#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : Katharina: Deliverance (Katharina Series Book 1) – Margaret Skea @margaretskea1

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Today I’m on the ‘Katharina: Deliverance’ blogtour, organized by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Margaret Skea grew up in Ulster at the height of the ‘Troubles’, but now lives with her husband in the Scottish Borders. Awarded the Beryl Bainbridge Award for Best First Time Author 2014 and Historical Fiction Winner in the Harper Collins / Alan Titchmarsh People’s Novelist Competition for her debut novel Turn of the Tide, the sequel A House Divided was longlisted for the Historical Novel Society New Novel Award 2016. The third book in the series, By Sword and Storm, is due for publication in July 2018. Katharina: Deliverance is the first of two novels based on the life of Katharina von Bora, the escaped nun who married Martin Luther. She is passionate about well-researched, authentic historical fiction and providing a ‘you are there’ experience for the reader. An Hawthornden Fellow and award winning short story writer – recent wins include, Neil Gunn, Chrysalis Prize, and Winchester Short Story Prize. Placings and listings include Rubery Short Story, Historical Novel Society Short Story, Mslexia, Fish – Short Story and One Page Prize and the Matthew Pritchard Award. She has been published in a range of magazines and anthologies in Britain and the USA.

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Synopsis :

Layout 1It is very shameful that children, especially defenceless young girls, are pushed into the nunneries. Shame on the unmerciful parents who treat their own so cruelly.’
– Martin Luther

Germany 1505
Following the death of her mother and her father’s remarriage, five-year-old Katharina is placed in the convent at Brehna. She will never see her father again.
Sixty-five miles away, at Erfurt in Thuringia, Martin Luder, a promising young law student, turns his back on a lucrative career in order to become a monk.
The consequences of their meeting in Wittenberg, on Easter Sunday 1523, will reverberate down the centuries and throughout the Christian world.
A compelling portrayal of Katharina von Bora, set against the turmoil of the Peasant’s War and the German Reformation … and the controversial priest at its heart.

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Excerpt :

Chapter One
Lippendorf, February 1505

‘It is very shameful that children, especially defenceless young girls, are pushed into the nunneries. Shame on the unmerciful parents who treat their own so cruelly.’
– Martin Luther

Curled into the window seat, I press my face against the rippled glass, watching the trees bending and straightening before the wind, as the townsfolk do when Duke George passes through the market square. Above the trees, clouds pile, black on black, and I shiver. ‘The rain is coming.’
Klement, standing behind me, whispers in my ear, ‘The giant is coming. His footsteps shake the track leading from the woods. Soon he will reach us and…’ He grips my shoulders, shaking me.
Hans leaps up from his chair, shoves Klement backwards. ‘Stop it!’ And to me, ‘It’s only thunder, Kat, and cannot touch us here.’
Another rumble, louder than the last, and with it a distant rattle, like a cart on the cobbles in Lippendorf. The sky darkens, sucking out the light, Klement hissing, ‘And darkness was over the earth from the sixth until the ninth hour…’
Hans glares at Klement again as a jagged line of light splits open the sky, the accompanying crack frightening. I cross myself and shut my eyes until the noise fades, then peep between my fingers and see the rain spiking onto the ground below the window, churning the semicircle of path that curves to our door into a river of mud. The tree outside the window is blackened and a curl of smoke struggles upwards against the falling rain.
Klement is triumphant. ‘See? Next time it will be…’
‘Shut up!’ Hans spins round, claps his hand over Klement’s mouth. ‘Listen. There’s a carriage coming. Can it be Father?’ His voice has a catch in it that sends another shiver through me. ‘Anna said…’
Klement is at my other side, mischief forgotten. ‘Anna is a gossip. We shouldn’t pay too much attention to what she says.’
I tug at Hans’ arm. ‘What did Anna say?’
He pats my hand, shakes his head. ‘Nothing. Klement is right. It is but gossip and likely nonsense.’
We all crane to see as the carriage rolls to a stop, sending a wave of water arcing towards Anna, drenching her skirts as she waits in the open doorway. There is another flash of lightning as our father emerges and, holding the carriage door, reaches up to hand down a woman dressed in a burgundy cloak, her face shadowed by the broad brim of her hat. The padded velvet top is studded with pearls in the shape of a swan, its wings raised as if poised for flight.
‘Rich, I suppose,’ Hans says.
She hesitates on the carriage step, as if reluctant to soil her shoes in the mud, then, with a flash of ankle, she lifts her skirt and, holding onto our father, leaps the puddle between the carriage and the threshold of the door, slipping as she lands. He keeps his arm around her waist even when she’s steady again.
I catch a glimpse of a silver buckle and shining leather, just like our mother’s shoes she wore on Sundays going to Mass, and my stomach aches. ‘Who’s she?’ I ask. ‘And why’s she with Father?’
‘The wicked stepmother, I presume,’ Klement says.
‘Hans?’ I jiggle his arm, but he stares at the floor, shrugs.
Anna appears, her voice husky as she sends the boys downstairs. She shakes her head at me when I go to follow. ‘Not you, miss. I’m going to tidy you up first.’ She fusses at my dress, running her hands down the skirt, straightening the girdle, tugging at the sleeves. Her grip on my hair is firm, the comb strokes rapid, the teeth biting into my scalp, but when I put up my hand to stop her she slaps it away.
‘Ouch,’ I say, hurt as much by her uncharacteristic brusqueness as by the action itself.
She sets the comb down and turns me to face her. ‘Be good, Kat. Try to behave like a little girl, not a hoyden.’
‘For whom?’
‘For Frau Seidewitz. She’s…’ She takes a deep breath, the huskiness back. ‘She’s to be your new mother.’

