#BlogTour | The Batter’s Box by Andy Kutler #TheBattersBox #ExclusiveExcerpt #HFVBTBlogTours @akutler @HFVBT

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Hello my friends, I have the huge pleasure to be todays stop on this fabulous blog tour for; The Batter’s Box by Andy Kutler. Not only will I be sharing an exclusive excerpt, which I can guarantee will make you want to dash out and grab a copy, but there is also a chance for you to win a copy of this fabulous book. So grab that cuppa and enjoy!

The Batter’s Box by Andy Kutler

Publication Date: March 12, 2019
Publisher: Warriors Publishing Group
Hardcover; Paperback, eBook

Genre: Historical Fiction

 

 

In 1946, a returning World War II veteran is determined to reclaim his place among professional baseball’s upper echelon and win back the woman he once fell for. Two months into the new season, at the top of his game, he abandons his team, casting aside his fame and riches and vanishing forever from the public eye. What drives a man to walk away from everything he cherishes, never to be heard from again?

The Batter’s Box follows the path of Will Jamison, a star player with the Washington Senators who enlists in the U.S. Army following the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. When the war ends, Jamison returns to Washington, a decorated hero tormented by deep emotional scars. Burdened with a crushing guilt and harrowing memories he cannot escape, Jamison’s life is consumed by an explosive temper, sleepless nights, and a gradual descent into alcoholism. Will he continue, alone with his anguish and misery? Or will he level with those around him, including the woman he loves, and seek the professional care he desperately needs, even at the risk of exposing his most closely guarded secrets?

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Praise

“We remember World War II as ‘the Good War, ‘ when right and wrong seemed so clear. We won, they lost, and our guys came home as heroes. But as gifted author Andy Kutler tells us in THE BATTER’S BOX, mortal combat is anything but good, heroism comes with a horrific price, and some of the most tragic wounds don’t bleed — and don’t go away. If you want to know what really happened at Bastogne in the terrible winter of 1944, read this powerful, haunting book.” — Daniel P. Bolger, Lieutenant General, U.S. Army (Ret.), author of Our Year of War: Two Brothers, Vietnam, and a Nation Divided

“Andy Kutler has the eyes and ears of combat soldiers and the heart of those who love them. The horror, courage, and camaraderie of battle rivals the grit of Once an Eagle, while the poignant authenticity of Will Jamison’s struggles with his hidden wounds highlight that, for many, the impact of war lingers far past the last shots of battle. THE BATTER’S BOX is a superb work of historical fiction that carries important lessons for today.” — William E. Rapp, Major General, U.S. Army (Ret.), Former Commandant, U.S. Army War College, and Commandant of Cadets, U.S. Military Academy

“The Batter’s Box is a riveting read. It is a love story and a war story and a novel with far more truth than fiction. I’m a psychiatrist specializing in treating men and women with post-traumatic stress disorder. If you love someone with that invisible wound, read this book. If you are curious and concerned about the condition, read this book. Most survivors of profound trauma lack a language to convey their life stories because those stories include the unspeakable. When the hero of this compelling novel speaks, we listen, we learn and we are transformed. If you are currently struggling with the impact of major trauma, reading passages here may be disturbing and ‘triggering.’ But I believe it is worth the risk because this book affirms your reality and your dignity.” –Frank M. Ochberg, MD, Former Associate Director, National Institute of Mental Health

“Historical fiction, if it reflects careful scholarship, is a powerful tool in the hands of a gifted writer, and can deepen our understanding of real events and people. Andy Kutler’s THE BATTER’S BOX offers an impressive addition to World War II literature, bringing fresh attention to the adjustment struggle faced by so many returning war veterans. Kutler’s depiction of one of the more heroic small-unit engagements in US Army history is both compelling and long overdue.” — Gordon H. “Nick” Mueller, President & CEO Emeritus, The National WWII Museum

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Exclusive Excerpt

June 1942

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

It was known by most as the City of Brotherly Love. Not, however, by the pair of brawny, white-clad sailors that had cornered a street tough on the train platform. The petty officers pummeled the thief with haymakers, making clear the policy of the United States Navy on pickpockets as police whistles shrilled across the station.

Will Jamison smiled to himself. This was the Philadelphia he remembered.

As was the backdrop. When Will joined the Washington Senators in 1938, he was surprised to learn there was little love among his veteran teammates for the monotonous road swings that marked their lives from April to September. Back then, as an awestruck 20-year-old from rural Wisconsin, Will took a different view. He looked forward to the travel as much as he did the games, luxuriating in First Class cars before filing through the stately depots in each city. He even treasured the train stations themselves, finding no two in America were alike, each a microcosm of the city they served. Vibrant, gritty, and humming with life.

Nowhere was this truer than the 30th Street Station in Philadelphia. A modern marvel, the facility featured an elaborate electronic intercom system, emergency medical space, and even a reinforced concrete roof over the main concourse where small biplanes could land. It was said Amelia Earhart touched down there once.

