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The Gentleman of Holly Street

Today I’m delighted to be on the ‘The Gentleman of Holly Street’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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The Gentleman of Holly Street - L.James.2021Lotte James trained as an actor and theatre director, but spent most of her life working day jobs crunching numbers whilst dreaming up stories of love and adventure. She’s thrilled to finally be writing those stories, and when she’s not scribbling on tiny pieces of paper, she can usually be found wandering the countryside for inspiration, or nestling with coffee and a book.

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The Gentleman of Holly Street - L.James.2021Will this Christmas…
Change their lives again?
When self-made gentleman Freddie Walton rescued penniless Philomena Nichols at Christmas eight years ago, he never imagined that he would build his empire with her. Yet whilst they have created a life together as friends, Freddie can’t let their special connection become more than that. Not when his dangerous past continues to haunt him… But what happens when Freddie’s feelings for Philomena also refuse to stay hidden?

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In this extract, we follow Freddie as he returns to London after a long voyage across the Atlantic, just in time for Christmas with Philomena – the Christmas which will change everything for them both…

All those years ago, he’d made building this company, this venture, his purpose. It had demanded all the focus, all the energy, he had. And somehow, it had grown beyond him. In a sense, his success had freed him to…
Do what?
‘Mind yerself, sir,’ one of the stevedores shouted as the men prepared to haul crates out with the winches.
Freddie waved, and, shaking his head at himself, took himself well out of the way of those actually working.
Those actually serving a purpose.
In fact, he took himself off the wharf entirely, and was not even spared a second glance, though some he passed tapped their caps or nodded. As he crossed the gates securing his enterprise, joined the bustle of the streets, and began to make his way home, Freddie felt glad, actually, that he didn’t have any more work to do this evening. Well, at least nothing pressing that would delay him any longer. And, shaking off the earlier melancholy thoughts, he reassured himself that the loss of old responsibilities only meant he would have time for new ones. He had money and influence now. He could find new ways to yield it. Perhaps politics.
Perhaps not.
Though it was tempting, to think he could make change that way, it didn’t quite fit.
What does?
Right this moment, Freddie couldn’t think of anything. Likely because of the toll of his journey. Though every step that brought him closer to Holly Street seemed to belie that summation that he was tired. Because with every step, he felt…lighter. Excited, happy, really. To be home. To be going home.
A smile even lifted the corners of his lips as he weaved around dockers and merchants, shoppers, and visitors. As he dodged coaches and carriages and fishmongers and women of the night. The brisk, somewhat foul air was a tonic, a balm, reminding him that he was home.
Right on time.
As promised.
A light dusting of snow began to fall, tiny little flakes that would likely not survive the night, but then, more would follow soon enough. A shiver ran through him, turning his mood and making his gut clench, and he ignored the prickles at the back of his neck, though he did glance over his shoulder.
Merely the cold, he reassured himself, spotting absolutely nothing out of the ordinary as he tightened his scarf. And he didn’t mind the cold, nor the snow for that matter; it was certainly better than London in the summer, and, well, it never ceased to remind him of his first night at Holly Street.
Of Mena.
Yes, very soon now, he would be home. And then, everything would be right again. Everything would come together, somehow, and he would be able to see, and plan for his future, with clarity, good sense, and verve.
Back where it all began…
The perfect place to begin again.

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#BookBirthdayBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Review : The Automobile Assassination (The Erdington Mysteries #2) – M.J. Porter @coloursofunison

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The Automobile Assassination

Today I’m delighted to be on the ‘The Automobile Assassination’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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The Automobile - MJ PORTER CWAMJ Porter is the author of many historical novels set predominantly in Seventh to Eleventh-Century England, as well as three twentieth-century mysteries. Raised in the shadow of a building that was believed to house the bones of long-dead Kings of Mercia, meant that the author’s writing destiny was set.

