Berkeley Court, on the coast outside of Bristol, has been owned by the Haverfords since at least the time of Henry VIII. In the nineteenth century, it is tenanted, but when travel was more difficult, the duke, his family, and Read more…
Several days after her arrival in London, Sophia followed the liveried footman through the ornate splendour of Haverford House paying little attention to the treasures around her. What could Her Grace mean by the cryptic comment in her note of Read more…
Lord Diomedes Finchley is officially the third son of the Marquess of Pevenwood. But when he was ten, Pevenwood discovered that Dom was actually the son of the Duke of Haverford, a hated political rival. He attempted to divorce his Read more…
Eleanor, the Duchess of Haverford, looked around with interest at Miss Clemens’ Oxford Street Book Palace and Tea Rooms. Long ago, in the early miserable days of her marriage, one of Haverford’s elderly aunts had told her to always look Read more…
The duchess took a seat by the window and gestured for Cedrica to join her. Her Grace had not been in this room since before the house party, contenting herself with daily reports and quick consultations wherever she happened to Read more…
Cedrica Grenford set her portable writing desk on the table. She had freshly prepared quills, a full bottle of ink, and neatly cut sheets of paper, each with the Haverford crest watermarked in the background. She took a deep breath Read more…
The sun was setting on Saturday evening, and Rede was beside himself with frustration, before the Duchess of Haverford’s coach was finally seen tooling up the road to the castle. He was waiting when she entered the front door, and Read more…
I love talking about my creative process, at least in part because it is a mystery to me. Some people have asked about how I created the Marquis of Aldridge. Here’s his very first appearance on a page, in my Read more…
This interview was written in 2015 in real time, and conducted in 1812 in book time. Eleanor, Duchess of Haverford, seldom consents to an interview. Though she lives, perforce, in the public eye—as wife to one of the most powerful Read more…
1810 The Marquis of Aldridge was sitting over a glass of brandy in the private parlour of an exclusive inn half-way between Margate and London. The letter in his hand sent his strongly arched brows plunging towards one another in Read more…
