tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40444574538472678772024-03-18T07:00:33.378+00:00Yarde Reviews & Book PromotionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3042125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-71118106207287127662024-03-18T07:00:00.000+00:002024-03-18T07:00:00.133+00:00THE BRIEF is the first crime novel in an exciting historical series, the Charles Holborne Legal Thrillers – gritty, hard-boiled mysteries set in 1960s London.<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqSh6VJnOb0wT5bz7sC-uKQWWmRfE3PY1tMWXnreYKvWaWteigxrQRbJuAIb-JGYro3qdBfByM6N-RwjBEPG6G-fePQohd3Qq4t9gnm1aCGkqhucEGPvQQfm3yiElgW1tD56s09-Ha6fCD685RDw7yoaapRlQG44jkWCOrAUSXvrCy4uvW3TbMmFAa6A/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqSh6VJnOb0wT5bz7sC-uKQWWmRfE3PY1tMWXnreYKvWaWteigxrQRbJuAIb-JGYro3qdBfByM6N-RwjBEPG6G-fePQohd3Qq4t9gnm1aCGkqhucEGPvQQfm3yiElgW1tD56s09-Ha6fCD685RDw7yoaapRlQG44jkWCOrAUSXvrCy4uvW3TbMmFAa6A/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Brief</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">(Charles Holborne Legal Thrillers Book 1)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">By </span>Simon Michael</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gBXoWbyrCxbv2pEs6fDJfYli0y-D6qRX79A_NSXsD418sZQN4QXo_gtFiDyoqdop2dSzsUPsy63vT0pvoWw6xHw9O5nTe68f_TrNJhd6mFiNIo8zEC5rN_bBenQvgM3ysW1r4D8OvVEt1sowIvHEnP4l-sz5sfUJ1BNfOSGZarPdzutHlaqv-bWeYyw/s932/The%20Brief.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="610" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gBXoWbyrCxbv2pEs6fDJfYli0y-D6qRX79A_NSXsD418sZQN4QXo_gtFiDyoqdop2dSzsUPsy63vT0pvoWw6xHw9O5nTe68f_TrNJhd6mFiNIo8zEC5rN_bBenQvgM3ysW1r4D8OvVEt1sowIvHEnP4l-sz5sfUJ1BNfOSGZarPdzutHlaqv-bWeYyw/w418-h640/The%20Brief.png" width="418" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>Publication Date: 10th June 2020</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Sapere Books</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 279 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div><b>Guilty until proven innocent…</b></div><div><b>London, 1960</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Barrister Charles Holborne is not popular. A Jewish East Ender with a rough past, he is ostracised by his anti-Semitic and class-conscious colleagues who don’t want him in their prestigious Establishment profession.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the bitterness Charles feels at work is spilling over into his personal life, putting his marriage under strain.</div><div><br /></div><div>When a high-profile murder case lands on his desk, Charles is hopeful his fortunes will turn around. But after a shocking crime is committed, he finds himself on the other side of law…</div><div><br /></div><div>Can he outwit those trying to frame him? Will he manage to unmask the real criminal?</div><div><br /></div><div>Or will he find himself on trial for murder…?</div><div><br /></div><div>Pick up your copy of </div><div>The Brief</div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/u/mVYveZ" target="_blank">HERE!</a></div><div><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times;">Simon Michael</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_53KkTGhcal7ylUitnV_1atcVIQGT_IBKz0yxV82cXe9CGmi64Foj0erTa6I2ygGfNN_dmy6wfQcKhE6NbhJJkZ0BIybXVDer32Ydmu_K0g1xGNHrLmOF9OsWFQwMRC-OaDCqveYoGTrkFVO376eSnE0CDHke_Rz_X-gtEVm2mvdkW9i2orf-5s3Qfs/s300/Simon%20Michael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_53KkTGhcal7ylUitnV_1atcVIQGT_IBKz0yxV82cXe9CGmi64Foj0erTa6I2ygGfNN_dmy6wfQcKhE6NbhJJkZ0BIybXVDer32Ydmu_K0g1xGNHrLmOF9OsWFQwMRC-OaDCqveYoGTrkFVO376eSnE0CDHke_Rz_X-gtEVm2mvdkW9i2orf-5s3Qfs/w400-h400/Simon%20Michael.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Simon Michael, often referred to as “the British John Grisham”, is the author of the best-selling London 1960s Charles Holborne series, featuring his antihero barrister, an East End villain made good but struggling in his West End profession. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Simon was published in the UK and the US in the 1980s and returned to writing when he retired from the law in 2016. The Charles Holborne series, The Brief, An Honest Man, The Lighterman, Corrupted, The Waxwork Corpse, Force of Evil and the latest, The Final Shot, have all garnered strong reviews for their authenticity and excitement.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Simon’s tales from the Bar and the plots for his novels are based on his criminal practice, his life and that of his own family. Refugees from the Spanish Inquisition, the Michael family arrived in the Port of London in 1492 and remained in the East End for the next 450 years. Simon believes himself to be the only member of the Honourable Society of the Middle Temple formerly to have been a council labourer, a van driver and a gardener. Once qualified he practised as a barrister for 37 years, working at the Old Bailey and other criminal courts, defending and prosecuting a wide selection of murderers, armed robbers, con artists and other assorted villainy. The era about which he writes, the 1960s, was the “wild west” of British justice, a time when the Krays, the Richardsons and other violent gangs fought for control of London’s organised crime, and the corrupt Metropolitan Police beat up suspects, twisted evidence and took a share of the criminal proceeds. Simon weaves into his thrillers real events of the time, the cases on which he worked, and his unusual family history.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Simon:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.simonmichael.uk/" target="_blank">Website</a></span></div><div style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-64518729485045826102024-03-17T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-17T07:00:00.136+00:00On the dawn of the D-Day invasion of Normandy, two snipers find themselves fighting a battle all their own.<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPAehI5AfrUpHwjySS6_hm5SoUB5IdnyVBbdAzpVQ3F0O8IQEo2NLi_XJq92HFbfZXySjsw4cXw1zsyOacOOrQa0wkVhThyHT4NBPVjwPcnT7WRYvGbducEjH4Y0PO1CA3GUc0jA9unipgCdtW3QzDOoHnirbaOIlo_oOh2vXhsR5UjVRU1pGZRESZOg/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPAehI5AfrUpHwjySS6_hm5SoUB5IdnyVBbdAzpVQ3F0O8IQEo2NLi_XJq92HFbfZXySjsw4cXw1zsyOacOOrQa0wkVhThyHT4NBPVjwPcnT7WRYvGbducEjH4Y0PO1CA3GUc0jA9unipgCdtW3QzDOoHnirbaOIlo_oOh2vXhsR5UjVRU1pGZRESZOg/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> Ghost Sniper<br />(Caje Cole Book 1) <br />By David Healey</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrt1th1fWiVXSKge_7YLc478WgFpvdrY7luBDingBjKwmWhAchMvDO1_yJdvUqp1Zicf9ZKJ5aIR78oOIVJQe7fjVrtJUWH6jyYlLG3wZsa9l6j74DFceWxtC3UigMDAivAFwkREmytlhkFBdF_A8Mj7cA39mod4p96aedK8tAjVOXm9as9ReyebXfT4/s800/Ghost%20Sniper.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="498" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrt1th1fWiVXSKge_7YLc478WgFpvdrY7luBDingBjKwmWhAchMvDO1_yJdvUqp1Zicf9ZKJ5aIR78oOIVJQe7fjVrtJUWH6jyYlLG3wZsa9l6j74DFceWxtC3UigMDAivAFwkREmytlhkFBdF_A8Mj7cA39mod4p96aedK8tAjVOXm9as9ReyebXfT4/w398-h640/Ghost%20Sniper.png" width="398" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br />Publication Date: 15th January 2014</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Intracoastal </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 300 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>June 6, 1944. </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">On the dawn of the D-Day invasion of Normandy, two snipers find themselves fighting a battle all their own. One is a backwoods hunter from the Appalachian Mountains in the American South, while the other is the dreaded German “Ghost Sniper” who earned his nickname on the Eastern Front. Locked in a deadly duel across the hedgerow country of France, the hunter matches wits and tactics against the marksman, both of them one bullet away from victory—or defeat—as Allied forces struggle to gain a foothold in Europe.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> Ghost Sniper</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ghost-Sniper-David-Healey-ebook/dp/B00HWFMBPS" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">David Healey</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yh6oJrcWaeJ2nAeeWdTvAMjRY3JnVz43ARh5GW9z5SveyXIuFFDO5Ud0hJsia9y3XwCFihwVT60vEct3wlsrP8DKak9ZRawDRfhdBzxOvTlp44DfRjxQJ3HS-Kx_PSvvlOwZrMe6T79S2VVPH5oJjDBvdocLRy70u8c0HhM-NNeUQ9LsKVCTunKugWs/s300/David%20Healey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yh6oJrcWaeJ2nAeeWdTvAMjRY3JnVz43ARh5GW9z5SveyXIuFFDO5Ud0hJsia9y3XwCFihwVT60vEct3wlsrP8DKak9ZRawDRfhdBzxOvTlp44DfRjxQJ3HS-Kx_PSvvlOwZrMe6T79S2VVPH5oJjDBvdocLRy70u8c0HhM-NNeUQ9LsKVCTunKugWs/s1600/David%20Healey.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">David Healey made his publishing debut with SHARPSHOOTER, a what-if historical thriller about an attempt to assassinate Union General Ulysses S. Grant during the Civil War, published by an imprint of Penguin Putnam. That novel was the result of years of research into the Civil War that included time as a reenactor at Gettysburg and other battlefields. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In its review, the Civil War News wrote: “SHARPSHOOTER has the feel of a techno-thriller, the kind offered by Tom Clancy or Dean Koontz ... SHARPSHOOTER moves quickly and is filled with all manner of intrigue."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Healey has brought that same passion for research and history to his World War II novels, GHOST SNIPER, ARDENNES SNIPER, and RED SNIPER. During a 21-year career as a journalist, he was fortunate enough to interview many veterans of the 29th Division who landed at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. Some of the events and characters in these novels were inspired by their stories.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He loves the idea of a character like Micajah Cole, a self-reliant backwoods hunter who turns out to be unrelenting and ruthless as a sniper, especially against a skilled adversary, in the pages of these books.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In addition to fiction, he has written books on regional history, including 1812: REDISCOVERING CHESAPEAKE BAY'S FORGOTTEN WAR and GREAT STORMS OF THE CHESAPEAKE.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A graduate of Washington College and the Stonecoast MFA program, he was recognized in 2011 as a Chaney Scholar in history by St. Mary’s College of Maryland. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with David:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.davidhealeyauthor.com" target="_blank">Website</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/david.healey.books" target="_blank">Facebook</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-78004093096974040152024-03-16T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-16T07:00:00.130+00:00From the beaches of Dunkirk to the codebreakers of Bletchley Park, from Resistance bombings in the south of France to the machinations in the basements of MI-6.<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusSqUIxHgfP-KKak3YiOcNyp4P0CC71s9lARLzbqIb30ZmCL-g0d0yhXOCeU6fv9XqIcYYfoIgQLtKE4EKS28ojKgyYnykdimObGXreGGQxaS4gXb3hWzFK3CmTrq3zNaxRnvixQc5MObO41PcUxm84n50l3LQEl1stzWN69xDxK3oMYtvULWn2eH2mk/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusSqUIxHgfP-KKak3YiOcNyp4P0CC71s9lARLzbqIb30ZmCL-g0d0yhXOCeU6fv9XqIcYYfoIgQLtKE4EKS28ojKgyYnykdimObGXreGGQxaS4gXb3hWzFK3CmTrq3zNaxRnvixQc5MObO41PcUxm84n50l3LQEl1stzWN69xDxK3oMYtvULWn2eH2mk/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: times;">After Dunkirk<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">(The After Dunkirk Series Book 1)<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">By Lee Jackson</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJkkJp8Tomkv475H22PYyFMXXhZI0YIGD4IwQ_hdWe0ojTW_5MDxuMjVEWnySfmAUcgywTbHiMtMcSko1J1oBVKb7RwYtpp2Ka1FbwjiKG3QivQO9vt2CvAu2mCIp6_nDH3fG7MJZYyx0-B-kdWhmiCJTrpUWaVMhdXLuQ5NlLyiCx4dAoDNNE2qXaVc/s804/After%20Dunkirk.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="804" data-original-width="510" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJkkJp8Tomkv475H22PYyFMXXhZI0YIGD4IwQ_hdWe0ojTW_5MDxuMjVEWnySfmAUcgywTbHiMtMcSko1J1oBVKb7RwYtpp2Ka1FbwjiKG3QivQO9vt2CvAu2mCIp6_nDH3fG7MJZYyx0-B-kdWhmiCJTrpUWaVMhdXLuQ5NlLyiCx4dAoDNNE2qXaVc/w406-h640/After%20Dunkirk.png" width="406" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 8th September 2022</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Severn River Publishing</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 396 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">From the beaches of Dunkirk to the codebreakers of Bletchley Park, from Resistance bombings in the south of France to the machinations in the basements of MI-6.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Winston Churchill called it Britain’s finest hour. The Royal Navy evacuated 330,000 soldiers from Dunkirk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">But more than 200,000 were left behind.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the beaches, Jeremy Littlefield hides for his life. His path home will draw him through the iron will and the unbreakable heart of the French Resistance.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Only a few miles away, his brother, Lance, rallies fellow soldiers to start a trek that will take them across Europe, sabotaging the Germans in a mission tantamount to suicide.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Back in England, their sister Claire works at Bletchley Park, cracking the codes that could save the lives of her brothers, and thousands of their comrades.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Finally, there is Paul, the cerebral eldest son, working for MI-6, who always knows more than he is able to tell his beloved siblings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">After Dunkirk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/bPDvLz" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Lee Jackson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4ubepBwO6F3ewFm8EoQGYqv5MUfMadz3T-aiCtVr46_unLKVd296lrCsZf27snhqR7yLl1I_57QVUoNM4Zo5ub0U-JNoIEd_MY2VB2j52jXnCN5qi9BIeHvpmWVYwEC3cVYR9_W8kShmzkedTQz_XcIOAVPRO6FRlmEJILBdXNFGJFa8njhUImz8Cw0/s300/Lee%20Jackson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4ubepBwO6F3ewFm8EoQGYqv5MUfMadz3T-aiCtVr46_unLKVd296lrCsZf27snhqR7yLl1I_57QVUoNM4Zo5ub0U-JNoIEd_MY2VB2j52jXnCN5qi9BIeHvpmWVYwEC3cVYR9_W8kShmzkedTQz_XcIOAVPRO6FRlmEJILBdXNFGJFa8njhUImz8Cw0/s1600/Lee%20Jackson.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Lee Jackson is a bestselling, award-winning international World War II and spy thriller author. He was an Infantry officer with a front-row seat on world affairs and spent 38 months in Iraq and Afghanistan. Click FOLLOW for instant notification of new releases. Join his mailing list for bonus content and book updates: https://bit.ly/2WwsatT</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Prodded by his publisher after the success of his first series, Lee launched into writing fact-driven, well-researched WW2 novels in the After Dunkirk Series that trace the challenges and acts of courage of a family scattered in England, across Europe, and to the US and the Pacific Theater during the world's most widespread and destructive conflict. Join Jeremy Littlefield as he escapes Dunkirk and then engages in dogfights flying a Spitfire. Watch Paul as he learns of and copes with intrigue at the highest levels in Great Britain and the US. Scheme with Lance as he outthinks tried to evade capture. Will he succeed? And delve into decrypting and analyzing German military messages, anticipating what the enemy will do next. Can this family survive and find themselves intact at the war's end. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Of Lee's prior series, The Reluctant Assassin (formerly Curse The Moon) was his first and was published in 8 countries. It follows Atcho, a counter-revolutionary leader in Cuba turned unwilling spy in the U.S. The odds he faces seem overwhelming as he must choose between saving the world from a nuclear holocaust - or his daughter. In Lee’s second book, Rasputin's Legacy, Atcho faces a surreal challenge: he must save the country that enslaved his own or deliver control of the Russian nuclear apparatus into the hands of a maniac. Can he set aside his personal desire for revenge? In his third book, Vortex: Berlin, he battles forces bent on keeping absolute power in the divided German city. Can he stop the massacre intended to terrify increasingly rebellious citizens determined to regain control over their own lives? And in the fifth and final book of the series, he goes after the terrorists who bombed the World Trade Center in 1993.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Lee lives with his wife in Texas and is a full-time writer.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-49141581887604349632024-03-15T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-15T07:00:00.140+00:00A scintillating medieval adventure of warfare and espionage.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YKM3We8tMoM6gZtCjn6-U-6IrLZ2W85nmEoCgsBR-CBgShtuhijwaq-I5gmVW6BKjZCHJeV2vrwwjtt98-tE-Y1Eja7OphmiJ-z5nxVauVkwuI_Rg6mqIsiJ-8FaRCet9UYD0ixaOZuVfZhuOdr9_30XvZq3iSGzjyHnMh6W-B2vnvSWs0DYeLqfy64/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YKM3We8tMoM6gZtCjn6-U-6IrLZ2W85nmEoCgsBR-CBgShtuhijwaq-I5gmVW6BKjZCHJeV2vrwwjtt98-tE-Y1Eja7OphmiJ-z5nxVauVkwuI_Rg6mqIsiJ-8FaRCet9UYD0ixaOZuVfZhuOdr9_30XvZq3iSGzjyHnMh6W-B2vnvSWs0DYeLqfy64/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A Flight of Arrows<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">(The Hundred Years' War Book 1)<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">By A. J. MacKenzie</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh4iuSibz6IYw8U6qv-MOpxi6_TPb2wiA383NxQ94mWYMtWEBPmwLR7racmgVcwsRo8iW9rNO8uSdMeJOQ-EbK04EqgSWO8i0TUtB3OY9di27g_R_gWt-6wfc1wXvXxF5VlMILGsfeSTSJLRSKi5BoGNaetd5PaCRX90CyvDMAyUZVlLFLX9tWv_8BlE/s796/A%20Flight%20of%20Arrows.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="514" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh4iuSibz6IYw8U6qv-MOpxi6_TPb2wiA383NxQ94mWYMtWEBPmwLR7racmgVcwsRo8iW9rNO8uSdMeJOQ-EbK04EqgSWO8i0TUtB3OY9di27g_R_gWt-6wfc1wXvXxF5VlMILGsfeSTSJLRSKi5BoGNaetd5PaCRX90CyvDMAyUZVlLFLX9tWv_8BlE/w414-h640/A%20Flight%20of%20Arrows.png" width="414" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 11th March 2021</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Canelo Adventure</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 469 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">1328. After years of civil unrest between England and France, Charles IV dies, leaving no apparent heir. His closest heir to the throne is Edward III of England, but it passes instead to Charles' cousin, Phillip, spurring both countries on to war.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">1346. Landing at Normandy, Edward's immense army makes inroads into French territory, burning everything in their path. But the mysterious assassination of an English knight reveals a terrible truth: there is a traitor in their midst. The king charges Simon Merrivale, the Prince of Wales’ herald, with solving the case.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">As the army marches on towards its destiny, at the awesome scenes of the Battle of Crécy, Simon will uncover a conspiracy that goes to the heart of the warring nations. Among the ashes and the rubble, their fate will be decided: on the battlefield... and in the shadows.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">A Flight of Arrows</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/49ayLJ" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">A J Mackenzie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYt5JcFOmXWWKtXzjli9xS6GRqZdupvPGll4Hh8mtZs8WXNPaY205SkBqDWPggyd0Hk2jWKtkIStIb8MpPaRbatRHbuS7PA4b1k602Wr6KHMhChZeEtwaWolZaUBJG1S4TfxWJ1pNyMLr1rzVn3pJGvfScJlU7ZdBHDUEkW_8muFa_gQhX1Ql791fRqo/s300/A%20J%20Mackenzie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYt5JcFOmXWWKtXzjli9xS6GRqZdupvPGll4Hh8mtZs8WXNPaY205SkBqDWPggyd0Hk2jWKtkIStIb8MpPaRbatRHbuS7PA4b1k602Wr6KHMhChZeEtwaWolZaUBJG1S4TfxWJ1pNyMLr1rzVn3pJGvfScJlU7ZdBHDUEkW_8muFa_gQhX1Ql791fRqo/s1600/A%20J%20Mackenzie.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">A J Mackenzie is the pseudonym of Marilyn Livingstone and Morgen Witzel, an Anglo-Canadian husband-and-wife team of writers and historians. Marilyn has a PhD in medieval economic history and Morgen has an MA in early modern history. They have lived and worked in the UK for over 30 years. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">A J MacKenzie currently has 3 series of historical crime/thrillers published. The 1st, the Hardcastle & Chaytor mysteries (published by Zaffre) are set in 1790s Kent and are full of intrigue, smuggling and murder. The 2nd (published by Canelo) are set in 1812-13 in Canada during the War of 1812 between the USA and Canada. The 3rd is set during the 100 Years War in the 1340s and the latest book, The Fallen Sword was published on 12 May 2022 from Canelo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Connect with A J Mackenzie:</span></div><div><a href="https://ajmackenzienovels.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">Website</span></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-42403973823544729732024-03-14T10:37:00.002+00:002024-03-14T10:37:34.139+00:00 One hidden painting. Two women born centuries apart. A secret uncovered.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37_iR_B2Qd6LguZo_T1FtsmA9wHfe95oyT1gIrZgLVHJwHz08UZ8aGXFjPK5xIB5_vHoA3g_6hpd-W-2HMoGppm60_ESKDnKm0pDCTuZ-IyolE4X7x5TrJH7in0vrKUbMe5qpcLzzXowNKHtomcxaNGoP8_g40A3DMFWsThyphenhyphenSd0yiYSEV38oOqt29YHc/s1080/Yarde%20promotion.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37_iR_B2Qd6LguZo_T1FtsmA9wHfe95oyT1gIrZgLVHJwHz08UZ8aGXFjPK5xIB5_vHoA3g_6hpd-W-2HMoGppm60_ESKDnKm0pDCTuZ-IyolE4X7x5TrJH7in0vrKUbMe5qpcLzzXowNKHtomcxaNGoP8_g40A3DMFWsThyphenhyphenSd0yiYSEV38oOqt29YHc/w640-h640/Yarde%20promotion.png" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Venice Secret<br />By Anita Chapman</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiI87Buh6G-MUHrrJdr5VMvM7OSHAWlE8bB6cfAWj8UIsdfVjr9ivuMgci2H1hpmFfJsSkl228-9zV1dLEPgIZ2S6or4rg_9EVjLkkEUAUfJ7knnKQZit4gbu9ASrUiRmA_VJourbOEJK-sqELZSo1Ntd51VnBfZXV8oOuMP51GSd1scrx7CgQoB_vtLY/s862/%20The%20Venice%20Secret.