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Friday, February 13, 2026

Read an excerpt from Gradarius by A.M. Swink #HistoricalFiction #Roman #AncientHistoricalFiction #RomanFiction @cathiedunn


Gradarius 
By A.M. Swink


WAR IS ON THE HORIZON

Sworn enemies turned lovers, Decimus and Luciana face new challenges that put their love to the test. Decimus, haunted by his past, struggles with his feelings in the present. Luciana, when confronted with her old friend Boudicca’s struggles, questions which of her loyalties is more important: her loyalty to Decimus, or her loyalty to her people? When sent to investigate a Roman traitor in Decimus’s legion, both will have to decide which side of the coming battle they’ll be on. 

Rome and Britannia are hurtling toward a reckoning. Will Decimus and Luciana find a way forward together before war tears them apart?


Publication Date: October 18th, 2025
Publisher: Historium Press
Pages: 364
Genre: Historical Romance / Historical Fiction

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EXCERPT

‘Wedge! On me!’ Decimus beckoned with his gladius. Shields linked up on either side of his as the men fell into formation. Plancus, holding the cohort standard aloft, walked behind him. To his right, Vulso took up a rallying yell: ‘Gemina!’ The rest of the men added their voices, turning heads as they marched. They engulfed their beleaguered comrades on the right flank, investing the Romans with fresh energy.

Decimus didn’t stop until his gladius crashed against an enemy sword. He quickly brought his shield up, blocking the brute’s parry. He sought his next thrust. The large Briton overcorrected, throwing his sword up to steady himself. Decimus snaked forward, plunging his blade deep in his enemy’s armpit. The warrior howled as Decimus twisted the gladius away. His skin parted with a horrible sucking noise, dark blood spouting from the wound. As the man tumbled away, Decimus’s eyes widened in recognition. It was the wiry fellow from the Silure capital, the friend of the warrior who’d nearly revealed Decimus’s true identity.

An icy finger of dread pierced his heart. He squeezed his eyes shut. Mithras god, he silently prayed, please don’t let Luciana be here. The very thought of facing the woman he loved on a battlefield was enough to make his stomach churn.

As the warrior staggered off, clutching his haemorrhaging wound, Decimus lifted his eyes. He glimpsed two men bearing the old crone Luciana had called the Ancient One. The trio surveyed the scene from the safety of the treeline. The woman’s wrinkled old face gazed expressionlessly at the violence. Her long white hair melded with her shroud, enveloping her in an otherworldly cocoon. Just before her, Taraghlan the druid waved his staff about, chanting angry curses.

Then these sights were lost to him as another warrior charged, poised to strike. The smaller, lither figure rushed up in a blue whirl, his long ponytail flying behind him. He lifted his sword high and knocked the butt against Decimus’s helmet, momentarily stunning him. Decimus came to before he planted his face against the warrior’s woad-painted chest, the aroma of sweat heavy in his nostrils. He lifted his shield, catching the warrior on the chin. The Briton yowled as he stepped back, sword arm brushing Decimus’s shoulder. The blade harmlessly grazed his cuirass and kerchief, nicking only the leather ties securing his helmet, before falling away. 

Decimus retracted behind his shield, awaiting the warrior’s next attack. When the screaming Silure charged at him, Decimus jabbed it up at just the right moment. The shield’s iron boss crushed the Silure’s nose. The man swung his weapon wildly over Decimus’s shield rim, his war cry petering into a whine. Decimus curtly knocked the blade aside with his gladius and pressed forward. The warrior toppled onto his back. Pausing only to stab the man’s groin, Decimus stepped back into the protection of the wedge.

He didn’t see the threat hurtling towards him until it was too late.

‘Sir!’

Decimus turned to see Morcant nearly upon him, dark eyes feverishly bright. The chieftain charged, sword whirling aloft. He was too close when Decimus finally saw him, swinging towards his unguarded neck before he could react. Just as Morcant’s blade sang for his throat, Vulso’s shield punched its way between them. 

Decimus stumbled aside at the shove, his crested helmet toppling off in the grass. He recovered his balance and turned to see Morcant had nearly cleaved Vulso’s shield in twain, rendering it useless. As he wrestled his sword free of the twisted wood and metal, Vulso jabbed with his gladius. The short blade disappeared into Morcant’s shoulder, and he roared. He stepped back with such force that Vulso lost his grip on the hilt before he could recover his gladius.

Vulso fumbled frantically for his dagger. Decimus watched in growing horror as the chieftain rallied again for his next assault. He lurched towards them, knowing he was already too late.

‘Vulso! No!’

Vulso helplessly lifted his busted shield to repulse Morcant’s charge. The chieftain’s sword passed directly through its gaping tear and impaled Vulso through the throat.