Just off the ticket lobby was the station’s only bar. Will shouldered his way to the doorway, swimming upstream against the chaotic parade of commuters stampeding toward the trains. The entire station was mobbed with businessmen, families, soldiers, and sailors, all knifing their way past one another with matching urgency and sharp elbows.

Will sighed to himself. Beginning an amorous weekend with drinks at a raucous East Coast rail hub on an early Friday evening was not one of his more inspired ideas.

He pushed through the glass door, the space dimly lit and larger than he expected. There were few available seats at either the bar or the tables, his fellow travelers seeming to prefer a stiff drink to the stiff benches in the central waiting area. His view of the bar’s interior was obscured by a curtain of tobacco smoke that dulled the glow of the glass-encased candles on each table. He didn’t see her at first, but he knew she was there, her train having arrived from New York nearly an hour ago. Philadelphia was a logical meeting point, roughly halfway between her home in New York and his final destination in Washington. Close enough to make an overnight trip worthwhile. Large enough to provide the anonymity they each required.

At 24 now, Will was one of the most famous professional athletes in the region. By name, at least. Only those who came out to the stadiums would recognize him in person though, and here in Philadelphia, that served as a blessing. Avoiding the public spotlight was often a challenge for Will, particularly when he was in Washington.

For what he had planned this evening, it was imperative.

He stepped to the side to allow a departing family to whisk by with their baggage. The pair of teenage girls trailing their parents gaped at him before covering their mouths and sharing a giggle. At an imposing 6’3”, Will was used to it. He was what women thought of as a rugged man, broad-shouldered with a lean frame, though far from handsome, with an angular face, thin nose and pointed chin. His almond-shaped eyes were easily his best feature, a shade of blue his mother often described as two pieces of sky. The sandy-brown locks that once peeked out from the bill of his ballcap were now shorn close on the sides and back, blending evenly with the garrison cap he wore tipped at an angle. Will knew that few would mistake him for a cinema idol, but he had learned to laugh off such thoughts years ago. He was an ascending Major League Baseball star, and in 1942, that made him akin to American royalty.

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About the Author

Andy Kutler is a writer living in Arlington, Virginia. His debut novel, The Other Side of Life, was awarded a Bronze Medal from the Independent Publishers Book Awards, and Honorable Mention from Foreword Reviews’ INDIEFAB Awards. He has also authored a number of columns for the Huffington Post and the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, and spent more than a quarter century in public service, including with the United States Senate and the United States Secret Service, and as a consultant in the national security community.

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Blog Tour Schedule

Tuesday, October 8
Review at Gwendalyn’s Books

Thursday, October 10
Feature at What Is That Book About

Monday, October 14
Interview at Jathan & Heather

Friday, October 18
Review at Reading is My Remedy
Review at Locks, Hooks and Books

Monday, October 21
Interview at Passages to the Past

Wednesday, October 23
Excerpt at Chicks, Rogues and Scandals

Thursday, October 24
Review at Impressions In Ink

Tuesday, October 29
Review at Peaceful Pastime

Thursday, October 31
Review at Passages to the Past

Friday, November 1
Feature at Coffee and Ink

Tuesday, November 5
Review at Red Headed Book Lady

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Giveaway

During the Blog Tour, we are giving away a paperback copy of The Batter’s Box! To enter, please use the Gleam form here – The Batter’s Box

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– The winner has 48 hours to claim prize or a new winner is chosen.

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#CoverReveal | Once Upon A Wish-mas by Laura Barnard #OnceUponAWish-mas #ChristmasRomance @BarnardLaura

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Hello my lovely readers! Today, I have the huge pleasure to be taking part in this exclusive cover reveal for; Once Upon A Wish-mas by Laura Barnard. If you love your Contemporary Romance books, then I can guarantee you will love this cover, it’s so gorgeous. 

Once Upon A Wish-mas by Laura Barnard

Releasing: 1st November 2019

Genre: Women’s Fiction/Contemporary/Christmas

Format: Print/ebook

Ruby Campbell isn’t daunted at the prospect of working as a Nanny for the notorious Barclay Rothchester. She’s warned he’s a strict control freak, but she’s sure she can soften him up.

Barclay Rothchester lost his wife three years ago. of course, he’s never going to find someone to replace her role, the one she did so perfectly. he’s sure it’s not going to be hippy dippy Ruby with her sass and rebellious ways.

Ruby is determined to give his daughters the Christmas they deserve. Now if only she can tolerate their father long enough to make that happen.

Are they both willing to put their stubborn pride aside, or will they risk losing the one gift that can’t be wrapped; each other.

