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November 21, 2022
#NewBook #BlogTour: Sorrowful Soul–Book 3 in the #SoulPoetrySeries #Poetry #Grief #Grieving #Loss @BeemWeeks
Hi everyone! I hope you’ve all had a great weekend. Today, I’m excited to launch my three-week blog tour for my new book of poetry, Sorrowful Soul.
I’m thrilled to be visiting fellow author, blogger, Story Empire member, and friend, Beem Weeks. As well as being a talented, generous, and inspiring human being, Beem is the author of many books of fiction and short stories. He truly is an author of talent. You will find his works on his Amazon Page, and they’re well worth a look! Thanks for stopping by, everyone! Together with Stephen Geez and Fresh Ink Group, Beem does weekly podcasts, which you don’t want to miss! You can find those HERE.
I’ve closed comments so you don’t have to comment here as well as on today’s blog visit!
Where I have the links ahead of the day’s post, I’ve added them below, but they won’t work until the date they go live.
Thanks so much for all your support. Hugs 



TOUR STOPS:
Tuesday 22/11/2022 …………… Beem WeeksWednesday 23/11/2022 ……….. John HowellTuesday 29/11/2022 …………… Yvette M. CalleiroWednesday 30/11/2022 ……….. Gwen PlanoThursday 01/12/2022 ………….. Joan HallFriday 02/12/2022 ……………… Staci Troilo and Debby Gies KayeMonday 05/12/2022 ……………. David ProsserTuesday 06/12/2022 …………… Jacqui MurrayWednesday 07/12/2022 ……….. Robbie CheadleThursday 08/12/2022 …………… Stephen GeezMonday 12/12/2022 …………….. C. S. BoyackTuesday 13/12/2022 ……………. D. L. FinnWednesday 14/12/2022 ………..Jan SikesThursday 15/12/2022 …………… Mae ClairThe post #NewBook #BlogTour: Sorrowful Soul–Book 3 in the #SoulPoetrySeries #Poetry #Grief #Grieving #Loss @BeemWeeks first appeared on Welcome to Harmony Kent Online.
November 20, 2022
Harmony is Vocal! #ShortStory: This Was Your Life in @Vocal_Creators #Fiction #challenge #ReadersofTwitter
This Was Your Life
Hi everyone. I’ve written short story (3000 words) called This Was Your Life for Vocal’s The Mystery Box Challenge.
Vocal says, “The key to the Mystery Box Challenge is to capture a sense of mystery. How does the arrival of something unexpected change the course of one’s day? What is the true motive of the package’s sender? We can’t wait to see how you think outside the box.”
Due to health issues, and getting sidetracked by Vocal’s Haiku and Aquarium challenges (lols), it took me about two weeks to get this finished, so it ended up becoming a bit of a labour of love. I had fun writing this story and hope you enjoy the read!
Photo by jesse orrico on UnsplashYou can find my short story HERE.
I’d love to know what you think! And I would be delighted if you could read and heart. To heart and/or comment, you’ll need to sign in to Vocal, which is free to do.
Thanks for all your support! Hugs 

November 16, 2022
#BookReview: Vox by Christina Dalcher @CV_Dalcher
Hi everyone! I have a review for an author new to me, Christina Dalcher. When she published this book in 2018, it was her debut novel, which blows me away >>>
About the Book:
Jean McClellan spends her time in almost complete silence, limited to just one hundred words a day. Any more, and a thousand volts of electricity will course through her veins.
Now the new government is in power, everything has changed. But only if you’re a woman.
Almost overnight, bank accounts are frozen, passports are taken away and seventy million women lose their jobs. Even more terrifyingly, young girls are no longer taught to read or write.
For herself, her daughter, and for every woman silenced, Jean will reclaim her voice. This is only the beginning…
My Review:
A frightening, realistic look at the denial of female freedom
I haven’t read Christina Dalcher before, but I will be sure to check out her other books. First up, I am AMAZED this was her debut novel. Wow—just W-O-W.
‘If anyone told me I could bring down the president, and the Pure Movement, and that incompetent little shit Morgan LeBron in a week’s time, I wouldn’t believe them. But I wouldn’t argue. I wouldn’t say a thing. I’ve become a woman of few words.’ … From this understated opening line, we enter the world of Jean McClellan, who like all women, now spends her time in almost complete silence, limited to just one hundred words a day. A wrist band gives you increasingly violent electric shocks if you exceed your daily quota. Add to this the fact women are not allowed to read or use sign language, and you see the sinister picture this novel paints. From here, things only get worse.
