4.4 38
by Diane Haeger

View All Available Formats & Editions

Amid the disapproving gossip of the Court, a royal romance defies all obstacles.

The Court of François I is full of lust, intrigue, and bawdy bon temps—a different world from the quiet country life Diane de Poitiers led with her elderly husband. Now a widow, the elegant Diane is called back to Court, where the King’s obvious interest marks her


Amid the disapproving gossip of the Court, a royal romance defies all obstacles.

The Court of François I is full of lust, intrigue, and bawdy bon temps—a different world from the quiet country life Diane de Poitiers led with her elderly husband. Now a widow, the elegant Diane is called back to Court, where the King’s obvious interest marks her as an enemy to the King’s favourite, Anne d’Heilly. The Court is soon electrified by rumors of their confrontations. As Anne calls on her most venomous tricks to drive Diane away, Diane finds an ally in the one member of Court with no allegiance to the King’s mistress: his teenage second son, Henri.

Neglected by his father and disliked by his brothers, Prince Henri expects little from his life. But as his friendship with Diane deepens into infatuation and then a romance that scandalizes the Court, the Prince begins to discover hope for a future with Diane. But fate and his father have other plans for Henri—including a political marriage with Catherine de Medici. Despite daunting obstacles, Henri’s devotion to Diane never wanes; their passion becomes one of the most legendary romances in the history of France.

Also available as an eBook

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Haeger's first novel offers a romanticized account of the relationship between King Henri II of France and his mistress, Diane de Poitiers. Invited back to court after several years' absence, the 31-year-old widow is unwilling to warm the bed of Henri's father, King Francois I. Yet Francois's powerful mistress, Anne d'Heilly, still schemes to drive Diane from court, and Diane finds an ally in Prince Henri (the king's second son), who is almost equally friendless. Although many years her junior, Henri is infatuated with the beautiful widow and devastated when the king, hoping to get his hands on a chunk of Italy, sells him in marriage to Catherine de Medici. After the marriage, Henri continues to pursue Diane, and, about the time of the Dauphin's death, she becomes his mistress and advisor, roles she fills until his death. By drawing her pictures in stark white (Diane's friends) and black (Diane's foes), Haeger diminishes her book's effect: power struggles and court intrigues can be truly portrayed only in shades of gray. Without this complexity, the only readers this book will satisfy are those who value sentiment over authenticity. (Mar.)
From the Publisher
“Riveting . . . I guarantee you’ll stay awake nights not being able to put this book down.” —Affaire de Coeur

“Spectacular . . . The story of a remarkable woman and her clash with society . . . Lush in characterization and rich in historical detail.” —Romantic Times

Product Details

Publication date:
Sold by:
Random House
Sales rank:
File size:
2 MB

Related Subjects

Read an Excerpt


In dawn's semidarkness, she stood ankle deep and motionless at the river's edge, her tall silhouette blending with the bare white elms which braided through the cloudless winter sky over Beaumont-sur-Sarthe.

The pungent aroma of wood smoke from village chimneys mixed with damp earth and laced the air near the shore as she plunged naked into the icy water. She felt the chill, sharp like needles, as it quickly turned her skin to gooseflesh, but to Diane, discipline was sacred. Defiantly, she moved deeper into the rapid current. She finally came to the surface, water dripping from her hair and face, and her alabaster skin glimmering with the sheen of early morning light on water. A flock of geese flew in precision above her, but made no sound. In this state of meditative peace, she bathed alone until the thoughts returned and her mind began once again, to echo the fear.

It is too late . . . You cannot turn back now . . . You have come too far . . .

Since she always bathed at dawn, Diane reached the inn just as the royal coachmen were loading the first of her brocade-covered trunks back onto the King's coach. Six of His Majesty's best Spanish stallions swayed as two of the guards attached them to a tooled silver harness. At least four of the animals were required to pull the awkward lumbering vehicle. Diane grimaced at the prospect of another long ride in it. The price of the King's hospitality, she reminded herself, and looked away. Before her in the cobblestone courtyard, two mongrel dogs fought over a scrap of meat. They had garnered all of the attention from the velvet-tuniced coachmen so that she could return unnoticed from the river. She said a silent prayer and slipped past them.

