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Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Have a look at Owerd the Briton by James Gault #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @ozjimg @cathiedunn


Owerd the Briton
By James Gault


In Saxon England of the 1060s, the prospects for Owerd are grim. He is a Briton; son of a miller; and looks like a Dane. The Church beckons, as does a warrior life but he must first learn his ‘station’ with frequent humiliation. 

Fate lends a hand in rewarding his courage but as his lot improves the Normans invade. Does he fight them or aid them? 

His loyalties are tested by events involving violence, loss, love and fate as he tries to manage the balance between security and oppression.


Publication Date: 24 July 2022
Publisher: Independently published
Page Length: 365 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

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James, or Jim by preference, was a successful mariner who spent much of his life at sea mucking around in ships and boats. That was the relatively adventurous part of his life, encompassing a good slice of the world and its ever-changing challenges and joys, from violent wars and cyclones to glorious sunrises and oceans of tranquillity.

These days the stability of reading and writing are preferred, especially writing about the fictional adventures of others. He enjoys the company of his wife Sally and Labrador dog Pippa in a small coastal town in Australia.


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Monday, October 10, 2022

Read an interview with Alison Morton, author of JULIA PRIMA #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @alison_morton @cathiedunn


JULIA PRIMA
By Alison Morton


“You should have trusted me. You should have given me a choice.”

AD 370, Roman frontier province of Noricum. Neither wholly married nor wholly divorced, Julia Bacausa is trapped in the power struggle between the Christian church and her pagan ruler father. 

Tribune Lucius Apulius’s career is blighted by his determination to stay faithful to the Roman gods in a Christian empire. Stripped of his command in Britannia, he’s demoted to the backwater of Noricum – and encounters Julia.

Unwittingly, he takes her for a whore. When confronted by who she is, he is overcome with remorse and fear. Despite this disaster, Julia and Lucius are drawn to one another by an irresistible attraction.

But their intensifying bond is broken when Lucius is banished to Rome. Distraught, Julia gambles everything to join him. But a vengeful presence from the past overshadows her perilous journey. Following her heart’s desire brings danger she could never have envisaged…


Publication Date: August 23rd, 2022
Publisher: Pulcheria Press
Page Length: 335 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

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INTERVIEW

Writing Interview questions.

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

JULIA PRIMA was inspired by my Roma Nova series readers. They wanted to know how and why the modern Roma Nova, the imaginary country where my heroines have their adventures, was founded back at the end the 4th century. Who were the people who had stood up for their values in the face of lethal threats and eventually torn themselves away from everything they knew?  

In the rest of the Roma Nova series, the modern-day characters often refer to their legendary ancestors – Julia Bacausa and Lucius Apulius – so when readers urged me on, I knew I had to tell their story. JULIA PRIMA tells how Julia and Lucius met and Julia’s choice between security and comfort in a loveless marriage or making the dangerous journey across a deteriorating Roman Empire to be with Lucius.

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

I’ve been a ‘Roman nut’ since I was eleven and clambered over much of Roman Europe but however well it seems to flow, every scene has its own needs and traps. Ancient Rome lasted 1,229 years and a lot changed over that time. For us, that number of years would take us back to the AD 790s!

To avoid the obvious gaps and anachronisms, I ruthlessly asked others for help. One author friend who has ridden since childhood and writes historical fiction herself stopped me making daft mistakes with horse details. All I knew about Roman horses was that there were no stirrups and that the saddles had four supporting horns. Another Roman fiction writer gave me some excellent advice about travel and recommended the wonderful Travel in the Ancient World by Lionel Casson, a book full of information about road and sea journeys. 

The most intensive work was checking the towns and way stations had existed in AD 370 and pinpointing their correct names at the time and locations so I could make maps for the readers. Some swearing and perspiration were involved at that stage…

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

Like all the Roma Nova stories, JULIA PRIMA is a standalone, although connected to the others, and it’s the most romantic of the series. All the books have a central love relationship, but there are probably more thrills in the modern stories!  It was a true pleasure writing in the ancient past and exploring the mindset of a woman living in a frontier province, Noricum, in the fourth century at a time when there was so much change in the air.

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

Passionate, impulsive, courageous. When Julia loves, be it her father, her lover or her country, it’s full throttle. She is emotionally driven, so is often impulsive. But when she acts, she doesn’t shirk the consequences, whether it’s defending herself or others, or owning up to making mistakes.

What was the most challenging part about writing your book?