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The Automobile AssassinationErdington, September 1944
As events in Europe begin to turn in favour of the Allies, Chief Inspector Mason of Erdington Police Station is once more prevailed upon to solve a seemingly impossible case.
Called to the local mortuary where a man’s body lies, shockingly bent double and lacking any form of identification, Mason and O’Rourke find themselves at Castle Bromwich aerodrome seeking answers that seem out of reach to them. The men and women of the royal air force stationed there are their prime suspects. Or are they? Was the man a spy, killed on the orders of some higher authority, or is the place his body was found irrelevant? And why do none of the men and women at the aerodrome recognise the dead man?
Mason, fearing a repeat of the cold case that dogged his career for two decades and that he’s only just solved, is determined to do all he can to uncover the identity of the dead man, and to find out why he was killed and abandoned in such a bizarre way, even as Smythe demands he spends his time solving the counterfeiting case that is leaving local shopkeepers out of pocket.
Join Mason and O’Rourke as they once more attempt to solve the impossible in 1940s Erdington.

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Having read ‘The Custard Corpses’ I couldn’t wait to dive into ‘The Automobile Assassination’ and luckily for me I had the Audible version right at my disposal.
Starting to read, euhm listen, I was immediately hooked not only by the storyline, but also by the voice.
I never heard of Matt Coles before, and although a bit slow for my liking (I read faster!) he’s a terrific voice actor, even when it comes to female voices.
He made all the characters come so alive it was easy to keep on going and even like Mason and O’Rourke even more.
They form a formidable team together and O’Rourke is definitely a woman to be reckoned with in this all male police team.
Another lovely mystery set during WW2 with more of an historical experience for me than the first book as I now learned more about stuff like the Automobile Association and couponing during the war.
If they found out the culprit(s) of the multiple cases on their plate I’m not going to spoil, but I can say it was a nicely tied up story that has a lot going on to keep you glued from start till finish.
I definitely hope there will be more books to follow in this 1940s mystery series!

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : Young Eagle Rising – Ellie Joyce @BookGuild

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Young Eagle Rising

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Photo for bookEllie Joyce was born and raised in Belfast. She holds an A.L.A.M. (Dip. Acting) from The London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. She and her husband have four children and live in Leicestershire. Young Eagle Rising is her debut novel.

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Photo for bookIreland 1735. Thirteen-year-old William Baxter has a grandmother with peculiar powers – so peculiar he believes she must be a witch. Taking this secret with him, he reluctantly sails with his family to the New World and the promise of a better life.
But Pennsylvania proves to be a savage, unforgiving place rife with warring tribes, slavery and dangerous animals. When William’s life suddenly takes a terrifying turn, he is thrust headlong into a battle for survival. Consumed with hatred for those responsible, he desperately wants to return to Ireland, but the coast is one hundred miles away and the trail runs through native territory. Alone and frightened, he sets out on what becomes the journey of a lifetime, determined to survive and have his revenge.
Young Eagle Rising is a coming-of-age story, a mix of fantasy, history, adventure and the enduring love of an old Irish witch.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : An Ear for Trouble (Riverbend K-9s Book 2) – K.T. Lee @KTLeeWrites

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An Ear For Trouble

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author imagesK.T. Lee is a writer, mom, and engineer who grew up on a steady diet of books from a wide variety of genres. She’s the author of multiple books, including those in the Riverbend K-9 Series and The Calculated Series.

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author imagesElise Butler is a wildlife biologist who enjoys her stable (if somewhat predictable) job in finance at the World Wildlife Trust. However, when the veterinarian at Riverbend Animal Conservation Center goes missing, Elise offers to help the unlucky wildlife Conservation Center get back on its feet. Not only will the job in Riverbend, Indiana let her get back to her roots of working with animals, but it’s also a short drive from her sister’s workplace at Riverbend K-9 Academy, a training center for some of the FBI’s best explosive detection dogs.
FBI Special Agent Finn Cooper and his canine partner, Sedona, are chasing a well-funded animal trafficking ring. After an injury sidelines Finn from official FBI undercover work, he goes to work at Riverbend K-9 Academy to stay busy while he recovers…and to investigate his only remaining lead in the animal trafficking case.
Just as Elise begins to settle into life in Riverbend, her sister asks her to help the K-9 Academy by fostering one of their puppies. Finn is eager to keep Elise focused on training Zeke, the enthusiastic German shepherd puppy earmarked to become Riverbend’s first wildlife detection K-9, and keep her well away from his quiet animal trafficking investigation. Zeke quickly proves himself an expert both at chewing shoes and sniffing out clouded leopards. When Zeke starts finding scents where they don’t belong, Elise and Finn begin to realize that the Conservation Center may be more criminal than unlucky. And if Elise doesn’t keep her nose out of it, she might be the next target.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #GuestPost : Far Across The Ocean – Suzie Hull @SuzieHull1 @books_dash