Decimus watched Vulso’s head snap back. The pointed edge of Morcant’s blade emerged from the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled sightlessly towards the sky, his gaping mouth spewing blood.

‘Bastard!’ Decimus screamed, pummelling his shield into Morcant’s side. The chieftain backed up with the force of the blow and neatly recovered, turning his attention to the helmetless centurion.

Decimus crouched behind his shield, panting. His trembling hand gripped his gladius at the ready.

The Silure chieftain frowned slightly, taking in the distinctive scar along Decimus’s cheek. His eyes roved up to the recently stitched line over Decimus’s brow. His gaze widened with shock. ‘Leucus!’ He growled.

His low, rasping voice curdled Decimus’s blood. It was a shade from the mouth of Hades, calling him home. Gathering himself, Decimus thrust forward, lifting the tip of his gladius to Morcant.

The weapons rang with a deafening clang as they met, blades glinting in the sun. They fell away and met again, each man thrusting his shield at the other. The blackened stumps of Morcant’s fingers, curled round the gilded hilt of his sword, hauntingly reminded Decimus of their confrontation last winter. Here they were again, back to finish what they’d started so many months ago. This time, he knew, at least one of them would die.



A.M. Swink, the author of the award-winning Roman Equestrian series, grew up in Dayton, Ohio, obsessed with two things: books and horses. After a childhood of reading, writing, showing, and riding, she moved to Lexington, Kentucky to complete three degrees and work as a college professor of reading and writing. 

She’s travelled extensively around Europe, exploring ancient sites and artefacts relating to the Iron Age and Roman era. She is fascinated by our connection to the past and the ancestral tether that draws us back into the mists of time.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Have a look at Quillan Creek and the Little War (Time Stones Book I) by Ian Hunter #QuillanCreek #YoungAdult #FantasyBooks #FantasySeries # #YardeBookPromotions @IanHunterAuthor @maryanneyarde



Quillan Creek and the Little War
(Time Stones Book I)
By Ian Hunter


Jessie Mason lives with her nose in the pages of history. But she is about to discover that the past is a dangerous place where she doesn't belong, and knowledge alone is not going to save her.

In Jessie’s troubled life her aunt is the only constant and comfort she has. But when she inexplicably disappears, and Jessie uncovers her mother's Time Stone, that unhappy life turns unreal and terrifying.

She is summoned to a world in crisis, 250 years in her past, to three unlikely companions, and the aged Onondaga shaman, Nishkamich, who promises an education in the powers of the stones which they each possess.

Over one glorious summer, Jessie reluctantly settles to village life and the developing bond with her prickly friends, until they are forced to accept that their stones are being hunted through history.

But in the depths of winter, their friendship, their wits, and the very limits of their endurance, will be tested by an unforgiving Nature as war finally erupts around them.


Praise:

"...the kind of book that one would forgo sleep to finish." 

The Coffee Pot Book Club


"...fantastical and riveting." 

booklife 


"...an exciting adventure for readers with unforgettable companions." 

The Book Commentary


Publication Date: 3rd August 2018
Publisher: MVB Marketing-und Verlagsservice des Buchhandels
Print Length: 281 Pages
Genre: Historical Fantasy 

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Books have been an important part of my life as long as I can remember, and at 54 years old, that’s a lot of books. My earliest memories of reading are CS Lewis’, “The Horse and His Boy” – by far the best of the Narnia books, the Adventures series by Willard Price, and “Goalkeepers are Different” by sports journalist Brian Glanville. An eclectic mix. My first English teacher was surprised to hear that I was reading, Le Carré, Ken Follett, Nevil Shute and “All the Presidents’ Men” by Woodward and Bernstein at the age of 12. I was simply picking up the books my father had finished.

School syllabus threw up the usual suspects – Shakespeare, Chaucer, Dickens, Hardy, “To Kill a Mockingbird” – which I have reread often, and others I don’t immediately recall. By “A” level study, my then English teachers were pulling their hair out at my “perverse waste of talent” – I still have the report card! But I did manage a pass.

During a 35 year career, briefly in Banking and then in IT, I managed to find time, with unfailing family support, to study another lifelong passion, graduating with an Open University Bachelors’ degree in History in 2002. This fascination with all things historical inspired me to begin the Time Stones series. There is so much to our human past, and so many differing views on what is the greatest, and often the saddest, most tragic story. I decided I wanted to write about it; to shine a small light on those, sometimes pivotal stories, which are less frequently mentioned.

