Tuesday, 24 October 2023

Have a sneak-peek between the covers of Carolyn Hughes' fabulous novel - The Merchant’s Dilemma

 


The Merchant’s Dilemma
By Carolyn Hughes


Publication Date: 20th September 2023
Publisher: Riverdown Books
Page Length: 232 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

1362. Winchester. Seven months ago, accused of bringing plague and death from Winchester, Bea Ward was hounded out of Meonbridge by her former friends and neighbours. Finding food and shelter where she could, she struggled to make her way back to Winchester again.

Yet, once she arrived, she wondered why she’d come.

For her former lover – the love of her life – Riccardo Marchaunt, had married a year ago. And she no longer had the strength to go back to her old life on the streets. Frail, destitute and homeless, she was reduced to begging. Then, in January, during a tumultuous and destructive storm, she found herself on Riccardo’s doorstep. She had no plan, beyond hoping he might help her, or at least provide a final resting place for her poor body.

When Bea awakes to find she’s lying in Riccardo’s bed once more, she’s thankful, thrilled, but mystified. But she soon learns that his wife died four months ago, along with their newborn son, and finds too that Riccardo loves her now as much as he ever did, and wants to make her his wife. But can he? And, even if he can, could she ever really be a proper merchant’s wife?

Riccardo could not have been more relieved to find Bea still alive, when he thought he had lost her forever. She had been close to death, but is now recovering her health. He adores her and wants her to be his wife. But how? His father would forbid such an “unfitting” match, on pain of denying him his inheritance. And what would his fellow merchants think of it? And their haughty wives?

Yet, Riccardo is determined that Bea will be his wife. He has to find a solution to his dilemma… With the help of his beloved mother, Emilia, and her close friend, Cecily, he hatches a plan to make it happen.

But even the best laid plans sometimes go awry. And the path of love never did run smooth…

The Merchant’s Dilemma is a companion novel to the main series of Meonbridge Chronicles, and continues the story of Bea and Riccardo after the end of the fourth Chronicle, Children’s Fate. It is a little more romantic and light-hearted than the other Chronicles but, if you’ve enjoyed reading about the lives of the characters of Meonbridge, you will almost certainly enjoy reading The Merchant’s Dilemma too!



Excerpt

She’d claimed she was tired but, in truth, Bea was disheartened, and wanted to be alone to think. She undressed and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet and coverlet up to her chest and folding her arms across the top of it. The spring weather was improving, and the weak afternoon sun shining through the window had already made the chamber a little warmer.

But even if her body was warm, a chill had crept into her heart.

Of course, she was thrilled when Riccardo said he wanted her to be his wife. “Our future together” he’d said, and for a few moments her heart had bubbled with excitement. But then he mentioned “obstacles”. Her elation turned to frustration when she learned it might be years before they could wed. Hadn’t she already waited long enough? As for Riccardo’s idea about her keeping hidden whenever someone came to the house, it was humiliating!

And what was Riccardo’s reason for the waiting and the hiding?

He didn’t want to upset his father. But he was perfectly willing to upset her!

The idea of living in the grand mansion Riccardo had described was agreeable, of course it was. The joyful picture he painted of his childhood there was just what she’d want for her own children. Yet, surely, they could have the same such happy life in some other house?

Why wasn’t he prepared to forget his father, to leave Winchester and start a new life somewhere else? It would be exciting. But when she said she’d be happy to leave, he dismissed it, saying it’d be too hard. Yet surely a man like Riccardo, a successful, well-respected and wealthy man, would have no trouble establishing himself again?

Yet he seemed unwilling even to try.

She’d turned her back on Meonbridge and her own family, in order to be with him. Why wouldn’t he do the same for her? 

Maybe he didn’t truly love her as he said he did…

After all, he’d said he loved her when he first brought her here to live with him. He’d made her think then he’d marry her, though he never actually said so.

She thought back to their earlier conversation, when she’d reminded him how she’d heard he was getting married. He’d obviously regretted not having told her earlier. But, even if he had, it wouldn’t have made it any easier to bear.