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Far Across The Ocean

Today I’m delighted to be on the ‘Far Across The Ocean’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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Far Across - Suzie Hull - whiteAward winning author Suzie Hull lives in Northern Ireland with her family and numerous rescue cats.
As a child she dreamt of being a ballet dancer but instead trained as a Montessori Nursery teacher and has spent the last thirty years working with children in a variety of settings. Suzie has always had an enduring passion for reading and history.
Suzie HulI won the RNA Joan Hessayon Award 2022 with her debut novel, In This Foreign Land.

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Far Across - Suzie Hull - whiteThe answers to her past and present lie far across the ocean…
December 1913. Clara Thornton won’t allow being jilted at the altar to squash her spirit. Against the wishes of her aunt and uncle, Clara decides to travel to Madagascar to learn more about the tragic shipwreck that took the lives of her missionary family, and marked her forever.
Clara is escorted abroad by Xavier Mourain, a handsome young merchant who works with her uncle. The two of them start off on the wrong foot, but Clara can’t help but be drawn to the mysterious Frenchman who helps her unravel the mystery that has always haunted her. But as their love blossoms, war begins. And the world will never be the same again.
For Clara, all the answers seem to lie far across the ocean. But some of them might be closer than she thinks…

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Hello Stefanie and thank you so much for hosting me on your wonderful blog.
My name is Suzie Hull, I live in Northern Ireland and I love writing WW1 Historical Romance. I thought your blog readers might be interested in learning about one of the settings in Far Across The Ocean.
I love Paris, I’ve visited many times and I really wanted to set part of this novel there so I started to research how I could weave an aspect of this city into the storyline. I’d already read about the American Hospital in Paris during WW2 and I decided to incorporate the same hospital during WW1.
There had been an American hospital in Paris for the many Americans that lived there and passed through since 1906, (with just 26 beds), but when WW1 was declared, the Board of Governors, led by U.S Ambassador Herrick offered their services to France. In exchange, the French government offered them the newly built but still unfinished Lycée Pasteur school at Neuilly. The month of August was spent getting the building finished and kitted out for the incoming patients that everyone knew would soon be arriving. It was now a military hospital with 600 beds, but at its largest it could accommodate 2,000 patients.

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Initially the American government decided not to get involved in the European conflict but that didn’t stop men and women wanting to help and one way they could be involved was volunteering at the American hospital. Many Americans left immediately for Europe, including doctors, surgeons and nurses, but people who were already in Paris began immediately. It was the first foreign ambulance to be accepted by the French government to serve French soldiers.
I enjoy reading, especially non-fiction books and one of my favourite things is discovering interesting memoirs and diaries. I was delighted to find a memoir written by Marie van Vorst, an American writer who lived in Paris before the war. In her letters to friends and family she describes many scenes from which I was able to take details and incorporate them into the book. One of my characters volunteers as a nurse and whilst I wasn’t able to find accurate information on the exact process, I utilised the details I found in Marie van Vorsts’ letters. She attended Red Cross lectures in England whilst she spent time there during August and September and sat three exams. She was unable to volunteer for the British Red Cross as she was a ‘neutral’, but when she returned to Paris in early October, she went immediately to the hospital and volunteered personally to Mrs Vanderbilt. It is from her letters that I added the name and number of the gangrene ward, (Ward 69) and found a few details of other people who worked there. For example I included how female volunteers went down into the basement to roll bandages for the multitudes of patients they were expecting.
When the hospital originally opened, they went to the train station and met the hospital trains, then ferried the patients back to the hospital, but on September 9th, 1914, a call came through saying that there were over 1,000 injured soldiers stranded near Meaux, and could they help? Ambassador Herrick gathered up the vehicles they had and drove out to get the soldiers. This make-shift first convoy was the start of the American Ambulance.

