Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Blog Hop: Christmas After the Priory

Hello and welcome to a special Christmas Day hop! Organized by Helen Hollick, more than 20 historical authors are sharing snippets of their work. Details about the hop and links to their wonderful stories are below.

My series of historical thrillers tell the story of Joanna Stafford, a Dominican novice struggling to survive the turbulent reign of Henry VIII. This excerpt comes from the second novel in my series, The Chalice. It is Christmas 1538. Sister Joanna and her fellow nuns and the friars have lost their home--Dartford Priory was demolished as part of the Dissolution of the Monasteries--and they are trying to make new lives. It's difficult ... and it's dangerous.

And here is my snippet: some faith, some history, and some suspense - and a bit of romance too :)

The Chalice, Chapter 33:

At Mass on Christmas Day, there was not an empty seat to be found in Holy Trinity Church. The church had been stripped of its adornments, its beautiful images painted over, but something significant was added: long wooden pews. As Father William Mote told the story of Our Savior with as much vigor as he was capable of, I sat in a pew halfway down the middle of the church, next to Arthur and Sister Winifred, with Brother Edmund on the other side. We were no longer relegated to the chantries chapel.

But then there was the chain.

As Father William expounded, he stood next to it--a platform nailed to the altar and, attached to that platform by a long and heavy chain, the first English translation of the Great Bible, written by Myles Coverdale. "I am exhorted by Lord Privy Seal Cromwell to gently and charitably exhort you to read this Bible for yourselves," Father William announced to us two Sundays ago.

Ironically, the only parishioner  who made it his business to study Coverdale's Bible was Brother Edmund. "I do not fear the Scriptures and will not be corrupted by misinterpretation," Brother Edmund reassured Sister Eleanor, who begged him not to put himself at risk. Faulty translation from the Latin, leading to heretical belief, is what we Catholics feared. After a few days of reading, he commented, "Coverdale acquits himself well. He was an Augustinian, after all."

My problem was not with the book itself but the chain. Every time I looked at it, I feared I was being dragged back to London, to the court and prison and scaffold of King Henry VIII. As I listened to Father William's sermon, I put both my hands around my throat and closed my eyes.

When Mass was finished, Brother Edmund asked, "Sister Joanna, may I have your assistance in the infirmary for a short time?"

"Of course," I said. My little cousin Arthur, excited about the coming feast, skipped off with Sister Winifred. We had pooled our pence and purchased mutton so that Sister Winifred could make a mince pie.

Brother Edmund's small infirmary on the High Street, tidily kept and stocked with potions, pills, plasters and herbs, was empty. As Brother Edmund lit a small fire in the back, I thought it was doubtful that someone from town would require the services of an apothecary on Christmas Day.

"Sister Joanna, I must speak to you in confidence about something important," he said, gesturing to the stools set next to his oak work table.

"Yes, Brother?" My breath quickened. I wanted to be important to Brother Edmund.

He pulled his stool close to mine so that we were inches apart. I had not been alone with him since I reached for his hands in the calefactorium at Blackfriars, in London.

He said, "I must know if you have noticed anyone following you."

I drew back, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Running those hands through his ash-blond hair, he said, "I believe that someone watches me. I see a shadow in the doorway and turn--the shadow is gone. It could be anyone, not a man following me. But the last time it occurred, when I heard the footsteps, I slipped between two shops and waited. No one appeared for a very long time, and then it was the butcher and son. The man had been clever enough to know what I was doing and turned back."

I stared at Brother Edmund, struggling to take it all in.

"Are you absolutely sure that no one watches you?" he pressed.

"I cannot be sure, of course, but no, I've..." the words died in my throat as a most fearful speculation took hold.


And that is all for my blog hop!

Note: I traveled to London and Dartford to research my novels. I went inside the same Holy Trinity Church where the characters worshiped in the chapter you just read. The church was built in the year 1080 and still stands in Dartford:

Holy Trinity Church, Dartford

If you would like to read more about Joanna Stafford, please enter the giveaway contest for the first book in my series, The Crown. It was an Oprah magazine pick in 2012. The review said: "Bilyeau deftly weaves extensive historical detail throughout, but the real draw of this suspenseful novel is its juicy blend of lust, murder, conspiracy and betrayal."

