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November 9, 2023
The Coffee Pot Book Blog Tours present: London Tales by Tim Walker
Book Title: London Tales
Series: Short Stories, Book Two
Author: Tim Walker
Publication Date: 8th November 2023
Publisher: Independently published
Page Length: 203
Audiobook: 3 hours
Genres: short stories; historical fiction; contemporary fiction; dystopian
London Tales
by Tim Walker
This collection of eleven tales offers dramatic pinpricks in the rich tapestry of London’s timeline, a city with two thousand years of history. They are glimpses of imagined lives at key moments, starting with a prologue in verse from the point of view of a native Briton tribeswoman absorbing the shock of Roman invasion. The first story is a tense historical adventure set in Roman Londinium in 60 CE from the perspective of terrified legionaries and townsfolk facing the vengeful Iceni queen, Boudica, whose army burnt the fledgling city to the ground.
Further historical dramas take place in 1381 during the Peasant’s Revolt, the Great Fire of London in 1666 and the last ice fair on the frozen Thames in 1814. These are followed by a romance set during the Blitz in 1941, then the swinging Sixties and wide-flared seventies are remembered in the life story of fictional policeman, Brian Smith. Moving on, an East End family get a fright from copycat killings that are a throwback to the 1888 Jack the Ripper murders.
There’s a series of contemporary stories that reference recent events, including the London terrorist bombings of 2005, a literary pub crawl and a daring prison break, building to the imagined death throes of London in a chilling, dystopian vision. These stories are loosely inspired by the author’s personal experiences and reflections on his time living and working in London in the 1980’s and 90’s. Adaptability, resilience, conformity and resolve are recurring themes.
London Tales evokes the city’s rich history and the qualities that were needed by Londoners at various times to survive and prosper – from the base and brutal, devious and inspired, to the refined and civilized.
Read an Excerpt
Burning Shadows
An explosion coming from the river caused gasps and glances in that direction. “A warehouse has exploded!” a man next to them exclaimed. “’Tis the Dutch - they are storing gunpowder in our city to attack us!” another shouted.
The sound urged the harried Londoners to redouble their efforts to escape the pall of black smoke rising from the glowing inferno barely three streets behind them. The fire was spreading quickly in a pernicious, swirling wind.
Reverend Swallow had removed the tall, black hat that marked him out as a Puritan to wipe the sweat from his brow. “’Tis the end of days as told in the Book of Revelation, in this cursed year bearing the number of the beast, 666.”
The stern expressions around him showed this was of little comfort to his group of family and fellow believers. Any further revelations were halted by the splintering of wood accompanied by the groan of collapsing buildings as the insatiable fire ate up the flimsy houses in its path. They felt a rush of hot air on their necks as they picked up their carts and guided them down Ludgate Hill towards the Ludgate - the most westerly gate out of the old medieval walled city.
“We must look for my father amongst the crowd,” Goody Swallow shouted above the noise of braying donkeys, honking geese, clucking hens, and the fretful utterances of the fleeing tide of humanity, most of whom had given up their homes and possessions to the greedy flames. A dog snapped at Ruth who cried out in fear, causing her mother to beat the dog away with her staff. The crowd was bunching together as they approached the entrance to the stone gatehouse that was their route to safety.
“Over here!” William Say’s firm, commanding voice floated out of the gloom of the gatehouse passage. The Swallows angled their carts towards the damp, brick wall of the ancient archway where William was waiting. He hugged his daughter and granddaughter. “I am much cheered on this miserable day to greet you all,” he muttered, shaking his son-in-law’s hand.
“Thank the Lord you’re safe, William,” Reverend Swallow said, reluctant to let go of his hand.
“And thanks to little Ruthie for finding me and warning me off from returning to your house.” He pinched the gleeful girl’s cheek.
“Aye, but the sheriff’s dogs will no doubt be on our trail. Come, let us hurry to my meeting house beyond the Strand.” They rejoined the throng moving west, crossing a bridge over the River Fleet that joined the Thames just a hundred yards to their left, then uphill along Fleet Street.
Authors Note:
The Great Fire of London started in Thomas Farriner’s bakery on Pudding Lane on the night of 1st September 1666. It was speculated, in a television documentary, that the cause may have been that the oven door was left open and a spark jumped out to ignite a reed mat. The wind direction at the time was east to west, and the dry conditions allied with closely grouped and combustible houses, ensured the fire spread quickly. King Charles II didn’t flee London from the encroaching fire, as William Say suggests in the story. Perhaps on the advice of courtiers, the king and his brother, the Duke of York, took the opportunity to salvage their tarnished reputations by remaining to organise firefighters and the deployment of the cavalry to pull down houses to make fire breaks. Their efforts, perhaps aided by a dying wind, succeeded in stopping the fire’s spread and, on the fourth day, the Great Fire burnt out. The damage caused by the Great Fire was immense: 436 acres of London were destroyed, including 13,200 houses and 87 out of 109 churches. An accurate death toll was not recorded – the official figure was a mere six deaths.
Lawyer and Member of Parliament, William Say, was one of 59 signatories to King Charles I’s execution order in 1649, and is thought to have drafted the document. He was never captured, and an entry in Wikipedia tells us he is thought to have died in 1666, but where and of what cause, remains unknown. An entry in the biography of William Say on the British Civil Wars website tells us: “He joined [General] Ludlow at Vevey in Switzerland until 1664 and is believed to have been involved in plots against the government of England in 1665-6. He probably died in the Netherlands around 1666.” (www.bcw-project.org).
Many Regicides were buried in unmarked graves for fear their remains would be exhumed by vengeful Royalists (as were the bodies of Cromwell and Ireton) and their skulls displayed on spikes as traitors. The only other historical figure in the story, apart from Say, is Sheriff of London, Sir William Hooker. It is not known if William Say returned to England during his exile – I picked him for my story because of uncertainty over his fate and the suggestion he lived until 1666.
Available from Amazon in e-book, paperback, Kindle Unlimited and audiobook formats, London Tales is a companion volume to Thames Valley Tales.
Book cover designed by Sean McClean, shows elements from stories.
This title is available to read on #KindleUnlimited.