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To start with they only had eight ‘town and touring’ type motor vehicles to use when collecting patients from the railway stations, but they were given a donation of 10 Ford chassis from the Ford Automobile company in Paris and were able to kit them out as ambulances. The young men and women who drove the ambulances were incredibly brave, facing all kinds of danger so close to the front lines. Some of the young men ultimately went on to be soldiers themselves, especially after America joined the war in 1917.
Whilst I don’t want to give away any plot spoilers if people haven’t read Far Across The Ocean, I have woven into the story a young American who becomes one of the first ambulance drivers and a young woman who passes her Red Cross exams and starts work there early in September 1914 whilst the Battle of the Marne was just starting.
If you are interested in reading more, the first-hand account of Marie Van Vorst is available on Amazon, titled War Letters of An American Woman.
I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the background of my new novel.
If you do read it, please do leave me a review as it’s so helpful for other readers who might enjoy a WW1 romance to find me. If you’d like to keep up with any of my news please follow me on social media.

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#OneDayBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : For Richer, For Deader – Helen Golden @HelenGoldenAuth

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For Richer For Deader

Today I’m delighted to be on the ‘For Richer, For Deader’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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Hello. I’m Helen Golden. I write British contemporary cozy whodunnits with a hint of humour. I live in small village in Lincolnshire in the UK with my husband, my step-daughter, her two cats, our two dogs, sometimes my step-son, and our tortoise.
I used to work in senior management, but after my recent job came to a natural end I had the opportunity to follow my dreams and start writing. It’s very early in my life as an author, but so far I’m loving it.
It’s crazy busy at our house, so when I’m writing I retreat to our caravan (an impulsive lockdown purchase) which is mostly parked on our drive. When I really need total peace and quiet, I take it to a lovely site about 15 minutes away and hide there until my family runs out of food or clean clothes

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Content for The Magic of WorldsFrench WW1 AmbulanceIs the Wedding Between Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin’s Step-Daughter and Billionaire’s Son Off?
Rumours are that the recent death of Kelley Lindsell (29), the personal chef of tycoon Rudy (68) and Sheri Trotman (65) at Sir Hewitt’s Fawstead Manor country estate in Fenshire, has spooked Sybil Bransgrove (36) so badly she’s considering cancelling her nuptials.
Meanwhile the bride and her mother, Lady Grace (61), are being supported by family friend Lady Beatrice (36), the Countess of Rossex, who, alongside her business partner Perry Juke, is currently managing the project to refurbish the Manor House and Lodge on the estate.
Not again! Now that Lady Grace has asked Lady Beatrice to liaise with the police during the investigation into Kelley’s death, she’ll have to cooperate with boorish Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam whether she likes it or not. Her only relief will be solving the murder with the help of her friends Perry and Simon and her dog Daisy to get rid of him faster. But with so many wedding party guests staying on-site, any one of them could be the killer. Can they find out who it is before Sybil calls off the wedding…

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This is the first scene from the third chapter of For Richer, For Deader. In it Lady Beatrice, the Countess of Rossex, who is seventeenth in line to the British throne, and her business partner Perry Juke discovered the first body, at Fawstead Manor, the recently purchased country home of TV’s Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin and his wife Lady Grace, who is a close friend of Lady Beatrice’s mother, HRH Princess Helen. They are there working on the refurbishment of Fawstead Manor in preparation for the arrival of the wedding party for the marriage of Lady Grace’s daughter Sybil to Otis Trotman, the son and heir of the American billionaire Rudy Trotman.

