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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

Giveaway Rules

– Giveaway ends at 11:59 pm EST on November 5th. 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.

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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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About the Author

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

#BlogTour | Madam In Silk by Gini Grossenbacher #MadamInSilk #Excerpt #HFVBTBlogTour @ggrossenbacher @hfvbt

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Hello my lovelies, I have the huge pleasure to be todays stop on this wonderful blog tour for Madam In Silk by Gini Grossenbacher. Not only am I sharing an exclusive Excerpt, which is so good – I can guarantee you will be desperate to read more, there is a chance for you to win a copy of this gorgeous book, so as always take your seat, grab a cuppa – and maybe a snack and enjoy.

Madam in Silk by Gini Grossenbacher

Publication Date: July 15, 2019
Publisher: JGKS Press
Format: eBook & Paperback; 476 Pages

Series: The American Madams, Book 2
Genre: Historical Fiction

 

 

San Francisco,1849. Despite her objections, twenty-year-old Ah Toy and her servant Chen voyage from China to San Francisco with her husband who dies on board ship. With little cash and bound feet, how is she to find employment in the Gold Rush town? Since she is the only Chinese woman there, she opens a “Lookee Shop,” catering to miners who pay in gold dust to see her exotic beauty. As her notoriety grows, so does her attraction to the devoted policeman, John Clark. Yet should she put her faith in one man? Will their love survive despite her frightening encounter with Sydney Ducks, threats from rival madam Li Fan, and a tempting offer from Henry Conrad who promises her wealth and security? Armed with her mystical beliefs of the inner dragon and Goddess Mazu, Ah Toy faces much more than the journey from the ancient ways in China to the new world in America. In fact, she must find the true source of courage in a life or death struggle for her own fate, justice, and dignity. Based on page-turning accounts about the life of Ah Toy, one of San Francisco’s most legendary madams.

Readers were effusive in their praise of Gini Grossenbacher’s dynamic debut novel Madam of My Heart, based on the life of the infamous brothel owner Belle Cora. This, the prequel to her American Madams Series, is inspired by the life of a beautiful young Chinese woman of high birth brought to California against her will. She was able–and willing–to do whatever it took to find security and fortune in Gold Rush San Francisco. Madam in Silk is this year’s exciting addition to historical fiction.” -Cheryl Anne Stapp, Author of Disaster & Triumph: Sacramento Women, Gold Rush Through the Civil War

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San Francisco,U.S. Military Territory, February 1849

Ah Toy’s husband Tung Chee told perfect lies, but for once he told a perfect truth. San Francisco Bay was a canvas of wondrous blue sky, mirroring placid water that lay like a sheet of glass. As soon as the brig Eagle entered the massive inlet, Ah headed to starboard, her lotus shoes pinching her bound feet. She grasped the railing as the trading ship rolled toward the dock, avoiding ships at anchor.

The Eagle’s timbers creaked as sailors scrambled up and down ratlines, pulled down flapping sails, and fed rope out to the longshoremen who waited, their arms outstretched. The pungent aroma of rotting fish stung her eyes. Her mystical inner dragon awoke, its nostrils flared, its eyes wide.

For a moment she pictured Tung Chee’s body, gray and still. Only a week under sail and consumption claimed the angry man. Gone was his nest of perfect lies about San Francisco: the weather would cure his coughs; they would escape his grasping brother Tung Chao, they would start their business anew and grow rich. When she objected, he backhanded her, leaving her cheek raw and sore. Even now, three weeks later, she saw the sailors tighten the canvas shroud around his body and heard the few words of the Captain. “May God rest his soul.”

She had stood next to Chen on the Eagle’s weather deck, the wild winds whipping around them. The black water of the deep Pacific opened its jaws to receive the plunging body disappearing under the waves. The Captain asked, “Do you wish to say a prayer, Mrs. Toy?” She shook her head. She had no sensation of grief then, nor now. Maybe she was numb—maybe she was relieved. So many times in Guangdong, called Canton by the British, she had wished him dead.