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About The Author

Amazon Best Seller Laura Barnard lives in Hertfordshire, UK and writes romantic comedy or ‘chick lit’ as its so often described. In her spare time she enjoys drinking her body weight in tea, indulging in cupcakes the size of her face and drooling over hunks like Jamie Dornan, Ryan Gosling and Leo Dicaprio. 

She enjoys wearing yoga pants and reading fitness magazines while sitting on the sofa eating chocolate. She’s a real fan of the power nap, loves setting her friends up together and of course READING! 

She writes not to get rich or famous, but because she LOVES writing. Even if one person tells her they enjoyed her book it makes the midnight typing worth it!

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#BookFeature | Vanity and Humility (Sins Of The Virtuous #7) by Faye Hall #VanityandHumility #ExclusiveExcerpt @FayeHall79

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Hello, my lovely readers! Today I have the huge pleasure to be featuring this gorgeous book on the blog today; Vanity and Humility, which is book seven in the Sins of the Virtuous series by the very lovely Faye Hall. Not only will I be telling you all about the book, but I also have an exclusive excerpt, which is amazing and will make you want to read more. So sit back, grab that cuppa and enjoy. 

Vanity and Humility by Faye Hall

Series: Sins of the Virtuous; Book 7
Genre: Historical Romance

What if vanity threatened to destroy the only love you’ve ever known?

Ethan Brant is on the hunt for a murderess who is seducing her victims and stealing collections of diamonds from each one. When the woman he suspects becomes his father’s newest wife, Ethan’s fears multiply and he agrees to travel with the newlyweds to Australia to help expand his father’s business interests, and protect his only remaining family at all cost.

Arriving in Rockhampton, Ethan never loses his suspicions of his father’s bride, especially when more bodies begin turning up, each a similar age to his father and all robbed of their diamonds. If he could only find something to tie all his evidence together, he could finally put an end to this case. What he finds instead is an intriguing young woman swimming on his father’s property who sends his emotions into turmoil.

Cady Eldon’s history with men taught her it was foolish to lose her heart to one. When she meets Ethan down at the lake though, she couldn’t ignore the fire he burned inside her, making her long for the feel of his skin against hers. Discovering he was in fact a police detective, she becomes intrigued. Why would a man so wealthy, and with such a noble career, want to live so humbly?

Her attraction to this man, and her interest in the murder case he was working on, pulls them together on a journey north where they become entangled in the manipulative web of the murderess Ethan is chasing.

As their affair continues, Ethan and Cady learn just how cruel one woman’s vanity can be and how she will stop at nothing to get the riches she believes she deserves.

Will their love survive, or will they fall victim to the greatest sin of all?

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She shrugged, looking as if her answer was obvious. “My uncle needed an extra set of hands on the farm, so I offered to help. I don’t think I was very good at it, but I managed to plant several drills by the end of a single day, and my uncle seemed happy with my efforts.”

You actually worked on the farm?”

She giggled at his shock. “You needn’t sound so surprised. Anyone would think you’ve never seen a woman work before.”

Other than applying layers of makeup to their faces, I haven’t. More to the point, the layers of clothing you all wear don’t allow for much of anything. Certainly not any form of physical labor.”

That’s why I wore trousers.”

You did what?”

She giggled again as she went to swim past him and toward the bank. He reached out,

stopping her.

I didn’t mean to offend you. I just found it so hard to believe what you were saying about your lifestyle up north. You are like no woman I’ve ever known.”

She waded in the water beside him. “There’s no offense taken, nor was your reaction the reason I was leaving. I just need to return to the garden before I’m missed.”

Still, he held her arm, gazing at her beauty. Focusing on the darkness of her eyes, he longed to drown in them, allowing himself to be consumed by this woman. Usually, he avoided any contact with the females he encountered, the mere thought of touching them repulsing him and reminding him of his last encounter with a woman. But here—now—he longed to pull this woman closer to him, to feel her skin against his.

I don’t want you to go.” The words were being dragged from him, forcing him to make an admission he never thought to.

She pulled her arm free from his hold. “Yet I must.”

He watched her swim to the bank and step out of the water, her undershorts and chemise clinging to her. She was a shapely woman, her wet garments emphasizing her every curve, making him hunger for her in a way he never had for any woman before. Confusion filled him as he watched her pull on her simply styled, blue dress, quickly hiding her revealed self from his gaze. The few women he’d spent time with in the past had never created feelings in him as she was now. Usually he couldn’t wait to be separated from them, but watching as Cady finished dressing, preparing to leave him, a form of emptiness filled him. He had just met this woman. He wasn’t ready to be parted from her yet.

Swimming toward the bank where she stood, he stepped out of the water and quickly pulled on his trousers before walking up behind her. Only inches separated them, and he ached to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t want her to think that was all he craved from her.

Do you really have to go?”

Turning to face him, she continued buttoning her gown. “You actually want me to stay, don’t you?”

He nodded.

Why?” she asked.

