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A Defiant Maidens Knight

Today I’m on the ‘A Defiant Maiden’s Knight’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

2wOPzYMAMelissa Oliver is from south-west London where she writes historical romance novels. She lives with her lovely husband and daughters, who share her passion for decrepit, old castles, palaces and all things historical.
Melissa is the WINNER of The Romantic Novelist Association’s Joan Hessayon Award for new writers 2020 for her debut, The Rebel Heiress and the Knight.
When she’s not writing she loves to travel for inspiration, paint, and visit museums & art galleries.

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Synopsis :

A Defiant Maidens KnightA tense, dramatic medieval love story.
A knight’s protection…
That she doesn’t want…or need?
Joan Lovent may be losing her sight but she refuses to lose her independence too. So when Sir Warin de Talmont tells her it’s too perilous to be out alone in the city, she doesn’t pay him any heed. But with threats surrounding them, she begins to value his protection and helps with his dangerous work in return. If only the powerful connection between them wasn’t so impossible to ignore!

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Excerpt :

Warin de Talmont and his friend, Nicholas d’Amberly encounter Joan Lovent once again on the streets after she had agreed that she would no longer come to that part of London alone.

‘Sir Warin de Talmont?’ The woman had the temerity to grimace at him. ‘It seems that once again you have somehow found yourself in this part of London that you have a great dislike for.’
He smiled. Joan Lovent certainly had a spark of humour laced with her obvious irritation in finding him here again. ‘Ah, but I only dislike it when I happen upon you here, Mistress Joan.’
‘You put me to the blush, sir, by singling me out with these attentions. Truly—you honour me.’
‘I very much doubt it,’ he said wryly. ‘May I introduce my friend, Sir Nicholas d’Amberly?’
‘Of course. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.’
She turned her head around, but something in the manner in which she spoke must have raised D’Amberly’s curiosity in her. The man’s brows shot up as he darted a quick quizzical glance in Warin’s direction before returning his attentions to the woman. Ah, d’Amberly had not been aware of Joan Lovent’s impaired eyesight and he had forgotten to inform him. After all, for Warin it was neither an important nor a pertinent fact about her. The woman was vexing with or without her diminishing sight.
‘Enchanted, Mistress Joan.’ D’Amberly caught the woman’s dainty hand and lowered his head over it. ‘I have heard so much about you.’
‘Have you indeed, sir? I am surprised.’
‘I do not see why. For once my friend has not been excessive in any way when describing your lovely appearance.’
Her lips curved into a real smile—one that she had never bestowed on him. ‘I thank you but I’m sure Sir Warin has grossly exaggerated.’
Nicholas d’Amberly flashed his devastating smile. One that had usually amused Warin at the absurdity at the impact it had on women—but not this time. This time it irritated him in a wholly unexpected manner.
‘I assure you that he has not.’
‘Thank you, sir, but I think it might be prudent to release my hand from yours as it might raise a few suspicions about your attentions to just an unassuming page.’
D’Amberly let go of her hand and tilted his head. ‘You see, mistress, how your beauty and graciousness, even dressed as you are, make me forget myself. In truth, I have quite forgotten where I am.’
This time Joan Lovent actually giggled, making Warin grind his teeth together. And not because he had never managed to make her laugh. Not that he cared about such trifles—the woman was nothing to him. Even so, it was irksome that she was actually enjoying this discourse with Nicholas d’Amberly. But then most women did.
‘Then allow me enlighten you, sir, for I would hate for you to get lost.’ She grinned. ‘You are on the corner of Honey Street in a part of London considered so terrible, so very bad, that our friend here has resorted to following me in attempt to intimidate me into never returning back here again.’
‘That is very poor form.’ D’Amberly shook his head. ‘However, I can vouchsafe that he does mean well.’
‘I do.’ Warin was beginning to get more and more aggravated with the mild flirtation between his friend and this woman. ‘And by and by, there was never an intimidation, rather an agreement that was made, Mistress Joan. An agreement, I might add, which you have soundly broken with this little outing.’
She had the good grace to blush before tilting her head up defiantly. ‘I’m afraid to say that when I thought about it at length I came to the conclusion that my prior vow to the souls of All Hallows must prevail.’
Warin’s face was like thunder. ‘Is that so, mistress?’
‘I’m afraid it is. But you will be heartened to know that my visit here is not entirely unsanctioned, since I informed my sister by marriage of it. Indeed, Brida acquiesced to my little outing here.’
Warin’s patience was becoming raggedly thin.
He moved a little to shield the woman from a moving cart, before responding.
‘You might believe that these jaunts might meet Mistress Brida’s approval, but be assured that they would not meet her husband’s—your brother’s.’
Warin noticed a muscle flick in her jaw. ‘Then it is good thing that Thomas is none the wiser, sir, and can only hope that it would remain so. I bid you a good day. Sir Nicholas, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,’ she muttered, turning to leave.
‘Wait one moment, if you please.’ Warin reached out and caught her wrist, preventing her from moving away. ‘As I have maintained before, this is not some jest, Joan. Nor is it a game.’
‘Have I said that it was?’ she whispered, looking up, hurt filling those pretty blue eyes of hers.
He needed to make the woman understand the situation far better. He needed her to cease being so bloody obstinate.

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#BlogTour #ZooloosBookTours @ZooloosBT / #Excerpt : Twenty Sixteen #TwentySixteen – Lee Bullman #LeeBullman @SpellBoundBks

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Today I’m on the ‘Twenty Sixteen’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Lee Bullman Author PhotoLee Bullman has something of a chequered past but he did once meet Michael Caine on a boat.
He is the author of the best-selling crime memoir Blowback, a collector of early 1960s R’n’B blasters and doesn’t really believe in anything.
When not writing he buys and sells antiques and loves a decent nineteenth century tapestry.
He has a son called Tom and lives with the visual artist Siena Barnes in the birthplace of the gothic imagination where they are restoring a nice old house and happily living the dream.