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="546" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiI87Buh6G-MUHrrJdr5VMvM7OSHAWlE8bB6cfAWj8UIsdfVjr9ivuMgci2H1hpmFfJsSkl228-9zV1dLEPgIZ2S6or4rg_9EVjLkkEUAUfJ7knnKQZit4gbu9ASrUiRmA_VJourbOEJK-sqELZSo1Ntd51VnBfZXV8oOuMP51GSd1scrx7CgQoB_vtLY/w406-h640/%20The%20Venice%20Secret.png" width="406" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br />Publication Date: 7ht March 2023</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Neets Press </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 420 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>One hidden painting. Two women born centuries apart. A secret uncovered.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In 2019, Rachel is stuck in a rut when she discovers what appears to be a Canaletto painting in her grandmother's loft along with a note addressed to Philippa in 1782. With help from Jake at the local art gallery, Rachel endeavours to find out if the painting is an original and uncovers a secret from the past.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In 1780, governess at Chipford Hall, Philippa is offered the role of mistress by Earl Rupert. She escapes to Venice as companion to bluestocking, Lady Cordelia who reveals a secret that changes both their lives. They do their best to keep the secret from Lady Cordelia's social circle, but their nemesis is determined to reveal all and ruin them.</div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Venice Secret</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Venice-Secret-dual-time-discovery-painting-ebook/dp/B0BNP1VXFR" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Anita Chapman</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSszroXzP0utey_KdiVDhtYk6RuTdpQvsjplwAslIv1ghcuOSx9HK4CIIlnMNG8Bs60TXyGL8scNUPXo2UbCxFSbEpzrc0p3dvQiZTqJbR5Bpu-EkqzfqD6g2XU0zQ48Y_rOOzuPGHeVeJLReKchHwfdQK_FkQUGdn0umd5pZ0-YdfWL0n74hzVAECW-Y/s300/Anita%20Chapman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSszroXzP0utey_KdiVDhtYk6RuTdpQvsjplwAslIv1ghcuOSx9HK4CIIlnMNG8Bs60TXyGL8scNUPXo2UbCxFSbEpzrc0p3dvQiZTqJbR5Bpu-EkqzfqD6g2XU0zQ48Y_rOOzuPGHeVeJLReKchHwfdQK_FkQUGdn0umd5pZ0-YdfWL0n74hzVAECW-Y/s1600/Anita%20Chapman.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Anita Chapman's first novel, The Venice Secret was published in March 2023 and spent six weeks in the overall Amazon UK Kindle Top 100, reaching number thirty-eight. The Venice Secret has had over five million Kindle Unlimited pages read and received more than 4000 Amazon reviews since publication. Anita’s next novel will be published by Bookouture in June 2024.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Anita enjoyed writing stories from a young age, and won a local writing competition when she was nine years old. Encouraged by this, she typed up a series of stories about a mouse on her mum’s typewriter and sent them to Ladybird. She received a polite rejection letter, her first.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Many of Anita’s summers growing up were spent with her family driving to Italy, and she went on to study French and Italian at university. As part of her degree, Anita lived in Siena for several months where she studied and au paired, and she spent a lot of time travelling around Italy in her twenties. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Anita likes to read journals and diaries from the past, and one of her favourite pastimes is visiting art galleries and country houses. Her first published novel, The Venice Secret is inspired by her mother taking her to see the Canalettos at The National Gallery in London as a child. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Since 2015, Anita has worked as a social media manager, training authors on social media, and helping to promote their books. She’s run several courses in London and York, and has worked as a tutor at Richmond and Hillcroft Adult Community College.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Anita:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://anitachapman.com" target="_blank">Website</a></span></div><div><a href="https://twitter.com/neetschapman" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">X</span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.instagram.com/neetschapman/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Instagram</span></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-79880773737882639302024-03-14T07:00:00.006+00:002024-03-14T07:00:00.149+00:00Dive into an extract from the award-winning novel Cinnamon Girl by Trish MacEnulty.<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cinnamon Girl </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By Trish MacEnulty</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aXYI7pJrZkPElHkYceS1AvLJFILJ1e7NOpeOfD7TZ0wUeS6rkRMTcAFP00G9LXvZlIqOWJWiqXBjrrJPBvQOeuERUBg8typW0-w-9y4kNRhP74xUdrQv_CLj7Aam5zX5548VuvPsvUe905An3N8wm3Xr7DaDo52qjbD27gjOr90Geigsqts4Q19qCH71/s1360/Cinammon%20Girl%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="907" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aXYI7pJrZkPElHkYceS1AvLJFILJ1e7NOpeOfD7TZ0wUeS6rkRMTcAFP00G9LXvZlIqOWJWiqXBjrrJPBvQOeuERUBg8typW0-w-9y4kNRhP74xUdrQv_CLj7Aam5zX5548VuvPsvUe905An3N8wm3Xr7DaDo52qjbD27gjOr90Geigsqts4Q19qCH71/w426-h640/Cinammon%20Girl%20cover.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: September 11th, 2023</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Livingston Press</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 311 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Young Adult</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> (but boomers love it, too)!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Winner of the Gold Medal in YA Fiction from The Historical Fiction Company!</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">When her beloved step-grandmother, a semi-retired opera singer, dies of cancer in 1970, 15-year-old Eli Burnes runs away with a draft-dodger, thinking she's on the road to adventure and romance. What she finds instead is a world of underground Weathermen, Black Power revolutionaries, snitches and shoot-first police.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Eventually Eli is rescued by her father, who turns out both more responsible and more revolutionary than she'd imagined. But when he gets in trouble with the law, she finds herself on the road again, searching for the allies who will help her learn how to save herself.</span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">"The book is a fantastic read: fast-moving, full of smoothly woven historical detail and rich characterizations, all told in Eli's appealing voice." — Sarah Johnson, Reading the Past</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJLmkuu0HXfh537x-UXz2Ez9GO7cz6JfPqYjAfjTv5t9gbaNbJAfEge8XWGoXn5aIOMzMg2ttnh8YjUiFA-Je0vmwJzbHhQhEMkAA0OVX54d60y0SIwfnu-RKUXM809WtgjoX0b2XaNMu_pUMvsmEmKNlHrlRrIHPwmoQ4tnwAK2vWEqlbzbZiuuITMg/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJLmkuu0HXfh537x-UXz2Ez9GO7cz6JfPqYjAfjTv5t9gbaNbJAfEge8XWGoXn5aIOMzMg2ttnh8YjUiFA-Je0vmwJzbHhQhEMkAA0OVX54d60y0SIwfnu-RKUXM809WtgjoX0b2XaNMu_pUMvsmEmKNlHrlRrIHPwmoQ4tnwAK2vWEqlbzbZiuuITMg/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></span></a></div></i></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Excerpt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJLmkuu0HXfh537x-UXz2Ez9GO7cz6JfPqYjAfjTv5t9gbaNbJAfEge8XWGoXn5aIOMzMg2ttnh8YjUiFA-Je0vmwJzbHhQhEMkAA0OVX54d60y0SIwfnu-RKUXM809WtgjoX0b2XaNMu_pUMvsmEmKNlHrlRrIHPwmoQ4tnwAK2vWEqlbzbZiuuITMg/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" style="font-style: italic; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJLmkuu0HXfh537x-UXz2Ez9GO7cz6JfPqYjAfjTv5t9gbaNbJAfEge8XWGoXn5aIOMzMg2ttnh8YjUiFA-Je0vmwJzbHhQhEMkAA0OVX54d60y0SIwfnu-RKUXM809WtgjoX0b2XaNMu_pUMvsmEmKNlHrlRrIHPwmoQ4tnwAK2vWEqlbzbZiuuITMg/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">As I lay in my bed night after night, I wondered what would happen to me when Mattie died. Since my dad now had two boys with Cleo, I wasn’t sure he wanted me. Whenever he came to visit us, he was always affectionate but I felt as if he were playing a role that he didn’t quite fit like happened sometimes in Mattie’s operas when Max, the fat postman with the amazing voice, had to play a handsome young lover.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Christmas of 1969 Billy and Cleo had not come to visit us for Christmas because one of the kids was sick. Instead he had sent me a transistor radio and a letter explaining that late at night, radio waves bounced off the ionosphere, and I’d be able to hear radio stations from other parts of the country, including his in St. Louis. On those nights when I couldn’t sleep I would carefully move the dial up and down. Suddenly my dad’s deep voice would cut through the air, and it would sound as if he were sitting right there in the room with me. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“This is Bad Billy Burnes on KXOK, playing Top-40 hits and your requests,” he would growl. Then he’d play something by the Beatles, the Carpenters, or Diana Ross— not the kind of music that was ever played in the house on the hill. One night he played “Cinnamon Girl” by a band called Crazy Horse. He said, “I want to dedicate this song to a very special someone in my life. She owns my heart.” I thought it was sweet that he had dedicated a song to Cleo. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In my room on my antique dresser, I kept a “treasure box,” an old cigar box that I decorated in the fourth grade with rhinestones and paint. This box had things I thought I should keep forever: some silver spoons with a great-grandmother’s initials, a little gold cross Miz Johnny had given me, a pencil once owned by Wolfgang, an old daguerreotype of some ancestor from before the Civil War, a few of my favorite marbles from childhood and the only picture I had of my mother, Carmella. The photo was a black and white picture of her and my dad, standing by a long sleek car. I was not born when this picture was taken. My mother was not smiling. Her hair was dark and thick. I could not, of course, see the color of her eyes. I imagined they must be brown because I had brown eyes, and Billy’s were the bluest of blues. She was staring at the camera, a defiant look on her face, while my dad, still a teenager, stared at her. I always thought she was looking at the future, looking at me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">No one ever spoke about my mother. I knew that she wasn’t from Augusta and she had no family here. Her mother, I think, was Cuban or Puerto Rican, which is how she wound up with a Spanish name and how I wound up with dark eyes. She’d been working at the National Golf Club as a waitress where my dad was a caddy. That’s how they met, and that’s all the information I could ever pry out of Miz Johnny. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The only other mention of my mother I could remember happened when I was around nine or ten at one of Mattie’s parties. I had fallen asleep under the piano but I woke up and heard the adults talking. They were asking Mattie why I had a black eye.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“She got in a fight with a boy at school who said her mother was a you-know-what-loving whore.” I heard a gasp. The boy, Marvin, came from a KKK family and the word he had said was one I was never allowed to say. I wasn’t sure what the other word, “whore,” meant, but I beat his ass anyway. He got in one good lick before I creamed him. Fighting is childish, I know, but I allowed myself the satisfaction of seeing tears dribbling down his face. When I’d come home and told them what had happened, Miz Johnny got really quiet, and Mattie sent me upstairs to take a bath. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cinnamon Girl </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3Ldonw" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Trish MacEnulty</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcjH-5zsEIB8Uzo3olskj9MrGM_OxcTS70lJlOfSdT6gLrSi0Ud0ieoE8755Fjd3_6CajUnjH8vtweP60DziRALSxP_oXFFJeFK40MJ1IYzHDnA6fE-ky7lWhdzDqiAqPqLMWVPwVuqyvnLLxtqYdGBRgJWDt9dIKsSdLdV1FGqOJeRD4xFjbOLvVLRCL/s450/Trish%20MacEnulty.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcjH-5zsEIB8Uzo3olskj9MrGM_OxcTS70lJlOfSdT6gLrSi0Ud0ieoE8755Fjd3_6CajUnjH8vtweP60DziRALSxP_oXFFJeFK40MJ1IYzHDnA6fE-ky7lWhdzDqiAqPqLMWVPwVuqyvnLLxtqYdGBRgJWDt9dIKsSdLdV1FGqOJeRD4xFjbOLvVLRCL/s320/Trish%20MacEnulty.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Trish MacEnulty is the author of a historical novel series, literary novels, memoirs, a short story collection, children’s plays, and most recently, the historical coming-of-age novel, Cinnamon Girl (Livingston Press, Sept. 2023). She has a Ph.D. in English from the Florida State University and graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Florida. She currently writes book reviews and features for the Historical Novel Society. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">She lives in Florida with her husband Joe and her two tubby critters, Franco and Tumbleweed. More info at her website: trishmacenulty.com.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Trish:</span></div><div><a href="https://trishmacenulty.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Website</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://twitter.com/pmacenulty " target="_blank">Twitter</a> </span></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100055362621397" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Facebook</span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.instagram.com/trishmac_historicalfiction/ " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Instagram</span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/trish-macenulty " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">BookBub </span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; 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margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="952" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlti-uw5Th5mWdq2ppupXB18YD1zJqW6E_k-M5nX-JikKFtbvz3r1a4T3ULE2tY00sK0FKpIrlhfEkyiimYnF7Rc9LEsjJoblLfNyLix6gz79KricGAq3K9UNfWjiweXC9I6_J22hCaiTqdq69sPCZmjun5_zqBN-wt1vYHnIR03eddodundOVFY2NmmK/w406-h640/A%20Matter%20of%20Time%20Cover.jpg" width="406" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 2nd February 2024</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Independently Published</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 302 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Biographical Fiction</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">With youth now far behind him, King Henry VIII has only produced one infant son and two bastard daughters. More sons are essential to secure the Tudor line and with his third wife, Jane Seymour dead, Henry hunts for a suitable replacement.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">After the break from Rome, trouble is brewing with France and Scotland. Thomas Cromwell arranges a diplomatic marriage with the sister of the Duke of Cleves but when it comes to women, Henry is fastidious, and the new bride does not please him. The increasingly unpredictable king sets his sights instead upon Katherine Howard and instructs Cromwell to free him from the match with Cleves.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Failure to rid the king of his unloved wife could cost Cromwell his head.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Henry, now ailing and ageing, is invigorated by his flighty new bride but despite the favours he heaps upon her, he cannot win Katherine’s heart. A little over a year later, broken by her infidelity, she becomes the second of his wives to die on the scaffold, leaving Henry friendless and alone.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">But his stout heart will not surrender and leaving his sixth wife, Katheryn Parr, installed as regent over England, Henry embarks on a final war to win back territories lost to the French more than a century before. Hungry for glory, the king is determined that the name Henry VIII will shine brighter and longer than that of his hero, Henry V.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Told from the king’s perspective, <i>A Matter of Time: Henry VIII: the Dying of the Light</i> shines a torch into the heart and mind of England’s most tyrannical king.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Excerpt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">May day 1540 Henry preparing for the May Day celebration</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The morning of the annual May Day celebrations dawns bright and the whole court is merry. Culpepper arrives early, a little after dawn, to change my bandages before the gentlemen of the bedchamber arrive to help me dress. Already garbed in their finest, we will make a fine splash of colour when we enter the competition grounds. I am not competing today, since my leg continues to plague me, but Thomas Seymour and Richard Cromwell will be riding in my stead.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Before I have finished dressing, Will Somer appears, clad as usual in goose turd green with a jolly feather in his cap.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“I am ready,” he announces grandly. “Are you wearing that, sweet king, are you sure that is wise?”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He regards my finery with a curled lip, which makes the gentlemen gasp, but I am confident I am looking my best. Somer is doing what he is paid to do. It is a shame more of my servants don’t do the same. My companions may have missed the cheeky sparkle in his eye, but nothing evades me. I content myself with clouting the fool around the head and, when he ducks away laughing, I throw a jug at him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">It crashes at the feet of Culpepper who is just bringing my hat for approval. He stops in surprise, looks wide-eyed around the chamber.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Is it safe to come in?” he asks with a grin before approaching and arranging my cap at a jaunty angle, and fluffing the wisps of feathers so that they float fetchingly about my head. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Matter of Time: Henry VIII, the Dying of the Light</span></div><div><a href="https://mybook.to/amot " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Judith Arnopp</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQkB_00Llkx9ZgY1CIUu2eCTOMjgfjjqBF92GlGKJOh-6rzMyt8x7Gul6QfCLXRxoXLdl7yD1ns8upiW2c9UkD-pkSHoMjXEUdDUKR_Bfn-mmr3Ivua-_hwWaG3nNGJwzrhnJcHZVtj6tY0OzWHzVeFitvRlqQ4H_o8CE2JPE1sRyiVd2mPx0UVuarM1N/s640/Judith%20Arnopp%20Pembroke.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQkB_00Llkx9ZgY1CIUu2eCTOMjgfjjqBF92GlGKJOh-6rzMyt8x7Gul6QfCLXRxoXLdl7yD1ns8upiW2c9UkD-pkSHoMjXEUdDUKR_Bfn-mmr3Ivua-_hwWaG3nNGJwzrhnJcHZVtj6tY0OzWHzVeFitvRlqQ4H_o8CE2JPE1sRyiVd2mPx0UVuarM1N/w300-h400/Judith%20Arnopp%20Pembroke.jpeg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A lifelong history enthusiast and avid reader, Judith holds a BA in English/Creative writing and an MA in Medieval Studies. She lives on the coast of West Wales where she writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is best known for her novels set in the Medieval and Tudor period, focusing on the perspective of historical women but recently she has been writing from the perspective of Henry VIII himself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Judith is also a founder member of a re-enactment group called The Fyne Companye of Cambria which is when she began to experiment with sewing historical garments. She now makes clothes and accessories both for the group and others. She is not a professionally trained sewer but through trial, error and determination has learned how to make authentic looking, if not strictly historically accurate clothing. Her non-fiction book, How to Dress like a Tudor was published by Pen and Sword in 2023.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her novels include:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Song of Sixpence: the story of Elizabeth of York</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Beaufort Chronicle: the life of Lady Margaret Beaufort (three book series)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Matter of Conscience: Henry VIII, the Aragon Years (Book One of The Henrician Chronicle)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Matter of Faith: Henry VIII, the Days of the Phoenix (Book Two of The Henrician chronicle)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Matter of Time: Henry VIII, the Dying of the Light (Book Three, Coming soon)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Kiss of the Concubine: a story of Anne Boleyn</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Winchester Goose: at the court of Henry VIII</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Intractable Heart: the story of Katheryn Parr</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Sisters of Arden: on the Pilgrimage of Grace</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Heretic Wind: the life of Mary Tudor, Queen of England</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Peaceweaver</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Forest Dwellers</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Song of Heledd</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Previously published under the pen name – J M Ruddock.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Book of Thornhold</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Daughter of Warwick: the story of Anne Neville, Queen of Richard III</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Judith:</span></div><div><a href="www.judithmarnopp.com " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Website</span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.juditharnoppnovelist.blogspot.co.uk/ " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Blog</span></a></div><div><a href="https://twitter.com/JudithArnopp " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Twitter</span></a></div><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/thetudorworldofjuditharnopp" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Facebook</span></a></div><div><a href="www.linkedin.com/in/judith-arnopp-ba999025 " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_X9NorCr4UeyOS-_1MnW43dwtLUO130ilDvW-pITvzM-4fuuP5KSRE4IjqbY_BK5PvxncmZUQfrxJo1fgmqrcNmZ2X0xW1-5aotPLcDLDijVrpf1S4W3C29e9kuA7Pm1pgLvsRIpsTb_2jMx4Abm46t4Ipd3w9UW_f_55i4Yb6awljwScPKg0i_J_N8/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_X9NorCr4UeyOS-_1MnW43dwtLUO130ilDvW-pITvzM-4fuuP5KSRE4IjqbY_BK5PvxncmZUQfrxJo1fgmqrcNmZ2X0xW1-5aotPLcDLDijVrpf1S4W3C29e9kuA7Pm1pgLvsRIpsTb_2jMx4Abm46t4Ipd3w9UW_f_55i4Yb6awljwScPKg0i_J_N8/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Scarlet Papers<br />By Matthew Richardson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGugb4ydoQIqVpe2ztcWXUFwTOhD3CDl549YGAQeY5UWwcOlcbNTzbN_tqNjKTxWbsMpw7-Kt1BArHqOxEeCh_yt5sVx0dEXzcPBEap7CBr-Sed85ky6kxfxislNM1tbpry8XCw3hMbnxOib73xf9pw8wwX-jTK7-TVdhOvxK-6xM0aGgy7DW9rrCHuJ4/s798/The%20Scarlet%20Papers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="522" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGugb4ydoQIqVpe2ztcWXUFwTOhD3CDl549YGAQeY5UWwcOlcbNTzbN_tqNjKTxWbsMpw7-Kt1BArHqOxEeCh_yt5sVx0dEXzcPBEap7CBr-Sed85ky6kxfxislNM1tbpry8XCw3hMbnxOib73xf9pw8wwX-jTK7-TVdhOvxK-6xM0aGgy7DW9rrCHuJ4/w418-h640/The%20Scarlet%20Papers.png" width="418" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 25th May 2023<br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: <span style="text-align: left;">Penguin<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 567 Pages<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Historian Max Archer is invited to a clandestine meeting with legendary Cold War spymaster, Scarlet King.