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March 16, 2021
Welcome to Day #1 of the blog tour for A Matter of Conscience: Henry VIII, The Aragon Years by Judith Arnopp #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @JudithArnopp @Beatric09625662
17th March – 19th May 2021
Publication Date: February 2021
Publisher: Feed a Read
Page Length: 335 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
‘A king must have sons: strong, healthy sons to rule after him.’
On the unexpected death of Arthur Tudor, Prince of Wales, his brother, Henry, becomes heir to the throne of England. The intensive education that follows offers Henry a model for future excellence; a model that he is doomed to fail.
On his accession, he chooses his brother’s widow, Catalina of Aragon, to be his queen. Together they plan to reinstate the glory of days of old and fill the royal nursery with boys.
But when their first-born son dies at just a few months old, and subsequent babies are born dead or perish in the womb, the king’s golden dreams are tarnished.
Christendom mocks the virile prince. Catalina’s fertile years are ending yet all he has is one useless living daughter, and a baseborn son.
He needs a solution but stubborn to the end, Catalina refuses to step aside.
As their relationship founders, his eye is caught by a woman newly arrived from the French court. Her name is Anne Boleyn.
A Matter of Conscience: the Aragon Years offers a unique first-person account of the ‘monster’ we love to hate and reveals a man on the edge; an amiable man made dangerous by his own impossible expectation
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Welcome to Day #8 of the blog tour for Widow’s Lace by Lelita Baldock #HistoricalFiction #HistoricalMystery @BaldockLelita
March 8th – March 19th 2021
Publication Date: 23 March 2020Publisher: Independently Published
Page Length: 242 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction / Mystery
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A hundred year old mystery, the widow left behind, a fallen soldier, the abandoned fiancée, an unnamed body and the young student determined to find the truth.
In 1886 famous English poet Edward Barrington moves from Derbyshire, England to a farm on the Finniss River, in South Australia. Two years later he disappears.
25 years later Archie Hargraves abandons his fiancée Clara and travels from England to meet with Edward’s widow, Rosalind. He plans to write a biography and make a name for himself, independent from his wealthy father. Returning to England in 1914 he abandons his work to join the war in Europe. His journal of notes from Australia is never released.
Ellie Cannon, a young PhD candidate at Sydney University, is writing a thesis on one of Barrington’s last known poems, The Fall. It’s not going well. Struggling with her relationship with her mother and loss of her father, Ellie is on the brink of failure.
Then a body is found by the Finniss River, 130 years after Edward’s disappearance. Could it be the famous poet?
The discovery draws Ellie into the worlds of Edward, Archie and Clara, taking her across Australia and England in her search for the truth.
Covering life in remote South Australia, the social pressures of 1900s Britain and the historical role of women, Widow’s Lace is an historical fiction, mystery cross-over dealing with themes of obsession, fear, love, inner-secrets and regret. But also the hope that can come from despair.
We are stopping over on The Whispering Bookworm today.
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Welcome to Day #8 of the blog tour for A Sword Among Ravens (The Long-Hair Saga) by Cynthia Ripley Miller #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #Excerpt @CRipleyMiller
March 8th – March 19th 2021
Publication Date: 9th December 2020Publisher: BookLocker
Page Length: 267 Pages
Genre: Romantic Historical Mystery
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In a grave, on the edge of a Roman battlefield, an ancient sword has been discovered. Legend claims it belonged to King David of Israel and carries a curse—those who wield it will tragically die—but not the chosen.
AD 455. Arria Felix and her husband, Garic the Frank, have safely delivered a sacred relic to Emperor Marcian in Constantinople. But now, Arria and Garic will accept a new mission. The emperor has asked them to carry the sword of King David of Israel to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem where Arria will dedicate it in her murdered father’s memory.
As Arria and Garic travel into the heart of the Holy Land, they face many challenges and dangers. Their young daughter is missing then found in the company of a strange and suspicious old monk. A brutal killer stalks their path. And a band of cold-blooded thieves is determined to steal the sword for their own gains. But when Arria confronts the question of where the sword should truly rest—old friendships, loyalties, and her duty are put to the test like never before. At every turn, Arria and Garic find themselves caught in a treacherous mission wrapped in mystery, murder, and A Sword Among Ravens.
We are stopping over on two amazing blogs today.
Our first stop is over with Zoe's Art, Craft and Life for a review of the book.
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Our second stop is over on Emma Lombard's Official Blog for an excerpt.