Clothed only in a thin cambric dressing gown, she slid through the paneled door. The musty smell of dried wine on scarred oak tables dizzied her, but she crept steadily toward the staircase. In the candlelit shadows she heard laughter, then the faint sound of whispers. A man's voice; then a woman's. She passed quickly, not wanting to hear them. Not today. When she finally reached the welcome privacy of her room, she closed the door and leaned against it to catch her breath. She let the wet dressing gown fall to the floor around muddied feet and ran her hands through the full masses of wet blond hair. As she sank onto the tousled bed covers, she sighed. Is it really too late to turn back?

The King's driver had misjudged the distance and his error had forced them, in the dark of night, to surrender to the only room and the only inn left for miles. In the center of the small room was a large soot-smudged fireplace with a chipped stone hearth. Next to it was a bed hung with tattered blue tapestried bedcurtains. Hewn beams and a spray of cobwebs decorated the walls. From the single latched window came a ribbon of daylight and the shouts of an old woman as she kicked the two dogs in the courtyard below.

The fire sputtered and crackled. It was nearly out. Diane felt the chill again but this time it passed through her as Charlotte padded into the room, carrying a large speckled-blue pitcher full of water. She found her mistress staring hypnotically into the last glowing embers of the fire, her skin nearly blue with the cold.

"Pray God, Madame! You're close to freezing!" she declared in a heavy peasant voice. She slapped the pitcher onto an old oak bureau then, in a brisk maternal sweep, covered Diane with the remaining heap of bedcovers. "Swimming in that river is madness, Madame. If you don't freeze, you're sure to die of the pox!"

There was a long silence between them as Charlotte gathered up the fine Dutch linen undergarments from a trunk at the foot of the bed. Diane watched her, the complex network of wrinkles on Charlotte's full face now highlighted in the gray light from the window. Her kind face was a comfort this morning.

Another servant entered the room in soundless velvet slippers, carrying in one hand a large silver jewelry casket; in the other, a freshly starched headdress. "I have spoken to His Majesty's coachman, Madame," said Helene, in a wispy childlike voice. "He expects we shall reach Court by midday."

Diane nodded but said nothing.

"Have you decided what you shall wear when you are introduced once again to His Majesty?" Charlotte asked. "If I might suggest, the moire silk, or the velvet are both splendid." Confident that her suggestion would be heeded, she did not wait for a reply. She padded with heavy labored steps, back to one of the trunks that lay open, beneath the small latched window. This trunk, like the others already on the coach, was lined with an assortment of silks, furs, petticoats and headdresses.

"It must be perfect. Simple. Solemn. I can afford no mistake in this." She paused a moment, and brushed her slender fingers across her slim white throat. "Prepare the velvet with the white lace collar."

Wrapped in the bedcovers, Diane moved silently to the hearth and a small petit-point hassock. Helene opened the jewelry case and arranged a selection of necklaces and rings. Charlotte laid the chosen gown across the bed near the stockings and underskirt. She smoothed out each article with her short rough hands as Helene moved to the fire to add a few sticks of kindling. A blaze quickly took hold and gold flames licked the walls of the tiny room. The elements of their mistress's costume now in place, Charlotte took up the pearl-handled comb from the table by the bed. With firm, even strokes, she began to untangle the partially drying tendrils of Diane's thick blond hair.

When it was nearly dry, she stood. She could put it off no longer. She must dress. It was an elaborate ritual of camouflage Diane detested. First her breasts were tightly bound. Then her hips were flattened. She was covered next in a long-sleeved blue shift; then a heavy leather corset. A bell-shaped canvas underskirt followed white jersey hose, and finally, her gown. It was simple black velvet with a low square neckline. Across it, Charlotte hung a heavy rope of pearls. The long cuffs, trumpet shaped, were turned back. Their lining was marten fur. She would change into the more formal gown later, after they had been received at Court. His Court.

The dressing of her hair followed. The silky blond waves that fell uncurled down her back were pulled sharply away from her face, pinned and then hidden beneath a black silk bonnet. Slowly, the tall, sensual animal who had come up out of the river was transformed into the picture of nobility. She stood still as the folds in her veil were straightened. Her gown was brushed. Gown, headdress and slippers; they all must be perfect. But no cosmetics . . . never any cosmetics.

When the dressing ritual was complete, Charlotte stepped back and studied Diane as though she were a painting. She held the point of her chin between two fingers, her heavy brows fused in a frown. "If you are not certain about this, Madame, we can just as easily send word to His Majesty that you have fallen ill on your journey. It would be simple enough to tell him that we were required to return home."

The tender concern of the old woman calmed the edges of her own dark fear. She looked at her maid, the hulking body, the skin hanging in aging ruffles from her neck, and her eyes, deep and sincere. Diane smiled.