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : When the Time is Right – Kim Cano @KimCano2

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Today I’m on the ‘When the Time is Right’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

KimCanoAuthorPhoto (1)Kim Cano is the author of five women’s fiction novels: A Widow Redefined, On the Inside, Eighty and Out, His Secret Life, and When the Time Is Right. Readers say her books are about strong women who struggle but survive, hard-won second chances, family life, and friendship.
Kim has also written a short story collection called For Animal Lovers. 10% of the sale price of that book is donated to the ASPCA® to help homeless pets.
Visit Kim’s website to receive a free copy of The Rescue.

Synopsis :

A note from the author:
I want to let you know that animals die in this book. Some people have problems with that, so I just wanted to mention it upfront. The main character is a hospice veterinarian, and although readers go with her to work on and off, it’s not the main focus of the novel. I was inspired to write a book about a hospice veterinarian after my husband and I had a veterinarian come to our home to put our elderly cat with cancer to sleep. (He is the cat on the book cover). After the veterinarian left, we grieved, and I kept thinking about her, wondering how she could be strong enough to do what she does for a living. I felt that she was the kind of hero I hadn’t read about, and a story started to form in my mind, and I wrote When the Time Is Right.

WhentheTimeIsRightKindleCover (1)A bond so strong that the gate to Rainbow Bridge can’t hold it back.
As veterinarian Michelle Catalano helps other people’s ailing animals earn their angel wings, she tries not to think about the empty cat perch in her own home. Or the empty side of her bed, grown cold since her boyfriend left town.
Then a pet psychic’s uncannily accurate reading leaves Michelle with more questions than the answers she thought were set in stone. And warnings so dark, she wishes she still had her cat at her side to cuddle the fear away.
When a brutal murder devastates Michelle and her family, the detective working the case is her only anchor. And soon, she’s turning to Bruce for the comfort that could heal her broken heart.
But there are too many unanswered questions about the killer, causing Michelle to secretly investigate on her own. Will Michelle’s search for answers spell her doom, or deliver help from the animal afterlife above?

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Excerpt :

The sound of rain gently tapping the window kept Dr. Michelle Catalano company as she wrote the eulogy for the Border Collie she had put to sleep earlier that day. His owners had said that Oreo had loved to play in the yard with their children, that he was happiest when he was running after a ball they had thrown and never tired of returning it to them so they could throw it again and again. They had also said that Oreo had been an excellent guard dog, but most of all, he’d been a beloved best friend. Michelle included the qualities his family had mentioned in her prose, then read the eulogy aloud to make sure it sounded good before double-checking her spelling and saving the document to her PC. The veterinary service she worked for provided in-home euthanasia services for animals. They had a page on their website for each pet that had passed away. It contained the animal’s photo, the eulogy the veterinarian had written, and an area for owners to post a comment about their pet. Michelle logged into the website, uploaded Oreo’s photo and eulogy, then lit a virtual candle for the dog, and said a prayer. As she watched the digital flame slowly flicker back and forth, a loud noise outside made her jump.
Michelle rushed to the window and saw two teenage boys surveying their Camaro. It had skidded into a telephone pole. The impact did significant damage to the passenger side of the car. Michelle considered asking them if they needed help but decided against it, preferring to call the cops. As she reached for her phone, the kids hopped back into the Camaro and sped down the street. She squinted, trying to see their plates, but was unable to make out any of the numbers or letters as they drove away.
The incident reminded her of the time her old cat Blackjack had saved her life. She had been walking out the door, and he had howled loudly. It was a sound he’d never made before. The yowl had made Michelle stop in her tracks. A moment later, a vehicle had crashed into her parked car. It had hit the driver’s side door and could’ve killed whoever was inside.
Michelle glanced at Blackjack’s perch. The one she didn’t have the heart to move. He had passed away six months ago at the age of twelve. He had lived a full life, and although Michelle knew he wouldn’t live forever, it was hard to believe she would never see him again.

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : Bad Karma – Debi Chestnut @DebiChestnut1 @CayellePub

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Today I’m on the ‘Bad Karma’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

A Northern girl with a wicked imagination, Debi fell in love with mysteries after reading her first Nancy Drew book. She left her job as a paralegal to write full-time. Along with her mystery series, Debi is also the author of many books on the paranormal. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two black cats, and her lab, Hunter. You can find her at www.authordebichestnut.com.

Synopsis :

Bad Karma eCoverZOEY CALLAWAY is an introverted Information Professional, content with her cramped apartment above her mother’s garage. She’s a simple person with a simple life until murder shatters her small town of Hope Harbor, Michigan.
When Zoey’s uncle is found dead in his bathtub, police think it’s an accidental overdose, but circumstances tell Zoey a different story. After inheriting her deceased uncle’s home and black kitten, she moves in and catalogues his belongings, inadvertently piecing together clues to solve a crime her uncle had stumbled upon before his death. With a stalker following her every move, Zoey calls upon all her investigative skills to identify the killer before she becomes the next victim.

