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Jan 2, 2018


When colonial Williamsburg explodes like a powder keg on the eve of the American Revolution, Lady Elisabeth "Liberty" Lawson is abandoned by her fiancé and suspected of being a spy for the hated British. No one comes to her aid save the Patriot Noble Rynallt, a man with formidable enemies of his own. Liberty is left with a terrible choice. Will the Virginia belle turned lacemaker side with the radical revolutionaries, or stay true to her English roots? And at what cost?

Historical romance favorite Laura Frantz is back with a suspenseful story of love, betrayal, and new beginnings. With her meticulous eye for detail and her knack for creating living, breathing characters, Frantz continues to enchant historical fiction readers who long to feel they are a part of the story.
Jan 2, 2018

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Laura Frantz is a Christy Award winner and the ECPA bestselling author of eleven novels, including An Uncommon Woman, The Frontiersman's Daughter, Courting Morrow Little, The Colonel's Lady, The Lacemaker, and A Bound Heart. She is a proud mom to an American soldier and a career firefighter. When not at home in Kentucky, she and her husband live in Washington State. Learn more at

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The Lacemaker - Laura Frantz



MAY 1775

Elisabeth took a breath, breaking an intense hour of concentration. Mindful of the pinch of her stays, she straightened, the ache in her back and shoulders easing. In her apron-clad lap was the round pillow with the new lace she’d worked. Delicate as snowflakes, the intricate design was crafted of imported linen thread, now a good two yards of snowy white. She preferred white to black. All skilled lacemakers knew that working with white was kinder to the eye.

Raising her gaze, she looked out fine English glass onto a world of vivid greens broken by colorful splashes of blossoms. Elisabeth’s favorites, butter-yellow roses and pale pink peonies, danced in the wind as it sighed around the townhouse’s corners. Nearly summer at last. But not only almost June. ’Twas nearly her wedding day.

"Oh là là! What have we here? Around the bedchamber’s corner came a high, musical voice. Surely a bride does not sew her own laces!"

Nay, Isabeau. I’ve not patience enough for that.

"Not for an entire wedding gown, merci. The maid rounded the four-poster bed as fast as her girth would allow, holding a pair of clocked stockings. You have been busy all the forenoon and likely forgot ’tis nearly teatime with the countess. Lady Charlotte surely wants to discuss your betrothal ball. ’Tis rumored Lord and Lady Amberly will be there."

Elisabeth nearly smiled at her maid’s flaunting of titles. A humble Huguenot, Isabeau was still as bedazzled by the gentry as the day she’d first landed on Virginia’s shores. Elisabeth set aside her lace pillow and watched her maid pull two tea gowns from a large armoire.

Are you in a blue mood or a yellow one?

Yellow, she said. Yellow was Lady Charlotte’s favorite color, and Elisabeth sought to cheer her all she could. In turn, the Governor’s Palace served up a lavish tea table that surely rivaled the British king’s.

Glancing at the tiny watch pinned to her bodice, Elisabeth left her chair so that Isabeau could undress and redress her.

’Tis such a lovely day, likely the countess wants a turn in the garden. Do you think her girls will be about?

I should hope so. Fresh air and exercise are good for them, though their father oft keeps them inside of late.

Isabeau darted her a fretful look. On account of the trouble, you mean.

Elisabeth tried not to think of that. The sun might spoil their complexion, Lady Charlotte says. And she’s right, you know. Look at me! Though faint, the freckles across the bridge of her nose and the top of her cheekbones gave her skin a slightly tarnished look that even ample powder couldn’t cover. Her fault for slipping outside with her handwork in the private corner of the garden she was so fond of, forever hatless.

"You are tres belle, even speckled, Isabeau said, lacing her stays a bit tighter. And you’ve won the most dashing suitor in all Virginia Colony, no?"

One of them. Elisabeth swallowed hard to keep from saying more on that score too. Her fiancé, Miles Cullen Roth, was many things, but he was not cut of the same cloth as fellow Virginians William Drew and George Rogers Clark and Edmund Randolph.

Isabeau’s voice dropped to a whisper. Though I do wonder about love.

Elisabeth shot a glance at the cracked bedchamber door. Papa always said she gave the servants too much room to talk, but the truth was she preferred plain speaking to the prissy airs of the drawing room. ’Tis a business matter, marriage.

So says your father. Isabeau frowned her displeasure. I am a romantic. One must marry for love, no?

Is that the way of it in France?

"Oui, oui!" her maid answered.

Though she was an indentured servant, Isabeau did not have a father who orchestrated her every move. Given that, Elisabeth could only guess the gist of Isabeau’s thoughts. I am free. Free to come and go outside of work. Free to marry whom I please.

And she? Who was Elisabeth Anne Lawson? The reflection in the looking glass told her little. When the history books were printed and gathered dust, what would be said of her?

That she had the fortune—or misfortune—to be the only child of the lieutenant governor of Virginia Colony, the earl of Stirling? Daughter of a firebrand mother who used ink and quill like a weapon? Possessor of a pedigree and dowry the envy of any colonial belle? Friend and confidante of Lady Dunmore? Wife of Miles Cullen Roth? Mistress of Roth Hall?

End of story.

The scarlet seal on the letter was as unmistakable as the writing hand. Noble Rynallt took it from his housekeeper and retreated to the quiet of Ty Mawr’s paneled study. Sitting down in a leather chair, he propped his dusty boots up on the wide windowsill overlooking the James River before breaking the letter’s seal.

Time is of the essence. We must take account of our true allies as well as our enemies. You must finagle a way to attend Lord Dunmore’s ball 2 June, 1775, at the Palace. ’Tis on behalf of your cousin, after all. Gather any intelligence you can that will aid our cause.

Patrick Henry

’Twas the last of May. Noble had little time to finagle. His cousin was soon to wed Williamsburg’s belle, Lady Elisabeth Lawson. He’d given it little thought, had no desire to attend any function at the Governor’s Palace, especially one in honor of his nemesis’s daughter. Lord Stirling was onto him, onto all the Independence Men, and none of them had received an invitation. But ’twas as Henry said, Noble’s cousin was the groom. Surely an invitation was forthcoming or had been overlooked.

Noble frowned, thinking of the stir he’d raise appearing. Lord Stirling was likely to have an apoplectic fit. But if that happened, at least one of the major players barring Virginia Colony’s fight for independence would be removed. And his own attendance at the ball would announce he’d finally come out of second mourning.

The unwrinkled copy of the Virginia Gazette, smelling of fresh ink and Dutch bond paper, seemed to shout the matrimonial news.

Miles Cullen Roth’s future bride, Lady Elisabeth Lawson, an agreeable young Lady of Fortune, will preside at the Governor’s ball the 2nd of June, 1775 . . .

The flowery column included details of the much anticipated event right down to her dowry, naming minutiae even Elisabeth was unaware of. As she turned the paper facedown atop the dressing table, her smile faded. A ticklish business, indeed.

Isabeau, quick to catch her mistress’s every mood, murmured, "The beggars! I’d rather it be said you have a sunny disposition and Christian character. Or that you are a smidgen over five feet tall, flaxen haired, and have all your teeth save one. And that one, Dieu merci, is a jaw tooth!"