He reached out to her, shifting a wet strand of hair back from her face. “Because you’ve stirred emotions in me I thought were long dead.” His hand dropped back to his side as he sighed deeply. “The brief past I had with women back in England taught me it was safer for me to keep my distance from them. I certainly never tolerated spending any length of time with them, listening to their gossiping. But you’re nothing like those women, and I find myself craving to share so much more than these past minutes with you. Listening as you’ve told me about yourself has been the most interesting evening I’ve ever spent with anyone.”

She raised an enquiring brow. “And I should believe your interest has nothing to do with you seeing me half-naked?”

I found you fascinating long before you stepped out of the water and I saw you in your underclothing.” As he watched the slight blush fill her cheeks, her gaze averted from his, pleasure shot through him. “I’ve yearned to know more about you since the moment I met you.”

Her gaze slowly shifted back to his. “Then that’s a feeling we share, but I fear we shall have to leave our mutual discovery of each other to another time. Right now, I need to return to the gardens.”

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About The Author

Faye Hall spent her early years listening to stories about the families – including her own – who settled townships in and around her hometown in North Queensland, Australia. The local townspeople, including her own parents, told her stories of corruption and slavery, along with family secrets and forbidden love.

Desperate to remember what she’d been told, along with her already growing love of writing, Faye began to write about the history of her local area. Never could she have imagined the history of her small home town in Australia would become a growing list of published books.

Faye’s passionate stories combine controversial subjects and provocative encounters as her characters struggle to survive the lifestyle in early rural townships throughout Australia. She explores slavery and abortion, drug addiction and murder, as well as forbidden love and passionate affairs of the heart.

When she’s not writing, Faye enjoys sharing a bottle of wine with her husband in their ever-growing garden, and encouraging the varied interests of their combined family of nine children.

Explore the world of Faye Hall, Australian Historical Romance Author at her website.

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#BlogTour | The Widow Of Rose House by Diana Biller #TheWidowOfRoseHouse #Excerpt #DianaBillers

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Hello my lovelies, I have the huge pleasure to be today’s stop on this fabulous blog tour for; The Widow Of Rose House by Diana Biller. Not only will I be telling you all about this brand new book, but I have an exclusive excerpt for you all too, which I am positive you will love so much you will want to rush out and grab a copy of this gorgeous book for yourself. So sit back, grab a cuppa and enjoy!

THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE By Diana Biller

Diana Biller’s debut novel, THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE (St. Martin’s Griffin; October 8, 2019; $16.99), is a gorgeous piece of prose, with a decidedly dark Victorian Gothic flair and an intrepid and resilient American heroine guaranteed to delight readers everywhere.

Prior to penning this novel, Biller had one idea in mind: “Edith Wharton, ghost hunter.” After touring Wharton’s estate, The Mount, and the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park, New York, she came away with a wealth of inspiration, and THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE
was born.

It’s 1875, and New York’s Gilded Age is in full swing. After fleeing her abusive husband, Alva Webster spent three years being pilloried in the newspapers of two continents. Now he’s dead, and she’s returned to New York to start over, restoring Liefdehuis, a dilapidated Hyde Park mansion for her new home decoration book and hopefully her reputation in the process. So when the eccentric and brilliant

Professor Samuel Moore appears, threatening her fresh start with stories of a haunting at her house, she refuses to give him access. Alva doesn’t believe in ghosts.

A pioneer in electric lighting and a member of the nationally-adored Moore family of scientists, Sam’s latest obsession is ghosts. When he learns about a house with a surprising number of ghost stories, he’s desperate to convince its beautiful owner to let him study it. Can he find his way into her house…and her heart?

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New York City, February 1, 1875

Alva stood on the city sidewalk and sucked in a deep, triumphant gulp of air. The clock had just struck ten—the middle of the eve­ ning by New York City standards—and she was surrounded by elegantly dressed men escorting women dripping diamonds and rolled up tightly in furs. A few feet from her, the street was busy with carriages. She could smell the city: The damp fog, the sharp tang of refuse, the high floral notes of perfumed women. Horse dung.

Had she missed it?
She wasn’t sure, although she knew she missed the steep, tangled streets of Montmartre already. But it was America that held her future now, even as it held her past. For a second her triumph was tempered by the remembrance of the thin envelope in her pocket, a few brief lines from her mother’s secretary, thanking her for her interest in visiting and regretting that Mrs. Rensselaer would be unable to see her. Alva knew her mother, likely even now sitting down to a stiff dinner with her husband and twelve of their closest friends fifty blocks away, did indeed feel regret. She just suspected it was about giv­ ing birth to her at all.

The restaurant door opened behind her, and, recalled to the moment, she signaled to the boy hailing cabs to find her one.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice said. “Mrs. Webster?”
Oh, for heaven’s sake. Couldn’t she stand outside for one min- ute without some intrepid lothario assuming she must be wait­ ing for him? In the less than seventy­two hours she’d been back in the States, she’d been propositioned eleven times. Twice by friends of her father’s.