Completing the first draft! Although you might know your characters and have researched the settings, then worked out how the story develops, it takes physical and mental effort to get 100,000 words on paper (or in a computer file). Once I write The End, I breathe a deep sigh of relief. Then I go back to the beginning and worki on it, sentence by sentence to polish and hone it before it goes to my editors.

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

Strangely enough, my editors and I found that a few things had to be added! These were mostly minor tweaks, but I decided I needed a prologue. Authors and readers are divided about prologues, but this one set up the back plot, so I was very pleased with the way it made the whole story stronger.

What are you currently working on?

I’m about to dive into the sequel to JULIA PRIMA which covers the enormously important decision behind the foundation of Roma Nova in AD 395. We’ll meet Julia’s family and those of her friends and find out what their part in the story was.

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

Persist! You have a right to express yourself in writing. Practice really does make perfect. Everybody writes for a different reason: for pleasure, for publication, for recording family history, for recognition, to get a burning story out, or for a combination of any of these. Seek out courses and join a writing group or association where you can discuss your writing with others and learn from them. I’ll tell you a secret – no writer, however illustrious or successful, is ever satisfied with what they produce, but they learn to live with it. Then they go on to write the next story.


Personal Interview questions.

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

Sleep and eat! More seriously, I love swimming, gardening and walking around the French countryside where I live. And I’m often on a plane going to the UK, US or Ireland to give talks on writing and history.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

A princess! Yes, really. I ended up being a City worker, serving six years in the military and working as a professional translator and business owner before taking to writing – all rather a far cry from that fairy-tale princess!

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

As I write this, I’m staying at my son and daughter-in-law’s in the UK and we’re having bacon and prawn risotto – delicious! I’m always open to offers of cake and chocolate…

What would be a perfect day?

5,000 easy flowing words in the morning, a light lunch followed by a swim in the sea, then a visit to an impressive Roman amphitheatre and finishing with dinner with Steve, my husband, overlooking the Bay of Naples and glass of Gavi in my hand.

What is the best part of your day?

Watching the sun rise at dawn or the sun set at dusk – both miracles of nature.


Either or!

Tea or coffee: Both, but mostly tea

Hot or cold: Warm

Movie or book: Book (but I love movies, too!)

Morning person or night owl: Mid-morning person

City or country: Country town

Social media or book: Book

Paperback or ebook:  Both

As you can tell, I’m a fence-sitter. That’s the problem with being a Libra!



Alison Morton writes award-winning thrillers featuring tough but compassionate heroines. Her nine-book Roma Nova series is set in an imaginary European country where a remnant of the ancient Roman Empire has survived into the 21st century and is ruled by women who face conspiracy, revolution and heartache but with a sharp line in dialogue. 

She blends her fascination for Ancient Rome with six years’ military service and a life of reading crime, historical and thriller fiction. On the way, she collected a BA in modern languages and an MA in history.  

Alison now lives in Poitou in France, the home of Mélisende, the heroine of her latest two contemporary thrillers, Double Identity and Double Pursuit. Oh, and she’s writing the next Roma Nova story.

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Sunday, October 9, 2022

Read an excerpt from The Conjuror’s Apprentice (The Tudor Rose, Book 1) by G.J. Williams #HistoricalFiction #medieval #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @GJWilliams92 @maryanneyarde


The Conjuror’s Apprentice
(The Tudor Rose, Book 1)
By G.J. Williams


Born with the ability to hear thoughts and feelings when there is no sound, Margaretta Morgan’s strange gift sees her apprenticed to Doctor John Dee, mathematician, astronomer, and alchemist. Using her secret link with the hidden side and her master’s brilliance, Margaretta faces her first murder mystery. Margaretta and Dee must uncover the evil bound to unravel the court of Bloody Mary. 

The year is 1555. This is a time ruled by fear. What secrets await to be pulled from the water?

The Conjuror’s Apprentice takes real people and true events in 1555, into which G J Williams weaves a tale of murder and intrigue. Appealing to readers of crime and well researched historical fiction alike, this is the first in a series which will follow the life, times, plots and murders of the Tudor Court.


Publication Date: October 6th 2022
Publisher: RedDoor Press
Page Length: 320 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction


EXCERPT

Master Robert Meldrew was waiting on the steps of the Savoy, hands clasped in anxiety. He was pale, strained, and constantly rolled his lips together in fear. ‘Thank you for coming,’ he muttered as he opened the carriage door. ‘Another dreadful affair has darkened this place.’