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Lee Bullman Author PhotoTwo murders, committed over three decades apart, set in motion a modern noir detective story that plays out against the chaos of a Britain at odds with itself.
As Brexit bites and Britain begins to tear itself apart, DI Reider returns from a manhunt in Europe with a bullet hole in his shoulder and decides it’s time to retire from the force. But Reider hasn’t counted on his first case coming back to haunt him. He hasn’t counted on his career going full circle and he definitely hasn’t counted on Sasha Haye.
Angry and heartbroken, Sasha is seeking answers about the death of her boyfriend and Reider might just be the only person who can help her find them.
Against the backdrop of the referendum and its aftermath, the pair embark on a journey that brings them into contact with extremism, celebrity, politics and the world of vintage porn, as they attempt to unravel a murderous knot with threads that lead into the dark heart of the establishment, and a past which has a cold and unrelenting grip on the present.

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Coventry Central Police Station. Temporary Incident Room.
Sunday August 21st, 1982. 10.22pm

It’s riot night. We’re at the tail end of this long, hot summer and tensions have been rising since Spring, since the TV weathermen went to shirtsleeves and started using words like unprecedented and looking haunted and confused. We should have expected it, we should have seen the signs, read the runes, studied the entrails of dry, smashed birds on these grey city streets but now it’s too late and on the other side of town they’ve tied football scarves around their faces and gone into the homemade bomb business and taken us all by surprise. They’ve set the world on fire and Coventry nick is the first ring of hell.
Cold tea stagnates in the polystyrene cups with jagged half-moon bitten rims on desktops and filing cabinets and I’m the only man in the room not moving. Every other man in here is jacked up on hate and adrenaline, their rictus grimaces emerging here and there from the thick blanket of cigarette smoke hovering at shoulder height and staring at me without registering anything before sinking back into the fog.
The stuttering, percussive radio report emanating from wooden Philips speakers at the far end of the room is playing a running commentary from mobile units on the ground. Two hundred and fifty rioters are currently lighting up cars, tossing bricks through windows and looting shops along the length of the Foleshill Road. The tinny radio signal fights to be heard over the deep bass hum and fury of my esteemed colleagues, the policemen around me. All of them are gearing up for a fight, a ferocious buzz echoes through their demented hive, lit from above by six fizzing fluorescent tubes. Most of the forty-two officers, constables and recruits around me are wearing, carrying, or in the process of putting on matt black, padded riot gear, buckling buckles and tightening straps. The room is moving in slow motion and fast cuts. Some of the men in here are twenty-five years older than me but look like kids at a dressing up box getting ready to play war. A few of the telescopic batons and plexiglass shields are still smeared red with the blood of miners and hippies following recent outings to peace camps and picket lines. I stand amongst them like a ghost and the wall speaker feeds back with this ear-splitting high octave burst of fuzz and static and slices the room in half. The voice that emanates from the speaker belongs to Dave Housman, local copper, young, in the uniform for three months at most. He’s out of control, the fear in his voice is palpable, his training has deserted him and procedure has been replaced by panic.
“Oscar three nine, we’re at… at the corner of the Foleshill Road and Ryton Way, there must be fifty of them, they’re coming from everywhere… we need help, this is just…”
There’s another burst of static until Dave Housman’s hoarse, desperate cries mix with those of the other two officers with him in the car and cause everyone around me to freeze.
“Petrol bombs! they’re lighting fucking petr…”
Then the screams of the policemen fill the car they’re in and the room I’m in as flaming glass bottles smash through the windows of their panda car. The radio falls silent. A palpable, shared hatred for whoever just did that envelops the room and makes whatever happens for the rest of the night personal. The hatred blocks out what little air there was in the room and it chokes me.

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#BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @maryanneyarde / #Excerpt : Clement: The Templar’s Treasure (Clement, Book 3) – Craig R. Hipkins @CraigHipkins #HistoricalFiction #YoungAdult #YAfantasy #Medieval

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Today I’m on the ‘Clement: The Templar’s Treasure’ blogtour, organized by The Coffee Pot Book Club.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Craig R. Hipkins grew up in Hubbardston Massachusetts. He is the author of medieval and gothic fiction. His novel, Adalbert is the sequel to Astrolabe written by his late twin brother Jay S. Hipkins (1968-2018)
He is an avid long-distance runner and enjoys astronomy in his spare time.

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Synopsis :

Book Title: Clement: The Templar’s Treasure
Series: Clement (Book 3)
Author: Craig R. Hipkins
Publication Date: 4th May 2022
Publisher: Hipkins Twins
Page Length: 233 Pages
Genre: Young Adult Historical Fiction

Craig R. HipkinsClement & Dagena return for another action packed adventure. From the cold and dreary shores of Greenland to the fabled land of Vinland. The legendary treasure of the Knights Templar awaits.

