As readers of my books will know, I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of lost treasure. I think I first featured a treasure trove in my Bluestocking Brides series in The Notorious Lord, where the hero Cory was an antiquarian and keen archaeologist. That book, set in Suffolk, was inspired by the mysterious and fascinating ship burial at Sutton Hoo. Meanwhile House of Shadows also has at its core a story of treasures lost and the spell they cast three hundred and fifty years later.
It was therefore a huge thrill to be invited to contribute to an article for publication that was all about treasures from different parts of the world. You can read the article here. From Spanish treasure fleets to The Amber Room, from the 13th century to the 20th, there are plenty of stories of lost treasure out there. My own fascination was piqued by the tale of King John’s lost treasure. Firstly it was the location that appealed to me, the vast bleak stretches of The Wash with their treacherous tides and their isolation. It is all too easy to imagine the King’s baggage train hurrying to cross the tidal flats and being sucked down into the quicksand. The chronicles are vague about how much was lost but it must have been a deeply traumatic experience. It’s astonishing to think that out there somewhere, under layers of peat and sand and mud, still lies King John’s royal treasure waiting to be discovered.