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Before leaving, I checked my mail. There was a package wrapped in an old brown grocery bag. it was from Felix. “What the hell?” I said and set the box down on the passenger seat. As much as I was dying to open it, I knew I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked.
On the way to Hope Harbor I kept casting a sideways glance at the package. It just didn’t make sense. We saw each other two or three times a month, why didn’t he just give this to me when
I was there over the weekend? My stomach lurched. Was Felix sick and hadn’t told me?
Traffic was light, and I made it to Hope Harbor by noon and decided to drive by Uncle Felix’s house on the way to the police station.
His Craftsman style house sat on Ashley Lane and was within walking distance of downtown. Old oak trees shaded the front porch and yard, and there was plenty of space between houses for privacy, if there was such a thing in Hope Harbor. It was a small town where secrets were hard to keep. I’d spent enough time here over the years to get to know a lot of people and Hope Harbor felt like home.
The house was surrounded by police and emergency vehicles, so I parked on the street and made my way up the porch steps toward the front door. A policeman stopped me as I approached and told me to wait outside while he got Detective Andrews.
As I waited, I could see the neighbors rubbernecking, wondering what was happening. No doubt the whole town knew by now and I could feel my face flush as I considered the stories they must be telling about what happened to Felix. I made for the door, keeping an eye on the neighbors. I ran smack dab into a broad-chested man about a foot taller than me.

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : Morgan Le Fay: Giants in the Earth (Fata Morgana Book III) – Jo-Anne Blanco

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Today I’m on the ‘Morgan Le Fay: Giants in the Earth’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

JJo-Anne Blanco Photo 2 (1)o-Anne Blanco was born in Brazil to an English mother and Spanish father. She has spent much of her life travelling around the world as a teacher. Her travels, together with her lifelong passion for reading, writing and storytelling, inspired her to embark upon her Fata Morgana epic fantasy series, about the life and adventures of Morgan le Fay. Mythology, fairy tales and Arthurian legend are all major influences on her work, and her ongoing journeys to countries of great landscapes and folklore are never-ending sources of inspiration.
She is the author of Morgan Le Fay: Small Things and Great and Morgan Le Fay: Children of This World. These novels are the first two books in the Fata Morgana series.
Morgan Le Fay: Giants in the Earth, the third novel in the series, will be published in 2020.

Synopsis :

Fata Morgana Book 3 Front Cover(1)WHEN MONSTERS COME TO LIFE…
In the aftermath of Ambrosius’ attack on Tintagel Castle, young Morgan is sent away to the fortress of Dimilioc with her family, friends and tutor. But when bandits ambush their party, Morgan gets lost in the forest with nothing but her wits and her magic powers to rely on.
In her battle for survival, Morgan faces a cruel, hostile world that is suspicious, afraid and jealous of her magic. Silver-tongued faeries who are not what they seem. Vengeful Piskies and Muryans holding her friend Ganieda captive. Angry Giants and Spriggans who have awakened in the earth. And the ever-present threat of Ambrosius and his army, waiting to strike again…
To rescue her friends and outwit her enemies, Morgan must draw upon all her gifts, magic and mortal, in a perilous journey that will test her strength, faith and loyalty to the utmost…

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The unfamiliar countryside rolled on and on as if it would never end.
Morgan had spent hours that day and the day before staring out of the window at rocky hills, autumn woodlands, and grassy valleys she had never seen before. Occasionally the Sun would peep out from behind the clouds, but for the most part the sky was grey and hazy with the oncoming of winter. Branches of brightly-coloured red and gold trees bowed under the weight of water from rain showers that fell on and off, spattering through the glassless window.
Morgan wondered if the Hyades, the Rainy Ones, were crying so much from the sky because she and her family had left Tintagel.
They were travelling in a wooden covered wagon with beams arching from the roof, dividing the sides into windows. At first Fleur looked eagerly out of the window with Morgan, but then the little princess got bored and went to sit beside their tutor Sebile, who was quietly reading one of the bound books she had brought with her. Morgan’s mother Igraine was lying on some sacks stuffed with feathers and covered with an ornate quilt. Morgan’s twin sisters Anna and Blasine, a year younger than her, played with their straw dolls on the floor inside.
Lady-in-waiting Halwynna watched them seated on a pile of cushions, clutching the side of the wagon and looking deathly white. Morgan and Fleur’s young maid Angharad was travelling behind them in an open cart with the pinch-faced kitchen maid Janniper and the food supplies. Morgan hadn’t been happy at all when she’d seen that Janniper was coming with them, knowing how cruel Janniper had been to the kitchen servants back at Tintagel. But it seemed Igraine had insisted on taking a cook to Dimilioc and Halwynna had picked Janniper.
Prince Vortimer had refused to ride in the covered wagon with them and rode on his horse alongside the guards. About twenty soldiers accompanied their party, chosen by High King Vortigern and Morgan’s father Gorlois, the Duke of Belerion, to protect them on the journey. Vortimer had insisted that his pasty-faced companion Prince Urien of Rheged ride with him, so the two boys rode outside together in the cold and the rain.
The only boy inside the covered wagon with them was Merlin. Being the same age as Morgan and Fleur, he was too young to ride with the others. He sat cross-legged in a corner on the opposite side of the wagon to Morgan. His face was expressionless as usual, his eyes dark as ever. He was holding a book in his hands, but Morgan didn’t know if he was reading it or not since she resolutely refused to look at him. He hadn’t looked at her or said a word to her either – or to anyone at all, in fact.
Morgan had tried to read as well, but the wagon was so bumpy that reading made her feel sick. Sebile had looked at her keenly and said that such nausea was usually something people felt at sea. The tutor said a famous physician called Hippocrates had discovered how sailing on the sea proved that motion disordered the body, but Sebile herself had observed that the same travelling motion could also affect people on land. The tutor gave Morgan an infusion of ginger to drink and told her to sit by the window and breathe deeply in the fresh air.

