.jpg

 

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Another possible choice was Carrigogunnell, again because of its location and the condition. A medieval Irish fortification, it is attributed to the to the Irish Gaelic tribe of the Dalcassians, “generally accepted by contemporary scholarship as being a branch of the Déisi Muman, that became a powerful group in Ireland during the 10th century. Their genealogies claimed descent from Cormac Cas, who is said to have lived in the 3rd century AD. Their known ancestors are the subject of The Expulsion of the Déisi tale and one branch of their blood-line went on to rule the petty kingdom of Dyfed in Wales during the 4th century; probably in alliance with Roman emperor, Magnus Maximus.” (Dalcassians)

Carrigogunnell Castle is located near the village of Clarina in County Limerick, on the banks of the River Shannon. The structure dates to at least the early 13th century, and was slighted [Slighting is the deliberate destruction, partial or complete, of a fortification without opposition, to render it unusable as a fortress.] in September 1691 after being captured during the second siege of Limerick. Unfortunately, Clarina was not in the part of Limerick I required for my tale. Close, but not close enough. Moreover, by the time I had spent hours research land routes to both Barnaderg and Carrigogunnell, I decided the time required would not fit the story.

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Engraved for Ferrar’s History of Limerick 1780, North View of Castle Connell ~ http://www.limerickcity.ie/Library/LocalStudies/BooksJournals/FerrarsHistoryofLimerick/ Castleconnells name in Irish is Caislean Ui gConnaing, which means Gunnings castle. This was because the Dal Cais Gunning family built the riverside castle over a thousand years ago, the name was then anglicised to Castleconnell by which the village and parish are still known as today. For more information log onto: http://www.castleconnell.ie (or) http://visitballyhoura.com/index.php/2012/04/16/castleconnell/

Finally, I decided on a castle that no longer stood, one closer to the city of Limerick. The roads in this part of Ireland at the time were horrendous; therefore, I chose a route from Dublin to Limerick, one supposed more passable that those in other parts of southwest Ireland at the time. Castleconnell is situated on the River Shannon some 11 km (6.8 miles) from Limerick City, near the counties Clare and Tipperary. The actual Castle of Connell was built on a rock outcrop, overlooking the bend of the river. It was the seat of the chief of Hy-Cuilean, a territory south-east of Abbeyfeale, in the barony of Upper Connello near the borders of Cork and Kerry. The castle then came into the possession of the O’Briens of Thomond.  The castle was blown up by General Godert de Ginkel during the War of the Two Kings (also called the Williamite War in Ireland or the Jacobite War in Ireland). Ginkel was fighting in support of the Army of William of Orange. A large portion of the castle wall lies some 50 feet from the castle, thrown across the road by siege cannons. 

There you have it. I settled for my imagination, rather than an actual place. 

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Lady Chandler’s Sister: Book 3 of the Twins’ Trilogy

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In Want of a Wife: A Pride and Prejudice Vagary and “Romance Tropes”

Tropes are defined as consistent and recurrent themes or motifs. 

There are many tropes found in romance, whether historical or contemporary. Mindy Klasky  provides a lovely (no pun intended) list HERE

In my latest Austen-inspired piece, In Want a Wife, the book begins after Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet are married. “Marriage Tropes” appear when the honeymoon is over. What happens next? TV Tropes says, “What happens when the newlyweds come home from the honeymoon and start living with each other? It’s simultaneously a milestone, a building block for a family, a way to join two older families, a social institution, a public declaration and a very private affair. Many of these tropes are meant to play out over years; others are about the social clout that married status confers; others are about power and in/equality, such as who holds the purse strings.”

TV Tropes also speak of a Marriage of Convenience: “Often, a marriage of convenience is a mutually beneficial agreement, with both parties profiting from the binding – it may even involve a contract – but not always. Sometimes, only one of the partners may be in it for something other than love.

“An expectation is that one or both of the people will fall in love with the other. It is also often a convention used to get two friends who are in love with each other to realise it. Then it may become a Perfectly Arranged Marriage. 

“There are many reasons one may choose to Marry For Convenience, and any instance can be one or more of the following (and others):

  1. Social standing – differs from respect as it is typically someone upper class making a good match
  2. Respect – including when reputation is at stake
  3. Money – including bet winning and to get the partner’s money. 
  4. Green card/citizenship
  5. Political marriage
  6. To play straight/gay
  7. Because the woman is pregnant – frequently “convenient” in the sense of not having that shotgun pointed at your back anymore. 
  8. To help a single parent
  9. For practicalities – when only married couples are eligible for X, and/or to get out of marrying someone else.
  10. As a back-up plan
  11. To get close for ulterior motives
  12. To please parents – this may also be because of any of the above, too.