“Oh my giddy aunt!” Perry Juke exclaimed as he screwed his face up at the sight before him. Turning, his blue eyes now the size of saucers, he stared at Lady Beatrice, who stood just behind him in the sitting room at Fawstead Manor. “What is it?”
Lady Beatrice tentatively stepped forward to inspect the body lying on the low coffee table in front of them. “I think it’s a rat,” she told him.
A rat looks just like a large mouse, doesn’t it?
She peered a little closer at the animal lying on its side in front of her. There was a stiffness about it that suggested it had been dead for a while. The furry body was slightly hunched over, looking like a hairy brownish-grey banana with four legs. It has a much longer tail than I imagined, almost as long as its body. It looked like a large dead mouse. “Yes, I’m fairly sure it’s a rat.”
“Ew.” Perry turned his head away in disgust.
“Indeed,” she replied, screwing up her nose. A dead rat — or in fact, anything dead hadn’t been what they’d expected when they’d walked into the sitting room this morning to do a final check before handing the room over as completed to Lady Grace Willoughby-Franklin, their client.
“Hold on.” Lady Beatrice moved slightly closer still, her focus moving from the rigid form of the rodent to a white piece of paper lying beside it. Reaching the edge of the table, she leaned over and examined it. Oh, that’s not good.
“What?” Perry, curiosity clearly winning over his aversion to dead animals, moved to stand by her side. He reached over the table with his right hand.
“No!” she cried, grabbing his arm before his hand got any closer. “We shouldn’t touch it. There might be fingerprints.”
Perry dropped his arm as she let go, turning to her with a frown.
“Read it; just don’t touch it,” she told him.
As he paused to read it, her eyes roamed over the large bold letters printed on the paper again. Stop this or else.
Perry gasped. “What does that mean?”
“It sounds like a threat to me.”
He pulled a face, giving her a sarcastic smile. “I get that. But stop what?” He shook his head and ran his fingers through his short spiky blond hair. “So what do we do now?”
Straightening up, Lady Beatrice tucked her long red hair behind her ears. “I suppose we should tell Lady Grace, and then she’ll need to call the police.”
Perry snorted. “Good luck with that! I doubt she’ll take kindly to having the police here with the Americans about to arrive.”
He’s right. Lady Grace won’t be happy about this… “I think you should tell her. I’ll stay here and guard the crime scene,” she said hopefully.
Giving a short laugh, Perry shook his head. “Nice try, my lady. But no way.”
“But she likes you, Perry. She says you’re charming,” she protested.
“Well, that’s true, of course.” He gave her a smug smile. “But she scares the life out of me, and she won’t take this well. She’s your mother’s friend, so you should go.”
She scares me too! “Oh, all right,” Lady Beatrice said, giving a huff. “But if she kills me, you’ll have to finish this project on your own and deal with her all the time. So don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Perry grinned as he took his phone out of his jacket pocket. “She wouldn’t dare hurt a member of the royal family, Bea. You’ll be fine.”
She rolled her eyes, turned around, and headed for the door.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : The Girl with the Emerald Flag – Kathleen McGurl @KathMcGurl @HQstories

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The Girl With The Emerald Flag

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Kathleen McGurl author photoKathleen McGurl lives near the coast in Christchurch, England. She writes dual timeline novels in which a historical mystery is uncovered and resolved in the present day. She is married to an Irishman and has two adult sons. She enjoys travelling, especially in her motorhome around Europe and has of course visited Ireland many times.

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Kathleen McGurl author photoA country rebelling
It’s 1916 and, as war rages in Europe, Gráinne leaves her job in a department store to join Countess Markiewicz’s revolutionary efforts. It is a decision which will change her life forever. A rebellion is brewing, and as Dublin’s streets become a battleground, Gráinne soon discovers the personal cost of fighting for what you believe in…
A forgotten sacrifice
Decades on, student Nicky is recovering from a break-up when a research project leads her to her great-grandmother’s experiences in revolutionary Ireland. When Nicky finds a long-forgotten handkerchief amongst her great-grandmother’s things, it leads to the revelation of a heartbreaking story of tragedy and courage, and those who sacrificed everything for their country.
Inspired by a heartbreaking true story, this emotional historical novel will sweep you away to the Emerald Isle. Perfect for fans of Jean Grainger, Sandy Taylor and Fiona Valpy.