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Welcome to Day #4 of the #audio blog tour for State of Treason (Book 1, William Constable Spy Thrillers) By Paul Walker, Narrated by Edward Gist #HistoricalFiction @PWalkerauthor
February 24th - April 28th 2021
Publication Date: February 2021
Publisher: Audible Studios
Page Length: 317 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
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London, 1578
William Constable is a scholar of mathematics, astrology and practices as a physician. He receives an unexpected summons to the Queen’s spymaster, Sir Francis Walsingham in the middle of the night. He fears for his life when he spies the tortured body of an old friend in the palace precincts.
His meeting with Walsingham takes an unexpected turn when he is charged to assist a renowned Puritan, John Foxe, in uncovering the secrets of a mysterious cabinet containing an astrological chart and coded message. Together, these claim Elizabeth has a hidden, illegitimate child (an “unknowing maid”) who will be declared to the masses and serve as the focus for an invasion.
Constable is swept up in the chase to uncover the identity of the plotters, unaware that he is also under suspicion. He schemes to gain the confidence of the adventurer John Hawkins and a rich merchant. Pressured into taking a role as court physician to pick up unguarded comments from nobles and others, he has become a reluctant intelligencer for Walsingham.Do the stars and cipher speak true, or is there some other malign intent in the complex web of scheming?
Constable must race to unravel the threads of political manoeuvring for power before a new-found love and perhaps his own life are forfeit.
Our first stop of the day is over on Deborah Swift's Official Blog with an audio excerpt.
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Also find an excerpt over at Eclectic Ramblings of Author Heather Osborne.
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Welcome to Day #3 of the blog tour for The Test of Gold by Renee Yancy #HistoricalRomance #TheTestOfGold #BlogTour @YancyRenee
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The Test of Gold
By Renee Yancy
March 15th – March 26th 2021
Publication Date: 15 March 2021
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing
Page Length: 335 pages
Genre: Historical Romance
Raised in the shadow of a mother who defied convention, but won’t allow her own daughter the right to make the same choices, heiress Evangeline Lindenmayer has been groomed since childhood to marry into the British aristocracy.
When Lindy challenges her mother’s long-laid plans by falling in love with a poor seminary student, the explosion is bigger than the Brooklyn Bridge fireworks on Independence Day.
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Have a sneak-peek between the covers of Penny Hampson's fabulous book - A Gentleman's Promise #NewRelease #HistoricalRomance #RegencyRomance @penny_hampson
A docile wife is what he wants. A husband is the last thing she needs. Can a quest for a killer teach them that they are both wrong?
Emma Smythe and her brother arrive at Easterby Hall to discover that a handsome stranger has laid claim to their ancestral home and the family title. Have her relatives been murdered, and is her brother next? Determined to find the answers, she has no option but to trust the gentleman who insists that he will help. But danger appears in many guises, and for a woman intent on remaining single, her intriguing protector may prove the biggest threat of all.
The attempts on Richard Lacey’s life begin when he inherits a title and a rundown estate. A coincidence? He’s not so sure. Problems multiply with the unexpected arrival of Jamie and Emma Smythe. Long thought dead, they too are potential targets. Richard thinks he wants a docile, obedient wife, but will the task of keeping headstrong Emma safe from danger change his mind?
Embroiled in a sinister mystery, can Richard and Emma work together to catch a killer? And will this dangerous quest teach them that what they both wish to avoid is exactly what they need?
Filled with intrigue, unexpected twists, and faultless period detail, this slow-burn romance is a must-read for lovers of classic Regency fiction.
It was almost dark as the Honourable Emma Smythe and her brother James reached Minster Lovell. Their pace had slowed with the passing of the hours, and Emma was growing anxious that they might have to spend another evening under the stars – not a pleasant prospect. The cloudless evening sky was giving a clear indication that a frost was in store.
It was only when they’d passed through the village that she’d at last begun to recognise some landmarks.
‘I’m sure the gates to Easterby Hall are only a short distance up this road. Somewhere on the right, if I’m not mistaken.'
‘I hope so. I don’t know how much further I can walk.'
Emma smiled and gave her brother an encouraging tug on the sleeve.
‘Not far now, Jamie. I’m sure of it, love.'
Don’t stop. Got to get there. Get Jamie home safe. The words repeated in her head. She’d ignore the agony in her feet and the exhaustion of her body until she’d seen her brother safely home. It was her duty as his sister. Despite the pain slicing through her at every step, she knew she couldn’t give up.