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her offer to share the explosive secrets born of over half a century at the heart of global espionage would be life-changing.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">But Max has little reason to trust a woman whose name is a byword for deceit and ruthlessness.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Soon he is on the wrong side of the law and on the run. As the net closes tighter around him he must somehow discover the truth.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Because it’s not just his life on the line – but also the fate of the Western world . . .</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of<br />The Scarlet Papers<br /><a href="https://books2read.com/u/4AaBjq" target="_blank">HERE!</a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Matthew Richardson</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvgxTfxbzWUPLtJmOePZ5SetwTu7fcqKY__oAwtN-LYnPO-cUFFiipSfxp6dEWWNZxKzcWNTL2eLSbBDZuqJ8ptcMi2jf-OnhqSeygchi_EQGQa-lLw9bql6o9lsIAu7A1JoSiPNmVUNu37SVpWwyYZkOsk7Yanyt7i-MTQSRZbKwC-lIjWJ5OXdMDY/s1279/RICHARDSON+Matthew+-+photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHvgxTfxbzWUPLtJmOePZ5SetwTu7fcqKY__oAwtN-LYnPO-cUFFiipSfxp6dEWWNZxKzcWNTL2eLSbBDZuqJ8ptcMi2jf-OnhqSeygchi_EQGQa-lLw9bql6o9lsIAu7A1JoSiPNmVUNu37SVpWwyYZkOsk7Yanyt7i-MTQSRZbKwC-lIjWJ5OXdMDY/w313-h400/RICHARDSON+Matthew+-+photo.jpeg" width="313" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Photo by Minky Schlesinger</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Matthew Richardson studied English at Durham University and Merton College, Oxford. He has worked as a freelance journalist and a speechwriter in Westminster writing pieces for a wide variety of publications, including The Times, Sunday Times, Daily Telegraph and New Statesman. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In 2015, he was signed by Penguin in a six-figure pre-empt deal for three espionage novels. His debut, MY NAME IS NOBODY, was published in 2017 to critical acclaim; INSIDER, was published in 2021 and THE SCARLET PAPERS was published to critical acclaim in 2023 becoming The Times Thriller of the Year, A Sunday Times Book of the Year, and A Guardian Book of the Year. In 2022 Matthew sold a standalone thriller, ANNA O, in over thirty territories with auctions in the US, the UK and Germany resulting in three separate 7 figure advances.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">THE SCARLET PAPERS has been optioned by a US studio with Matthew executive producing and co-writing. MY NAME IS NOBODY has recently been optioned to House Productions. As scriptwriter, Matthew has sold numerous TV series concepts and is in development with various production companies including Sid Gentle, Cowboy Films, Ink Factory and House.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-38164025609084563912024-03-12T10:30:00.000+00:002024-03-12T10:30:07.797+00:00Crush writer's blog & publish 10X faster!<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Crush writer's blog & publish 10X faster!</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-4f01366a-7fff-15c5-5092-2e1c30e3aef7"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICKxPNsecr7lwqseEHqGSbJ2bQ9aF9GkGtLiPNGiEWrNQdnlHFLfsc3mpkpph3FnDbHBKAu6zuSVDPpOkRz2uRjFftzpQMnw1mHdhnM_3z_fQLQGFZQwkfSo953eqFmDcKgqDl_SwQSC7zWWlinXyBPz35vmjzJDvx0nDkyV_JuHwSYHdf0zZ_CbLi2Q/s1080/save%20time%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICKxPNsecr7lwqseEHqGSbJ2bQ9aF9GkGtLiPNGiEWrNQdnlHFLfsc3mpkpph3FnDbHBKAu6zuSVDPpOkRz2uRjFftzpQMnw1mHdhnM_3z_fQLQGFZQwkfSo953eqFmDcKgqDl_SwQSC7zWWlinXyBPz35vmjzJDvx0nDkyV_JuHwSYHdf0zZ_CbLi2Q/w640-h640/save%20time%201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div><span style="text-align: center;">You have 3,000 words left unwritten</span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></span></div>The more successful authors you know, the more obvious it becomes that every writer has words left unwritten. It's our dirty secret. We all have that one project that we started and could never finish. Sometimes we need help getting past page one, and sometimes we are only a couple thousand words from being finished.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">You may be in the middle of a chapter or outline or even trying to write some social media content or a promotional email.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span id="docs-internal-guid-dc6833d9-7fff-979d-22c7-fcf4c8346d92"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">This is why QuickWrite was built — an artificial intelligence (AI) tool for both fiction & non-fiction authors — YOU. It helps you research, plot, outline, write, edit, market your book, create images, illustrations, sketches and so much more.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I promise you it is a big deal!</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It's been eight months since the last QuickWrite promotion, and that is because they have been working feverishly to make it the hands-down best tool for writers. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Here are just some of the reasons you have to consider QuickWrite:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">• They outperform ChatGPT+</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">• Their lifetime access is way cheaper than only a year of ChatGPT+</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">• QuickWrite taps into six enterprise AI solutions and four proprietary APIs that no other AI system has access to.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">• Their built-in translation and image creation tools allow you to do everything from one interface.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">• Unlike ChatGPT and other services, they are serious about security; your information is seen by no one and deleted immediately from all systems other than your account. The only person who sees your content is you.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">They want you to get all of your writing and author work done faster than ever. For this reason, they’ve opened up a super low lifetime access price to QuickWrite, so you can have a chance to grab lifetime access and tap into its power without being hit with a recurring subscription.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">On top of all of this, if you purchase in the next seven days, not only will you get a 34% discount, but you will also get lifetime access to </span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a href="https://www.quickwrite.ai/what-do-you-write/?orid=380826">AuthorKeywords.com</a></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">, which gives you $300 worth of tools and resources for growing reader traffic to your author website.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I know later this year, looking back, you will count this as one of the very best investments you made this year.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But by the end of next week, this software will go back to subscription-based.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There are several demo videos, so you can see just how it works.</span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; 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font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-24470770527440528002024-03-12T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-12T07:00:00.249+00:00No one knows where Seeker comes from, who his family is, or even his real name. All that is known for certain is that he is utterly loyal to Cromwell and that he has eyes everywhere.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQW6KTYhKFnxeG0W7vJlu-tb2AQAkk2C1aT2l_hq4aeetmFMlgEl5GBrgJx9VSjFRAmYIdXoPDxtzT95I19aVG4E_Uv_ouOvrLV3Vlf2B9rz5w4VRywuf-xWRQKRmrS2x_s-OPFqSRW9A7xrAJtUagGRPNqeZCnHZqoYqFOgVBYreMaWDiMI7YCpF85Js/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQW6KTYhKFnxeG0W7vJlu-tb2AQAkk2C1aT2l_hq4aeetmFMlgEl5GBrgJx9VSjFRAmYIdXoPDxtzT95I19aVG4E_Uv_ouOvrLV3Vlf2B9rz5w4VRywuf-xWRQKRmrS2x_s-OPFqSRW9A7xrAJtUagGRPNqeZCnHZqoYqFOgVBYreMaWDiMI7YCpF85Js/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Seeker<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">By </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">S G MacLean</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT242eJqgqAb7D6L4-hXmPrvhNPCxoWilDgzeyJP25zZInlTeUiDc15L90y0KUSf1BIjFlPez0-m_6Lzg0Qw1AZqP72t5Lwrmi-iLpJJgAdUsbraOsoJ0KgPzXo1zVe1mG2TEt7BLnqMFYW2R8pFjQQX4EkkBHwH7KGXAO7r1uOH6WiCh4EoGQQUYlhMU/s746/The%20Seeker.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="486" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT242eJqgqAb7D6L4-hXmPrvhNPCxoWilDgzeyJP25zZInlTeUiDc15L90y0KUSf1BIjFlPez0-m_6Lzg0Qw1AZqP72t5Lwrmi-iLpJJgAdUsbraOsoJ0KgPzXo1zVe1mG2TEt7BLnqMFYW2R8pFjQQX4EkkBHwH7KGXAO7r1uOH6WiCh4EoGQQUYlhMU/w416-h640/The%20Seeker.png" width="416" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 7th May 2015</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Quercus</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 341 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">London, 1654. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Oliver Cromwell is at the height of his power and has declared himself Lord Protector. Captain Damian Seeker is his most trusted agent. No one knows where Seeker comes from, who his family is, or even his real name. All that is known for certain is that he is utterly loyal to Cromwell and that he has eyes everywhere.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">In the city, coffee houses are springing up, places where men may meet to plot and gossip. Now they are ringing with news of a murder. John Winter, hero of Cromwell's all-powerful army, is dead, and the lawyer, Elias Ellingworth, found standing over the bleeding body, clutching a knife.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Yet despite the damning evidence, Seeker is not convinced of Ellingworth's guilt. He will stop at nothing to bring the killer to justice: and Seeker knows better than any man where to search.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Seeker</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/3L52O0" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">HERE!</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">S.G. MacLean</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dzban80l4dzggbX-H0jmymKN1xMxNwOdHuqivF1ZKaILmZN6DDLBRfhow1oWf6GV9p0SRlZysZMxJz1JW0vtDsGAyozxQGNkZHyu-qskiGpaQt_ZjTu-Vkm__OWPfVqqJwYyP2068oXzBQqtiBMYlFAH_9o9Q1TB9e7VzosLClCfjCUNeZ3838O0Ss/s380/contributor-s-g-maclean-1033.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="253" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dzban80l4dzggbX-H0jmymKN1xMxNwOdHuqivF1ZKaILmZN6DDLBRfhow1oWf6GV9p0SRlZysZMxJz1JW0vtDsGAyozxQGNkZHyu-qskiGpaQt_ZjTu-Vkm__OWPfVqqJwYyP2068oXzBQqtiBMYlFAH_9o9Q1TB9e7VzosLClCfjCUNeZ3838O0Ss/w266-h400/contributor-s-g-maclean-1033.webp" width="266" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">S.G. MacLean has a PhD in history from Aberdeen University. She is the author of two historical crime series – The Alexander Seaton series, set in seventeenth-century Scotland, and the Damian Seeker series, set in Oliver Cromwell’s London, as well as the standalone Jacobite thriller, The Bookseller of Inverness. She has been shortlisted four times for the CWA Historical Dagger, winning it twice. S.G. MacLean lives in Conon Bridge, Scotland.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-68548132367654292024-03-11T07:00:00.005+00:002024-03-11T07:00:00.252+00:00A Woman Fights for Her Legacy as the French Revolution Erupts.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bSNy42-iAI2SMzniOkRGOmZDb7CTSkBAYesNGr-jj4BnFArEpBqXV9s1tQ150rvAEwu8uDg5QDXuF4S79C7szdQOIybLx0hjtxVwCNTLqSwcW5NSMwwqZXm8xSZQlZSN1nqDhfdLNEsN6RMyVc-pGrVQz2NppBck5d73FpN8G0VJm-2mWdUBZn1V6P0/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bSNy42-iAI2SMzniOkRGOmZDb7CTSkBAYesNGr-jj4BnFArEpBqXV9s1tQ150rvAEwu8uDg5QDXuF4S79C7szdQOIybLx0hjtxVwCNTLqSwcW5NSMwwqZXm8xSZQlZSN1nqDhfdLNEsN6RMyVc-pGrVQz2NppBck5d73FpN8G0VJm-2mWdUBZn1V6P0/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipOV9jphxi_-TNHMWf_byQQ01HtffHYV4GZ00HS2hyphenhyphenRrkc_7rtry7kkonZ-knhvgPPPRR05jYUfAyS083OYMMBXVE_Bn2Pe68nj6u94xf2J9zoIynY7wm-Zl1KJRMrVKtlaEdLkVMmX3SMxJxTzt-AkXnyM0ph1R_6w3Gi4GJO9I_-GKiDcAam2APUxZM/s640/Chateau%20de%20Verzat%20Series%20Banner.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipOV9jphxi_-TNHMWf_byQQ01HtffHYV4GZ00HS2hyphenhyphenRrkc_7rtry7kkonZ-knhvgPPPRR05jYUfAyS083OYMMBXVE_Bn2Pe68nj6u94xf2J9zoIynY7wm-Zl1KJRMrVKtlaEdLkVMmX3SMxJxTzt-AkXnyM0ph1R_6w3Gi4GJO9I_-GKiDcAam2APUxZM/w640-h360/Chateau%20de%20Verzat%20Series%20Banner.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her Own Legacy <br />(Château de Verzat Book 1)<br />By Debra Borchert</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCksoxgFtInj96EMhoEustSayzNAaJER3vmxzStBN_c9Wwe54a1pJ-8TdvkyhdhBQJtV3EzJA5d4Ih7BHcNza3aIxxv7frE1tFfq_kS-4JpTBjOYr8D5DhJs-z7fYODylnS-S4efU0on61ZXV8OBzNHeeIO5qXkt_Vzobr8XBGrZq6_yl-HuL7a1ifTML/s2925/HER_OWN_LEGACY_COVER.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2925" data-original-width="1950" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCksoxgFtInj96EMhoEustSayzNAaJER3vmxzStBN_c9Wwe54a1pJ-8TdvkyhdhBQJtV3EzJA5d4Ih7BHcNza3aIxxv7frE1tFfq_kS-4JpTBjOYr8D5DhJs-z7fYODylnS-S4efU0on61ZXV8OBzNHeeIO5qXkt_Vzobr8XBGrZq6_yl-HuL7a1ifTML/w426-h640/HER_OWN_LEGACY_COVER.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 1st September 2022</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Le Vin Press</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 507 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction</span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Woman Fights for Her Legacy as the French Revolution Erupts.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Headstrong Countess Joliette de Verzat prefers secretly managing her family’s Loire Valley château and vineyards to the cut-throat politics of Versailles. For nearly three centuries, generations of families have toiled to produce Château de Verzat wines, and their homes and livelihoods depend upon Joliette. But ancient laws block her from inheriting property—unless she is widowed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Revolution erupts. Thousands of women march on Versailles. Caught in the battle, Joliette risks her own life to save her lover’s. She flees to Paris, blazing with hatred for aristocrats, where she discovers her illegitimate half-brother, Henri—the secret rightful heir who disdains the nobility to which he unknowingly belongs.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">As insurrection mounts, Joliette faces heartbreaking choices. She must risk all that she loves and trust the people she has saved to save her.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her Own Legacy </span></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/u/bWYod1 " target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her Own Revolution</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Château de Verzat Series, Book 2</span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By Debra Borchert</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ke3s2IlUomfsE6_3QyPP7i2I46WtEtNNsA4wrJ90-TySOW3QJ6KCCl5AgoWsUNPW_tEdT9eR_ZH6Tf9hELJj7mALGOefGnPbQtDKahB2c_dJHlW_sDrtk41IonOZEZEmxVbxO8rqW3bUXYvpBVzaReFNjxrjKYeLcNO5Ua0Mmn_5lJ5pvEl8r4UYDkeZ/s2925/HER_OWN_Revolution__FINAL_COVER.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2925" data-original-width="1950" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ke3s2IlUomfsE6_3QyPP7i2I46WtEtNNsA4wrJ90-TySOW3QJ6KCCl5AgoWsUNPW_tEdT9eR_ZH6Tf9hELJj7mALGOefGnPbQtDKahB2c_dJHlW_sDrtk41IonOZEZEmxVbxO8rqW3bUXYvpBVzaReFNjxrjKYeLcNO5Ua0Mmn_5lJ5pvEl8r4UYDkeZ/w426-h640/HER_OWN_Revolution__FINAL_COVER.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 14th July 2023</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Le Vin Press</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 364 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Woman Forges a Treacherous Path to Save Hundreds from the Guillotine.</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">If Geneviève Fouquier-Tinville had the same rights as a man, she wouldn’t have to dress like one, which she does to attend University—forbidden to women. By swearing her commitment to the revolution, she succeeds in convincing her father, the Public Prosecutor who condemns thousands to the guillotine, to hire her as a court clerk. But she intends to earn passage to join her lover, Henri, in America.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tasked with copying lists of names scheduled for execution, she reads Louis LaGarde, a fallen noble whom she despises for having exposed her as a woman when they both attended University. Believing him innocent, she replaces his name with one already dead, saving his life. But she realizes that unless she forges a treacherous path, hundreds more will perish at her father’s hands.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">When a Revolutionary hunts her down, she must accept LaGarde’s help, yet she denies her attraction to him out of loyalty to Henri. She fights for her life and the lives of those she’s come to love, but she must face the truth of her own heart.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her Own Revolution</span></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/u/m0aJVl" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Excerpt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTRaN2zecqb4XSq_idmfO5RgrEr8HZpq4RyhB8QWiJSY9OmTq61rw-vdK6eA_TMUZhDnXE0378glnMLpQe0uqd1F5FK0V1M4IajBY4iKB13XX9RBL2YRDulW9Q8og88bPYj92W9rMYlquWhNUEq_MIIGUKDhdRXGcW1ishx6jxhujcLZ9SIWK3Vo-rCk/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her Own Legacy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /><b> Paris, June 1789</b></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Henri discovers Pierre is Geneviève</span></i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The floor shook with stampeding, cussing students heading for the door. I waited for Pierre and grinned. He tried to cover his smile but lost the battle. We clapped each other on the back and headed outdoors. Sunlight brightened the gray stone walls, but the wind was chilly. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Someday I’d thank LaGarde for the title of my next article. I needed to get some quotes from the common man, first. “Palais-Royal?” I asked Pierre. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He nodded.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Fouquier!” LaGarde leaned against a column. Two noble students flanked him.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Careful,” I whispered. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pierre marched straight at him. “Yes?”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“The law states you must address me by my title.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Class dunce?” Pierre tilted his head.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">My hands jittered. Pierre was half the brute’s size.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">LaGarde withdrew his rapier from its jeweled scabbard and slowly brought the blade above his head. I reached under my waistcoat for my pistol. LaGarde brought the rapier forward, resting its tip at Pierre’s jabot. Pierre did not blink. I withdrew my pistol.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">With one deliberate swipe, LaGarde sliced through Pierre’s waistcoat and tunic, which fell away, revealing two breasts bulging over the edges of a lace corset.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">My mouth dropped open. A thin line of blood wandered like a silk thread, trickling down Pierre’s chest, detouring over a pale swell of flesh. My breeches grew tight. The wound did not seem deep. But—.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">With one hand, Pierre calmly clutched the edges of the waistcoat. His—her face was calm. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">LaGarde and his companions stood, jaws dropped, eyes bulging. He—she had fooled us all. What a charade. What nerve.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“You are a…” LaGarde blustered. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Woman?” Pierre smiled. “Have you not seen one before?”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Women have no right to enter Université.” LaGarde’s rapier vibrated. “Salope!”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Like I was in a tunnel, darkness fell around everything but the glinting rapier. He’d called her a whore. “If this woman passed the exams to enter, she deserves the right to attend—the same as any man.” My thumb pulsed on the pistol’s hammer as I brought it up.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“This is a fight for swords, not guns. Where’s yours?” LaGarde spat.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Even peasants know only nobles may wear them.” Pierre spat at LaGarde’s feet. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">LaGarde’s face reddened. “Why don’t you go back to the squalor of Saint-Antoine, Detré?”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pierre—whatever her real name was—stood straight and tall. “As you’ve proven, LaGarde, being a noble does not mean one is a gentleman.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“You going to allow a salope to fight your battles, Detré?” The brute moved to the en garde position.