"I am Williamsburg’s bride, Elisabeth said as her maid pinned her gown together with practiced hands. The locals feel they can print what they want about me. After all, I was born and bred in this very spot and have been catered to ever since."

You don’t begrudge them their bragging? Isabeau studied her. Having the particulars of one’s dowry devoured by the masses seems shabby somehow.

It does seem silly. Everyone knows what everyone else is worth in Williamsburg. There’s no need to spell it out.

Tell that to your dear papa, Isabeau answered with furrowed brow. "He had a footman pass out multiple copies of the Gazette this morning like bonbons on Market Square."

Unsurprised, Elisabeth fell silent. Turning, silk skirts swishing, she extended an arm for Isabeau to arrange the beribboned sleeve. Below came the muted sound of horse hooves atop cobblestones.

Your intended? On time? And in such stormy weather? Isabeau looked up at her mistress with surprised jade eyes.

Turning toward an open window, Elisabeth listened but now only heard the slur of rain. Mister Roth promised he’d come. ’Tis all that matters. He didn’t say when.

How long has it been since you’ve seen him?

April, Elisabeth admitted reluctantly, wondering why Isabeau even asked. Her maid well knew, being by her side night and day. Isabeau’s pinched expression was a reminder that Miles was not a favorite, no matter his standing in Williamsburg. Elisabeth dug for another excuse. He’s been busy getting Roth Hall ready for us, his letters said.

She felt a twinge at her own words, for his letters had been but two over six months. He sent unnecessary, extravagant gifts instead. Gold earrings in the shape of horseshoes. A bottle-green riding dress. Pineapples, lemons, and limes from his estate’s orangery. A London-built carriage. So many presents she soon lost track of them. And not a one had swayed Isabeau’s low opinion of him.

Despite his generosity, Elisabeth felt a sense of foreboding for the future. She did not want his gifts. She wanted his presence. If he was like her oft absent father . . . ’Twas difficult to see clear to what she really hoped for. A happy home. A whole family.

"Your coiffure is magnifique, no?" The words were uttered with satisfaction as Isabeau produced a hand mirror for her to better see the lovely twisting of curls falling to her shoulders, the wig dusted a costly powdered pink. Twin ostrich feathers, dyed a deeper rose, plumed near her right ear.

I don’t know. Reaching up, Elisabeth slid free the pins holding the wig in place, displacing the artfully arranged feathers. Powder is going out of fashion like patch boxes. Tonight I will move forward with fashion.

Her maid’s brows arched, but she took the wig and put it on a near stand, where it looked forlorn and deflated. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Isabeau smoothed a silvered strand of her own charcoal hair into place beneath her cap. At middle age, she was still an attractive woman, as dark as Elisabeth was fair.

We must make haste, no? But first . . . Isabeau retrieved the ostrich feathers and refastened them in Elisabeth’s hair while her mistress glanced again at the watch lying faceup on her dressing table.


Miles was nothing if not perpetually late, while she happened to be an on-time sort of person. Fighting frustration, she set down the hand mirror. I wonder what Mama is doing tonight.

Isabeau looked up, a telling sympathy in her eyes. "Your mere will rejoin you when all this talk of tea and taxes blows over, no?"

Elisabeth had no answer. Mama had sailed to England—Bath—months ago. All this talk of tea and taxes had no end.

A soft knock sounded on the door, followed by another maid’s muffled voice. A gentleman to see you, m’lady, in the drawing room.

A gentleman? Not her intended? She smiled wryly. Likely the servants didn’t remember Miles.

She went hot, then cold. Miles’s visits were so few and far between, he seemed a stranger each time she saw him. Because of it they spent the better part of an hour becoming reacquainted at each meeting. Tonight would be no different. Perhaps they’d recover the time lost to them in the coach.

Isabeau steered her to the stool of her dressing table. With deft hands, she clasped a strand of pearls about Elisabeth’s neck. The routine was reassuring. Familiar. Selecting a glass bottle, Elisabeth uncapped it, overwhelmed by the scent of the latest cologne from London. Rose geranium. Again Elisabeth peered at her reflection in the looking glass with a sense of growing unease.

Everything seemed new tonight. Her scent. Her shoes. Her stays. Her gown. She’d never worn such a gown, nor felt so exposed. Despite the creamy lace spilling in profusion about her bare shoulders, the décolletage was decidedly daring. Made of oyster-pink silk, the gown shimmered and called out her every curve. The mantua maker had outdone herself this time. Fit for Queen Charlotte, it was.

Moving to the door, she grasped about for a glimmer of anticipation. I’d best not keep company waiting.

At this, Isabeau rolled her eyes. I should like to hear Mister Roth say such!

Isabeau followed her out, and they passed down a dimly lit hall to a landing graced with an oriole window and upholstered seat. The velvety blackness beyond the shining glass was splashed with rain, not pierced with stars, and the warm air was soaked. This was her prayer place. Isabeau paused for a moment as Elisabeth bent her head briefly before going further.

Then down, down, down the circular steps they went, Isabeau pulling at a stray thread or straightening a fold in the polonaise skirt before reaching the open door of the sitting room, its gaudy gold and scarlet overpowering and oppressive even by candlelight. The colors reminded Elisabeth of red-coated British soldiers. She stepped inside as Isabeau retreated. Her eyes shot to the marble hearth where she expected Miles Roth to be.

Lady Elisabeth.

She swung round, her skirts sashaying, her head spinning as well. Mercy, her stays were tight. She’d eaten little at tea.

Behind her stood a man, the shadows hiding his features. She put out a hand to steady herself, missing the needed chair back by a good two inches and finding a coat sleeve instead. The gentleman looked down at her and she looked up, finding his dark head just shy of the wispy clouds skittering in blue oils across the ceiling. Whoever he was, he wasn’t Miles. Miles was but two inches taller than she.

Mister . . .

Rynallt. Noble Rynallt of Ty Mawr.

What? A recollection returned to her in a rush. Noble Rynallt was a distant cousin of Miles. So distant she had no further inkling of their tie. Quickly she calculated what little she knew of him. Welsh to the bone. Master of a large James River estate. Recently bereft of a sister. A lawyer turned burgess. The Rynallts were known for their horses, were they not? Horse racing? The finest horseflesh in Virginia, if not all the colonies.

She was certain of only one thing.

Noble Rynallt was here because Miles was not.

Surprise mellowed to resignation. She gave a small curtsy. Mister Rynallt, what an unexpected pleasure.

Mayhap more surprise.

She hesitated. He was honest, at least. Is Mister Roth . . .

Delayed. He managed to look bemused. And apologetic.

She tried not to stare as rich impressions crowded her senses. A great deal of muscle and broadcloth and sandalwood. The cut of his suit was exceptionally fine, dark but for the deep blue waistcoat embroidered with the bare minimum of silver thread, a creamy stock about his neck. The color of his eyes eluded her, the remainder of his features failing to take root as she dwelt on the word delayed.

Dismayed, she anchored herself to the chair at last.

He asked me to act as your escort till he arrives. He struck a conciliatory tone. If you’ll have me.