“The (creators of the) work may show a marriage of convenience in order to fit in with the period of the story being told or for other reasons – commonly characterisation or as a critique of the society which has forced such a marriage to happen, or as a cheap way to get two characters together without any of that dating and love nonsense.”

In my latest release, In Want of a Wife, Mr. Darcy assumes he has married for love, but he begins to question his wife’s motives ,for while recovering from a head injury, his dearest Elizabeth calls out for George Wickham. He fears he has misjudged her, and, like many women who have pursued him, married him only for his money. 

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In Want of a Wife: A Pride and Prejudice Vagary 

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Jane Austen

Elizabeth Bennet Darcy wakes in an unfamiliar room, attended by a stranger, who claims she is his wife and saying she has suffered an injury to her head. He accuses her of pretending her memory loss, but to Elizabeth, the fear is real.

“Surely you know me,” he protested. His words sounded as if he held his emotions tightly in check. “I am William. Your husband.”

She thought to protest, but the darkness had caught her hand and was leading her away from him. With one final attempt to correct his declaration, her mind formed the words, but her lips would not cooperate. Her dissent died before she could tell him: I do not have a husband!

Fitzwilliam Darcy despises his new wife, for he fears she has faked her love for him, better to see her family well-settled, and if love is not powerful enough to change a life, what is?

“This is unacceptable. I realize I was never your first choice as a husband, but it is too late to change your mind. The vows have been spoken. The registry signed. You cannot deny your pledge with this ploy. I will not have it. No matter how often you call out George Wickham’s name, he will never be your husband. I will never release you.”

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Darcy noted a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she hid her thoughts behind a weak smile, plainly meant to pacify him. “Even with my loss of memory?” she asked.

“My affection would remain even if your ‘loss of memory’ was meant to temper my desire for you,” he said softly.

“This is not a farce I practice,” she hissed.

Before he responded, with a flick of his wrist, Darcy gestured his servants from the room. When they were alone, he said, “My remark was not meant as an accusation, rather, as assurance in my belief that we can face any obstacle as long as we are together.” He paused to study her expression. “I feared my previous ardor, when we were alone together at Bath, might have frightened you. I should have had better control of my actions.”

“Would you not have known whether such was true or not?” she instantly protested.

“When we first came together, you appeared to return my desires. I had hoped for a loving relationship,” he admitted. In fact, the night before her accident, Elizabeth had initiated their coming together, tantalizing him with a satin nightgown that left little to the imagination. It was only the next morning while they shared their breakfast and in the carriage to London that she had appeared distracted. At the time, he had thought she had been embarrassed by her boldness in the bedchamber, but since her accident, he had learned of a letter delivered to his wife while he was seeing to their account and checking on the coach’s readiness. Hannah had privately reported that her mistress appeared quite upset by the contents of the letter and had burned it after reading it. Now, he was left to wonder over what it entailed.

She took a second sip of her wine, evidently to provide herself time to formulate a response. “In truth, I possess no means of knowing anything of my previous actions to our intimacies, but I have no reason not to believe you when you describe our devotion to each other. Moreover, in my estimation, I do not think of myself as the timid sort. I believe the manner in which I clung to you after our kiss should be proof of my need for you in my life.”

Darcy wished he could completely ignore his doubts and accept her words for what they were, but there was a part of him that would always doubt that anyone could love him as he needed to be loved. Over more years than he cared to admit, he prayed each day for someone to fill the loneliness that plagued his days. The problem remained: His head told him never to trust anyone. He had trusted George Wickham, and his former friend had betrayed him time and time again. Meanwhile, his heart demanded he simply cherish Elizabeth and ignore her calling Wickham’s name in the mix of her delusions. Which emotion would win out only God knew for certain. “Despite your lack of indifference, I would prefer to be more to you than simply the man who offers his name and his protection.”

It bothered him when she flinched, although the movement was barely perceptible. The action indicated what could only be her vulnerability, which had him again questioning his instincts. When it came to Elizabeth Bennet Darcy, all he would ever want was to is claim all of her as his.

“I wish I could promise you more of myself than I have.” She reached for his hand, interlacing their fingers. He noted the nervousness lurking behind the fine eyes, which had long ago bewitched him body and soul.