But now behind her the blue waters churned in the bay, swells that pushed back through the Golden Gate straits. Out beyond, the Pacific Ocean expanded endlessly until it stopped, China standing in its way. Had she really crossed the largest body of water on earth? She swallowed hard, her inner butterflies rising and falling with each breath.

Thank you, Goddess Mazu, patron of the seas. You delivered me and Chen safely to shore.

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Erratic shouts in different languages from sailors and brown-skinned dock workers rang up and down the wharf. Ah watched horses draw away stacks of crates in open wagons. Some drivers arrived with empty drays, waiting to load barrels of porcelain, silks, and dry goods. Symbols for fish, tea, and rice marked crates on the dock. Men loaded heavy equipment onto other large drays.

Guangzhou’s wharf sounds were a mere hum compared to the bustle of this place. San Franciscans must be building houses, churches, and businesses. People who lived here would be hungry; people would want fine clothing and furniture for new homes.

Round-eyed men moved everywhere; many workers were tanned like the shoes people wore in Hong Kong. Where were the women? In Guangdong one would see them padding about in their bright qipao, children dancing by their side. Here? Maybe men kept them indoors like dolls. She sucked in a breath. Women of the rich, the wealthy, the highborn.

*Madam in Silk, Gini Grossenbacher; ©2019

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About the Author

California author Gini Grossenbacher was a successful high school English teacher until she abandoned grades and term papers, choosing to write historical novels instead. Now she leads small writing groups and coaches other writers. She loves researching the history behind her novels, and enjoys traveling to the setting where they take place. Her hobbies include needlepoint, nature walks, and Scrabble. She lives in the Sacramento Valley where she grew up, east of San Francisco.

For more information, please visit Gini’s website. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Goodreads.

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Blog Tour Schedule

Do check out the other blog which are participating in this blog tour.

Monday, September 23
Review at Gwendalyn’s Books

Wednesday, September 25
Excerpt at Chicks, Rogues and Scandals

Friday, September 27
Review at Reading is My Remedy
Feature at CelticLady’s Reviews

Monday, September 30
Review at WTF Are You Reading?

Tuesday, October 1
Review at Books In Their Natural Habitat

Thursday, October 3
Excerpt at What Is That Book About

Friday, October 4
Interview at Passages to the Past

Monday, October 7
Review at Passages to the Past

Thursday, October 10
Review at @jypsylynn
Review at my.boys.mom

Friday, October 11
Review at Broken Teepee
Review at Coffee and Ink

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Giveaway

During the Blog Tour, we are giving away a paperback copy of Madam in Silk! To enter, please use the Gleam form below here – Madam in Silk

Giveaway Rules

– Giveaway ends at 11:59 pm EST on October 11th. You must be 18 or older to enter.
– Giveaway is open internationally.
– 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 Secret Life of Mrs. London by Rebeccca Rosenberg #TheSecretLifeOfMrsLondon #Review #HFVBTBlogTour @RebeccasNovels @hfvbt

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Hello my wonderful readers, I have the huge pleasure to be today’s stop on this blog tour for the amazing; The Secret Life Of Mrs London by Rebecca Rosenberg. Not only an I sharing my review of this gorgeous book, there is also a chance for you to win a copy of this very book plus some extra goodies, as always take a seat, grab a cuppa and enjoy.

The Secret Life of Mrs. London by Rebecca Rosenberg

Publication Date: January 30, 2018
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Format: eBook & Paperback; 348 Pages

Genre: Historical Fiction

 

 

San Francisco, 1915. As America teeters on the brink of world war, Charmian and her husband, famed novelist Jack London, wrestle with genius and desire, politics and marital competitiveness. Charmian longs to be viewed as an equal partner who put her own career on hold to support her husband, but Jack doesn’t see it that way…until Charmian is pulled from the audience during a magic show by escape artist Harry Houdini, a man enmeshed in his own complicated marriage. Suddenly, charmed by the attention Houdini pays her and entranced by his sexual magnetism, Charmian’s eyes open to a world of possibilities that could be her escape.

As Charmian grapples with her urge to explore the forbidden, Jack’s increasingly reckless behavior threatens her dedication. Now torn between two of history’s most mysterious and charismatic figures, she must find the courage to forge her own path, even as she fears the loss of everything she holds dear.