He had the grace to sound a bit embarrassed, as well he should. This was, after all, her betrothal ball given by Lord Dunmore at the Governor’s Palace, with the cream of all Williamsburg in attendance. And she was coming not with her intended but with a . . . stranger.

Nay, worse. Far worse.

Yet good breeding wouldn’t allow a breach of manners. She forced a small smile. I thank you for the kindness. Will my intended’s delay be long?

As brief as possible, I should hope, he replied, extending an arm.

No matter who Noble Rynallt was, his polite manner communicated that he had all in hand. Yet it failed to give her the slightest ease.

As I rode in I noticed your coach waiting, he remarked as he led her down the front steps, past the butler to the mounting block. I’ll ride alongside on my horse.

Behind them the foyer’s grandfather clock tolled one too many times. The ball had begun. Lord Dunmore hated latecomers.

They’d be fashionably tardy, at best.


They rode down the long, puddled avenue of Palace Street, past catalpa trees and townhouses winking with candlelight. Noble’s eyes were drawn to the Palace lanthorn aglow atop the flat, balustrade roof at the end of the grassy avenue. All sorts of conveyances were drawing up before the governor’s residence, though none as fine as the coach he rode beside. Painted a rich cream with scenes of the four seasons on its panels, the vehicle was drawing notice. Noble hadn’t seen its equal anywhere in the colonies.

Whatever his faults, Miles Roth had good taste. Expensive taste. This contraption, with its German steel springs, hardly gave a lurch as it glided north. No matter how disappointed she was at her ill-timed escort, the coach wouldn’t add to Elisabeth Lawson’s dismay. Though the curtains were drawn and he couldn’t hear past the staccato clip of horse hooves, he could well imagine the scene playing out inside. Lady Elisabeth’s maid had been as displeased to see him as her ladyship had been surprised.

Standing in his stirrups, he cast a look back over his shoulder in the direction of the Raleigh Tavern. He’d head there as soon as he could excuse himself. For now, the black edges of the humid night weighted him on every side. He much preferred a new day kindling at the rim of the horizon, suffusing storefronts and gabled roofs and fragrant Williamsburg gardens with soft light. Night reminded him of what he’d lost. Even this night seemed a tad melancholy, pressured and rushed and filled to the brim with unwanted obligations. To push the shadows back he rehearsed what he knew of the young woman in the coach in case he had to converse.

Pretty in a pale sort of way, Elisabeth Lawson had handled the news of her fiancé’s tardiness with grace. Likely she’d had a great deal of practice. Although this was the first time Noble had acted as her escort, the joke round town was that Miles Roth had pressed all sorts of cohorts into similar service, as if by sending other men in his stead, he hoped she’d become smitten with one of them. Well, just this once he’d play the fool and attend the ball at Henry’s request. He couldn’t deny that when spirits flowed freely, tongues were loosed and the Patriots had plenty to gain. But ’twas the last time he’d undertake such hazardous duty.

Since leaving his lodgings at the Raleigh, he’d petitioned Providence all the way that Lady Elisabeth not press about the real reason for Miles Roth’s delay. Noble wouldn’t lie. Delayed seemed the safest term, though easily swayed to his own pleasure was more like it. Dice in hand, Miles seemed to live and breathe the motto gilded over the tavern’s Apollo Room mantel: Hilaritas sapientiae et bonae vitae proles. Jollity, the offspring of wisdom and good living.

He doubted Patrick Henry had trouble muddling Miles’s senses with draughts and spirits. But tonight of all nights his wayward cousin was not only gambling but keeping a willing woman waiting, sure to rile both Governor Dunmore and Lady Elisabeth’s powerful father. Noble felt at sea himself, having shed his mourning garb after long months of shunning society, about to attend a ball that was as appetizing as last week’s she-crab soup. He craved the tranquility of Ty Mawr farther down Quarterpath Road. The abundance of sated laughter and raucous talk emerging from the Governor’s Palace tainted the lovely night. Betimes Williamsburg was a boil that needed lancing.

Elisabeth shifted on the velvet cushion of the coach seat, glad the utter blackness hid her tense features. Yet she knew Isabeau sensed her turmoil, just as plainly as she sensed her maid’s. It seemed to ooze and roil in the close air between them.

Your pink feathers are ruffled, no? Isabeau murmured, her rapid French laced with alarm. Your intended should be ashamed! Tardy for his betrothal ball!

’Tis not Miles Roth I’m thinking about, Elisabeth confessed, "but him."

"Monsieur Rynallt? Oui, oui, he has finally come out of mourning."

’Twould appear so, Elisabeth replied dryly.

In the coach’s heated confines, Isabeau swished her fan. A great many belles at the ball will be smiling even if you are not. I simply wish that he did not look so much like a scoundrel.

Scoundrel? Elisabeth peered at her maid through the darkness. That is not how I would describe him.

No? Isabeau’s voice pitched. She was all but wringing her hands. He is—how do you say it? A rascal? A rogue? Swarthy as a buccaneer with his dark looks. Some say he has more gypsy blood than Welsh.

How is it that you know so much about him? The question seemed silly. Isabeau knew nearly everyone in and about Williamsburg. Her pride was in taking the pulse of the place.

There is plenty of tittle-tattle about town.

Can you not find something good, then, to say in his behalf?

"Oui, oui! Isabeau pursed her lips in thought. The hospitality of Ty Mawr is well known. No one who comes a-begging is turned away. Not only that, the maids at the Raleigh say Monsieur Rynallt is the very best patron they have, tipping so generously."

Elisabeth snapped her fan open, stirring the too-warm air. I’m not interested in his benevolence but his politics.

His politics? Isabeau’s voice fell to a disgruntled whisper. He is one of the Independence Men, you mean.

The words Independence Men, oft uttered like an oath by her father, now returned to Elisabeth like a thunderclap, as did something equally ominous that fought its way to the forefront of her memory. He’s also a dissenter and no longer comes to church.

Not your church, no? He is a Pi—Pe—

Presbyterian? She knew as little about that as Isabeau. There was but one church, according to her father. The Church of England. Her fan fluttered harder. Perhaps I should have refused his offer of escort. But I was caught so unawares.

"Oh la vache! Isabeau’s voice climbed. I have no words! Think on it, mistress. You coming in on the arm of not Monsieur Roth, your intended, but a—a—"

An independence-loving, church-shunning radical, Elisabeth said, then amended, There are plenty of that sort in Williamsburg these days.

Your papa—he will be enraged, no?

Indeed. Elisabeth paused, a tiny tendril of amusement taking root. But I think Mama would be pleased.

"Oui. But your dear mere is not here."

Elisabeth took a steadying breath. I’d plead illness, but this ball has been planned for months. Lady Charlotte is acting in my mother’s stead. Her girls are to be my bridesmaids . . .

The coach rolled to a gentle stop, and the remaining words went unsaid. The Palace entrance was bustling despite the rain, the humid air thick with aromas from the kitchen. She could hear the sweet trill of violins. An undeniable spark of excitement pulsed on the heavy June air, even if it wasn’t her own. Before her shoe struck the first coach step, Elisabeth determined to play her part to secure her future, regardless of her feelings.

