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Deadly Broadcast by Kate Parker – Book Tour and Giveaway

16 Wednesday Mar 2022

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Deadly Broadcast: A World War II Mystery
(Deadly Series)
by Kate Parker

About Deadly Broadcast

Deadly Broadcast: A World War II Mystery (Deadly Series)
Historical Cozy Mystery
8th in Series
Setting – London, from just after Christmas, 1939 until mid-January, 1940
JDP Press (March 8, 2022)
Number of Pages ~320
ASIN ‏ : ‎ B09PWNXQW7

The phony war has dragged out past Christmas into a dark and dreary New Year, 1940.

In the blackout, someone murdered BBC engineer Frank Kennedy, making him more popular dead than alive. A blackmailer and bully, he sold out his friends, assaulted his Broadcasting House colleagues, and sabotaged his employer.

Kennedy was also a government informant against the IRA. Despite arrests of members, the IRA is still planning more attacks against British civilians. Attacks Frank Kennedy might have been involved in.

Britain’s counterintelligence spymaster orders newspaper reporter Olivia Redmond to find Kennedy’s killer and learn which of the many motives led to his murder. Olivia quickly learns how vicious Frank Kennedy was and halfway hopes his killer escapes hanging.

Until his killer strikes again…

A clean read. No blatant sex, violence, or bad language.

About Kate Parker

Since she was unable to build a time machine in her backyard, Kate Parker immerses herself in research and then creates the world that lives inside each book that she writes. Her favorite place is London and her time travel destination is anywhere from the late Victorian era through World War II. Since she lives in the Carolinas with her daughter and a 95-pound puppy, the practical side of her is thankful for air conditioning and all the modern comforts of life. Comforts she will take with her if she ever figures out how to build her time machine.

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Lady Catherine’s Secret by Sheridan Jeane – Book Tour

08 Monday Dec 2014

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Lady Catherine's Secret CoverLady Catherine’s Secret
Secrets and Seduction, #2

By: Sheridan Jeane
Publication Date: December 1, 2014
Genres: Historical Romance
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Synopsis: London, 1853. Despite Lady Catherine’s love of fencing, she needs to stop pretending to be a boy and fraternizing with men…but not until after the fencing tournament! Her mother plans to marry her off by the end of the season, so this will be her last chance to enjoy her freedom. When she impulsively puts her reputation at risk to save the life of a dashing competitor, all seems lost when he sees through her disguise, but he vows never to reveal her secret. Thank goodness for gentlemanly honor!

Daniel, Marquess of Huntley, wants to overcome the rumors of his father’s madness so that he can be embraced by London society. His plan is to marry the most proper woman who will have him, and then raise stable, respectable children. He certainly isn’t interested in some hoyden with a penchant for masquerading as a boy and flaunting society’s rules. In fact, he’d prefer to keep his distance.

When an obsessed suitor discovers Catherine’s secret and threatens blackmail, the only path out of social ruin is marriage. But what kind of protection does matrimony provide when a vengeful suitor is plotting the ultimate revenge?

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Sheridan JeaneABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sheridan Jeane writes exciting and emotion-packed historical romances set in the Victorian Era that confront issues of trust and conformity.

With the advent of the industrial age, life was changing. Many people tried to hold on to the old ways of life while others embraced the new opportunities open to them.

Join Sheridan as she explores the clash between the old and the new.

Sheridan has always loved books, history, and stories about amazing people who blaze new trails.

Despite naming their daughter Sheridan because they thought it might someday look great on the cover of a book, Sheridan’s parents urged her in a more practical direction for college. Sheridan earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Computer Science with a minor in English.

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EXCERPT – Lady Catherine’s Secret

“You’re walking like a girl.”

In the glow of the gas lanterns outside the fencing academy, Lady Catherine Williams whipped around and scowled at her older brother. She felt the hood of her cloak fall back, but it didn’t matter, since the snug white head covering she wore hid her hair.