"It will be all right, Charlotte. Five years is a long time. You shall see. With everything that goes on at Court, people should scarcely remember."

She spoke with conviction, but her words masked a fear greater than she could admit, even to herself. Five years. Who would recall? Five years since the scandal which had rocked the Court and sent her and her husband, Louis, back to Anet to wait out his last days in informal exile. Now Louis was dead and the King had invited her to return.

His Majesty's coach swayed and plunged as the royal guard led the way toward Blois. Inside, Diane and her servants were battered about the dark, stale-smelling cabin. Charlotte, with her red-gray curls beneath a crimson hood, dozed on Helene's shoulder. Diane looked across at them, relieved that she had a few moments to herself. Her head fell back against the red damask cushion as she looked out across the winter landscape of Touraine. The forest was dotted with bare elm trees and patches of melting snow. Across the plowed colorless fields were thatched houses and occasionally a small country church.

Dizzied by the sight and by the fear, she took a small mirror from her velvet handbag and raised it to her face. Gently she rubbed her hand across her cheek. The image that met her was not that of a great beauty. Her nose was too long and her eyes were too deeply set. But her skin was clear and she had a serene elegance, which had always caused people to notice her. Life had been kind. She was certain she did not look anywhere near thirty-one. Her body was still firm and strong and she needed no cosmetics with which to mask herself. She was convinced that daily cold baths held one of the many secrets of youth. In a society where water carried plagues and many were bathed only at birth, after childbirth, and after death, there were few who understood her love of so dangerous a ritual. Yet in spite of the gossip and the stern objections of everyone who knew, Diane continued to bathe every day.

She took a breath and closed her eyes. The sharp clop of hooves on the cobbled road beat to the steady rhythm of her heart. She had made her decision to return to Court. She would face her past . . . she must. So much had changed in these last six months. So much was changing. After a moment, she twirled the wedding ring on her finger. Then, without a thought, she took it from one hand and put it onto the next. It was time to start living again.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Meet the Author

Diane Haeger is the author of four previous historical novels, including The Ruby Ring and My Dearest Cecilia. She lives in California with her husband and family.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >

Courtesan 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 reviews.
Cappi More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing. I got so involved with Henri and Diane. I actually was heartbroken, when Diane was. The story is wonderful and the details are spot on. This is a book you will read and read again. I could not put it down.
penname96 More than 1 year ago
This is one of the all time great love stories. This was the most moving book that I have read in a long time. I laughed, longed and cried! Catherine de Medici never had a chance. This story has everything romance, politics and history. Great book that I couldn't put down!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read thousands of books and this tops them all. I have read it over and over and it always makes me laugh and cry. Such vivid details and a love to last forever.
Stemline More than 1 year ago
Diane de Poitiers is frequently portrayed in history books as a loose woman, but here, she is depicted as the long-time love of the King of France. Much interesting side business on her dealings with her children from her earlier marriage and the intricacies of life at court, with many women scheming to take her place in the king's heart and a queen who must be dealt with. A most interesting book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book - so much so, I've read it twice. Great period detail and it flows nicely. A fun read!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a wonderful story of love. I tore through this book fast because it is a page turner. If you enjoy historical fiction this is a must read!
Melisan More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading Courtesan by Diane Haeger. I was more familiar with what was going on in England at the time, and of course this book intertwined with that knowledge. I found the personal dynamics very interesting, and the court politics were depicted well. I will read more by this author.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Beautifully narrated. Strongly recommended .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a well written novel, giving historical insight into the French Court and the struggles for personal and national power. It also delved into the often tragic child marriages for wealth and power. The passion of Henri and Diane was beautifully portrayed as was their tragic destiny. I would highly recommend this novel to readers of historical fiction. It is one of the best.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
rasputin59 More than 1 year ago
Yes, this book was amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a remarkable spin on the renaissance period in france during King Henry II's short rule. His epic love for diane d'poiters is breathtaking and will be remembered for as long as there are people to pass on the story. A love so strong trickles down the centuries so readers like us can enjoy it, even 500 years later. You will laugh, cry, get angry, happy, and fall in love with the characters ( the story is based on factual people and events). I have read this book at least 6 times, and I know I will continue to pick it up in the years to come. A must have for any historical romance lover, or a diane heager fan! Do your self a big favor, and buy the book. You won't regret it. Diane is inspiring, and I can even feel pain and sorrow for catherine, even if her motives weren't always honest. I love this story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago