Was there a real Robin Hood? Edale Lane

The real Robin Hood story! Live the adventure! The Heart of Sherwood.

Today we welcome Melodie Romero (writing as Edale Lane) to the blog to talk about her historical lesbian romance, Heart of Sherwood! Welcome, Melodie!

Heart of Sherwood is a gender-bent action-adventure-romance novel that places the Robin Hood legend in alignment with historical facts. In preparing for writing the manuscript, I studied every Robin Hood story I could find, watched all the film versions, and carefully researched historical people and events that would have likely coincided with the hero had he (or she) truly lived. As a historian, I know well that most myths and legends are based on actual people and events that have since been exaggerated and romanticized, but whether male or female, was the enigmatic outlaw a real person?

The first literary reference to Robin Hood dates to 1377 and the various early tales place him in different centuries and hailing from varying locals. The British Museum preserves several antique manuscripts, each claiming to chronicle the famous outlaw’s life. Most versions agree that Sherwood Forest was his hang-out, and he robbed the rich to give to the poor. The latter made him a folk hero, whether or not he ever lived. But if there was a Robin Hood, would the character necessarily be a man? Some of the earliest Robin Hood stories describe him as a beardless youth, only 14 or 15 years of age. While he became older and more sophisticated with later accounts, historians often put more trust in the earliest manuscripts. In the Medieval Period being male was a prerequisite to becoming a knight or skilled fighter (a few exceptions such as Joan of Arc not withstanding); however, throughout the ages there have been times when women disguised themselves as men in order to engage in unconventional behavior, such as fighting in a war. There existing no concrete evidence of a benevolent outlaw known as Robin Hood, it is not inconceivable that the person upon whom the legend is based could have been a woman in disguise. Besides, in my retelling of the story, the circumstance of her femininity constitutes the very reason the name of Robin Hood was omitted from all official records.  

The Sloan Manuscript written towards the end the sixteenth century states that “Robin Hood was born in Locksley in Yorkshire or after other in Nottinghamshire, in ye days of Henry II about ye yeare 1160, but lived tyll ye latter end of Richard Ye Fyrst”. He is also referred to as “Robin of Locksley” by Sir Walter Scott in “Ivanhoe,” (1819), and has been known by that title ever since. Anthony Munday depicted the inscrutable outlaw as the Earl of Huntington in his 1589 plays, but I have chosen to stay true to the most familiar version of Hood as the Earl of Loxley (or in my case, the Earl’s daughter). 

The world of cinema in filled with Robin Hood movies from silent films to current day, and I drew from all of them, particularly the Errol Flynn 1938 version while not ignoring the Disney animated classic. Both retellings include Prince John and King Richard, while some other tales do not. Curiously, I discovered that none of the written stories or movies include a most notable character in Queen Eleanor (probably because they were all written by men). While Richard was being held for ransom and John was trying to cheat his way to the throne, she stood as regent, the de facto ruler of England. I included this most remarkable woman of her era as a major character in my novel. 

You can’t have a Robin Hood story without Maid Marian, and Heart of Sherwood is no exception, weaving a sweet FF romance into the action. Maid Marian was not in the earliest Robin Hood ballads, but first mentioned around 1500. There was a “Marian of the May Games” from French tradition who was a shepherdess with a lover called Robin, and it has been suggested that the two tales merged at some point. From the late 1500s both Robin and Marian began to be portrayed as nobles who had a relationship ranging from friendship to marriage. In an Elizabethan play, Anthony Munday identified Maid Marian with the historical Matilda, daughter of Robert FitzWalter, a real-life supporter of King Richard who was forced to flee England after a failed attempt to assassinate the then King John. This representation of Maid Marian has held for centuries of lore, so I kept it.

Perhaps we are nowhere nearer to answering the question of authenticity surrounding one of England’s greatest heroes, but historians continue to search for answers. Could it be that the real reason there is no official chronical of Robin Hood’s noble acts is the simple fact that “he” had been a “she”? Read Heart of Sherwood and decide for yourself! 

Heart of Sherwood was named finalist at Imaginarium 2019 and won the Rainbow Award for Best Historical Lesbian Romance of 2019.