Fear. Gnawing fear. The images will not leave your mind. You want it all to stop. What if it’s you next time? What if you were seen?

As if he felt her looking at him, Robert Meldrew turned to look at Margaretta. ‘Your servant again. She always travels with you?’

‘No, no,’ dismissed Dee, stepping out. ‘Margaretta is simply in the carriage as I will take her to where she will work for the next few days.’ He gave money to the carriage man. ‘Though we will continue by wherry. Not paying for a man to sit and wait.’ With that he turned, ignoring the carriage driver’s scowl.

‘Come, master. We need to know what has happened here.’ 

Sitting in the office, Dee looked greedily at the books, scanning the shelves for another to borrow. Robert poured small beer but this time his hands trembled. Margaretta sat quietly, watching, listening, feeling.

Dee started the interrogation. ‘So, tell me in detail. What has happened?’

‘Just as before. A body in the water.’

‘Found by the wherrymen?’

‘No. By me. I walk early in the evening. I saw a shape on the shore which was not a stone and went to look at it. That is when I saw… Oh, God.’ He put his hand to his mouth and closed his eyes as if trying to stop himself from being sick.

Lying. You are lying. Every time you speak the muscles in your jaw flinch. You are withholding or hiding something. You feel horror. You have seen something, heard something. I see an image. Something dark. Then a person. You are thinking of words.

‘Was he alive, like Jonas?’

‘No. Dead. Horribly beaten.’

‘So how did you know to alert Lord Cecil?’

With this, Robert opened his desk and pulled out a small object, and placed it on the desk. It was another seal. ‘Just as before. Around his neck.’



After a career as a business psychologist for city firms, G.J. Williams has returned to her first passion – writing tales of murder, mystery and intrigue. Her psychology background melded with a love of medieval history, draws her to the twists and turns of the human mind, subconscious powers and the dark-side of people who want too much. 

She lives between Somerset and London in the UK and is regularly found writing on a train next to a grumpy cat and a bucket of tea.


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Thursday, October 6, 2022

Read an interview with Heidi Eljarbo, author of Brushstrokes from the Past (Soli Hansen Mysteries Book 4) #HistoricalFiction #solihansenmysteries #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @HeidiEljarbo @cathiedunn


Brushstrokes from the Past
(Soli Hansen Mysteries Book 4)
By Heidi Eljarbo


A Historical Art Mystery

WWII and the mid-seventeenth century are entwined in this fourth dual timeline novel about Nazi art theft, bravery, friendship, and romance.

April 1945. Art historian Soli Hansen and her friend Heddy arrive at an excavation site only to find Soli’s old archeology professor deeply engrossed in an extraordinary find in a marsh. The remains of a man have lain undisturbed for three centuries, but there’s more to this discovery…

1641. In Amsterdam, French musketeer Claude Beaulieu has had his portrait done by his close friend and artist Rembrandt van Rijn. When a band of thieves steal the precious painting, Claude and his wife Annarosa Ruber pick up their swords and a few belongings and go after the culprits.

Set in Norway during the tumultuous last days of the second world war, as well as the peak of the glorious baroque art period, these two stories are a must for readers who love historical fiction with adventure, suspense, and true love that conquers all.

Perfect for fans of Kate Morton, Lucinda Riley, Kathleen McGurl, Rhys Bowen, and Katherine Neville.

As Soli tries to understand who the baroque man was and discovers what he carried in a sealed wooden tube, problems arise. A leak reveals the finds to the notorious Lieutenant Colonel Heinz Walter, and soon, both Nazi elite and the Gestapo are after the treasure.

When Heddy and the professor disappear along with the artwork, Soli and her resistance group must find them before it’s too late.


Publication Date: 20 September 2022
Publisher: self-published
Page Length: 260 pages
Genre: Historical fiction, Mystery, Romance

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INTERVIEW

Writing Interview questions.

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

Brushstrokes from the Past is a dual timeline novel, and I’ve combined three things I love in this book; the seventeenth century, WWII resistance, and art history. Historical fiction can be great entertainment for those who have a passion for history. I certainly love revealing human nature, culture, emotion, and drama in a historical setting. Relationships between people, the juxtaposition between good and bad, and the struggle to do what is right in a country occupied by a ruthless enemy trigger this story. In addition, there’s the intriguing world of art preservation during WWII and the lives of the artist and model in the 1600s.