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Regardless of whether or not I’m entitled to carry a sword, I’ve no need of such encumbrances.” I aimed the pistol at his face. “I’m an expert shot. You’ll be dead before your body hits the ground.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He pointed his rapier at me. “I shall deliver your lettre de cachet myself.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“And I shall kill you before your next breath. Sheathe your sword.” </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“LaGarde, do you know my father’s name? It may assist you at the Châtelet.” Pierre gave him a coy smile. “My father is prosecutor there.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I broke into a sweat. The torture chambers deep in the bowels of that prison were something I never wanted to see. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pierre crossed his arms over his…her…breasts. “He has been influential, not only in the courts, but also with tortures and executions.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">LaGarde’s rapier quivered. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pierre walked to within a foot of him. “Does the name Antoine Quentin Fouquier de Tinville sound familiar?”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Relief at not being in LaGarde’s shoes washed over me like warm water. The two noble students standing behind LaGarde ran.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">LaGarde’s jaw slackened. “If your father knows you attend Université, why do you dress as a man?”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“To protect myself from idiots like you.” She could have the dolt arrested, put in a dungeon, tortured, and left to rot, if he survived the torture. “I don’t think my father will like the new cut of my waistcoat.”</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Excuse me, Mademoiselle, I did not know.” LaGarde gawped like a landed fish.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Unless you’d like to receive a lettre de cachet yourself, I suggest you take Monsieur Detré’s advice and sheathe your weapon.” </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He did so and stood at attention, as if the prosecutor stood before him.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Monsieur Detré, would you kindly walk me to my father’s office?”</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Debra Borchert</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHw7UCj5JiKehIuPliZUGhFC8jYyUIFJISA09G-YjP7PYkwqFVmY2ETlaJwiGDLSjYW2DhLhc3AAQDRWTo685feyy8vkFhyP3CjK8UQyi44TXV5A0oBSOSmSkMslbgVg0yCQrq65lFTf8YjrUG9jDDOa8PRUgnUU_nV7JOg1T0FQ7c76FTQju_6fMCrps/s3872/Debra%20Borchert%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="3872" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHw7UCj5JiKehIuPliZUGhFC8jYyUIFJISA09G-YjP7PYkwqFVmY2ETlaJwiGDLSjYW2DhLhc3AAQDRWTo685feyy8vkFhyP3CjK8UQyi44TXV5A0oBSOSmSkMslbgVg0yCQrq65lFTf8YjrUG9jDDOa8PRUgnUU_nV7JOg1T0FQ7c76FTQju_6fMCrps/w400-h268/Debra%20Borchert%201.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Debra’s the author of the Château de Verzat series that follows headstrong and independent women and the four-hundred loyal families who protect a Loire Valley château and vineyard, and its legacy of producing the finest wines in France during the French Revolution. Her Own Legacy published 2022, Her Own Revolution published 2023, and Her Own War will be published in 2024. A passionate cook, she also wrote a companion cookbook to the series: Soups of Château de Verzat, A Culinary Tribute to the French Revolution, 2023. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A graduate of the Fashion Institute of Technology, she weaves her knowledge of textiles and clothing design throughout her historical fiction. 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The body of a boy is pulled from the depths of the River Thames, suspected to be the beloved missing child of the widely admired Liberal MP Ralph Gethin.<p><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllsPajVWjxiEXdeuW1hISfcwCu8W7lPxigJxMfeO6gRWggfA2ofj4HjaEcWxnAq4TgecOqiZ1dCDZfrM5gZ0fdL_0ebV9pg3MW0L0pH6ulRIlGllUDmFZ_xzViMP2scO4QGVJFZX9oarjYHvrBwG4KDguESFGuNB3-HO0o4GclWQ4M08nGdv5wEw2vzM/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllsPajVWjxiEXdeuW1hISfcwCu8W7lPxigJxMfeO6gRWggfA2ofj4HjaEcWxnAq4TgecOqiZ1dCDZfrM5gZ0fdL_0ebV9pg3MW0L0pH6ulRIlGllUDmFZ_xzViMP2scO4QGVJFZX9oarjYHvrBwG4KDguESFGuNB3-HO0o4GclWQ4M08nGdv5wEw2vzM/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Beholders</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By Hester Musson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6uNLNMjFZ_WSd-3m60UuuU0Dzs5oZ0HPfgvNIbyxuoGMIKnJiN7EEWIvrSwEqL_eVwPNbLtzXOdRwrd4q2zROny49zSHldtpgAjq1gcfnOR3gmZF28GR-QabT-YwTu6wYfKDPNtmbC5Ujj2Rwv_-85BcSbI6uKfhHKxPjvI8FohtW-CzCbCa8xGTdf0/s750/The%20Beholders.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="484" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6uNLNMjFZ_WSd-3m60UuuU0Dzs5oZ0HPfgvNIbyxuoGMIKnJiN7EEWIvrSwEqL_eVwPNbLtzXOdRwrd4q2zROny49zSHldtpgAjq1gcfnOR3gmZF28GR-QabT-YwTu6wYfKDPNtmbC5Ujj2Rwv_-85BcSbI6uKfhHKxPjvI8FohtW-CzCbCa8xGTdf0/w414-h640/The%20Beholders.png" width="414" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 18th January 2024</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fourth Estate </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 336 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">June, 1878. The body of a boy is pulled from the depths of the River Thames, suspected to be the beloved missing child of the widely admired Liberal MP Ralph Gethin.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Four months earlier. Harriet is a young maid newly employed at Finton Hall. Fleeing the drudgery of an unwanted engagement in the small village where she grew up, Harriet is entranced by the grand country hall; she is entranced too by her glamorous mistress Clara Gethin, whose unearthly singing voice floats through the house. But Clara, though captivating, is erratic. The master of the house is a much-lauded politician, but he is strangely absent. And some of their beautiful belongings seem to tell terrible stories.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Unable to ignore her growing unease, Harriet sets out to discover their secrets. When she uncovers a shocking truth, a chain of events is set in motion that could cost Harriet everything, even her freedom…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Beholders</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beholders-gothic-historical-debut-2024/dp/0008558612" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">Amazon</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Hester Musson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8OHbj3YZlEhcJBvb4MT1L0khY2G51NLdVKiEiCh20hEVEbTjnfVz0_79teZbnRj0yd_Re4EfEluXMuOs6LG-6t1SHyhnAHOlqI4zYV0kHtxXImRGIMgYv21D1q2g423S35SZrzR5YHEv2IzbgnyaD2OsOZQZ612x5BBlA9LwX3LO2OXHVc-0BB_j3Qw/s1000/032_HesterMusson_%C2%A9JessShurte_8594_HighRes.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8OHbj3YZlEhcJBvb4MT1L0khY2G51NLdVKiEiCh20hEVEbTjnfVz0_79teZbnRj0yd_Re4EfEluXMuOs6LG-6t1SHyhnAHOlqI4zYV0kHtxXImRGIMgYv21D1q2g423S35SZrzR5YHEv2IzbgnyaD2OsOZQZ612x5BBlA9LwX3LO2OXHVc-0BB_j3Qw/w400-h400/032_HesterMusson_%C2%A9JessShurte_8594_HighRes.jpeg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times;">Hester Musson studied at Bristol University and the RCS in Glasgow. She worked as an actress and autocue operator in London before writing full time and now lives in Scotland.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Hester’s debut novel The Beholders was pre-empted by Katie Bowden at 4th Estate in a six-figure deal. The Beholders tells the story of Harriet, a young maid newly employed at a grand country house in the 1870s, who finds herself in thrall to her entrancing yet erratic mistress and the much-lauded yet strangely absent master of the household. It was published in January 2024.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times;">Connect with Hester:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/hestermusson?lang=en" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">X</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/hestermusson/?hl=en" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">Instagram</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div><br /></div></div></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-68301781556377697652024-03-09T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-09T07:00:00.254+00:00A court in turmoil. A murdered Alchemist. An unforgiving enemy.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSNflKUTwnwLBrqd4CeQk6Z0XoiQSNQ8gaKhYKauPwE7QqqEmjqtYI8TZE5WNk54BXQuWngknfovrEQ238gQVmc-VDUhJOVAorDgqA5Sm5n73eW7pVwrIV06wqq8UE5DWOXKqL1FXCU8F-0quySswSiCOloLBErdTgoVQIqJq5IqCf0AzvglB0xOeOy38/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSNflKUTwnwLBrqd4CeQk6Z0XoiQSNQ8gaKhYKauPwE7QqqEmjqtYI8TZE5WNk54BXQuWngknfovrEQ238gQVmc-VDUhJOVAorDgqA5Sm5n73eW7pVwrIV06wqq8UE5DWOXKqL1FXCU8F-0quySswSiCOloLBErdTgoVQIqJq5IqCf0AzvglB0xOeOy38/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;">Alchemy</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;">By </span><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;">S. J. Parris</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8Lw49ZR22QhD-5qcT-s31u5N4fJo93thTYz-CWCcA9wFKavmYZzzvalWniJGcl9GqmjRtNYP5DuFUVXNbyhWDL6ZY1aQsXkyAJyWS31G4jppGUEJlU1pe820BBbe1ghySRRzAgf6tYK5nfMNG4f1mHiib3qeTxR-ODmTw5xq9aAdyXMh9HJM5XsNj7w/s750/Alchemy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="488" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8Lw49ZR22QhD-5qcT-s31u5N4fJo93thTYz-CWCcA9wFKavmYZzzvalWniJGcl9GqmjRtNYP5DuFUVXNbyhWDL6ZY1aQsXkyAJyWS31G4jppGUEJlU1pe820BBbe1ghySRRzAgf6tYK5nfMNG4f1mHiib3qeTxR-ODmTw5xq9aAdyXMh9HJM5XsNj7w/w416-h640/Alchemy.png" width="416" /></span></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 6th July 2023<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">HarperCollins<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 473 Pages<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Thriller</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A COURT IN TURMOIL</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">The court of the Holy Roman Emperor, Rudolf II, is a haven for scientists, astrologers and alchemists. The dream – to discover the philosopher’s stone and attain immortality. But now there are rumours of heresy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>A MURDERED ALCHEMIST</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Giordano Bruno is sent to Prague as a spy for Elizabeth I. He arrives to find the palace in uproar – an alchemist has been murdered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>AN UNFORGIVING ENEMY</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ordered by the emperor to uncover the killer, Bruno must negotiate the jostling factions at court, as well as the religious tensions brewing in the city. And his hunt to track down a murderer soon proves as elusive as the elixir of life itself…</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Interview</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>The series of books you are currently working on are set in England in the 1580s. What is it about this period that appeals to you?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The 1580s, halfway through Elizabeth I’s reign, are a fascinating moment in English and European history. England is very new as a Protestant nation and the great Catholic powers in Europe, France and Spain, don’t really expect it to last; there are constant threats of invasion.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">It’s a period rich in intrigue, which saw the beginnings of modern espionage; Catholic spies and secret priests are all over the country and there are countless assassination plots against the Queen. There’s plenty of scope in such an atmosphere of paranoia and treason for novels that draw on murder and spy plots.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">My main character, Giordano Bruno, is himself a strange hybrid: he’s an ex-monk, excommunicated by the Catholic Church for heresy, working as a spy in England, so this gives him an unusual perspective on both sides.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>Have you always been fascinated by the Tudor period?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Since I can remember! When I was about 6 or 7, my mother had an illustrated History of Britain that had a picture of Mary, Queen of Scots being beheaded, and I was obsessed with looking at that picture and the story behind it. I was probably quite a gruesome child. I remember visiting Hampton Court as a child and being gripped by the story of Henry VIII and exploring all the old courtyards – the Georgian bits didn’t fire my imagination in anything like the same way (sorry Georgians). At university I specialised in medieval and Renaissance literature and got to know the writers of the Tudor period, which was how I discovered Bruno’s story. For a while I was tempted to go into academia in that area, so I think I always had a desire to write about that era in some form. But I’m glad I found a way back to it through fiction – it’s a lot more fun having the freedom to imagine myself into that world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>How much research do you have to do for each book?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I spent a lot of time before I began the series reading about Bruno’s life and writing and the background of European history that informed what happened to him. He’s not very well known in England (though much more famous in Europe) but as a result there weren’t many biographies of him in English and not many of his books in translation. In a way that’s a gift to a novelist, since there are plenty of gaps to fill in with the imagination. Fortunately, the Tudor period is very well documented, and there are some excellent biographies available for the real-life characters Bruno would have met – Philip Sidney, Francis Walsingham, John Dee, Elizabeth I, Catherine de Medici and others, so a lot of the historical detail comes from those.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I begin each book with the idea of where Bruno was at that time, who he might conceivably have met, and then work out how a murder investigation might fit into that. Then I research the place as much as I can, spending time there and trying to find old maps, which I’m obsessed with. This is much easier in places such as Oxford and Canterbury, where so much of the city still looks as it would have in Bruno’s time; less so with London and Paris, where it really takes some work to picture how the vanished 16th century streets might have appeared.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>You're both a novelist and a journalist. How does your journalistic work inform or impact your fiction?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I’ve been a journalist for 15 years and in that time I’ve been privileged to interview a great many creative artists in all disciplines. More than anything, I think that has given me an appreciation for the sheer hard graft that goes into the creative process. When I feel I’m flagging with my own novels, I think of all the authors, playwrights, actors, directors and musicians I’ve talked to over the years and how every one of them that has enjoyed some success had to put in hours, sometimes years, of often lonely hard work – I do find that inspiring on the off days!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Being a journalist also taught me how to research thoroughly, which is very useful with historical fiction, though the great joy of writing novels is that you are free to stray away from the facts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I think that writing fiction of my own has made me a more generous book reviewer, because I know what it’s like to be on the other side.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8q48zrMGBswDR1qZ38aO_r_UjZgJVRE0e9Mh1t9MqTJwq6WffaQ9DKXIRZAwQumI4muUFY3TTLCOAqQWUKavEv3m3gAJELsHLp7HEeEeK1rLyeBhfCsydPtQ52chC5x8IQOhVST0yd0t5YJQp69uSUfv7fmmFMPZP76MD4EzR7VrrP74RDvTjldxVgOQ/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Alchemy</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Alchemy-gripping-historical-thriller-bestselling-ebook/dp/B0BGMRGWKW" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">HERE!</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="color: #2d2d2d;">S. J. Parris</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipITNRFWsUHxsxSeR8ewysZaz1S5OIiYnLucCN3WeuKXg409e0BbyLK1SU976etkmQ3XhnXIdqQhzNEBQlAzX2CJqyjhNmYVLsrm-2BDQ6Cnd6Pbb_BnLuvw0V_EtUyCm_FZmZ107oGlF5RkCMsuMazOno0YvRq0oSfqhLNY80UjZ1JdUkbpol5W88olw/s300/61gqmjpZwxL._SX300_CR0,0,300,300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipITNRFWsUHxsxSeR8ewysZaz1S5OIiYnLucCN3WeuKXg409e0BbyLK1SU976etkmQ3XhnXIdqQhzNEBQlAzX2CJqyjhNmYVLsrm-2BDQ6Cnd6Pbb_BnLuvw0V_EtUyCm_FZmZ107oGlF5RkCMsuMazOno0YvRq0oSfqhLNY80UjZ1JdUkbpol5W88olw/s1600/61gqmjpZwxL._SX300_CR0,0,300,300_.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Stephanie started reviewing books professionally while reading English at Queens’ College, Cambridge. After graduating, she became Deputy Literary Editor of The Observer in 1998, where she also wrote features across most sections of the paper (even Sport and Motoring, about which she knows almost nothing). In 2005 she left the desk job to become a full-time writer, and has written for The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Guardian, the New Statesman, Red, Grazia, Marie Claire, New Humanist and the TLS, as well as continuing to contribute regularly to The Observer.</span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her first novel, Gaveston (Faber), was published in 2002 and went on to win a Betty Trask Award. She followed it with Real (Faber) in 2005, which she adapted for film for Gabriel Byrne’s production company, and her first non-fiction, The Devil Within (Vermilion), a memoir of depression and recovery that was shortlisted for the 2008 Mind Book Award.</span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In 2008 she decided to combine two of her literary passions, history and crime, and started writing Heresy (HarperCollins), the first in her series of historical thrillers under the pen-name S.J.Parris, featuring the 16th century heretic philosopher and spy Giordano Bruno. It was published in 2010 and was followed by Prophecy, Sacrilege, Treachery and Conspiracy, and a novella, The Secret Dead. The books have been Top 10 bestsellers in the UK and Canada; Heresy was a New York Times bestseller in the US, and the series has sold into 20 countries including Turkey, China and Brazil. Heresy, Sacrilege and Treachery were all shortlisted for the CWA’s Historical Dagger Award.</span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Stephanie is also a regular speaker and chair at literary events, including the Hay Festival, Edinburgh Book Festival, the National Theatre, Foyles, the British Library, Guardian Live and the Southbank Centre. From 2007-8 she curated and produced the Talks and Debates programme at Soho Theatre. She has been a judge for the Perrier Comedy Award, the Orange New Writing Prize and the Costa Book Awards. She is a frequent contributor to Radio 4’s Front Row and Saturday Review and occasionally pops up on TV, usually talking about books. When she’s not reading or writing, or talking about reading and writing, she likes going for long walks, and once walked 192 miles right across England, which she shows off about at every opportunity. She lives in Surrey with her son.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;">Connect with </span><span style="color: #2d2d2d;">S. J. Parris:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;"><a href="https://www.sjparris.com/index.php" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Website</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;"><a href="https://twitter.com/thestephmerritt" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Twitter</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sjparrisbooks" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Facebook</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-90549919329826419652024-03-08T07:00:00.005+00:002024-03-08T10:04:56.059+00:00An unsolved historical mystery. 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Only one man can track down the killers that link them both.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKbU5356Auh0J2PMbX7-MI0EMKpU5EByvY9P6MhjD7-P1Me4Amd7ut5q1QBYLsccLddsFOwctUHGGWe7ySn5EwHRDdriGt39dzD52ZDZRSVD-gDIBUDuFpr3RA_xv5Yl0KsrgPc-2-lYVz3TTsM6NSyQNe8T8pNCZ4Bi3coK03arnCrradMiklfPbbpI/s1080/Yarde%20promotion.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKbU5356Auh0J2PMbX7-MI0EMKpU5EByvY9P6MhjD7-P1Me4Amd7ut5q1QBYLsccLddsFOwctUHGGWe7ySn5EwHRDdriGt39dzD52ZDZRSVD-gDIBUDuFpr3RA_xv5Yl0KsrgPc-2-lYVz3TTsM6NSyQNe8T8pNCZ4Bi3coK03arnCrradMiklfPbbpI/w640-h640/Yarde%20promotion.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><h1 class="a-spacing-none a-text-normal" id="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 400; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"><span class="a-size-extra-large celwidget" data-cel-widget="productTitle" data-csa-c-id="dhyddw-p023eh-fepxdz-xtaomi" id="productTitle" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 36px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Tudor Deception</span></span></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="a-size-extra-large celwidget" data-cel-widget="productTitle" data-csa-c-id="dhyddw-p023eh-fepxdz-xtaomi" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 36px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;">By </span><span>Scott Mariani</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmN5EA4EGbtKYPIBw2RimFkA7gPlU0rlNoS_8WmSkxEVP82oWsZNBgNF7yASm3UdhnPfEd67T8Muwu6bDlY1lB3YdPRu11apfXYP4z-CzeUOvPkLeQKkfQFhdGK07dPqL6CzFNY2EbeksC_Me3MIDFlb2RcMja3Jvk450jsycLWosa4fapg_CjHxY5Cdg/s754/The%20Tudor%20Deception.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="488" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmN5EA4EGbtKYPIBw2RimFkA7gPlU0rlNoS_8WmSkxEVP82oWsZNBgNF7yASm3UdhnPfEd67T8Muwu6bDlY1lB3YdPRu11apfXYP4z-CzeUOvPkLeQKkfQFhdGK07dPqL6CzFNY2EbeksC_Me3MIDFlb2RcMja3Jvk450jsycLWosa4fapg_CjHxY5Cdg/w414-h640/The%20Tudor%20Deception.png" width="414" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 9th November 2023<br />Publisher: <span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">HarperNorth<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Page Length: 415 Pages<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Genre: Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">An unsolved historical mystery. A brutal bomb attack.