Emma’s worn spirits lifted briefly as the vaguely remembered gates came into view, but as she drew closer a shiver of foreboding ran down her spine. The gates were propped up, leaning drunkenly off their hinges and the once-pristine gravel drive was now peppered with clumps of grass, the bordering shrubs overgrown and unkempt. Emma’s apprehension grew. Grandfather had been proud of his demesne. Woe betide the gardener if a weed had been spied amongst the flowerbeds. But ground elder and brambles now trespassed freely across the driveway. This wasn’t right.
In the meantime, Jamie, oblivious to these signs of neglect, had quickened his pace and was peering eagerly through the gloom at the surrounding parkland.
‘Look, lights over there,' he shouted. ‘It can’t be far now and someone is at home. Come on, Emm!'
‘Yes, I see. Please wait for me. I can’t go any faster.'
Jamie slowed his steps momentarily but was unable to contain his excitement.‘Oh goodness. We’re here at last. But…’
Jamie halted so suddenly that Emma almost bumped into him. ‘Will Grandfather remember me? I was little more than a babe in leading strings when we left.' Jamie turned a worried face to his sister. ‘Emma, do you think Grandfather will even want to see us?'
Emma inwardly recoiled at his question, the very one she’d been asking herself. Ever since they’d set off on their long journey back to England, she’d been harbouring similar doubts about the welcome in store for them.
‘Of course he will. The very idea!'
Behind her back, Emma crossed her fingers and hoped her words would prove true. In fact, there’d been no news from home for years. Despite all her father’s assurances to the contrary, Emma couldn’t help thinking that Grandfather had deliberately cut off connections with his younger son and his family.
‘Of course he’ll see us. We’re his grandchildren.' It was said as much to convince herself as well as her brother.
Jamie helped Emma up the broad steps towards the front door. Almost overcome with exhaustion and fighting to remain upright, Emma closed her eyes and leaned against the wall while Jamie pulled on the bell. The stone felt cold and unwelcoming against her skin.
Footsteps sounded, a key turned, then the creaking door opened, throwing a shaft of light on her brother.
‘Yes? Who’s calling at this time of night?' It was a man’s voice. He sounded elderly. Emma tensed in anticipation. Was he someone who would remember them?
‘We’re James and Emma Smythe, grandchildren of Viscount Easterby. P-please let him know we are here.' Jamie’s quavering voice betrayed his nerves.
The door opened wider, illuminating her brother’s dishevelled and disreputable appearance.
‘Nonsense. Away with you, or I’ll call the magistrate. The Honourable Charles and his family are dead. How dare you come here pretending to be someone you’re not? Away with you, I say.'
Emma’s insides coiled in fear. This wasn’t good; the man was angry. Had her doubts been justified?
To his credit, Jamie stood his ground and persisted.
‘No, no, it’s true. Please let us in. Please let me speak to Grandfather.'
Those were the last words Emma heard as she slid down the wall towards the ground, not even feeling the impact as her head struck the doorstep.
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Penny Hampson writes mysteries, and because she has a passion for history, you’ll find her stories also reflect that. A Gentleman’s Promise, a traditional Regency romance, was Penny’s debut novel in 2018, soon followed by more in the same genre. Penny also enjoys writing contemporary mysteries with a hint of the paranormal, because where do ghosts come from but the past? The Unquiet Spirit, a spooky mystery/romance set in Cornwall, was published by Darkstroke in 2020.Penny lives with her family in Oxfordshire, and when she is not writing, she enjoys reading, walking, swimming, and the odd gin and tonic (not all at the same time).
For more on Penny’s writing, visit her blog. Penny can also be found on Twitter and Facebook.
Penny’s Books:THE GENTLEMEN SERIES (Regency Historical Mystery/Romances)A Gentleman’s Promise (revised 2nd edition coming soon!)An Officer’s Vow: purchase link A Bachelor’s Pledge: purchase link ~ The Unquiet Spirit (A spooky contemporary mystery/romance) purchase link
A short story by Penny ~ ‘The Rowan Tree’ A tale with a twist, is published in Dark Scotland, an anthology of dark tales. All royalties go to two Scottish charities ME Research UK and The Halliday Foundation. Purchase link.