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Clement strapped on his belt and checked his dagger. He would not need his bow so he left it with Olaf in the shelter. They left quietly, in the dark, leaving Olaf with the remaining biscuits. The village was a few miles away. Pometecomet estimated it would take two hours to get there as they would not be using the trails for obvious reasons. It was still snowing, but not as heavy as the evening before. Clement could feel the cold air biting his face and pulled the hood of his cloak tighter. Except for his feet, Pometecomet’s legs were bare from the knees down. Clement wondered how he managed it in the cold, but it did not seem to bother him.
They wanted to arrive before dawn. The Nipmuck usually only kept a solitary guard near the entrance but there might be more than one on this morning. No doubt, Sven would have men on duty. Pometecomet was hoping Dagena would be sleeping with the other maidens in the small hut near the breach, but if not, they would be able to tell them where she was staying. Clement was dreading the worst possible scenario. Sven had her with him, or even worse, the sailor, Guy, who would probably be doing unthinkable things to her. He felt his blood boiling again and was impatient to get there. If Pometecomet was not here, he would probably be reckless and use the main trail. However, he was glad he was here. How would he know about the location of the village or the breach where they could enter the town undetected? He felt fortunate and blessed.
It was still dark when they arrived on the hill overlooking the village. Clement felt a lump in his throat. This was going to be dangerous and he might end up being captured or even killed; but he had no choice. Not only was Dagena counting on him, but Tristan’s life was also in peril. For a few minutes, the two boys crouched down among some boulders and observed the palisade. It was quiet. Mostly, everyone was sleeping. They could have probably entered through the narrow lane and quickly dispatched the lone sentry keeping watch, but if they did, it would come at a great risk. The sentry might be able to call out the alarm. Also, Clement knew his uncle would not be so careless. Undoubtedly, there were others tending to the fire and keeping a lookout on the camp. He could see the glow of a fire but, from their position, could not actually see the flames.
“What do you think?” Clement asked.
Pometecomet was rubbing his chin. His long dark braids fell across his face. He pointed toward a depression in the ground outside the sturdy posts that served as the town’s walls.
“That is where we will enter. Come…it is time. We need to do this before it is light.”
The snow was now coming down fast and heavy. It was turning into a white out as the two boys quickly and catlike moved down the wooded slope. If anyone had been watching, they would have mistaken them for ghosts. Pometecomet led the way. They were soon huddled together in the depression up against the posts. They could see the opening but it was only a few inches from the ground to the bottom of the posts. They began to dig frantically into the snow. It was not long before they had an opening a boy could fit through but not a grown man.
Pometecomet touched Clement on the shoulder. “I will go in first. If I am not back in the time it takes to walk the perimeter of this village, then I am caught and the game is up.”
Clement nodded. “I will be waiting but do hurry.”
Without replying, the Wampanoag boy slipped through the opening. Clement was on his belly, peering through the hole. He saw his friend disappear around the corner of the hut. The snow was now coming down in sheets. He had never seen it snow this hard. It was turning into a blizzard. He remembered his father talk about one storm that had stopped King Stephen’s army in its tracks on one of his campaigns against the Welsh.
He waited anxiously, getting impatient. He wondered if he would have had time to walk the perimeter of the village. He had decided if Pometecomet got caught, he would still go. That is just the way he dealt with things. He was about to despair when he saw his friend peek around the corner and motion for him to come. He crawled through the opening and joined Pometecomet behind the hut. A few of the girls were standing in the shadows, watching them. Would any of them betray them?
“Dagena is being held in a separate hut,” Pometecomet whispered. “They say she is all alone, except for a guard, who has been assigned to watch her. He is sitting on a log outside of the hut.”
Clement was biting his lower lip. His mind was in motion.
“Where is this hut?”
His friend looked grave.
“It is located on the other side of the village. It is isolated from the others. It is usually where the Nipmuck keep prisoners. You will recognize it because it is the only hut built right into the palisade and there is a small holly tree growing next to the entrance. Watch out for the guard. The maidens say he is a big Norman with a brown mole on his forehead. They say he is fierce and has been abusing the girl with the hair the color of the brightest autumn leaves.”
Clement’s eyes narrowed and he was clenching his fists. He pulled his dagger from its sheath.
“That is Guy. He is a dead man.”
Pometecomet placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. He began to speak in his own tongue, in which Clement was now completely fluent.
“My friend; do not let your anger get in the way of your mission. You can get there undetected by following the narrow space between the palisade wall and the huts. I am going to help Weetamoe. I have told her about the boy, Tristan. She is gathering some supplies but needs my help to get them. I will meet you behind the boulders on the hill.”
They clasped hands and Clement watched his friend disappear into the darkness. For a second, he just stood there listening. The falling snow seemed to muffle nearly every sound, including his own footsteps as he cautiously crept around the backside of the huts along the palisade wall. He heard someone coughing in one of the huts. For the first time, he felt apprehensive and even a little frightened. What if he were captured before he got to Dagena? He quickly erased this thought from his mind. He was wearing the white cloak with the red cross of the Templar order. He suddenly felt empowered, almost invincible and omnipotent. He was not only a Templar Knight, but he was also their Seneschal. He was their leader. He could not fail. He would not fail.
He crept along in the snowy mist until he reached the last hut. Peering around the corner, he saw it. The small hut built into the palisade wall. He could see the lumbering form of Guy sitting cold and miserable on a stump blowing warmth into his hands and rubbing them together.
Clement’s eyes narrowed and he pulled his dagger from his sheath and boldly started forward. When he was about halfway across the open space Guy looked up and spotted him. Standing up, the sailor was at first confused, not recognizing who was approaching in the wintry mist. When he did finally realize it was the boy Templar, he was baffled. How had he managed to make it into the village? He had heard all about Clement’s former exploits and his supposed invincibility. Still, he did not believe a word of it. Clement, after all, was still only a boy and no match for him, a grown man twice his size and strength. Despite this, however, he felt it wise to treat this boy as a formidable opponent. He pulled his dagger from his sheath and grinned, showing his rotten teeth and grey gums. He started for the boy with his dagger raised.