In 1995, my wife, Michelle, and I moved from England to southern Germany, where we still live, with our two children, one cat, and, when she pays us a visit, one chocolate labrador. I have been fortunate that I could satisfy another wish, to travel as widely as possible and see as much of our world as I can. Destinations usually include places of historic and archaeological interest, mixed with a large helping of sun, sea and sand for my wife’s peace of mind.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Read an excerpt from Dance of the Earth by Anna M Holmes #HistoricalFiction #BalletHistory #BalletsRusses #TheatreHistory #BlogTour @AnnaMHolmes_ @cathiedunn


Dance of the Earth
By Anna M Holmes


From world stages to theatres of war, Dance of the Earth is a sweeping family saga.

Set against the backdrops of London’s gilded Alhambra music hall, Diaghilev’s dazzling Ballets Russes, and the upheavals of the First World War, Rose and her children, Nina and Walter, pursue their ambitions, loves, and dreams. Dance and music shape their identities, helping each to find their place in the world.

Spanning the years 1875 to 1921—an era of profound artistic and social change—fact and fiction interweave in this tapestry of birth, sacrifice, and renewal. Art—both serious and comic—is at the story’s beating heart.


Publication Date: 28 October 2025
Publisher: The Book Guild
Pages: 456
Genre: Historical Fiction

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EXCERPT

DANCE OF THE EARTH, ACT 2 

A little about Rose’s son, Walter, as a boy.

Mother, when she came in, removing her gardening hat, was remarkably gentle.

‘Walter,’ she moved forward to hug him. ‘We’ve a lot to talk about. Dora, refreshments, I think.’ Dora nodded and hurried to the kitchen as Mother led him by the hand towards chairs stacked with things to pack. They moved aside a pile of cushions and settled not quite side by side, not quite facing each other.

I am moving, Walter. This will be a big change for us both. You will not be coming with me.’ 

Her eyes were not cruel. She was stating a fact he must absorb. Against the sounds of Dora pottering in the kitchen and gushing water filling the kettle, Walter listened to things he could never have imagined. 

‘You are not my child, you see.’ Mother sat very straight, hands folded on her lap. ‘Arthur, Father, was your father but I am not your real mother.’

Mother was quickly at his side, holding him steady.

‘Oh, I have done this badly. I don’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know how best to talk about this.’ Mother’s hands were trembling as much as his own. ‘I’m sorry this is all a shock.’ She settled back in her chair and crossed her hands on her lap. ‘Now that you are twelve, you are old enough to absorb some of the truth of the world. I must tell you, no matter how painful.’

He felt a skittering in his ribs, his heart no longer keeping strict rhythm. That same heart that Mother – the woman by his side – had told him must be especially protected after Scarlet Fever. His lips clamped shut. 

‘Take a deep breath, Walter. Breathe deeply. You’re very pale.’

She drew her chair closer, their knees almost touching.

‘When you were a baby, no more than nine months, you came to live with us – we have a photo from then.’ That same framed family photo – Mother sitting, a baby (him) on her lap, Father standing, one hand on her shoulder – had taken pride of place on Father’s desk, in the small room he called his office. Was it packed away? Put aside now? He would check later. ‘That photograph was soon after we had moved here from our old house in Esher. A fresh start in Leatherhead, only several miles away, both with good train services into London for Father. No one suspected you weren’t mine.’ Mother stroked her stomach, biting her lower lip. 

‘Who?’ He squeaked, cleared his throat, before repeating, ‘Who is she – my real mother?’

‘I never met her. But yes…’ Mother paused as Dora coughed discreetly, holding a tray with cups of tea and sandwiches. ‘Just place it down.’ Seeing Dora looking around for somewhere to leave their luncheon, Mother – still Mother, surely – instructed, ‘The floor will do.’ 

Once Dora left, Mother took a breath. ‘She was a performer – music halls.’ Her lips pressed tight.

An image of a lithe acrobat flashed before his eyes, followed by a pretty songstress. ‘A singer…?’

A dancing girl!’ Walter felt a drop of salivary venom hit his cheek. ‘A cheap kind of girl. Don’t ask me where she danced. I never asked, and your father didn’t say.’

Cheap. The word sounded nasty. Nothing he associated with Father, or Mother. Or him!

‘Your mother found it hard to cope, and as we didn’t have children…’ a blotchy patch coloured Mother’s neck, ‘…your father requested that I…that I become your mother.’

Before Walter could think what to ask, she spoke quickly, as if releasing a secret held tight for far too long. ‘I tried, but your father sinned. I did my Christian duty. I did my best.’

Duty? Is that what he was to her? 

They stared at Dora’s tray, neither of them inclined to eat or drink.

‘Shall we go into the garden, Walter.’

Walking back and forth along the paved path edged with lavender and well-kept borders, Walter came to understand something of her struggles, and in those moments of loving her a little more, came a loathing for Father. How could he do this to her? Then: how could Father do this to him?

Under an apple tree he dropped to the grass, legs curled tightly into his stomach.

‘We’ll talk later.’ Mother lightly squeezed a shoulder, then left.