Noble’s prayer for a discreet entrance to the Palace’s festivities was answered. At the precise moment he and Lady Elisabeth stepped into the flower-strewn entry, a woman swooned at the far end of the ballroom, and several liveried footmen rushed to her rescue. Every eye was fixed on the ailing Lady Grey, and Noble simply guided Elisabeth Lawson by the elbow into the midst of the glittering assembly. A first minuet was struck, and they moved onto the polished parquet floor with the other dancers as if they’d been there from the first.

She looked up at him, her intelligent eyes assessing, a relieved pleasure pinking her powdered features as if he was—dare he think it?—some sort of hero. When she looked away from him, his eyes traced the delicate oval of her face, noting every detail. A dimple in her left cheek, visible even without a smile. Darkly arched brows. Aquiline nose. Remarkably blue eyes. Smooth white shoulders sloped down to an elaborately embroidered gown that seemed to catch the light of every candle.

She hardly looked besmirched, yet she was. Not only by her rake of a fiancé but by he himself and his less than honorable intentions squiring her. Beside her he felt less than gallant, using her ladyship for political purposes, though his cause was noble enough.

Though he hadn’t danced in what seemed a decade, she made the reacquaintance almost effortless. A discarded memory pulled at him and fell into place. Lady Elisabeth was the same woman he’d seen with Lord Dunmore’s daughters in the royal gardens not long ago, trying to master the steps of some complicated country dance. He remembered her laugh, not high and flutelike as he thought it would be, but throaty and rich as a violoncello. The dancing master had not been amused, he remembered, when he and his fellow burgesses had slowed to watch as they left a meeting at the Palace.

Her eyes were no longer on him but swept the room restlessly. She was looking for Miles Roth, obviously, and he felt curiously let down. His cousin deserved a sound thrashing for his wayward ways. If only Miles was made of sterner stuff, immune to Henry’s wiles. Yet Patriots like him and Henry relied on Miles’s weaknesses to strengthen their own cause. Still, Noble’s own part in the scheme sat uneasily.

He was suddenly aware of a great many eyes upon them now, for a great many reasons. Without prior arrangement, without forethought, the two of them were the only wigless, unpowdered people in the room. And her lovely gown with its avalanche of lace was a perfect foil for the dark ribbed silk of his suit. For the moment they seemed to be creating as much a stir as Miles’s absence and Noble’s own unannounced end to mourning.

By the time Miles finally entered, the shimmering ice sculptures had begun swimming in crystal punch bowls in the adjoining supper room, and the spun sugar frosting on the enormous tiered cake had succumbed to a slow melt. One look at him and Noble knew someone had had to pry the dice from Miles’s hand to get him here. In his yellow satin suit, he looked like a giant honeybee, a port stain splotched across his waistcoat, his stock askew. Noble felt a blistering embarrassment for Elisabeth Lawson.

Duty bound, he squired her about the crowded edges of the ballroom to Miles’s side, struck by the horrendously incompatible picture they made. She so pure and genteel, his cousin debauched and half drunk.

It seemed a grim prediction of their future.

Before Elisabeth could recover her manners and thank him, Noble Rynallt had turned his back on them and made his way to the knot of gentlemen near an open window. He slid through the perspiring summer crowd—no easy task, given the crush of three hundred people in attendance. She watched him go with a mixture of relief and regret.

At his exit, her father was soon at her elbow, looking down at her. To the casual observer he seemed unruffled, but she knew better. I’d thought to see you here long before now.

The stern words were directed at her, not her intended, as if she was somehow to blame for both Miles’s tardiness and her own.

My apologies, sir. Miles reached up a hand to straighten his stock, eyes roving the overwarm room. I was detained.

At least Miles had the gumption to speak for her. Whatever his faults, he was one of the few men not cowed by her father. He was, for better or worse, unapologetically . . . Miles.

Elisabeth looked in dismay at the deep purple stain blooming on his chest, the hue of Noble Rynallt’s impeccable attire. Moving in front of Miles, she reached out a gloved hand and drew his suit coat closed with a steel-cut button, hiding the offending mark.

His voice held a trace of tenderness. Ah, m’lady, always looking out for me.

She softened at the unexpected words. Aware of her father’s scrutiny, she resisted the urge to tuck in a strand of fair hair falling free of Miles’s wig. Truly, yellow was not a good color on him. He looked washed out, a wastrel. Had he no valet? Once they’d wed she’d help manage his wardrobe with suitable shades.

I suppose we should dance, he finally murmured, eyeing the crowd.

Her father looked on as a Scotch reel was struck, as lively as the minuet had been sedate.

Once in Miles’s arms she was overcome by the distillation of sweat, snuff, and spirits. He moved a bit wildly, limbs loosened by too much port.

Through the melee of whirling, swirling dancers, Noble Rynallt’s face stayed steadfast. Now standing near the supper room doors, he resembled one of the paintings on the ornate walls. Guarded, watchful, unsmiling.

Not far from him was Lady Charlotte, her crimson silk a fiery counterpoint to her oldest daughter’s ice-blue taffeta. Any displeasure she felt about the presence of one of the Independence Men was well hidden. Indeed, Lady Charlotte was smiling at Elisabeth benignly, making anything else of little consequence.

And her fiancé? He looked bored. Irritated. At the very ball in his honor.

Oh, Miles, you are enjoying none of this.

All the heart went out of her. Her father’s disapproval, Miles’s sated disinterest, her own inability to partake of any merriment, all worked to snuff any flicker of joy. Sunny, folks about Williamsburg sometimes called her, on account of her felicitous disposition.

Tonight she felt sunny no longer.


The following day, Elisabeth moved down the shadowed hall and paused at her mother’s bedchamber. The answering silence spoke volumes. She pushed open the door, and fresh sentiment sliced through her. Usually sitting in a wingback chair by an open window, Priscilla Lawson was always busy with handwork or her writing, her slender figure clad in painted silks and satins from France and Britain, all adorned with lace she’d worked. Her French ancestry was apparent in the lacemaking tradition of five generations beginning with her great-grandmother, Gabrielle, and then her grandmother, Isabelle, who’d moved to England and taken her lacemaking there. Elisabeth’s mother had in turn brought her lacemaking to Virginia colony, even founding a small group of local Williamsburg lacemakers, of which she was patron.

Years before, Priscilla Carter had been the belle of Bath. Traces of that loveliness still lingered in her rich auburn hair and diminutive hands and feet. Would she be much changed when she returned from England?

Don’t you worry none, m’lady. ’Twas Mamie, her mother’s maid. Despite her bulk, she moved quietly and entered through the dressing room doorway. She be back soon.

Taking the handkerchief Mamie offered, Elisabeth dried her eyes, bypassed the vacant chair, and sank down on an embroidered footstool, pondering all she’d hoped to do with her mother in the days leading up to the wedding. This afternoon is the final fitting for my bridal gown. Margaret Hunter sent round a note saying the wedding fans Mama selected have just come in.

Miss Cressida goin’ with you? Mamie asked from where she now sat spinning on a small wheel in a corner.

Nodding, Elisabeth struck a lighter tone. When we return from the mantua maker’s, perhaps we shall have tea in the arbor. I’ll stop by the bake shop for those chestnut tarts Mama is so fond of.

Mamie smiled, her plump body moving in time with the wheel. Doctor Hessel’s due any minute.