Tim Walker is an independent author living near Windsor in the UK. Although born in Hong Kong in the sixties, he grew up in Liverpool where he began his working life as a trainee reporter on a local newspaper. After attaining a degree in Communication Studies he moved to London where he worked in the newspaper publishing industry for ten years before relocating to Zambia where, following a period of voluntary work with VSO, he set up his own marketing and publishing business. He returned to the UK in 2009.
His creative writing journey began in earnest in 2013, as a therapeutic activity whilst recovering from cancer treatment. He began writing an historical fiction series, A Light in the Dark Ages, in 2014, inspired by a visit to the part-excavated site of former Roman town Calleva Atrebatum at Silchester in Hampshire. The series connects the end of Roman Britain to elements of the Arthurian legend and is inspired by historical source material, presenting an imagined historical fiction of Britain in the fifth and early sixth centuries.
The last book in the series, Arthur, Rex Brittonum, was published in June 2020. This is a re-imagining of the story of King Arthur and follows on from 2019’s Arthur Dux Bellorum. Both titles are Coffee Pot Book Club recommended reads. The series starts with Abandoned (second edition, 2018); followed by Ambrosius: Last of the Romans (2017); and book three, Uther’s Destiny (2018). Series book covers are designed by Canadian graphic artist, Cathy Walker.
Tim has also written two books of short stories, Thames Valley Tales (second edition 2023), London Tales (2023); a book of verse, Perverse (2020); a dystopian thriller, Devil Gate Dawn (2016); and three children’s books, co-authored with his daughter, Cathy – The Adventures of Charly Holmes (2017), Charly & the Superheroes (2018) and Charly in Space (2020).
Tim took early retirement on medical grounds and now divides his time between writing and helping out at a Berkshire-based charity, Men’s Matters.
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London Tales and Thames Valley Tales audiobooks were narrated and produced by actor, author and playwright Richard James who has been appearing on stage and screen for over thirty years. Most recently, he played a guest role in Miss Scarlet & The Duke for PBS and Alibi Films and was nominated for 'Best Supporting Performance' at the Off West End Awards for his roles in A Sherlock Carol at the Marylebone Theatre in 2022. The play will be reprised in winter 2023/4.
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November 8, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tour Presents: The Warmth of Snow by Heidi Eljarbo
Book Title: The Warmth of Snow
Series: Heartwarming Christmas
Author: Heidi Eljarbo
Publication Date: 24th October 2023
Publisher: self-published
Page Length: 212
Genre: Sweet Historical Romance, Historical Fiction, Scandinavian Literature
The Warmth of Snow
by Heidi Eljarbo
There must be a way to thaw a heart long frozen. Can she help him, or does he have other plans?
Sweden 1810.
August Brandell, the count of Linborg, has returned home after four years of war against the French Empire under the direction of Napoléon Bonaparte. Wounded and downtrodden, he is a meager shadow of the man he used to be.
One day, a lovely young woman comes calling. She’s strong and bright and, unlike the rest, seems unaffected by his wealth and unfortunate disability. He soon discovers he wants more than a sweet friendship, but a life of caring for him would not be fair to such a beautiful soul. Oh, how dearly, deeply he loves her and secretly wants her to stay, but he cannot and will not ask such a sacrifice from her…especially not when it’s out of pity for him.
Erica Gustava Ebbesdotter has primarily been left to herself since she was orphaned at an early age. Although grateful to her aunt and uncle for taking her in, they pay her no attention and even keep her in the dark about her parents.
Hearing about Count Brandell’s unfortunate fate on the battlefield, she knocks on the door at Castle Linborg to leave him a card of encouragement.
Meeting Count Brandell changes Erica’s entire world. Falling for him is utterly unexpected. Soon, he fills her heart, but he is far above her station. How can a man like him see beyond her less refined clothes and past? Worst of all, he is already betrothed.
This is a sweet and wholesome historical romance—a hauntingly beautiful tale of two hearts meant to be together.
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TIME IS A PECULIAR thing. The first of November is here. Leafless birch trees stand in silent parade along the allée. The birds of summer have flown south to places only God knows where. Outside, the first snow has painted the garden and fields beyond with an overwhelming whiteness. It comes and goes this time of year…the snow. And time deceives me, makes me believe I’m wiser, older—that I’ve experienced these seasonal changes a hundredfold. Yet, for me—Erica Gustava Ebbesdotter—it has only been twenty-four moments in time.
Erica put the quill pen aside and placed her journal in the desk drawer. The knitted shawl had slipped off her shoulders, and she pulled it back into place.
Even though the maid had lit the wood burning stove in her attic chamber more than an hour ago, the chill of the night still clung to the walls and floor. Erica lifted the latch and opened the door to add another log in the cast iron stove. Mesmerizing orange and yellow flames danced inside, playful yet confident.
She had nothing to complain about…not truly. An orphan who’d been taken in by an aunt and uncle who kept her dressed, fed, and somewhat socialized, Erica considered herself more fortunate than most in her situation. But no matter how often her fireplace was stoked or how many summers arrived with days of sun and warmth, nothing made up for the lack of affection and tenderness from her family at Holst Manor. A niece was not the same as a son or daughter—something her aunt had pointed out to Erica on numerous occasions.
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HEIDI ELJARBO grew up in a home full of books, artwork, and happy creativity. She is the author of award-winning historical novels filled with courage, hope, mystery, adventure, and sweet romance in the midst of 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 their Wheaten Terrier 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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November 7, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tours present: The Moon That Fell From Heaven by N. L. Holmes
Book Title: The Moon That Fell from Heaven
Series: Empire at Twilight
Author: N.L. Holmes
Publication Date: September 26th, 2023
Publisher: Red Adept Publishing
Page Length: 307
Genre: Historical fiction
The Moon That Fell from Heaven
by N.L. Holmes
Ehli-nikkalu, eldest daughter of the Hittite emperor, is married to a mere vassal of her father's. But despite her status, her foreignness and inability to produce an heir drive a wedge between her and the court that surrounds her. When her secretary is mysteriously murdered while carrying the emperor a message that would indict the loyalty of his vassal, Ehli-nikkalu adopts the dead man’s orphaned children out of a guilty sense of responsibility.
A young cousin she has never met becomes a pretender to the throne and mobilizes roving armies of the poor and dispossessed, which causes the priority of her loyalties to become even more suspect. However, Ehli-nikkalu discovers a terrible secret that could destabilize the present regime if the pretender ever learns of it.