Darcy easily recalled his first sight of her. He had been knocked sideways by her exuberance—his initial reaction an unusual stirring of desire. He had thought his response was only one of a male to the sight of a beautiful woman. In hindsight, he wondered why it was Elizabeth Bennet who created such a response in him, for neither her sister nor Miss Bingley, both beautiful women, brought forth a desire to claim them intimately. Yet, even now, after knowing her as his wife, he could not explain why the sight of her had been so thoroughly branded upon his soul, never to be erased.

“Does this sudden hesitation have something to do with my promise to wait to claim you until we reached Pemberley? Did you think it would take longer to be at our home?” Darcy attempted to keep an accusatory tone from coloring his words.

Wariness marked the lines around Elizabeth’s mouth, and she withdrew her hand from his. “I do not fear you, William,” she said softly. Although she held his steady gaze, she stiffened. Something resembling dread crossed her expression.

“Then it is my touch you avoid,” he corrected. He could not name what it was about him that prompted him to provoke her. Darcy suspected it was jealousy. Perhaps it was the continued look of unguarded peril found within her eyes. Or perhaps his negotiation skills had found a point of weakness, and he meant to exploit it. Perhaps he simply needed to learn whether or not her memory loss was an act. Likely, it was only the lust that had marked his days since claiming Elizabeth Bennet’s acquaintance.

“Most women know qualms at the prospect of sharing intimacies for the first time,” she argued in halting tones.

“However, it would not be your first time,” he countered.

She placed her linen serviette upon the table. “I suppose I should ask your pardon for my leaving the table early so I might prepare for your company later.” Outrage laced her tone.

He leaned toward her and noted the quick hitch of her breathing. That damnable inner voice announced she was not immune to him. “I would welcome your agreement. However, I do not want you to lie upon the bed and permit what you name as my ardor. I want the Elizabeth who welcomed me with her encouragements.”

“That woman no longer exists,” she protested.

The unanticipated silence between them was marred by her shoving her chair backward. Her gaze locked with his—her brilliant hazel eyes turning a dark gray. Quickly, she reclaimed her evident indifference to him. “I am your wife, and I will perform my duties to you as the mistress of your house, as well as in the marriage bed.”

Defiantly, he rose and extended his hand to her. She had dared him, what else could he do, but respond, thusly? “An excellent choice.”

Elizabeth placed her fingers into his open palm and stood. He ushered her from the room, instructing Mr. Nathan to have a tray with the remaining courses sent to their joint sitting room. They climbed the stairs in silence. Darcy noted how Elizabeth held herself quite royally, in the likes of Anne Boleyn climbing the stairs to the executioner’s block. Whatever existed between them simmered beneath the surface. Even if his wife’s memory loss was true, she could not deny the awareness they shared of each other.

Reaching the door to her quarters, he paused. She turned to look up at him, confusion skittering across her features. Darcy could not explain what happened next. The voice in his head demanded he reclaim this woman as his wife—as his lover. Surely, she could not forget the perfection of their coming together. Then again, maybe he simply surrendered to the temptation she presented. Mayhap her denials spurred him on. Or, perhaps, some Norman ancestor, whose blood ran through him, demanded that Darcy take control of  his household and his marriage—announcing that Darcy had presented this woman too much power over him. Whatever the reason, he pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to take her mouth in a kiss of absolute demand.

The spark of recognition he had felt their wedding night reared its head again. He had not mistaken her previous surrender. Knowledge of their rightness flickered briefly and then sank quickly into his gut, growing hotter by the second. The control for which he was well known melted away before it had a chance to offer an objection. Did he possess her, or did she possess him? Did it matter? As long as they remained together.

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1794: Ratcliffe on Fire and an Act of “Charity”

In 1794, a fire in East London’s Ratcliffe district of London proved to be the largest to occur between the Great Fire of 1666 and the Blitz of 1940.

The Ratcliffe Highway Murders served as a model for my highly acclaimed mystery, The Prosecution of Mr. Darcy’s Cousin. In the years leading up to the fire, Ratcliffe was known for shipbuilding and the industries surrounding that activity. Ratcliff or Ratcliffe is was a hamlet lying by the north bank of the River Thames between Shadwell and Limehouse, due south of Stepney village. The name Ratcliffe derives from the small sandstone cliff that stood above the surrounding marshes, it had a red appearance, hence Red-cliffe. It was far from a being a pristine area. Located on the edge of Narrow Street on the Wapping waterfront it was made up of lodging houses, bars,  brothels, music halls and opium dens. This overcrowded and squalid district acquired an unsavoury reputation with a large transient population.

