Hello, Sunshines, I have the huge pleasure to be today’s stop on the blog tour for; Queen of Hell by Danae L. Samms, I love the sound of this book and the cover is striking with it simplicity I can’t wait to share it with you all, plus I have an exclusive excerpt to tempt you all with.
Firstly, i want to say thank you Amy at Historical Fiction Virtual Blog Tours for the invite.
About the Book
Queen of Hell by Danae L. Samms
Publication Date: November 9, 2020
Format: Paperback & eBook; 446 pages
Series: Persephone, Book One
Genre: Historical Fiction
1765. Persephone Nicholas has lived her twenty years with a father she cannot stand. Secluded on their plantation, Persephone feels she has a life destined for spinsterhood. “Life is Heaven for men and Hell for women” is her mantra. But on a visit to her cousin’s wedding, she meets young Mr. Elijah Parker.
Opportunities show that things can be much sweeter, and Persephone begins to question her thoughts on life. As the world continues to throw her hardships and struggle, Persephone chooses to fight and master the life she’s been handed to become Queen of the Hell she living in.
About the Author
Danae L. Samms has always been a creator. Loving books, television, and being outside fueled her imagination. Her writing began when she was four with her first play, and continued to grow to a degree in journalism.
Finding newspapers terrible and websites tolerable, she paid the bills as a freelance writer. Eventually, her creativity produced a novel and a thousand ideas waiting to become novels. Regularly, she keeps up with a blog of Unqualified Advice on Writing and Everything Else.
The only thing she’s been doing longer than writing is horseback riding. While horse shoes were never her forte, Danae has spent plenty of time riding and training. Most of that is with her horse Maggie.
A garden, much larger than anything Abigail tended at Oakwood, stretched around the side of Sutton House in a gigantic crescent. Flowers of every color were in full bloom, and Persephone could hardly imagine how they could fall short of enough.
Soon flowers were forgotten, and Elizabeth was going over the food and how many guests were expected. Persephone knew exactly none of them.
“John Lewis will be staying a few days, of course, he’s traveling the furthest. His father is rather close to ours, but cannot make it himself.” Elizabeth paused for a moment. A spot on the distant wall had suddenly caught her attention. She quickly caught herself and continued. “And the Hutchinsons. They were Mother’s friends before she was married.”
Elizabeth grew quiet again. Even in her letters she never mentioned her mother. On Persephone’s last visit, Aunt Jenny did not even leave her room. In recent years, the living ghost became steadily more taboo. At her sudden mention, Persephone longed for more news.
“Is she,” Persephone searched for the right words; avoiding an off-color question seemed out of her skillset. Yet she knew ignoring the subject would be rude. “Is she lucid?”
“On occasion,” she forced a short smile. “Never when I see her.”
Persephone wondered how often Elizabeth did visit her mother, but knew better than to ask. Instead she offered a smile and turned back to unpacking her trunk. She thought it best for her cousin’s own comfort that she led the conversation as she felt comfortable.
“Father goes in daily, sometimes more than once. She seems to respond more positively to him than me or even Esther. Not that Esther is ever there to try,” she bit her lip. All of Persephone’s focus remained on her belongings. “But father did say when he told her Esther was getting married, she smiled.”
“How nice,” Persephone hoped her words were encouraging, but hated the tone they had.
The breeze had died down, and the afternoon heat of summer filled the house. Even in a light dress Persephone could feel her underarms sweating. A small line began to slip down her forehead and past her eye. She wiped it away, powder staining her mitt.
Elizabeth moved on to talking about Esther’s dress as she walked to the water basin. Yards of fabric had been dedicated to the work long before Mr. Miller had even gone to their father. Esther had refused help on it as long as she could.
“Finally, when it came to the hem, she let Mrs. McGowan and me provide some assistance,” Elizabeth said as she dipped a cloth in the water. “I suppose she would have pinned it herself if she could.”
Without a word of warning Elizabeth touched the cool cloth to Persephone’s face. In the climbing heat, her bruise slipped into a steady sting, but the cold water brought instant relief.
“Pony, I wish you’d let me say something-”
“Thank you, but it really will help no one,” Persephone kept her eyes on the petticoat in her hand.
“But they are brothers. Surely-”
“Please, Bet.” She met her face, but Elizabeth looked away. After a moment she returned to the water basin and Persephone searched for her powder.
Blog Tour Schedule
Monday, May 24
Guest Post at Novels Alive
Wednesday, May 26
Excerpt at Books, Ramblings, and Tea
Friday, May 28
Review at Booking With Janelle
Saturday, May 29
Excerpt at Chicks, Rogues and Scandals
Tuesday, June 1
Review at Passages to the Past
Friday, June 4
Interview at Passages to the Past
Enter to win a paperback copy of Queen of Hell by Danae L. Samms!
The giveaway is open to the US only and ends on June 4th. You must be 18 or older to enter.
Giveaway Here – https://gleam.io/competitions/r7cRu-queen-of-hell