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

Brushstrokes from the Past is part of a series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but they are more enjoyable when read in order as the story progresses.

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

Caring, willing to learn, courageous.

I’ve chosen these three words because in this series, Soli—who has eidetic memory and can remember everything she’s ever studied about art history—has taken the choice to use her knowledge to help preserve artwork from falling into the wrong hands. She takes a leap into the unknown and learns how to help her country by thwarting the plans of the enemy.

What are you currently working on?

A fun Christmas romance from the latter half of the 1800s.

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

That every author—new or experienced—will write many drafts before the finished manuscript is done. And, also, that having a great editor who teaches you the craft through excellent editing and who helps polish your story is a must for all authors.


Personal Interview questions.

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

I love being outside. The beauty and serenity of nature is a gift. I walk my dog in any kind of weather and live in a country with four distinct seasons and plenty of rain and snow. 

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I knew it had to be something creative. I grew up in a home with a father who painted and designed, and he was always full of ideas. My mother sewed and was super crafty. They both shared their love of books, stories, and music with me. So, I wanted to write, design costumes, and paint pictures. I even thought about interior design or becoming an architect. I’ve combined my passion for history and art with storytelling, and I love it!

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

After spending the evening on one of our local beaches with three granddaughters, I made grilled cheese sandwiches with fried eggs on top for all of us. I’d rather be eating Mexican.

What would be a perfect day?

What are things I love? Hugs, smiles, and feeling grateful and content with what I have. A perfect day is when the joy of making someone else happy spills over on yourself.

What is the best part of your day?

I like Mondays because it starts a new, exciting week, and I enjoy normal days more than vacation because that’s when life has its real moments and when I learn the most. It’s enjoying the simple things…quiet morning when I write and organize my day, walking the dog in the middle of the day, and evenings when I watch series on TV with my husband and we fall asleep on the couch.


Either or!

Tea or coffee:

Herbal tea. I never drink coffee but occasionally love a cup of hot chocolate.

City or country:

Country—but close to a small town. I live an hour south of Oslo on a small island. I can walk to the beach or our small town in minutes, and the woods with deer, squirrels, and countless birds are right outside the door. We even have a sheep farm next door.

Social Media or book:

I love reading a book and disappearing into a different time and learning from people then and their experiences.



Heidi Eljarbo is the bestselling author of historical fiction and mysteries filled with courageous and good characters that are easy to love and others you don't want to go near.

Heidi grew up in a home filled with books and artwork and she never truly imagined she would do anything other than write and paint. She studied art, languages, and history, all of which have come in handy when working as an author, magazine journalist, and painter.

After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She and her husband have a total of nine children, thirteen grandchildren—so far—in addition to a bouncy Wheaten Terrier.

Their favorite retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summertime and ski the vast, white terrain during winter.

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

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Read my review and an excerpt from In the Mood by M W Arnold #HistoricalRomance #Mystery @mick859 @GoddessFish


In the Mood

By M W Arnold



During a hectic couple of weeks in February 1944, the girls of the Air Transport Auxiliary Mystery Club must face devastating personal loss amongst their number. A member of an illegal faction blackmails Betty, whilst a mystery at Mary's ancestral home threatens to cause more trouble than anyone thought possible. In the midst of what should be the happiest of times, the portents seem to be catching up and little is what it seems to be. Can the girls find the strength to battle forces both internal and external, yet still maintain their dignity and friendship?

Genres: Historical, Mystery/Thriller, Romance
Page Length: 356

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MY THOUGHTS

February 1944. The women of the Air Transport Auxiliary have more than a few mysteries on their hands, as well as trying to cope with everything that contributing to the war effort brings. All the women are devastated when the news comes that one of their members was shot down, and they must all band together to keep moving forwards when all of them just want to go back in time to get their friend back.

Through relationship trials and tribulations, and mysteries that range from causing some curiosity to potentially life-threatening, the women must stick close by each other, for friendship is the only thing they can trust, and their devotion to each other may just be the only thing keeping them all going.

Before reading this book, I am not sure I had ever heard of the Air Transport Auxiliary before. I have discovered that I have quite a love for WWII aerial fiction, and although this book focuses more on the mysteries the women face, and their relationships outside of work, this book still covered that niche that made me instantly fall in love with it. I absolutely loved learning about the Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA) as I read. As I have since researched and found out, the ATA was responsible for transporting things such as people and planes, so that combat pilots had everything they needed, and got where they needed to be, to fight. It amazed me to find out that the ATA recruited anyone, particularly those who would not make it as combat pilots, such as the disabled, and women. This book is obviously about those women, and there were some rather amusing times when they faced male army personnel who did not know quite how to address the women, for some of the women held higher army ranks than the men they were conversing with. 