“Slouch your shoulders.” Charles’s critical gaze swept over her. “And lengthen your stride.”

She shot him a challenging look and then spit expertly into a pile of icy slush at the edge of the slick cobblestone road.

He closed his eyes and shook his head in mock despair. “Mother would be so proud.”

Catherine chuckled. “Spitting would be the least of my problems if Mother could see me now.”

She hurried up the stone stairs of Bernini’s Academy into its welcoming light with her brother trailing a step behind her. As she stepped through the doorway, contentment enveloped her. She was finally returning to her true home. She grinned at Charles with the sheer joy of the moment.

He shot her a quelling glare.

Mr. Winston, a secretary for the academy, sprang to his feet from behind a tall, gleaming front desk.

“Lord Spencer, how good to see you,” he said in the unctuous tones Catherine always found grating. “And young Master Gray,” he said, turning his gaze toward Catherine, “how wonderful to have you both back in London. If I may say, it’s been much too long since we’ve seen you.”

Catherine always found the small, balding man too effusive for her taste but had to grant that he was good at his job and kept the place running smoothly. She gave him a curt nod.

Winston peered at them through his round, wire-framed spectacles. “I’ll let Maestro Bernini know you’re here. He’ll be quite pleased.” He gave a small bow and departed through the office doorway with mincing footsteps.

“I hate this next part,” Catherine murmured.

“You can always go home,” Charles said. But he didn’t pause as he headed toward the dressing area. He knew her too well to think she’d actually leave.

Catherine followed closely on Charles’s heels and crossed the threshold into the dressing area. Her stomach knotted upon entering this purely male domain. The polished, wood-paneled walls and tall personal storage boxes gleamed from regular applications of lemon oil. The aroma lingered in the air, not quite masking the musky, male scent of perspiration.

She always avoided venturing very far into this particular area and kept her eyes cast down, focusing on the floorboards. This was the only part of her visit she disliked. Long ago, she’d laid claim to a storage box near the entrance, so she didn’t need to go far to gather her fencing gear. With Charles by her side to shield her, she slipped in, snatched up her foil and other items, and then darted back out the door.

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Meet Author Grace Elliot

24 Monday Feb 2014

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TRD_667x1000Today I’m welcoming Grace Elliot, author of The Ringmaster’s Daughter. Thank you for stopping by, Grace!

All about Grace. . .

Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. Grace lives near London and is housekeeping staff to five cats, two teenage sons, one husband and a bearded dragon.

Grace believes that everyone needs romance in their lives as an antidote to the modern world. The Ringmaster’s Daughter is Grace’s fifth novel, and the first in a new series of Georgian romances.

1. How did your life as a writer begin?

I’ve always had a creative streak and stories written for school homework tended to take on a life of their own – sometimes filling entire exercise books! However, I was desperate to become a vet and channeled my academic energy into the sciences and for over twenty years forgot about writing. Two decades later, at a school reunion, friends who I hadn’t seen since leaving, wanted to know if I’d gone on to become an author. At first I was puzzled, until someone reminded me of my stories being read to a hushed class. It was a ‘eureka’ moment as I realised there was nothing to stop me writing again. I went home and started that same evening. The rest – as the saying goes, is history.

2. What makes you feel inspired to write? Author photo

The short answer is escapism and history – but let me elaborate.

My day job is as a veterinarian. I adore animals and this is my vocation – however, I’m also a sensitive person which means that the raw human emotion I encounter on a daily basis can be extremely upsetting. When a pet is ill, owners show their distress in different ways from tears to shouting – and it’s my job to reach them at a time of crisis and discuss what’s best for their animal. Sometimes it’s difficult to switch off at the end of the day, and that’s where writing comes in.

For me writing is an escape akin to meditation. I close my eyes to visualize the setting and let the characters create a scene in my head, which I transcribe onto the page. Transporting myself to a different time and place, exercises my creativity and helps me unwind, which in turn refreshes me for the next day.