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : An Ivy Hill Christmas – Julie Klassen @Julie_Klassen @Bethany_House

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Today I’m on the ‘An Ivy Hill Christmas’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

5egBVlgo_400x400Julie Klassen loves all things Jane–Jane Eyre and Jane Austen.
A graduate of the University of Illinois, Julie worked in publishing for 16 years and now writes full-time. Her novels have sold over 1 million copies, and three of her books, The Silent Governess, The Girl in the Gatehouse, and The Maid of Fairbourne Hall, have won the Christy Award for Historical Romance.
The Secret of Pembrooke Park was honored with the Minnesota Book Award for Genre Fiction. Julie has also won the Midwest Book Award and a Christian Retailing‘s Best Award, and has been a finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Awards and ACFW’s Carol Awards. Julie and her husband have two sons and live in a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota.

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9780764233807Richard Brockwell, the younger son of Ivy Hill’s most prominent family, hasn’t been home for Christmas in years. He prefers to live in the London townhouse, far away from Brockwell Court, the old family secret that haunts him, and the shadows of his past mistakes. But then his mother threatens to stop funding his carefree life–unless he comes home for Christmas. Out of options, he sets out for Ivy Hill, planning to be back on a coach bound for London and his unencumbered bachelor life as soon as the festivities are over.
But Christmas in the country presents unforeseen surprises, including encounters with an orphaned apprentice, the first love he disappointed years ago, and Arabella Awdry, a young lady who is far more appealing than he recalled . . . and determined to have nothing to do with him.
Will Christmastime in Ivy Hill, with its village charm, kissing boughs, joyous songs, and divine hope, work its magic in his heart . . . and hers as well?

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Excerpt :

December 1822
London

Walking past a linen draper’s, Richard Brockwell surveyed his reflection in the shop windows with approval. He cut a fine figure, although he said it himself. Inside, he glimpsed a pretty debutante he had been introduced to at some ball or other. She had flirted with him, and they had danced once, but he had not asked her again nor called on her afterward. Nor did he stop to renew their acquaintance now. She was too young and too . . . eligible.
He walked on. A stern-looking older woman stood outside the humble chapel on the corner. In hopes of avoiding her, he crossed the cobbled street.
Too late. Her voice gripped his neck like a mother cat grasping the scruff of her wayward offspring.
“You, sir! Will you make a donation to our most worthy charity?”
Dodging a passing hackney coach, she strode across the street to accost him.
Richard turned and pasted on a smile. His upbringing, while not without its faults, had taught him to feign politeness with ease.
Reaching him, she went on with her appeal, “I am Miss Arbuthnot, directress of the St. George Orphan Refuge. We rescue orphans from the retreats of villainy and teach them skills like printing, bookbinding, and twine spinning to enable them to obtain an honest living.” She held out a basket. “Our institution is supported by voluntary contributions.”
Voluntary or coerced? Richard wondered. He warmly replied, “My dear madam, how I look forward to you or one of your comrades addressing me almost every time I pass this way. Your . . . stamina is breathtaking. You rival an athlete in a Greek pentathlon.”
Her eyes narrowed, but he persisted with his most charming smile. “I applaud your philanthropic spirit. Truly. And like you, I give all I can spare to my charity of choice. My favorite coffeehouse and bookshop have first claim on my heart—and my purse.”
With a pert bow, he turned and walked on, leaving her sputtering and him quite satisfied with himself.
Richard was, he knew, a selfish creature. A person could not change his nature, his very heart, could he? He thought not.
Reaching the coffeehouse, he tipped his hat to the beggar outside and entered the beloved establishment, the aromas of coffee, pipe tobacco, newsprint, and books rushing up to greet him. Seeing his bespectacled editor bent over a newspaper at their usual table, Richard walked over to join him.
“Murray. Good to see you, old boy.”
David Murray raised his dark curly head and stood to shake Richard’s hand. “How are you, Brockwell?”

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : Morgan Le Fay: Children of This World (Fata Morgana Series Book 2) – Jo-Anne Blanco

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Today I’m on the ‘Morgan Le Fay: Children of This World’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Jo-Anne Blanco Photo 2 (1)Jo-Anne Blanco was born in Brazil to an English mother and Spanish father. She has spent much of her life travelling around the world as a teacher. Her travels, together with her lifelong passion for reading, writing and storytelling, inspired her to embark upon her Fata Morgana epic fantasy series, about the life and adventures of Morgan le Fay. Mythology, fairy tales and Arthurian legend are all major influences on her work, and her ongoing journeys to countries of great landscapes and folklore are never-ending sources of inspiration.
She is the author of Morgan Le Fay: Small Things and Great and Morgan Le Fay: Children of This World. These novels are the first two books in the Fata Morgana series.
Morgan Le Fay: Giants in the Earth, the third novel in the series, will be published in 2020.