With the help of a kindly scribe, her brave young ward, and an embittered former soldier trapped in debt and self-doubt, Ehli-nikkalu sets out to save the kingdom and prove herself to her father. And along the way, she learns something about love.
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Ehli-nikkalu closed her eyes and opened her nostrils to the perfume of the woods—the elusive sweetness of bracken and the pungent hint of fir now and again as the hardwoods began to give way to the darker conifers. So rich in memories. Cicadas droned. An occasional animal crashed through the underbrush, but no human voices could be heard. Ehli-nikkalu thought of the black forests that surrounded the city, perched between the high plateau and the higher hills, where she had been born. In her homeland, the mountains themselves were divine. Her father was named for the god of a mountain. Surely anyone could sense the sacredness of the place through which they sailed in the lumbering, rocking barque of their carriage.
She opened her eyes once more and, in a state of tender nostalgia, watched the passage of age-old trunks, of dense shadow and brilliant clearings, and of the brief flash of wings as a jay or pigeon fluttered from branch to branch. The swaying of the carriage almost lulled her into a state of wakeful dreaming.
Thus, at first, she wasn’t sure how to react when, much later in the afternoon, Teshamanu appeared at the side of her wheel. He was a bit winded from having bypassed the intervening mules at an uphill trot. To stay abreast of her vehicle, he had to walk carefully sideways to avoid being scraped off the road by the trees, which enclosed them more and more tightly.
“My lady,” he said with ill-concealed alarm, “I think we’ve taken a wrong turn.”
“What? What makes you think so?” She became wide-awake.
“I’ve been to Apsuna many times, my lady. This is certainly not the road. We’re heading east, up the mountainside.” His dark eyes were wide with concern.
Ehli-nikkalu’s first instinct was to say that that was nonsense—the soldiers had to know the way. And indeed, there seemed to be no contradicting such an obvious fact; the king would never have confided them to guards who didn’t even know the way to their destination. Or at least, the animal drivers must know... Less sure of herself, she said, “What do the muleteers say?”
“I asked one fellow, and he said it looked to him as if we were off the route, but he wasn’t that clear on where we were heading.”
She fell silent, a niggling tendril of doubt working its way up her gullet. After a moment, hoping he had an answer, she asked, “How could that be? Perhaps there’s been a detour.”
He shrugged and said nothing, but his eyes pierced hers and infected her with his doubts. She whispered, “What’s going on, then?”
The secretary looked around him and said uneasily, “Perhaps nothing, but—” He was cut off suddenly when he had to step back into the woods to avoid striking a tree that crowded the passage of the carriage.
A moment later, a high-pitched scrape sounded as a wagon barely passed through the narrowing road, and a muleteer let out an outraged cry. “What in the name of all that’s holy! This can’t be the right way!”
She stuck her head out the window of the litter and called out, “Officer, come here a moment.”
Beside her, Ba’aluya sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Are we there yet?”
Ehli-nikkalu waited a decent space of time, measured by the thudding of the mules’ steps, but no one responded. She saw Teshamanu had fallen back to the wagon where the servants rode, and he walked alongside its driver. Shamumanu stuck his head out the front of the wagon. The three of them were talking.
She called again loudly, “Soldier! You there! Tell your officer to come back here. I want to speak to him.”
The man was only a few paces in front of her, at the side of the righthand mule. He turned his head, grinned at her, and turned back, never breaking stride.
Fear fluttered its wings in her heart, a gray dove that saw overhead the shadow of more powerful wings.
“What’s wrong, my lady?” Amaya asked.
But Ehli-nikkalu had no answer. She knew only that something was gravely amiss
Ahead of the carriage, the mule’s driver plodded at its side, flicking it absently with his folded whip. Ehli-nikkalu watched the man’s sweaty back flex with each climbing step, and the appearance and reappearance of his heels in their dirty boots.
She cried out imperiously, “Muleteer! Stop this vehicle. I want to get out.” But he seemed to be deaf. His steps continued at the same trudging pace. “Do you hear me, man? It’s the queen who commands. Stop the mules.”
But nothing.
This is unnatural—like a nightmare where you want to scream for help but can’t make a noise. She called out and called out, and no one seemed to hear. Have I died? Am I nothing more substantial than a ghost, lamenting in a voice no living being can hear? Or is something more physical—and more sinister—taking place?
Amaya, at her side, asked, “What’s going on?” The girl’s voice seemed to echo, as if she said it again and again.
Those words hammered in Ehli-nikkalu’s head like a pulse. She calculated her chances of climbing out of the litter as it moved, but the trees, which were little more than saplings, were closely serried, crowding in around the vehicle. The scrapes and curses behind her grew more frequent, but the path had become so steep that she suspected the carters feared to stop their wagons lest they roll backward.
She looked back at the wagon that followed, where Teshamanu and the muleteer and the chamberlain still appeared to converse heatedly, waving their hands and pointing. She could hear only “wrong road!” and “going on?” and “tell the king.”
“What’s happening?” she shouted to them.
Teshamanu slipped into the trees and began to squeeze his way through their slim trunks toward her.
In an anxious, high-pitched voice, the chamberlain called, “No one is sure, my lady.”
Her secretary drew level with the carriage and hoisted himself awkwardly into it with his one hand. She drew the girls to the side to make some room before he fell over her legs.
Amaya caught at him, crying, “Uncle, what’s happening?”
That seemed to be the only thing anyone could say, the thing that consumed all their thoughts. The younger children awoke and stared open-mouthed, infected by the adults’ fear.
“What’s wrong with the soldiers? Why don’t they respond to me?” Ehli-nikkalu demanded.
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N.L. Holmes is the pen name of a professional archaeologist who received her doctorate from Bryn Mawr College. She has excavated in Greece and in Israel and taught ancient history and humanities at the university level for many years. She has always had a passion for books, and in childhood, she and her cousin used to write stories for fun.
These days she lives in France with her husband, two cats, geese, and chickens, where she gardens, weaves, dances, and plays the violin
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November 5, 2023
Delighted to welcome Wendy J Dunn to the blog to talk about her latest release. Henry VIII's True daughter.
Hi Wendy, Thank you so much for agreeing to join me on the blog. I cannot wait to read your new book about Catherine Carey. How did you come to write this book and this subject in particular?
When Pen and Sword Books included that question as part of their promotional materials, I decided I would take up Judith’s lovely offer of writing something for her blog and provide an answer.