Heart of Sherwood
Cover: Heart of Sherwood, Edale Lane

When Robyn’s father and brother are killed in the Third Crusade, she is thrown off her manor by the opportunistic Sheriff of Nottingham and branded a traitor. In the guise of a boy, she joins Little John and the gang in Sherwood Forest and soon becomes their leader. Maid Marian has always been Robyn’s best friend, but now they are no longer children and their feelings for each other have grown. Queen Eleanor has employed Marian as a spy in Nottingham when she suspects Prince John of plotting with the Sheriff and Sir Guy. It is up to three strong women to save Richard’s kingdom. Can they succeed, or will John usurp the throne when the Sheriff ends Robyn’s life at the point of his blade?

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About Edale/Melodie
Edale Lane / Melodie Romeo

Edale Lane is the alter-ego of author Melodie Romeo, (Tribute in Blood, Terror in Time, and others) who founded Past and Prologue Press. Both identities are qualified to write historical fiction by virtue of an MA in History and 24 years spent as a teacher, along with skill and dedication in regard to research. She is a successful author who also currently drives a tractor-trailer across the United States. A native of Vicksburg, MS, Edale (or Melodie as the case may be) is also a musician who loves animals, gardening, and nature, and is in the process of moving to beautiful Chilliwack BC, Canada.

Amazon author pages: Edale LaneMelodie Romero : Website

Edale Lane’s Night Flyer Trilogy

Merchants of Milan, book one of the Night Flyer Trilogy 

Secrets of Milan, book two of the Night Flyer Trilogy  

Chaos in Milan, book three of the Night Flyer Trilogy

Ofelia Grand: The Egg Hunt

Happy Easter, everyone, and thank you Ally for letting me drop by. I’m in the middle of re-publishing a number of old stories. And two days ago, The Egg Hunt was released.

The Egg Hunt is an Easter story that takes place in Nortown. The thing with Nortown is that almost everyone there is a lumberjack. When I first started writing these stories, it was to make fun of all the clichés. Don’t get me wrong, I care for my characters and their hardships, but I played a lot on stereotypes.

The Egg Hunt was first released in 2016, and the M/M genre has developed since. There weren’t a lot of vampire daddies or Mpreg stories back then – they existed, but not to the extent they do now. And this was before the Amazon top lists were overflowing with the ‘I shagged my step daddy’ stories. And, to each their own, but I want to say thank heavens because I could never write those kinds of books. So instead, I wrote grumpy, toppy lumberjacks with ‘oh, so responsive’ bottoms.

Now, The Egg Hunt isn’t as stereotypical as the other stories taking place in Nortown, but it has the attributes. Tom is a closeted lumberjack, and Jason is a bartender from ‘the city’.

Jason is in Nortown to visit a friend, but their dogs fight, so he gets to stay with Tom instead. At first, Tom isn’t pleased, but soon he realises it’s quite nice to not have to spend the holiday on his own.

Do you have any special Easter traditions? When I was a kid, Mum always boiled a crazy number of eggs on the morning of Easter Eve – in Sweden you celebrate all holidays on the eve. On Christmas, we open the gifts on Christmas eve. Anyway, Mum made eggs, and the entire family gathered and painted them. Then we ate them.

I remember being a little sad when I had to destroy an egg I was especially pleased with.

Mum had also hidden carton eggs filled with candy all over the house. And she had, and still has, lots of small porcelain eggs she filled with sweets of different kinds. The entire Easter weekend, we were on a constant sugar high LOL.

In Nortown, the inhabitants of the town get together for an egg hunt in the forest.

Available now, The Egg Hunt. "What should I expect at this egg hunt? Tom gave him a quick glance. "You know how egg hunts work, right? We're here to help Jen prepare, hide eggs for people to find, and then in a couple of hours, everyone will show up. Kids, pets, adults--most of Nortown's population will stroll into the woods and search for eggs." Tom laughed.

Excerpt:

Jason hurried past Tom between the trees. Even though he’d helped hide the eggs, it was hard to find any now. He stopped by a fallen, moss-covered trunk, where he was almost certain he’d hidden three small chocolate eggs, but he couldn’t spot a single one. Someone might have made it there before him, he guessed, but he didn’t think so. Everyone had started at the same time.

He heard Tom snigger behind him.

“Did you take them?” Jason gave him a mock glare, which quickly morphed into a smile. It was almost as if he were being pulled towards him.

“I might have hidden them elsewhere, but then again, so might Jen.”

