Rosemary Morris - Small photoIt’s a pleasure to welcome Rosemary Morris back to my blog. Where were you born, Rosemary? In Kent, South East England.

What do you like most about where you live now? The house is small and easy to take care of, and backs onto a green edged with woodland.

What’s your favorite season? Spring when I begin sowing seeds and planting out herbs, vegetables and ornamentals in my organic garden.

Do you have any personal heroes/heroines? I admire A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. Penniless, at an advanced age, he went to America and founded The International Society of Krishna Consciousness, which has spread throughout the world.

Interesting. Do you have any hobbies? I enjoy knitting and gardening.

What is your feeling about social media? Love? Hate? Beneficial? Although it is time consuming, I enjoy making friends on social media, e-mailing about this that and the other, and introducing them to my historical novels.

What’s your pet peeve? So called historical fiction in which the characters are 21st century people dressed in costume and explicit sex is soft porn.

What do you enjoy most about being a published author? The satisfaction of seeing my books uploaded onto amazon, and receiving the print books.

Me too. To what do you attribute your success as a writer? Refusing to accept rejection and determination to become a multi-published historical novelist.

bwl-logo-2016morrisRight on! Where do you find inspiration for your stories? I read historical non fiction and, while doing so, something triggers an idea for a new novel.

Tell us about your latest release. Tangled Love, set in England in 1706, during Queen Anne Stuart’s reign, is the story of a daughter’s sacred oath to her father, a Jacobite, two great estates, duty, betrayal and passionate love. It is also a novel in which the heroine’s fortune changes and she goes from riches to poverty to riches.

Is it part of a series? If so, do you enjoy writing series? Tangled Love is not part of a series; however, I am writing a series of novels, set in the Regency era, about heroines born on different days of the week. The link is a single character who takes part in each one, which means it is unnecessary to read them in sequence. Sunday’s Child, Monday’s Child and Tuesday’s Child have been published. I am now writing Wednesday’s Child.

morris-tangledlove-areBuy links: The e-publication of Tangled Love has been published by Books We Love, and is available from and The paperback will be uploaded soon on amazon.


Prologue – 1693

Nine year-old Richelda Shaw sat on the floor in her nursery. She pulled a quilt over her head to block out the thunder pealing outside the ancient manor house, while an even fiercer storm raged deep within. Eyes closed, she remained as motionless as a marble statue.

Elsie, her mother’s personal maid, removed the quilt from her head. “Stand up child, there’s nothing to be frightened of. Come, your father’s waiting for you.”

Richelda trembled. Until now Father’s short visits from France meant gifts and laughter. This one made Mother cry while servants spoke in hushed tones.

Followed by Elsie, Richelda hurried down the broad oak stairs. For a moment, she paused to admire Lilies of the Valley in a Delft bowl. Only yesterday, she had picked the flowers to welcome Father home, and then arranged them with tender care. Now, the bowl stood on a chest, beneath a pair of crossed broadswords hanging on the wall.

Elsie opened the massive door of the great hall where Father waited at one side of an enormous hearth. Richelda hesitated. Her eyes searched for her mother before she walked across the floor, spread her skirts wide, and knelt before him.

Father placed his right hand on her bent head. “Bless you, daughter; may God keep you safe.”

He smiled. “Stand up, child. Upon my word, sweetheart, your hair reminds me of a golden rose. How glad I am to see roses bloom in these troubled times.”

Richelda stood but dared not speak, for she did not know him well.

Putting an arm round her waist, he drew her to him. “Come, do not be nervous of your father, child. Tell me if you know King James II holds court in France while his daughter, Mary, and William, his son-in-law, rule, after seizing his throne?”

“Yes, Mother told me we are well rid of King James and his Papist wife,” she piped up, proud of her knowledge.

With a sigh, Father lifted her onto his knee. “Richelda, I must follow His Majesty, for I swore an oath of allegiance to him. Tell me, child, while King James lives, how can I with honour swear allegiance to his disloyal daughter and her husband?”

Unable to think of a reply, she lowered her head, breathing in his spicy perfume.

Father held her closer. “Your mother pleads with me to declare myself for William and Mary. She begs me not to return to France, but I am obliged to serve King James. Do you understand?”

As she nodded, her cheek brushed against his velvet coat. “Yes, I understand, my tutor told me why many gentlemen will not serve the new king and queen.”

“If you remain in England, you will be safe. Bellemont is part of your mother’s dowry, so I doubt it will be confiscated.”

If she remained in England! Startled, she stared at him.

Smiling, he popped her onto her feet. “We shall ride. I have something to show you.”

* * *

Before long, they drew rein on the brow of a hill. Father pointed at a manor house in the valley.

“Look at our ancestral home, Field House. The Roundheads confiscated it soon after the first King Charles’ execution. Richelda, I promised my father to do all in my power to regain the property.”

Grey-faced, he pressed his hand to his chest. “Alas, I have failed to keep my oath,” He wheezed.

Richelda not only yearned to help him keep his promise to her grandfather, she also wanted to find the gold and jewels which legend said her buccaneer ancestor, Sir Nicholas, had hid.

She waited for her father to breathe easy before she spoke. “If we found the treasure trove you could buy Field House.”

“Ah, you believe Sir Nicholas did not give all his plunder to Good Queen Bess,” he teased.

“Elsie told me legend says he hid some of his booty in Field House.” The thought of it excited her. “In his old age, when Sir Nicholas retired from seafaring, is it true that he put his ship’s figurehead, Lady Luck, in the great hall?”

“Yes, for all I know she is still above a mighty fireplace carved with pomegranates, our family’s device.”

“I would like to see it.”

“One day, perhaps you will. Now, tell me if you know our family motto.”

“Fortune favours the brave.”

“Are you brave, my little lady? Will you swear on the Bible to do all in your power to regain Field House?”

To please him, and excited by the possibility of discovering treasure, she nodded.