If you would like a free signed copy of The Crown, leave your name and email address in the comments below. The book can be shipped anywhere in North America.

Now, carry on with the Blog Hop, set to go on December 20th

1. Helen Hollick : “You are Cordially Invited to a Ball” (plus a giveaway prize) -  
2. Alison Morton : "Saturnalia surprise - a winter party tale”  (plus a giveaway prize) -
3. Andrea Zuvich : No Christmas For You! The Holiday Under Cromwell -
4. Ann Swinfen : Christmas 1586 – Burbage’s Company of Players Celebrates -
5. Anna Belfrage :  All I want for Christmas -
6. Carol Cooper : How To Be A Party Animal -
7. Clare Flynn :  A German American Christmas -
8. Debbie Young :  Good Christmas Housekeeping -
9. Derek Birks :  The Lord of Misrule - A Medieval Christmas Recipe for Trouble -
10. Edward James : An Accidental Virgin and An Uninvited Guest - and - 
11. Fenella J. Miller : Christmas on the Home front (plus a giveaway prize) -
12. J. L. Oakley :  Christmas Time in the Mountains 1907 (plus a giveaway prize) -
13. Jude Knight : Christmas at Avery Hall in the Year of Our Lord 1804 -
14. Julian Stockwin: Join the Party -  
15. Juliet Greenwood : Christmas 1914 on the Home Front (plus a giveaway) -
16. Lauren Johnson :  Farewell Advent, Christmas is come - Early Tudor Festive Feasts -
17. Lucienne Boyce :  A Victory Celebration -
18. Lindsay Downs: O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree
19. Nicola Moxey : The Feast of the Epiphany, 1182 -
20. Peter St John:  Dummy’s Birthday -
21. Regina Jeffers : Celebrating a Regency Christmas  (plus a giveaway prize) -
22. Richard Abbott : The Hunt – Feasting at Ugarit -
23. Saralee Etter : Christmas Pudding -- Part of the Christmas Feast -
24. Stephen Oram : Living in your dystopia: you need a festival of enhancement… (plus a giveaway prize) -
25. Suzanne Adair :The British Legion Parties Down for Yule 1780 -

Thank you for joining us 

Saturday, December 13, 2014

"The Tapestry" Makes a Most Anticipated List of 2015

How nice to wake up on a Saturday morning and discover that The Tapestry made it onto Book Drunkard's 12 Day of Christmas List of Most Anticipated Books of 2015!

To read more on the two books selected, go here.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Snipppet Sunday: The Tapestry

I learned about Snippet Sunday from author Kris Waldherr. It is a monthly meme organized by Stephanie Dray in which historical novelists share six-sentence snippets of their novels. Go to Stephanie's website to learn more about Stephanie and her fantastic and innovative new book A Day of Fire: A Novel of Pompeii, co-written with Sophie Perinot, Kate Quinn, Ben Kane, E. Knight and Vicky Alvear Shecter.

And I encourage you to stop by Kris's blog Art and Words. The writing in her snippet, from a novel set in 1851, is exquisite!

As for my Snippet Sunday, it comes from the third novel in my trilogy set in Tudor England, The Tapestry, the opening of Chapter Six:

Catherine Howard always slept with a window open. We were so different in temperament, in interests, but that was a preference we had shared at Howard House, even in the icy cold.
This was a cloudless night, and so the moon's bath of light swam through the bedchamber. I was too troubled by the day's events to find rest. But she slept soundly, one of her arms thrown over her head. She was a different person when she slept. Some cynical, calculating adults look like innocent children when their eyes are closed, but Catherine was more childlike when awake.

And that's it! I hope you will be interested in reading more.... The Tapestry will be published by Simon & Schuster on March 24, 2015

From my box of advance galleys!