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They Had Eyes of Silver

Today I’m on the ‘They Had Eyes of Silver’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a guest post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

They Had Eyes AuthorS. E. Davis is a veterinarian and advocate for werewolf health. She lives on the North Dakota prairie with her family and a Weimaraner who understands shifting into human form is not necessary for being part of the pack.

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They Had Eyes of SilverA secret lineage. A family cursed. A forbidden love that can’t be denied.
Veterinarian Reina Kirke is exhausted. So, when her best friend suggests a European vacation, she doesn’t hesitate. A much-needed break and a chance to investigate her mysterious family tree sound perfect. Too bad she’s in no way prepared for what she finds. The fairytale town in Belgium hides family secrets grounded in the supernatural. Legends of werewolves and witches surround her, and a taboo love affair threatens to pull her into a danger she might not be able to handle.
What seems like a chance encounter with Blaise Woodward, a brooding hunk with his own secrets, sets up a sequence of events that could unravel both of their families as they realize their deep connection to each other is generations old. But only one thing is certain.
Their lives will never be the same…

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Wolf-shifter Candles

When I start a project, I immerse myself in it. Research on the web, read books similar to/about my intended topic, make notes, sketch, then do. Yeah, my behavior runs the razor’s edge of obsessive. Fine. I am obsessive. Throw in a great song list and a fantastic scent, and I can lose myself in the craft. I have done this with quilting, crafts, raising rabbits, growing pumpkins, and now I do it with writing.
What do I do differently with writing? I make bookish items! Bookmarks, stickers, T-shirts, tattoos, and playlists.
Luckily, social media was so supportive of my obsessions that they suggested several wonderful candle companies to follow. Into the world of book-based candles I delved and ordered aromas based on the Grishaverse, The Witcher, and The Night Circus. All I needed to add was flame, and the waxed finds transformed my writing space into a magical haven.
I decided that I, too, should have a candle companion to my wolf-shifter romance, They Had Eyes of Silver. What scent combination would I be creating? A blend of fresh cut wood, leather, cinnamon, and bonfire.
Amazon loves people like me. Package after package arrived with containers, wax, essential oils, special candle making pots, etc. I designed labels for my “Silver-Eyed Wolf” creations.
During my unpacking and organizing, one of my daughters came in and asked what I was up to (besides making a mess). After I explained I was creating candles scented after the male lead in my book, she gave me a funny look and said, “You’re making a candle that smells like wet dog?”
I laughed and told her, “No. Of course not.”
But then I started thinking.
Should I?
Why shouldn’t I? Wouldn’t wet shifters in their animal form smell like “normal” wolves? Would that be a better match than the sultry concoction my brain came up for the hot wolfie? I prefer the wet dog smell to whatever dead thing my Weimaraner, Bodey, digs up and rolls in. He, of course, prefers a dirt crusted nose and earthen-marinated carcasses and toys.
Sitting with my dog after one of his baths, I can tell you that while I could write just fine, I didn’t think the world needed a wet dog scented candle. I preferred the real deal. Plus, I already had all the other oils. Although it would have been cheaper to commission a book-themed candle company to produce candles for me, making them myself was a pleasant distraction while waiting for feedback on edits.
Do I use them? Of course! While writing, I light up and burn my homemade candles. I have three books to complete and plenty of wax to eat through.

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#Recensie @DeFonteinCrime : Het geheim van Gent #HetGeheimVanGent – Steve Berry

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De auteur :

berry-steve-lDe boeken van bestsellerauteur Steve Berry worden alom geprezen vanwege hun rijkdom aan historische details en de grondige research. Zijn thrillers verschijnen in veertig talen.

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Korte inhoud :

Afbeelding1De grootste kunstroof in de geschiedenis…
Het wereldberoemde schilderij Het Lam Gods van de gebroeders Van Eyck is in de loop der eeuwen dertien keer vernield, ontmanteld of gestolen. Waarom? Welke geheimen herbergt het? Onderzoeker Nick Lee reist naar België en komt bij toeval een van de verdwenen panelen van het kunstwerk op het spoor. Zijn zoektocht is een gevaarlijke race tegen de klok, met gevaar voor eigen leven, waarin hij van meerdere kanten gedwarsboomd wordt…

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Mijn mening :

Ik moet eerlijk toegeven dat ik Steve Berry al een tijdje uit het oog was verloren, maar toen ik ‘Het geheim van Gent’ zag, wist ik meteen dat ik deze gewoon moest lezen.
Dit natuurlijk niet alleen omdat ik Oost-Vlaamse ben en vaak in Gent vertoef, maar ook omdat deze schrijver me eigenlijk nog nooit teleurstelde.
Ik had gelijk, want vanaf de proloog was het al meteen raak met de nodige spanning en intrigerende personages.
De volgende hoofdstukken hielden eveneens mijn aandacht vast niet alleen door de actie, de personages, maar ook door de beschrijvingen van de auteur.
Het is duidelijk dat Steve Berry niet vanuit thuis iets neerpende over Gent, Carcassonne,… want ik waande me echt in deze streken tezamen met de personages.
Evenzeer de historische kennis van deze man of toch de moed om alles tot in de details op te zoeken is fenomenaal.
Ik weet dat het boek natuurlijk overgoten is met een goeie saus fictie, maar toch, ik heb dingen bijgeleerd over geschiedkundige / religieuze zaken.
Ik vond het dan ook een zeer interessant, absoluut vlot te lezen en moeilijk weg te leggen boek, dat smaakt naar meer avonturen met Nick Lee.
Een dikke aanrader voor iedereen die houdt van geschiedenis vermengd met fictie en overgoten met goed wat actie.

