I have wanted to write ever since Jo March grumbled, “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents.” Instantly, I was transported back to the 19th century. I fell in love with the four Little Women and the author who brought them to life. I was nine. Later that year, I ran the flat prairie with Laura Ingalls Wilder and climbed the big hill with Betsy, Tacy, and Tib. Those stories transported me to a different world, and I wanted to write. I wanted to bring my characters to life and make them as vivid and dynamic as Louisa, Laura, and Maude had made theirs for me. I began to write, and write I did; poetry, fiction, short stories, literary fiction, History novels, and then I discovered romance.
I fell in love with the romance genre and decided I would write one. After all, how hard could it be? (Those of us who write them, know the answer to that, don’t we?) Since then, I’ve been writing historical romance. I fell in love with 17th century England. This was due to the contrast within the century itself. Like America, in the 20th century, England grappled with war, struggled with moral principles, the role of government, (England with sovereignty and the Divine Right to Rule,) and made advances in science, and math. The restoration of Charles Stuart to the throne in 1660 after ten years of religious stringency under the Cromwellian rule made for fascinating reading.
To me, the Restoration Period mirrored our own 1960’s, a time where women questioned their roles in society, men challenged the idea of war and their mortality and morals. Both periods changed history and have had lasting consequences in the decades following them
I set my first two books within the most tumultuous time in London during 1665 and 1666, when the citizens of the city lived through both the plague that killed an estimated 100,000 people, and the fire where half of London burned and changed the city’s landscape forever. You see, not only did I fall in love with romance, I fell in love with history.