Synopsis :

Fata Morgana Book 2 Front CoverA STORM IS BREWING … Brothers Ambrosius and Uther Pendragon have landed in Belerion with an army raised to fight High King Vortigern. Supporters of the High King gather at Tintagel, seat of Morgan’s father the Duke of Belerion, as they prepare for battle. Ominous clouds of war hang over the castle, treachery lurks in the shadows, and rumours abound that Ambrosius is being aided by a powerful dark force from the past … Since Morgan’s encounter with the Piskies and the Muryans, the faerie tribes have united against her, vowing revenge. Meanwhile, her powers are growing faster and stronger, her dreams and visions more potent. On Samhain night, when the veil between the worlds becomes thin, Morgan resolves to summon Diana the Moon Huntress to her once again, with terrifying and tragic consequences …

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It didn’t seem as if it would ever stop raining. The water bucketed down, plummeting to earth in torrents from the dark sky. It flooded the courtyard and gathered in great pools of water, soaking into the green and brown headlands beyond. It even started dripping in through the roof. Wooden pails were placed directly underneath to stop the water spreading, but the river rushes and straw strewn across the floor still got all damp and soggy. The rain seemed to be doing all it could to get inside, drumming relentlessly and remorselessly on the roof, pounding at the battlements, lashing at the walls.
Tintagel Castle stood on the edge of the cliff in lonely defiance against the ferocity of the storm. A western wind swept around the castle, howling and gusting with fury. From time to time, jagged forks of bright white lightning shot across the sky, lighting up the black clouds, followed by deafening crashes of thunder so loud they threatened to shatter the walls. It felt as if the storm were trying to beat and blow and smash Tintagel into pieces, attempting to sweep the castle off the edge of the cliff into the raging ocean below. Beyond the castle window, the steel-hued sea was in turmoil. Huge, roaring waves lurched themselves at the cliff faces, crashing against the granite rocks in misty mountains of spray so high that they almost reached the castle itself. The waves were joining in with the rain and the wind, the thunder and lightning; attacking Tintagel, trying to drag it all down into the depths of the dark waters.
Morgan sat in her mother Igraine’s chambers, gazing up at the window from the cushions she was sitting on. A fire was blazing in the hearth but Morgan didn’t want to be near it. Strangely, she didn’t mind the cold, or the wind, or the occasional spurts of rain that splashed in through the window. She preferred to be where she could see as much as possible – the brilliant flashes of lightning, the churning, steely ocean, the sheets of rain billowing against the grey stone walls.
Everyone else in the room seemed to be uninterested in the storm, or at least was studiously ignoring it. Igraine’s lady-in-waiting, Halwynna, was seated on a chair by the fire darning a woollen dress with great concentration. Morgan’s two younger sisters, the twins Anna and Blasine, were sitting on a bear rug by the fire at Halwynna’s feet. Blasine was playing with a couple of her straw dolls, while Anna was waving a small wooden stick around mouthing words silently to herself. Morgan had no idea what game Anna was playing, but she didn’t much care either. Morgan’s best friend Fleur was on the cushions beside her, reading her beautiful gold-illustrated Bible. She didn’t look up from her book or out at the storm at all.
Igraine herself wasn’t there. The Duchess had gone to help her husband with the visitors arriving at the castle. As the Duke and Duchess of Belerion, it was the duty of Gorlois and Igraine to greet all the people who came to visit them; especially now, as many nobleman and ladies were coming to see High King Vortigern and his Queen Rowena, who were soon to arrive at Tintagel. Morgan recalled the richly dressed men on horseback and elegant ladies either on horses or in covered wooden wagons that she had seen from the storm-swept battlements. She remembered that many of the men had also been wearing armour, and she thought of the guards armed with spears and swords whom she had seen standing sentinel on the battlements.

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : Cuddies Strip – Rob McInroy @McInRob

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Today I’m on the ‘Cuddies Strip’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Rob McInroy July 2020 (1)Rob McInroy is the author of Cuddies Strip, a novel based on true crimes in 1930s Scotland, published by Ringwood Publishing. He has won four short story competitions in the past eighteen months (Hissac, ChipLit Fest, Writing Magazine and the Bedford International Writing Competition). His short stories have been placed or shortlisted in a further sixteen competitions in the past eighteen months. In 2018 he was a winner of the Bradford Literature Festival Northern Noir Crime Novel competition with Cuddies Strip and in 2019, he won the Darling Axe Novel First Page Prize with another novel, Cloudland. He was born in Crieff, Perthshire and his writing is all based on the Perthshire area, from the 1920s to the 2010s. He has an MA (with distinction) in Creative Writing and a PhD in American Literature, both from the University of Hull. He currently lives in Yorkshire and is working on a follow-up to Cuddies Strip.