Doctor Hessel? Why?

Now you know better’n I do ’bout that. Mamie’s fondness for the young physician overrode the subtle annoyance in her tone. Your papa called him in to see you one last time before the weddin’. I told the butler to send him on upstairs.

On the heels of Mamie’s words came a footfall. Resigned, Elisabeth left the bedchamber as quietly as she came, nearly bumping into the doctor in the hall.

Ah, there you are, he began, his voice booming in the quiet. His lack of pretense, even a

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  • (2/5)
    I am definitely going against the majority of reviews but, I must say, I didn't like this book. The stunning front cover first caught my attention and the synopsis on the back sounded intriguing, but the story inside did not live up to expectations. I found the plot line flat and the writing choppy, disjointed and wordy. If the author could use three or four words instead of one, she did. I also found first half of the book tediously slow. The author put too much detail into her writing to the detriment of the actual story, losing its natural flow. Thankfully, the latter half of "The Lacemaker" was better, but I had lost interest by then and was looking forward to reaching the last page. I also wasn't impressed with the main character, Elisabeth. Despite having a controlling father, I found her frustrating and spoilt, and I never felt connected with her. She did change throughout the book but too slowly for my liking. Noble was by far my favourite character. He was a great hero, and I liked him from the start. He was kind, loyal and steadfast. However, the romance between he and Elisabeth, like most of the book, developed at a very lacklustre pace. Overall, I found "The Lacemaker" to be a very disappointing read.
  • (5/5)
    Elisabeth “Liberty” Lawson, daughter of the lieutenant governor of Virginia, is Williamsburg's bride. Her planned future includes marriage to Miles Roth, master of Roth Hall, and a life as its mistress. Love is not necessary. However, Williamsburg turns perilous for Elizabeth as tensions rise daily between the British Loyalists and American Patriots. When tragedy strikes in her own home, Elisabeth finds herself on a new life path that involves intrigue, independence and the handsome Noble Rynalt, cousin to her fiance and a leader of the independence men. Torn between family and the future, Elisabeth must decide which side to stand with. Read more in The Lacemaker by Laura Frantz.I'm not sure how many of Laura Frantz's books I've read, but The Lacemaker is my favorite. This stand-alone novel is permeated with history, courage, faith, and romance. Being set on the eve of the American Revolution, plenty of action keeps the story moving and the reader devouring its beautiful narrative. Liberty and Noble's relationship grows and matures throughout the book and it was a pleasure to observe. Laura Frantz's writing is amazingly beautiful and practically effortless to read. She makes writing a book look easy, though I'm sure it's not. I recommend The Lacemaker to fans of historical romances. If you've read and like Laura Frantz's other books, you'll probably like The Lacemaker as well.Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
  • (4/5)
    Since so many other reviewers have synopsized the book for you I will just tell you that I enjoyed it immensely. I like historical fiction and the descriptions of the time were well researched. You won't feel you've lost time by reading this one!
  • (5/5)
    Elisabeth ?Liberty? Lawson, daughter of the lieutenant governor of Virginia, is Williamsburg's bride. Her planned future includes marriage to Miles Roth, master of Roth Hall, and a life as its mistress. Love is not necessary. However, Williamsburg turns perilous for Elizabeth as tensions rise daily between the British Loyalists and American Patriots. When tragedy strikes in her own home, Elisabeth finds herself on a new life path that involves intrigue, independence and the handsome Noble Rynalt, cousin to her fiance and a leader of the independence men. Torn between family and the future, Elisabeth must decide which side to stand with. Read more in The Lacemaker by Laura Frantz.I'm not sure how many of Laura Frantz's books I've read, but The Lacemaker is my favorite. This stand-alone novel is permeated with history, courage, faith, and romance. Being set on the eve of the American Revolution, plenty of action keeps the story moving and the reader devouring its beautiful narrative. Liberty and Noble's relationship grows and matures throughout the book and it was a pleasure to observe. Laura Frantz's writing is amazingly beautiful and practically effortless to read. She makes writing a book look easy, though I'm sure it's not. I recommend The Lacemaker to fans of historical romances. If you've read and like Laura Frantz's other books, you'll probably like The Lacemaker as well.Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission?s 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
  • (4/5)
    The Lacemaker by Laura Frantz takes readers back to 1775 in the Virginia Colony. Lady Elisabeth Lawson is the only child of the Earl of Stirling who is the lieutenant governor for the area. Lady Elisabeth is betrothed to Miles Cullen Roth which was arranged by her father. Lady Elisabeth has led a privileged and sheltered life with her path laid out before her by her dictatorial father. The night before her wedding, she wakes up to glass breaking and a crowd of men (rebels) in her home. The revolution has started, and her father has fled along with the Lord Dunsmore (his wife, children, and their servants). The one bright spot is Miles calls of their engagement (the cad). Elisabeth must now find a way to make it on her own. Patriot Noble Rynallt takes Elisabeth into his home while she decides on her next move. She changes her name to Liberty and obtains a position as seamstress at the Raleigh while selling her handmade lace at the local market. When an opportunity to aid the war effort presents itself, Liberty must make a decision. Will she stay loyal to the British or will she side the Patriots? How will Liberty fare during these tumultuous times?The Lacemaker is nicely written and the author captures the time-period with her descriptions of the town, clothing, mannerisms, attitudes and speech. You can tell that Ms. Frantz did her research for The Lacemaker. The author provides vivid and detailed descriptions. It allows me to picture the scenes in my head. While I enjoy the historical details, it does slow down the pace of the novel (she needed to find a balance). I was happy to see the pace pick up in the second half of the book. I thought the characters were realistic and well-developed. I liked how the author incorporated her fictional characters with famous historical figures (Patrick Henry, George Washington). Liberty found herself in a difficult position. She is caught between two worlds. One wrong move and Liberty could have found herself in jail (or much worse). The romance between Liberty and Noble does not progress beyond friendship until later in the book. The attraction between them is visible from the moment they meet, but circumstances prevent them from moving forward until later in the story. The romance between the pair is heavily featured in the latter half of the novel. The ending felt incomplete and rushed. We live through each day with Liberty and then in the end months go by. Also, the historical details are missing. I found it deficient. It seemed like the author ran out of steam. The end did not live up to the rest of the book. The cover for The Lacemaker is just lovely. It caught my attention right away which led me to read the excerpt and ultimately, the book. Readers who enjoy historical romance novels will be delighted with The Lacemaker.
  • (3/5)
    Eh. Set in colonial America, immediately pre-Revolutionary War, this story tells the tale of a privileged young woman forced to separate from her Loyalist father and rebel mother and make her own way in the newly forming nation. While the writing form was quite good I have to say that the story was just "eh". It was good, not great. Entertaining, but not riveting. Worth reading once but I doubt that I would pick up another book by this author. I was also put off by the constant thread of praying/prayers throughout the story. I realize that this was important to the author, but I found that the story would have stood even without it.
  • (5/5)
    I really loved this historical romance. Laura Frantz never lets me down. I always have a hard time putting these books down. It would be so hard to go from a privileged person to one who has to work for a living. I enjoyed Elisabeth and Noble. I always love to read about the beginning of the Revolutionary war. It would have been hard to choose to be a rebel. I received a copy of this book from Revell for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.