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: times;">Only one man can track down the killers that link them both.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">It’s 2005: Ben Hope, recently retired from the military, is living in Ireland and using his SAS skills to find and rescue missing children.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">But when asked to take on the case of two boys who disappeared centuries ago, he walks away, little realising he’s lit a fuse that will not only destroy the life of someone he cares about, but also lead him on a journey that proves old secrets come with a very modern price.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Ben must follow the trail across Europe, unravelling the mystery and dodging bullets as only he can. As the death toll ramps up, what is the connection between a murdered history professor, an English lord and a pretender to the Tudor throne – and can Ben find out the truth before the killers make him their next victim?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Tudor Deception</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Tudor-Deception-unmissable-Sunday-bestseller-ebook/dp/B0C68GMPBV" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">HERE!</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: times;">Scott Mariani</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_scsk1wJvJ5HwANhlayDA2qxx31eJB_9XIiooSdv6fV_ExvgYiORaLlDwx8kfPcBO2ZbGilouCTk4_Gbm0JIeyIz-f0FLyncHiodynn5hWPek8W4wWkOSUttWWrlbiiRmGeHXzllZmE1bzGjgym_Tyb3OBt4-XB8Lfwm8h06skIsa1IihhG0rFqf6Ig/s300/Scott-Mariani-272x300.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="272" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_scsk1wJvJ5HwANhlayDA2qxx31eJB_9XIiooSdv6fV_ExvgYiORaLlDwx8kfPcBO2ZbGilouCTk4_Gbm0JIeyIz-f0FLyncHiodynn5hWPek8W4wWkOSUttWWrlbiiRmGeHXzllZmE1bzGjgym_Tyb3OBt4-XB8Lfwm8h06skIsa1IihhG0rFqf6Ig/s1600/Scott-Mariani-272x300.jpeg" width="272" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times;">Scott Mariani is the author of the bestselling thriller series featuring ex-SAS hero Ben Hope. Scott’s novels have topped the charts in his native Britain and are translated into 25 languages.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Scott’s novels combine thriller action with historical mystery, forming the backdrop to the modern-day adventures of hard-driving soldier Ben Hope as he travels all over the globe in an unending quest to protect the innocent and bring bad guys to justice – as only he can.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Scott was born in Scotland, later studied at Oxford and ended up living there. Deciding after university that a career in academia didn’t suit him, he pursued his ambition to write for a living. During what turned out to be a long process of reaching that goal, he worked in various jobs from teaching English and music, running a burger bar, and playing in bands. Eventually leaving Oxfordshire and moving to the tranquil and beautiful setting of rural west Wales, the idea for the Ben Hope character came to him while hiking in the countryside with his dogs. The first Ben Hope book, The Alchemist’s Secret, went on to spend six straight weeks at #1 in the charts and sell publishing rights across the world. Every book since has been a bestseller, and there is no end in sight for the Ben Hope series.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">When he isn’t hard at work on his next book, Scott can be found (and sometimes heard) pursuing his other interests which include shooting, archery and astronomy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Connect with Scott:</span></div><div><a href="https://scottmariani.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">Website</span></a></div><div><br /></div></div></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-81770606692972841392024-03-07T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-07T07:00:00.160+00:00Two women. 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<span>(The Miramonde Series Book 1)</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 20th September 2016<br /></span></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Artelan Press<br /></span></span><span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 524 Pages<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction / Historical Thriller</span></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A captivating historical novel of Renaissance Europe.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Two women. Separated by centuries. Linked by a 500-year-old mystery...</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;">1500:</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"> Born during a time wracked by war and plague, Renaissance-era artist Mira de Oto grows up in a Pyrenees convent believing she is an orphan. When tragedy strikes, Mira learns the devastating truth about her own origins. But does she have the strength to face those who would destroy her?</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;">2015</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">: Centuries later, art scholar Zari Durrell unearths traces of a mysterious young woman named Mira in two 16th-century portraits. Obsessed, Zari tracks Mira through the great cities of Europe to the pilgrim's route of Camino de Santiago—and is stunned by what she finds. Will her discovery be enough to bring Mira's story to life?</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;">A powerful story and an intriguing mystery, </span><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-style: italic !important; font-weight: 700 !important;">The Girl from Oto</span><span class="a-text-bold" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700 !important;"> is an unforgettable novel of obsession, passion, and human resilience. Perfect for fans of Kristin Hannah and Anthony Doerr.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-style: italic !important; font-weight: 700 !important;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">"Fast-paced, flawless storytelling." —Rose City Reader Reviews</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-style: italic !important; font-weight: 700 !important;">The Girl from Oto</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"> is Book 1 of the Miramonde Series, a trilogy of historical mysteries about a Renaissance-era female artist and the modern day scholar on her trail. Read it today and embark on a thrilling adventure into the past.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: -4px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></p></div><div class="MsoNormal">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-7664503028715352612024-03-06T07:00:00.011+00:002024-03-06T08:38:05.832+00:00In 1877, twenty Irish coal miners hanged for a terrorist conspiracy that never occurred. Anywhere But Schuylkill is the story of one who escaped...<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1heVLpem8z6NL3HgNORKktQ86fo9OxVKeKDA6yUV-WRCGjlpdfg15G7tRBAkPAUFf24XGKMaT2-F_0_BAPh2vNHvigVrnlMt_qoJ3-lJBme4hg4VFkG2VJybTwAcSVmz22FES71924qlcPdh6zPiBbK4npU_0P6VRxscfUBj15HU_6NtLJ6fOTmCjaBU/s640/Anywhere%20but%20Schuylkill%20Tour%20Banner%201.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1heVLpem8z6NL3HgNORKktQ86fo9OxVKeKDA6yUV-WRCGjlpdfg15G7tRBAkPAUFf24XGKMaT2-F_0_BAPh2vNHvigVrnlMt_qoJ3-lJBme4hg4VFkG2VJybTwAcSVmz22FES71924qlcPdh6zPiBbK4npU_0P6VRxscfUBj15HU_6NtLJ6fOTmCjaBU/w640-h360/Anywhere%20but%20Schuylkill%20Tour%20Banner%201.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span>Anywhere But Schuylkill<br /></span><span>By Michael Dunn</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUuJ8y8y5jnNPqeqljhoxoPjbmwfpvaq_w8Y6vB47RANWOdze2P9QvqeeL7WFWYF6VH_kq8NiK8GfniQ4jSGdrAsRQ9xtXOxfj0icy-sCxnQJ5UntPHjlTDW_KgVnfuY_vGg7uYHIRU1ijlJD0CVzqiOULx7XpRLKmAQzqhu_P6Uk7clt1m4ci9IaV8B9/s2025/Anywhere%20but%20Schuylkill%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2025" data-original-width="1350" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUuJ8y8y5jnNPqeqljhoxoPjbmwfpvaq_w8Y6vB47RANWOdze2P9QvqeeL7WFWYF6VH_kq8NiK8GfniQ4jSGdrAsRQ9xtXOxfj0icy-sCxnQJ5UntPHjlTDW_KgVnfuY_vGg7uYHIRU1ijlJD0CVzqiOULx7XpRLKmAQzqhu_P6Uk7clt1m4ci9IaV8B9/w426-h640/Anywhere%20but%20Schuylkill%20cover.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 25th September 2023</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Historium Press</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 301 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In 1877, twenty Irish coal miners hanged for a terrorist conspiracy that never occurred. Anywhere But Schuylkill is the story of one who escaped, Mike Doyle, a teenager trying to keep his family alive during the worst depression the nation has ever faced. Banks and railroads are going under. Children are dying of hunger. The Reading Railroad has slashed wages and hired Pinkerton spies to infiltrate the miners’ union. And there is a sectarian war between rival gangs. But none of this compares with the threat at home.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttnY5gp5SBNd595YcM90SK6m9kCQ_NwArFy71MoM8VgpFK7Ly_Fkq8tBP9y8erUvoKRbwaVCtciTFCqxzj2FraPGuOfc-D8MLuAiI2I9f4XwGnk-1ExGb0WhMEfD3dLw19izlrNsXpqFJt7_fNZHRvgHfbZ7nWlNjrI1-M-gVYHD2-zLbykGC2O-_Owk/s1600/mock-00147%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttnY5gp5SBNd595YcM90SK6m9kCQ_NwArFy71MoM8VgpFK7Ly_Fkq8tBP9y8erUvoKRbwaVCtciTFCqxzj2FraPGuOfc-D8MLuAiI2I9f4XwGnk-1ExGb0WhMEfD3dLw19izlrNsXpqFJt7_fNZHRvgHfbZ7nWlNjrI1-M-gVYHD2-zLbykGC2O-_Owk/w640-h480/mock-00147%20(1).png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Excerpt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Couch’s Saloon was like a circus inside—loud, raucous, and full of laughter. The air was steamy and smelled of beer and tobacco. The ground was covered with peanut shells. Men sat on stools at the long bar and at tables scattered throughout the tavern with mugs of beer, which they clanked and slammed back down so enthusiastically it sounded as though they’d break. They played cards, arm-wrestled, and argued boisterously about the WBA and the Democratic Party. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tom was bobbing side to side. “This place is amazing!” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Warmth radiated through Mike’s body, like he was already part of the crowd. It was the most exciting place he’d ever been. The exact opposite of work or home. He wanted to come back again tomorrow. And the next day. Who was stopping him? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Someone tapped his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Just me,” said Coyne, sitting back down. There were several mugs lined up on his table, as if he was expecting them. “Have a drink, lads. First one’s on me.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">They grabbed mugs and clanked them together. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“This’ll cure what ails ye.” Tom took a long swill and wiped his face on his sleeve, grinning like he’d just beaten the devil. “A few more victories like today and we’ll win this strike in no time!” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Sucking in his cheeks, Coyne shook his head. “We won a battle, Tommy. Not the war. Plank Ridge was easy. Larger coll’ries’ll be tougher. Best not count our chickens before they hatch.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Out of the corner of his eye, Mike saw John Gibbons swaggering toward them with a full mug, sloshing beer with each burly step. He had the square face and ugly grin of a bulldog that’s just shaken a cat to death.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Are the muleboys counting chickens or being chickens?” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Shut up!” Tom said.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Watcha gonna do about it?” Gibbons held his mug in front of him like he was going to bash Tom in the face, but then he started swinging it side to side, spilling even more, singing:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Oh, My sweetheart’s the mule in the mines,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">I drive her without reins or lines,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">On the bumper I sit,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tobacco I spit</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">All over my sweetheart’s behind.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mike’s body tensed. Maybe now was the time to really earn this bastard’s respect. He leaned forward in his chair, ready to punch him in the groin, but slumped back when he spotted another Kohinoor Boy walking toward them, the meanest-looking feller he’d ever seen, with squinty little eyes that he could barely keep open beneath the weight of his extraordinarily long and perfectly rectangular brows. There was scruff on his chin and a thin mustache above his lips, which he kept tightly sealed. He removed his coat and scarf and handed them to Tom, who neatly folded them over a seatback and handed him a beer. As he brought the mug to his lips, Mike could see the muscles bulging beneath his shirtsleeves. His fists were like anvils.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Ye oughta be ashamed of yourself,” the new feller said to Gibbons, who sank lower in his chair. “These boys are goddamned heroes. Right, Coyne?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Absolutely! They’re the ones that hit the driver and sent them scabs runnin’ home. If it weren’t for them, we’d still be there now.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Gibbons blew out a noisy breath.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Ye Doyle?” The bruiser smacked his mug against Mike’s.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Eddie Lawler?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“That’s me.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tom frowned, then took a long chug of beer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“How’d ye know about them?” Gibbons asked, his voice rising. “Ye weren’t even there.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“I know a lotta things, ye big jamoke. How’d ye not know? You were there.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Enough!” Coyne said. “Both of yiz. Fact is, these two’re my artillery command. Doyle has an arm like a cannon, only more accurate. They’re exactly the kind of fellers the WBA needs.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mike peered at his beer, still more than half full. He brought it to his lips and chugged it down, grit and all, then belched so loudly heads turned at the neighboring table.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“I was just messin’ around.” Gibbons got up. “Anyhow, everyone’s lookin’ dry. Whadye say I buy the next round?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Eddie leaned closer to Coyne. “Hear ’bout Colonel Cake? Kicked off the Anthracite Board?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Coyne’s eyes widened. “No, but makes sense. All his men’re back on the job at their old wages. Where’d ye hear this, anyway?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Eddie grinned. “My uncle’s on the bargaining committee, remember?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Well, boyos,” Coyne said, standing up. He fiddled in his pocket for change. “We may not’ve won the war, but this is certainly grand news. Let’s have a whiskey, too!”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mike turned toward Tom, mouthing the word “Seriously?” His body was already warm and tingly from the first drink. What would two more do to him?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tom just nodded and grinned.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By the end of the third drink, Mike’s head was swimming. Everyone at the table looked handsome and friendly, even Eddie Lawler, who was no longer squinting and whose lips had relaxed into a wiggly smile. Everything seemed funny, too. Gibbons kept patting him on the back, saying what good buddies they were. So, when Eddie got up to buy the next round, promising beer and whiskey, Mike wasn’t the slightest bit worried. He already knew what the fourth and fifth drinks would do to him. They’d make him feel great! But as he finished his beer, a thought occurred to him. Was he expected to buy a round, too? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He looked to Tom, who winked and said, “I got the next one.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">When it was finally Mike’s turn, he took a step toward the bar, but the floor suddenly slipped out beneath him and he fell on his face. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“What’s wrong, muleboy?” Gibbons laughed. “Never been soaked before?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“That’s enough!” Coyne helped Mike to his feet. “Time you lads headed home. Slept it off.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mike’s cheeks burned. He pushed Coyne’s arm away. “I’m fine!” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">He walked toward the exit, taking wide steps, determined to prove he wasn’t drunk.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Let’s get outa here!” he called to Tom from the doorway. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The air outside was cold and burned Mike’s nose. The midday sun was so bright he had to squint, which only intensified the ache. He leaned against the tavern wall and sighed. “One minute you’re on top of the world, buying rounds for the fellers, whooping it up with your buddies. The next you’re a weakling who can’t hold his liquor.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Forget it,” Tom said. “That was still the most fun we’ve ever had, right?”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Sure, but where’re we gonna sleep it off? We can’t go home.” </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Ye worry too much.” Tom tried to squeeze out one of his mischievous smiles, but it ended up looking like a suppressed belch. “We only had five or six drinks. No one’s gonna know. Just act normal. No staggering or hiccupping.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mike figured it was at least seven, but each time he added them up he got a different sum.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“And don’t get too close to mum or da. They’ll smell it on your breath.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Right.” Mike drummed his fingers on his thigh. “No one’ll ever know.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“No one,” Tom repeated, giggling. He clapped Mike on the back, staggered a bit, then started down Coal Street. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Anywhere But Schuylkill</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> <a href="https://books2read.com/u/496Ag0" target="_blank">HERE!</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Michael Dunn</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K6RvTiODM15NUovNIEtzsZaB_bttn7rxTEyBmWrn-ZAdeprbpXPUqbPz7prYtLFTWqEijhuDleDWhZO03WDJkEKdofb9GmA3OQwLhd1sf4_75xHAfxtvCPR248qtk_rZCl-a2JoxWwG8CceXDLHS_YJE_nSqzDy608AtMiF9kpfPguOadv_LNT8kMKMC/s635/Michael%20Dunn%20author.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="610" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2K6RvTiODM15NUovNIEtzsZaB_bttn7rxTEyBmWrn-ZAdeprbpXPUqbPz7prYtLFTWqEijhuDleDWhZO03WDJkEKdofb9GmA3OQwLhd1sf4_75xHAfxtvCPR248qtk_rZCl-a2JoxWwG8CceXDLHS_YJE_nSqzDy608AtMiF9kpfPguOadv_LNT8kMKMC/s320/Michael%20Dunn%20author.jpg" width="307" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Michael Dunn writes Working-Class Fiction from the Not So Gilded Age. Anywhere But Schuylkill is the first in his Great Upheaval trilogy. A lifelong union activist, he has always been drawn to stories of the past, particularly those of regular working people, struggling to make a better life for themselves and their families. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Stories most people do not know, or have forgotten, because history is written by the victors, the robber barons and plutocrats, not the workers and immigrants. Yet their stories are among the most compelling in America. They resonate today because they are the stories of our own ancestors, because their passions and desires, struggles and tragedies, were so similar to our own. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">When Michael Dunn is not writing historical fiction, he teaches high school, and writes about labor history and culture.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Author Links:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://michaeldunnauthor.com/" target="_blank">Website</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MikeDunnAuthor" target="_blank">Twitter</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Michael.Dunn.Fiction" target="_blank">Facebook</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/michaeldunnauthor/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Michael-Dunn/author/B0CJXGQYZ8 " target="_blank">Amazon Author Page</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/45063197.Michael_Dunn" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2023/12/blog-tour-anywhere-but-schuylkill-by-michael-dunn.html " style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovKNAYqPaG-ZzRCeD_2TLw_aNdiOvDrrNp8CrtB4IeVLVKOMH1V_-WEL0BGDlWnLn_w8S6loog3ixxWkDUnMV8Lqn_HP3kjaD2X5EZTh3m2HM4ZxF3UmumexeVfG3s2uwGn9Vr0APW0mKzeFfpMCQTLA3QUci4ZvHALuibLSq9ZpemejYsAYSm70iJP9x/w640-h360/Anywhere%20but%20Schuylkill%20Tour%20Schedule%20Banner.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/p/past-and-present-blog-tours.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Book your Blog Tour with The Coffee Pot Book Club today!</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">#MikeDoyle #AnywhereButSchuylkill #MollyMaguires #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"><br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-11030292072573356232024-03-04T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-04T07:00:00.260+00:00London 1578 - A cauldron of conspiracy, intrigue and torture.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQkVGasOTafTKHp6h4waoJrKhs8C9j9G803oSN_jTBwF1dAElvzDA0CQJ0QeOHjwLDLL6ouAFDyIROV396anG3Ays4MuyhUPG9Y4dnjRv0UBQdlBweTEUUsR12Us_fQ20SXCUKZwOG0KO_b03eqC8IrWBsc_mqQYhQK196pMah_kKuAhhJVl0kIMXYFI/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQkVGasOTafTKHp6h4waoJrKhs8C9j9G803oSN_jTBwF1dAElvzDA0CQJ0QeOHjwLDLL6ouAFDyIROV396anG3Ays4MuyhUPG9Y4dnjRv0UBQdlBweTEUUsR12Us_fQ20SXCUKZwOG0KO_b03eqC8IrWBsc_mqQYhQK196pMah_kKuAhhJVl0kIMXYFI/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">State