She glanced over her shoulder at the man, receiving an in­ stant impression of big, though he stood mostly in the shadows. “I don’t know you,” she said, her voice flat. “Go home to your wife.”

“But I don’t have a wife,” the man said. He took a hesitant step towards her, leaving the shadows, and her eyebrows lifted. He looked more like a laborer than a man finishing a dinner at Delmonico’s, for all he was dressed in a suit and tie. Sort of dressed, she amended; the suit looked like it had been made for someone two inches shorter and two inches narrower across the shoulders. “Do I need a wife to talk to you? Is it a chaperone sort of thing? I have a mother, but she’s in Ohio.”
Alva blinked. “You’re not very good at this,” she observed. “I’m not a man, but I don’t think it’s standard behavior to invoke one’s mother at a time like this.”
They stared at each other in puzzlement. He was attrac­ tive in the sort of way she’d always imagined the heroes of west­ ern folktales to be: tall, broad shouldered, with a strong nose and a square jaw. He could stand to add barber to the list of people he needed to see, though, the one that started with tailor. Actually, looking at the way his dark blond hair fell into his eyes, she thought he’d better have it start with barber and go from there.

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” he said finally. “Perhaps if I introduce myself—my name is Professor Samuel Moore.”
He held out his hand. She looked at it, looked up at him, and did not extend her own.
Bafflingly, he smiled at her, as though she’d done something rather clever.

Was he really a professor? He certainly didn’t look like one, not that it mattered, because she made it a policy, these days, never to talk to strange men—
“A professor of what?” she heard herself saying, although she was pleased it at least came out with a nice air of sarcasm and disbelief.

“This and that,” he said, still smiling. “Engineering, mostly.” She looked at his rumpled clothes. Yes, she could see that, one of those men who always had a tool in one hand and a grease can in the other. She didn’t know they were giving professorships out to men like that, but why not, after all? She was as apprecia­ tive of things like trains and working carriage wheels as the next person.

And now she’d gone and encouraged him. Stupid. “I see,” she said as coldly as she could manage. “Well, I’m not interested, so I’ll wish you good evening.”
“But how can you know if you’re not interested?” He shook his head in confusion, still smiling at her. The smile was . . . im­ pressive. “I haven’t even explained my proposition, yet.”

“I find that if you’ve heard one proposition, you’ve heard them all,” she replied. Stop talking to him, you idiot. “They’re not as unique as men would like to believe.”

“But—who else has approached you? Was it Langley, from Yale?” His tone turned plaintive. “How did he hear about this before me?”

“Langley—who?”

“Piers Langley,” he said. “No? I can’t think of anyone else reputable—look here, if you’ve been approached by anyone from that quack Santa Fe institute you should know they’re absolute frauds.”

“Institute?” Alva said faintly. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Your house, of course. I hadn’t realized I was so behind on the news.” His face fell—What must it be like to let all your emo- tions float freely on your face?—but he nodded gravely. “If it’s Langley, though, he’s an excellent researcher, and a decent human, too.”

“It’s not Lang—what do you want with my house?” It was her turn to sound plaintive.
“But that’s what—” He stared at her, his brows crunched to­ gether. “Oh god. I wasn’t—I wouldn’t—”

To her astonishment, a distinct touch of pink appeared in his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am. Henry warned me—that is, I shouldn’t have; my proposition is not of an intimate nature.”

“I’m coming to understand that,” she said.

“You thought . . . do men . . . they must—good lord.”
She began to feel in charity with this befuddled giant. “In­ deed,” she said. “I quite agree. But I must ask again—what is it you want with Liefdehuis?”

“To study it,” he said. “One of my personal interests is in metaphysical energies, you see, and from what I’ve heard, your house may prove a most interesting case. Your ghost story is so recent, you know. I hardly ever hear one claiming to be that new—”
He broke off as she shook her head. “You almost had me con­ vinced that you were unlike the majority of your sex,” she said. “And now I see you are. I’m just not sure insanity is much of an improvement.”

To her surprise, he smiled again. “You’re not the only one who thinks so,” he said. The embarrassment had left his face; he was quite relaxed once more. A man who apologizes for a propo- sition and grins at an insult, Alva thought. Where did you come from, Professor Moore?

“And I’ll admit there’s no conclusive evidence yet,” he con­ tinued, “but what I have collected looks extremely promising. Certainly promising enough to warrant extensive study.”

A hint of cold pierced her thoughts. Firmly, she banished it. “You’re talking about ghosts,” she said.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Or I could be studying some kind of alien intelligence that just happens to concentrate in areas cor­ responding to local folklore.”
“Alien intelligence.”
“Invisible alien intelligence,” he clarified. “At least invisible to the naked human eye. But ‘ghost’ is probably the easiest term.”
“Really.”
“People tend to go a bit strange when you talk to them about invisible alien intelligences,” he confided. “Which is odd, when you think about it, because why are the shades of one’s dead an­ cestors any less unsettling?”