I found the characterisation and world-building incredibly well done, and this read felt all too possible and real—especially given recent events surrounding the curtailment of women’s rights and the rising of sinister groups such as Incels, among others. Given the situation around today’s world, this makes for a chilling and sobering read, but one that also offers humour and hope. I read this quite quickly, it was so good, and here are some lines I loved …
‘… you can’t protest what you don’t see coming.’
And …
‘I didn’t turn to look; those pieces of glass looked too much like our marriage.’
And …
‘He’s mad, he’s hurt, and he’s frustrated. None of this justifies the next words out of his mouth, though, the ones he will never be able to take back, the ones that slice deeper than any shard of broken glass and make me bleed all over. “You know, babe, I wonder if it was better when you didn’t talk.”’ … This one hit me in a visceral way.
And …
‘All my words ricochet in my head as I listen, emerge from my throat in a heavy, meaningless sigh.’
With the women not allowed to work and having any and all assets and money transferred to a ‘responsible male’, this novel has strong echoes of The Handmaid’s Tale. And if you enjoyed that book/series, you’ll love this read. Having said that, this story stands on its own feet and isn’t simply a carbon copy of Margaret Atwood’s classic.
I would love to see this fantastic dystopian debut made into a movie, and Vox gets a resounding 5 stars from me. A must read for everyone.
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NOTE ON RATINGS: I consider a 3-star rating a positive review. Picky about which books I give 5 stars to, I reserve this highest rating for the stories I find stunning and which moved me.
5 STARS: IT WAS AMAZING! I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN! — Highly Recommended.
4 STARS: I WOULD PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER — Go read this book.
3 STARS: IT WAS GOOD! — An okay read. Didn’t love it. Didn’t hate it.
2 STARS: I MAY HAVE LIKED A FEW THINGS —Lacking in some areas: writing, characterisation, and/or problematic plot lines.
1 STAR: NOT MY CUP OF TEA —Lots of issues with this book.
I’d love to hear what you think of this review. Thanks for stopping by 
For anyone interested, here are the Amazon links …
UK … https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
US … https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
The post #BookReview: Vox by Christina Dalcher @CV_Dalcher first appeared on Welcome to Harmony Kent Online.November 15, 2022
#Poetry Showcase at Sally’s #Christmas Book Fair with @YouAreTheExpert @BetteAStevens @harmony_kent #poetry #poetrylovers @sgc58
Hi everyone!
I had a lovely surprise this morning
Sally has my book of poetry and a fantastic review from Beem Weeks showcased on her Christmas Book Fair post today!
I’m thrilled to appear alongside great writers and poets Bette Stevens and Annette Rochelle Aben.
You can find Sally’s awesome post HERE.
Thanks for all your support! Hugs 




November 14, 2022
#NewBook: Natural Selection by Jacqui Murray @WordDreams #DawnofHumanity #series
Hi everyone. Today, it gives me great pleasure to have Jacqui Murray, fellow author and blogging friend, over to visit. Jacqui has some exciting news to share with us … she has a new book coming out! Natural Selection is the 3rd book in her Dawn of Humanity series. This prolific writer has over 60 books published, both in fiction and non-fiction. And her love of research and education comes across delightfully. I’ll let Jacqui tell you all about her latest release …
About the Book:
In this conclusion to Lucy’s journey, she and her tribe leave their good home to rescue former tribe members captured by the enemy. Lucy’s tribe includes a mix of species–a Canis, a Homotherium, and different iterations of early man. In this book, more join and some die, but that is the nature of prehistoric life, where survival depends on a combination of our developing intellect and our inexhaustible will to live. Each species brings unique skills to this task. Based on true events.
Set 1.8 million years ago in Africa, Lucy and her tribe struggle against the harsh reality of a world ruled by nature, where predators stalk them and a violent new species of man threatens to destroy their world. Only by changing can they prevail. If you ever wondered how earliest man survived but couldn’t get through the academic discussions, this book is for you. Prepare to see this violent and beautiful world in a way you never imagined.
A perfect book for fans of Jean Auel and the Gears!