of Treason</span></span></div>
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1578<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A
cauldron of conspiracy, intrigue and torture.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The might of Spain
and the growing influence of the Catholic League in France all threaten the
stability of Queen Elizabeth and her state.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">William Constable,
a physician and astrologer, is summoned to the presence of the Queen’s
spymaster, Sir Francis Walsingham. He is charged to assist a renowned Puritan,
John Foxe, in uncovering the secrets of a mysterious cabinet containing an
astrological chart and coded message. Together, these claim Elizabeth has a
hidden, illegitimate child (an “unknowing maid”) who will be declared to the
masses and serve as the focus for an invasion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Constable must
uncover the identity of the plotters, unaware that he is also under suspicion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A connection to his
estranged mentor, Doctor Dee, comes under scrutiny.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pressured into
taking up a position as a court physician, Constable becomes a reluctant spy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Do the stars and
cipher speak true, or is there some other malign intent in the complex web of
scheming?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Constable becomes
an unwitting pawn, in a complex game of thrones and power.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i><span>State of Treason</span></i><span> is the first
in a series of Elizabethan thrillers featuring William Constable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">State
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span>Paul
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<span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div class="MsoNormal">Paul is married and lives in a village 30 miles north of London. Having worked in universities and run his own business, he is now a full-time writer of fiction and part-time director of an education trust. His writing in a garden shed is regularly disrupted by children and a growing number of grandchildren and dogs.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Paul writes historical fiction. He inherited his love of British history and historical fiction from his mother, who was an avid member of Richard III Society. The William Constable series of historical thrillers is based around real characters and events in the late sixteenth century. The first two books in the series - "State of Treason" and "A Necessary Killing" - were published in 2019. The third book, titled, "The Queen’s Devil", was published in the summer of 2020.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">He took a diversion to the early 20th century and wrote a thriller based at the peace conference in Paris at the end of the First World War. "A Turbulent Peace" was published in 2022. Now, it's back to the sixteenth century and more Elizabethan intrigue for William Constable and his confederates.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></span></span></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-30675610204191303372024-03-03T07:00:00.001+00:002024-03-03T07:00:00.142+00:00The fate of a profound and sacred object—Christ’s Crown of Thorns—rests in their hands. <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglL_69in_nLpRTo_ljQHG-U_XMMtkqj_Lm8QFLZz-_jUWpkdn61HK1UwOAm-IV9QubR5YnmGLLaUOdQ1YsczW-AAlt39wRbi6Lk6l7dMT5_-F4_3pI2_h5NvIwY1cLEIuZ_hJB6eXVV_5-wIFRYzgKjs0sLNIz5_KU3xNIyqrC2GK4qyK-vHCJCRnAyAk/s1080/Yarde%20promotion.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglL_69in_nLpRTo_ljQHG-U_XMMtkqj_Lm8QFLZz-_jUWpkdn61HK1UwOAm-IV9QubR5YnmGLLaUOdQ1YsczW-AAlt39wRbi6Lk6l7dMT5_-F4_3pI2_h5NvIwY1cLEIuZ_hJB6eXVV_5-wIFRYzgKjs0sLNIz5_KU3xNIyqrC2GK4qyK-vHCJCRnAyAk/w640-h640/Yarde%20promotion.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Quest for the Crown of Thorns <br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">(Book Two Of The </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Long-Hair Saga)<br /></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">By </span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cynthia Ripley Miller</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbUSkDrWLJllMrhgkFHeVNukZ541KgAOWbHXQaayWX3fJ3KuHzRgjzE2YzHScSLpB7yPwWkKXLwUIKfVZAjylzgPFH3lXUFeMBEA5PFaXLnHM08DcwV2D4TzjuKyRMj7qjX1rtFdWLn_5duQQEtYQQvnur_KzCAXZmxKpYgzXMobSe5njA6KPm3RnnWQ/s2560/QuestCrown-EBOOK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbUSkDrWLJllMrhgkFHeVNukZ541KgAOWbHXQaayWX3fJ3KuHzRgjzE2YzHScSLpB7yPwWkKXLwUIKfVZAjylzgPFH3lXUFeMBEA5PFaXLnHM08DcwV2D4TzjuKyRMj7qjX1rtFdWLn_5duQQEtYQQvnur_KzCAXZmxKpYgzXMobSe5njA6KPm3RnnWQ/w400-h640/QuestCrown-EBOOK.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span>Publication Date: 29th October 2018</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Booklocker.com</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 293 Pages</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction / Historical Thriller</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;">AD 454. Three years after the Roman victory over Attila the Hun at Catalaunum, Arria Felix and Garic the Frank are married and enjoying life on Garic’s farm in northern Gaul (France). Their happy life is interrupted when a cryptic message arrives from Arria’s father, the esteemed Senator Felix, calling them to Rome. At Arria’s insistence, but against Garic’s better judgment, they leave at once.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On their arrival at Villa Solis, they are confronted with a brutal murder and a dangerous mission. The fate of a profound and sacred object—Christ’s Crown of Thorns—rests in their hands. They must carry the holy relic to the safety of Constantinople, away from a corrupt emperor and old enemies determined to steal it for their own gain. But a greater force arises against them—a secret cult who will commit any atrocity to capture the Crown. All the while, the gruesome murder and the conspiracy behind it haunt Arria’s thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Arria and Garic’s marital bonds are tested but forged as they partner together to fulfill one of history’s most challenging missions, The Quest for the Crown of Thorns.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></div></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Praise</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i>"In this thriller, set in fifth-century Rome, rivals race to possess Christ's crown of thorns. Ripley Miller (On the Edge of Sunrise 2015) astutely brings to life a Rome teetering precariously on the brink of collapse ... The plot advances energetically, and the combination of political and romantic drama--spiritual as well--is rousing. The reader should be glad to have read this volume and eager for a third. Intelligent and artfully crafted historical fiction ...</i>" </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Kirkus Review</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i>"From cover to cover a gripping read - in all senses of the word! Grips your interest and imagination, your held breath and your pounding heart! A thumping good novel!"</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Helen Hollick USA Today bestselling author of the Sea Witch Voyages</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i>"The Quest for the Crown of Thorns is an elegant masterpiece of historical fiction. This book totally ensnared me in its clasps, and it did not release me until I had read it all. The attention to detail was exquisite. The characterisation was sublime, and the romance was breathtakingly beautiful. I adored the world that Miller has created, as well as the characters in it. This is a sit-down and finish book and is one I would Highly Recommend."</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mary Anne Yarde</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: times; font-size: xx-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><span>On the </span>The Quest for the Crown of Thorns </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/ml6OOP" target="_blank">HERE!</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/s1428/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="92" data-original-width="1428" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlDUd6qsz_DXkQ7UdraOSz1peZvnSWb6stsbGeffERqcdFKRm1PF7dvn6gcgIydlWI_orymHeqR0qhjoU4IoVBoAVyxlFidcJoVs94sIEFuLOEF6SZubqdI1l48PtlhXJvQz_vOBI33iPBklnw4D_cQI-ven2Sqy1RVgiQw2HilDCirZHkpuBLU2viac/w640-h42/Yarde%20book%20revews.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cynthia Ripley Miller</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyXQgWClFFNijeLgBkVVxhDdqXvkEl-ilqEG7zo1CBQcfjbG4A719wMY4WxDbvLtiG61tJMvz6Lgacv-bOcRUWs1pRbmxW02O1wzREy6oSEcKhoel9ypg7U8y2dE2oeiWj5awl4BDvFfrCKQdoiKbL-vzVaPpEDU-evccqT-d5h9nZdXBAwgzTpoOZD4/s335/cynthia-ripley-miller.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyXQgWClFFNijeLgBkVVxhDdqXvkEl-ilqEG7zo1CBQcfjbG4A719wMY4WxDbvLtiG61tJMvz6Lgacv-bOcRUWs1pRbmxW02O1wzREy6oSEcKhoel9ypg7U8y2dE2oeiWj5awl4BDvFfrCKQdoiKbL-vzVaPpEDU-evccqT-d5h9nZdXBAwgzTpoOZD4/s320/cynthia-ripley-miller.jpg" width="287" /></span></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cynthia Ripley Miller is a first-generation Italian-American writer with a love for history, languages, and books. She has lived, worked, and traveled in Europe, Africa, North America, and the Caribbean. As a girl, she often wondered what it would be like to journey through time (she still does), yet she knew it could only be through the imagination and words of writers and their stories. Today, she writes to bring the past to life. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cynthia holds two degrees and has taught history and teaches English. Her short fiction has appeared in the anthology Summer Tapestry and The Scriptor. A Chanticleer International Chatelaine Award finalist for her novel On the Edge of Sunrise, she has reviewed for UNRV Roman History and blogs at Historical Happenings and Oddities: A Distant Focus and on her website. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Cynthia has four children and lives with her husband, twin cats, Romulus and Remus, and Jessie, a German Shepherd, in a suburb of Chicago. On the Edge of Sunrise is the first in the Long-Hair Sagas; a series set in late ancient Rome and France and published by Booklocker.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Cynthia:<br /><a href="https://www.cynthiaripleymiller.com/" target="_blank">Website<br /></a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/cynthiaripleymiller/" target="_blank">Facebook<br /></a><a href="https://twitter.com/CRipleyMiller?refsrc=email" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-61928316147988219192024-03-02T07:00:00.003+00:002024-03-02T09:48:42.648+00:00Make me a better writer: Finding Character Voice Through Period Documents<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Finding Character Voice <br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Through Period Documents</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Writing historical fiction is a challenging but rewarding endeavor and requires writers to handle a myriad of different historical elements on top of crafting an engaging story. One thing to consider is making sure the voice of your characters, whether you write in 1st or 3rd person POV, fits the time of the story and doesn’t jar your readers with words and speech patterns that don’t fit the era.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">While you’re under no obligation to write exactly as people would have done in the 1860s, knowing how people spoke at that time, the popular slang, and the way they communicated can help you craft a deeper, more believable setting and help bring your characters to life, making them much more memorable for your readers and helping your work stand out, especially for the people most interested in the time period you’re writing in.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The best way to get a feel for how people spoke at a given time is through reading their own words in letters and diaries. While you can also turn to novels written at the time, in that case the words you’re getting are already going through the filter of another writer, who was obeying the writing and story conventions of their time, meaning that you will encounter more distortion than if you focused on unedited letters and diaries.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Research Arsenal has thousands of letters and many diaries all written in the mid-19th century available to read and they can give you amazing insight into varied speaking and writing styles of the time. By browsing through this collection, you’ll quickly be able to hone in on a variety of insights on how people spoke and be able to incorporate those into your work.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Slang and Common Turns of Phrase</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Every generation has its own slang and idioms that characterize it. For writers working in the era of the American Civil War, some of these terms, like “Rebs,” “Johnnies,” and “Secesh” (short for secessionists), to describe Confederate soldiers, may already be familiar. But there is a wealth of other slang and turns of phrase that are waiting to be discovered.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Played Out”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">It is hard to read more than five or ten letters before coming across one where the writer complains—or hopes—something is “played out.” In a letter written in 1863 by Corporal Albert Henry Bancroft of the 85th New York Infantry, he tells his brother, “The weather has been cool and pleasant for near [a] week although it has been wet most of the time and we can sleep nights and not hear the mosquitoes for they are a wicked set and swear dreadfully if they cannot taste of you. They have been plenty since the first of May. But I hope they are about played out.”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz8dtvqE8dxNkLnm-wozPT33euRwfd0XJU1h6Yu0jCfUMaN7WnIihUN5CNcfkr8UUeXHgAq9SA2uLs5SB8aMNsno4NdPmFqybYLRPDgbdjJ-idajky3fz2iEeng3xCWs5EKUHTFuvROcDVR5AT7-eKkwKd3E4QGUNHBP5vGI21_5-8eovD-RLOsozxys/s2181/Mosquitos%20played%20out.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="2181" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz8dtvqE8dxNkLnm-wozPT33euRwfd0XJU1h6Yu0jCfUMaN7WnIihUN5CNcfkr8UUeXHgAq9SA2uLs5SB8aMNsno4NdPmFqybYLRPDgbdjJ-idajky3fz2iEeng3xCWs5EKUHTFuvROcDVR5AT7-eKkwKd3E4QGUNHBP5vGI21_5-8eovD-RLOsozxys/w640-h240/Mosquitos%20played%20out.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Another writer, Private Lloyd Willis Manning of the 3rd Massachusetts Heavy Artillery, wrote to his wife asking her to send him a new cap because his was about “played out.” Excerpt below:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“[…] will you please send the hat and socks in preference to a letter? My socks I have to take them off and wash them and wait until they get dry before I can have any to wear. My old cap is all played out and if I have to wait much longer, I shan’t have any.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">This excerpt also highlights the no longer common use of “shan’t” rather than the more modern sounding “won’t.”</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“On Account of”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">While not exactly slang, there are many sentence constructions that have changed over time and using versions more common to the mid-19th century is an easy way to create a voice that feels of that time, without using any slang that might leave your readers confused.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In mid-19th century texts, there is a tendency for writers to have a preference for words of French etymology rather than old English. For example, it’s more common for writers to talk about “commencing” something rather than “starting” it, which is in direct contrast to most writers’ preferences today. The Google Books Ngram data below shows how the use of “started” didn’t overtake “commenced” until sometime in the 1890s.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUE23mvzVQyijf003gXwbvBq2MyEfaDZoucpyS2_x4wQj9wx5eSO_bfy4fT2bwrhetmWRCfdOvSwarRa87bBNi9XZKitU1mSCT9oA_rsepQURF56OisDSbrnQ7VGBHFJFk10kJaG8KgWQP0kC756RahEcOAKreBc3rzXP1ZBFXBnz7_E2ALPF5OEoJNc/s1661/Google%20Ngram%20comparison.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="1661" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUE23mvzVQyijf003gXwbvBq2MyEfaDZoucpyS2_x4wQj9wx5eSO_bfy4fT2bwrhetmWRCfdOvSwarRa87bBNi9XZKitU1mSCT9oA_rsepQURF56OisDSbrnQ7VGBHFJFk10kJaG8KgWQP0kC756RahEcOAKreBc3rzXP1ZBFXBnz7_E2ALPF5OEoJNc/w640-h240/Google%20Ngram%20comparison.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Another difference is a preference to use other phrases in place of “because,” though you will still see because used as well. One of the most common replacements for “because” is the phrase “on account of” which many writers make liberal use of. One example is from William Allen Wilcox writing to his cousin Emma Murray in 1857:</span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“I received your letter some time ago and have neglected writing partly on account of having so much of my time occupied in studying and partly on account of having no particular fondness for letter writing. I hope you will excuse me this time and I will promise not to be so dilatory again in writing.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">In his letter, Wilcox does not use the word “because” at all, instead employing either the phrase “on account of” or using “as” instead of “because” in the sentence “I had to forego studying this evening as I wished to write to you.”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICUizN-XJ5m-CzJPu16Xhg0kHN8oSH_Gdi_Knf1RQDZ72kbaVSM97pwMJpCx2eBh1b5IoJit2QY0zc2gLTQ7xCQ7wOEHMgBdzyJxQEJbqQw8uI9xWJc9Ww8ofbkijOk8-GdGk1_kWXIWk1Iwg98O-d8L6S-b_nHF1xkitqz80qVqsaIbvmIurYy0C9hM/s1010/On%20account%20of.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="1010" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICUizN-XJ5m-CzJPu16Xhg0kHN8oSH_Gdi_Knf1RQDZ72kbaVSM97pwMJpCx2eBh1b5IoJit2QY0zc2gLTQ7xCQ7wOEHMgBdzyJxQEJbqQw8uI9xWJc9Ww8ofbkijOk8-GdGk1_kWXIWk1Iwg98O-d8L6S-b_nHF1xkitqz80qVqsaIbvmIurYy0C9hM/w640-h342/On%20account%20of.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The great advantage of working phrases like this into your writing is that you can be sure your readers will still perfectly understand your sentences while still gaining a feeling that the character speaking is of an earlier time. You’ll also be drawing on authentic speech patterns and creating greater and more immersive realism in your text.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Civil War Era Letter Writing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Letter writing has evolved over the centuries, and there are numerous small details in Civil War era letters that you can use to bring greater authenticity to your fiction, especially if one of your characters finds themselves putting pen to paper. These details include how people addressed each other in letters, their general narrative style, as well as how they used the paper itself and their expectations of when and how letters would reach their loved ones.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">One of the most glaring differences between modern and mid-19th century letters is how differently letters are addressed to each other. It is not uncommon to find letters addressed to “Sister Mary” or “Friend John” whereas in modern times we would often leave off the relationship we shared with the addressee. Frequently, letters were meant to be shared with the whole family, or even the whole community, and would be addressed simply as “Dear Folks at Home.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">If writers wished for the correspondence to be more secret, they would—somewhat unbelievably—write “private” at the top of the page to signal it wasn’t meant for everyone to see. There were other options such as using ciphers but in most cases a letter requiring that kind of secrecy did not survive long after being read and it was a common practice at the time to burn letters after reading them if they were of a private or intimate nature.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Another facet of letters that modern writers would find unusual is how they are often written in a style where the writer directly addresses the reader and narrates precisely when they start and stop writing a letter. This is common throughout letters but tends to occur more frequently when the writer comes from a background with less formal education. “Well” is also very common to see as a sentence starter with some writers using it nearly every sentence as seen in this letter by Edwin Whipple:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">“Well mother, I have been to work all day down at the Landing handling lumber and have just got back to the tent and found your letter laying on my bed. Well, you want to know how I found my box.”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAD7G2rtJJiFb5u0wiNlV2IyZ0OQ2t5o2Sf9Ss_XrkVsRLM5cQvXv3d7IEBOwGshJBSXAYQQbsNIroqjZqtLR2KdFlgicSsDgaM_4tHpq4N2sgggXMHHwTA4jTUUu_aDHXYAxvfNlPEleEMRNjKMPRYM0htHZLtsm_MSNUze_9NvHIcs5UUj84k9F4Q58/s754/Well%20Mother.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="754" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAD7G2rtJJiFb5u0wiNlV2IyZ0OQ2t5o2Sf9Ss_XrkVsRLM5cQvXv3d7IEBOwGshJBSXAYQQbsNIroqjZqtLR2KdFlgicSsDgaM_4tHpq4N2sgggXMHHwTA4jTUUu_aDHXYAxvfNlPEleEMRNjKMPRYM0htHZLtsm_MSNUze_9NvHIcs5UUj84k9F4Q58/w640-h440/Well%20Mother.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">One of the most surprising aspects of letter writing during this era is how often extreme measures would be taken to conserve paper. While this is not a detail that relates directly to a character’s voice, it can give you insight into how people of the time conserved resources and learned to make do with what they had.