She found herself nodding before the rest of her wits caught up with her. “No,” she said, not because the word corresponded with any particular question, but because she had the feeling the only way to survive here was to stick to very black­and­white words. His nuances were both compelling and sticky. “I’m afraid I won’t give you access. I don’t believe in ghosts, and I’m about to start several months’ worth of building work.”

“Don’t decide yet,” he begged. “I’m willing to pay you for the privilege, and I promise I won’t be in the way . . . although there is rather a lot of equipment, so I suppose—”
The boy hailing cabs caught her eye and gestured as a han­ som pulled up beside him.
“That’s mine,” she said. “I’m sorry I can’t help you. Good evening.”

“Wait!” he said. “I’ll—I’ll send you a letter. Henry said that was the way to do it—I’ll write you and explain more.”

“It won’t help,” she said as the cab boy helped her into the carriage. “I’m sorry. Good­bye, Professor Moore.”

Finally, he sighed acceptance and raised his hand. “Good evening, Mrs. Webster.”
As the cab pulled away from the sidewalk, though, she looked back at him, to find him staring after her with his hands shoved in his pockets and that apparently irrepressible grin back in place. An uncomfortable lightness expanded in her chest as she watched him standing head­and­shoulders taller than the passersby around him, looking back at her as though he would be perfectly happy never to look at anything else ever again.

What couldn’t I get, if I could look at people like that? she thought, and settled grumpily back against her seat.

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DIANA BILLER lives in Los Angeles with her husband and their very good dog. THE WIDOW OF ROSE HOUSE
is her debut novel.

#Review | Happy Christmas Eve by Jackie Ladbury #HappyChristmasEve @ChocLituk @RubyFiction @JackieLadbury

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Hellooo my friends, I have the huge pleasure to be sharing my review of this wonderful new Christmas book; Happy Christmas Eve by Jackie Ladbury. So grab a cuppa…and a sausage roll, or two and enjoy!

All I want for Christmas is you … or you?

Eve Halligan is back in her hometown for Christmas after a whirlwind few years touring with her band, the Molotovs. A lot has changed since she left, but two things have stayed the same. One: Eve is head-over-heels in love with Lucien Malikov, the Molotovs’ bad boy lead singer. Two: Lucien is completely indifferent to her.

Still, Eve dreams that this could be the Christmas where she convinces Lucien that they’re made for each other. But when childhood friend and local caterer Theo Wright comes back into her life bringing with him festive cupcake and sausage roll conundrums, Eve begins to question whether her Christmas dreams have been wasted on the wrong man …

I love a feel-good Christmas romance, and this is just perfect for those colder, chilly nights wrapped in a blanket with your fluffy socks on. It is pure festive joy; fun, charming, cheery and a very delicious romance, everything you would want from a Christmas book is right here….it even has sausage rolls, who doesn’t love a sausage roll at Christmas…or any time of the year? Yes, I am afraid to say that Jackie Ladbury did have me hooked from the moment a sausage roll making gorgeous guy was mentioned.

Eve is back home after years on the road with her band; the Molotov’s – well, when I say her band she is more like a roadie than a participating band member, she is in her own right a brilliant singer, songwriter and guitarist yet the bands lead; ridiculously arrogant and vain Lucien does push her into the background, Eve may like him and think that the sun shines when he is around but personally I thought he was a bit of a pillock and did take against him from the off, which I have to congratulate Jackie Ladbury for that brilliant piece of writing. Anyway, our Eve she has been infatuated with him since they were children, so when he asked her to tour with him and be his singer she literally jumped at the chance – unfortunately for Eve she soon learned that he didn’t want anyone to take the limelight from him so she became a basic dog’s body.

Once back home for Christmas she did hope that things would change and Lucien would change and start to see and treat as in the way she would like – really Eve, haven’t you heard that Leopards never change their spots, and this leopard is well and truly stuck in his, well that is until he realises there is competing for lovely Eve’s attention in the form of delicious and kind; Theo – ahhh, Theo – be still my beating heart!!

Theo is another of their childhood friends, whereas Lucien wants to be this hugely loved internationally adored pop star; our Theo is more than happy in the kitchen baking some delicious treat’s, yet he has made a name for himself and his catering business has soured and now they are all back together – in some sort of fashion. Now there are two men in Eve’s life, two completely different men; one is charming, natural, kind and actually see’s her as a person and the other is a notorious playboy, a rogue, charming yet arrogant and only interested because someone else is, but which one will sweep her off her feet and make this Christmas the best yet? I can tell you which one I was cheering on and for once it wasn’t the bad boy if a man-made me sausage rolls he would have my heart for life 😉

Well, I ain’t going to tell you, you’re going to have to read for yourselves! I’ll just say that this, I loved the journey Eve goes on to have her perfect Christmas, she has difficult choices to make. If you love your sweet, heart-warming and very festive romances then this is a perfect read, even if you don’t then I definitely recommend you give it a go. It is one of those stories that you will pull off the shelf every Christmas, I know that it will be one which I will be re-reading again.