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#BlogTour #RandRBookTours @RRBookTours1 @Shanannigans81 / #PromoPost : Harley James and the Mystery of the Mayan Kings (Harley James Adventures #1) #HarleyJamesAndTheMysteryOfTheMayanKings – Leah Cupps #LeahCupps #MiddleGrade #MGBooks

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Today I’m on the ‘Harley James and the Mystery of the Mayan Kings’ blogtour, organized by R&R Book Tours.
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Author PicLeah Cupps is an author, designer and entrepreneur. She came up with the idea for Harley James with her oldest daughter Savannah. Savannah had taken an interest in Mayan history and so the two of them worked together to come up with the idea for the first Harley James book; the Mystery of the Mayan Kings.
Leah lives in Indiana with her husband and three children. She is also the co-founder of Vision Forty Press, a small family-owned publishing company.

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Title: Harley James and the Mystery of the Mayan Kings (Harley James Adventures #1)
Publication Date: May 12, 2022
Genre: MG / Adventure / Chapter Books (Ages 8 to 12)

Tour Banner(1)Will Harley Find the Missing Mayan Statue & Save the World?
Amateur cryptologist Harley James has just landed in the sticky jungle of Tikal, Guatemala—home to the famous Mayan ruins. She’s made a few friends, a few mistakes…and a ground-breaking discovery.
The legendary statue of the long-lost Mayan King.
Just as she is about to impress her father with her discovery, the statue is stolen. Right from her own room!
And what’s worse? The legend says if the statues of the three kings are reunited, they’ll bring back an army from the dead to rule the world.
Follow along with Harley as she tracks down the missing Mayan statue, solves a few riddles and stumbles upon a secret society that will change her life forever!

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About the Author :

Emily is a native of Boulder, Colorado, currently living in Glasgow, working as a freelance writer. She did a degree in psychology from Mount Holyoke College in Massachusetts, before she moved to the UK for more degrees, completing an MA in the history of science at Durham University and then a PhD in historical geography from the University of Glasgow. Her PhD examined the history of madness and of psychiatric provision in the Scottish Highlands and Islands. After a couple years spent discovering that postdocs in history were rarer than wolves in Scotland and working as a freelance horse trainer, she went back to uni for an MSc in journalism at Strathclyde University. She published her first novel, In the Canyons of Shadows and Light, in 2020.
When not writing, she can be found riding her horses, paddling a kayak on lochs and rivers, or somewhere on a mountain.

Synopsis :

Title: Overturned
Publication Date: April 10, 2022
Genre: Thriller / Crime Thriller
Publisher: Gypsum Moon Publishing

Cover(1)Alex Boswell, a young New York City detective, joins an elite Manhattan homicide squad in the late-1980s, the dawn of the crack cocaine epidemic that would see the tragedy of addiction and violence touching every corner of the city, destroying thousands of lives. As a young detective facing entrenched power structures and a grinding treadmill of violence and death, Alex finds himself driven into making unconscionable choices that will haunt him forever.
Two decades later, Alex must face his past when courts overturn the wrongful convictions of people he’d arrested, and a federal grand jury opens an investigation into police misconduct and abuses of power.
A soaring epic of life and death, power, injustice, and at its heart, humanity, unfolding on the New York City streets.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : Sister Agatha: The World’s Oldest Serial Killer – Domhnall O’Donoghue

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Sister Agatha

Today I’m on the ‘Sister Agatha: The World’s Oldest Serial Killer’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a some ‘basic’ information for you.

About the Author :

Domhnall O'Donoghue HeadshotHailing from Navan in the royal county of Meath, Domhnall is a graduate of the Bachelor in Acting Studies Programme, Trinity College Dublin, later completing a Master’s in Screenwriting at Dún Laoghaire IADT.
He now works as an actor and a journalist, dividing his time between Galway, where he films TG4’s award-winning series, Ros na Rún, Dublin and Venice, where he and his Italian lover continuously promise their well-worn livers that they will refrain from quaffing so much Prosecco. (Unfortunately, it seems some vows, just like nearby Rome, were not built in a day.)
Wine-drinking aside, for more than four years, Domhnall has also enjoyed the responsibility of being Assistant Editor at Irish Tatler Man, a title whose various awards includes Consumer Magazine of the Year. Thanks to this role, he interviewed a host of high-profile names such as Tommy Hilfiger, Chris Pine, Kevin Spacey, David Gandy, and Jacques Villeneuve.
Domhnall has written for the majority of Ireland’s leading newspapers and magazines, including the Irish Independent, The Irish Times and RTE. He also writes a monthly column in Woman’s Way, the country’s biggest-selling weekly magazine.
His first novel, Sister Agatha: the World’s Oldest Serial Killer, was released in 2016 to critical acclaim (Tirgearr Publishing). His second and third books, Colin and the Concubine and Crazy for You were published by Mercier Press, Ireland’s oldest publishing house.

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Synopsis :

Domhnall O'Donoghue HeadshotSister Agatha is 118 years of age, whose vim and vigour would put the most robust athletes to shame. However, during a routine check-up, her doctor claims that she has just a week to live – inconvenient, seeing as the beloved sister once made an improbable vow: to be the oldest person in the world. At last count, she was the fifth.
Never one to admit defeat, Sister Agatha concocts a bold Plan B. Using her final days, she intends on travelling the world to meet the only four people whose birthday cakes boast more candles than hers.
And then, one by one, she will kill them.