  • (5/5)
    The author has set this story at the beginnings of the American Revolution and soon we are experiencing it up close and personal, and walk in both Elisabeth aka Liberty, and Nobel Rynallt a patriot, shoes.We wonder for a little bit whether one or both of these people, that the author has made us care about, will live through the turmoil that is falling about them. The setting for this read is Virginia, and we are still under the Kings rule, but the beauty of the area is seen through the eyes of those we now care about.I could just picture Liberty making her lace, what a beautiful talent, and I could see Nobel and his majestic horses, and made me want to live in this area, but with the war looming will it continue to exist as it is?This is a read that would make a wonderful movie, and I felt I was watching as each chapter unfolded, once you pick this one up you will not want to put it down, you will have to know the outcome.I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Revell, and was not required to give a positive review.
  • (5/5)
    Laura Frantz is a one of the best historical romance writers I have had the privilege of reading. You can tell of her love for 18th century Colonial Williamsburg, in the way she writes with such interest and painstaking detail. Once while visiting Williamsburg I saw a display for homemade lace. I remember being awed by all of the bobbins and threads it took to make a few inches of lace. Reading those segments of Laura's novel took me right back there. Her book has suspense, love and in parts I found it quit sad. Yes I cried. I could not read it fast enough. I wanted to find out what was happening next. I did not want to risk missing one single word, so I didn't speed read. You are instantly drawn into the story, location and the characters with Laura. Noble, what an appropriate named character. He was so real, I think I am in love. He has to be one of my favorite heroes. The way he loved Liberty and honored her made your heart putter-patter. I could go on and on about The Lacemaker, but I won't. I think you can see I really loved this Christian, Historical, Romance. This ARC book was complimentary, provided by the Publisher and NetGalley. My thanks to them. I am voluntarily providing my honest review.
  • (5/5)
    Having grown up in a southern town that played a somewhat important role in the Revolutionary War, (or should we say, the War for American Independence?) and that was also steeped in pre-revolutionary war and later the Civil War history, I grew up fascinated by history. I have also read previous publications by the author Laura Frantz and found her writing style a joy to read and her attention to historical research and detail impeccable. So the opportunity to read The Lacemaker was met with much anticipation.From the beginning of this story I was able to visualize the streets of Williamsburg where much of the story played out. The scenes were easily imaginable based on a visit I made years ago to Williamsburg and the author's apt descriptions.Now the story...... This is a work of fiction though there is of necessity a sprinkling of real people involved in the story and the staging of the story is pretty much true to the history of the area and time. It is the cusp of the American Revolution and Williamsburg, Virginia, is about the explode. The Patriots and the Tories seethe with the fervor of their cause - be it King and Country, or Freedom and Liberty. Our heroin is a lovely Tory lady who is left, deserted by her father, friends, and fiance on the eve of their wedding. Then her home is trashed and confiscated by the Patriots and she is left bereft of home, protection, fortune, and livelihood. She determines not to be defeated and seeks employment - unheard of for a Lady - but she does have the lady-like skill of lacemaking and needle-work that she begins to market.Not trusted by Tories or Patriots, she is in danger. Her rescuer is a Patriot, a gentleman, a protector.The story unfolds amidst the conflicts of the time and war ensues and with it the dangers to each person. Lady Elizabeth who becomes known as Liberty and Noble Rynallt are both strong, believable characters. Their faith shines through strengthening them for what they have to endure.Laura Frantz has penned a wonderful story and one I highly recommend.DISCLOSURE: I received a complimentary copy from the publisher, Revell a division of Baker Publishing House, to facilitate this review. Opinions are my own and are freely given.
  • (4/5)
    I love it when I can easily sink into a book. Especially when it takes place during a historical period that I've read little about. Though she has her flaws, Lady Elizabeth is likable and goodhearted, and I sympathized with her. Her life becomes a calamity and I rooted for her. I've read and enjoyed other books by Laura Frantz, and think this is one of her best. If you enjoy historical fiction, or have read previous books by this author, I feel you'll enjoy this one. :)I received a complimentary copy from LibraryThing.
  • (4/5)
    This novel tells the story of Elizabeth, a young Tory lady whose father is a prominent figure in Williamsburg, VA. The colonies teeter on the brink of revolution. The Patriots are organizing, and overthrow the colonial government. Elizabeth's father escapes, but leaves her behind, assuming she will soon be wed and her husband will take care of her. These plans all fall through, the house is sacked, and Elizabeth is left to fend for herself in an increasingly restless town. The plot moves forward to a satisfying conclusion that ties up loose ends.The setting of Colonial Williamsburg is intriguing to me, since my husband and I enjoy visiting the site as it is now restored. I was able to visualize the different locations as they were mentioned in the book.
  • (4/5)
    I really enjoyed Laura Frantz 's new book, The Lacemaker. It is a good story set during the Revolutionary War. The story centers around Lady Elizabeth and Noble Rynallt. Elizabeth is a kind-hearted girl, but a bit spoiled. She is pledged to marry a man of her father's choosing. She does not love the man, but feels it her duty to obey her father. Elizabeth's mother is unwell and on the surface, has been living in England for her health. Deep down, Elizabeth knows that her father conveniently sent her mother away to prevent her from writing pro-independence poetry. Noble and Elizabeth meet at a party and Noble is drawn to her, even though she is spoken for.Just before her wedding, patriots march on the city and destroy all future plans for her life. Shunned by her friends, neighbors, and abandoned by her father, Elizabeth discovers she is made of sterner stuff. She leaves her ransacked home, changes her name to Liberty, finds a job, and supports herself making lace. Noble Rynallt is the only friend she has left. Eventually, friendship turns to love. But the ugly side of the fight for freedom leaves Liberty trapped in the middle. Laura Frantz had written many good stories filled with history, rich settings, likable characters and happy endings. The Lacemaker is no different. I read it through in one sitting, anxious to get to the end. If you like historical fiction and Laura Frantz, you will enjoy The Lacemaker.
  • (5/5)
    This is the first time I've read a book by Laura Frantz. I am very pleased to say she is now on my favorites list. The book is set at the beginning of the American Revolution. The story flow was excellent. The characters very well developed and believable. It was a review copy and so I will not comment on the editing, except to say, knowing that, I was not disappointed. I will not give a synopsis as you can read that for yourself. I will say if you enjoy Christian Historical Fiction, you will enjoy this book. Not a pushy, preachy type of Christian book, just characters with strong faith.
  • (5/5)
    **special note: I received an ARC in exchange for a review.**Laura Frantz impresses me with her writing. She makes me wish I could jump into the story and join the action. If you like historical fiction, you will have no problem liking this book. I love stories about Colonial America and the War for Independence, so this book was definitely my cup of tea! (Pun intended.) The characters are engaging and very passionate about their loyalties to the King or to the Patriot cause. I look forward to reading more of her work!
  • (4/5)
    This is not my first Frantz book, I have read every one of her novels and am always impressed with her writing. I love her characters (or hate, like her fiance in this novel) and how they seem to come to life for me. The only reason I did not give this 5 stars is because I like her earlier works better. I would have liked to read more about her time as a hired seamstress and as a spy. Of course that would have made for a fairly lengthy novel. 4 starsI received this novel as part of LibraryThing's Early Reviewers.