I’m fascinated by history and love researching how people lived in the past. Perhaps it’s the distance that time gives, but for me writing historical romance feels right and the words flow in a way that just doesn’t happen when I write contemporary pieces.

3. How did you come with the idea for your current story? 

The Ringmaster’s Daughter is a Georgian romance set in Foxhall Gardens. This setting was inspired by the real pleasure garden at Vauxhall, which was hugely popular in the 18th century. I wanted to explore a romance between two people who weren’t lords or ladies, but from a more ordinary background. It struck me that Vauxhall (or the fictional version of Foxhall) would provide the perfect backdrop for a series of books with the setting as a common thread instead of a family.

One of the things I love about history is how threads interweave. It was whilst visiting the Foundling Museum in London (to research orphans for another book) that I came across an exhibition about the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens and became enthused. Pleasure gardens were a mix of amusement park, theatre, restaurant and ballroom, and everyone from the common man to royalty visited. Famous composers of the day, such as Handel, composed music to be played there, and artists such as William Hogarth had strong links to the gardens. There were entertainers from acrobats to magicians, from singers to animal performers – and people came to see the lights and stroll along tree lined avenues in an ‘earthly Elysium’ or heaven on earth.

As a writer, the opportunity to write a romance involving the lives of people who lived and worked at the fictional Foxhall, was too tempting to resist – and so the first story involving the daughter of the ringmaster, and Foxhall’s new manager, was born.

4. Tell us about your writing process. Do you outline, or are you more of a seat of your pants type of a writer?

The characters come first and show me the way.

It is the character who gives me that first inspiration – in the case of The Ringmaster’s Daughter I was intrigued by the notion of a woman raised in a male environment, prepared to challenge the social norm. The idea of a woman working with horses had been at the back of my mind for a while and indeed, I have written a Christmas short story about a groom and the night his daughter was born in a barn – and so you could say Henrietta Hart grew up in the intervening years, ready to step into her father’s shoes.

Once the main characters are established I’m terribly evil and ask: What’s the worst thing that could happen to them? And guess what – that thing happens. Bwahaha!

I plan the storyline in detail, but equally, I don’t expect to stick to it. Whilst writing the first draft the characters often head off in unexpected directions and I indulge them. Having a start and end point for the story in mind, I’m happy to let the hero and heroine dictate how they get there.

5. What is your most interesting writing quirk?

Does a cat count as a quirk? I am housekeeping staff for five cats, but Widget is my writer’s cat. She sits beside me and taps with her paw if the typing slows down (I think she wants attention rather than me to speed up.) Either way, she helps me concentrate because it’s so very comforting to have her next to me.

6. What is your usual writing routine?

Like many writers, I have to fit my craft in around the day job. I don’t have a set writing routine but I am good at disciplining myself to write in spare moments. I tend to write blog posts and do admin during lunch breaks, and settle to creative writing in the evening. That said the internet is both my best friend and worst enemy because the temptation to check emails and hop onto twitter or facebook, is a huge time sink. To avoid wasted time, I set myself at the start of each session I set a goal and once that’s achieved reward myself with the internet.

7. How do you spend your free time? Do you have a favorite place to go and unwind? 

In my spare time I love to explore London. This first started in the name of research – I wanted to get a feel for the places in my books, but it has now become a hobby in its own rite.  I like to compare London ‘then and now’ – so if I read about, for example a Georgian gentlemen’s club, I visit the address to see how it looks today. Without exception I discover something quirky or interesting along the way, in this case an old print shop on St James’s Street, and this sends me off in a whole new direction.

As to places to unwind  – my personal heaven-on-earth is the Isle of Wight. My family first visited the island after pressure from my son who was into dinosaurs. That holiday in a caravan near Bembridge changed my life, because I fell in love with the place – and we visit at least twice a year to recharge our batteries. (The Isle of Wight was also the inspiration behind ‘Hope’s Betrayal’.)