#HistoricalFiction author, Catherine Hokin, is talking about the inspiration behind her fabulous novel - The Lost Mother #WorldWar2 #Excerpt @cathokin
Publication Date: 28th January 2021Publisher: BookouturePage Length: 340 PagesGenre: Historical Fiction
Berlin, 1934. Homes once filled with laughter stand empty as the Nazi party’s grip on the city tightens. When Anna Tiegel’s impulsive act to save a friend attracts the attention of a high-ranking Nazi official, she suddenly finds herself in terrible danger. As her world closes in, Anna’s only comfort is in the hope of escape with her boyfriend Eddy, but then he shockingly disappears…
Rhode Island, 1957. Peggy Bailey stares in shock at the faded photograph of two laughing women which her beloved adoptive mother struggled to pass on to her before she died, whispering ‘It was inside your baby blanket when we brought you home’. Then Peggy realises that she has seen one of the girls before, in the most unlikely of places… Bursting at the discovery, she embarks on a mission which takes her across America to find the truth behind her heritage. Nothing, however, could prepare her for the tragic story her actions uncover, and how it will change her life forever…
RIDING THE WRITER ROLLERCOASTER
“Most people wait for the muse to turn up. That’s terribly unreliable. I have to sit down and pursue the muse by attempting to work.”
That is a quote from Nick Cave, a musician who I have adored since I was eighteen, which is a terrifyingly long time ago. I am using it in context of this piece on author inspiration with a couple of major caveats.
Firstly, Nick Cave is a genius and I am not. Secondly, I am from the north of England: we have excellent gravy in the north of England, but we don’t have muses, people would laugh at us. His words, however, really resonate with me. Writing is a job. I am lucky – it is a job that I love and it still feels a bit ‘pinch me’ to be doing it full-time and sustainably – but, like any other profession, it has its highs and its lows and the swoops between those two states can be terrifying.
My study is perched at the top of a tenement in Glasgow’s West End looking down onto the River Kelvin. A month ago the banks outside were covered in snow, today there are daffodils pushing back against the tangled undergrowth; almost every day there is a fox clearly grown fat on student chips. It is not a view to get tired of.
My desk is an antique and is just the right amount of battered. It holds piles of research texts and an internet radio which pumps out loud indie rock while I wrestle with the towering pile of spreadsheets keeping track of everything from plot to character which will one day engulf the laptop (I’m not a complete Luddite).
My desk – and the highly personalised room covered in film posters which surrounds it – is more than just the place where I work. Its purchase marked the point at which writing switched from something I longed to do, and grabbed part-time moments to practice, to what it is now: my every day.
Doesn’t that sound smug? Doesn’t that make a writer’s life sound like an ocean of calm? Trust me, I’m not and isn’t – there have been days when I couldn’t see the posters or the view for blind panic and my seat may as well have been strapped to the front of a rollercoaster.
My debut novel was published in 2016 by a small independent publisher. I still remember staring at the email message that contained not the expected rejection but the magic word yes and thinking, ‘that’s it world, I’ve arrived’. Bless.
Do you remember that scene in Bambi when our eponymous little hero first steps onto the snow with a wide-eyed grin and a confident bounce? He falls and gets buried a couple of times but he gives himself a little shake and skips merrily on. Then he jumps onto the ice…
Getting accepted for publication the first time is a wonderful feeling but it is also the gateway to a world that, at times, felt like Wonderland crossed with The Hunger Games. The book came out; there was a launch in a swanky London bookshop, some of which I can even remember. It sold some copies, even to people I didn’t know. It got a review in the Sunday Times. I cried in a car park. I got an agent. I waited for the royalties to pour in, for the script people to call… I am sure you can fill in the rest.
I won some short story prizes which kept the writing spark going but my next two novels couldn’t catch a cold. And it really doesn’t help when the rejection letters are lovely, although you grit your teeth and pretend that it does.
I had written a medieval novel so I kept writing those because all the advice is to stay in the same time period if you want to win, and hold onto, readers. I’ll be honest and say that, as much as I enjoy the Wars of the Roses and the Tudors, that part of history wasn’t my passion – one person’s story had interested me and I had already told that one. I was struggling. Then my agent asked me the key question which I had kept forgetting to ask myself – what do you actually like writing? – and the lightbulb pinged on.
The answer? My short stories. They were dark, twentieth-century based and one of them, about a holocaust survivor who had kept going through the dark days by clinging to a dream, had kept tugging at me.