  • (5/5)
    Laura's writing is always so exquisite and detailed! The characters always feel real as does their faith. I love the development of Lady Elizabeth
  • (5/5)
    The Lacemaker is a fascinating and engrossing story set in Colonial Williamsburg during turbulent times. Lady Elisabeth Lawson, daughter of a Tory, was soon to be married when her life changed drastically. Her privileged life vanished in a moment, leaving her virtually homeless and poor. It was going to take strength and determination to survive.. Noble Rynallt entered her life as her fiancé's cousin, but circumstances made him more than that.This is a beautifully written book. In exquisite detail, life in Colonial Williamsburg during 1775 is presented. Readers will become immersed in the lives of the inspiring protagonists. This book is well worth reading. Highly recommended.I received a complimentary copy of this book through LibraryThing. The opinions expressed in this review are my own.
  • (4/5)
    Revolutionary romance. It was a little too convenient to have a mother so entwined with the Liberty movement, and a father so solidly Loyalist in order to show the lacemaker daughter both sides of this debate. With the hero named “Noble”, the reader already knows which direction this tale is heading. Still, it was a fun historical ride. Though it is labeled “Christian Fiction”, there is no preachiness here. It is a domestic story about how people live – at that time and in that place. There are city people, plantation people, Christian people and non. A bit lightweight, but a fine historical novel of Williamsburg.
  • (4/5)
    I gotta say I was pleasantly surprised with this one. I’m always a bit hesitant when approaching a new Christian author; yet Frantz is definitely one of the higher rated and reviewed ones. She’s able to balance her Christian elements with a great story and well-rounded characters. While the ending felt a bit rushed and so lacked a certain punch, I’d still say this was a fantastic novel.The history is why I was interested in the first place. Anything set during the American Revolution will draw my interest, my being fascinated by that specific era from childhood. Frantz does a great job in getting her details right, giving us a window into a rarely explored part of the Revolution, that of early 1770s Virginia. The early rumblings of such individuals as Patrick Henry and his compatriots set a simmering cauldron of resentment and republicanism against which our main story is set.Liberty and her dilemma are the real meat of the story. An endearing mix of vulnerability and fortitude, she gives us an intimate window at a woman caught in the winds of war and change. She draws strength from her Christian faith and her ability to adapt from gently reared gentleman’s daughter to simple seamstress. I felt she was a relatable character through which to tell the story.While I didn’t feel as strong a connection to Noble, I still enjoyed his rock solid sense of honor and commitment to his cause, his Welsh estate members, and Liberty. The way these two play off each other was just beautiful, gently flowing through the turbulence of revolutionary America and keeping both steady in its rocky waters.Story wise, Frantz had a great flow going. With a steady buildup of suspense and coming together relationship wise, I never found myself bored. I continuously wanted to know how Liberty was dealing with her new station in life and how she dealt with the warring factions of pre-revolutionary Virginia.However, the ending felt extremely rushed to me. I don’t want to give any details away; but within a short time period, we had people in danger, rescue, marriage, and everything‘s resolution. And when I say short timeframe, I’m speaking like a couple of chapters, pages only. With all the detail and build up the author put into the rest of the story, I felt like the ending gave little pay off.Even so, I still found enjoyment in my introduction to Frantz. She handles her characters well, developing them with hidden depths and wells of strength. The story is strong against a well-developed historical backdrop, sucking me in from page 1. Despite that lackluster ending, I’d still recommend this tale for any lovers of historical fiction and the American Revolution.Note: Book received for free via Library Thing giveaway in exchange for an honest review.
  • (5/5)
    As soon as I heard about Laura Frantz’s new book, The Lacemaker, I began to search book sites to see when the release date might be or whether or not advanced reader copies might be available. Frantz’s reputation as a stellar author was of course one reason to be interested in this book, but for me the big draw was the setting, Colonial Williamsburg. Having visited there twice in recent months, I am enthralled with the stories of Colonial Williamsburg. The Lacemaker was not a disappointment, but rather a compelling read. Elisabeth Anne Lawson, daughter of the lieutenant governor of Virginia Colony, once a close friend of Lady Charlotte, the first lady of the colony, and her daughters, finds herself abandoned by both her father and her fiancé. She must make her own way in the midst of the rumblings of what will become known as the War for Independence. Fortunately, her mother, for whose return she awaits, taught her the skill of lacemaking, and what was once a form of entertainment becomes a vocation alongside her other needle skills. In order to ply her trade Elisabeth must take on a new identity, one apart from her family’s Tory reputation, and apart from the social status and protection she has always known. Noble Rynallt, independence man, master of Ty Mawr and Ty Bryn, and cousin to Elisabeth’s former fiancé, is struggling with trials of his own. While still mourning and dealing with guilt associated with his sister’s death, Noble seeks to take his place among those striving for independence from the mother country. Separated from his brother by a vast sea, and from his cousin by a vast difference in character, Noble has no close family with whom to share his joys or his burdens. Now he feels compelled to take Elisabeth under his arm of protection, while she strives to find her own sense of independence. Readers who have never visited Colonial Williamsburg will enjoy Frantz’s ability to place them directly on the streets of this town during the birth pains of our nation. For those who have visited, they will enjoy walking the streets once again, enjoying the memories of the Raleigh Tavern, Bruton Parish Church, the Governor’s Palace, and many other Colonial Williamsburg landmarks. I thank Revell Books and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of The Lacemaker in exchange for my honest review. I received no monetary compensation.
  • (5/5)
    Title: The LacemakerAuthor: Laura FrantzPages: 416 (ARC)Year: 2018Publisher: RevellMy rating is 5 out of 5 stars.The colonial period in our history is one of my favorite time periods to read about and Laura Frantz is an author who writes well-written tales that will captivate readers for hours. This latest novel is no exception. The setting is colonial Williamsburg and the nearby towns in the year 1775.Lady Elisabeth Lawson is a loyal Tory with her father as the lieutenant governor of the Virginia Colony as well as a member of the British aristocracy. He has controlled every move of his only child’s life and has orchestrated a betrothal between Elisabeth and a wealthy man loyal to the Crown. There is no love between the two, and her fiancé has minimal contact with her. She has planned her wedding alone as her father has sent her mother to England as she was expressing too many anti-Tory sentiments. So, Elisabeth is stunned when the Patriots gain control of the colony and her father leaves her alone to fend for herself. Her fiancé also abandons her, leaving her alone and at the mercy of angry Patriot men who roam the streets looting and vandalizing. In steps Noble Rynallt, a diehard Patriot originally from Wales, but also a gentleman.Noble is the cousin of Elisabeth’s betrothed and feels it is his duty to keep her safe. He is aware of her political stance, but nonetheless he is attracted to her. With nowhere else to go, as all the Tories have left town and the Patriots will not house a Tory, Noble invites Elisabeth to stay at his home along with her maid until she his cousin and she marry. Lacemaking is a skill that has been passed down for generations on the female side of Elisabeth’s family. She soon will have to depend on that skill to support herself when her fiancé doesn’t come to collect her. Noble keeps tabs on her as he knows she isn’t safe as a Tory female, living alone in the explosive Patriot atmosphere. Elisabeth finds herself questioning why she is a Tory and thinking about Noble quite a lot. What is God’s plan for her?I have read several of Laura’s novels and have been fascinated with the details and the unique stories she pens about colonial life, whether it be in a city or untamed territory. I get lost in the pages, imagining life back then and how I would react to the situations her characters encounter. Faith is incorporated in this story as Elisabeth learns how to live out her faith in dependence on God and to have faith that He knows what is best for her. I anxiously await the next historical tale from this author!Disclosure of Material Connection: I received one or more of the products or services mentioned above for free in the hope that I would mention it on my blog. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255. “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