After the sobbing subsided, Walter rolled onto his back and through blurred eyes stared upward to where soft clouds broke up the gentle sky. He recalled Peter Pan standing legs astride, hand on hips, saying with bravado, “Don’t have a mother.” Might he find that special place for lost boys? “Second to the right and straight on till morning.” But he was no longer a little boy on the edge of Neverland.



Stories with big themes written as page-turners are Anna M Holmes’s speciality. 

With an extensive background in dance and theatre, Dance of the Earth is a story she has longed to write. Her novels—The Find, Wayward Voyage, and Blind Eye—are all typified by deep research. 

Anna worked as a radio journalist before embarking on a career in arts management. Originally from New Zealand, she now lives in South-West London.

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Friday, February 6, 2026

Read an interview with Brodie Curtis, author of Showboat Soubrette #HistoricalFiction #AmericanHistoricalFiction #HistoricalAdventure @BrodieCurtis4 @cathiedunn


Showboat Soubrette
By Brodie Curtis


FROM STAR SHOWBOAT SINGER TO PIRATE PREY ON THE WICKED RIVER!

Showboat singer Stella Parrot’s star rises in the Antebellum South with every sold-out performance along the lower Mississippi River. When a river pirate viciously assaults her, new friends Toby Freeman and John Dee Franklin foil the attack. However, the pirate’s family is bent on revenge.

Stella, Toby, and John Dee escape their riverboat with able assistance from young cub pilot Sam Clemens, only to be pursued by the notorious Burton Gang. As the trio runs for their lives, mortal perils await at every turn: a fierce storm, high-stakes gambling confrontations, deadly combat, and a cotton boat up in flames. Stella, a Cherokee Indian, and Toby, a free Black man, and their friend White man John Dee endure relentless racial prejudices and injustices in the gritty underbelly of the Wicked River while fleeing to New Orleans—where the Burtons will be waiting!

SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE’s fast-paced lower river adventure chase features romantic showboat scenes and is unsparing in its exploration of the bigoted and sometimes lawless riverboat era.


Publication Date: December 10, 2025
Publisher: Westy Vistas Books
Pages: 367
Genre: Historical Fiction

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INTERVIEW

Writing Interview Questions.

Why did you choose to write your book in this era?

I grew up a short drive from where the borders of Illinois, Iowa and Missouri intersect on the Mississippi River. Down the river a ways is the setting of SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE. Families of affluent friends had river camps and pontoon boats, making a boating or fishing outing a special treat for lads like me, so I’ve always been a bit infatuated with the Big River. I remember wistfully thinking that ‘really making it in life’ would be one of the stately houses high on the riverbank that loomed over river towns like Quincy, Illinois, Hannibal, Missouri, and Burlington, Iowa. 

The seeds of SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE were likely sown decades ago, when Dad packed us into the station wagon for a drive to Hannibal and the world of Mark Twain. I remember traipsing around the cave he made famous, marveling at a replica of his white-washed fence, but most of all begging to be able to take home his books from the gift shop. Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, A Connecticut Yankee, Pudd’nhead Wilson. I wanted all of them!

Ultimately, extended family lore led me to this story. We have a charcoal portrait of a beautiful young Cherokee woman. She was referenced in a family letter from long ago that indicates this woman walked the Trail of Tears in 1838. We also have an old letter that describes the family’s migration from North Carolina to Missouri in the Antebellum South. A little White boy traveled across country by wagon train accompanied by a young Black boy. I don’t have other details about the lives of these three. My book is a “whole cloth” imagining of how they might have interacted.

Did you find researching this era particularly difficult? What was the hardest thing to find out, and did you come across anything particularly surprising?

There are a couple of difficulties to researching the Antebellum South. Of course, mid-19th century historical resources tend to concentrate on the years after the period ended, in other words the American Civil War, or War Between the States. In addition, writings on the realities of the institution of slavery during the Antebellum South are not as plentiful as one might imagine; and examining them can of course be heart-wrenching. 

To understand a historical period, I’ve found the best sources are often the words of those who bore witness. Frederick Law Olmsted was a renowned Northerner (he later was one of the developers of New York’s Central Park and served as a commissioner of that unique urban park) who left an invaluable account of his travels through slave states in the decade preceding the Civil War: The Cotton Kingdom: A Traveller’s Observations on Cotton and Slavery in the American Slave States, 1853-1861. Olmsted’s memoirs record societal racist attitudes and practices teeming with an abject cruelty that is almost beyond belief today. Solomon Northrup’s tragic story of being kidnapped and sold into bondage in the Deep South for twelve years is recounted in Twelve Years a Slave. 