Ratcliffe in the late 1700s contained warehouses for imported goods, especially those associated with the manufacturing industries lining the Thames. Ratcliffe was reported to have specialized in the storage of combustible cargoes, considered too risky to be bulk-handled in London proper.  Needless to say, that was the area’s downfall in this matter. The conflagration that followed destroyed over 400 homes and 20 warehouses and left 1000 people homeless. Following the fire tents were set up near to St. Dunstan’s Church whilst the area was rebuilt.  

According to Historic UK, at “3pm on 23rd July, an unattended kettle of pitch boiled over at Clovers Barge Yard, Cock Hill setting it on fire. These flames quickly spread to a nearby barge loaded with saltpetre, a substance used to make gunpowder and matches. The barge exploded violently, scattering burning fragments in all directions. Fires spread to the north and the east, consuming timber yards, rope yards and sugar warehouses.”

“Narrow streets and a low tide hampered fire fighting, and within a few hours the fire had destroyed 453 houses leaving 1,400 people homeless and displaced. The government erected tents as temporary shelter near St. Dunstan’s Church, whilst the Corporation of London, Lloyds and the East India Company contributed almost £2,000 to the relief of the homeless.”

 robert-cleverly-1791-ratcliff-Cross-from-the-river-bank-boats-beached-on-the-sand-to-the-right-a-few-boats-on-the-water-to-the-left-e1483895400665.jpgThe Wicked William website adds these details: “It began at Mr Clove’s, a barge-builder at Cock Hill, and was occasioned by the boiling over of a pitch kettle that flood under his warehouse, which was consumed within a very short time. It also set light to a barge (it being low water) lying close to the premises, laden with saltpetre – which subsequently spectacularly exploded. The blowing-up of the saltpetre occasioned large flakes of flame to rain down upon riverside buildings – one of which belonged to the East India Company, from which a store of saltpetre was in the process of removing to the Tower of London – 20 tons of which had been fortunately removed the preceding day. Consequently the fire wrought carnage both on land and river – and very soon all the houses on either side of Brook Street were destroyed as far as Ratcliff Cross, as well as several alleyways – and several large ships, including the East Indiaman Hannah, which was about to depart for Barbados, and other smaller boats were utterly burnt out. The fire found new fuel at Ratcliffe Cross when it over-ran a sugar-house. This new ignition point meant that the adjacent glassworks and a lighter-builders yard were lost. 

“The blaze continued until the following morning and its progress was helped mainly by the narrowness of the streets, which prevented fire engines being of any practical service. The wind blowing strong from the south fanned the flames onwards: it reached the premises of Joseph Hanks, a timber merchants, in London Street and extended on into Butcher Row – the whole of the west, and part of the east side of which was consumed. At Stepney Causeway the fire caught the premises of Mr Shakespeare, a rope-maker, and burnt through to the fields at the other side before dying down. It was only the boundaries of urban development that prevented further progress of the inferno. Almost no property in the vicinity was spared loss or damage, though it was singularly odd that the dwelling house of Mr Bere – a very extensive building – was surrounded by fire but emerged entirely unscathed.”

Interestingly, only one building survived the Ratcliffe Fire of 1794; No. 2 Butcher’s Row, marked its location on the map below. 

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Read a full description HERE: Wicked William

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The Letters and Diaries of Henrietta Liston, a Regency Lady with an Extraordinary Life, a Guest Post from Eliza Shearer

(This post originally appeared on the Austen Authors’ blog on November 3, 2018. Enjoy!)

I recently had the pleasure of attending a meeting of the Jane Austen Society of the United Kingdom – Scottish Branch, featuring a fascinating talk by Dora Petherbridge, curator, at the National Library of Scotland. The subject of Ms Petherbridge’s lecture was Henrietta Liston, a keen diarist and letter writer, a contemporary of Jane Austen and a woman destined to become a perceptive witness and reporter of a period of profound transformation.

A Late Bloomer

Henrietta Marchant was born in the West Indies to a Scottish family. Her parents died when she was just a girl, and she and her brothers moved to Glasgow to live with their uncle and aunt. The uncle worked in trade, the family were reasonably comfortable, and the children received a good education, one that would feed Henrietta’s natural gifts of observation and writing.