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Praise for The Secret Life of Mrs. London

“An impressively original and exceptionally well-crafted novel by an author who is a master of character- and narrative-driven storytelling, Rebecca Rosenberg’s The Secret Life of Mrs. London is an inherently riveting and thoroughly reader-engaging story from beginning to end and feature[es] many an unexpected plot twist and turn.” —Midwest Book Review

“Interesting, and based on the actual lives of the participants…Learning more about Jack London was enjoyable, as well as seeing early feminist examples.” —Historical Novel Society

“…Rosenberg paints an immensely intriguing portrait of a marriage and tells it in an accomplished lyrical prose that captures each moment with poetic intensity.” —Prairies Book Review

“The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a riveting behind-the-scenes look at the marriage of Jack and Charmian London, both fascinating and complicated characters with rich inner lives that Rosenberg conveys in crisp yet poetic prose. This contemporary historical fiction raises questions that are still relevant today about what makes a good marriage, and whether creativity and stability are incompatible. A rich, resonant, deeply satisfying novel sure to delight and leave readers thinking long after they put it down.” —Malena Watrous, author of If You Follow Me and Sparked!, and director of the Stanford Continuing Studies Program in Novel Writing

“The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a heart-wrenching portrait of a marriage between two people who utterly depend on one another, but ultimately aren’t enough for each other. With skillful precision of language, Rosenberg weaves a narrative that defines the complexities of love, passion, and art. This is a perceptive, deeply moving novel by a great new talent about a couple who has gone unnoticed in historical fiction until now. Anyone who has ever loved another person will want to read this book.” —Victoria Kelly, author of Mrs. Houdini: A Novel

“One of Houdini’s best kept secrets was his affair with Charmian London in 1918. Now Rebecca Rosenberg tells the story using an elegant blend of fact and fiction, creating a Houdini book like no other. The Secret Life of Mrs. London is a true peek behind the curtain and a page-turner.” —John Cox, Wild about Harry

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Full disclosure first; and this is rather an embarrassing one, but before reading this, I had never heard of Jack London. I came into this book just thinking it was basic historical fiction which featured the very real Houdini (Yes, I had heard of him before this book) so to learn that in fact the London’s were very real people was a bit of a surprise but a great one as this made me want to go out and find out more about Jack and Charmaine, I think my not knowing who these people were when I started reading made me enjoy the book all the more – I can’t explain why, but it did.

Set in 1915 – which anyone who follows me will know I have a real love of this era, which was one of the reason’s I wanted to read this book, Charmaine is married to renown writer; Jack London, a man who is slowly loosing grip on his life. His health isn’t the best and I think he has fallen into some sort of rut, where he has become so dependant on his wife doing everything for him; typing his work up, getting him up in the mornings, motivating him, dealing with the everyday tasks and finances, she is practically his carer. Personally I was in two minds about Jack, from what I can gather he was an amazing writer but I thought that he was very selfish, unpredictable and a little demanding on Charmaine. I think that Charmaine has put aside her own dreams and wants and her own writing to cater for Jack, yes it is obvious there is a fondness there but I didn’t get that buzz of two people completely in love from them, she is a little bored and then her whole life changes when she meets Harry Houdini. , she is transfixed with him but being a good person, she has a conscience can she really take on this illicit affair with one of the most dangerously charming men of the time?

Now I absolutely adore Houdini, my goodness he is such a charismatic and seductive, he comes in and sweeps Charmaine off her feet, she is carried away on a mist of secretive letters and sweet words, she – like every other woman, I think – is instantly enthralled by Harry Houdini’s he is a showman, he is a fascinating mystery who lavishes the much sought after attention Charmaine has been so dearly wanting in her life. I think she saw Harry as the balm for her fractured soul he gave wht she yearned for and yet she does love Jack, she finds her self in quite the position stuck between two men both with massive personality’s and ego’s.