8. Tell us three fun facts about yourself.

I’m six foot tall.

At school, I was the only non-swimmer to win a prize for swimming.

I can hold my breath (without passing out!) for over four minutes.

9. What do you have in store next for your readers?

My latest release, The Ringmaster’s Daughter is #1 in the Foxhall series.

#2 The Cook’s Apprentice is coming along apace and should be released in the summer. As I write the heroine, Livy Worth, stands accused of poisoning a duke and carted off to Newgate gaol…things look bleak especially as the duke making the accusation has an ulterior motive for wanting Livy to hang…

TRD_667x1000The Ringmaster’s Daughter

1770’s London

The ringmaster’s daughter, Henrietta Hart, was born and raised around the stables of Foxhall  Gardens. Now her father is gravely ill, and their livelihood in danger. The Harts’ only hope is to convince Foxhall’s new manager, Mr Wolfson, to let Hetty wield the ringmaster’s whip. Hetty finds herself drawn to the arrogant Wolfson but, despite their mutual attraction, he gives her an ultimatum: entertain as never before – or leave Foxhall.

When the winsome Hetty defies society and performs in breeches, Wolfson’s stony heart is in danger. Loath as he is to admit it, Hetty has a way with horses…and men. Her audacity and determination awaken emotions long since suppressed.

But Hetty’s success in the ring threatens her future when she attracts the eye of the lascivious Lord Fordyce. The duke is determined, by fair means or foul, to possess Hetty as his mistress – and, as Wolfson’s feelings for Henrietta grow, disaster looms.

Excerpt

So far that morning, Tobias Wolfson, the new manager of Foxhall Pleasure Gardens, had watched an overweight acrobat, an arthritic contortionist and a ballad singer who was so out of tune that she made his teeth ache. Small wonder the gardens were losing money, he reflected, if these were Foxhall’s best entertainments. And given that the next act was late, his mood showed no sign of improving as he stared across the deserted stable yard.

            “Perchance Mr Hart does not value his job?” Wolfson said.

            At his side, a florid man in a periwig, smiled nervously. “He should be here, I told him myself.”

            “Where is he, Mr Uglow? Answer me that!”

            Mr Uglow’s shoulders drooped. “Happen Mr Hart has been detained.”

            “Hart’s Performing Horses,” Wolfson murmured, making a mental note to strike the act from the list of those retained.

            “Perhaps he’s inside.” Uglow’s plump hand gestured towards the large stone barn.

Wolfson studied the two-story building. Evidently the stables and a tack room were on the ground floor, while the upper housed both a hayloft and some cramped accommodation. He nodded toward the loft.

 “Mr Hart and his daughter live up there. Anyone else?”

“No. There was a groom, but he was let go.”

 “A quick look and if Hart’s not there, it’s his loss.”

With a grunt, Wolfson marched toward the tack room but, as he passed through the open door, he felt a disturbance in the air and — before he could shout a warning — a young woman cannoned into the wall of his chest. She hit with such force, he heard the breath knocked from her lungs as she rebounded and tumbled backwards. By sheer reflex, Wolfson grabbed her upper arms to steady her. Instead of seeming grateful for his help, the girl glared back, her dark eyes fizzing angry as a wasp’s nest poked with a stick.

Raising a brow, he studied this whirlwind. She had an oval-shaped face, her complexion glowed with health and hair, the color of ripe chestnuts, fell in a thick plait down to her bottom. She was dressed in working clothes, an apron covering a plain woolen skirt, a chemise and a shawl. She was, he realized, a young woman rather than a girl – with a curvaceous figure to match. His interest peeked.

 “Sir, release me!” She jerked a shoulder.

With a start, Wolfson found he still gripped her surprisingly muscular upper arms. “Apologies, madam.” He let go and couldn’t help inspecting his hands, puzzled by the tingle of static on his palms. Bemused, he looked up to find her staring back, her mouth softly parted in question. Feeling an unwanted tug of attraction, Wolfson scowled.