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#BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @cathiedunn / #PromoPost : Wolves of Wagria (Olaf’s Saga, Book 3) – Eric Schumacher @DarkAgeScribe #Viking #HistoricalFiction

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Eric Schumacher authorEric Schumacher discovered his love for writing and medieval European history at a very early age, as well as authors like J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Bernard Cornwell, Jack Whyte, and Wilbur Smith. Those discoveries fueled his imagination and continue to influence the stories he tells. His first novel, God’s Hammer, was published in 2005.

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Eric Schumacher authorThree kingdoms. Two friends. Only one way to survive.
For fans of Bernard Cornwell and Conn Iggulden comes the tale of Olaf Tryggvason and his adventures in the battle-scarred kingdom of Wagria.
It is AD 972. Olaf Tryggvason and his oath-sworn protector, Torgil, are once again on the move. They have left the Rus kingdom and now travel the Baltic Sea in search of plunder and fame. But a fateful storm lands them on the Vendish coastline in a kingdom called Wagria.
There, they find themselves caught between the aggression of the Danes, the political aspirations of the Wagrian lords, and the shifting politics in Saxland. Can they survive or will they become just one more casualty of kingly ambitions?
Find out in this harrowing sequel to the best-selling Forged by Iron and Sigurd’s Swords.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : The Accidental Detective – Melvyn Small @melsmallwriter @northernholmes

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The Accidental Detective

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MelSmallProfileBorn in Stockton-on-Tees and raised in nearby Billingham, Mel left Northfield Comprehensive School at 16 to train as a civil engineering technician at Cleveland County Council Surveyor and Engineer’s Department. It was during this time, spent either at a drawing board or on the clever end of a theodolite that, following a rather sharp haircut, he was bestowed the nickname Melvis. Thanks go out to Joan the tea lady for that one. Fortunately Mel is not a vengeful chap and has not once even considered informing HM Revenue and Customs of Joan’s illicit below-the-tea-trolley line in Kitkats and Marathons. Whether Mel retains any likeness to the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll is debatable, however even the most imaginative would now concede he is less GI Blues and more the Vegas years. Mel loves a parmo.
On the completion of his traineeship at the council, which included BTEC qualifications studied on day release at both Cleveland Technical College and Teesside Polytechnic, Mel relinquished his unused right to countersign passport applications and photographs, and left local government for a period of employment in the private sector. This included stays at WS Atkins, WA Fairhurst and, perhaps his spiritual home, the now defunct Bullen Consultants Limited. During this period, interrupted by a bachelor’s degree in civil and structural engineering at the University of Sheffield, Mel undertook a lot of modelling work. Three-dimensional ground modelling work to be precise, Mel’s use of isopachyte analysis being now the thing of legend.
A natural engineer, Mel expanded his capability into that of hydraulic engineering soon forming quite a reputation in the fields of both storm water drainage and sewerage design, his skills in this area being such that he soon earned the honorary title of the Shitman. It’s no exaggeration to state that Mel has forgotten more about storm water attenuation than most people will ever know.
Feeling more inclined to a digital era the modelling shitman left the world of roundabout entry deflection and balancing ponds to embark on a career in information technology. Following a master’s degree in information processing at the University of York, he gained employment in the IT department of a large financial services organisation. It wasn’t his fault. None of it. Honest.
With respect to the written word, Mel’s efficient writing style is perhaps the requirement of both engineering and computer science to communicate in a concise manner. The comedy in his literary output being more of a function of a Teesside upbringing. Mel’s first foray into the world of creative writing came in the form of slogans for leading tee shirt retailer Shot Dead In The Head. Mel’s work included the popular ”What Part Of Theoretical Physics Do You Not Understand?” and “If You Can Read This You Are Too Close”.
Upping the word count considerably into that of fictional crime writing, Mel’s first printed work Holmes Volume 1 and the imaginatively titled Holmes Volume 2. The reviews for this reimagining of Sherlock Holmes a dry-witted, working class northerner plying his trade in current day Middlesbrough have been amazing. If you would like a copy of these classics including their cult cover art, act quickly, They will soon disappear to be republished as The Accidental Detective series in November 2022. This will include a new volume of stories including The Darlington Substitution. and two new feature length stories.
And it doesn’t end there. Mel has now turned his writing skills to music and Project Melv!s. The debut single from this initiative, Provisionally Yours, was released in September 2021 and was followed up with The Perfect EP at the end of 2021. Work on an album of original music is currently underway. It’s shaping up to be something quite special.
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Never SUE (5)Thrown together by the British legal system, Holmes and his court appointed psychologist, Dr John Watson, seem an unlikely pairing… but sometimes the stars align.
Our two heroes are soon drawn into a series of riotous adventures that both bewilder and beguile. Holmes’ mastery of data, deduction and logic combines with his gin-dry wit and a casual contempt for life-threatening danger to ensure there is never a dull moment as he and the good doctor battle the mysteries that have the local constabulary baffled.
The game is afoot… oh yes!

