Tuesday, 21 August 2018

The Last Plantagenet? by Jennifer C Wilson + Excerpt

The Last Plantagenet? by Jennifer C Wilson
Self published in October 2017.

How I got this book:
Received a review copy via Rachel's Random Resources

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

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The fireplace hadn't looked like a time-portal. 

All Kate had wanted was a fun, relaxing day out, watching the knights jousting at Nottingham Castle. What she ended up with was something quite different. 

Transported in a heartbeat from 2011 to 1485, how will Kate handle life at the Ricardian court? Even more importantly, how will she cope when she catches the eye of the king himself?

Kate meets The Last Plantagenet, King Richard III, when an accidental tumble into a medieval fireplace, transports her back into 1485 and the weeks just before Richard will battle against the man who will become Henry Tudor. Through Kate's eyes we get a brief glimpse into Richard's court at Nottingham. This is only a short story so there wasn't as much detail as I would have liked. Kate attends Court dinners for example, but we aren't told what food she eats. However, overall, this is a cute romantic tale that portrays Richard III in a very different light to the usual Shakespearean monster.


The solar was one of the brightest and warmest in the castle, the morning sun flooding the place with natural light, as the limited number of court women began to arrive for the morning. They sat in groups either sewing, talking, or practising their music, having broken their fast in their private chambers. As Kate had feared, the greeting from the other ladies was cool, to say the least. Even in this small group there were factions, and as a newcomer, Kate knew that nobody was completely convinced she could be trusted. Finding herself a spot near a window at the far end of the solar, Kate gathered needle and thread and cast her mind back to the early days of secondary school, and being forced to make a pencil case, an apron, and a host of other things which had gone almost straight into the bin. Trying to remember the stitches, she made an attempt at some cross-stitch, knowing how odd it would look to the other women if she couldn’t produce even simple embroidery. Stabbing at the cloth, and trying not to stab herself, Kate aimed, vaguely, for some sort of memento to take with her, assuming she would be able to carry things. Assuming she would even get home. The thought hadn’t really struck her last night, but what if this was it for her now? What if there wasn’t a way back? Kate shook her head. Whatever might happen in the future, this was where, or when, she was now and she simply had to make the best of what was turning out to be strange but wonderful situation.  

Looking around the group, Kate was painfully aware of how much more at ease she had been with the serving girl Tom had sent to help her. Today though at least, thanks to female assistance, rather than hurried male help, she was in the full regalia of a courtier, albeit a lowly one. The stomacher was pulled tight under her gown, forcing her to sit straight, projecting a confidence Kate certainly didn’t feel. Philippa, it seemed, had dressed half the ladies of the court, and the gossip had flowed thick and fast. At least now, if anyone spoke to her, Kate would be prepared with enough news to fit in.  

Eventually, after an hour of forcing herself to continue to stab away at her needlework, one of the younger ladies joined her.  
“You’re new?” The question came with no preamble.  
“Yes, just arrived yesterday.” Kate felt no need to recount her servant-to-courtier story; she would skip over the servant element for as much as she could get away with.  
“People aren’t so keen on ‘new’ at present, that’s all. I’m Elizabeth, that’s my mother over there,” Elizabeth said, pointing out one of the more finely-dressed ladies. “We’re loyal to King Richard but there are plenty who aren’t. Make sure you know which side you belong to.”  

Meet the author:

Jennifer is a marine biologist by training, who developed an equal passion for history whilst stalking Mary, Queen of Scots of childhood holidays (she since moved on to Richard III). She completed her BSc and MSc at the University of Hull, and has worked as a marine environmental consultant since graduating.

Enrolling on an adult education workshop on her return to the north-east reignited Jennifer’s pastime of creative writing, and she has been filling notebooks ever since. In 2014, Jennifer won the Story Tyne short story competition, and also continues to work on developing her poetic voice, reading at a number of events, and with several pieces available online. Her Kindred Spirits novels are published by Crooked Cat Books and available via Amazon.

Author links: 
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  1. I hadn't heard of this one before now. I enjoy that War of the Roses/Tudor time period though I've never read a time travel one.

  2. I've always liked a time travel sort of book. This sounds really interesting.

  3. This sounds like my mum's cup of tea - I will let her know!

  4. I usually enjoy time travel stories. I like that this one includes a rather well known historical figure. Thanks for sharing!

    1. The contrasts between the historic and modern are nicely explored

  5. Oh cool! I think I'd have a good time with this one since I am pro-Richard. :)

  6. oh time travel is one of the genres I still have to warm up to :)

    1. This little story would be a swift introduction :-)