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#BlogTour #ZooloosBookTours @ZooloosBT / #QandAs : Bonds #Bonds – Marie Anne Cope @MarieAnneCope

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Today I’m on the ‘Bonds’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Marie Anne Cope Author PhotoMarie Anne Cope is an author of contemporary and paranormal fiction. She grew up in Manchester, moving to North Wales in 2005, where she lives with her three cats, Jasmine, Texas, and Stoker.
She writes for women who want to read gripping stories that combine strong female leads with powerful, provocative storylines, which take them to the edge of their comfort zone.
Marie has always had an interest in the darker side of fiction—particularly in crime and the supernatural—but it wasn’t until her mid-twenties that she began taking a serious interest in writing. She published the first novel in her dark paranormal BONDS series in 2013 and followed it with the second and third novels in the quartet, BROKEN BONDS in 2015 and BONDS RE-BOUND in 2018. The journey ended with ETERNAL BONDS in November 2021, the Kindle edition reaching number one in both the Vampire Suspense and British Horror Fiction categories, as well as number three in Contemporary Fantasy Fiction.
The BONDS series is set against both contemporary and historical backdrops, following the story of the complicated and unusual relationship between Becca Martin, a reluctant witch forced to face up to who she is and accept her gift of the Craft, and Antony Cardover, a man who traded his soul for the chance of vengeance and paid the ultimate price – eternity bearing a vampire curse.
BONDS was a finalist for the 2020 Golden Stake Literary Award at the International Vampire Film & Arts Festival, as well as a quarter-finalist for the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award.
Marie has published two collections of dark short stories under the series title TALES FROM A SCARYGIRL. The first volume, entitled DARK AND SCARY, moves from the realms of the supernatural into the borderlands where folklore and superstition meet real-world fear, while volume two, entitled DARKLY SINSITER, delves into the darkest vaults of the human psyche, daring the reader to question what lies beneath the surface.
DARKLY SINISTER came out on Hallowe’en 2020, with the Kindle edition reaching number one positions in the Horror Short Stories, British Horror Fiction and British & Irish Short Stories categories, as well as number two in Psychological Thrillers.
Under the pen name M A Cope, she has also published her first children’s book called THE MISFITS. The story follows an unlikely group of supernatural misfits as they embark on an adventure that teaches them it is okay to be different from who they are expected to be; the important thing is to be happy in their own skin.
Marie is working on several other projects at the moment, including a screen adaptation of BONDS and a contemporary romance novel called CHASING RAINBOWS.
At the heart of everything she writes is a simple aim – to tell stories that captivate the reader.

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Synopsis :

Layout 3A four-century-old secret. A vampire curse.
Can she uncover the truth about her family before it destroys her?
Following the death of her grandmother, Becca Martin comes face to face with an ancestor she is unaware of; an ancestor who threatens her very existence.
Antony Cardover bears a vampire curse, and he will stop at nothing to sever his ancient bindings.
As she uncovers the dark truth about her family, can Becca embrace the legacy she now bears?
Or will the mistakes of the dead return to kill her?
If you like A Discovery of Witches and The Vampire Chronicles, you will LOVE Marie Anne Cope’s BONDS series.
Step into a world of magic, mystery and mayhem, buy BONDS today!

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
(In addition to my author bio)
As well as being an author, I run my own accountancy business and am also a qualified yoga teacher, although I haven’t gone back to teaching following the pandemic. I care deeply about the plight of the planet and changed my buying and eating habits to reflect this. I have also started growing my own fruit and veg. I only have a small garden, but I am looking to expand what I grow to provide me with some vegetables all year round. It’s definitely a work in progress!
I have been an avid reader since I was a child, ever since my mum brought my twin brother and sister home from the hospital. Enid Blyton and Beatrix Potter were my go to authors, but as I grew older, I read through the contents of the children’s section of the library quickly, forcing the librarian to introduce me to more grown-up books. Her selection as my first foray into this area was Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews—I loved it!
I’m a big fan of the theatre, with Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables and Blood Brothers being shows I will see time and time again. Pre pandemic, I probably went to a concert a month, feeding my wide taste in music. My first concert post Covid was Corinne Bailey Rae, closely followed by my all-time favourite Bryan Adams (17 May). Plus, I’m going to see Anastacia later this year.
This isn’t everything about me, obviously, but I feel I best move on to the writing!
I haven’t always written, which I know is unusual for an author. I did dip my toe in the water at primary school when I penned, and graphically illustrated, my version of Jaws. My teacher was horrified and rapped me on the knuckles with a metal ruler and told me never to write anything so horrid again. And I didn’t, not a word, not for over 15 years. Lucky for me, the voices in my head became too overpowering in my mid-twenties and I put pen to paper once more, penning short stories—some of which were published. But it was my attendance at a wedding and the discovery of a stone sarcophagus at the back of the church that changed my course as the storyline for Bonds revealed itself to me during those nuptials.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up? 
As a child, Enid Blyton was my sanctuary, with the Famous Five and the Ring O’Bells Mystery being particular favourites. I’ve even watched the recent drama series on children’s television based on Malory Towers—I loved it!
As an adult, I err towards thrillers with James Patterson’s Alex Cross and Women’s Murder Club series being favourites, along with Patricia Cornwell’s Kay Scarpetta series, John Grisham, Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus novels, amongst many others.
But I am not faithful to one genre.
I love anything by Kate Morton as she has the ability to draw you into her novels, so it’s as if you are following the main characters around. I’ve recently discovered Veronica Henry, falling instantly in love with her stories and style of writing. I love Nora Roberts, Erica James, and Julia Quinn (of course).
My all-time favourite author is Jeffrey Archer, a true storyteller. His Clifton Chronicles blew me away. His writing makes me feel like I’m curled up on the sofa with a huge mug of tea and a fleecy blanket, and Kane and Abel will always be one of my favourite novels.
My other favourite is Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which I believe to be the greatest love story ever told.
I could go on for pages about the books and authors I like!