  • (5/5)
    This book gave me a personal view of life during the American Revolution I had not seen before. I hadn’t thought how much of a perilous time it was for many. History is great at giving the facts but does not share the intimate experiences of individuals during that era. I knew the Patriots and Tories were passionately opposed America’s independence, but I had never taken into consideration the great cost and private losses to those faithful to the Crown. I found it strange to think George Washington and Patrick Henry were viewed as the bad guys, when they are our heroes!Through Elizabeth Lawson I was able to experience all of this. It is 1775 in Williamsburg Virginia. Wealthy and socially elite, she plans her wedding to Miles Roth. There is no love involved; it is arranged by her father. Sadly what Miles has in social standing he lacks in morality and character, a skirt chaser and gambler. On the night of their engagement party he is involved in is favorite pastimes and sends his cousin Noble Rynallt to escort her. This causes quite a stir in more than one way; Rynallt is a Patriot. She is extremely impressed by him, especially in comparison to his no-count cousin.Then one night her entire world is turned upside down and her future changed forever. The Tories flee, including Elizabeth’s father and fiancé, the revolutionaries ransack her beautiful mansion, looting and destroying. All her servants flee but two and she survives unharmed. She goes from being rich to homeless. Noble steps up and to offer his protection by inviting her to his home. This was an awkward situation at best, especially considering their opposing political sides. Having no choice she accepts.I was amazed at her strength and faith! She was not the whiney, shallow rich girl that many of that time were. I saw a great lesson in controlling one’s thoughts. She did not allow negative, self-pitying, or fearful thoughts to remain, but consistently directed her mind back to God’s Word. This was quite a feat considering her French maid was constantly bombarding her with negativity.Noble, lives up to his name and proves to be a man of integrity and compassion. He too has a strong faith in God and that his guide. I admired how he was able to allow Elizabeth her views while continuing to pursue and stand for his quest for our nation’s independence.Through Ms. Frantz’s skilled writing I was a part of the scenery, customs, and drama of the time! A book I truly enjoyed!I received a copy of this book free from Revell Publications. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising
  • (5/5)
    Wow, what a beautiful story! I just recently read my first Laura Frantz books and loved them (the first two books in the Ballantyne Legacy). So I had a feeling I would love this one as well, and I did—so very much!Ms. Frantz has such a way of writing and describing detail that transports the reader to colonial Williamsburg. Her setting is so well written that it takes on a life of its own and almost becomes as important a part of the story as the characters. I don't typically prefer the setting of colonial Williamsburg, but I love it when Ms. Frantz writes about it! I could feel the tension of a Williamsburg that is on the dawn of Revolution. She has a way of writing about history so that you learn a lot and still enjoy an amazing story! "The Lacemaker" also has characters that the reader will fall in love with. The two main characters are on opposite sides of the political spectrum when the story begins. It is fascinating reading from the two different political viewpoints. I never thought I'd feel sympathy for a Tory, yet I came to see that there are bad guys both among the Patriots and the Loyalists/Tories. Elizabeth (also called Liberty), is our heroine, who has a strong faith. Her example of continuing to pray and seek God, even when her world falls apart, is an inspiration to me. She is even able to find something to be thankful for and thanks God, when everyone has deserted her and she has lost her home. I also like the cameo appearances and references to men like Patrick Henry and George Washington. Ms. Frantz writes an incredible story, one I wish I had had when I was first learning American history. She makes history come alive. I came to love the setting and the characters! This is a must read for lovers of historical fiction, American history and romance!Content: I would give this book a PG rating for some minor content. Some examples of the content are: reference to a woman’s daring décolletage, talk of drinking and gambling, a man is drunk, there are almost naked slaves and a brief description of the brutal way they are treated when being auctioned, a reference to the pleasures of marriage as opposed to being celibate and men smoke tobacco.Rating: I give this book 5 stars!Genre: Christian Fiction; Historical; Romance.I want to thank Laura Frantz, LibraryThing Early Reviewers and Revell for the complimentary copy of this book for review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I express in this review are my own. This is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s CFR 16, Part 255.
  • (5/5)
    In 1775, Elizabeth Anne Lawson is a young colonial lady of great social standing. Her father is Lord Stirling, Lt. Governor of Virginia, loyal to the crown and the Church of England. As we meet Elizabeth, she is about to be married to a man of her father's choosing, Miles Roth. However, Miles is a womanizer and a gambler. As a direct result of Miles's foolish ways, Elizabeth meets Noble Rynallt, his distant cousin. Rynallt is sent to escort her to Miles' and Elizabeth's engagement ball because Miles is indisposed.The more Elizabeth sees of Noble, the more she realizes he lives up to his name, compared to her fiancé. However, he is fighting against all her father stands for. Herein lies another issue, as Elizabeth begins to realize her own parents stand on opposite sides of the Tory/Patriot debate. I am so glad I did not live during this time period. Both sides compellingly used Scripture to support their beliefs and actions. Life was uncertain and not guaranteed if one was caught and proven treasonous to the other side. Some great quotables:"You cannot dictate honorable conduct." (Hmmm...probably true today?!)"God hasn't forgotten us, Isabeau. There's been no revolution up above, remember."While The LaceMaker is a departure from Frantz' late writings of the Kentucke wilderness, I look forward to more in this vein. I received a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley and was not required to leave a positive review. All opinions are solely my own.
  • (5/5)
    I am not sure I will receive a Christmas gift this year that will compare with getting a copy of the Lacemaker in the mail this week! I simply loved it in every way. Laura Frantz tells an unforgettable story, rich in history with vivid characters and perhaps my favorite heroine yet! The story unfolds in perfect tempo, with enough turns and twists to keep you up late reading! I loved that Liberty fought for her own independence as the story unfolded. The hero of the story, Noble Rynallt, could not have been better suited for this revolutionary tale.Many years ago, I stumbled upon Laura Frantz’s first book, The Frontiersman’s Daughter, in my local library. For me, it was love at first read. I have a short list of favorites, and Frantz is at the top! The Lacemaker is Frantz at her best! You do not want to miss this book! As a side note, I live in Fredericksburg, Virginia, not far from Williamsburg. This book was especially thrilling to read because I know the places in it so well. Thank you Laura Frantz for another piece of perfect historical fiction!I requested a copy of The Lacemaker from its publisher. I was not required to give a positive review. I would have purchased this book had I not received a copy because Laura Frantz is my favorite! All opinions are my own and I have not been compensated.