After reaching the matronly age of 44 unmarried, in 1796 she received a marriage proposal from Robert Liston, a family friend who had had a meteoric career in the British diplomatic service. Robert had just been appointed British Minister to the United States of America, with the mission to help repair the relationship with the former colony.

It was a delicate time for British-American relations. Diplomatic relations between both countries were barely a decade old, and Robert Liston was only the third top-ranking envoy to represent Britain in the US. The position required someone with diplomatic experience and a discerning mind, which Mr Liston undoubtedly possessed. However, there was something else that Robert needed.

henrieta liston robert liston by gilbert stuart

The Perfect Diplomat’s Wife

To paraphrase Jane Austen, a newly-appointed ambassador in possession of a prominent post abroad must be in want of a wife. Robert thought that Henrietta would make the perfect companion, so they married and immediately sailed for New York, from where they would travel extensively, visiting Philadelphia, southern Canada, Virginia and the Carolinas amongst other places (there is a detailed map of their travels here).

Throughout their journeys, while Robert dutifully sent rather dull dispatches to London, Henrietta wrote letters to friends and family and kept several journals describing her impressions of life in the young United States of America. Happily, her words were very different from her husband’s. Informed, spirited and witty, in her writing Henrietta brings to life her new surroundings, with detailed descriptons of landscapes, social customs, food and drink, as well as her encounters with prominent Americans. Her style often brings Austen’s style to mind, and indeed, it is very likely that Henrietta read Austen at some point.

Without a doubt, the Listons’ social talents did much to improve the relations between Britain and its former colony. It probably helped that they were not part of the aristocracy, and therefore more likely to have things in common with the Republican spirit of the Americans they encountered. Robert had grown up a farmer, a common occupation amongst American politicians, and Henrietta was very much a people person, which made her popular in society.

The Listons and the Washingtons

Henrietta met everyone worth knowing at the time in America. Her letters and journals are full of household names, and she provides thorough accounts of her encounters and her impressions on the individuals concerned. For example, she is charmed by Alexander Hamilton, as ladies often were, but does not like Thomas Jefferson much. The Listons also met George Washington and his wife, Martha, and became good friends.

This last relationship is particularly touching. Henrietta writes about Washington extensively in one of her diaries, providing a fascinating, first-hand account of one of the most important figures in the history of the United States. The Listons attended the funeral, and Henrietta paid a ‘melancholy visit’ to a mourning Martha Washington afterwards, of whom she writes:

‘… we found this excellent woman grieving incessantly. She repeatedly told me, during the few days we had it in our power to stay with her, that all comfort had fled with her husband, and that she waited anxiously her dissolution; and indeed it was evident that her health was fast declining and her heart breaking. We parted with much tenderness on all sides, never alass [sic]! to meet again.’

Henrietta Liston Letters

Life After the US

The Listons left the United States in 1800, but their American experience remained with them until the end of their lives. Back in Scotland, Henrietta carefully built an American garden where she planted the botanical specimens she had gathered during her travels in the United States. To this day, the couple are credited with preparing the foundations of the special bond that would develop between the United States and the United Kingdom.

Later, the Listons moved on to Hague, Copenhagen and Constantinople, the seat of the mighty Ottoman empire. Henrietta continued to write letters and journals, leaving a direct and inquisitive account on a world undergoing profound change. She also grew her extensive network and even had an Austen connection: she corresponded with Captain Charles Austen, whom Jane Austen refers to as “our own particular little brother” in a 1799 letter to Cassandra. One of Charles’ missives is part of the Liston archive at the Scottish National Library.  

As significant as Henrietta’s letters and journals are, their study is still very much a work in process. Thanks to an extensive digitisation effort, many of them are already accessible online, but there is still much to be discovered. I very much hope that Ms Petherbridge and her colleagues will continue their invaluable work to disseminate the work of a remarkable woman who lived through extraordinary times, never missing an opportunity to report on what she saw and experienced.

Image credits: Henrietta Liston (Mrs Robert Liston) by Gilbert Stuart and Robert Liston by Gilbert Stuart, both 1800 — National Gallery of Art, Washington; public domain. 

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Celebrating the Release of “In Want of a Wife” + a Giveaway

 

Back in late November, a story was bouncing around in my head, and as any good Muse does, my inner voice kept telling me I needed to write this one. As many of you know, my Pride and Prejudice vagaries generally stay as close to canon as I can get them. Even my vampiric tale incorporated more traditional tales of vampires so that when I was “forced” to abandon the Austen’s original tale, my characters still reacted as one might think Austen would have expected them to perform. So it is with my In Want of a Wife. The premise is simple, although maneuvering Darcy and Elizabeth to respond as I wished them to do was not. 