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
One Pack Ends, Another Begins
Africa
The Canis’ packmates were all dead, each crumpled in a smeared puddle of blood, Upright killing sticks embedded where they should never be. His body shook, but he remembered his training. The killers’ scent filled the air. If they saw him—heard him—they would come for him, too, and he must survive. He was the last of his pack.
He padded quietly through the bodies, paused at his mate, broken, eyes open, tongue out, pup under her chest, his head crushed. A moan slipped from his muzzle and spread around him. He swallowed what remained in his mouth. Without a pack, silence was his only protection. He knew to be quiet, but today, now, failed.
To his horror, a departing Upright looked back, face covered in Canis blood, meaty shreds dripping from his mouth, the body of a dead pup slung over his shoulder. The Canis sank into the brittle grass and froze. The Upright scanned the massacre, saw the Canis’ lifeless body, thought him dead like the rest of the decimated pack. Satisfied, he turned away and rushed after his departing tribe. The Canis waited until the Upright was out of sight before cautiously rising and backing away from the onslaught, eyes on the vanished predators in case they changed their minds.
He had planned to descend into the gully behind him. Sun’s shadows were already covering it in darkness which would hide him for the night, but he had gauged his position wrong. Suddenly, earth disappeared beneath his huge paws. He tried to scrabble to solid ground, but his weight and size worked against him and he tumbled down the steep slope. The loose gravel made gripping impossible, but he dug his claws in anyway, whining once when his shoulder slammed into a rock, and again when his head bounced off a tree stump. Pain tore through his ear as flesh ripped, dangling in shreds as it slapped the ground. He kept his legs as close as possible to his body and head tucked, thankful this hill ended in a flat field, not a river.
Or a cliff.
When it finally leveled out, he scrambled to his paws, managed to ignore the white-hot spikes shrieking through his head as he spread his legs wide. Blood wafted across his muzzle. He didn’t realize it was his until the tart globs dripped down his face and plopped to the ground beneath his quaking chest. The injured animal odor, raw flesh and fresh blood, drew predators. In a pack, his mate would purge it by licking the wound. She would pronounce him Ragged-ear, the survivor.
Ragged-ear is a strong name. A good one.
He panted, tail sweeping side to side, and his indomitable spirit re-emerged.
I live.
But no one else in his pack did.
Except, maybe, the female called White-streak. She often traveled alone, even when told not to. If she was away during the raid, she may have escaped. He would find her. Together, they would start over.
Ragged-ear shook, dislodging the grit and twigs from his now-grungy fur. That done, he sniffed out White-streak’s odor, discovered she had also descended here. His injuries forced him to limp and blood dripping from his tattered ear obstructed his sight. He stumbled trying to leap over a crack and fell into the fissure. Fire shot through his shoulder, exploded up his neck and down his chest. Normally, that jump was easy. He clambered up its crumbling far wall, breaking several of his yellowed claws.
All of that he ignored because it didn’t matter to his goal.
Daylight came and went as he followed White-streak, out of a forest onto dry savannah that was nothing like his homeland.
Why did she go here?
He embraced the tenderness that pulsed throughout his usually-limber body. It kept him angry and that made him vicious. He picked his way across streams stepping carefully on smooth stones, their damp surfaces slippery from the recent heavy rain, ignoring whoever hammered with a sharp rock inside his head. His thinking was fuzzy, but he didn’t slow. Survival was more important than comfort, or rest.
Ragged-ear stopped abruptly, nose up, sniffing. What had alerted him? Chest pounding, breathing shallow, he studied the forest that blocked his path, seeking anything that shouldn’t be there.
But the throbbing in his head made him miss Megantereon.
Ragged-ear padded forward, slowly, toward the first tree, leaving only the lightest of trails, the voice of Mother in his head.
Yes, your fur color matches the dry stalks, but the grass sways when you move. That gives away your location so always pay attention.
His hackles stiffened and he snarled, out of instinct, not because he saw Megantereon. Its shadowy hiding place was too dark for Ragged-ear’s still-fuzzy thinking. The She-cat should have waited for Ragged-ear to come closer, but she was hungry, or eager, or some other reason, and sprang. Her distance gave the Canis time to back pedal, protecting his soft underbelly from her attack. Ragged-ear was expert at escaping, but his stomach spasmed and he lurched to a stop with a yowl of pain. Megantereon’s next leap would land her on Ragged-ear, but to the Canis’ surprise, the She-cat staggered to a stop, and then howled.