I confess. Writing Henry VIII’s True Daughter: Catherine Carey, A Tudor Life hadn’t been on my bucket list of things to do in my life. Yes, sometimes, I had thought of writing a nonfiction book about the Tudors, but my writing passion is to write novels. That gave me plenty to do in my writing life. Yet, in 2020, someone unexpectedly approached me on twitter. Of all things, a commissioning editor for Pen & Sword Books. They asked if I was interested in writing a Tudor non-fiction book for this history publisher.
Before I responded in any way, it was my turn to check out this unknown person. Was I being scammed? I asked myself. ‘Tricked?’ To my surprise, I discovered this person was indeed a commissioning editor. I became curious, and asked them, ‘What kind of project?’ They replied to that question by giving me three projects to choose from. They obviously had done their homework in establishing my Tudor interests. All three projects intrigued me, but one more than simply intrigued me. It called for me to discover more about Catherine Carey, one of my favourite Tudor people, the person I gave voice to in The Light in the Labyrinth, my second Anne Boleyn novel.
Catherine Carey is yet another woman almost forgotten by history. As a writer of fiction, I welcomed that gap. It both invited and gave me the freedom to imagine her as a teenager witnessing the final year of Anne Boleyn’s life. Now offered with the opportunity to return to investigating her life and find the evidence that would offer strong proof for me to argue that she was what I believed; she was Henry VIII’s true daughter, was too hard to resist. I soon signed a contract to begin my research.
David Starkey once remarked, ‘We really should stop taking historical novelists seriously as historians. The idea that they have authority is ludicrous. They are very good at imagining character: that’s why the novels sell. They have no authority when it comes to the handling of historical sources. Full stop.’
It strikes me that, by approaching me to write this book, Pen and Sword Books must see things differently to Dr Starkey. They must take historical fiction writers seriously to commission them to write nonfiction works.
I understand why. Like I said, I am primarily a writer of historical fiction. I have written historical fiction for decades. One reason I have only published four novels is because of the extensive research put into writing each novel. Even my unpublished novel set in 2010 about a woman writing a Tudor novel – a novel I hope to find a good publisher for, if not self-publish it myself – involved extensive research. Yes, Dr Starkey, I handle historical sources, but I use them in my novels in a far different way than in a work of nonfiction.
Historical fiction demands a lot from writers. It is not only is a multifaceted genre that uses history for its storytelling, but one involving ethics – simply because we give voice to the dead. I spent many sleepless nights struggling with this. I can only go on with my story knowing I have respected my historical people by all the research I have done to tell my imagined story well.
I have never met a fellow writer of historical fiction who has not loved research. We all pride ourselves on the research we do. But research is always for the purpose of writing fiction – and to inspire imagination. Kundera (2003, p. 44) writes, ‘…fidelity to history is a secondary matter as regards the value of the novel. The novelist is neither historian nor prophet: he is an explorer of existence’. In other words, research is the means to write fiction that sets out to create the past and its people. Research illuminates that ‘The past is another country; they do things differently there’ (Hartley 2004, p.5).I can now say the same of researching a work of nonfiction set in the past. Each of my novels has been a writing adventure I embarked on and successfully accomplished. I did not expect that my nonfiction book would also become a wonderful writing adventure, too. It deepened my knowledge about Catherine Carey, as well as reassured me that my fictional reconstruction of her was still safe in the realms of possibility. It also increased my knowledge about her Tudor world. I love learning more about the Tudors, and having people step out as vivid and powerful personalities. People like the spellbinding Elisabeth Parr, a woman deserving so much more attention by historians. Because of writing this nonfiction book, I even have a new history crush – Dr John Dee. And that’s despite his beard. I am like Katherine of Aragon. Bearded men are not my thing. I knew of Dee before, but now I want to know so much more about him.
But what really came even more home to me in writing Henry VIII’s True Daughter: Catherine Carey, A Tudor Life was what I see as one of the tragedies of history. History has forgotten far too many women. Women whose lives provide simply footnotes to the lives of their menfolk. History writes of their lives with such brevity that it breathes the appalling nature of our recent past. Being born in the female gender simply resulted in the erasure. If we do not restore the stories of women from the past to recorded history, then half our human story remains hidden in the dark. One reason I signed to new a second nonfiction work on another little-known Tudor woman is that I feel more committed than ever to return women’s stories to where they belong – as an equal part of our shared past.
What I hope I have achieved with my first nonfiction work is that readers will see her as I do – a fascinating, intelligent woman with power. True power. Catherine is an important player in the story of Elizabeth I. She helped shape her into the queen England calls Gloriana to this day. Henry VIII’s True Daughter: Catherine Carey, A Tudor Life shows how much Catherine deserves that recognition.
Wendy J. Dunn is an award-winning Australian writer fascinated by Tudor history – so much so she was not surprised to discover a family connection to the Tudors, not long after the publication of her first Anne Boleyn novel, which narrated the Anne Boleyn story through the eyes of Sir Thomas Wyatt, the elder. Her family tree reveals the intriguing fact that one of her ancestral families – possibly over three generations – had purchased land from both the Boleyn and Wyatt families to build up their own holdings. It seems very likely Wendy’s ancestors knew the Wyatts and Boleyns personally. Wendy is married, the mother of three sons and one daughter—named after a certain Tudor queen, surprisingly, not Anne. She is also the grandmother of two amazing small boys. She gained her PhD in 2014 and loves walking in the footsteps of the historical people she gives voice to in her novels. Wendy also tutors at Swinburne University of Technology, Australia.
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October 31, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tours present: Who She Left Behind by Victoria Atamian Waterman
Book Title: Who She Left Behind
Author: Victoria Atamian Waterman
Publication Date: October 17, 2023
Publisher: Historium Press
Page Length: 230 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
WHO SHE LEFT BEHIND
Victoria Atamian Waterman
“Who She Left Behind” is a captivating historical fiction novel that spans generations and delves into the emotional lives of its characters. Set in various time periods, from the declining days of the Ottoman Empire in Turkey in 1915 to the Armenian neighborhoods of Rhode Island and Massachusetts in the 1990s, the novel completely immerses its reader in a lesser-known era and the untold stories of the brave and resilient women who became the pillars of reconstructed communities after the Armenian Genocide.