Elizabeth has had an accident. She has been knocked over by a carriage as she darted across a London street. The result: she has no memory of her marriage to Darcy, of what happened at Netherfield, his first proposal at Rosings Park, nor of her family. She knows nothing of Jane and Bingley or Lydia and Wickham. Her mind is very much a clean slate. She can start over and learn to love Darcy again. Right? Well, not exactly. She is without her former prejudices against him, but her pride, a deep-seated emotion for both her and Darcy, has not abated. Moreover, she cannot just up and leave Darcy. They have been married a week when the accident occurred. The marriage has been consummated. Divorce was a very public and disagreeable business in the Regency era. Testimony for public divorces of the “rich and famous” was published in the newsprints. She has nowhere to go, no money, and despite his distrust of her, Elizabeth realizes Darcy is the one person who will see her through her recovery. 

The first line of Austen’s tale — “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” — takes on new meaning in mine. Darcy is “in want of a wife” — his wife. The wife that shared his bed and engendered his hopes for a future for Pemberley and himself. A woman who would drive away his loneliness and isolation behind. Yet, in her delirium, Elizabeth has called out Mr. Wickham’s name, and Darcy’s head, which is singing of betrayal, must permit his heart to lead if they are to know a resolution to the early trials of their marriage. 

BOOK BLURB: 

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Jane Austen

Elizabeth Bennet Darcy wakes in an unfamiliar room, attended by a stranger, who claims she is his wife and she has suffered an injury to her head. He accuses her of pretending her memory loss, but to Elizabeth, the fear is real.

“Surely you know me,” he protested. His words sounded as if he held his emotions tightly in check. “I am William. Your husband.”

She thought to protest, but the darkness had caught her other hand and was leading her away from him. With one final attempt to correct him declaration, her mind formed the words, but her lips would not cooperate. Her dissent died before she could tell him: I do not have a husband!

Fitzwilliam Darcy despises his new wife, for he fears she has faked her love for him, and if love is not powerful enough to change a life, what is?

“This is unacceptable. I realize I was never your first choice as a husband, but it is too late to change your mind. The vows have been spoken. The registry signed. You cannot deny your pledge with this ploy. I will not have it. No matter how often you call out George Wickham’s name, he will never be your husband. I will never release you.”

As I am certain some of you recall, I presented you the first part of chapter one with my November 2018 Austen Authors post on turkeys in England. I would encourage you to read it HERE, if you have not done so previously,  before you read what follows. This is the rest of chapter one and the beginning of chapter two. 

It was two more days before she ventured from her bed. With the assistance of her maid—a woman who claimed her name was Hannah and she had been serving her for several weeks—as well as Mr. Darcy’s housekeeper, Mrs. Romberg, Elizabeth was able to have a bath and a proper toilette. She was surprised when Hannah chose a gown and robe she could not imagine she would have owned, for it was satin and lace, and although she knew nothing of her past, she thought herself more likely to choose a more sensible gown.

“A gift from Mr. Darcy,” Hannah explained when Elizabeth’s eyebrow rose in question.

She was settled upon the bench and Hannah was brushing her hair when a soft knock at the door announced her “husband’s” presence. Despite her best efforts, her breath caught in her throat. The sheer power of his demeanor was almost too much to bear. “I am glad to see you from your bed.” He approached slowly, and Elizabeth swallowed hard against the panic rising in her chest. “Might I?” He gestured to the brush Hannah held. The maid quickly handed it over. “Why do you not fetch Mrs. Darcy a shawl? I thought my wife might enjoy a bit of fresh air.”

“That would be lovely,” Elizabeth said softly.

Hannah curtsied and then disappeared into the bowels of the house. He motioned for Elizabeth to turn around, but she waved off the idea. “I would prefer to remain as I am.”

His frown spoke his concern. “Are you still so dizzy?” He crossed behind her and applied the brush to her still damp hair.

“I am not yet steady on my feet, but that is not the reason I do not wish to turn upon the bench.”

His efforts slowed. “Might you trust me enough to explain?” She could hear the caution in his tones. Since the first day they had argued over her loss of memory, they had avoided the subject, instead spending time as do long-time friends, playing cards and his reading to her.

A sad smile claimed her lips. “I cannot bear the looking glass. It is a stranger I see staring back at me.”