While she had been stalking Ragged-ear, a giant Snake had been stalking her. When she prepared her death leap, Snake dropped to her back and began to wrap itself around her chest. With massive coils the size of Megantereon’s leg, trying to squirm away did no good.
Ragged-ear tried to run, but his legs buckled. Megantereon didn’t care because she now fought a rival that always won. The She-cat’s wails grew softer and then silent. Ragged-ear tasted her death as he dragged himself into a hole at the base of an old tree, as far as possible from scavengers who would be drawn to the feast.
He awoke with Sun’s light, tried to stand, but his legs again folded. Ragged-ear remained in the hole, eyes closed, curled around himself to protect his vulnerable stomach, his tail tickling his nose, comforting.
He survived the Upright’s assault because they deemed him dead. He would not allow them to be right.
Sun came and went. Ragged-ear consumed anything he could find, even eggs, offal, and long-dead carcasses his pack normally avoided. His legs improved until he could chase rats, fat round ground birds, and moles, a welcome addition to his diet. Sometimes, he vomited what he ate and swallowed it again. The day came he once again set out after what remained of his pack, his pace more sluggish than prior to the attack, but quick enough for safety.
Ragged-ear picked up the female’s scent again and tracked her to another den. He slept there for the night and repeated his hunt the next day and the next. When he couldn’t find her trace, instinct drove him and memories of the dying howls of his pack, from the adults who trusted their Alpha Ragged-ear to protect them to the whelps who didn’t understand the presence of evil in their bright world.
Everywhere he traveled, when he crossed paths with an Upright, it was their final battle.
Book information:
Title and author: Natural Selection by Jacqui Murray
Series: Book 3 in the Dawn of Humanity series
Genre: Prehistoric fiction
Editor: Anneli Purchase
Available print or digital) at: http://a-fwd.com/asin=B0B9KPM5BW
Author bio:
Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular prehistoric fiction saga, Man vs. Nature which explores seminal events in man’s evolution one trilogy at a time. She is also author of the Rowe-Delamagente thrillers and Building a Midshipman , the story of her daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy. Her non-fiction includes over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, reviews as an Amazon Vine Voice, a columnist for NEA Today, and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics.
Social Media contacts:
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Jacqui-Murray/e/B002E78CQQ/
Blog: https://worddreams.wordpress.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jacquimurraywriter/
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/askatechteacher
Twitter: http://twitter.com/worddreams
Website: https://jacquimurray.net
The post #NewBook: Natural Selection by Jacqui Murray @WordDreams #DawnofHumanity #series first appeared on Welcome to Harmony Kent Online.November 13, 2022
Harmony is Vocal! #ShortStory: Perspective and a #Haiku in @Vocal_Creators #Fiction and #Poetry #challenge #WritingCommunity
Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?
Hi everyone. I’ve written short story (1430 words) called Perspective, and another Haiku poem, Turmoil, for Vocal’s The Aquarium and High-ku Challenges.
You can find my short story HERE 
and my new Haiku HERE.
At 17 syllables for the Haiku, and just 1430 words on the fiction piece, they’re nice short reads
I’d love to know what you think! And I would be delighted if you could read and heart. To heart and/or comment, you’ll need to sign in to Vocal, which is free to do.
Thanks for all your support! Hugs 

November 11, 2022
Harmony is Vocal! 3 #Haiku in @Vocal_Creators #Poetry inspired by a #mountain #High-ku #challenge #WritingCommunity #poetsoftwitter #poetrylovers
Inspired by a Mountain …
Hi everyone. I’ve written three Haiku poems for Vocal’s High-ku Challenge.
You can find my poems …
and
HERE.
At 17 syllables each, they’re nice and short
I’d love to know what you think! And I would be delighted if you could read and heart. To heart and/or comment, you’ll need to sign in to Vocal, which is free to do.
Thanks for all your support! Hugs 

November 9, 2022
#BookReview: Cyber Sparks by Robert Appleton @robertappleton @bookroar_tweets #SciFi
Hi everyone! Today, I have a book review for an author new to me, Robert Appleton. I picked up this read via the BookRoar review site and am so glad I did >>>
About the Book:My name is Allegra Mondebay, and this is the story of my last days on Earth…
Unlike my sparsely populated home, on Earth everything and everyone is plugged in. As a blacklisted model who needs to reboot my career, I can no longer resist the ultimate in virtual-reality networking: the omnipod. At first, altering the sights, sounds and scents around me seems harmless. Then I hear the voice.
