My Lady Jane by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows

This was more of humorous fantasy book than historical fiction book which is fine by me since I love both genres. King Edward IV, the 16 years old son of Henry VIII and is told that he is dying. His advisor, Lord Dudley, convinces Edward to make his beloved cousin, Lady Jane Grey his successor to the throne and to marry her to Dudley’s son, who is never seen at court and is rumored to be a womanizer. Jane is a bookworm and is very opinionated. She is very close to Edward and is deeply hurt that she wa not consulted before this marriage was arranged. This leads to a rift between Edward and Jane. Jane weds her mysterious husband Gifford at a evening wedding and finds out the morning after her wedding night that he is an Edian (skin changer) when he turns into a horse at dawn. Edians are seen as evil by the Verities, religious zealots like Mary, Queen of Scots, who wants all Edians executed. Jane is so enthralled with Edians from her reading of them that she keeps Gifford, or G as he likes to be called, safe and tries to help him controls his condition. When Edward suddenly disappears, Jane is made Queen of England and she puts G at risk of being discovered as an Edian and plays an unwitting part in the conspiracy to dethrone Edward. Among all the plots and the backstabbing are hilarious incidents and quibs from mostly G and Jane that make you laugh so much that large liberties the authors took to stretch and change history to make the plot work goes unnoticed. This was an entertaining, fun read, great for some downtime reading.

I gave this 4 out of 5 stars on Goodreads.


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