Marianne’s Memory * Winona Kent

 

Historical Time Travel Romance
Date Published: March 2018
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Marianne’s Memory is the third novel in Winona Kent’s accidental time travel / historical romance series, featuring Charlie Duran and her 19th century companion Shaun Deeley.
A Beatles badge from 1965 accidentally sends Charlie and Shaun back to London at the height of the Swinging Sixties, where they’re mistaken for KGB spies and subjected to a terrifying interrogation.
Rescued by top-ranking MI5 agent Tony Quinn, they soon uncover the details of a child born out of wedlock to Charlie’s mum and the uncomfortable truth about Charlie’s dad’s planned marriage to selfish socialite Arabella Jessop.
Further complicating their journey into the past is Magnus Swales, an 18th century highwayman turned time-travelling assassin, and the timely arrival of William Deeley, Shaun’s father, who’s been persuaded to leap forward from 1790 in order to save Tony from Swales’s deadly mission.

Excerpt
 
CHAPTER 22
Friday August 13, 1965
Stoneford
Charlie couldn’t find Mr. Deeley.
She’d gone back downstairs with Justin and had walked with
him to the drawing room, where the party was now in full-swing.
Arabella, in her blue silk pyjamas, flitted between little gatherings of
people, some standing, some having made themselves at home on
the antique sofa or on similarly-upholstered armchairs.
“Buffet in the dining room!” she announced. “Two chefs,
darlings! All the way from London! And we’ve got a lovely
marquee tent set up outside for dancing…Giles’s band’s come to
play for us!”
Giles himself was lounging in a deep armchair beside the
fireplace, wearing a black velvet suit, with a navy blue shirt and a
purple brocade tie, surrounded by admirers: three impossibly-thin
girls with lavish makeup and long, straight hair who might have
been models; a bearded gentleman in a pink fur coat who was
describing his latest project—an art installation involving a square
block of concrete on top of which he’d placed a bent fork; and a
young man with a pudding-bowl mop of hair who looked
uncannily like Brian Jones from the Rolling Stones.
The air in the drawing room was filled with the smell and haze
of marijuana and hash. In another corner sat a large woman in a
flowing kaftan and sandals, strumming an autoharp which she held
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to her shoulder like a child needing to be freed of wind. She
seemed to be entertaining no one in particular, and yet an audience
was beginning to gather in front of her as they were introduced to
one another.
Arabella was in full hostess mode, dragging Justin into their
midst.
“Darling,” she said, to a distinguished-looking gentleman who
appeared to be someone who did something important at the BBC,
“do meet my lovely Justin…and of course Portia—Lord Wintle’s
daughter—”
Lord Wintle, Charlie recalled, was a British ambassador who
was posted somewhere that was in the thick of a coup. His
daughter had a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other and
was wearing knee boots and a see-through knitted dress that clung
to her lithe body like plastic wrap.
“Charmed,” said Portia, introducing, in turn, her friends Binky
and Pierre—Binky being the daughter of an existential poet serving
a sentence in prison for setting fires, and Pierre the son of an
American actor who’d been blacklisted for being a Communist and
had fled to England, where he’d found work as a talking milk bottle
on a children’s radio program.
And still, no sign of Mr. Deeley. Or Charlie’s mum. Or Tony
and William and Astrid.
Charlie turned away in frustration and negotiated her way
through the pop stars and the adult children from titled families
who were chummy with the Boswell-Thorpes, the glammy
socialites dripping in diamonds, the boutique owners and the
clothing designers and the actors and actresses and a fellow dressed
all in black who was taking candid photographs of everyone
without their permission because they all secretly longed to be
featured in one of his fabulous avant-garde exhibitions.
She found the servants’ stairs behind the breakfast room and
went down into the cellar, thinking she might find them there. But
the cellar seemed to be mostly abandoned, with all of its doors
locked. Even the big 19th century kitchen, which in 1825 had been
bustling with a cook and her assistant and assorted serving staff,
was inaccessible and dark, the Boswell-Thorpes having installed a
much more convenient—and functional—kitchen upstairs, beside
the breakfast room.
Annoyed, and still frustrated, Charlie made her way back to the
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main floor and outside, to see if Mr. Deeley was in the big marquee
tent that had been erected next to the manor’s west wing.
* * *
Shaun had, in fact, located both his father and Tony Quinn. His
father had been lingering in a hallway in the west wing of the
manor, between the dining room with the sitting room. It was not
so much a connecting passage as a room of its own, with a lavish
oriental Axminster carpet of blue, red and gold, and ceiling-to-floor
leaded windows embedded with patterns of stained glass and,
occupying pride of place, several full sets of armour, assembled and
erected as if ready to do battle.
“But this is marvellous,” William said, spying Shaun as he
entered from the dining room. “This is beyond anything I have
ever beheld…if only Lord and Lady Ellington could be here to
share my wonder.”
“I suspect,” Shaun observed, “that if Lord and Lady Ellington
were here, they might be confounded by your mingling with the
master and mistress and their numerous guests.”
“As am I,” William confessed. “I find I am awkward in their
presence. I would feel far more at home below stairs with the
servants.”
“However, there are no servants,” Shaun provided, “other than
Mr. Brindlesworth, the butler, who is on loan from the Boswell-
Thorpes’s house in London.”
“This is by far the most discomforting of my experiences,” said
William, shaking his head. “No staff and no household routine. No
servants to look after the daily needs of the family. A complete
absence of structure. I have met people tonight who, in my time,
would be considered beneath contempt. And yet they are treated
with reverence by ladies and gentlemen of good breeding, with
titles, education and property.”
“These are all things which I have, myself, also observed,”
Shaun replied. “And my reactions, at first, were very much the
same as yours. But I have grown accustomed to the discrepancies.
It is refreshing once again to be reminded of the time I originally
came from—and for this, I owe you many thanks.”
“You are most welcome,” William said, surprised.
“Do you know where Mr. Quinn is?”
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“I do, in fact. Would you like me to take you to him?”
* * *
Tony Quinn was outside.
William led Shaun up the grand staircase to the manor’s second
floor, and then back into the building’s west wing. Here, there was
a narrow hallway which Shaun vaguely recalled, led to several of
the manor’s grand bedrooms. He could see one of these through
its open door, its walls and ceiling painted white, its fireplace
surrounded by exquisite white stone.
Halfway along the narrow hallway was another door, which,
upon investigation, opened onto a little set of stone steps leading
up to the roof.
Tony was sitting near its furthest edge, well concealed, with a
view overlooking the top of the marquee tent and the roofless,
brick-walled enclosure Shaun recognized as the kitchen garden,
where Monsieur Duran the Lesser had often taken great delight in
shooting at hedgehogs.
Tony put his finger to his lips as William and Shaun
approached, cautioning them into silence and, furthermore, into
lowered visibility.
Shaun crouched down—as did William—and, after ensuring
that he was nowhere near any point that might precipitate his
falling, peered carefully over the edge.
“Surveillance,” Tony provided, in a whisper. “I’m pleased
you’ve arrived safely. Now do me a favour and go away.”
* * *
Shaun had done as he was told.
He had gone back downstairs—in the company of William—