It is a story of survival, motherhood, love, and redemption based on the recounted stories from the author’s own family history. The narrative is framed by a mysterious discovery made almost six decades later of a pair of Armenian dolls left at a gravesite.
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The village slept uneasily if it slept at all. Even the dogs were quiet, tails and ears low as they slunk along the sidewalks, hoping for scraps from the Turkish soldiers.
Further from the village center, the Karadelian house stood pale in the moonlight. The night was mild, the scent of light rain in the air, but Victoria’s palms were clammy where they lay flat against her sheets. Her next-youngest sister Yegsabet had crawled into bed with her an hour before, but Victoria was sure she wasn’t sleeping, either. She heard nine-year-old Mariam crying, her middle sister likely woken by baby Shenorig wailing in the night, and their mother’s steps in the hallway to comfort her. Mariam had already cried herself to sleep once that night. Two-year-old Lucine would sleep through it all, as she always did. She was too little even to be frightened.
Earlier that day, when the soldiers came to draft the men and boys for a special project, they’d pushed their way inside to scour the house for anything the family might have used to defend themselves.
Victoria heard warnings from the soldiers of insurgents and enemies of the state, but she didn’t understand how it applied to a prosperous cloth merchant whose shawls were the envy of every nearby village. She couldn’t understand why her family would need to defend themselves.
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Victoria Atamian Waterman is an Armenian American storyteller and speaker who draws inspiration from the quirky multigenerational, multilingual home in which she was raised with her grandparents, survivors of the Armenian Genocide.
Her empowerment of today’s women and girls makes her voice ideal for telling the little-known stories of yesterday’s women leaders. Her TED Talk, “Today’s Girls are Tomorrow’s Leaders” has been seen by thousands of viewers. When she is not writing and speaking, she is reading, puzzle-making and volunteering.
Victoria lives in Rhode Island and is enjoying this next chapter of life with her husband, children, and grandchildren. “Who She Left Behind” is her first novel.
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October 30, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tour presents: Times of Turmoil by Anna Belfrage
Book Title: Times of Turmoil
Author: Anna Belfrage
Publication Date: September 29th, 2023
Publisher: Timelight Press
Page Length: 382 pages
Genre: Historical Fiction / Time Travel Romance
Times of Turmoil
by Anna Belfrage
It is 1718 and Duncan Melville and his time traveller wife, Erin, are concentrating on building a peaceful existence for themselves and their twin daughters. Difficult to do, when they are beleaguered by enemies.
Erin Melville is not about to stand to the side and watch as a child is abused—which is how she makes deadly enemies of Hyland Nelson and his family.
Then there’s that ghost from their past, Armand Joseph Chardon, a person they were certain was dead. Apparently not. Monsieur Chardon wants revenge and his sons are tasked with making Duncan—and his wife—pay.
Things aren’t helped by the arrival of Duncan’s cousin, fleeing her abusive husband. Or the reappearance of Nicholas Farrell in their lives, as much of a warped bully now as he was when he almost beat Duncan to death years ago. Plus, their safety is constantly threatened as Erin is a woman of colour in a time and place where that could mean ostracism, enslavement or even death.
Will Duncan and Erin ever achieve their simple wish – to live and love free from fear of those who wish to destroy them?
Excerpt 4 – Times of Turmoil
Erin had her arms deep in one of the hives, a cloud of irritated bees around her, when the distinctive high voice of her housekeeper called her name. Erin winced. Even when draped in layers of sheer veils with an old hat pulled down low over her head, Mrs Andersson’s agitated voice tore at her poor ears.
“Mistress Erin!” Klara Andersson came trotting towards her, her face bright red, her hand pressed to her heaving chest.
“Wait!” Erin ordered. The bees around her buzzed, swarming round her head. She pulled out the last of the honeycombs and placed them in the large bucket beside her. She always felt like a thief doing this, but once they’d calmed down, the bees would turn their industrious nature into building new combs on the clean wooden bars she’d inserted into the basket hives to replace the ones she’d lifted out.
She grabbed hold of the buckets and made her way towards where Mrs Andersson was waiting for her.
“Best hurry,” she said.
“Why?” Erin pulled off the heavy leather gloves she’d been wearing, took off her hat and shook out her hair before bundling up the veils. She undid the worn coat she used as yet another protective layer and added it to the pile.
“Mr Lloyd,” Klara Andersson said.
“He’s here?” Erin gestured for Tim to pick up the full buckets. The boy just nodded, a lock of fair hair tumbling over his forehead. “Thank you,” she said, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. He stiffened. He always did when anyone touched him, even if it was getting better.
“Quite the harvest,” Mrs Andersson commented.
“Yes.” Had someone told Erin three years ago that one day she’d be puffed up with pride on account of her beekeeping efforts, she’d have laughed out loud. Not her, no, not Erin Barnes, newly minted journalist with her eyes set on one day winning a Pulitzer. Instead, life had thrown her the mother of all curveballs, which was how she’d ended up here, in Colonial Pennsylvania several decades before the American Revolution. Joseph Pulitzer wouldn’t be born for another hundred years and some.
She tugged at her sleeve. There were days when she wanted nothing more but to wake up back in her own time and find that these last three years were nothing but a complex dream. She’d thought a lot about her lost life over the last few months, the incidents with the Nelsons leaving her with nightmares and a permanent sense of insecurity. Not that she’d be much safer in the twenty-first century: there was a reason she’d ended up here, and that reason was Jacqueline Wilkes and her determined efforts to kill Erin Barnes. She shivered.
“And hopefully we’ll get as much come autumn,” Mrs Andersson said. “Such industrious creatures, our little bees.”
“Yeah,” Erin said, rubbing at a bee sting. The honey and the beeswax candles brought in a nice little extra income. Not that they truly needed it, but she enjoyed contributing so directly to the household. Her other private income—the proceeds of the two ships Duncan had bought on her behalf—never felt as hers: the investment had been financed by the generous gift Duncan’s uncle, David Graham, had given them after they’d saved him from dying in the Scottish Highlands. Duncan had insisted she should consider that money her dowry—his way of trying to redirect society’s focus from the colour of her skin to her purported wealth. Didn’t always work, the Nelsons being case in point.
“Mistress?”
Erin straightened up, jolted out of her thoughts by Mrs Andersson’s voice. “Yes?”
“I was just saying that Mr Lloyd seemed somewhat agitated.”