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Most of us are no strangers to trying to squeeze in a few extra lines at the end of a page, but some people in the mid-19th century had a much more systematic approach to getting the most out of each sheet of paper. This involved turning the sheet sideways after they had filled it up and then writing over all of their original writing perpendicularly. 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The more letters you read, the better feel you’ll have for how people of the time thought and spoke. Through incorporating common slang like “played out” and using words like “commenced” instead of “started” you can incorporate the feel of the times without sacrificing readability of your stories for modern audiences.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By reading through period letters, you’ll be able to make further observations of your own and use those elements to strengthen your characters’ voices. 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font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Western, Historical Fiction.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">After a devastating tragedy, Dorcas Moon faces brutal choices in the unforgiving wilderness.</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">An unsolved hometown murder casts a foreboding shadow over the journey. Mounting responsibilities weigh heavy on Dorcas' shoulders while navigating the trail along the Platte River. Family, friends, and neighbors can't seem to get along without her help.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The gruesome trail exacts a heavy toll. A sweeping grass fire blazes across the prairie. A doomed wagon careens down a treacherous hill. A fellow traveler is gored to death while hunting buffalo. Each disaster pushes the pioneers to the brink. Amidst the chaos, Dorcas grapples with the realization that she must dump her precious cook stove and her husband's massive safe. The oxen can no longer haul the heavy weight of unnecessary cargo.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">When her daughter mysteriously disappears while the wagons are at Fort Laramie, Dorcas Despairs. She is desperate to help her daughter when the troubled youth is found in the arms of a Brulé man in Spotted Tail's village.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Secure your copy of <i>Lighten the Load </i>and delve into an unforgettable saga of empowerment, sacrifice, and the haunting echoes of the American frontier. Rejoin Dorcas Moon on the adventure of a lifetime as she confronts the challenges that shape her destiny.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sWvp6dtbXvA" width="320" youtube-src-id="sWvp6dtbXvA"></iframe></span></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/lighten-the-load/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></a></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/lighten-the-load/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Amazon</span></a></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">This title is available to read on #KindleUnlimited.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">David Fitz-Gerald </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-szUh9TwfUBYDW9YjDTth0HZLbnqkB-r-XseyFh6mOaQ1K-sM59fNfmUYxe7_E26uadDRNo_9xkXJ6ESr74MEwiWE9FsdQCWbERfP1Y6Sm7srgOiJx0isJ6q0vplkty9MNwHbEIEeMDM4RXh2w1OiskNv9CoHbO0lgTUrm_KZFVvQslHl0QsNcLUii4/s1080/David%20Fitz-Gerald.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-szUh9TwfUBYDW9YjDTth0HZLbnqkB-r-XseyFh6mOaQ1K-sM59fNfmUYxe7_E26uadDRNo_9xkXJ6ESr74MEwiWE9FsdQCWbERfP1Y6Sm7srgOiJx0isJ6q0vplkty9MNwHbEIEeMDM4RXh2w1OiskNv9CoHbO0lgTUrm_KZFVvQslHl0QsNcLUii4/s320/David%20Fitz-Gerald.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">David Fitz-Gerald writes westerns and historical fiction. He is the author of twelve books, including the brand-new series, Ghosts Along the Oregon Trail set in 1850. Dave is a multiple Laramie Award, first place, best in category winner; a Blue Ribbon Chanticleerian; a member of Western Writers of America; and a member of the Historical Novel Society.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Alpine landscapes and flashy horses always catch Dave’s eye and turn his head. He is also an Adirondack 46-er, which means that he has hiked to the summit of the range’s highest peaks. 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It should be no surprise that Dave delights in placing memorable characters on treacherous trails, mountain tops, and on the backs of wild horses.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with David:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.itsoag.com/GATOT " target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Website</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/AuthorDAVIDFG " target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Twitter</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDaveFITZGERALD/ " target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Facebook </span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/authordavefitzgerald/ " target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; 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font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVcSgz-GgkL-ju6AdEOkbLYzQq9B-SY88HT7YzuPqvSgwOoOoSLFmj-eqDNGZPjaOcGOlXT3ipYiJuIQ1Rs8bdKpb_CeuwUIJ3EHVhQlsNR4yFUpvOb3mrpNxt7Yxvgg3SvCD_u4GbwBvgMu7SkziiTdShdagUkHAFigqJD7HfZ3zK2UMig7O4wyAotA/s1240/Insta.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="1240" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVcSgz-GgkL-ju6AdEOkbLYzQq9B-SY88HT7YzuPqvSgwOoOoSLFmj-eqDNGZPjaOcGOlXT3ipYiJuIQ1Rs8bdKpb_CeuwUIJ3EHVhQlsNR4yFUpvOb3mrpNxt7Yxvgg3SvCD_u4GbwBvgMu7SkziiTdShdagUkHAFigqJD7HfZ3zK2UMig7O4wyAotA/w640-h638/Insta.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Christmas in Evergreen</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By Mary L. Schmidt</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBf8t45TqUs-l3I62_9IKgAoonHt-7kNczsW0mhNd677QXSbYndbl2CDDiK78gYMdCMCvPPyw0lW5ghGABvQoEXDkZ4lxVp0_NE6hKjTcsTGOKMBqXmbPhC1I6rlWyxgIgkrLZT-h4Jlzia_dxzqG7ADDYwQEQSUB3naENqTkMWL4ozy23Wqw9CDQ3GdM/s2700/BADGES-Christmas%20In%20Evergreen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBf8t45TqUs-l3I62_9IKgAoonHt-7kNczsW0mhNd677QXSbYndbl2CDDiK78gYMdCMCvPPyw0lW5ghGABvQoEXDkZ4lxVp0_NE6hKjTcsTGOKMBqXmbPhC1I6rlWyxgIgkrLZT-h4Jlzia_dxzqG7ADDYwQEQSUB3naENqTkMWL4ozy23Wqw9CDQ3GdM/w426-h640/BADGES-Christmas%20In%20Evergreen.jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br />Publication Date: 31st December 2023</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Publisher: M. Schmidt Productions</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Page Length: 165 Pages</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Genre: Romance / Suspense</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">"My husband, Steve, and I have always had a great relationship, married, for the last five years. He's a private investigator, and I have my artwork. Much of his work involved using a special laptop, one that was rugged and lockable, in his home office and I had my art studio where I could lose myself in painting and creativity. Life was wonderful, until the day I read a completely chilling and startling "Hit List" on his computer screen. Confusion ran supreme in my brain and then it hit me. My name was at the top of that list! Wait! What? No! Never! Yet I read "Kim Daily" plain as day. What would you do if you found out you were the next target on your husband's hit list? Steve intentionally left his laptop open for me to read. He simply can't be an assassin! I would know. Or would I? No! That's impossible! Steve has been the kindest husband for five years and he was a crack ass private investigator; not an assassin. Yet why was my name at the top of his hit list? Why did he even have a hit list? My mind reeling in shock, I had to do something to stay alive! Think, Kim, think! Get your best game on right now as time is running out!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Praise</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Christmas in Evergreen: Heart of Evergreen Book 1, by Mary L. Schmidt, an author who has a flair for detail and slowly building up to a stunning, unexpected, and life-changing occurrence. A story of how two women become friends through adversity, and how they progress in their lives. I cannot say more of what brought these two women together and how they fared after a tragedy without creating a spoiler. What I can say is that the character, Kim, flees for her life after inadvertently seeing something devastating on her husband’s laptop. I had high hopes this story would go another way but it did not and Kim and her friend become bonded forever as they bring together the shattered pieces of the puzzle of their new lives. These women are strong and determined to make the most of what they are left with.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Again, Schmidt’s flair for detail brings us into a scene as if we are present with the characters. Her writing also shows evidence that she researches her topics, or perhaps builds many of her scenes from knowledge she already possesses. Since this seems to be the start of a series, I believe it will be an exciting one. This certainly cannot be the only life changing occurrence in these characters lives, so I am looking forward to the next book to see what life throws at these to women.</div><div><br /></div></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Pick up your copy of </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Christmas in Evergreen</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://books2read.com/u/4Aaxxd" target="_blank">HERE!</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mary L. Schmidt </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyhqT2KmBtD8HblFEUMrSPmsFdEvF_OsgcCTHzg2-wSyNbBxJp2gX0zmY7xFZob-AlXGR_lJObA2YQBWlC1XMnrZAoMV5Zgt_ofTEUZZ2wAM84uQMiogFfZ-Z_e3iUpBXY0BFgyH9u4yVXNHxmst8xO9PBniqt48UNSFillU9P9abmFraEix7rigFJy0/s300/qntmi90f0k70tp4t8aa08fef2n._SX300_CR0,0,300,300_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEyhqT2KmBtD8HblFEUMrSPmsFdEvF_OsgcCTHzg2-wSyNbBxJp2gX0zmY7xFZob-AlXGR_lJObA2YQBWlC1XMnrZAoMV5Zgt_ofTEUZZ2wAM84uQMiogFfZ-Z_e3iUpBXY0BFgyH9u4yVXNHxmst8xO9PBniqt48UNSFillU9P9abmFraEix7rigFJy0/s1600/qntmi90f0k70tp4t8aa08fef2n._SX300_CR0,0,300,300_.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mary L. Schmidt writes under the name of S. Jackson along with her husband Michael, pen name A Raymond. She grew up in a small Kansas (USA) town and I lived in more than one state since then. At this time, my husband and I split our time between Kansas and Colorado (we love the mountains and off road 4-wheeling). Traveling is one of our most favorite things to do and I always have a book or even three books that I read, in the same week. Books were really my thing. It seemed like every time I turned around I was obtaining a new library card due to the current one being stamped complete. Diving into a good book made any day perfect and you would be surprised at the number of books I read over and over. I drew paper dolls and clothes for them, and using watercolor as my medium when painting scenes, especially flowers. I continued with art in high school exploring a wide variety of arts and I loved it! The creative side of me loves to be an amateur "shutter-bug" and we actually have an online art gallery. In college I went into the sciences of all things and received a Bachelor's degree in the Science of Nursing. My nursing career was highly successful and I hung up my nursing hat in December 2012. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">S. Jackson is a retired registered nurse; a member of the Catholic Church, and has taught kindergarten Catechism; she has worked in various capacities for The American Cancer Society, March of Dimes, Cub and Boy Scouts, (son, Gene, is an Eagle Scout), and sponsored trips for high school music children. She loves all forms of art but mostly focuses on the visual arts; such as amateur photography, traditional, and graphic art as her health allows.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">She has written more than 30 books with five more in various stages of production, and she is included in four anthologies.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A. Raymond is a member of the Catholic Church, and has helped his wife with The American Cancer Society, March of Dimes, Cub and Boy Scouts, and sponsored children alongside his wife on music trips. He devotes his spare time to fishing, reading, playing poker, Jeeping, and travel adventures with his wife. Both love spending time with their grandson, Austin, and granddaughter, Emma.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Connect with Mary:</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: xx-large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/MMSchmidtAuthorGDDonley/" target="_blank">Facebook Author Page</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MaryLSchmidt" target="_blank">Twitter</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/mschmidtphotography/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/S.-Jackson/author/B013NRRKR2" target="_blank">Amazon Author Page</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.co.uk/marylschmidt/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/MaryRNBSN" target="_blank">YouTube Channel</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/mschmidtdesigns?rnrd=168398" target="_blank">Art Gallery</a></div></span></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-14563990328670056732024-03-01T06:30:00.000+00:002024-03-08T13:36:44.356+00:00Who can resist a good thriller? Let us find your next favourite read this March.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-PJ8DB6v0wXUYEURV7OKUIVDTwIEUy68IHB5yGyrIyoU1kfmQQTZAEvP2OiHwE82TI81RT8FA7du5LFmWYz3PKSTD5WTyEcF23gDN11Mwh17L1q4462nR_AfWfWi40WBrUTRFuATTj3IEqBUO7jj9QVw2H2_eiU6EUN6QGAw7r9yCw7j2Rt3RtIDZYc/s1080/Yarde%20instagram.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-PJ8DB6v0wXUYEURV7OKUIVDTwIEUy68IHB5yGyrIyoU1kfmQQTZAEvP2OiHwE82TI81RT8FA7du5LFmWYz3PKSTD5WTyEcF23gDN11Mwh17L1q4462nR_AfWfWi40WBrUTRFuATTj3IEqBUO7jj9QVw2H2_eiU6EUN6QGAw7r9yCw7j2Rt3RtIDZYc/w640-h640/Yarde%20instagram.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Everyone loves a good thriller, right? </span></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Get ready for a month of our top picks in the thriller genre. </span></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-88190592768685001462024-02-29T07:00:00.001+00:002024-02-29T07:00:00.128+00:00 Will she pay for her husband's mistakes, or will she manage to escape from a terrible fate?<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNYHXIPGQGT-8PF3CdXPlP2JvRxuBDsi_XfyrsRhcN8D12kxz4Lz4-J8NKj1v22Ip5CQuTYPkcLn7rSNe1AsPM70UDftg1rwYi76-rSbznGK7TAyZHW5vNDfQ0KcBxMq6lZwVjKKURbTqNIPCrBkzFzTKWpQDRQ-9vmJ6jQLT-pDHT4FDgecOmpxaErA/s1024/Yarde%20Reviews%20&%20Book%20Promotion%20(1)%20copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNYHXIPGQGT-8PF3CdXPlP2JvRxuBDsi_XfyrsRhcN8D12kxz4Lz4-J8NKj1v22Ip5CQuTYPkcLn7rSNe1AsPM70UDftg1rwYi76-rSbznGK7TAyZHW5vNDfQ0KcBxMq6lZwVjKKURbTqNIPCrBkzFzTKWpQDRQ-9vmJ6jQLT-pDHT4FDgecOmpxaErA/w640-h320/Yarde%20Reviews%20&%20Book%20Promotion%20(1)%20copy.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Treason in the Mortimer Household <br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">A Betrayed Wife</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">By Anne O'Brien</span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Why would I write about Joan de Geneville, the little known wife of the notorious Roger Mortimer, Earl of March? Why did I consider her to be the perfect protagonist for a medieval historical novel, centring on the role of women? Because Joan's life was an emotional one, dominated by treason, imprisonment and betrayal, Her reaction to her fate was impressively resilient. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Joan de Geneville was an heiress, inheriting extensive lands in Ireland, in France, as well as in the Welsh Marches, including the magnificent fortress of Ludlow Castle. Without doubt she was a valuable bride for any family with foresight and ambition; the perfect wife for Roger Mortimer, son and heir of the Mortimer marcher lords. The dispatch of her two younger sisters to a convent ensured that her claim to the de Geneville inheritance would never be challenged.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qbf6gYE0grdhjJQ4FQmhbx_pWaovKMM8kqYMjWH3k3mI9jMq43NgoNUI00gjkKoFmqXXWGXz7_rz5VI9_ofNQuy-lfgr85zAbR6OHyAxls5HYNcM89xts9-BBvzqysDTc6lmFHl17-7Mc7MNqN3ezhZJhIpur7oucUwViuxGnMsdv7qAL63RDy22DBI/s259/Heraldry%20of%20Roger%20Mortimer%20(left)%20and%20Joan%20de%20Geneville%20(right)%20on%20their%20marriage..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="259" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qbf6gYE0grdhjJQ4FQmhbx_pWaovKMM8kqYMjWH3k3mI9jMq43NgoNUI00gjkKoFmqXXWGXz7_rz5VI9_ofNQuy-lfgr85zAbR6OHyAxls5HYNcM89xts9-BBvzqysDTc6lmFHl17-7Mc7MNqN3ezhZJhIpur7oucUwViuxGnMsdv7qAL63RDy22DBI/w640-h618/Heraldry%20of%20Roger%20Mortimer%20(left)%20and%20Joan%20de%20Geneville%20(right)%20on%20their%20marriage..jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Heraldic image of the Mortimer-de Geneville marriage: Mortimer on the left, de Geneville on the right.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Mortimer-de Geneville marriage at first offered much satisfaction and even happiness. Joan travelled extensively with her husband, to Wales, to Ireland, and within the Welsh Marches, while Roger escaped death in skirmish and battle. They had twelve children all of whom grew to healthy adulthood, while Roger rebuilt Wigmore Castle as a palace as well as a fortress.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKebivza3QJ00HmRhLbEqrKu9ligwvzcImmOFGRN2oXRjbiGr7tcENgO5gcoiOyCEJADNaFrbpHjc3_VM86urDE_8SGH1b1DFnZT26a4QPLf3TPJJjbMA5aYz2g7LSvRs3WM6PSI9nPCNaorjpKAzAg5j1iB3R0E9vNFW7IKWvNMDztk1UVxRsgA3KfY/s4288/Wigmore%20Castle,%20once%20the%20pre-eminent%20Mortimer%20fortress%20in%20the%20Welsh%20Marches.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="4288" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKebivza3QJ00HmRhLbEqrKu9ligwvzcImmOFGRN2oXRjbiGr7tcENgO5gcoiOyCEJADNaFrbpHjc3_VM86urDE_8SGH1b1DFnZT26a4QPLf3TPJJjbMA5aYz2g7LSvRs3WM6PSI9nPCNaorjpKAzAg5j1iB3R0E9vNFW7IKWvNMDztk1UVxRsgA3KfY/w640-h480/Wigmore%20Castle,%20once%20the%20pre-eminent%20Mortimer%20fortress%20in%20the%20Welsh%20Marches.JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Remains of Wigmore Castle, once the pre-eminent Mortimer stronghold in the Welsh Marches.</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">What could go wrong, after such a fortunate beginning?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Threats against the lands of the marcher lords along the Welsh Marches by the royal favourite Hugh Despenser, supported by the King, drove the area into insurrection. When raising the Mortimer banners against Despenser was interpreted as treason by King Edward II, Roger was arrested and dispatched to the Tower of London with execution hanging over his head, while Joan and the Mortimer offspring were subjected to rigid and penurious confinement, Joan in Skipton Castle. Would this be a lifelong penance for Joan?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">All was not lost. Roger escaped from the Tower of London, Joan and the young Mortimers were released, and Roger returned from exile with an invading force, intent on reclaiming his lands and his titles. A matter, it seemed, for rejoicing. Except that Roger returned to England intent on revenge against the King, with Queen Isabella at is side, in a close relationship with her that roused much comment and rumour.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">How humiliating for the Mortimer wife, when she must welcome the Queen as her guest in Ludlow Castle.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Cr5wlWPG3MEnee51UKCrflKfHNJ9-Jo93nnLPaAH-rg3u-9lR7SbA3QeUNSkE_38FEwSJ5iA7xY1avAstT7lAniFG7k_1U-8ll5tQtR3gi1ObM114LwMv8PKtRjuLCaOyzQAAes6adjq-ebOer2Z7IzZt8KnVRmtHwpR1LpsibYBxviDCFudwVbw9ds/s4288/Ludlow%20Castle%20-%20the%20Great%20Hall,%20Great%20Chamber%20Block%20and%20chapel%20that%20Joan%20would%20have%20know%20well..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="4288" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Cr5wlWPG3MEnee51UKCrflKfHNJ9-Jo93nnLPaAH-rg3u-9lR7SbA3QeUNSkE_38FEwSJ5iA7xY1avAstT7lAniFG7k_1U-8ll5tQtR3gi1ObM114LwMv8PKtRjuLCaOyzQAAes6adjq-ebOer2Z7IzZt8KnVRmtHwpR1LpsibYBxviDCFudwVbw9ds/w640-h480/Ludlow%20Castle%20-%20the%20Great%20Hall,%20Great%20Chamber%20Block%20and%20chapel%20that%20Joan%20would%20have%20know%20well..JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ludlow Castle: Roger and Joan would have known and lived in this main block of chambers.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">For appearances' sake Joan had little choice but to work in tandem with her errant husband, to accomplish the prestigious marriages of their daughters. Did she enjoy the experience, sharing her castles and her authority with the Queen at her husband's side? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! Even with the accession of a youthful King Edward III there was no suggestion of a change in this situation. The reins of power were firmly held by Roger and Isabella.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">But as King Edward grew into maturity, fired with a desire to recover what was his by right of inheritance, his first priority would be to take back those reins of power into his own hands. All eyes turned to the Court and the inevitable Mortimer downfall.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">What a denouement for this tale of treason. What would be the outcome for Roger Mortimer and for Joan? Would Joan be forced to pay the penalty for her husband becoming an over-mighty magnate, would she be punished for the treason that took him to the scaffold?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">History hides Joan under the usual medieval shadow of female anonymity, but she was far more than an invisible and obedient wife, far more than a rejected lover. Joan proved to be a woman of courage, both resourceful and resilient; a woman intent on keeping her family safe, fighting for the restoration of Mortimer land and power for future Mortimer descendents. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">As for Roger, in spite of everything, perhaps in the end Joan felt that she had a debt to pay to him. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Joan de Geneville emerged as an irresistible protagonist in A Court of Betrayal. How could I resist writing her story?