The Secret Life Of Mrs London is wonderfully mesmerizing and intriguing story about a remarkable woman, Charmaine is a complex and fascinating woman, she has so many layers and it was a real joy to peel away each layer to finally reveal the complete woman beneath. She is intelligent, gentle, caring and resilient her relationship with Jack isn’t the best there is a lot of struggles that they must face as a couple and as individuals. There is a constant power struggle between them, she wants – no that should be craves, yearns for his attention, for his love and he is so reluctant to give I don’t think at times they are the best couple, there is a lot of take on Jack’s side and very little give, he wants her devotion at all times and she is very willing to give as I do think she loves his dearly but I do think that there is a certain unpredictability in their relationship.

I haven’t read any of Rebecca’s Rosenberg’s work before this, something which will be rectified I love her way with words, her magical writing which casts a spell over the reader from the first page. The writing is stunning, it flows with real ease as you read, it engages and entertains, there is an old school glamour about the story and the way it’s written it could have been written in the era in which it is set as everything about it is so clear, it’s rich and vibrant. I love fictional stories that have real historical people in them, and this book is a real treat, I can guarantee that if your like me who loves historical fiction with the added allure of real people then this is the book for you, it will keep you guessing and captivated right to the end.

This was a complimentary copy via the author which I voluntarily reviewed as apart of this blog tour, thanks you Rebecca and Amy. x

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About the Author

Rebecca Rosenberg receiving the IPPY Gold Medal

A California native, Rebecca Rosenberg lives on a lavender farm with her family in Sonoma, the Valley of the Moon, where Jack London wrote from his Beauty Ranch. Rebecca is a long-time student of Jack London’s works and an avid fan of his daring wife, Charmian London. The Secret Life of Mrs. London is her debut novel.

Rebecca and her husband, Gary, own the largest lavender product company in America, selling to 4000 resorts, spas and gift stores. The Rosenbergs believe in giving back to the Sonoma Community, supporting many causes through financial donations and board positions, including Worth Our Weight, an educational culinary program for at-risk children, YWCA shelter for abused women, Luther Burbank Performing Arts Center to provide performances for children, Sonoma Food Bank, Sonoma Boys and Girls Club, and the Valley of the Moon Children’s Home.

For more information, please visit Rebecca’s website and blog. You can also find her on Facebook and Goodreads. Visit the Facebook page for The Secret Life of Mrs. London.

Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, September 2
Review at Gwendalyn’s Books

Tuesday, September 3
Review at Melissa Reads

Wednesday, September 4
Excerpt at The Book Junkie Reads

Thursday, September 5
Review at 100 Pages a Day

Sunday, September 8
Review at My Reading Chronicles
Review at Oh the Books She Will Read

Tuesday, September 10
Review at Diana_bibliophile

Thursday, September 12
Excerpt at I’m All About Books

Friday, September 13
Excerpt at Myths, Legends, Books & Coffee Pots

Tuesday, September 17
Review at Hooked on Books

Wednesday, September 18
Review at Chicks, Rogues, and Scandals

Friday, September 20
Review at Orange County Readers

Monday, September 23
Review at Jathan & Heather

Wednesday, September 25
Review at Red Headed Book Lady

Thursday, September 26
Review, Q&A, & Excerpt at Nursebookie

Friday, September 27
Review at Macsbooks

Monday, September 30
Review at A Chick Who Reads

Wednesday, October 2
Review at gatticus_finch

Friday, October 4
Review at Coffee and Ink
Interview at Jathan & Heather

Saturday, October 5
Review at Reading is My Remedy

Monday, October 7
Review at rebecca.is.reading

Wednesday, October 9
Review at This Biblio Life

Thursday, October 10
Review at Peaceful Pastime

Friday, October 11
Review at Hopewell’s Public Library of Life

Saturday, October 12
Review at WTF Are You Reading?

Monday, October 14
Review at CelticLady’s Reviews

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Giveaway

During the Blog Tour, we are giving away 3 signed paperbacks + swag and 7 eBooks! To enter, please use the Gleam form here – Mrs. London

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

#Blog Tour | The Orphan Daughter (Reckoner’s Row #1) by Sheila Riley #TheOrphanDaughter #ExclusiveExcerpt @1sheilariley @BoldwoodBooks

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Hello my lovely friends, I have the great pleasure to be today’s stop on this brilliant blog tour for The Orphan Daughter by Sheila Riley, I am so excited to be sharing an exclusive excerpt for you all, this sneaky little snippet has definitely made me want to go out and grab a copy of this book and I’m sure it will do the same with you too. So crab a cuppa and enjoy.