“You moved my eggs?”

“Of course! I couldn’t let you win.” Tom reached for him but stopped himself and stepped back. Jason fought a sigh. He wanted Tom to touch him. It was stupid, but he wanted to be close to Tom, wanted to smell him, to laugh with him.

“Oh, lookie here.” Tom stretched up between two branches and took down a real egg that had been coloured purple. “Now if you find one, we can have that egg tapping.”

Jason huffed and continued farther into the woods. He would find an egg, and he would win the egg-tapping thing. An unguarded feeling of freedom shot through him as he searched both on the ground and up in the trees for colourful eggs. He didn’t really care if he won—the insight should’ve been shocking; Jason always wanted to win. He still wanted to find an egg and play the stupid game with Tom, but only to see his warm eyes sparkle.

“A-ha! Got one!” He picked up a red egg and ran towards Tom. As he dashed between the tree trunks to where he’d last seen him, he almost ran into a little girl who was trying to reach a large plastic egg filled with sweets that hung too high in the tree for her. “Here you go, darling.” He took it down for her and hurried along. Where the fuck had Tom gone? He’d been right behind him mere minutes ago.

He could hear voices and laughter everywhere, but not Tom’s.

The Egg Hunt

Ofelia Grand, The Egg Hunt

Jason has one rule when it comes to holidays — work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal — at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?

Contemporary M/M Romance: 34.031 words

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About Ofelia

Ofelia Gränd is Swedish, which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes romance, contemporary, paranormal, Sci-Fi and whatever else catches her fancy.

Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.

When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from her husband and children, she likes to take walks in the woods…if she’s lucky she finds her way back home again.

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Nell Iris’ #PetPeeve: Shower Scenes

The shower sex scene. We’ve all read them, right? Romance books are littered with them, no matter if the lovers are gay or straight or somewhere in between. And I get it. I do. Water running in rivulets along a chiseled torso. A drop of water clinging seductively to a nipple, lips wet and inviting. Skin pink from the hot water and hands sliding effortlessly over wet, steamy bodies. Someone being pressed against the shower wall, an aroused groin pressed against an equally aroused groin, chests rubbing against each other all while the warm, seductive water beats down on our lovers’ heads.

You can see it before you, can’t you? Does it make you squirm? Does it make you want to grab your partner and drag them into the shower and give it a go yourself?

Don’t! No seriously. Don’t.

I’m here to tell you that shower sex is not sexy. Every time I read a shower scene, I think Oh God, they’re gonna slip and fall, and that glass wall is going to break into a million pieces and they’re going to land in it and cut themselves to pieces and it will end in a blood bath. Or if our lovers are in the tub: Don’t they know how slippery the tub is? And there’s no mention of a bathmat (of course there isn’t because that’s not sexy) so I squint my way through the scene, holding my breath as I fear someone will slip and bang their head against the tub and the other will leap out to call an ambulance. All this is stressing me out something fierce, making it impossible for me to enjoy it, and I’ve now reached the point where I actively dislike it and it’s become an honest-to-goodness pet-peeve.

Once, I told one of my writer friends about this pet peeve of mine, and she promptly decided to write exactly this scenario: two lovers getting hot and heavy in the shower…and then an accident happens. That’s what friends are for, right? To enforce each other’s fears? 😊

A quick google search on the topic leads me to articles named “How to Have Shower Sex Without Hurting Yourself” and “5 Hidden Dangers of Shower Sex” and “People Share Their Worst Shower Sex Injuries” so my fears are clearly not unfounded. I also found a Reddit thread where the original poster asks for shower sex tips and receives them from experienced Redditors. Advice like “do the sex before washing because soap and shampoo make the floor even slipperier.” Or my favorite: “Swimshoes dude. Seriously.” And the reply, “I second this. After a separated shoulder that I wasn’t able to explain to my family, I really second this.”

This is what I’m talking about! A separated shoulder is not sexy!

But if you’re still not convinced, if you’re on team Sex in the Shower, I have just the thing for you. A suction handle you can hold on to. Or suction handcuffs if you’re BDSM inclined. 😁

And if you, like me, are on team No Sex in the Shower, you might hurt yourself, I’m happy to tell you that all my books are safe for you to read. 😁

Nell Iris graphic. Completely free of shower sex.
About Nell

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bonafide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.

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