There are several mysteries in this book, the main one being that one of the women receives a blackmail letter, and the group must try and figure out who sent it before the person decides they have waited long enough and comes across the group with a gun in their hand. Of course, it is not just the women working together, for some of them have partners, but even though one of those partners just so happens to be a police officer, that does not automatically guarantee their safety. All the characters remain vigilant, even during the most mundane tasks, such as trying to plan a wedding.

I absolutely loved that this book went into the relationships between the women and that, while there were plenty of serious topics and moments, there is still humour. All the characters jest with each other, even if it’s something as small as trying not to let one member of the group make the tea, as they simply cannot make a good cup of tea. I also loved Bobby, the spaniel who follows them around and occasionally saves the entire base with his warnings. And not forgetting Duck, a duck who loves Doris, and only her, and will terrorise everyone else to the point of them all being more than a little afraid of him.

I was not entirely aware, going into this book, that it was book 4 of a series. While I did love reading this book, I am certain you would find it easier to follow the story if you knew the intricacies of the characters' backstories. There are a lot of characters, and it can be rather difficult to keep up with them all in certain circumstances, for example, who is dating who, and which of the women had which backstory. With such a wide cast list, I would recommend starting with book 1, although it is definitely possible to jump into book 4 and still enjoy it. I have said in many reviews of many different books that I will be going back and reading the rest of the books in the series, and so far have not actually done that with any books. However, I stopped writing this review briefly to go and buy the previous three books, and they are now sitting in my digital library, waiting for me to finish this review and start from the beginning. I think that is a testament as to how much I loved the characters, and how much I want to get to know them more.

Apart from having some initial trouble figuring out who was who, I absolutely adored reading this book. I read the entire thing in a single day, although part of that was from 11:30pm to 2am, so I don’t know if I can technically class that as a single day’s worth of reading. What I do know, though, is that I don’t regret staying up so late to read, even if I am now rather tired! I recommend this book to anyone who, like me, has a love for aerial/WWII fiction, or who likes a good mystery! This book has it all!


EXCERPT

Jane slumped back into her seat, tore the headset off, and threw it onto the desk next to the radio she’d been about to attack. “I suppose you’re right. It only makes sense if she can’t receive what we’re sending. If I didn’t know her voice so well, I’d think someone was playing a trick on me.”

“Plus,” Betty added, “it’s on our frequency.”

Jane nodded in agreement. “Still, remind me to tear her off a stripe when she gets back…calling Hamble. This is Aston.” She ended with a nervous chuckle.

Betty joined in, eventually saying, “Still, you’ll have to give her points for originality, if nothing else.”

“I’ll give her something, all right,” Jane replied. “I’ll give her…”

“Mayday! Mayday! This is First Officer Aston. Am under attack by two Me109s!”

Jane and Betty stared at each other with open mouths, as the shocking statement blared out of the radio’s tiny speaker in Thelma’s unmistakable voice. When she’d simply been trying to get through earlier it had been in her normal, albeit frustrated, tone. Now unmistakable panic coursed through it.

The radio came to life again, only the first thing they heard this time was the chilling staccato chatter of gunfire! “I repeat, this is First Officer Aston of the ATA! I’m under attack. Rudder control is gone! My port engine’s on fire! Am going down, roughly northeast of Oxford…”

White as a ghost, Jane automatically made a grab for the microphone, “Thelma! This is Jane Howell. Do you receive? Over.”

After a few seconds, a voice came out of the speaker, barely audible, yet clearly that of their desperate friend, “Jane? Is that…”

And then, deathly silence…



M W Arnold lives near Northampton, UK and is known to his family and friends as, Mick. He was in the Royal Air Force for 16 years, visiting many different countries and very much enjoying himself. If he ever meets the Queen, he will have to thank her. He began writing as these characters needed their own voices. For a few years now, he's been a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, a wonderful group of writers who've welcomed this bloke into their fold with open arms.