She’d frowned. ‘You promised to look after me, to set me up in my own little house and continue seeing me. But, only a few months later, you’d abandoned me.’

‘Oh, Bea, that’s a terrible word––’

‘But a true one. Then the pestilence came, and I left Winchester, expecting to find safety in Meonbridge…’

Riccardo had looked as miserable as she felt. ‘You must believe me when I say I have never forgiven myself for all that happened to you. But Katherine was so difficult, I simply could not find the time for you as well. I had hoped, with the rooms I left you, and the gift, you could somehow start again…’ He stared at his feet. ‘I am so sorry it did not work out that way.’

Yet, despite his seeming sorrow, he’d still gone on to tell her he couldn’t marry her because of his father…

She must have dozed a while, for she found herself waking from a dream of a grand house that looked much like the de Bohuns’ back in Meonbridge. It was surrounded by woods and fields, in which a bevy of young children ran together, and the air was filled with squeals and laughter. She felt a warmth inside as the dream began to fade, but moments later it had vanished altogether.

She let her waking mind then conjure such a house, with her and Riccardo standing hand in hand at the door, watching their brood of offspring play. It was a life that, years ago, she couldn’t even have imagined for herself or any children she might bear. But maybe it was possible now? Not yet, but in a while. And, after all, it might not be all that long, for Riccardo’s father was quite old…

Was it really too much for him to ask her to be patient? 



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Carolyn Hughes 


Carolyn Hughes has lived much of her life in Hampshire. With a first degree in Classics and English, she started working life as a computer programmer, then a very new profession. But it was technical authoring that later proved her vocation, word-smithing for many different clients, including banks, an international hotel group and medical instruments manufacturers.

Although she wrote creatively on and off for most of her adult life, it was not until her children flew the nest that writing historical fiction took centre stage. But why historical fiction? Serendipity!

Seeking inspiration for what to write for her Creative Writing Masters, she discovered the handwritten draft, begun in her twenties, of a novel, set in 14th century rural England… Intrigued by the period and setting, she realised that, by writing a novel set in the period, she’d be able to both learn more about the medieval past and interpret it, which seemed like a thrilling thing to do. A few days later, the first Meonbridge Chronicle, Fortune’s Wheel, was under way.

Six published books later (with more to come), Carolyn does now think of herself as an Historical Novelist. And she wouldn’t have it any other way…

Carolyn has a Master’s in Creative Writing from Portsmouth University and a PhD from the University of Southampton.

You can connect with Carolyn through her website www.carolynhughesauthor.com and social media.

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Monday, 23 October 2023

Have a sneak-peek between the covers of David Fitz-Gerald's fabulous novel - If It’s the Last Thing I Do

 


If It’s the Last Thing I Do
By David Fitz-Gerald

Publication Date: August 15th 2023
Publisher: Historium Press
Page Length: 329 Pages
Genre: Historical Thriller

It's 1975, and Misty Menard unexpectedly inherits her father's business in Lake Placid, New York. It never occurred to her that she could wind up as the CEO of a good old-fashioned manufacturing company.

After years of working for lawyers, Misty knows a few things about the law. Her favorite young attorney is making a name for himself, helping traditionally owned companies become employee owned, using a little-known, newly-passed law. When he offers to help Misty convert Adirondack Dowel into an ESOP, pro bono, Misty jumps at the chance. 

The employees are stunned, the management team becomes hostile, and the Board of Directors is concerned. Misfortune quickly follows the business transformation. A big customer files for bankruptcy. A catastrophic ice jam floods the business. Stagflation freezes the economy. A mysterious shrouded foe plots revenge. Misty's family faces a crisis. The Trustee is convinced something fishy is going on, the appraiser keeps lowering the company's value, and the banker demands additional capital infusions. Misty thought she had left her smoking addiction and alcoholism in the past, but when a worker's finger is severed in an industrial accident, Misty relapses.

