Philippa Gregory's historical books are a headlong gallop through the tumultuous 15th and 16th centuries.
Philippa Gregory delivers regularly (unlike some of my other favourite authors - I'm looking at you, Hilary Mantel).
Since 2001's blockbuster The Other Boleyn Girl, she's been satisfying her readers by cracking out, usually, a book a year. She's prolific, like a modern Jean Plaidy, and her books, to me, follow the same style. The plots fairly race along, as there's a lot of action to cover in the time periods she chooses to write about; and there's not a lot of deep personal interaction - what character development occurs is generally subordinate to the narrative - but that's not a complaint; her historical books are a headlong gallop through the tumultuous 15th and 16th centuries.
Gregory does take some dramatic licence, indeed she's had criticism from some quarters for veering too far in that direction - but she explains that this is based on her own readings, as a historian, of her character's situations and times, and her conclusions usually seem pretty credible.
What's also great about her is her interest in the plight of women of these times - most, despite their rank, are subject to the service of their families and husbands, though some manage, through determination or luck, to rise above. This book has measures of both.