Synopsis :

51lPJi64DlL._SX321_BO1,204,203,200_ (1)August 1935. A young couple stroll down Cuddies Strip, a lovers’ lane on the outskirts of their hometown. Neither is aware of the tragedy about to befall them – horrifying crimes that shook the residents of Perth, Scotland, to their very core. The murder of Daniel Kerrigan, 18, and the violent attack on his girlfriend Marjory Fenwick, 17, is a true story that is heartbreakingly retold in this fictionalised account.
Marjory’s ordeal didn’t end that night, however. This novel painstakingly explores her mistreatment by those meant to help her – the police and judicial system. Inspector Conoboy and PC Bob Kelty struggle against the ignorance of their colleagues as they race to catch the culprit before someone else falls victim – and to give Marjory the justice and peace she deserves.

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They sat in a triangle of plush grass at the edge of the Cuddies Strip, looking over fields of wheat that stretched towards the River Earn. In the milky-blue of a late-night full moon, the lights of Perth burned low. Love like a moment in time. Danny Kerrigan turned and kissed Marjory Fenwick inexpertly, his hand tentative on her back. She leaned into him, felt him warm and gentle.
‘Thank you,’ he said.
‘What for?’
‘This. You’re right. This is much better than the pictures.’
‘Better than Shirley Temple anyway.’
‘Shirley Temple’s alright.’
She peered at him pretend-haughtily. ‘I think you’ll find I’m a lot more alright than Shirley Temple, Daniel Kerrigan.’
Danny grinned. ‘Yes ma’am.’
They kissed again, long and slow, each discovering the joy of intimacy. In the distance the clock of Perth Academy struck ten.
‘We’d best get back. Your mum’ll be starting to worry.’
Marjory stood and wiped grass and moisture from the back of her swagger coat and put her hands in her pockets, hooking out an arm to allow Danny to slip his inside. They walked down the Cuddies Strip towards Perth. Trees hung low around them, beeches and silver birches rustling in the wind as darkness settled over Strathearn. Swifts, hundreds of them, circled in the moonlight. The Strip narrowed and dipped and turned, then opened out again, and they walked arm in arm, laughing, into the gathering gloom.
The stand of whins was so innocuous they didn’t even notice it but as they did their lives changed forever. From behind them the evening quiet was shattered by an explosion and Marjory felt a surge of air whistle past her right ear.

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Today I’m on the ‘C’est La Vie: Such is life…’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

BQ9B2623 (1) (1)After 35+ years in operations for various businesses (including her own), Melody pursued her dream of writing a novel. Having written for business publications, local magazines and even publishing a poem, Chemo’s not for Sissies, during treatment after her first cancer diagnosis, it was time to finish the novel that was started many years ago. When she started writing, “Facade: Things Aren’t Always as They Appear,” she had no idea where her characters were going to take her. “The story basically wrote itself. It was like a movie projector playing in my mind,” is how she describes her experience. It soon became apparent, their voices were not to be silenced… “The Unbroken Series” was born. “Deja Vu: Here We Go Again,” Book II, to be released June 23, 2020, followed by C’est la Vie, Book III, in December.
Melody lives with her husband in her native home state Florida. She’s blessed to be alive today after two cancer diagnoses and enjoys watching her grandchildren grow up; something she doesn’t take for granted.

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C'est La Vie_Melody Saleh FINAL Ebook coverSex in South Florida meets Fifty Shades of betrayal
They’re more than friends … they’re sisters.
Amber and her best friends have been there for each other through thick and thin, but now the women face their biggest challenges yet . . . and the stakes have never been higher.
Reeling from a devastating chain of events, Amber’s life will never be the same. But when Amber’s estranged and vindictive identical twin sister shows up at the eleventh hour offering salvation, Amber knows it’s too good to be true. Meanwhile, Amber’s friends are battling their own demons.
Brian is everything Debra always hoped for, but is she ready to open up her heart again? Or, will the persistent Italian heartthrob, the other piece of her previous love triangle, terrorize her into submission?
Zya’s newfound happiness is threatened by her ex, who’ll stop at nothing to win custody of their daughter. What lengths must she go to, to keep her family together?
Finally controlling her self-esteem and health issues, Dominque is determined to have a baby … even if it kills her. Will the love of her life, the man she never wanted—but always needed, stay by her side as she chooses such a dangerous path?
Meanwhile, someone is watching … taking pictures … waiting to exact revenge on Amber and everyone she loves. Who is it? And can they be stopped before it’s too late?
Fasten your seatbelt for the shocking—and smolderingly sexy—conclusion of the Unbroken Series.