Disasters threaten to doom the troubled company. After surviving two world wars and the Great Depression, it breaks Misty's heart to think that she has destroyed her father's company. All she wants is to cement her father's legacy and take care of the people who built the iconic local business. Can a quirky CEO and her loyal band of dedicated employee owners save an heirloom company from foreclosure, repossession, and bankruptcy?




Excerpt

After the lunch break, I closed the door to Father's office for the first time in the week that I'd been there. I thought about dialing the number myself but instead called Joanne and asked her to get Attorney Ted Drake on the line. It felt like forever since I retired from the firm and I missed the camaraderie. I especially missed the enthusiastic young lawyer who specialized in the laws governing retirement plans.
"Misty, is that you?"
"Yes, Ted. It's good to hear your voice."
"Gosh, it's been a long time. I thought you said you were going to stop in and visit every once in a while."
"I know I did. You'd be surprised how busy one can get when they retire."
Ted laughed. "I don't think I'll ever retire, Misty. Maybe if I had a hobby or two. I can't even imagine retiring. It will be another century before I'm old enough for that anyway. Oh, listen to me go on. What have you been doing?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, Ted." I paused for a moment, took a breath, and said, "My father passed away, and he left me his company, so I moved home to Lake Placid in the Adirondack mountains of New York."
"Lake Placid! Why that's practically in Canada, isn't it? I thought people went south when they retired, not north. I'm terribly sorry to hear about your father, Misty."
"Thank you, Ted. That means a lot. I appreciate it."
"What are you doing about the business?"
"Well, I decided to run it myself, at least for a little while. And I wanted to talk to you about that thing you were always bragging about. I can't remember the name of it. All I can think of is esophagus, but that isn't it. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"Yes. Of course. You're talking about ESOP. That stands for Employee Stock Ownership Plan. Not esophagus. Heavens no." After a brief pause, Ted added, "Why do you want to form an ESOP, Misty?"
It was hard not to get emotional when I answered his question. "Over the past week, I've been amazed to learn about Father's employees. They work hard but never get ahead. They are fiercely loyal, but the longer they work for us, the poorer they become. Our night watchman, Stanley's house doesn't have running water. Poor Hogan's family can't afford electricity. Millie's house only has a dirt floor. It's been decades since the Great Depression, Ted. In this day and age, why are people still living like this?"
"They shouldn't have to. But you are paying a legal wage, aren't you?"
"Yes, but it's not enough. They deserve better. It pains me to hear about their finances. To think of all the money I squandered, by calling Father for emergency loans I never repaid, and what it could have meant to his employees if he paid them more instead of wasting that money on me. And then, to think of how management treats the employees. Why should they have to work for short pay and be harshly treated? They deserve respect, Ted. It breaks my heart." My voice broke and I squeezed the phone tightly in my hand before continuing. "Do you think I could buy an ESOP so that Father's employees could own the business?"
Ted chuckled. "Not exactly, Misty. You don't buy an ESOP. You form one. That's the easy part. The rest is a bit harder."
"I was afraid of that. I was hoping it would be easy. Do you think you could explain it to me?"
I hate to admit that my mind wandered as Ted went into the technical details involved in the formation of an ESOP trust and transitioning ownership of a company to it. I pictured the blond-haired lawyer's chubby, cherubic cheeks that reminded me of a cartoon chipmunk, and for a moment I was afraid that I might giggle. When he was done, I said, "Do you think we can manage all that?"
Ted was reassuring and I asked him if he could fly to New York and drive to Lake Placid. He said, "I'd be glad to come, and what's more, if you decide to go ahead, I'll do the legal work for you pro bono."
I was speechless, but managed to squeak out, "I'm so grateful, Ted. I can't wait to see you."
Before I let Ted hang up, I asked him whether he had found a wife and settled down. He said, "Not yet, Misty. I guess I work too many hours, but my big news is that I just made partner."
"Good for you, Ted. That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you." It was rare for someone to make partner so young, and it was also unusual for an unmarried man to be promoted into the ownership ranks of a prestigious law firm. I thought of Joanne and wondered whether Ted and Joanne would appreciate being fixed up together.
After we hung up, I reminded myself, "Not esophagus. An ESOP for us!"
The evening after my first meeting with the management team, I walked down the sidewalk to the store and purchased a pack of Winstons. The slogan, "Winston tastes good like a cigarette should," ran through my head. I resisted the temptation to light a smoke on the way home. By the time I closed the door behind me, the urge had passed. I tried to think about how many packs I'd bought through the years and later tossed out unopened. If I ever ripped off the cellophane, I was sure I'd be powerless to resist, and if I smoked one I'd be hopelessly hooked, yet again. It was hard to quit drinking, but giving up smoking was even tougher. I slipped the cigarettes into my dressing table drawer and tried to forget they were there.