He came around to kneel before her, catching her hand in his. “You do not recognize yourself in the glass? Is that what you mean?”

She turned her head to glance into the mirror. “I know nothing of the woman I view before me.”

He caressed her cheek. “I know the woman within and without.” He brushed his lips across hers. “Permit me to chronicle the splendor of the woman I married.”

Before he spoke again, he returned to brushing her hair. “I certainly cannot style your hair as Hannah might, but I believe I can manage a braid.” He divided her hair into three sections. Casually, he began his tale. “I recall the first time I viewed your hair undone. You had walked to Netherfield to visit with your sister, who had taken ill.”

“I have a sister? Does she live at Netherfield?” she asked in eager tones.

“You have four sisters,” he said as he began to overlap the sections of her hair. “You are the second of five. And yes, the former Miss Bennet resides at Netherfield, but, in Hertfordshire, at that time, she had not yet married Netherfield’s master, Mr. Charles Bingley.”

“Then why was my sister in residence at Netherfield? Surely nothing from propriety was practiced? You are not saying my sister is a woman of loose morals?”

“Nothing of the sort,” he assured. “Miss Bennet is your favorite sister. Mr. Bingley’s sisters invited Miss Bennet to tea. Despite an impending storm, your mother sent your sister Jane to Netherfield on horseback.”

“She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You are implying something in your tone.”

He admitted, “Mr. Bingley is quite wealthy and your sister is very comely. I do not know whether it was Mrs. Bennet’s hope for Miss Bennet to take ill or not, but, such is neither here nor there, for Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley are married, and, for all intents and purposes, quite happy.” He gathered her hair again. “Yet, their marriage was not my intended tale. I planned to describe the first time I viewed you with your hair down. You had walked the some three miles from Longbourn, your father’s estate, to Netherfield because Miss Bennet had taken ill with a fever after her wet ride the previous evening. You were announced into the morning room, where Miss Bingley and I shared the table.” He paused to lean closer to her ear to whisper, “You stole both my breath and my heart in that moment. Your cheeks pink from the exercise. Your lovely eyes sparkling with humor, for, most assuredly you realized Miss Bingley would not approve of either your skirt tails steeped six inches deep in mud or the blowsy arrangement of your hair about your shoulders. I, however, knew my earlier attempts to ignore you were fruitless.”

“Why would you wish to ignore me?” she demanded.

“Such is a long story I will gladly explain in detail over the next few days, but, for now, suffice it to say I acted with misplaced pride. A man in my position and with my wealth is often pursued by families seeking a profitable match for their daughters. I had become accustomed to their deference and built my defenses against their attempts to trap me in a marriage, not of my choice.”

“Surely, you did not think me of that nature?” she accused. His words had her again ill-at-ease. What was she truly like before she had come to this place? Did she practice morals? Possess opinions? Was she shy or did she speak when she should not?

“At the time, I possessed no means of knowing the truth of your character, for our acquaintance was new; yet, such does not matter. My hard-honed logic had lost the battle because the most beautiful woman of my acquaintance had bewitched me: body and soul.”

She found herself sucking in a breath of anticipation. Despite what he said, she could not imagine herself married to such a man. Were they equal in station? Part of what he said implied they were not. Yet, if her sister married a wealthy man who lived in a grand manor, then, most certainly, her family was not destitute. Did not her supposed husband just say her father also owned an estate?

She glanced up to his reflection in the mirror. In spite of her constant feeling of uncertainty, she could easily see how belonging to Fitzwilliam Darcy was something quite special. Comforting even, in an odd sort of way. The man appeared built for protection. At least, he meant to see to her welfare. Yet, an unanswered question, one that danced along the edge of her memory, but did not make an appearance, would not leave her be. It plagued her that she held no memory of the man who stood lovingly behind her, dressing her hair. However, no matter how often she had set her mind to the problem, she held no memory of having fallen in love with the man. Did she love him?

Although she assumed they had shared intimacies, she knew nothing of his touch or the taste of his kiss. “How long have we been married?”

Before he could answer a knock at the the door interrupted them. “Mr. Darcy, the table and chairs you requested placed in the garden are ready, sir.”

“Thank you, Mr. Thacker.” He turned to her. “Permit me, my dear.” And without preamble or her permission, his arms came about her. He lifted her, to cradle her against his chest. With a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, she clung to him, arms laced about his neck. For a brief second, she worried if she might prove too heavy for him, but he appeared sure footed and not from breath as they descended the elegant staircase.