  • Format: Kindle Edition/Paperback/Audio
  • Print Length: 346 pages
  • Genre: Historical Fiction
  • Publisher: Boldwood Books (5 Sept. 2019)

Winter, Liverpool 1947.

Evie Kilgaren is a fighter.

Abandoned by her mother and with her father long gone, she is left to raise her siblings in dockside Liverpool, as they battle against the coldest winter on record. But she is determined to make a life for herself and create a happy home for what’s left of her family.

Desperate for work, Evie takes a job at the Tram Tavern under the kindly watch of pub landlady, and pillar of the community, Connie Sharp. But Connie has problems of her own when her quiet life of spinsterhood is upturned with the arrival of a mysterious undercover detective from out of town.

When melting ice reveals a body in the canal, things take a turn for the worst for the residents of Reckoner’s Row. Who could be responsible for such a brutal attack? And can Evie keep her family safe before they strike again?

A gritty, historical family drama full of laughter and tears from the author of Annie Groves’ bestsellers including Child of the Mersey and Christmas on the Mersey. Perfect for fans of Lyn Andrews, Katie Flynn and Nadine Dorries.

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Exclusive Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

SUMMER 1946

Nineteen-year-old Evie Kilgaren gathered her mane of honey-coloured hair into a loop of knicker elastic before taking a vase of heavy-scented lilies and freesias into the kitchen. The flowers were barely faded when she rescued them from the churchyard bin that morning.

Placing them in the centre of the table, she hoped their heady scent would mask the smell of damp that riddled every dwelling in the row of terraced houses opposite the canal and add a bit of joy to the place.

Who’s dead?’ her mother, Rene, asked. Her scornful retort was proof she had already been at the gin and Evie’s heart sank. She had wanted today to be special.

Surely her dead father’s birthday warranted a few flowers. Even if they were knock- offs from the church – at least she had made an effort, which was more than her mother had.

I got them for Dad’s…’ Evie was silenced by the warning flash in her mother’s dark eyes. A warning she had seen many times before. Rene gave a hefty sniff, her eyes squinting to focus, her brow wrinkled, and her olive skin flushed. Evie knew that when her mother had drunk enough ‘mother’s ruin’, she could be the life and soul of any party or, by contrast, one over could make her contrary and argumentative.

I thought they’d look nice on the table,’ Evie answered lightly, quickly changing her answer to try and keep the peace. She should have known better than to mention her father in front of Leo Darnel, who’d moved in as their lodger six months ago and taken no time at all getting his feet under her mother’s eiderdown. ‘I found a vase in…’

Her voice trailed off. Her mother wasn’t listening. As usual, she’d disappeared into the parlour to darken her finely shaped eyebrows with soot from the unlit grate – make-up was still on ration – dolling herself up for her shift behind the bar of the Tram Tavern.

The tavern was barely a stone’s throw away on the other side of the narrow alleyway running alongside their house, so why her mother felt the need to dress to the nines was anybody’s guess.

Out of the corner of her eye, Evie noticed a sudden movement from their lodger, who was standing near the range, which she had black-leaded that morning. Leo Darnel didn’t like her and that was fine, because she didn’t like him either.

He was a jumped-up spiv who tried to pass himself off as a respectable businessman. Respectable? He didn’t know the meaning of the word, she thought, her eyes taking in the polished leather Chesterfield suite that cluttered the room and seemed out of place in a small backstreet terraced house.

None of your utility stuff,’ he’d said, pushing out his blubbery chest like a strutting pigeon. All the time he had a wonky eye on the bedroom door. He would do anything to keep her mother sweet and made it obvious every chance he got to show Evie she was in the way.

He’d been very quiet for the last few minutes, Evie realised. That wasn’t like Darnel. He was up to something, she could tell. He hadn’t interrupted with a sarcastic comment as he usually did when she and her mother were having a tit-for-tat. His self- satisfied smirk stretched mean across thin lips as he hunched inside a crisp white shirt and peered at her.