While I can’t say that research findings regarding Antebellum South racial hatred were surprising, I found that researching constraints to my characters’ mixed-race romantic desires raised my ire. A Black man’s observed affections towards a White woman could result in a whipping or even lynching. Societal racist attitudes were codified in laws against White and Black romantic partnering. Anti-miscegenation laws criminalized interracial marriages. Yet privileged slave-owning planters seemed to make their own rules regarding interracial relations. One of my characters is told by a wizened old doctor that “there weren’t a fine-featured Black woman on the lower river who hadn’t had to deal with a White man.”

Sources that illuminated riverboat life in Antebellum times were likewise less plentiful than I anticipated. With a nod to Sam Clemens as a supporting character in SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE, my study of the period started with Twain’s Life on the Mississippi, which captures the majesty and navigational dangers of the mighty Mississippi during his cub pilot days. George Devol was a long-time riverboat gambler who recounted many violent, lawless, and sometimes humorous incidents in his autobiography: Forty Years a Gambler on the Mississippi.

In terms of a surprising find about river life, an incredible number of ships had sunk on the Mississippi and other American waterways by the mid-19th century. Perhaps 400 steamboats rested at the bottom of the Mississippi River by 1860 due to snags, fires, collisions and explosions causing loss of life in the hundreds or perhaps thousands. 

Can you share something about the book that isn’t covered in the blurb? 

SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE contains a scene in which a kind Black family gives shelter to my three protagonists as they flee from river pirates. The family had once been slaves, freed by a plantation owner’s widow, and now live in a spartan existence along the river. The husband and wife are kind and generous with their few resources and maintain a loving, nurturing environment within their family unit. But they must rely on big plantations for riverboat-loading work and at all times keep a wary eye out for soul-stealing slave hunters who would capture and sell them for profit, notwithstanding their freedom. During the Antebellum South on the Lower River, a freed Black person wasn’t truly free.

If you had to describe your protagonist(s), in three words, what would those three words be and why? 

Stella Parrot – Star. Resilient. Awakening. Stella is a rising star, the center of every audience’s attention and aspires to even greater heights, perhaps to match the Swedish Nightingale, the leading diva of the day. Stella is a survivor. As a young woman, she suffered sexual abuse before getting her chance to sing on stage. Even now as a star, she must overcome racial prejudice. If the show falls flat, “as a woman of color she’d take the blame.” Life in the spotlight is a knife’s edge for Stella, but her singing is top notch and her future is bright until a river pirate viciously assaults her. Two new friends, Toby Freeman and John Dee Franklin, come to her aid and she finds herself completely reliant on them for survival. Can she find her own inner strength to overcome mortal perils as the three flee from the river pirates? As her alliance with Toby and John Dee deepens, Stella begins to wonder if something, namely romance and passion, is missing in her life.

Toby Freeman – Wronged. Courageous. Loyal. Toby is a handsome and physically strong young Black man. Enslaved in his youth, he is free now, and his memories of the horrible realities of involuntary servitude often shape his reactions to situations. His emotional rudder is a strong sense of right and wrong. Toby’s essential conflict is to survive, and prosper to the extent he can, in a world of harsh social divisions. He conducts business successfully on the Lower River, arm in arm with his life-long White friend, John Dee Franklin. Yet, ever-lurking in Toby’s world are pervasive societal and institutional prejudices that can threaten his freedom or even his life at any time. Toby courageously intervenes when a pirate assaults Stella, then must run for his life and count on John Dee more than ever. Reflections in quiet moments during the chase cultivate Toby’s yearnings for a place where he can love whoever he wants, free of racism. Can he find a place where he can prosper as a Black businessman, and maybe raise a family, even if doing so jeopardizes his partnership with John Dee? 

John Dee Franklin. Charismatic. Driven. Loyal. John Dee is an energetic White man with a passion for making money, whether by means of commerce or in the card room. He forges trading and gambling contacts up and down the Mississippi. He appreciates the company of beautiful women, turns a witty phrase and spins engaging yarns. Toby Freeman is always at John Dee’s side and has been since they were young boys. A faint resemblance between the two men causes Stella to question whether they are half-brothers. Brothers by blood or not, Toby is the most important thing in John Dee’s life and maintaining Toby’s freedom in a world of institutional slavery is paramount to John Dee. John Dee will do just that by any means necessary, whether ruse or violence. But reconciling his love of Riverboat adventures with Toby’s dream of a better life may be impossible.


What was the most challenging part about writing your book? 

SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE’s essential conflict deals with the stark social divisions during the Antebellum Period on the Lower Mississippi River. My characters must deal with and overcome inequities that are almost beyond belief today. Perhaps my most instructive research sources were eye witness accounts of events that took place during the institution of slavery. Reading passages from these sources gave me emotions ranging from profound sadness to fury.

Was there anything that you edited out of this book that would have drastically affected the story, should it be left in? 