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Never Rescue a Rogue

Today I’m delighted to be on the ‘Never Rescue a Rogue’ blogtour, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
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Never SUE (5)When Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Twenty-five books and three Romantic Novel of the Year Award nominations later, and it still takes her forever to fall asleep.

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Skullsvengeance_eBookWhy on earth would she want to kiss him when he vexed her so?
Diana Merriwell and Giles Sinclair only tolerate one another for the sake of their nearest and dearest. Everyone believes that they are meant to be together, but Diana and Giles know that it is animosity, not attraction, that fuels their barbed exchanges. Anyway, Diana loves her freedom too much to give it up for marriage, and Giles is happily wedded to his bachelor lifestyle.
After Giles’ curmudgeonly father, the Duke of Harpenden, unexpectedly turns up his toes, it’s only a matter of time before the circumstances of his only son’s birth are revealed. With the threat of blackmail hanging over him, Giles must uncover the truth, or he and all those who depend on him will be ruined.
As Giles and Diana dive into his family’s past, the attraction that they insisted wasn’t there proves impossible to ignore. It seems that the future of the Sinclair estate isn’t the only thing on the line…

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As a bevy of liveried footmen distributed freshly filled glasses amongst his guests, Giles sensed her before she spoke, or rather sniffed her. The heady scent of fat Summer roses tinged with peach and the merest smidgen of vanilla was as unique a perfume as the unconventional and vexing woman who wore it.
“You will be delighted to learn that Lady Sewell and that awful Russian count you insist on inviting to everything are in the midst of a tryst in your music room.”
She had a penchant for bold, fashionable gowns despite her desire to blend into the wall and tonight’s was particularly lovely. The ivory silk skimmed her curves in all the right places while the saucy flashes of red at the hem and the big ribbon which highlighted her trim waist complimented her dark hair to perfection. As was her way, that hair was arranged in an artful but asymmetrical style which went completely against the current fashion for symmetry but suited her regardless, for she wasn’t so much a woman who marched to the beat of her own drum but one who made everyone else seem as if it were they who were out of step. She was, as always, stunning—not that he would ever tell her, of course. “I suppose that shocking incident is bound to feature in your newspaper tomorrow harridan?”
“As usual, I have no earthly idea what you are talking about.” Miss Diana Merriwell sipped her champagne with artful nonchalance as she gazed at the sea of twirling silk on the dance floor rather than at him. “But that is hardly a surprise.” She always delivered her insults deadpan for maximum effect and that never failed to make her feline green eyes sparkle. “You rarely make any sense at the best of times, my dear Lord Bellingham, and I confess, I have long given up any hope of you ever doing so. If you weren’t so inextricably linked to my brother-in-law, I would have washed my hands of the chore of you last winter—but alas…” She sighed as if merely knowing him was a huge inconvenience. “You continue to linger on the periphery of my life like a bad smell.”
Giles took no offence at her words. In the last twelve months she had said far worse and so had he, because sparring was what they did.
“Then you flatly deny all of your insightful contributions to the London Tribune’s gossip column of late?”
“As if the establishment would ever trust a mere woman to write the news.”
“But you are Diana—Goddess of the Hunt and Hunter of the Truth.”
She stifled a yawn. “I simply edit some of the stories for spelling and grammar as a way to pass the time. How do you aristocrats stand the monotonous boredom of an inane life of leisure?” Another well placed barb which made him smile. She loved to put him in his place. Nothing here impressed her.