“Well, if he’s hoping for Duncan to help him . . .” Erin began.
“He wanted to see you.”
He did? Erin gnawed her lip. That sounded ominous. Usually, the very busy Lloyd would ride out to their home from Chester, greet her politely and drag Duncan off into his study, there to spend hours discussing legalities.
“Let’s hope his business won’t take too long,” Erin said. “Daniel is coming over later.”
Mrs Andersson’s face clouded. “Hmph!”
“He’s bringing me some new tools,” Erin went on, suppressing a little grin at Mrs Andersson’s responding grimace.
“It’s not seemly,” the housekeeper said, stooping to collect Erin’s makeshift beekeeper outfit. “For a woman to dabble in carpentry . . .”
“I enjoy it,” Erin replied.
“Carpentry is men’s work!” Mrs Andersson said.
“Is it? And where exactly does it say that?”
“Hmph! The Lord himself was a carpenter, and he was a man, not a woman!”
“He was? I thought he was a preacher,” Erin said, mainly to get a rise out of her. Mrs Andersson was a devout member of the Lutheran Church and would make her way to Chester at least every other Sunday to listen to the weekly sermon and join her voice to the mandatory singing of “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.”
“He started out as a carpenter. His earthly father taught him the trade,” Mrs Andersson said. She narrowed her eyes. “But I have never heard of a female being apprenticed to a carpenter. Never!”
“I wasn’t apprenticed. My grandfather taught me,” Erin said. Dangerous ground, this, because it was so easy to forget she couldn’t share just who her grandfather had been. A black US Army veteran who’d married a British half-Afghani and proceeded to build a good life with her, including a handsome son who’d fathered Erin and died four years later. She shivered: a bad, bad death at the hands of Jacqueline Wilkes.
“. . . sewing,” Mrs Andersson said.
“Eh?” Erin asked.
“I said, it would be better if you set a good example to your two little girls by practising your sewing instead of covering yourself in sawdust and wood-shavings.”
“I don’t like to sew,” Erin said.
Mrs Andersson snorted. “That’s not true. You don’t know how to sew, which in itself is a right mystery: what woman grows up without knowing how to make a shirt?”
“One that spent her time with her carpenter grandfather?” she retorted.
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Had Anna been allowed to choose, she’d have become a time-traveller. As this was impossible, she became a financial professional with two absorbing interests: history and writing. Anna has authored the acclaimed time travelling series The Graham Saga, set in 17th century Scotland and Maryland, as well as the equally acclaimed medieval series The King’s Greatest Enemy which is set in 14th century England.
Anna has also published The Wanderer, a fast-paced contemporary romantic suspense trilogy with paranormal and time-slip ingredients.
More recently, Anna has been hard at work with her Castilian series. The first book, His Castilian Hawk, published in 2020, is set against the complications of Edward I’s invasion of Wales, His Castilian Hawk is a story of loyalty, integrity—and love. In the second instalment, The Castilian Pomegranate, we travel with the protagonists to the complex political world of medieval Spain, while the third, Her Castilian Heart, finds our protagonists back in England—not necessarily any safer than the wilds of Spain! The fourth book, Their Castilian Orphan, is scheduled for early 2024.
Anna has recently released Times of Turmoil, the sequel to her 2021 release, The Whirlpools of Time. Here she returns to the world of time travel. Where The Whirlpools of Time had Duncan and the somewhat reluctant time-traveller Erin navigating the complexities of the first Jacobean rebellion in Scotland, in Times of Turmoil our protagonists are in Colonial Pennsylvania, hoping for a peaceful existence. Not about to happen—not in one of Anna’s books!
All of Anna’s books have been awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion, she has several Historical Novel Society Editor’s Choices, and one of her books won the HNS Indie Award in 2015. She is also the proud recipient of various Reader’s Favorite medals as well as having won various Gold, Silver and Bronze Coffee Pot Book Club awards.
Find out more about Anna, her books and enjoy her eclectic historical blog on her website, www.annabelfrage.com
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October 24, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tour presents: The Merchant's Dilemma by Carolyn Hughes
Book Title: The Merchant’s Dilemma, a Meonbridge Chronicles Companion Novel
Series: The Meonbridge Chronicles
Author: Carolyn Hughes
Publication Date: 20th September 2023
Publisher: Riverdown Books
Page Length: 232
Genre: Historical Fiction
The Merchant’s Dilemma
By Carolyn Hughes
1362. Winchester. Seven months ago, accused of bringing plague and death from Winchester, Bea Ward was hounded out of Meonbridge by her former friends and neighbours. Finding food and shelter where she could, she struggled to make her way back to Winchester again.
Yet, once she arrived, she wondered why she’d come.
For her former lover – the love of her life – Riccardo Marchaunt, had married a year ago. And she no longer had the strength to go back to her old life on the streets. Frail, destitute and homeless, she was reduced to begging. Then, in January, during a tumultuous and destructive storm, she found herself on Riccardo’s doorstep. She had no plan, beyond hoping he might help her, or at least provide a final resting place for her poor body.
When Bea awakes to find she’s lying in Riccardo’s bed once more, she’s thankful, thrilled, but mystified. But she soon learns that his wife died four months ago, along with their newborn son, and finds too that Riccardo loves her now as much as he ever did, and wants to make her his wife. But can he? And, even if he can, could she ever really be a proper merchant’s wife?
Riccardo could not have been more relieved to find Bea still alive, when he thought he had lost her forever. She had been close to death, but is now recovering her health. He adores her and wants her to be his wife. But how? His father would forbid such an “unfitting” match, on pain of denying him his inheritance. And what would his fellow merchants think of it? And their haughty wives?
Yet, Riccardo is determined that Bea will be his wife. He has to find a solution to his dilemma… With the help of his beloved mother, Emilia, and her close friend, Cecily, he hatches a plan to make it happen.
But even the best laid plans sometimes go awry. And the path of love never did run smooth…
The Merchant’s Dilemma is a companion novel to the main series of MEONBRIDGE CHRONICLES, and continues the story of Bea and Riccardo after the end of the fourth Chronicle, Children’s Fate. It is a little more romantic and light-hearted than the other Chronicles but, if you’ve enjoyed reading about the lives of the characters of Meonbridge, you will almost certainly enjoy reading The Merchant’s Dilemma too!