Curious, she glanced about her to discover a stately Town home, one, obviously, belonging to a wealthy man; yet; not a speck of opulence could be viewed. Fine art upon the walls. Polished marble. Thick rugs. And plenty of windows to permit the light to fill the space and to announce to the world how well heeled the house’s owner was. “It is magnificent, William,” she said softly against his neck, as she nestled closer to him.

“I am pleased you approve.” He kissed her forehead, before shifting her weight to turn them through the door of what most certainly was his study to cross the room and exit through open patio doors. “It remains warm for this time of year, but I asked Hannah to provide you a blanket and shawl to be certain you did not take an ague.”

“You are very good to me,” she said obediently.

“You are my wife,” he responded, as if that fact should explain his actions, and, for a brief instant, she considered challenging him; but, then, he added, “I am eternally grateful to our Lord for not stealing you away from me. I would be lost without you in my life, Elizabeth.” And, her heart instinctively called out his name. She remained so confused regarding what she should feel.

He gently placed her in a waiting chair and knelt before her to tuck a blanket across her lap. “Tell me if you become chilly.”

She tilted her hand back to squint up into the weak November sun. “It feels wonderful to be outside.”

He leaned in to whisper. “I recall the sprinkle of freckles across your nose when I met you quite unexpectedly upon Pemberley’s lawn last August.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Pemberley?”

He smiled and dimples brightened his expression. “My home in Derbyshire.”

Without considering his reaction to her response, she asked, “If I am from Hertfordshire, why was I in Derbyshire?”

The passion that had marked his smile of moments ago disappeared. “If you are marked by forgetfulness, how are you aware of geography?”

Her focus shifted quickly. “You believe I am practicing some farce,” she accused. Since he had entered her quarters a half hour earlier, it had been she who had asked the questions. She had yet to set aside his previous remarks regarding her honestly, and, now, his skepticism had returned.

“Perhaps the sunshine has brought you enlightenment.” He leaned forward to capture her chin in his large palm. “Has your mind cleared? Are you lucid enough to make your explanations to me?”

“How dare you!” she snapped, as she shoved to her feet. “I am suddenly chilled, after all. I shall return to the house.” She would like to say she would pack her belongings and leave, but she had no idea where she might go or how she might manage a journey on her own. Even now, she swayed in place, her vision blurry.

Immediately, he caught her to him to steady her stance. His warmth along her front offered the comfort his words did not. “I beg your forgiveness, Elizabeth,” he whispered as he tightened his embrace. “My infernal pride eats away at my soul as did the eagle eat away at Prometheus’s liver. I truly do not care if you have acted against me this once. I simply wish my Elizabeth—my wife—back.”

She again wished to ask him to prove they were married, but she feared both the return of his anger and the method he might employ as proof. Instead, she chose a different response. “From what little I have observed of your life, I would be fortunate to be called ‘wife’ by you, and I truly understand the chaos you suffer, for I suffer it also. It is quite daunting to wake in an unfamiliar room with a stranger claiming me as his wife. I cannot help but to question our relationship.”

“Why would I name you otherwise, if we were not faithfully married?” he countered. “What could be my purpose? You have observed the quality of my household, and, although it will sound vain to say so, many consider my countenance more than passable. What would be my motive?”

How could she explain her hesitation? He had done nothing that should cause her unease, but she experienced the emotion, nevertheless. She attempted to soften her tone when she responded. “Any woman would know pleasure at calling you ‘husband.’”

“But you do not?” His eyebrow quirked higher in response.

“I seriously do not know what to feel,” she protested. “What is real? You demand I accept your words as truth—to accept your honesty. Honesty from a man who claims to be my husband.”

Claims to be?” he hissed in disapproving tones. “You use that phrase quite often when you speak of our relationship.”

“I would know nothing of my life if you did not tell me what you know of it.” She attempted to explain the unexplainable.

His left hand drifted to the small of her back to nudge her closer. “Perhaps it is time I show you what lies between us. To teach you what to feel so you will no longer doubt the depth of our love.”

“I am not certain—” she began, but a touch of his finger against her lips silenced her completely.

“I am certain,” he said with what sounded of customary assurance in the truth of his words. “I wish to feel my beautiful wife tremble with anticipation and need while in my arms.”

GIVEAWAY: I will present THREE eBook copies of In Want of a Wife to those who comment below. The giveaway will end at midnight EST on Saturday, February 16, 2019. 

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