Do not adjust your headset. You are in danger…
He says I must help him warn the public about the perils of the omnipod. I think he’s just a hacker—until innocent people start dying, and the police want to hold me responsible. Now, I’m on the run in a stolen shuttle, trying to figure out why he needs me. And if I don’t do as he says, he’ll kill the woman I love.
My Review:
A profound, deep, moving, and amusing read.
I haven’t read this author before, but I’ll be sure to check out more of his books.
‘My strange fall from fame and rise to notoriety began on the day I forgot to take my umbrella to work.’ … from this intriguing opening line, the author takes us on a journey into a futuristic world, which contains all the greed and manipulation of today’s world. Despite the sci-fi elements–on which the writer has done his homework–the world building and plot feel all too real and possible.
The characterisations are done well and made me care about the main character and supporting protagonists. Oh, and I loved the reference to A Thousand and One Nights with the name of the Omnipod shop: Scheherazade’s.
Despite the at times heavy plot events and issues, this is a story told with sympathy and much humour, as well as some wonderful interplay via dialogue between the characters. Much of this had me chuckling away. Here are some lines I loved …
‘Remember your brain is not a plug’n’play.’
And …
‘… the worst over. That was usually when the world cocked its leg up on you.’
And …
‘… telling her had been rather like trying to post a house through a letterbox–one way or the other, the doorway ended up blocked.’
And …
‘Would you ask sound to show itself? Or a thought to reveal its face?’
I loved this read, and Cyber Sparks gets a solid 5 stars from me.
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NOTE ON RATINGS: I consider a 3-star rating a positive review. Picky about which books I give 5 stars to, I reserve this highest rating for the stories I find stunning and which moved me.
5 STARS: IT WAS AMAZING! I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN! — Highly Recommended.
4 STARS: I WOULD PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER — Go read this book.
3 STARS: IT WAS GOOD! — An okay read. Didn’t love it. Didn’t hate it.
2 STARS: I MAY HAVE LIKED A FEW THINGS —Lacking in some areas: writing, characterisation, and/or problematic plot lines.
1 STAR: NOT MY CUP OF TEA —Lots of issues with this book.
I’d love to hear what you think of this review. Thanks for stopping by 
For anyone interested, here are the Amazon links …
UK … https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
US … https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
The post #BookReview: Cyber Sparks by Robert Appleton @robertappleton @bookroar_tweets #SciFi first appeared on Welcome to Harmony Kent Online.November 6, 2022
#CoverReveal: Sorrowful Soul … Book 3 in the Soul Poetry Series #NewBook #Poetry #Grief
Hi everyone! Exciting news today … I have a new book of poetry coming out 😁

Sorrowful Soul cover reveal-mp4
Pre Order Your Copy At: https://t.co/mHDZzX4bP8
About the Book
If we’re lucky, we meet twilight at the front door and old age creeps in on the night breeze
Even if we make it to our twilight years, the more we age, the more loss we must endure as part of the cycle of life. Many of these poems lament death, but they also relate to broken relationships, severed friendships, and the loss of youth. This book of grief poetry is as much about saying goodbye and working through loss as it is about death and love split asunder.
This heartfelt collection provides company and compassion through the devastating journey of loss and shows us we do not travel this lonely road alone. Within these pages we share shock, numbness and denial, catapult into anger, bargaining, depression, loneliness, and guilt, and—eventually—make the seismic shift into testing the possibility of a new normal and finding acceptance.
Blog Host Request

The book releases on December 2nd in eBook, Paperback, and Kindle Unlimited. I would be delighted if any of you could host me on my launch tour. If you can spare the time and space, please email me via harmonykent[at]gmx[dot]com. Thanks!
Pre Order Your Copy At: https://t.co/mHDZzX4bP8
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November 2, 2022
#BookReview: Keeper of Enchanted Rooms (Whimbrel House #1) by Charlie N Holmberg @CNHolmberg #Fantasy #Magic #Romance #Historical
Hi everyone! Today, I have a book review for an author new to me, Charlie N Holmberg. I picked up this read on a BookBub deal and am so glad I did >>>
About the Book:Rhode Island, 1846. Estranged from his family, writer Merritt Fernsby is surprised when he inherits a remote estate in the Narragansett Bay. Though the property has been uninhabited for more than a century, Merritt is ready to call it home—until he realizes he has no choice. With its doors slamming shut and locking behind him, Whimbrel House is not about to let Merritt leave. Ever.