His beady eyes looked her up and down as he chewed a spent matchstick at the corner of his mouth before turning back to the grate. His piggy eyes were engrossed in the rising flames of something he had thrown onto the fire. Her attention darted to the blaze casting dancing flares of light across the room.

No!’ Evie heard the gasp of horror and disbelief coming from her own lips. How could he be so callous? How could he? As he stepped back with arms outstretched like he was showing off a new sofa, Evie could see exactly what he had done.

You burned them!’ Evie cried, hurrying over to the range, pushing Darnel out of her way and grabbing the brass fire tongs from the companion set on the hearth, desperate to save at least some of the valuable night-school work.

Two years of concentrated learning to prove she was just as good as all the rest reduced to ashes in moments. Thrusting the tongs into the flames again and again was hopeless Her valuable notes disintegrated.

Mam, look! Look what he’s done!’ Her blue eyes blazed as hotly as the flames licking up the chimney.

You are not the only one who can crawl out of the gutter? Mr High-and-mighty!’ Evie was breathless when her burst of anger erupted, watching the flames envelope her books, turning the curling pages to ash. She balled her work-worn hands, roughly red through cleaning up after other people and pummelled his chest. Why? She caught his mocking eyes turn to flint before being dealt a quick backhander that made her head spin.

Her nostrils, which only moments before had been filled with the sweet fragrance of summer freesias and Mansion polish, were now congested with blood as traitorous tears rolled down her cheek. Evie dashed them away with the pad of her hand, ashamed and angry because he was privy to her vulnerability. Her pale blue eyes dashed from the range to her mother, who was now standing in the doorway shaking painted nails.

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About the Author

Sheila Riley wrote four #1 bestselling novels under the pseudonym Annie Groves and is now writing a new saga trilogy under her own name. She has set it around the River Mersey and its docklands near to where she spent her early years. She still lives in Liverpool.


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#BlogTour | Meet Me In Monaco by Hazel Gaynor & Heather Webb #MeetMeInMonaco #Review @HazelGaynor @msheatherwebb @Harper360UK

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Hello my wonderful followers, I am so excited to be today’s stop of the amazing blog tour for the beautiful; Meet Me In Monaco by Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb, this book is stunning and I cannot wait to share my review with you all, so grab a cuppa and enjoy.

Meet Me In Monaco by Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb

Genre: Historical Fiction/Romance

Format: Kindle/Paperback

Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks (23 July 2019)

Set in the 1950s against the backdrop of Grace Kelly’s whirlwind romance and glamourous wedding to Prince Rainier of Monaco, New York Times bestselling author Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb take the reader on an evocative sun-drenched journey along the Côte d’Azur in this page-turning novel of passion, fate, and second-chances.

Movie stars and paparazzi flock to Cannes for the glamorous film festival, but Grace Kelly, the biggest star of all, wants only to escape from the flash-bulbs. When struggling perfumer Sophie Duval shelters Miss Kelly in her boutique, fending off a persistent British press photographer, James Henderson, a bond is forged between the two women and sets in motion a chain of events that stretches across thirty years of friendship, love, and tragedy.

James Henderson cannot forget his brief encounter with Sophie Duval. Despite his guilt at being away from his daughter, he takes an assignment to cover the wedding of the century, sailing with Grace Kelly’s wedding party on the SS Constitution from New York. In Monaco, as wedding fever soars and passions and tempers escalate, James and Sophie—like Princess Grace—must ultimately decide what they are prepared to give up for love.

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What a beautiful and enchanting story, it is a delightful, mesmerising and beautifully poignant story set on the backdrop of one of the most romantic true love fairy tales of all time, this is a stunning book. I haven’t read either of these authors work before, and after this beautiful story I feel like I have missed out on something where Ms Webb and Ms Gaynor are concerned, I will defiantly seeking out their back catalogues.