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Stephen King, because it was On Writing which gave me the kick in the pants to give it a go.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Oooo, this is a hard question because there are several I would invite, but if I have to pick one, I will go with Kay Scarpetta (Patricia Cornwell), but I would ask her to cook dinner, as I am dying to try her Italian cooking. I find her a fascinating character with far more to her than shown in the novels. I would also like to get underneath why she is so hard on herself.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I do! I always write to music, the choice dependent on the book. Whilst writing the Bonds series, it was Meatloaf’s Bat Out of Hell III that kept me company. For Chasing Rainbows—the novel I’ve just completed—it’s been Natalie Imbruglia’s White Lilies Island.
I also like to burn an incense stick—white sage, Nag Champa, and dragon’s blood being my favourites. Plus a steaming mug of coffee.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
My ideas come from anywhere and everywhere, including the deep dark recesses of my mind. Bonds was inspired by a stone sarcophagus I saw in an old village church, whereas Nora Roberts’ Chesapeake Bay quartet of novels gave me the confidence to write Chasing Rainbows. For short stories, however, the voices in my head always provide the inspiration.
As for whether people in my life should be worried… maybe. 😉

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Definitely a plotter. I have a pretty specific process whilst writing a novel, which is why I only produce a book every few years! Plus, I write longhand which slows everything down. I am trying to embrace technology more, but I struggle to create through a keyboard; I find my Mont Blanc fountain pen and notebook much more conducive.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
The best advice I can give is to write your story in its entirety, from start to finish, before you review it. If you stop and review after each chapter, you’ll never finish, as you’ll just keep reviewing it over and over. It’s best to get it all down. Once it’s written, the reviewing and editing can commence.

What are your future plans as an author?
You’ve seen me mention a novel called Chasing Rainbows in my answers above. Well, this is my first foray into the contemporary fiction genre, and it is the first of a series. I’d never thought I’d be able to write in this genre, but it’s the most excited I’ve ever been with any of my writing. I’m taking this as a good omen!
I’m not leaving the darkness behind, though. I’m also writing a spinoff from the Bonds series, called The Headhunter, which centres on the character of Ellie Lawrence and her life after, and before, she met Antony Cardover and Becca Martin.
I’ve also written a screenplay for Bonds, which I want to bring to fruition, as it’s always been a dream to see Bonds on the silver screen.

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Here’s a teaser from Chapter 2 of Bonds…

‘B…E…C…C…A…’ A voice carried on the wind, making her jump. She whirled round, expecting to see the priest, but there was no one there. Becca continued to walk across the churchyard, tripping every so often on the uneven ground and upended graves. Her gaze remained fixed on the barren tree ahead of her, her conversation with Father Michael forgotten. Something was drawing her to this place and she felt powerless to stop it.
She stopped not far from the tree. The ground here was black as though recently burned. A small moss-covered stone marker was the only thing to break the harshness of the earth. She felt a slight tremor under her feet and her skin erupted in goosebumps as though someone had brushed past her. She shivered.
‘B…E…C…C…A…’ A warm breath caressed her left ear and she screamed, losing her footing. The crows, roused from their slumber, rose into the air again, circling the tree, their cawing echoing through the air. Becca spun round and stumbled away from the tree and the dead ground around it. Her mind was whirling. Had she really heard her name or was her mind playing tricks on her?

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Marie Anne Cope.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #QandAs : Murder in the Cards – Gina Cheyne

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Murder in the Cards

Today I’m on the ‘Murder in the Cards’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Murder Gina Cheyne Author PicGina has worked as a physiotherapist, a pilot, freelance writer and a dog breeder.
As a child, Gina’s parents hated travelling and never went further than Jersey. As a result she became travel-addicted and spent the year after university bumming around SE Asia, China and Australia, where she worked in a racing stables in Pinjarra, South of Perth. After getting stuck in black sand in the Ute one time too many (and getting a tractor and trailer caught in a tree) she was relegated to horse-riding work only. After her horse bolted down the sand, straining a fetlock and falling in the sea, she was further relegated to swimming the horses only in the pool. It was with some relief the racehorse stables posted her off on the train into eastern Australia to work in a vineyard… after all what could go wrong there?
In the north of Thailand, she took a boat into the Golden Triangle and got shot at by bandits. Her group escaped into the undergrowth and hid in a hill tribe whisky still where they shared the ‘bathroom’ with a group of pigs. Getting a lift on a motorbike they hurried back to Chiang Rai, where life seemed calmer.
After nearly being downed in a fiesta in Ko Pha Ngan, and cursed by a witch in Malaysia, she decided to go to Singapore and then to China where she only had to battle with the language and regulations.
Since marrying the first time, she has lived and worked in many countries including Spain and the USA.
For a few years Gina was a Wingwalking pilot, flying, amongst others, her 64-year-old mother standing on the wing to raise money for a cancer charity. She was also a helicopter instructor and examiner and took part in the World Helicopter Championships in Russia and the USA.
She became a writer because her first love was always telling a good yarn!
Under the name Georgina Hunter-Jones she has written illustrated children’s books such as The Twerple who had Too Many Brains, and Nola the Rhinoceros loves Mathematics.
She now lives in Sussex with her husband and dogs, one of who inspired the Biscuit and Pugwash Detective Series about naughty dogs who solve crimes.
Murder in the Cards is the second in the SeeMS Detective Agency series.

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Murder Gina Cheyne Author PicDeath is the rule, survival the exception in 1960s Soho bridge circles.
When the SeeMs Agency detectives play bridge online in 2020, they don’t expect their opponent to die during the game and yet a post-mortem the next day proves Brian Deliverer was dead halfway through the night. Can a dead man play bridge?
Employed by Brian’s daughter Karen to investigate his death, the team are led back to a notorious 1920s murder and to a missing teenager from a Sussex village in the 1960s.
Should they tell his daughter the terrible truth behind her father’s death even if it costs her everything?