EXCERPT 3 FROM THE MERCHANT’S DILEMMA
From Chapter 1
Many more days passed before Bea felt strong enough to leavethe bed. It occurred to her that, although this was Riccardo’s bed, he wasn’tsleeping in it.
‘Where does Riccardo rest his head at night?’ she said toMistress Collyton, and the old woman grinned.
‘Across the way,’ she said, pointing to the door. ‘Themaster bought a new bed for the front chamber.’
The other upstairs chamber had not been furnished with a bedwhen she lived here before.
But, then, no one came to stay. If they had, she supposedRiccardo would have provided pallets. ‘So, it’s now a proper bedchamber?’ shesaid.
‘The bed’s not as fine as this one, but good enough…’
Bea sat up. ‘Perhaps I should sleep there now, so Riccardocan have his own bed back?’
Mistress Collyton let out a hoot. ‘You can be sure themaster’ll not hear of such a thing. You’re to have the best of everything,young mistress…’ Coming forward, she began straightening the rumpled bedding,but Bea reached out to touch her arm.
‘No need to do that,’ she said. ‘I think I might get uptoday.’
The old woman clapped her hands. ‘Oh, that’s good to hear!The master’ll be so pleased.’
Bea flipped back the covers and, gently swinging her legssideways, she placed her feet upon the floor. The wooden boards were chilly andshe grimaced. Mistress Collyton noticed and hurried to one of the chestsstanding by the wall. She lifted up the lid and, pulling out a pair of softslippers and a woollen mantle, brought them over and put them on the bed.
‘These are for you,’ she said. ‘Shall I ’elp you wi’ theslippers?’
‘No, no, I can manage.’ The poor old thing could scarcelybend low enough to help her. Bea wriggled her feet into the slippers,and beamed. ‘A perfect fit,’ she said, then took the mantle, which was thickand warm, and wrapped it about her shoulders.
‘’Course, if you want to go downstairs,’ said thehousekeeper, ‘there’s a couple of gowns for you to wear.’
Bea wondered if they were new. Or had they belonged toRiccardo’s wife? She hoped not. Nonetheless she nodded. ‘But I think I’ll stayup here for now, till my legs are working properly.’
‘Why don’t you take a few turns about the room,’ saidMistress Collyton, ‘whilst I go and bring you some hot broth?’ She steppedtowards the door. ‘’Less you need my help?’
‘I’m sure I can manage, thank you.’
By turns, she circled the chamber’s floor and sat in thechair the housekeeper had dozed in whilst she’d been sound asleep. Her legsfelt weak, not quite able to sustain her. But she had been in bed for weeks,following several months of hunger and mounting frailty, so it was unsurprisingthey needed time to regain their strength. She would take things steadily for aday or two, yet she was longing to see the rest of the house. Longing too tospend time with Riccardo. Of course, he visited her up here in the bedchamber,but it wasn’t the same as sitting together by the fire in the hall, or diningside by side at the long table. But, to do that, she had to be able to dressproperly, and it might be a while yet before she had the vigour to pull a gownover her head.
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Carolyn Hughes has lived much of her life in Hampshire. With a first degree in Classics and English, she started working life as a computer programmer, then a very new profession. But it was technical authoring that later proved her vocation, word-smithing for many different clients, including banks, an international hotel group and medical instruments manufacturers.Although she wrote creatively on and off for most of her adult life, it was not until her children flew the nest that writing historical fiction took centre stage. But why historical fiction? Serendipity!
Seeking inspiration for what to write for her Creative Writing Masters, she discovered the handwritten draft, begun in her twenties, of a novel, set in 14th century rural England… Intrigued by the period and setting, she realised that, by writing a novel set in the period, she’d be able to both learn more about the medieval past and interpret it, which seemed like a thrilling thing to do. A few days later, the first Meonbridge Chronicle, Fortune’s Wheel, was under way.
Six published books later (with more to come), Carolyn does now think of herself as an Historical Novelist. And she wouldn’t have it any other way…
Carolyn has a Master’s in Creative Writing from Portsmouth University and a PhD from the University of Southampton.
You can connect with Carolyn through her website www.carolynhughesauthor.com and social media.
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October 14, 2023
Meet Valerie Green, author of The McBride Chronicles
I am delighted to welcome Valerie Green to the blog today to introduce herself and her books. Thank you for joining us, Valerie.
FROM FACT TO FICTION
By
Valerie Green
(Hello from Canada!)
I have always been passionate about historical fiction, even though for many years as a writer in England where I was born and educated. and in Canada where I now live, I have written mostly non-fiction, true crime, and books on social issues. All my necessary research for those topics has provided me with a good foundation for delving into historical fiction in more recent years.
I also am passionate about reading so I am always on the search for new historical fiction writers, having read and enjoyed most of the books by Philippa Gregory, Rosamund Pilcher, Edward Rutherford, Hilary Mantel, M.M. Kaye, Margaret Mitchell, Ken Follett, and Colleen McCullough—to name just a few. And of course, I have not neglected the classics by Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, and Charlotte Bronte.
I was delighted, therefore, to recently discover books by another historical fiction writer, U.K. author Judith Arnopp, and I soon became hooked on her Tudor and Beaufort series. Henry VIII was always my favourite character in school and Judith manages to show her readers many new sides to his very complex character. Fascinating! I was thrilled when she asked me to be a guest on her blog today.
I grew up in England and for a few years we lived in an 18th century farmhouse. I loved all the nooks and crannies of that old house that we discovered had once also been a bakery. Maybe someone had died eating the homemade bread because we also had a resident ghost. At one time or another, my parents, my older sister, and I had all been aware of his/her presence. I think those were the years when I became hooked on history and the seeds of many later stories I would write were born.
I am currently working on a four-book historical fiction series entitled The McBride Chronicles. The first three books – Providence, Destiny, and Legacy – are already released. I’m currently working on Book 4 – Tomorrow. The series starts in the 1840s in England and Scotland and travels to the New World where my two main characters, Jane Hopkins (an orphan) and Gideon McBride (the son of a poor fisherman in Scotland) finally meet in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. and start a family dynasty. The future books about their descendants take the story from the 1870s to present day.
If you decide to read The McBride Chronicles, best to begin with Providence and I hope you will enjoy the story enough to leave a review. All the books can be found on my website: www.valeriegreenauthor.com which will connect to my publishers’ website www.hancockhousepublishers.com where the books can also be purchased.