In the Antebellum South the Lower River could be lawless, unjust, and incredibly violent. My protagonists find themselves chased by river pirates in a harrowing adventure that draws on all these elements. I toned down a violent assault scene as I revised my manuscript. I think there is a fine line between violence that evokes revelatory character actions and moves the story forward, and violence that is distracting and off-putting. I tried to toe that line.

What are you currently working on? 

I am hard at work on a sequel that takes my protagonists into the American Civil War. Questions that need to be answered are raised about the future of romantic relationships at the end of SHOWBOAT SOUBRETTE. We get into those, and characters must determine whose side they’re on. An outcome determinative Civil War campaign was Grant’s taking of the city of Vicksburg on the Mississippi River. I see my characters playing an espionage role involving some of the key military figures in the Vicksburg campaign that just might have a hand in turning the tide. 

What would you tell an aspiring author who had some doubts about their writing abilities? 

Invest some time learning the craft of writing. After you’ve done that, your confidence grows, and your output increases, as does the quality of words on the paper. In my case, I received some harsh criticism about my early efforts on my debut novel. You see, I had never been trained in creative writing or writing fiction but I’d written tens of thousands of pages of legal memorandums, business letters, and corporate reports. When inspiration for my story struck, I was certain I could write a novel. Actor, action, subject. No problem. But some very talented professionals disabused me of that notion with their comments to my first manuscript. I thought seriously about throwing my pen in the bin and heading to the driving range. But instead,  I put the pen down, and set about educating myself on the craft of writing and building some skills. For probably half a year, I read writing instructional books and blogs, and did innumerable writing exercises. Viewpoint, voice, the narrative, sourcing, premise, themes, suspense, raising the stakes. Then I rewrote, with confidence in my new skills and a most certainly a higher level of competence.


Personal Interview Questions.


What do you like to do when you are not writing? 

I’m at a flexible enough stage in life to pursue quite a few things. Together with wife Sue, we travel a fair bit. Most of it is centered around our boys, but their activities and lives have allowed us to see so many great places. The oldest is in Boston—is there a better city in the US? Our youngest is currently “studying” abroad in Sydney so we have a great excuse to go there! At home, we love to hit a good restaurant and I do lots of road biking to deal with the calories!

What did you want to be when you grew up? 

Growing up, Dad was a college football coach. Sports were a centerpiece for us. So I always wanted to be a professional athlete. I tried lots of sports and made it to the college level when a lack of talent doomed that passion!

What’s for dinner tonight? What would you rather be eating? 

Tonight, we have our son and niece for a terrific dinner at the Oyster Inn. If I had my preference, I’d be enjoying the delicious creation of one of my dear friends and master chefs Kenny, RJ or Dave on the deck during a pleasant evening overlooking the lake.

What would be a perfect day? 

A lot of summer days at the lake are perfect. Have a morning cup of brew and catch up on world goings-on. Write or more likely revise for a good while. Prep the bikes and take off with Sue for a long ride on country roads, appreciating the growing crops, birds and serenity of Great Midwest farmlands. An afternoon of reading, maybe sprinkling in some frisbee time with our Border Collie Bandit and maybe watering the beautiful annuals on the deck and around the house. Dinner on the deck overlooking the serene lake with friends.

What is the best part of your day? 

Late afternoon chats with Sue to catch up on our respective days, maybe with a glass of wine or a cup of tea.


Either or!

Tea or coffee: Coffee, but a cup of tea in the afternoon especially on chilly Colorado days. 

Hot or cold: Hot!

Movie or book: Book.

Morning person or Night owl: Morning person.

City or country: I have it both ways: City house in Denver and lake house in the country in the Great Midwest.

Social Media or book: Book.

Paperback or ebook: Paperback.



Raised in the Midwest, Brodie Curtis was educated as a lawyer and left the corporate world to embrace life in Colorado with his wife and two sons. 

Curtis is the author of THE FOUR BELLS, a novel of The Great War, which is the product of extensive historical research, including long walks through the fields of Flanders, where much of the book's action is set. His second novel, ANGELS AND BANDITS, takes his protagonists into The Battle of Britain. Curtis’ third novel is set on a Mississippi Riverboat prior to the Civil War.

A lover of history, particularly American history and the World Wars, Curtis reviews historical fiction for the Historical Novels Review and more than 100 of his published reviews and short takes on historical novels can be found on his website: brodiecurtis.com.  


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Thursday, February 5, 2026

Have a look at The Relic Keeper by Heidi Eljarbo #HistoricalFiction #blogtour #YardeBookPromotions @HeidiEljarbo @maryanneyarde


The Relic Keeper
By Heidi Eljarbo


Italy, 1620.

