Hope you all are well. Just popping in to say Hello.
Important characters and their journey from The Gren Series will revolve around medieval England in the year of 1088, after William II’s period of succession. I focus my historical romances mainly on the hero and heroine. As those of you who have read my novels know, to me that’s what makes for a good romantic journey with a medieval backdrop.
I rarely post about the many hours or length of time it takes me to do my research, nor do I include author notes inside my novels. On the bodice rippers I grew up on, some author notes were included and most times not. I believe my audience realizes that I’ve done my research extensively-and I do. I’m not out to give a history lesson.
I didn’t just start reading historical romance in the past few years. I’ve been reading them for over 30 plus years. Majority of the ones from the true boom in the late 70’s and 80’s are on my shelf with yellowed pages. The books of old is what I enjoy and are what I want to read, therefore I write what I want to read.
Historical history belongs in historical fiction, though accuracy and brief history, I feel belongs in historical romance. A few early Monarchs fascinate me, William I, of course, and he ranks at number one. Well, enough on that. I just wanted to pop in and share the below.
The Gren Series: a group of Norman warriors & a bit of fantastical elements of druids and the like. This series spans across three families- The mighty and fearless Gren and his close friendship with the men known as William’s hounds- The mighty Le Bran brothers. Men who fight as fiercely as they love.
The Gren was started like my many others,-long ago in the 1990’s. Crazy the difference in my writing since then, some good…some, what the heck was I thinking. 🙂 Nevertheless, I have several favorites and I can only hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.
As always, thanks for taking time out of your day to stop by! I wish nothing but good health and many blessings to all of you. Don’t take a moment for granted, life is too precious.
…Wulgren surveyed the battle around them. They were losing ground and losing fast. Most of the weary-worn young knights had fallen easily under the first arc of the enemy’s sword. He cursed the overzealous lieutenant, Awel, for disobeying his orders and for taking the not fully trained troops in to attack Betaine Keep at predawn. He looked down at his feet and hoped Awel could hear him in hell.
Wulgren grunted on his bite of anger as he turned his gaze away from Awel’s bloodied and lifeless body at his feet and gave the order for his group of fifty able-bodied men to go into the fray and pull back what remained of the troop away from Betaine’s more than a thousand men still spilling blood on the battlefield.
Wulgren nodded to his man, Malcolm. The red-haired giant slid off his large horse, mail flashed through the slit of his dark cloak before he closed it again. Dusk was falling and the sound of battle rang loudly against the backdrop of clear skies.
A day like today he could have still been at home spending some time with his sister, Muriel before she left to live with her new husband.
Wulgren pulled his cloak tighter around his own broad shoulders, grunting heavily in disgust some more ere he yanked his big-jeweled hilted sword out of its sheath through the slit, and headed down the path, which lead to where the gray-haired giant, Ardus Betaine had his wide back to him, bellowing out orders to kill more of Grenlock’s men.