This was an Arc copy from the publisher, which I voluntarily reviewed, thank you Liz. Xx

Happy Christmas Eve is available now and can be found at Amazon.

#BlogTour | Wanders Far-An Unlikely Hero’s Journey by David Fitz-Gerald #WandersFar #Review #HFVBTBlogTours @AuthorDAVIDFG @HFVBT

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Hello everyone, I have the huge pleasure to be today’s stop on the blog tour and to be sharing my review for; Wanders-Far; An Unlikely Hero’s Journey by David Fitz-Gerald. Enjoy!

Wanders Far lived in dangerous times and was faced with one difficult challenge after another. He was a skinny, quiet boy who was raised on the banks of a tributary of New York State’s Mohawk River, hundreds of years before colonists arrived. One lifetime was not enough for Wanders Far’s old soul.

From a very young age, his wanderlust compelled him down one path after another. No village could contain him.

He was happy living a simple life in the physical world during challenging times. The spirit world had other plans.

A wise, enigmatic shaman mentored Wanders Far and helped him cultivate the supernatural visions that haunted him. His guide could only help him so far.

He set out to become a runner, carrying important messages across the lands of his people and their enemies. He ended up fulfilling a much greater destiny than he ever imagined.

“This engrossing, well-written novel tells the story of a pivotal moment in Iroquois history through a well-traveled protagonist.” – Kirkus Reviews

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This is the first book in the new Adirondack Spirit series and it is definitely an eye-opener, I thought when I came into this book that it would be a basic historical fiction with a bit of a supernatural feel, but oh, boy was I wrong, there is a really strong fantasy and supernatural elements within it, plus intrigue, suspense and mystery, you are probably thinking that it’s all a bit much for one story especially one that is pretty short, but it all falls together really well and comes together to make a fully immersive and enjoyable story.

Set during the early 12th century, America we follow the hero; Wanders-Far as he moves – quite rapidly – through life, as soon as the story opens and we meet him, you know that there is something very special about him, he is gifted and we soon see how, he has the ability to move quickly, he travels miles in no time at all, he has a photographic memory and more then he starts as a very young child to have visions all of this helps him through his life as he faces troubles and danger, as he helps protect his family and his tribe. I won’t say too much about the plot as even the slightest slip will give away far too much, but I will say it has some amazing character’s, a memorable plot and the most stunning setting and historic details.

This is a hugely original, thought-provoking and fascinating story, I was completely immersed into the hero; Wanders-Fars life, which is one full of adventure and intrigue. What I love about this is that you really get a sense of a history that we don’t really know that much about, I am fascinated by Native American history and their culture, yet there is so little in historical fiction about it, it was so enjoyable to become immersed in the era and get to know each character.

I will admit that as much as I thoroughly enjoyed this, it’s not completely my cup of tea – I think it was the fantasy feel that wasn’t for me, yet I was glued to the story, there is no denying that it is a highly enjoyable page-turner and that the author has a real skill at capturing the readers attention with his vivid and atmospheric writing.

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About the Author

After a chaotic day as a business person, Dave enjoys getting lost in the settings he imagines and spending time with the characters he creates. Writing historical fiction is like making paintings of the past. He loves to weave fact and fiction together, stirring in action, adventure, romance, and a heavy dose of the supernatural with the hope of transporting the reader to another time and place. He is an Adirondack 46-er, which means he has hiked all of the highest peaks in New York State, so it should not be surprising when Dave attempts to glorify hikers as swashbuckling superheroes in his writing.

Wanders Far—An Unlikely Hero’s Journey is the first in a series of books in the Adirondack Spirit Series.

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Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, September 2
Review at Historical Fiction Reviews

Thursday, September 5
Review at Locks, Hooks and Books

Monday, September 9
Review at Historical Fiction with Spirit

Tuesday, September 10
Interview at Jathan & Heather

Monday, September 16
Review & Interview at Jorie Loves A Story

Friday, September 20
Feature at Coffee and Ink

Monday, September 23
Review at Nursebookie

Wednesday, September 25
Review & Excerpt at Just Another Reader

Friday, September 27
Review at Red Headed Book Lady

Monday, September 30
Excerpt at The Book Junkie Reads

Friday, October 4
Review at Gwendalyn’s Books

Wednesday, October 9
Excerpt at Maiden of the Pages

Monday, October 14
Guest Post at Passages to the Past

Thursday, October 17
Review at Chicks, Rogues and Scandals

Monday, October 21
Review at Jessica Belmont
Excerpt at Myths, Legends, Books & Coffee Pots

