A Plague on Mr Pepys by Deborah Swift
Bess Bagwell clung to the seat as a wash of freezing river water sluiced over the side of the wherry. She had to shift fast, to avoid a drenching.
Expectation by Anna Hope
It is Saturday, which is market day. It is late spring, or early summer.
The King’s Mother by Judith Arnopp
I have been here before. It is just two years since I bore the train of Anne Neville as she followed her husband to his stolen throne.
Weave a Web of Witchcraft by Jean M Roberts
Hugh stood at the summit of Trimont in Boston. His chest hurt as he struggled to catch his breath.