Hulda Larkin of the Boston Institute for the Keeping of Enchanted Rooms has been trained in taming such structures in order to preserve their historical and magical significance. She understands the dangers of bespelled homes given to tantrums. She advises that it’s in Merritt’s best interest to make Whimbrel House their ally. To do that, she’ll need to move in, too.
Prepared as she is with augury, a set of magic tools, and a new staff trained in the uncanny, Hulda’s work still proves unexpectedly difficult. She and Merritt grow closer as the investigation progresses, but the house’s secrets run deeper than they anticipated. And the sentient walls aren’t their only concern—something outside is coming for the enchantments of Whimbrel House, and it could be more dangerous than what rattles within.
My Review:
A heartwarming, funny, and moving read.
I haven’t read this author before, but I’ll be sure to read her other books.
‘The reading of a will was far more exciting when one hadn’t been disinherited thirteen years prior.’ … from this intriguing opening line, the reader is taken into the world of a possessed house–yes, you read that correctly!–and an unwitting main character who hasn’t had any previous exposure to the dying world of magic.
Whimbrel House, and its ghostly inhabitant, hasn’t had any company in a long time … say around a 100 years or so, and it (they) have gotten lonely. So when writer Merritt Fernsby arrives at the remote home he’s just inherited, he’s in for one heck of a surprise … especially when, just minutes after arriving, the house melts beneath his feet and won’t let him leave.
Not to worry, though, as Hulda Larkin of the Boston Institute for the Keeping of Enchanted Rooms comes to the rescue with her bag of tricks and knowledge of the arcane. Unfortunately, trouble of a different kind follows her.
What follows is a rip-roaring read full of magic, menace, humour, love, and wonderful interplay and dialogue between characters in a fantastical world the writer makes all too real. Honestly, I found myself alternately scowling at the bad guy, moved at the thwarted romantic feelings, and laughing at the humour threading throughout. Then there’s the wonderful world building and characterisations. What can I say?–The Keeper of Enchanted Rooms is an enchanting read. Here are some lines I loved (and it was difficult to choose just a few.) …
‘There was an enclosed porch just behind the kitchen, but with the floor bubbling like tar, she determined it best not to explore it at this time.’
And …
‘“And what spell does that have on it?” Mr. Fernsby nearly sounded entertained. “It is a crowbar, Mr. Fernsby. Simple as that.”’ … Teeehehee.
And …
‘Merritt stood in the cellar, hands on his hips, digging a shallow grave for his mounting despair and burying it messily.’
Okay, you’ve twisted my arm–here’s one more … ‘The wall rippled before him. He didn’t step back. Neither did the house.’
All right, I lied–one final pull quote: ‘The warmth wafting off him, enveloping her with spring when she was surrounded by winter.’
As you may have guessed, this read by Charlie N Holmberg gets a resounding 5 stars from me, and I’d give it more if I could. If you like magical/fantasy reads with a historical setting and a romantic subplot with plenty of humour, you’ll adore this book!
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NOTE ON RATINGS: I consider a 3-star rating a positive review. Picky about which books I give 5 stars to, I reserve this highest rating for the stories I find stunning and which moved me.
5 STARS: IT WAS AMAZING! I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN! — Highly Recommended.
4 STARS: I WOULD PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER — Go read this book.
3 STARS: IT WAS GOOD! — An okay read. Didn’t love it. Didn’t hate it.
2 STARS: I MAY HAVE LIKED A FEW THINGS —Lacking in some areas: writing, characterisation, and/or problematic plot lines.
1 STAR: NOT MY CUP OF TEA —Lots of issues with this book.
I’d love to hear what you think of this review. Thanks for stopping by 
For anyone interested, here are the Amazon links …
UK … https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
US … https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08R8XRTB2/
The post #BookReview: Keeper of Enchanted Rooms (Whimbrel House #1) by Charlie N Holmberg @CNHolmberg #Fantasy #Magic #Romance #Historical first appeared on Welcome to Harmony Kent Online.