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Monday, October 3, 2022

Read my review and an excerpt from Love, Untruths, and the Smuggler's Ruse by Anne Shaw #RegencyRomance #HistoricalRomance @author_shaw @GoddessFish


Love, Untruths, and the Smuggler's Ruse
By Anne Shaw

Follow the gentlemen of the Tenet Club— an elusive group of noblemen that investigates crimes committed by the nobility—on a rousing journey of romance, suspense, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Viscount Langdon is torn between duty and desire. After his father’s death, he has every intention of resigning from the Tenet club when he meets Mrs. Adare. The lively widow with a knack for trouble piques more than his curiosity, and he agrees to one last assignment.

Mrs. Elizabeth Adare is on a mission to bring a smuggler to justice, and nobody is going to get in her way, not even Lord Langdon. With the aid of the maddening, yet intriguing lord, she follows the clues to a troubling discovery; one that could expose her own secrets.

After the investigation takes an unexpected turn, Elizabeth must choose between revealing the truth of her past and losing Langdon or allowing a murderer to go free.


Genres: Regency Romance
Page Length: 276

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MY THOUGHTS

Mrs. Elizabeth Adare is all too aware of the fact that Lord Randell runs a smuggling ring, but there is little she, herself, can do to put him to justice. With no intentions of sitting by and letting Randell and his men harass people any longer, she goes to the Tenet, a group of noblemen who investigate other noblemen’s crimes. And although she goes in search of Lord Stanton, she finds her help in a different Lord.

Lord Langdon planned on putting the Tenet behind him, that is, until Mrs. Adare, thinking he was Stanton, tries to convince him to help her in exposing the smuggling ring. He decides that one last mission isn’t too much of a hardship, especially when Mrs. Adare intrigues him so much. She is a widow with a mind of her own, and a mind she is not afraid to speak. She is stubborn and blunt, and he finds her alluring in a way he cannot deny. 

But Elizabeth and Langdon struggle to work together. She is headstrong, knows what she needs to do, and will let nothing stand in her way. He tries his hardest to protect her, and constantly tells her what she should not do in attempts to keep her out of harms way. But Elizabeth refuses to be told what to do, and takes the lead in the investigation, whether Langdon likes her involvement or not.

Investigating the truth behind a smuggling ring and Lord Randell’s potential involvement ties in with life in London society during the Regency era. Langdon and Elizabeth attend balls, and communicate in the proper ways of a Lord and lady in public, while hiding their investigation, and their ever-developing feelings for each other. Langdon is the perfect headstrong, yet responsible, gentleman for a regency novel. He is the man that makes women swoon, whether in the fictional world, or while reading about him. It is more than likely that you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling in love with him. Elizabeth, on the other hand, is not the perfect woman to be living in the world of balls and following the rules of society. She would much rather be spending her time breaking into this office, or that room, and finding out whether the secrets held within the walls hold anything to help her in her investigation. They make an unlikely pair, and yet, the people around them can’t help but try and matchmake.

With such a hands-on investigation, and Elizabeth refusing to sit by and let the men sort things out, both Elizabeth and Langdon find themselves in some precarious situations, ones that make you shuffle forward on your seat as you read. There are multiple times that they are almost caught and found out, and, as a reader, you can do nothing but watch, wait, and hope that they go undetected and both make it out safely. But as more is uncovered, and Elizabeth and Langdon find themselves more intricately involved in the investigation than either of them could ever have foreseen, things grow more and more uneasy. 

The relationship between Elizabeth and Langdon develops slowly, for both are scared to admit their true feelings for each other, both to themselves and to the other person. But even still, the smuggler isn’t the only one with secrets, both Elizabeth and Langdon have things that they are keeping to themselves, and as always, secrets that threaten to reveal themselves are the most dangerous kind. 

This is a very easy book to lose yourself in. Once I started reading, I found it very difficult to stop, so much so that two nights in a row, I fell asleep while reading this book because I refused to stop reading and go to bed. While I was desperate to find out the truth behind the smuggling ring, and whether Randell would be brought to justice, I also didn’t want this book to end. I grew attached to the characters, especially Elizabeth, and the ending of the book only brought the loss of the characters I had come to love. That is the problem with such amazing books, you absolutely have to read them so that you know what happens, but you don’t want to finish reading them, because then the story will be over. 

I absolutely adored reading this book. I will most definitely be checking out more books by this author, and I implore you to do the same. 



EXCERPT

“Lord held me, you’re more foolish than I thought,” Langdon said under his breath, following her swaying hips as she moved to the table holding truffles. She was petite but curvaceous and his desire for her continued to grow to an uncomfortable state.