Saturday, October 26
Review at Reading is My Remedy

Monday, October 28
Feature at CelticLady’s Reviews

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Giveaway

During the Blog Tour, we are giving away a paperback copy of Wanders Far and a $50 Amazon Gift Card! To enter, please use the Gleam form below here – Wanders Far

Giveaway Rules

Giveaway ends at 11:59 pm EST on October 28th. You must be 18 or older to enter.
– Paperback giveaway is open to the US only.
– Only one entry per household.
– All giveaway entrants agree to be honest and not cheat the systems; any suspicion of fraud will be decided upon by blog/site owner and the sponsor, and entrants may be disqualified at our discretion.
– The winner has 48 hours to claim prize or a new winner is chosen.

#BlogTour | The Widow Of Pale Harbour by Hester Fox #TheWidowOfPaleHarbour #Review @HesterFox @HQStories

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Hello everyone, I am so excited to welcome you to my stop on this fabulous blog tour, and to be able to share with you all my review of the stunning; The Widow Of Pale Harbour by Hester Fox. So grab a seat and a cuppa and enjoy!

A town gripped by fear. A woman accused of witchcraft. Who can save Pale Harbor from itself?

Maine, 1846. Gabriel Stone is desperate to escape the ghosts that haunt him in Massachusetts after his wife’s death, so he moves to Maine, taking a position as a minister in the remote village of Pale Harbor.

But not all is as it seems in the sleepy town. Strange, unsettling things have been happening, and the townspeople claim that only one person can be responsible: Sophronia Carver, a reclusive widow who lives with a spinster maid in the eerie Castle Carver. Sophronia must be a witch, and she almost certainly killed her husband.

As the incidents escalate, one thing becomes clear: they are the work of a twisted person inspired by the wildly popular stories of Mr Edgar Allan Poe. And Gabriel must find answers, or Pale Harbor will suffer a fate worthy of Poe’s darkest tales.

I have just one word for this, and this is; stunning! I was completely blown away by this, it’s a stunning, haunting and brilliantly gothic mystery which will grab your attention and imagination from the first page, I absolutely loved the eerie-ness and atmosphere, the plot and the character’s, there isn’t anything I didn’t like about this book.

This is the first I have read by Hester Fox; it will definitely not be the last, I have completely fallen in love with her writing, she has a real skill at swirling gothic mystery and intrigue around the reader like a heavy mist coming in from the sea.

Set in Maine; 1846 Pale Harbour village has a new minister; Gabriel Stone, who is there not only taking on the new job but he wants to try and move forward with his life after the death of his wife, he is hoping he can do so in this sleepy quiet village. Oh, boy how wrong he is! If he wanted sleepy village he may be better off moving to Sleepy Hollow or Midsummer Murders 😉 He soon realises that all is not as it seems as strange and bizarre tins start to happen, amongst them a young woman; Sophronia becomes the target of a witch hunt because she is a widow who lives quietly in the Gothic Castle Carver the locals who really are a superstitious lot and belief all the ills in the village has to be witchcraft and has to be Sophronia. Typical!

Gabriel doesn’t believe beautiful Sophronia has anything to do with such evil, he may be the only person who doesn’t – they are quick to make the connection to Edgar Allen Poe, and now it’s only time before the culprit escalates their activities, Gabriel and Sophronia must work together to find out who is behind it all before they find themselves in danger.

With murder, mystery and intrigue a woman wrongly accused of witchcraft and strange going’s on that come directly from the gothic stories of Edgar Allan Poe, all is not as it appears in the sleepy village of Pale Harbour. I absolutely loved how Poe’s stories are interlaced throughout the plot, it’s so clever and at the same time incredibly eerie, you will become completely hooked, as you fly through the pages, never wanting it to stop and yet desperately needing to know what the hell is going on and who is behind all the strangeness. The ending is fabulous, there was a moment when I sat back and thought; wow, I did not see that coming!

I can guarantee that if you love your historical mysteries with a Gothic twist then this is a must-read, it is one of those books that will be read and re-read over and over, people will talk about it, I can see it becoming a new classic, one that may rival Poe himself, I was riveted with it, and cannot recommend it enough!

This was a complimentary copy via the publisher, which I voluntarily reviewed as apart of this blog tour, thank you Jess.

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About the Author

Hester Fox comes to writing from a background in the museum field as a collections maintenance technician.

This job has taken her from historic houses to fine art museums, where she has the privilege of cleaning and caring for collections that range from paintings by old masters, to ancient artefacts, to early American furniture.

She is a keen painter and has a master’s degree in historical archaeology, as well as a background in Medieval studies and art history. Hester lives outside of Boston with her husband and two cats.

The Witch of Willow Hall is her debut novel.

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