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“Curious, aren’t you? It’s the investigative reporter in you. Well, since you won’t live long enough to talk about it, I’ll tell you.” His back straightens, and he puffs out his chest as he brags. “People never question minor charges of $2.95 or $3.95. If you don’t get greedy and only charge them twice a year, you’ll have a steady income. All you need is a few cards, and it becomes a ripple effect. One hacked card’s charge history leads to many small retail shops with minimal credit card security. I steal the numbers and set up a recurring subscription charge. Cards are never present for those, and most people can’t remember what they subscribe to anyway, so they ignore those small charges. For every card I hack, I get a new charge history which leads to new retail stores, leading me to more cards, and so on. If you take your time and do it right, before you know it, you’re charging thousands of cards every month, all across the country. We’ve just reached my magic number of fifteen thousand charges this month, earning us over fifty thousand dollars.”
Amber can’t help herself—she has so many questions. “Doesn’t your merchant ask questions when you transfer the money?”
“Come on. You must know I’m smarter than that. It gets processed through several businesses we own whose losses”—he winks at her—“are discreetly sent overseas. I’d really love to go into even more details, but time’s a wastin’.”
He walks over to Christoph, who’s barely moving, and kicks him.
Christoph grunts so softly, you can barely make out any sound at all.
“This one here was an unexpected bonus. Had you not run into him—literally, while in Paris, he wouldn’t be here right now. I thought he was completely out of your life. He came running when you sent him a text saying you needed him right away. And here he is.”
Bill takes a gun out from the back of his waistband and slowly screws on a silencer, looking up at Amber.
Tears pool as Amber shakes her head violently. “Please don’t kill him. He didn’t do anything, kill me—not him. He’s innocent; he did nothing.”
“Oh, not to worry, I plan on killing you. We were innocent too. You need to take responsibility for your actions. What is it they say? Oh yeah—payback’s a bitch.” He turns around and, without pausing, aims the gun at Christoph’s chest and shoots, causing his body to jump on impact.
Janice and Amber’s bodies jump as well.
“Enough talk. I need papers, so I get Debra. You kill Brian, yes?” Roberto asks Bill.
“No!” Amber screams. “Leave Debra alone. She doesn’t love you. Leave her alone!”
Roberto turns and takes two steps toward Amber when Bill grabs his arm. “Don’t you dare lay another hand on her, or it’s you I’ll be killing.”

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#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : In the Canyons of Shadow and Light #InTheCanyonsOfShadowAndLight – Emily Donoho

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Today I’m on the ‘In the Canyons of Shadow and Light’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

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 as rare as wolves in Scotland and working as a freelance horse trainer, she went back to uni for an MSc in journalism at Strathclyde University.
When not writing, she can be found riding her horse, paddling a kayak on lochs and rivers, or somewhere on a mountain.

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book cover (1)Alex Boswell is a veteran NYPD homicide detective, introspective, world-weary and cynical. He’s been on the job too long, but it’s the center of his life, and the last thing he wants to do is quit. But strange things are happening that make him question his sanity. They play out against a tangle of cases: the death of an autistic boy in a care home, a deadly armed robbery in Harlem, and an assistant district attorney found dead in his Upper West Side apartment. Alex feels like he’s losing his grip on reality in a police department culture prizing toughness, where a breakdown could end his career. Can he do his job while hiding his deteriorating mental condition from his colleagues and from himself, or will it overtake him in the end?
This is a sweeping story about death investigation, memory, mental illness, and accepting vulnerability, even when you’re a hardboiled New York police detective.