“And there I was, quietly impressed with your journalistic aplomb, but alas…” He stared at the dance floor too as if he was bored stiff with it all. “Had I known you had no real press credentials whatsoever and are merely a nit-picking grammarian, I never would have invited you here tonight. And now I am peeved, for if you do not smear all of this evening’s shocking scandals over your tawdry paper tomorrow, then who will?”
“A mystery to be sure—but I am certain you will not have to worry. When one courts scandal like you do Giles, word inevitably gets around.” She slanted him a knowing glance. “And fast too… so your father is bound to be spouting steam from his ears in time for your audience with him tomorrow exactly as you intended.”
Her canny intelligence always grated. “As usual, I have no earthly idea what you are talking about either Diana.” The more he got to know her, the more he became convinced she read him like a book and that really galled. Because Giles liked to think he was always the canniest person in any room and several paces ahead of the crowd—but she was always hot on his heels. Or more often, he trailed on hers. “Hardly a surprise when you rarely make any sense at the best of times either. You do know I only tolerate you on sufferance because my best friend married your sister don’t you? Although it is still a mystery to me why he aligned himself with such a bunch of lowly commoners.” He pulled a face as he sipped his drink, even though his lips were twitching because he loved to put her in her place too. She wore her common roots like a badge of honour and sometimes wielded them like a shield to ward off unwelcome attention. “We blue bloods must ensure the purity of our species or civilization as we know it will end and chaos will ensue.”
Like him, she wasn’t the least bit offended by the insult. “Then you flatly deny going out of your way to annoy your father purely for sport?”
It wasn’t for sport. It was necessity. The only avenue available to punish the duplicitous scoundrel for all his many unconscionable sins.
“It is hardly my fault if he finds me disappointing, any more than it is my fault I was born that way.” An outright lie and he suspected she knew it, but he would rather die than let her glimpse any of the sorry truth.
Whilst it was true the insufferable Duke of Harpenden had always considered his only son unworthy in every possible sense, Giles had used outright rebellion as a defence mechanism long before he had discovered the Dirty Secret and that he really was unworthy in every possible sense. By then, it had been too late to rejoice in that enlightening fact. The dreadful die had been cast, the hand of fate had been dealt and there really wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it apart from the one thing which blew his entire world to smithereens. A prospect which he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if it were just himself it affected. Unfortunately, the awful, unpalatable, and toxic truth had dire consequences for a great many innocent people and, more unfortunately, he had failed to inherit his father’s unfeeling, granite heart. If he had, he would have lit the fuse himself then cheerfully pulled up a chair and enjoyed an entire plate of biscuits while he watched the illustrious name of Harpenden implode spectacularly in the full glare of the public gaze.
“I hear rumour that you are about to do something your father wholeheartedly approves of… and that finally, congratulations are in order.” Her sip of champagne was much too nonchalant this time, as if she were fishing though for the life of him he couldn’t think what for.
“Congratulations?”
“Does the name Miss Dahlia Regis ring any bells?”
“Doe-eyed Dahlia the dumpy draper’s daughter?”
“Surely you mean desirable Dahlia with the newly doubled dowry?” She stared him dead in the eye. “Or perhaps Determined-to-be-a-Duchess Dahlia would be a better description if the rumours I hear about the pair of you are true?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the preposterousness of her suggestion. “Surely you do not think I am romantically linked to Miss Regis? For she is far too proper for my dissolute tastes.” And far too vapid. Daft Dahlia was her nickname in the gentleman’s clubs because she could not converse without prompts from her pushy father but he was too much of a gentleman to repeat that moniker outside of one.
“Not linked, Giles. Engaged.”

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