I wrote a wider treatment of it, then I wrote 10,000 words and my agent liked it, so I wrote the story that was keeping me awake at nights and off it went. And there were rejections, lovely ones. But there was also Bookouture, and an editor who loved my characters as much as I did. That short story became The Fortunate Ones, the first of my World War Two inspired novels, and the rollercoaster started back on the upswing…
That was a year ago. I now write about events and places that fascinate me: World War Two and the shadows of war, and my favourite city, Berlin. I have had three novels in that genre published: The Fortunate Ones, What Only We Know and, most recently, The Lost Mother. Each of those books has taken me on a physical journey: all of them to Berlin, The Fortunate Ones to Buenos Aires and The Lost Mother to America. They have also all taught me a lot – The Lost Mother covers the internment of German Americans during WWII and the German American Bund, a very frightening home-grown Nazi movement. It also includes the movies – 1950s Hollywood and the German film industry under Goebbels – which is another of my passions. It is an absolute privilege being able to write about what I love and, touch wood, so far finding an audience happy to experience those things with me.
There are more books to come, including a series which is testing me and making me learn whole new aspects of my craft. It is joyful, and it could change in a heartbeat, but it has happened for me and it could happen for you. All it takes is one person to say, “that’s interesting, what happens next?” and you’ve hooked them. So let’s get back to the desk…
Central Park, New York, November 1935
Anna felt the sound in the same moment she heard it. The ripple of notes caught in her throat and left her unable to open her eyes. It was so like the gurgle that ran through her dreams, she wondered if she had dozed off for a moment. And then it came again, richer this time, rising up to meet the birdsong which normally rang out unchallenged this early in the morning.
Four months. That’s when they start to laugh. It could be her. If it’s a little girl, it could be her.
A hopeless thought, a desperate thought. And yet…
Anna opened her eyes. There was a baby carriage parked beside the opposite bench, and two women arm in arm cooing over it. It was such a jolt to see anyone sitting there, Anna wondered for a moment if she was still sleeping, if she had somehow conjured them up.
In the four weeks since she had first found this little corner of Central Park, she had been its sole occupant, besides the birds and the occasional curious rabbit. At seven o’clock in the morning, which was Anna’s preferred time to slip away – or, more accurately, the one time in the day she could carve out for herself – Central Park was a haven. It was too early for the office workers seeking a moment’s solitude before the demands of their day engulfed them, or for the children who, come afternoon, would spill from their classrooms into its playgrounds. There were no honking car horns, no whooshing subway vents; none of the clamour which filled the rest of the city. The air was so still, Anna could hear the lions in the park’s zoo roaring their good-mornings. The tree-shaded nook had become her place to breathe, and to remember. To be herself away from prying eyes, with all the longings and the pain that shedding of her outer skin brought. And now that sound, that beautiful sound, had slipped out of her imaginings and she was struggling to hold on to the day.
‘She’s only recently started doing it.’ The young woman rocking the boat-shaped pram caught Anna looking and smiled. ‘The laughing, I mean. The slightest thing sets her off. If we could get her to start sleeping as happily, life would be perfect!’
It was clear from her shining eyes that life was already quite perfect.
Anna nodded – all her words seemed to have left her – as the older of the two women beamed.
‘My first grandchild, such a beauty and always up before the rest of the world. We thought a little fresh air might help, but she’s far too curious to settle.’
It should be me rocking the pram. It should be my mother bragging about her precocious grandchild.
The image of the three of them sitting together, her holding her baby, her mother holding her – an image Anna had been running from for months – hit her so hard, she gasped.
The real mother and grandmother moved instinctively closer to the pram.
It could still be me. If I could only find her. If I had my own baby back, I could make a home. I could find some way of contacting Mutti. If I had my own baby back, I could do anything.
She got up, wanting nothing more than a closer look at the child. The baby was lying on her back, her satin-edged blanket kicked off, her face all circles and smiles. She peered up at Anna and chuckled.
‘Sie ist sehr schön. Sehr schön.’
The German came from nowhere.
The mother was suddenly on her feet, her body thrust between Anna and her child, her arms outstretched as if to fight Anna off. ‘Get away from her.’
It was the same order that had torn Anna apart in Berlin’s Charité Hospital. Delivered in the same staccato tone. Time slipped away and took reality with it. All Anna could see was the ward, and the cot, and another woman reaching out for the child that was really hers.
‘Aber sie ist mein. Ich bin ihre Mutter.’
The blow stung Anna’s cheek and broke whatever bad spell had gripped her.
‘I am sorry. I am so very sorry.’
She had recovered her English, but it was too late. There was nothing she could say to make amends for the fear in the other woman’s eyes.
‘I know she’s your baby, not mine. I never meant any harm or to frighten you. But my daughter is here in America. She is somewhere here. And I need to get her back.’ The words came out in a tumble, her accent all heavy and tripping them.