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Trying to be inconspicuous, Alex had signed out the white 1998 Suzuki Esteem the squad kept around for surveillance, instead of a Crown Vic or Taurus. Nothing screamed ‘cop’ in Washington Heights like a white guy in a Ford Sedan. Some years ago, James Hurley had christened the Suzuki “Mollie,” after an ex-girlfriend, whose one redeeming characteristic, James explained, was that she had a big ass. The name stuck. The car looked like a heap: dents in the bumper, the upholstery inside marred with holes and coffee stains, the sun visors attached with duct tape, about five lights illuminated on the dash, and a can of WD-40 in the door pockets because the door latches jammed. The interior reeked, a combination of BO, fried food, and cigarette smoke. No amount of car shampoo nor air freshener would get rid of it.
Even driving Mollie and dressed in faded jeans and a tatty, threadbare fleece, Alex didn’t blend into the neighborhood as well as his black and Latino colleagues, but he did his best to maintain a low profile. He parked about four addresses down the street from Analisa’s apartment, far enough away for her to not notice the car, but close enough for him to see whether or not she left the building, or anyone entered it. Then it was a matter of waiting and boredom. Most tails were. He nursed a large Styrofoam cup of coffee and ate a chocolate croissant for breakfast, hearing Ray rebuking him. “You know you’d feel a lot better if you didn’t eat such shit all the time.” Yeah, he probably would. But Ray wasn’t here. His only company was the police radio, which he’d tuned to the Three-Three’s channel, but he kept it on a low volume. To pass the time and look busy to any passerby who glanced in the car, he fumbled through the New York Times crossword while keeping one eye on the front door of Analisa’s apartment.
Washington Heights bustled around him: men in suits and women in heels with professionally arranged dreadlocks hustled to work; mothers stood on the stoops with a baby on their hips and a toddler in tow; teenage gangsters in clothes three sizes too big slouched off to school or maybe not; the homeless and the dope fiends, their eyes haunted and faces hollow, wafted hungrily through the crowds. They melted together like snowflakes in a blizzard, minding their own business in the way only New Yorkers knew how in the swirling, fast-paced melee of street life.
Alex’s mind roamed as he surveilled the apartment and the people circulating past his car, his thoughts inhabiting a Washington Heights that was recurrent, changing, self-referential, his old maps overlaying current ones. Paths through open-air drug markets on the corners, through dog-leg alleyways and boarded up, derelict apartments; nights sweating in a hot car or a police van on a stakeout at 155th Street or 167th Street or Malcolm X, playing rummy with James and Bill Ryan or Marty Vasquez or Sam Rizzo or Matt Cohen, keeping hold of a jittery CI, who will tell you when your suspect walks in or out of the bar you’re watching, while trumpets and saxes duel in a nearby club and drug touts shout out the names of their products, a soundtrack to the eternal night of waiting.
Or charging into a smoky apartment or townhouse, your gun drawn, on the heels of Emergency Services. You wonder if the dealers inside the crackhouse are better armed than you. You hope not, and you rush past the surreal disjunctions – the Santeria shrines, the paintings of saints, the candles, the offerings to God, to superstition, worshipped by desperate, semi-conscious addicts, and by the dealers placing little value on life, and you disparagingly say to yourself that if there is a God, he can’t possibly give a shit.
Or a call to a DOA in a narrow building with rusty fire escape stairs clinging to it like a peripatetic centipede, hidden in the shadows on an alleyway that you hadn’t noticed until then, and neither has anyone else, because the DOA has been there for some time, and the smell sends you staggering.
You think you know your way around, but you get lost in a city constantly evolving through your synapses, over bridges, through subway tunnels, along one-way streets, and you are not the person you were years ago, and the streets are no longer the same streets, although you keep re-treading old pathways worn into your memory.
His heart pounded so violently he found it difficult to breathe. The very organ that kept him alive, hurting him. The pale lights blasted through his vision. In a final attempt to stop it, he reached for his throat with his hand, but something choked him, his windpipe and esophagus closing, his tongue swollen and dry, tasting bitter and alkaline when he touched it to the roof of his mouth. He went blind and had no idea where he was.
He was a passenger in a car, somewhere on the Upper West Side. An ear-shattering screech ripped the night asunder. Another grinding shriek answered it; metal slamming into metal at forty miles per hour. Alex flew into the dash, and the seat belt jammed into his shoulder and gut, saving him from smashing his face. Then the spinning car threw him against the door with a thudding blow to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him, yet no pain.
As unexpectedly as the violence started, it stopped. The only sound he heard was the rain beating against the roof of the car.
Drunk and dazed, he touched his face and he felt something warm and gooey. He smelled coppery blood and tasted it in the back of his throat. He looked at his hand, shocked; it was covered in blood. It felt dead, like it wasn’t his hand. Frightened, he touched his face again. Blood gushed out of his nostrils, soaking into his shirt and tie. He’d scraped up his face. Wherever he pressed, his hand picked up new red smudges. Mopping up blood with his sleeve, he staggered out of the car into the pouring rain and limped around its front end.
The bumper had detached from the car, the headlights mashed to jagged pieces, the grill mangled and twisted, the hood misshapen, half-revealing the car’s innards in a gaping wound. He felt his way along the Toyota’s crumpled flank to the driver’s side and peered through the shattered windshield. Zoë’s head flopped to the side, and blood was pooling in the seat around her. More blood than anyone can afford to lose. She was dead. DOA. Oh, God. Alex had seen so many dead bodies that even shell-shocked and wounded, he knew it then and there.
For some time, he stood frozen to the spot, mindboggled. Zoë was dead. Why wasn’t he dead? The car was totaled, the whole left side squashed, the windshield smashed, glass everywhere, crunching under his feet. The Ford Explorer that hit them had wrapped itself around a lamppost on the curb. And the Toyota had spun three hundred-sixty degrees after the Explorer had t-boned it.

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#BookBlitz #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #PromoPost : Unparalleled – Jenna Hebert @jhebertbooks

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Today I’m on the ‘Unparalleled’ book blitz, organised by Love Books Tours.
To promote this book I have a some ‘basic’ information for you.

About the Author :

34f5a1cb198e457e3c56d1999edcb7f4b6b62f78I grew up in St. Charles, MO, the ultimate suburbia. No really, it’s nothing exciting. I remember coming up with crazy, unexplainable stories in my head as a child. When I was in first grade, they claimed I was dyslexic, I had trouble reading. Then it was ADD because I had trouble paying attention. Honestly, I was always living in a different reality. When I was 12 years old I started picking up fantasy books and the rest is history!

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Unparallelled Book Cover FRONT (1)Seventeen-year-old Natalya Wells has one mission-to kill the monsters over the graffiti wall and rescue her best friend, Eve, who is held captive by Ascendants, the rulers of the fourth dimension. A dying land where children become victims of starvation and violence. When the Remnants, evil red-eyed demons, invade the fourth dimension, Natalya is transported to the next world.
The fifth dimension is a place where grass shrivels, dies, and regrows all in a matter of seconds. The heat of the sun cannot be felt because the sky is encamped by a mural of glass. Natalya meets Jance, who belongs to a superhuman race called Raidens, warriors who heal with invincible scars. Jance holds a deadly secret about what the scars on his body truly mean, and why his own father is determined to kill him.
Eve returns to the fifth dimension and meets Jance’s best friend, Ronan, a boy with no memory of the world he came from before. The three of them bind together to help Natalya become a Raiden. As Natalya endures this grueling transition, she discovers the secrets her friends are hiding, along with the unjust laws and dangerous manipulations that are poisoning this world. After a raging war divides the Raidens against one another, Natalya and her friends must reveal the darkness within themselves and embrace their unique gifts. Natalya’s power may not only shatter the glass world but someone she loves.

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