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂
Thank you so much for hosting me, I really appreciate it too and I hope your blog readers enjoy the post. I love doing this sort of thing and I love writing. Thank you, Gina.

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I was brought up in the house of my grandmother, Heaven, a widow, and a Strolling Player. Everything in Heaven’s house was drama. If you woke her accidentally in the morning you were not naughty, but the wickedest little girl alive who would surely not get to Heaven.
Even though her husband died five years before, she still wore black from her lace cap to her lace up Victorian boots and had periodic episodes of wailing, until my father said he would leave the house and take his children on to the streets rather than put up with that. Then she wailed in private.
Something about this house must have given me a taste for writing, as all through my career as a helicopter pilot I continued to write. I edited two helicopter magazines and I wrote books about flying. However, I always longed to write fiction. Finally, when COVID came I settled down to write and produced my first novel, The Mystery of the Lost Husbands, closely followed by my second, Murder in the Cards. Both detective stories, they follow the SeeMs Agency detectives as they try to find first lost dogs, then lost husbands and finally a teenager lost in the 1960s.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
Tintin. If I feel like cheering myself up or just having a giggle, I will pick up a Tintin book. I don’t know if it is just because I am thrown back to childhood or if I just have a childish sense of humor but I do love reading Tintin cartoons.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Kamila Shamsie. I think she has such a nice calm way of writing books that are seething with emotion and pain. She seems to be able to see life from a broad perspective and I so admire the way she is able to show big events from an unusual perspective and in a way that allows the reader to make their own judgements.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
I would like to have tea with Miranda, one of my detectives from the SeeMs Detective Agency and her crazy dog. She loves people and spending time with her makes them feel happy, partly because she is interested in each individual person she meets, but partly because she has what the Spanish call allegre: a person who makes you happy. The English translation is cheerfulness, but it is more a person who has that ability within them to make others cheerful.

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I do like to do WORDL before I sit down to writing. Even if I get Phew, it is fine, although if I do better than Phew, I think this will be a good day for my brain and a good day for writing.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
No body need be worried: I don’t write about real people I know, although I have tried to in the past, but I found I made them flat and uninteresting, so I prefer to imagine the reality.
However, some of my ideas do come from real life. For example, the idea behind Murder in the Cards came from the 1920s murder of a man across a bridge table. The man played badly, his wife criticised him, he slapped her, she went and got his gun and shot him dead. She was not only acquitted but got $30,000 in insurance money. Clearly the judge was a bridge player.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Both, I think. I usually write the end first, then write a plan up to the end from the beginning, and then often change the whole thing. However, the fact that I already have the end in mind when I write helps to keep the clues coming and to give them a sense of purpose.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Do take time to read your own writing carefully. It sounds obvious but on my first few (unpublished) books I actually found them too boring to read over more than once. That should have told me something!
Do let other people read your work and listen to their opinions. They may be wrong, you should use your judgement on that, but they are a clear pair of eyes looking into your work and they will have questions about things you think are obvious.
Don’t hurry to publish your books before they are ready. It is too tempting to get out your books when they still have inconsistences and typos. I recently read a very good book from an author who had not taken the time to reread her book and consequently got names of her major characters mixed up. She also didn’t seem to know the meaning of various words she could easily have researched. If she’d done those things, she would have changed the book from good to excellent, and no doubt, sold a lot more.

What are your future plans as an author?
To write more books in this genre and to experiment with other genres. I love writing, I love researching and I love experimenting.
Perhaps one day I will write the story of my extraordinary grandmother, Heaven, and her crazy house. When we lived there, there was an unexploded bomb buried in the roof. which no one knew about, and inside, with my aunt, her son, my two brothers, my parents, me and my eccentric grandmother there was another explosive situation.

Last, but not least: Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
This is from Murder in the Cards and is set in 1963 in Jack’s Club in Soho. Fran is a teenage runaway who is making a living by playing high stakes bridge and using Polari (a gay language used before 1967) to give cheating signals to her partner, Bev. Bev has just bid diamonds.

Jack, watching the game, could already imagine a leer forming on Tank’s internal face. Of course, there would be nothing visible; Tank and his partner played poker in the club far more often than they played bridge. Tank had the king, queen, jack and two little diamonds. Although he only had a count of seven, his partner would certainly have something, and they would have enough to get the girls down. Tank loved playing with green molls, and anyone could see the girl Fran was an innocent for the plucking.
‘Oh … three clubs, I think,’ said Fran, her eyes hardly flickering over the winding ring on her partner’s finger.
‘Pass,’ said Mr Ruby.
Jack imagined Tank’s annoyance. He was no doubt hoping to play with diamonds as trumps, given the hand he held. He wondered what tricks that clever little innocent was pulling tonight.
‘Five diamonds,’ said Bev.
‘Double,’ said Tank.
Fran spent a lot of time deliberating, almost speaking then holding back, thinking. Tank loved it. You could almost hear her little brain ticking over, he thought. She’d got herself in too deep for sure. He was going to put a big, big bet on this one. He might even get the girl, as well as the money, for the night.
‘Seven no trumps,’ said Fran.
Tank almost wet himself in delight. There was going to win big tonight. He pushed all his money into the centre.
‘Double,’ Ruby said.
‘Redouble,’ said Bev.
Jeeezzus! Did those bitches never learn?
Behind him and unseen by any of the players Jack made a signal for Clinton to send over the security, discreetly. Whatever the outcome of this game, the amount of money involved meant emotions were going to be charged.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Gina Cheyne.

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