When perfumer Sophie Duval helps the greatest Hollywood star of all time, to evade the pesky paparazzi a simple act of kindness soon becomes the start of something special, a relationship that will change Sophie’s life forever. From this little act of sheltering Grace, a special bond between two unlikely women is secured, a friendship that lasts the test of time one that is full of love and sadness, it is also because of her unexpected friendship with Ms Kelly that Sophie meets James Henderson; the photographer who is following Grace Kelly around Cannes, and another surprise relationship blossom’s. I really won’t go into too much detail about the plot as I wouldn’t wish to give away any spoilers, yes we all know Grace Kelly’s story but what the writers have done so well is that they have intricately woven James and Sophie’s story with Grace’s, there are surprises, love and sadness to their story and it is so mesmerising.

I adore how the book is separated by the notes of perfume; eg; top notes and base notes, I love that nod to Sophie’s career, its such a unique way of separating the story into sections. The story is written first person in both Sophie and James’ points of view, this lets the reader see the story through two different perspectives, there is also newspaper articles dotted throughout telling the love story of Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier, I think that gives the story a poignant realism, it connects the story to the past.

I love the gentle relationship between Sophie and James, she is intelligent, savvy and holds to punches, whereas James is a complicated man, he has issues from being in the war, he feels guilt from spending too much time away from his daughter and they both deep down are lonely and in need of company.

I love how real life fairy-tale romance between Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier of Monaco is interwoven throughout the story, we all know the true love story between Grace and Rainier and to see it playout along side Sophie and James’ story really allows you to see their love story as though you were right there at the time.

I do love books that really pull at your senses and not just with emotion, I love how each aroma is written with vivid clarity, you can almost smell the perfumes, the lavender fields, the ocean everything sense is held hostage within the pages of this enchanting book.

The writing is impeccable, there is an age old glamour to the swirling tale that grasps your attention with such style and grace, a lot like the beautiful Grace Kelly herself. This is a beautiful, enthralling and magical tale, one that will get under your skin and stay with you for a long time, very highly reccomended!

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About the Author’s

Hazel Gaynor

Hazel Gaynor is the acclaimed New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author of A MEMORY OF VIOLETS and THE GIRL WHO CAME HOME, for which she received the 2015 Romantic Novelists’ Association Historical Novel of the Year award. Her third novel, THE GIRL FROM THE SAVOY, was an Irish Times and Globe and Mail bestseller, and was shortlisted for the Irish Book Awards Popular Fiction Book of the Year. In 2017, she published THE COTTINGLEY SECRET and LAST CHRISTMAS IN PARIS (co-written with Heather Webb). Both novels hit bestseller lists, and LAST CHRISTMAS IN PARIS won the 2018 Women’s Fiction Writers Association Star Award. Hazel’s most recent novel, THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER’S DAUGHTER, was an Irish Times and USA Today bestseller. Her latest novel MEET ME IN MONACO (co-written with Heather Webb) will be published in July 2019.

Hazel was selected by Library Journal as one of Ten Big Breakout Authors for 2015. Her work has been translated into ten languages and is published in seventeen countries to date. She is co-founder of creative writing events The Inspiration Project, and lives in Ireland with her husband and two children. She is represented by Michelle Brower of Aevitas Creative Management, New York.

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Heather Webb

When Josephine Bonaparte appeared to Heather in a dream, she switched gears from fun-loving high school teacher to author & history nerd on the prowl for fascinating stories.

To date, her historical novels have sold in multiple countries worldwide, received national starred reviews, and have been featured in print media including the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, Entertainment Weekly, Cosmopolitan, and more. In addition, LAST CHRISTMAS IN PARIS was a Globe & Mail bestseller in 2017, and in 2015, RODIN’S LOVER was chosen as a Goodread’s Pick.

Next up? She had so much fun writing Last Christmas in Paris with her co-author Hazel Gaynor that she decided to do it again! Their novel, MEET ME IN MONACO, set to the backdrop of Grace Kelly’s wedding, will release in the summer of 2019 from HarperCollins.

When not writing, Heather flexes her foodie skills, geeks out on pop culture and history, or looks for excuses to head to the other side of the world, (especially her beloved France). She loves to chitchat on Twitter with new reader friends or writers (@msheatherwebb) or via her Facebook page. Stop on by!