Angelo is an orphan, lonely and forgotten. Having been passed on from one family to the next, he ends up as a common thief, subject to and under the thumb of a ruthless robber called Tozzo.

Angelo knows no other life and has lost hope that any chance of providence will ever replace his lonely, misfortunate existence. When he loses his master, his livelihood is shaken. Tozzo’s plunder is hidden in a safe place, but what will happen if someone comes after Angelo to get their hands on the stolen relics? More than that, he feels threatened by words he’s heard too many times; that he’ll always remain unforgiven and doomed.

One day, a priest invites Angelo to help with chores around the church and rectory and, in exchange, offers him room and board. Padre Benedetto’s kindness and respect are unfamiliar and confusing, but Angelo’s safety is still a grave concern. Two older robbers have heard rumors about the hidden treasures and will stop at nothing to attain them.

With literary depictions and imagery, Angelo’s story is a gripping and emotional journey of faint hope and truth in seventeenth-century Italy—an artistic and audacious tale that crosses paths with art collector Vincenzo Giustiniani and the powerful Medici family.


Praise:

“The Relic Keeper” ultimately stands as a radiant celebration of hope, kindness, and the beauty that emerges when wounded souls dare to reach towards the light. It is a story to savour, reflect upon, and carry with you — an unforgettable addition to Eljarbo’s heartfelt repertoire of novels that bring history to life.

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Publication Date: 18th November 2025
Publisher: Independently Published
Page Length: 162
Genre: Historical Fiction

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HEIDI ELJARBO grew up in a home full of books, artwork, and happy creativity. She is the author of historical novels filled with courage, hope, mystery, adventure, and sweet romance during challenging times. She’s been named a master of dual timelines and often writes about strong-willed women of past centuries.

After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She lives with her husband on a charming island and enjoys walking in any kind of weather, hugging her grandchildren, and has a passion for art and history. Her family’s chosen retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summer and ski the vast white terrain during winter.

Heidi’s favorites are her family, God's beautiful nature, and the word whimsical.

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Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Read an excerpt from Fire between Two Skies by R. F. Whong #HistoricalFiction #AsianFiction @RWuwong @GoddessFish



Fire between Two Skies
By R. F. Whong


Across centuries—power and peril—one fire endures.

Two eras. One relentless quest for truth amid desires and temptation. Across the centuries, two men are bound by parallel destinies that echo through time. Book 3 of this dual-time odyssey delves deep into the passions and struggles that connect their worlds.

In 2022 Hong Kong, Jason Guan, after losing his job as an assistant supervisor for wetland conservation, joins his uncle’s real-estate business. A chance meeting with his high school classmate, Vivian Jiang, draws him into a web of secrecy, seduction, and moral compromise. Amid the chaos, he and his wife, Debra, read an unpublished manuscript by her father, a celebrated writer, about the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom (1851–1864) and a man’s futile pursuit of justice and peace on earth.

In nineteenth-century China, Zhang Xin, an orphan saved from the streets by Missionary Issachar Jacox Roberts, is swept into the fiery rebellion of the Taiping movement. Torn between the dream of a just kingdom, his forbidden love for Miao Lan, and his loyalty to his ruthless brother, Xin reckons with doubt, conscience, and the cost of faith.

When greed and exploitation eclipse justice, both men must navigate their respective perils. Will they prevail or be consumed?

At once a political thriller and a historical epic, this novel tracks the embers that survive every age.


Genres: Historical Fiction / Asian Fiction
Pages: 236

Grab a copy HERE!

EXCERPT

Even in October, humidity seeped in. In the sea of pedestrians with face masks, Jason Guan trudged ahead. The city hadn’t been the same since the pandemic. Being a Realtor after he lost his job as an assistant supervisor for the Mai Po wetland conservation turned out to be tougher than he’d anticipated. The property market had become a temple. Some arrived to worship, others to offer sacrifices, while most lingered at the margins. The value of stability spiraled into abstraction.

He ducked into Le Jardin, a French café everyone Instagrammed. It had just reopened. Inside, the scent of baked croissants swirled around.

In the corner window, a woman sat, poised as if she were a sculpture poured into a tailored charcoal suit, all clean angles and an odd, quiet gravity. The hairs along Jason’s arms lifted. Instincts prickled. His mind skidded from face to memory to name while the rest of him stood there like an idiot. He stared too long. Time kinked. “Vivian Jiang?” The name scraped out before he knew it.

She looked up from her phone. Her jaw dropped. “Jason Guan?”

How many years had it been? Ten? Longer? He stepped forward.

Vivian stood, graceful and confident, but a tautness coiled behind that poise, as if she were ready to spring. He touched his chin. An old image from his high school days at the Methodist Academy flashed in his mind. Didn’t she always hide at the back of the class?