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David Fitz-Gerald


David Fitz-Gerald writes historical fiction in his spare time, with the hope of transporting readers to another time and place.

If It's the Last Thing I Do is his 7th novel.

​Dave has worked for more than 30 years as an accountant, employee owner, and member of the management team at a "silver" ESOP (employee-owned) company. He has championed the cause in national, non-profit association leadership roles.
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Dave’s family roots run deep in the Adirondacks, going back generations. He attended college and worked at a deli in Saranac Lake during the 1980s. He spent two summers as an elf at Santa’s Workshop on Whiteface Mountain in the 1970s and is an Adirondack 46-er, which means he has hiked all of New York’s highest peaks.

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Wednesday, 18 October 2023

Read an excerpt from War Sonnets by Susannah Willey

 


War Sonnets

By Susannah Willey



Publication Date: 5th July 2023 

Publisher: Utter Loonacy Press

Page Length: 364 Pages

Genre: Historical Fiction / World War II


1942


 In the war-torn jungles of Luzon, two soldiers scout the landscape. Under ordinary circumstances they might be friends, but in the hostile environment of World War II, they are mortal enemies.


Leal Baldwin, a US Army sergeant, writes sonnets. His sights are set on serving his country honorably and returning home in one piece. But the enemy is not always Japanese…Dooley wants Leo’s job, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it…Leo finds himself fighting for his reputation and freedom.


Lieutenant Tadashi Abukara prefers haiku. He has vowed to serve his emperor honorably, but finds himself fighting a losing battle. Through combat, starvation, and the threat of cannibalism, Tadashi’s only thought is of survival and return to his beloved wife and son. As Leo and Tadashi discover the humanity of the other side and the questionable moral acts committed by their own, they begin to ask themselves why they are here at all. When they at last meet in the jungles of Luzon, only one will survive, but their poetry will live forever.





Excerpt

Beloved homeland
Parents, dear wife, and children,
I return to you!

Chapter 45

Somewhere in Luzon – July 1945

No matter where they wandered, the situation was always the same: There was no food. The water was contaminated, and they drank it anyway. They’d had nothing to eat but insects and grass since abandoning the mango tree. All over southern Luzon, the trees were stripped of fruit and bark. There was not a pig, carabao, or dog left alive. Even rats were scarce, and those that remained seemed to know to stay well away from starving humans.

Shimbu Group—the fifty thousand-member Japanese division tasked with defending southern Luzon—now numbered less than eight thousand. Broken up into small groups like Tadashi’s, they foraged for food and struggled to make their way north, where the rest of the army still fought. 

Tadashi had long since given up any hope of winning the war. He was far more occupied with simply staying alive. Two days ago, they had encountered a Japanese platoon and learned that Germany had surrendered. The platoon leader encouraged Tadashi and his men to join them, but Tadashi had an uneasy feeling that they might end up as food instead of recruits. 