The older woman pulled the pram away and began shouting for help.
‘I really am sorry.’
The apology was pointless, insulting. Her words had no weight here. Her pain, so raw and alive, had lashed out and hurt someone else. She had made another mother feel as wretched and afraid as she had been. It was unforgiveable; it was not who she was.
The mother was sobbing, clutching her baby. Footsteps were coming, the grandmother’s cries had been heard.
Anna turned and, still stumbling over her apologies and her longing, she ran.
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Catherine is an Amazon best-selling author of novels which take inspiration from World War Two and are largely set in Berlin, which is her favourite city. She came to writing after a rather meandering, and highly entertaining, career which jumped between marketing, teaching and politics. She is from the North of England, which has given her a life-long addiction to custard and gravy, but now lives very happily in Glasgow with her American husband. If she is not at her desk, you will probably find her in the cinema, or just follow the sound of very loud indie music.
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March 15, 2021
Welcome to Day #7 of the blog tour for Widow’s Lace by Lelita Baldock #HistoricalFiction #HistoricalMystery @BaldockLelita
March 8th – March 19th 2021
Publication Date: 23 March 2020Publisher: Independently Published
Page Length: 242 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction / Mystery
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A hundred year old mystery, the widow left behind, a fallen soldier, the abandoned fiancée, an unnamed body and the young student determined to find the truth.
In 1886 famous English poet Edward Barrington moves from Derbyshire, England to a farm on the Finniss River, in South Australia. Two years later he disappears.
25 years later Archie Hargraves abandons his fiancée Clara and travels from England to meet with Edward’s widow, Rosalind. He plans to write a biography and make a name for himself, independent from his wealthy father. Returning to England in 1914 he abandons his work to join the war in Europe. His journal of notes from Australia is never released.
Ellie Cannon, a young PhD candidate at Sydney University, is writing a thesis on one of Barrington’s last known poems, The Fall. It’s not going well. Struggling with her relationship with her mother and loss of her father, Ellie is on the brink of failure.
Then a body is found by the Finniss River, 130 years after Edward’s disappearance. Could it be the famous poet?
The discovery draws Ellie into the worlds of Edward, Archie and Clara, taking her across Australia and England in her search for the truth.
Covering life in remote South Australia, the social pressures of 1900s Britain and the historical role of women, Widow’s Lace is an historical fiction, mystery cross-over dealing with themes of obsession, fear, love, inner-secrets and regret. But also the hope that can come from despair.
We are stopping over on two blogs today.
Head over to Woven from Words to read an excerpt:
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Our second stop of the day is over on I Got Lost In A Book for a fabulous review.
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Welcome to Day #5 of the blog tour for The Dark Shadows of Kaysersberg By Michael Stolle #HistoricFiction #BlogTour @MichaelStolle16 @jroberts1324
February 16th- April 20th 2021
Publication Date: 27th December 2020
Publisher: Independently Published
Page Length: 223 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction / Romance / Adventure
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Armand de Saint Paul, the younger son of a great and rich noble house, is leading a carefree life in Paris, dedicating his time to such pleasures as gambling, hunting and amorous pursuits.
Unexpectedly, Armand has to defend the honour of his house in a duel that transpires to be a deadly trap, set up by a mighty foe of the house of Saint Paul.
Will Armand be able to escape the deadly net of intrigue that soon threatens to destroy him?
How can a young man deal with love, when it’s no longer a game, but a dream beyond reach?
The leading question is: What is going on behind the façade that is Castle Kaysersberg,where nothing is as it seems to be … until the day when the dark shadows come alive?
Head over to The Book's Delight where The Dark Shadows of Kaysersberg is in the spotlight!
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Welcome to Day #2 of the blog tour for The Test of Gold by Renee Yancy #HistoricalRomance #TheTestOfGold #BlogTour @YancyRenee
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The Test of Gold
By Renee Yancy
March 15th – March 26th 2021
Publication Date: 15 March 2021
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing
Page Length: 335 pages
Genre: Historical Romance
Raised in the shadow of a mother who defied convention, but won’t allow her own daughter the right to make the same choices, heiress Evangeline Lindenmayer has been groomed since childhood to marry into the British aristocracy.
When Lindy challenges her mother’s long-laid plans by falling in love with a poor seminary student, the explosion is bigger than the Brooklyn Bridge fireworks on Independence Day.
We are starting this tour off with two reviews!
Head on over to Let Your Words Shine and find out 5 fun things you didn't know about author Renee Yancy!
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