I loved this book, seriously. It took me about a week to get through the first fifty pages, and then I read the other 600 in two days. I just didn't want to put it down. Realistic historical fiction is definitely one of my favorite genres, and I've always enjoyed a good (or not so good) romance novel, and this book hit both of those buttons, hard.
It's a fictional account of Mary Carey and her affair with King Henry VIII, and then of all that follows with her sister, Anne Boleyn, and that infamous and ill-fated marriage. Catherine of Aragon is really the only likeable character in the book--everyone else engages in some abbhorent behaviors and schemes--but somehow, you end up rooting for Mary and her brother George.
Beware, though. It's a filthy book. Even without any actual sex scenes, there's plenty of explicit content. But, for a book about the private lives of the "King's favorites," what would you expect?