From a young age, I cultivated a profound love of reading and writing. I would spend hours at the library, devouring every book on a single shelf before moving on to the next. It seems I have a longing that can’t be satisfied by reality. Immersing myself in literature allows me to escape into worlds where I could become someone graceful, witty, and popular.

Currently, I work for a small biotech company and have published 120+ scientific books and papers. As a latecomer to the world of creative writing, I’ve released several books under different pen names. R. F. Whong is the pen name used for publishing fiction titles, whereas Ruth Wuwong is the chosen name for non-fiction books. I’m delighted to share that I’ve been named a Featured Author by the Minnesota Anoka County Library in 2025 and by the Suffolk Virginia Authors Festival in 2026. One of my books, Echoes over Stormy Sea, won a few awards, including being chosen by readers as a winner in the 2025 HOLT Medallion Contest.

I’m married to my wonderful husband, a retired pastor who encourages me to pursue my dreams. We served together at three different churches from 1987 to 2020. Our adult son works in a nearby city.

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Read an excerpt from Fire Between Two Skies (Dual-time Odyssey Book 3) by R. F. Whong #HistoricalFiction @RWuwong @GoddessFish


Fire Between Two Skies
(Dual-time Odyssey Book 3)
By R. F. Whong

Across centuries—power and peril—one fire endures.

Two eras. One relentless quest for truth amid desires and temptation. Across the centuries, two men are bound by parallel destinies that echo through time. Book 3 of this dual-time odyssey delves deep into the passions and struggles that connect their worlds.

In 2022 Hong Kong, Jason Guan, after losing his job as an assistant supervisor for wetland conservation, joins his uncle’s real-estate business. A chance meeting with his high school classmate, Vivian Jiang, draws him into a web of secrecy, seduction, and moral compromise. Amid the chaos, he and his wife, Debra, read an unpublished manuscript by her father, a celebrated writer, about the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom (1851–1864) and a man’s futile pursuit of justice and peace on earth.

In nineteenth-century China, Zhang Xin, an orphan saved from the streets by Missionary Issachar Jacox Roberts, is swept into the fiery rebellion of the Taiping movement. Torn between the dream of a just kingdom, his forbidden love for Miao Lan, and his loyalty to his ruthless brother, Xin reckons with doubt, conscience, and the cost of faith.

When greed and exploitation eclipse justice, both men must navigate their respective perils. Will they prevail or be consumed?

At once a political thriller and a historical epic, this novel tracks the embers that survive every age.


Genres: Historical Fiction / Asian Fiction
Page Length: 236

Grab a copy HERE!

EXCERPT 

Even in October, humidity seeped in. In the sea of pedestrians with face masks, Jason Guan trudged ahead. The city hadn’t been the same since the pandemic. Being a Realtor after he lost his job as an assistant supervisor for the Mai Po wetland conservation turned out to be tougher than he’d anticipated. The property market had become a temple. Some arrived to worship, others to offer sacrifices, while most lingered at the margins. The value of stability spiraled into abstraction.

He ducked into Le Jardin, a French café everyone Instagrammed. It had just reopened. Inside, the scent of baked croissants swirled around.

In the corner window, a woman sat, poised as if she were a sculpture poured into a tailored charcoal suit, all clean angles and an odd, quiet gravity. The hairs along Jason’s arms lifted. Instincts prickled. His mind skidded from face to memory to name while the rest of him stood there like an idiot. He stared too long. Time kinked. “Vivian Jiang?” The name scraped out before he knew it.

She looked up from her phone. Her jaw dropped. “Jason Guan?”

How many years had it been? Ten? Longer? He stepped forward.

Vivian stood, graceful and confident, but a tautness coiled behind that poise, as if she were ready to spring. He touched his chin. An old image from his high school days at the Methodist Academy flashed in his mind. Didn’t she always hide at the back of the class?


From a young age, I cultivated a profound love of reading and writing. I would spend hours at the library, devouring every book on a single shelf before moving on to the next. It seems I have a longing that can’t be satisfied by reality. Immersing myself in literature allows me to escape into worlds where I could become someone graceful, witty, and popular.

Currently, I work for a small biotech company and have published 120+ scientific books and papers. As a latecomer to the world of creative writing, I’ve released several books under different pen names. R. F. Whong is the pen name used for publishing fiction titles, whereas Ruth Wuwong is the chosen name for non-fiction books. I’m delighted to share that I’ve been named a Featured Author by the Minnesota Anoka County Library in 2025 and by the Suffolk Virginia Authors Festival in 2026. One of my books, Echoes over Stormy Sea, won a few awards, including being chosen by readers as a winner in the 2025 HOLT Medallion Contest.

I’m married to my wonderful husband, a retired pastor who encourages me to pursue my dreams. We served together at three different churches from 1987 to 2020. Our adult son works in a nearby city.

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