Composing herself, the woman stood hands on hips, her brow furrowed in challenge. “What are you doing in my yard?”

Bold as a lioness, she held her head high, and something jumped inside Wolfson as he returned her stare. Even standing still, she exuded energy — and the faint smell of lavender and horses. Perhaps it was the vivacity behind those dark eyes — so dark as to be almost black — or that determined expression, but her spirit excited Wolfson and his brow rose further.

 “Your yard?” he said, faintly amused.

            Mr Uglow coughed politely. “Ah, this is Mr Hart’s daughter, Henrietta — she may know what has detained her father.”

For the first time, the young woman faltered. “You want Pa?”

            “Indeed, I would be most grateful,” Wolfson continued, “unless he has more important matters to attend to than keeping his place.”

            Miss Hart eyed him suspiciously. “And you are?”

            With an ironic smile, Wolfson tipped his tricorn hat. “Mr Wolfson, new manager of the Foxhall Pleasure Gardens.”

Miss Hart hesitated, her gaze flicked to the stout man by his side. “The gossip is true — Mr Uglow isn’t running things anymore?”

            Wolfson proceeded smoothly, “Mr Uglow continues as a valuable asset to the gardens, but I am here to ease his workload and provide fresh insight during the renovations.”

            “Mr Wolfson and I will be working together.” Uglow’s tight lips suggested he disliked the arrangement.

            “Oh, I see,” Her dark eyes widened and deepened to black. “And you wanted Pa because…?”

            “To decide the act’s future.”

            “Oh.”

Was his imagination or had Miss Hart just trembled? Beside him, Mr Uglow shuffled his feet. With effort, Wolfson marshalled his thoughts back to the task in hand.

            “Miss Hart, will your father be honoring us with his presence?”

 “Pa’s out. Being fitted for a new costume. Not expected back afore late afternoon.” She held his gaze, but Wolfson’s skin prickled as it did when he was being lied to.

“Is that right?”

Miss Hart licked her lips. “I just said so.”

Wolfson arched a brow at her impertinence but let the disagreement go, for he would get to the bottom of matters in his own time. He folded his arms across his chest, tapping a manicured finger against the opposite sleeve.

“I understand your father has performed at Foxhall for many years.”

“Yes, sir. He started when I was a babe in arms. There was a time when Hart’s Performing Horses were the star attraction,” she added hastily. “Of course the act is still very popular.”

Wolfson inclined his head toward Mr Uglow. “What are the gate receipts like?”

The ruddy-faced man waved his hands in exasperation. “I’m far too busy running the gardens to keep track of every little detail.”

Wolfson hid his irritation behind a genial smile. “But you can find out?”

            “I suppose so. There will be ledgers somewhere.”

            “Have them sent to my office as a matter of priority. And Miss Hart,” He faced those devastating dark eyes – that he decided were a deep hazel, bordering on brown. “Please explain why last night’s performance was cancelled.”

            Her skin, lightly tanned from time spent outdoors, paled slightly. “The lead horse, Stardust, he went lame.”

            There it was again, the skin prickling sensation. For some reason Miss Hart was lying, but he nodded as if sympathetic. “I trust he will be fit for tonight.”

            “Oh yes, sir.” She smiled, but her lip quivered. Clearly something was troubling her.

            “Even so, I would like to speak with Mr Hart urgently.”

            “I can pass on a message.”

            “Very well. Tell your father that tonight I will be in the audience deciding whether or not to re-commission the act. Nothing I have seen or heard to date inspires confidence. I suggest he gives the performance of his life.”

            For the first time, Miss Hart seemed dumb-founded. “Of course, Mr Wolfson, I will tell him.”

            “Good,” he sighed. “Next on my list are the giant tortoise and his handler. Lead on, Mr Uglow, lead on.”

            Aware of Miss Hart’s eyes burning into his back, he left the stable yard with the niggling impression that Miss Hart was as an uncut diamond amongst coals.

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