Light laughter floated on the air. “I may be foolish, but I am not deaf,” she said. 

“No, I see you’re not.” Another couple got into line behind them, and he moved closer to Mrs. Adare. A stray lock of hair rested on her shoulder, and he curled his fingers to stop the need to push it aside. The skin of her neck was pale and tempting. Too tempting.

“I know if I could just see what accounts he has in town, I can piece where he is hiding the profits from the smuggling.” 

Her adamant statement sent a grin to his lips. She was nothing if not persistent. 

“You may not be deaf, but you don’t listen well, Mrs. Adare.” Nor did he listen well to his own common sense. She was supposed to be an assignment, but their dance had brought home an unexpected fact; he desired her more than he should. The lessen he’d thought he had learned with Maria had apparently not been harsh enough.

She lifted several truffles onto her plate, maneuvering the sweet to fit onto a crowded surface. Either she was hungry, or she had a weakness for chocolate. “I listen well enough. I wish you would give me the same courtesy.”

“That I don’t agree with you doesn’t mean I am not listening,” he said.



Anne Shaw is the author of both contemporary and historical romances. She lives in western Washington with her four-legged friend Larry, a quirky cat who stares at her for hours on end while she loses herself in a world where a sexy hero, and bold heroine face unsurmountable odds to reach the ultimate goal, a happily-ever-after. If you like rom-dramedies, then visit www.Anne-Shaw.com. 


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Fortunate Son
By Thomas Tibor


A powerful, evocative novel that transports the reader to a tense period in America, Fortunate Son is set on a southern college campus during the turbulent spring of 1970. Reed Lawson, an ROTC cadet, struggles with the absence of his father, a Navy pilot who has been Missing in Action in Vietnam for three years.

While volunteering at a drug crisis center, Reed sets out to win the heart of a feminist co-worker who is grappling with a painful past, and to rescue a troubled teenage girl from self-destruction. In the process, he is forced to confront trauma’s tragic consequences and the fragile, tangled web of human connections.

Trigger warnings:

One aspect of this story dramatizes instances of self-harm and makes references to suicide.


Publication Date: February 2022 
Publisher: Zahav Brothers Publishing
Page Length: 338 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction

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EXCERPT

This excerpt references suicide and has scattered profanity.

Saturday, May 16, 1970

On the night Annabel decided to drown herself, Reed Lawson was drunk. Not falling-down, but close enough. He stumbled out of the packed Rathskeller Bar well past nine o’clock. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes and the pounding of the Rolling Stones’ “Midnight Rambler” bled into the warm Florida night. The bar had advertised LSD—Large Size Drafts—for twenty-five cents, a clever hook to lure in more business.

Reed checked his watch—the same model worn by his father, Commander Frank Lawson, U.S. Navy. Dumbass. An hour late for his shift, which never happened. On time for Reed always meant fifteen minutes early.

He shuffled through the crowded parking lot searching for his car, past students and locals drinking beer, slouching against fenders, passing joints amid the shadows. Then he remembered he’d parked around the corner.

Ten minutes later the Mustang rumbled to the curb in front of a brick bungalow, and Reed stumbled out. Twenty years old, he had a lean, muscled frame that suggested rigid self-discipline. But tonight his swarthy, olive complexion was pale, black hair unkempt, deep-set brown eyes glazed over, Levi’s wrinkled and T-shirt slept in.

Waves of nausea washed over him. Gagging, he was sure he’d vomit. Should’ve eaten something to soak up the beer.

Down the street, the branches of live oaks arched over the sidewalk. A quick gust drove clumps of Spanish moss across the pavement. The university’s iconic Gothic buildings loomed a block ahead—the Florida Polytechnic Institute and State University, better known as Florida Tech.

Reed trudged through patches of weeds that passed for a lawn and onto a porch cluttered with a threadbare sofa, metal chairs, and overflowing ashtrays. A single yellow bulb illuminated a hand-painted sign on the door: Lifelines.

Just what he needed—another Saturday night shift, always the craziest of the week. No way out, though. Maybe two cups of their caffeinated mud would sober him up. With any luck, the call volume would be light.

Reed stepped inside. The hotline phones occupied the bungalow’s largest bedroom, with two desks, two chairs, and a bulletin board papered with warnings about drug side effects, emergency phone numbers, and guidance for handling calls.