The effects of starvation ruled them now. Their bodies were emaciated. They stumbled along the trails, their progress slow and aimless. Their metabolisms weren’t working properly—they were constantly too cold or too hot, their bodily functions erratic. Their muscles were so shrunken that movement was painful, and their skin cracked from dehydration. Even their minds were affected. They felt sluggish and apathetic—sometimes they had hallucinations. There were days Tadashi wanted nothing more than to sleep. He wasn’t even sure if he cared whether or not he woke up.

“Do you ever wonder why we still fight?” Kaito’s voice was weak and raspy as they settled on a downed tree for their third rest of the morning.

“You—the man who pledged undying loyalty to the emperor—ask this?” Tadashi smiled weakly. “You must be hallucinating.”

“The army may have surrendered for all we know,” Kaito said. “And if they go, why should we stay?”

Would the great Japanese Imperial Army surrender? Hundreds of officers would be required to honorably fall on their swords. Tadashi couldn’t imagine that. And how would they know if there was a surrender unless they ran across someone else who knew? 

“Nii-chan,” Kaito said but kept his eyes focused on the now-distant mountains. “Have you ever thought about quitting this war?”

“Desertion?” Tadashi started to protest, but he stopped himself and thought about it. Was it desertion if the army didn’t even know whether they were alive or dead? Was it desertion if they were simply trying to survive? He saw no honor in dying of starvation. “Where would we go? Would you surrender to the enemy?”

Kaito’s eyes went wide. “Never. I would take my own life before I would allow myself to be captured.” His face reddened. “How could you think I would dishonor the emperor like that?”

“No need to get agitated,” Tadashi said. “I simply wondered, what are your plans?”

“I don’t have any plans.” Kaito looked at the ground for a moment then looked up, his eyes filled with tears. “I just want to live. May the kami forgive me; I just want to go home.”

Tadashi touched Kaito’s shoulders. “You do what you must, Kai-chan. I cannot abandon what remains of my squad.”

“Then I will stay too, Nii-chan. We are brothers, and we stay together as brothers should.”


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Susannah Willey


Susannah Willey is a baby boomer, mother of four, grandmother of three, and a recovering nerd. To facilitate her healing, she writes novels. In past lives, she has been an office assistant, stay-at-home-mom, Special Education Teaching Assistant, School Technology Coordinator, and Emergency Medical Technician. She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Instructional Computing from S.U.N.Y. Empire State College, and a Master’s Degree in Instructional Design from Boise State University. 

Susannah grew up in the New York boondocks and currently lives in Central New York with her companion, Charlie, their dogs, Magenta and Georgie, and Jelly Bean the cat.


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Tuesday, 17 October 2023

Look who is in the Spotlight - King’s Warrior (The Owerd Chronicles) by James Gault



King’s Warrior
(The Owerd Chronicles)
By James Gault


Publication Date: 18th July 2023
Publisher: Independently Published
Page Length: 294 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

In 11th Century England, King William has achieved almost total domination of the Englisc and turns his attention to Scotland. Owerd, possibly the last of the Britons to be deemed ‘lord’, faces powerful enemies from all quarters. He seems to hold the king’s favour by a thread, which only serves to encourage others to try and bring him down. 

Treachery abounds as he tries to juggle multiple roles and prove himself and his men worthy warriors for the Norman king. But will his lust for a woman finally prove his undoing?

Note from the author

11th Century men and women were just as complex beings as we are today. Owerd, the main character in these chronicles is no different. In “King’s Warrior”, the third book of the series, he goes from violence (“…the air was filled with the clash of swords, angry shouts, and screams of the injured”) to compassion (“… Owerd had rarely, if ever, made love as tenderly as he did with Runa that night”) in the space of a day.

Happiness, fear, disgust, anger, pride and jealousy all play their part in Owerd’s character but what comes to the fore is courage, with perhaps a helping hand from fate – “wyrd” if you will.


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James Gault


James is a semi-retired Naval Captain with an abiding interest in storytelling and history. He has written a few contemporary fiction stories and a history text but lately has concentrated on historical fiction. He lives in a small coastal town in SE Australia – which provides quite a challenge when addressing medieval England with the aid of an old school atlas.