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#BlogTour | A Tapestry of Treason by Anne O’Brien #ATapestryOfTreason #Review @anne_obrien @HQStories

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Hello my lovely readers, do I have an amazing book to share with you all today, or waht? I have the huge pleasure to be todays stop on the blog tour for; A Tapestry of Treason by Anne O’Brien and I cannot wait to share this stunning book with you all, so grab a cuppa and maybe a piece of cake and enjoy.

‘Gripping’ The Times

Her actions could make history – but at what price?

1399: Constance of York, Lady Despenser, proves herself more than a mere observer in the devious intrigues of her magnificently dysfunctional family, The House of York.

Surrounded by power-hungry men, including her aggressively self-centred husband Thomas and ruthless siblings Edward and Richard, Constance places herself at the heart of two treasonous plots against King Henry IV. Will it be possible for this Plantagenet family to safeguard its own political power by restoring either King Richard II to the throne, or the precarious Mortimer claimant?

Although the execution of these conspiracies will place them all in jeopardy, Constance is not deterred, even when the cost of her ambition threatens to overwhelm her. Even when it endangers her new-found happiness.

With treason, tragedy, heartbreak and betrayal, this is the story of a woman ahead of her time, fighting for herself and what she believes to be right in a world of men.

Giving voice to the forgotten women of history, this is the next brilliant historical novel from Sunday Times bestselling author Anne O’Brien.

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Praise for A Tapestry of Treason

‘A wonderful novel . . . a rich, gripping, enchanting read. Anne’s vivid writing took me straight to the year 1400 and kept me wonderfully lost there throughout’ Joanna Courtney

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Praise for Anne O’Brien

‘O’Brien cleverly intertwines the personal and political in this enjoyable, gripping tale’ The Times

‘O’Brien is a terrific storyteller’ Daily Telegraph

‘A gripping story of love, heartache and political intrigue’ Woman Home

‘Packed with drama, danger, romance and history … the perfect reading choice for the long winter nights’ The Press Association

‘A gripping historical drama’ Bella (less)

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Wow!! What a stunningly satisfying book, I cannot quite say just how impossibly good this is, from the first page I was completely engrossed, I flew through the pages at lighting speed. It is an addictive, dramatic and hugely gripping story that flawlessly entwines history, political intrigue and romance within a deeply captivating and passionate story.

I hate to say it, but this is actually the first book I have read by Anne O’Brien, how can I have gone so long without devouring at least one of her wonderful books? It’s true, I must walk around with my eyes shut. But, I will definitely be filling my bookshelves with more of Ms O’Brien’s work, she really is a supremely gifted and talented writer, the wat she drew me into the past from that very first page is a real skill.

Set during 1399, Constance of York and her family are amidst treason and danger, the powerful house of York is under threat, after Richard II’s throne has been taken from him those who were close to Richard or in danger, they are in danger of having all they hold dear taken the unworthy Henry IV. Lady Constance isn’t about to allow her family lose all that is rightfully theirs, and she will not bow down to Henry, she plots against the King, she will have her families throne and life back one way or another which results in a story full of treachery, treason, traitorous exploits, a battle of power, love, deadly deceit, romance and amongst all the danger, trouble and strife is a woman who is hellcat, she is a villain in her own right, Constance is a duplicitous harridan.

There is a lot going off in the story, I won’t go into real detail mainly as I wouldn’t want to give too much away, but I will say that Constance is one of those characters that enthral from the moment you meet them, it took a while for me to warm to her as she does comes across as manipulative woman with a cruel blackened, loveless heart, she is as devious as a fox and I couldn’t find myself liking her. Yet once you start to see her in a different light, what she must go through and how hard she has to fight just for everything, I think she may always be the mercurial villainess to me but what a villain, she is a fabulously fascinating character who you love to hate at times as well as feeling such a loss for her at times.

Tapestry of Treason is a richly textured, mesmerising and immensely captivating story that full of deadly history and the most compelling and illustrious characters, it is a fascinating story one and it is written is such a way that will bring the history to life, I can see why this talented author is loved by so many her way at weaving fact and fiction with her wonderful words is a masterpiece of writing.

This was a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review as apart of this blog tour, Thank you Lily.

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