Today I'm featuring a fellow Tudor author I recently met, Diana Rubino. I was intrigued when she told me about her book, and couldn't wait to read it. I'll be sharing my review of it on the third, but for now, here's an introduction!
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THE JEWELS OF WARWICK by
Diana Rubino
Henry VIII’s reign as seen
through the eyes and emotions of remarkable women.
About THE JEWELS OF WARWICK
Henry VIII had six wives and
many more mistresses, but Amethyst of Warwick was the love of his life. So why
didn’t he ever marry her? He was either married, or she was married—to a
despicable old wretch he foisted upon her as a punishment.
The other Jewel of Warwick is
Amethyst’s sister Topaz, a spitfire who makes his live a living hell, only
because she’s trying to seize his throne. She has a credible reason—Henry’s
father killed her father, a rightful heir to the throne, to get him out of the
way. As the Jewels grew up without their father, Topaz mourned his wasted life.
Now she wants what’s rightfully hers.
Amethyst remains a faithful
supporter, confidante, lover, and friend, through Henry's tragic marriages and
England's break with Rome.
Until the night Henry dies in
her arms, she is torn between her love for him and for her sister. Amethyst’s
devotion to Henry creates a painful rift between the sisters that remains
unresolved until the story’s end. While Amethyst lives a comfortable but
troublesome life at court as the king's mistress, Topaz raises an army and goes
into battle with the king. Forced to defend his crown, he imprisons Topaz for
treason. Amethyst begs the king to release her, but he dies while she's still
imprisoned.
Henry's heir, young King
Edward, sets Topaz free, but banishes her to the New World. She embarks on a
voyage with explorer Sebastian Cabot, hoping to colonize her own monarch‑free
realm, in what will someday be New England.
Excerpt
"I must marry Anne.” He spoke so
low she could barely hear him. “She believes she is with child."
“Oh, no.” Amethyst shook her head.
King Henry’s gemstones flew from side to side in a dazzling blur. “No...no, it
can't be...Anne Boleyn is a liar!” She grabbed his arms and shook him,
abandoning all protocol, all etiquette, all manners. “Why must you marry her?
You bedded her and after making me wait all this time, now you are going to
turn round and marry her?”
Henry jerked out of her grasp. “You
ran away, you silly wench. What was I to do, live like a monk, the way
Catherine wants?” He took a few paces to the table and picked up a goblet. “The
only reason I turned to her was because you'd left, without so much as a word.”
He took a long pull of the ale and replaced the goblet with a thunk. “I do not
love Anne. She is merely a breeding mare, more than willing to give me an heir,
which you did not have the patience to stay around and do.” His eyes narrowed
at her. “My divorce is finally in sight, you know how badly I need an heir, and
you couldn't wait another few months.” He swept his hand through the air. “No,
you had to come running back to home and hearth, back to the castle, expecting
me to come back to you, begging on bended knee. A king does not beg.” His eyes
narrowed to beady slits. “I have come to tell you I want you to return to
court. I am admitting what you so desperately want me to admit. I want you back
there with me. That is why I journeyed here. To bring you back.”
Her wish, her prayer, now answered
after all this time…but now it hit her like an insult. “To play second fiddle
to the night crow? After you asked me to be your queen? What kind of fool do
you take me for? You no longer love me.” She placed a fist on her hip. You want
me under your thumb so you can keep me as a spare for when Anne gets too
swollen and ugly for you to bed.” She turned away, unable to look at him.
“Holy Jesu, Amethyst, would I have
left court and the future mother of my heir if I did not love you?”
“At this point I don’t know what to
believe.” Her fists now clenched before her, she wished she could strangle that
harlot he’d bedded.
“How dare you refuse me.” Henry strode
to the door and flung it open. “I shall give you until tomorrow, when my
retinue and I leave. If you have not agreed to come back with me, do not ever
return to court again.”
At the door he dismissed her with the
same wave of his arm befitting his servants. She left, not in obedience to him,
but because she no longer wanted to see his face. The thought of him bedding
Anne Boleyn sickened her.
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THE JEWELS OF WARWICK
About Diana
My passion for history and travel has taken me to every
locale of my stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Egypt, the
Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, and New York. My urban fantasy
romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance
Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. I
live on Cape Cod with my husband Chris. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play
my piano and devour books of any genre.
Visit Me
on Twitter @DianaLRubino.
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