Meg was on duty, earnest and professional as usual in sensible shoes, ironed slacks, and a buttoned-up blouse. Her robin’s-egg-blue eyes widened in shock at his drunken, disheveled appearance.

Reed collapsed into the empty chair and mumbled, “Sorry I’m late.”

Meg flicked auburn bangs from a freckled forehead. “Called your dorm earlier. You just missed Annabel.”

His stomach knotted with dread. “What did she want?”

“I tried to find out, but she would only talk to you. Seemed super freaked out. After she split, I called her mom. Turns out Annabel left the house after lunch and hasn’t been back since. Also, her mom found joints and Quaaludes in her room.”

Shit. Annabel’s favorite drug cocktail.

“Sorry,” Meg said. “I begged her to stick around.”

“Not your fault. Any coffee left?”

“Got a fresh pot brewing.”

In the kitchen, every cup was coffee stained. Reed scrubbed and filled one. He listened to the murmur of conversation from the adjacent bedroom—a volunteer talking somebody down from a bad trip. He was way too wiped to deal with anything tonight. Not Annabel, not a tidal wave of callers.

Stepping back into the hotline room, he asked, “Sure she said nothing else?”

“Well, I followed her outside to stall her, but she was in a big hurry. Said something about the river.”

“The river? That’s it?” Annabel must have meant the Black River, where they’d spent so much time together. Reed slammed the coffee mug on the desk, scalding his wrist with the overflow, and raced outside.

Moments later the Mustang roared to life, and Reed barreled onto Broad Street—the city’s main east-west artery—and weaved through stop-and-go traffic. He barely noticed the crowd waiting for a table at Rossetti’s Pizza, the gaggle of students watching dryers spin inside Groomers Laundromat, or the usual stoners lingering outside the Second Genesis head shop.

At the first red light, his left hand trembled on the steering wheel as his right massaged the gearshift. A sobering breeze swept in. He rolled the window farther down to invite more cool air, then smacked the wheel. Should have seen it coming. The signs were there, clear as day. When she’d most needed a friend, he’d let her down, pushed her away to wallow in his own despair.

The light was taking forever to change. Screw it. Reed stomped on the gas and roared through the intersection. Horns blared. Oncoming traffic skidded to avoid a collision. He blew through two more red lights before swerving onto the highway that led out of town.

More alert now and pushing the eager V-8 to ninety miles an hour, Reed peered into the rearview mirror every few seconds, expecting to see flashing red lights. Cookie-cutter suburban houses soon gave way to open farmland. The road narrowed to two lanes lined by a thick forest of southern pines.

On a curve, driving as fast as he dared, Reed roared past a truck, then cut off two denim-and-leather-clad bikers astride chopped Harleys. One lifted a middle finger in salute.

After five more miles that felt to Reed like fifty, the Mustang skidded into a dirt parking lot at the river. He pulled alongside a dusty green Chevy, jumped out, and ran to the shore. Familiar bell-bottoms and sandals lay strewn on a thin strip of sand.

“Annabel!”

He scanned the fast-moving current, illuminated only by pale flecks of moonlight slicing through heavy cloud cover. Gnarled branches of cypress and mangrove dangled over the river. Darkened by tannins from decaying vegetation, the tea-colored water gave the Black River its name. If she’d gone in, it would have been here.

“Annabel!”

A cacophony of tree frogs and crickets answered him. What if she already lay at the bottom or had drifted downstream? Heart pounding, he spotted a glimmer of movement in the middle of the river. Annabel? Driftwood? Or just a ripple on the surface?

Ripping off his sneakers, he waded into the inky river, the muddy bottom sucking at his feet. Though a confident pool swimmer, Reed was nervous in water where he couldn’t see the bottom. Shaky, he labored with clumsy strokes to the middle before pausing to tread water.

“Annabel!”

A crane screeched. A stiff breeze quickened the current. Reed imagined water moccasins stirring beneath him, gators paddling in from the riverbank.

“Annabel!”

A memory surfaced from high school English class—beautiful but forsaken Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet plunging from a willow tree to her watery death. If he was too late and her slender body lay somewhere beneath the surface—skin ivory, lips blue, raven hair fanned out—he had only himself to blame.



A veteran writer and video producer, Thomas Tibor has helped develop training courses focusing on mental health topics. In an earlier life, he worked as a counselor in the psychiatric ward of two big-city hospitals. He grew up in Florida and now lives in Northern Virginia. Fortunate Son is his first novel.


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