I write about the 17th century. I have five cats, one of whom has a reproachful look and a habit of flatulence. There are two series-es. One is set in the Restoration, and begins with A Broom At The Masthead, set in 1665. It’s funny, bloody, and rather sexy, and it involves most of the poets, playwrights and mistresses you’ve heard of from Restoration London. (In a purely tangential capacity, you understand.) If the world of poetry, theatre, plague and arson doesn’t appeal, however, and you want to get hard and heavy with my troop of Ironsides, you need to read the Uncivil Wars books instead. Sometimes described as Sharpe in a buffcoat, and sometimes described as sexy, funny, dark and violent.