</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWclMQ-Sw-gLjLpEjdO1am5DDDw9mcEHg2FLVwUnqTfb0ptNHstd4JUF9FjQqx3NtC9KwAFgZbb0DYIB8_SBDTt9dOAAQDVJOehE6CgcFpuQsQoH1zbqxzwHFs3R1Tcw8Rj3ijM_DXnufBvLhctTYaPHrqFWO2EGKqhz-Qt5ec8BCzjUuye4pA9SawA84/s1080/mock%20up%20shots%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWclMQ-Sw-gLjLpEjdO1am5DDDw9mcEHg2FLVwUnqTfb0ptNHstd4JUF9FjQqx3NtC9KwAFgZbb0DYIB8_SBDTt9dOAAQDVJOehE6CgcFpuQsQoH1zbqxzwHFs3R1Tcw8Rj3ijM_DXnufBvLhctTYaPHrqFWO2EGKqhz-Qt5ec8BCzjUuye4pA9SawA84/w640-h640/mock%20up%20shots%20(1).png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;">A Court of Betrayal <br /></span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">By Anne O'Brien</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKtZv27SuEb-xba5cYplPX_0P9E1Vl2LpaGnMKLFVd4kp0IaAachkTvxwn37SR1ZVQvA1BQZZdVYD9deHwHP1ThZY6kWOa-zR6qBusEURO7Vyu2-kkEYs_AyW4lVb387aTaOP2Iogjxr0dpUdievGoEuxrfUX_bISh3puXqcSV87BN5kz-kTv0t0g1iI/s1652/A%20Court%20of%20Betrayal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1652" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKtZv27SuEb-xba5cYplPX_0P9E1Vl2LpaGnMKLFVd4kp0IaAachkTvxwn37SR1ZVQvA1BQZZdVYD9deHwHP1ThZY6kWOa-zR6qBusEURO7Vyu2-kkEYs_AyW4lVb387aTaOP2Iogjxr0dpUdievGoEuxrfUX_bISh3puXqcSV87BN5kz-kTv0t0g1iI/w418-h640/A%20Court%20of%20Betrayal.jpg" width="418" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Publication Date: 29th February 2024</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Publisher: Orion</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Page Length: 464 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Genre: Historical Fiction</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>The Welsh Marches, 1301</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Strong-willed heiress Johane de Geneville is married to Roger Mortimer, Earl of March, at just fifteen years old.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Soon Johane finds herself swept up in a world of treacherous court politics and dangerous secrets as her husband deposes Edward II and rules England alongside Queen Isabella.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Yet when Roger is accused of treason, she is robbed of her freedom and must survive catastrophic events in her fight for justice - with her life, and her children's, hanging in the balance...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Will she pay for her husband's mistakes, or will she manage to escape from a terrible fate?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Pick up your copy of </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">A Court of Betrayal </span></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Court-Betrayal-gripping-historical-bestselling/dp/1398711195" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;">HERE!</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Anne O’Brien</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjxoalyONLM6UxMi30bb7CpqYm11Y17s0rq76SOvUFmuU5p134Zy8NmeRnbzK_9GdB5V5zVgxA8cVRHFrSXfR3khx7KjIfJQI5koXfaI7JeDRaR0Vg_Fmax4gi8VIYo6FTiWl99QxxrRqq1IPAJ6i3Gtezy7rKCDhd3lv_UKBVhWpmVCq9qySKxpmF1c/s450/86u351mktfa7o7fpt1l3nsald8._SY450_CR1,0,450,450_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjxoalyONLM6UxMi30bb7CpqYm11Y17s0rq76SOvUFmuU5p134Zy8NmeRnbzK_9GdB5V5zVgxA8cVRHFrSXfR3khx7KjIfJQI5koXfaI7JeDRaR0Vg_Fmax4gi8VIYo6FTiWl99QxxrRqq1IPAJ6i3Gtezy7rKCDhd3lv_UKBVhWpmVCq9qySKxpmF1c/s320/86u351mktfa7o7fpt1l3nsald8._SY450_CR1,0,450,450_.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Anne O’Brien was born in West Yorkshire. After gaining a BA Honours degree in History at Manchester University and a Master’s in Education at Hull, she lived in East Yorkshire for many years as a teacher of history.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">She now lives with her husband in an eighteenth-century timber-framed cottage in the depths of the Welsh Marches in Herefordshire, on the borders between England and Wales, where she writes historical novels. The perfect place in which to bring medieval women back to life.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Anne loves to hear from readers, you can find her: <a href="https://www.anneobrienbooks.com/" target="_blank">Website</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/anneobrienbooks/" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/anne_obrien" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></div></div><div><br /></div></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044457453847267877.post-24149679231916072432024-02-27T07:30:00.000+00:002024-02-27T07:30:00.133+00:00One woman must sacrifice everything to uncover the truth in this enthralling historical novel, inspired by the true World War Two campaign Radio Aspidist<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL57O4IEnCLuMxwtqlTxJK4YA4aSHICLqqAu3qfRLPK2JyLaZidtX4f9fqPUjyAtuTsowhf3gjQIg4UhTDUsZrJypTF4MqN01V1_P2bhudrgFF2BhZsDCaTS-4XqRGV-qj21H0p-ts2D8Ll7M4PJGnVVMVT_-TPbZbNKgK7EJBoLYoFNlGV_qFRz9L2Mk/s640/The%20Shadow%20Network%20Tour%20Banner%201.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL57O4IEnCLuMxwtqlTxJK4YA4aSHICLqqAu3qfRLPK2JyLaZidtX4f9fqPUjyAtuTsowhf3gjQIg4UhTDUsZrJypTF4MqN01V1_P2bhudrgFF2BhZsDCaTS-4XqRGV-qj21H0p-ts2D8Ll7M4PJGnVVMVT_-TPbZbNKgK7EJBoLYoFNlGV_qFRz9L2Mk/w640-h360/The%20Shadow%20Network%20Tour%20Banner%201.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Shadow Network <br />By Deborah Swift</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhoESUkMmooZck6DKAEOFbNHKwp7KfePp5pGzzQYaOIZ2VPYStwH5Ej0Yjzz7DdANAboyAZ4I6Vu9ciWRMLtTzLRhwqSgrx1YTU01IRCsHiGxl1B6X2YJYiJSqYut2rqrxbxdErOEZq-r8Y1EX5Cw950j0t9ltnvtFNEXhwOQMD9yvspXdlMEDK9VUHH0/s767/Cover%20of%20The%20Shadow%20Network.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhoESUkMmooZck6DKAEOFbNHKwp7KfePp5pGzzQYaOIZ2VPYStwH5Ej0Yjzz7DdANAboyAZ4I6Vu9ciWRMLtTzLRhwqSgrx1YTU01IRCsHiGxl1B6X2YJYiJSqYut2rqrxbxdErOEZq-r8Y1EX5Cw950j0t9ltnvtFNEXhwOQMD9yvspXdlMEDK9VUHH0/w418-h640/Cover%20of%20The%20Shadow%20Network.JPG" width="418" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: 13th February 2024</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: HQ Digital</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: 376 Pages</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Fiction / WW2</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">One woman must sacrifice everything to uncover the truth in this enthralling historical novel, inspired by the true World War Two campaign Radio Aspidistra…</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">England, 1942: Having fled Germany after her father was captured by the Nazis, Lilli Bergen is desperate to do something pro-active for the Allies. So when she’s approached by the Political Warfare Executive, Lilli jumps at the chance. She’s recruited as a singer for a radio station broadcasting propaganda to German soldiers – a shadow network.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">But Lilli’s world is flipped upside down when her ex-boyfriend, Bren Murphy, appears at her workplace; the very man she thinks betrayed her father to the Nazis. Lilli always thought Bren was a Nazi sympathiser – so what is he doing in England supposedly working against the Germans?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Lilli knows Bren is up to something, and must put aside a blossoming new relationship in order to discover the truth. Can Lilli expose him, before it’s too late?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Set in the fascinating world of wartime radio, don’t miss The Shadow Network, a heart-stopping novel of betrayal, treachery, and courage against the odds.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xO3EnNKhRcde-PriWkf4r_EHgwxpp6Pa91dngOhd3JTFFjVxFV91ZIjpIxU8SVenGWKagy0sErGUBimD0w6V5IYfsIgniy9CjVFnyUd6R9rqalRhUo1NaYtOyOSKyTcOUanMxM01s2RNDdqwyOdRg1HjTCc78IiVC8-12A2gJKdsF1QTNgns9pK9ul8/s1080/Yarde%20promotion.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xO3EnNKhRcde-PriWkf4r_EHgwxpp6Pa91dngOhd3JTFFjVxFV91ZIjpIxU8SVenGWKagy0sErGUBimD0w6V5IYfsIgniy9CjVFnyUd6R9rqalRhUo1NaYtOyOSKyTcOUanMxM01s2RNDdqwyOdRg1HjTCc78IiVC8-12A2gJKdsF1QTNgns9pK9ul8/w640-h640/Yarde%20promotion.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Excerpt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i>England, 1941</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">It was all very mysterious, being summoned like this by letter. After all, he was no se to anyone, hobbling about with two smashed legs. These days it took him fifteen minutes to struggle up a flight of stairs. Neil hoped whatever it was would have something to do with coding, because that was what he did before – well, before that awful year when his life had gone off the rails. He shuddered. Just the thought of it had the power to make him sweat. If they were going to drag all that up again, he’d be in serious trouble.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He concentrated on the view through the dusty window. The car turned left between two sentries, and down a short drive to a country house with a church tower at the front. </div><div style="text-align: left;">‘Wavendon Tower,’ Harrison said, as the wheels crunched to a halt on the gravel. ‘Isn’t it spectacular? I’ll take you in to meet Mr Delmer.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">Neil eased himself out onto a gravelled drive. So not Bletchley and coding after all. The plot thickened. </div><div style="text-align: left;">He was led through a gloomy corridor and into a library where a coal fire gave out sooty smoke in the corner.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Delmer, bear-like and bespectacled, stood up with his hand out and a big smile. Neil leant his stick against a chair and grasped hold. Delmer’s handshake was firm and warm. He had that air of easy confidence born of getting what he wanted. </div><div style="text-align: left;">‘Do sit,’ he said. ‘Harrison will bring us some tea.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">Neil was glad to get off his feet and into one of the leather armchairs. </div><div style="text-align: left;">‘I expect you’re wondering what this is all about,’ Mr Delmer said, wedging himself into a too-small armchair. ‘Have you heard of the Political Warfare Executive?’</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘I’ve heard of it, yes, but I’m not really sure what they do.’ </div><div style="text-align: left;">‘Ah. Exactly the position I was in a few weeks ago.’ Delmer laughed. He had a broad open face and eyes that were very alive. He was a little overweight, which was unusual in these times, and balding already, though he was only, Neil guessed, in his late thirties. ‘Basically,’ Delmer went on, ‘it’s psychological warfare we’ll be involved in. You know I was a journalist?’</div><div style="text-align: left;">The ‘we’ bothered him, as if his job was a foregone conclusion, but Neil nodded.</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘Well, now I’m going into broadcasting. Radio. We’re going to make a radio station that will spout our propaganda. With me so far?’ He didn’t wait for Neil’s answer. ‘The idea is to undermine Hitler – pretend to be his fanatical supporters, grow a base of his listeners, and then, once we’ve reeled them in, do everything we possibly can to damage German morale.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘If you’re looking at me to do this,’ Neil said, ‘I don’t think my spoken German’s good enough. Not for radio broadcasting.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘No, Mr Callaghan. We’re going to use captured prisoners of war, people who’ve fled Germany and have a grudge. They’ll all be native speakers. The thing is, we need someone listening in; someone who can make sure these people are following the script. A chap who can alert us if they say or do anything out of order. A minder, if you like. And of course I can’t be everywhere, so I need some German-speaking helpers. People who pick things up quickly. Are you willing to have a go? It’s a desk job. Beauclerk thought it might suit, since you’re . . . less mobile these days.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just at that moment, Harrison brought in a tray of tea. She gave him a wink before passing him the plate of biscuits.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Neil wondered if Beauclerk had told Delmer about his less-than-salubrious past. It seemed not, and he certainly wasn’t going to enlighten him. After last year, he wasn’t sure he could cope with any more Germans, even the thought was terrifying.</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘I’m not sure I’m really ready for it,’ he said, searching for an excuse. ‘The bomb really knocked my confidence. I have bad days, you know, when I can’t—’</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘I don’t think I’m being clear. We need you, Mr Callaghan. And MI5 said you would be glad to help, particularly as you made a few . . . how shall we say? A few faux pas in your last post.’</div><div style="text-align: left;">So Delmer did know. And now he was piling on the pressure. Guilt kicked in, as Delmer must have known it would. And shame. Neil straightened his tie and tried to think positively. Maybe this time it wouldn’t all go belly-up and he’d be able to do something positive for his country. Reparation for his wrongs, if you like. </div><div style="text-align: left;">He had no choice. And somehow that was a relief. That he didn’t have to choose a side.</div><div style="text-align: left;">‘I’m in,’ he said. He grabbed a Marie biscuit from the plate and took a bite. </div><p></p><div>Pick up your copy of<br />The Shadow Network <br /> <a href="https://mybook.to/RadioLies" target="_blank">HERE!</a></div><p>Deborah Swift</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZpeEsDWfFa4BqcozRBBtUT2AR93395M7BscGPODgoKs4m8y7hsw2hGP4cylePlACpnCRLuoc1DyWSzRb9Z-IRueI21OUKZtxIcNsHm16j1bKgiwOBYNK2c7DTwnQ8Ibm17DlnNf6n9cF8koUJIecEFRZAwrvmM-XUj5ll_xcZfVIqBp_McBoFQivicoj/s400/Deborah%20Swift.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZpeEsDWfFa4BqcozRBBtUT2AR93395M7BscGPODgoKs4m8y7hsw2hGP4cylePlACpnCRLuoc1DyWSzRb9Z-IRueI21OUKZtxIcNsHm16j1bKgiwOBYNK2c7DTwnQ8Ibm17DlnNf6n9cF8koUJIecEFRZAwrvmM-XUj5ll_xcZfVIqBp_McBoFQivicoj/s320/Deborah%20Swift.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Deborah Swift is the English author of eighteen historical novels, including Millennium Award winner Past Encounters, and The Lady’s Slipper, shortlisted for the Impress Prize. </p><p>Her most recent books are the Renaissance trilogy based around the life of the poisoner Giulia Tofana, The Poison Keeper and its sequels, one of which won the Coffee Pot Book Club Gold Medal. Recently she has completed a secret agent series set in WW2, the first in the series being The Silk Code.</p><p>Deborah used to work as a set and costume designer for theatre and TV and enjoys the research aspect of creating historical fiction, something she loved doing as a scenographer. She likes to write about extraordinary characters set against the background of real historical events. Deborah lives in North Lancashire on the edge of the Lake District, an area made famous by the Romantic Poets such as Wordsworth and Coleridge.</p><p>Connect with Deborah:</p><div><a href="http://www.deborahswift.com" target="_blank">Website<br /></a><a href="https://twitter.com/swiftstory" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/authordeborahswift/" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <br /><a href="https://www.pinterest.co.uk/deborahswift1/" target="_blank">Pinterest<br /></a><a href="http://author.to/DeborahSwift" target="_blank">Amazon</a> <br /><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/deborah-swift" target="_blank">BookBub</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2023/12/blog-tour-the-shadow-network-by-deborah-swift.html " target="_blank">Tour Schedule</a></div><div><br /></div></span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_4ohlVSwd7xbj223DyiY_EjsZwJdhN3O2sv_YMtmwQJk3fDtM8CGbg1-e9r1ySfauaXWlUL9mX6TM2gIXKq3sYZ20PuMoEqodKZraEhcLEngnFtEfqbB9D0NmHL8KGBUrwJi-DtzKlIeaqRcmot-6jzIY0N5OYVn6_FbPzOSVHWivDkAJxQLkLCoYm8Z/s640/The%20Shadow%20Network%20Tour%20Schedule%20Banner.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLYbsQHh5cW_gPn7ESLpOB-vNPvbePjwB6pXrCzBIPHpwuNzjpm4vSRhlTUP_bJV0BWPiy440-WwLTZEPIKmC68q15bBkwWZMCD2t1kDnyPCc2efaBXIPUGuUiYQvSerlI9RlUsaL1cPoxFSHICmrw84du920DMmjDutGL9uzmzFonjw3GJeunOEZQXo/s1313/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLYbsQHh5cW_gPn7ESLpOB-vNPvbePjwB6pXrCzBIPHpwuNzjpm4vSRhlTUP_bJV0BWPiy440-WwLTZEPIKmC68q15bBkwWZMCD2t1kDnyPCc2efaBXIPUGuUiYQvSerlI9RlUsaL1cPoxFSHICmrw84du920DMmjDutGL9uzmzFonjw3GJeunOEZQXo/w390-h640/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek%20cover.jpg" width="390" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publication Date: February 20th, 2024. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Publisher: Trappers Peak Publishing. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Page Length: Novella. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Genre: Historical Western Romance</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Two years after the devastations of war left their mark on a country torn apart, Wesley Davenport, a former soldier haunted by his experiences on the battlefield crosses paths with Leah Tennyson, a teacher who helps him heal his emotional wounds—and discovers unexpected love in the most unlikely place.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The Trail to Crooked Creek, a novella, is a tale of resilience, compassion, and the triumph of the human spirit set in the breathtaking and sometimes unforgiving landscape of post-Civil War Montana Territory.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">***</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">About the Crooked Creek Series:</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">"MK McClintock knows what readers want." ~ Readers' Favorite</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Set in post-Civil War Montana Territory, in the small town of Crooked Creek, it all started with Emma. Her story was written for a contest, but I soon realized there were more women whose tales needed to be written. The war is over between the North and the South, but the battles at home are just beginning. If you love stories of bravery and courage with unforgettable women and the men they love, you'll enjoy the Crooked Creek series. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Also Available:</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Women of Crooked Creek</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Christmas in Crooked Creek</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUb2KHHW-E-0jWiUxfZpk2nsCrgD5-vsf_x3olr3ab9mWMcCijj6HbCVmAD2zJOMzKKn7ufOm-3j75FQP74_Q6UqngRWnoDiZ5GndaSSH9GsAvlkbZqZLiAMd57BKKSISyDlJbeWHicohtUDVYKRbv0kIngyEZJGJ3PczPkdlnCLAdKVC-HNj80VBWh8/s1080/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek_graphic%205.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUb2KHHW-E-0jWiUxfZpk2nsCrgD5-vsf_x3olr3ab9mWMcCijj6HbCVmAD2zJOMzKKn7ufOm-3j75FQP74_Q6UqngRWnoDiZ5GndaSSH9GsAvlkbZqZLiAMd57BKKSISyDlJbeWHicohtUDVYKRbv0kIngyEZJGJ3PczPkdlnCLAdKVC-HNj80VBWh8/w640-h640/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek_graphic%205.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/u/bM2N08" target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Amazon</span></a></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">This title is available to read in #KindleUnlimited, and also in paperback and large print.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">MK McClintock</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNaJYIXrMIBcupYyZhyv_vW_hgznRzPoLtcSzDgaqhF5kCWboeObValblMbyEvr6oHDrKk6rgy89E4hcoqFAXHKUzKrXXOMt-bvW92i5mihlcNv5QgasZpHF10Yak0IgaaTE0eT8Q3fQevuck8OiuROJGHZZP1mlBkZyb5fe6Ps0IoU9I0cDXMX_ue3zI/s500/MK%20McClintock_author%20banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNaJYIXrMIBcupYyZhyv_vW_hgznRzPoLtcSzDgaqhF5kCWboeObValblMbyEvr6oHDrKk6rgy89E4hcoqFAXHKUzKrXXOMt-bvW92i5mihlcNv5QgasZpHF10Yak0IgaaTE0eT8Q3fQevuck8OiuROJGHZZP1mlBkZyb5fe6Ps0IoU9I0cDXMX_ue3zI/s320/MK%20McClintock_author%20banner.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b>MK McClintock</b> is an award-winning author who writes historical romantic fiction about chivalrous men and strong women who appreciate chivalry. Her stories of romance, mystery, and adventure sweep across the American West to the Victorian British Isles with places and times between and beyond. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Her works include the following series: Montana Gallaghers, Crooked Creek, British Agents, Whitcomb Springs, and the stand-alone collection, A Home for Christmas. She is also the co-author of the McKenzie Sisters Mysteries.</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">MK enjoys a quiet life in the northern Rocky Mountains. Visit her at www.mkmcclintock.com, where you can learn more about her books, explore extras, view her blog, and subscribe to receive news. </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Author Links:</span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.mkmcclintock.com" target="_blank">Website </a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/mkmcclintockbooks " target="_blank">Facebook</a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/mkmcclintock" target="_blank">Instagram </a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/mkmcclintock" target="_blank">Pinterest </a> </span></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/mk-mcclintock " target="_blank">Book Bub</a> </span></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/MK-McClintock/e/B006UV5PPI" target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Amazon Author Page </span></a></div></div><div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2024/02/blog-tour-the-trail-to-crooked-creek-by-mk-mcclintock.html " target="_blank"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tour Schedule</span></a></div><div><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho47T8yaDd40fddyU69IwPhV4Vv6NPamhUecdhTEL3NUNDNjMQQ6qWqAqN95qFGVXfPjKagnrdEHd94p6EW4FYgI2JUPF1rsZfM0Uq7RxXyw-aEYW-BMdQf0l5cbb4Quz3ND-AHWXmPIUD1aNyIyrl9rxnCd0lL4gzKGsN92qjDyEKXuOxann_kiZVU2g/s640/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek%20Tour%20Schedule%20Banner.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #666666;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho47T8yaDd40fddyU69IwPhV4Vv6NPamhUecdhTEL3NUNDNjMQQ6qWqAqN95qFGVXfPjKagnrdEHd94p6EW4FYgI2JUPF1rsZfM0Uq7RxXyw-aEYW-BMdQf0l5cbb4Quz3ND-AHWXmPIUD1aNyIyrl9rxnCd0lL4gzKGsN92qjDyEKXuOxann_kiZVU2g/w640-h360/The%20Trail%20to%20Crooked%20Creek%20Tour%20Schedule%20Banner.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1