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Friday, 13 October 2023

Look who is in the Spotlight - Burning Secret by R J Lloyd



Burning Secret
By R J Lloyd 


Publication Date: 24th May 2022
Publisher: Matador
Page Length: 384 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction 

Inspired by actual events, Burning Secret is a dramatic and compelling tale of ambition, lies and betrayal. 

Born in the slums of Bristol in 1844, Enoch Price seems destined for a life of poverty and hardship-but he’s determined not to accept his lot. 

Enoch becomes a bare-knuckle fighter in London’s criminal underworld. But in a city where there’s no place for honest dealing, a cruel loan shark cheats him, leaving Enoch penniless and facing imprisonment. 

Undaunted, he escapes to a new life in America and embarks on a series of audacious exploits. But even as he helps shape history, Enoch is not content. Tormented by his past and the life he left behind, Enoch soon becomes entangled in a web of lies and secrets. 
Will he ever break free and find the happiness he craves? 

Influenced by real people and events, Enoch’s remarkable story is one of adventure, daring, political power, deceit and, in the end, the search for redemption and forgiveness.  



Excerpt

A moment later, a gust of cool fresh air struck Harry in the face. Taking a deep breath, it felt refreshing and pleasant, a welcome relief from the hot, stifling smoke, but before he could exhale, the horror of it dawned. The wind had turned and was now blowing due south towards him. This fresh, invigorating breeze fanned the glowing embers like a blacksmith’s bellows, roaring the fire back into action. Within seconds, it had again built to an inferno, destroying buildings as if made of paper and card. The blaze was worse than before, launching itself across Beaver Street, smashing into Ashley, then south into Church Street. Ten blocks disappeared in the space of minutes. Haney and his crews were seen in Newman Street running for their lives, pumps and horses abandoned. At Main Street, they regrouped to face the onslaught, but it was futile. The Church of the Immaculate Conception exploded and crashed to the ground as a pile of burning debris. At this rate of advance, it would take less than an hour before the fire levelled City Hall, the courthouse and armoury. Nothing could withstand its force. Neither brick, stone nor walls of granite provided any defence to its renewed ferocity. Harry and Munoz watched in horror as three blocks north, a pencil- thin tornado of roaring gases and jets of hot flame whipped and twisted hundreds of feet upwards. This whirlwind of fire dipped and wrapped its flowing skirt around the elegant St James Hotel before ripping it out by its roots, the whole block vanishing into the sky as a flash of blinding heat. 
Munoz grabbed Harry by the arm. ‘My God, it’s coming! Mr Mason, we must leave. The Devil himself is upon us!’ 
But the fiery orb mesmerised Harry’s attention. Munoz slapped him hard. 
‘No!’ screamed Harry. ‘I can’t lose again. I must fight.’ ‘Mr Mason, if we stay, we’ll die.’
At that moment, their attention was drawn to a commotion in the street below. Freshly arrived from Savannah, fire crews were careering up from the train station, bells clanging and horns hooting. Two large steam- driven pumps on heavy wagons, each pulled by six snarling, chestnut drays, sped wildly along West Bay Street. Harry and Munoz were transfixed as forty firefighters followed close behind, jogging in close order towards the danger. The two spectators allowed their gaze to follow the parade to the intersection with Laura Street, where Haney and his men had reassembled. Long hoses were being hurriedly unreeled and connected to the nearby jetty hydrants. 
‘Look, Mr Mason. They are preparing an action to fight. Here is where your hotel is saved,’ said Munoz, wrapping a firm hand around Harry’s wrist, dragging him away from the decking and pushing him hard through the trapdoor of their crow’s nest. Munoz came behind, helter-skelter down the wooden stairs they went, through the clock tower and into the foyer where Harry’s staff had gathered. Every one of them terrified and ready to desert. Munoz, commanding them in melodramatic style, said, ‘Come, gentlemen. Take up your buckets and follow. We will save our hotel.’ 
Outside on the street, Harry urged his men on as hot embers showered down, scorching holes in their clothes and catching their hair. Harry and Munoz jumped into a buggy and drove furiously towards Haney and his congregation of firefighters. The heat was so fierce, the buggy’s canopy burst spontaneously into flames. The horse, its eyes bulging in terror, reared and kicked, frantically whinnying in distress. Harry leapt forward, releasing the traces, allowing the terrified creature to escape at a wild gallop along West Bay. 
Harry’s band of porters, bellhops and kitchen boys ran to make up the distance, frantically pulling their hoses on two dog carts found abandoned on the sidewalk. In their grey and burgundy-striped uniforms, they had the appearance of a gang of crazed convicts. 
At the junction of West Bay and Laura Street, Haney’s men were hampered by crowds of panic-stricken refugees packing the jetties in the hope of salvation across the river. 