The books, both paperback and kindle, are also available on Amazon, and you can follow me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/valerie.green3
Find me on Instagram – at valeriegreen8382
And on Twitter (X). @valgreenauthor
And, if you have time, check me out at #greenonhistory too where many of my articles can be found.
I always love to hear from readers at hello@valeriegreen.com
Thank you, Judith, for the opportunity to be here today on your blog. So much fun to talk to people in the United Kingdom. Now I look forward to having you on my blog as a ‘visiting author’ soon. I’m sure readers in Canada would love to hear more about your books.
About the Author
Valerie Green’s love of history and writing about the past and travel began when she was a child in England. After graduating from journalism school in London, she worked as a cub reporter on a local newspaper. She also worked briefly at Foyles Bookstore in London and at the War Office (MI5) before becoming a legal secretary. Freelance writing was not very lucrative!
In 1968, she moved to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and met her future husband. After marrying in England, they returned to Canada and raised a son and a daughter together. Valerie continued to pursue a career as a freelance writer, columnist, and author of over 20 historical nonfiction books set in the Pacific Northwest.
She also branched out into true crime books, including one set in Colorado: Gamblers, Gunmen and Good-Time Gals. Her most famous true crime book is Vanished: The Michael Dunahee Story, the tragic story of a child abduction that occurred in Victoria in 1991 and still remains unsolved.
She has also written one audio fiction (mystery-suspense) story, one ghostwritten book about caring for a handicapped child, and a caregiver’s story, Embrace the Journey, to help those taking care of family members at home. In addition, she has edited many books, including Mental Aerobics by Nancy Lewthwaite, now widely used in medical circles.
Valerie belongs to the Professional Writers of Canada, the Federation of BC Writers, and the Writers’ Union of Canada and is a past director on the board of the Saanich Arts, Culture & Heritage Committee, the Saanich Heritage Foundation, and the Saanich Legacy Foundation.
Passionate about heritage and heritage homes, Valerie wrote two books devoted to Greater Victoria and Vancouver Island heritage houses: If These Walls Could Talk and If More Walls Could Talk. The recently released Dunmora: The Story of a Heritage Manor House on Vancouver Island continues this theme.
Her lifelong dream of writing a definitive historical novel set in British Columbia comes to fruition in her debut novel Providence, part one in the McBride Chronicles series, to be published soon. Destiny, the second in the series, will follow later.
Today, in semi-retirement, Valerie still lives in Greater Victoria, British Columbia. She and her husband enjoy making short road trips around the province and watching their two beloved grandsons grow up.
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October 9, 2023
Drumbeats by Julia Ibbotson
Book Title: Drumbeats
Series: The Drumbeats Trilogy (Book #1)
Author: Julia Ibbotson
Publication Date: re-published June 21st, 2023
Publisher: self-published / Archbury Books
Page Length: 230
Genre: Historical Romance / Historical Mystery (20th Century)
Drumbeats
Julia Ibbotson
It’s 1965, and 18 year old Jess escapes her stifling English home for a gap year in Ghana, West Africa. But it’s a time of political turbulence across the region. Fighting to keep her young love who waits back in England, she’s thrown into the physical and emotional dangers of civil war, tragedy and the conflict of a disturbing new relationship. And why do the drumbeats haunt her dreams?
This is a rite of passage story which takes the reader hand in hand with Jess on her journey towards the complexities and mysteries of a disconcerting adult world.
This is the first novel in the acclaimed Drumbeats trilogy: Drumbeats, Walking in the Rain, Finding Jess.
For fans of Dinah Jefferies, Kate Morton, Rachel Hore, Jenny Ashcroft
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Award-winning author Julia Ibbotson herself spent an exciting time in Ghana, West Africa, teaching and nursing (like Jess in her books), and always vowed to write about the country and its past. And so, the Drumbeats Trilogy was born. She’s also fascinated by history, especially by the medieval world, and concepts of time travel, and has written haunting time-slips of romance and mystery partly set in the Anglo-Saxon period.
She studied English at Keele University, England, specialising in medieval language, literature and history, and has a PhD in linguistics. She wrote her first novel at age 10, but became a school teacher, then university lecturer and researcher. Her love of writing never left her and to date she’s written 9 books, with a 10th on the way.
Julia is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, Society of Authors and the Historical Novel Society.
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October 4, 2023
The Coffee Pot Blog Tour presents: The King's Command by Rosemary Hayes
Book Title: The King’s Command: For God or Country
Author: Rosemary Hayes
Publication Date: July 3rd, 2023
Publisher: Sharpe Books
Page Length: 415
Genre: Historical Fiction
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The King’s Command: For God or Country
Rosemary Hayes
Blurb:
16 year old Lidie Brunier has everything; looks, wealth, health and a charming suitor but there are dark clouds on the horizon. Lidie and her family are committed Huguenots and Louis XIV has sworn to stamp out this ‘false religion’ and make France a wholly Catholic country. Gradually Lidie’s comfortable life starts to disintegrate as Huguenots are stripped of all rights and the King sends his brutal soldiers into their homes to force them to become Catholics. Others around her break under pressure but Lidie and her family refuse to convert. With spies everywhere and the ever present threat of violence, they struggle on. Then a shocking betrayal forces Lidie’s hand and her only option is to try and flee the country. A decision that brings unimaginable hardship, terror and tragedy and changes her life for ever.
‘One of the very best historical novels I have ever read’ - Sandra Robinson, Huguenot Ancestry Expert
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Rosemary Hayes has written over fifty books for children and young adults. She writes in different genres, from edgy teenage fiction (The Mark), historical fiction (The Blue Eyed Aborigine and Forgotten Footprints), middle grade fantasy (Loose Connections, The Stonekeeper’s Child and Break Out) to chapter books for early readers and texts for picture books. Many of her books have won or been shortlisted for awards and several have been translated into different languages.
Rosemary has travelled widely but now lives in South Cambridgeshire. She has a background in publishing, having worked for Cambridge University Press before setting up her own company Anglia Young Books which she ran for some years. She has been a reader for a well-known authors’ advisory service and runs creative writing workshops for both children and adults.
Rosemary has recently turned her hand to adult fiction and her historical novel ‘The King’s Command’ is about the terror and tragedy suffered by the French Huguenots during the reign of Louis XIV.
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