R J Lloyd


After retiring as a senior police officer, R J Lloyd turned my detective skills to genealogy, tracing his family history to the 16th century. However, after 15 years of extensive research, he couldn’t track down his great-great-grandfather, Enoch Price, whose wife, Eliza, had, in living memory, helped raise his mother.

It was his cousin Gillian who, after several more dead-ends, called one day to say that she had found him through a fluke encounter. Susan Sperry from California, who had recently retired, decided to explore the box of documents given to her thirty years before by her mother, which she had never opened. In the box, she found some references to her great grandfather, Harry Mason, a wealthy hotel owner from Florida who had died in 1919. It soon transpired that Susan’s great grandfather, Harry Mason, was, in fact, Enoch Price. 

From this single thread, the extraordinary story of Harry Mason began to unravel, leading R J Lloyd to visit the States to meet his newly discovered American cousins, and it was Susan Sperry and Kimberly Mason, direct descendants, who persuaded R J Lloyd to write the extraordinary story of their ancestor. 

R J Lloyd graduated from the University of Warwick with a degree in Philosophy and Psychology and a Masters in Marketing from UWE. Since leaving a thirty-year career in policing, he’s been a non-executive director with the NHS, social housing, and other charities. He lives with my wife in Bristol, spending his time travelling, writing and producing delicious plum jam from the trees on his award-winning allotment. 

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Monday, 9 October 2023

Look who is in the spotlight — Drumbeats by Julia Ibbotson



Drumbeats

By Julia Ibbotson



Publication Date: re-published June 21st, 2023

Publisher: self-published / Archbury Books

Page Length: 230 Pages

Genre: Historical Romance / Historical Mystery (20th Century)


t’s 1965, and 18 year old Jess escapes her stifling English home for a gap year in Ghana, West Africa. But it’s a time of political turbulence across the region. Fighting to keep her young love who waits back in England, she’s thrown into the physical and emotional dangers of civil war, tragedy and the conflict of a disturbing new relationship. And why do the drumbeats haunt her dreams?


This is a rite of passage story which takes the reader hand in hand with Jess on her journey towards the complexities and mysteries of a disconcerting adult world.


This is the first novel in the acclaimed Drumbeats trilogy: Drumbeats, Walking in the Rain, Finding Jess.


For fans of Dinah Jefferies, Kate Morton, Rachel Hore, Jenny Ashcroft.




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Julia Ibbotson



Award-winning author Julia Ibbotson herself spent an exciting time in Ghana, West Africa, teaching and nursing (like Jess in her books), and always vowed to write about the country and its past. And so, the Drumbeats Trilogy was born. She’s also fascinated by history, especially by the medieval world, and concepts of time travel, and has written haunting time-slips of romance and mystery partly set in the Anglo-Saxon period. 


She studied English at Keele University, England, specialising in medieval language, literature and history, and has a PhD in linguistics. She wrote her first novel at age 10, but became a school teacher, then university lecturer and researcher. Her love of writing never left her and to date she’s written 9 books, with a 10th on the way. 


Julia is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, Society of Authors and the Historical Novel Society.



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