 

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The world suffered a drastic change when the power went out on the heels of a viral outbreak twelve years ago. The population was decimated and lives changed in the blink of an eye. Tamar went from a bounty hunter in training to a woman who uses her skill to survive. When she hears of a bounty that may finally give her and her team security, she knows there’s no way she’s letting this bounty slip through her fingers—not even when another team gets in her way.

Kage and his brothers have their eye on one thing—revenge for their brother, tortured and murdered. When the man responsible offers up a bounty, Kage knows this is their chance, even if he’s forced to work with another team. Falling for a woman like Tamar wasn’t in his plans, but there’s no turning away from her now.

Tamar and Kage must fight together for a future. The choice of being selfish or the ability to see the bigger picture for the sake of the world and its existence might blur lines of friendship and trust. Will they be able to make the right choice, for the world and each other? Or will revenge take a turn for the worse?

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Blind Justice * Blog Tour

Blind Justice
by Nathan Burrows
Genre: Legal Thriller
Gareth Dawson is an innocent man. Not a murderer. His main problem is that
the British justice system doesn’t agree with him.
He might be a reformed thief guilty of many things in his past, but not
murder. In the space of a few short months, he’s gone from being
married to the woman of his dreams to facing a life sentence.
Inside Her Majesty’s Prison Whitemoor, a Category A prison in
Cambridgeshire, Gareth’s got all the time in the world to go over
the events that led to the guilty verdict. The guilty verdict which
cost him everything in the world that he loved.
His dignity. His freedom. His wife.
Gareth is approached by a lawyer, Paul Dewar, who claims to have information
that will vindicate Gareth. But is it enough to set him free? As
threats against Gareth increase on the inside, Paul Dewar’s
challenge, and Gareth’s fight for freedom, begins.
Nathan Burrows is a writer based in Norfolk in the United Kingdom. His debut
novel, Blind Justice, was published in March 2018.
Nathan’s a keen reader as well as a writer. He occasionally runs marathons,
has a Norwich City football club season ticket, and is the proud
part-owner of a Daschund puppy called Bertie.
His current work in progress is tentatively called ‘Meat’, and is a
dark post-Brexit comedy. It’s currently scheduled to be released in
the autumn.
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Murder She Knit * Book Tour

Murder, She Knit
A Knit & Nibble Mystery Book 1
by Peggy Ehrhart
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Since her only daughter left for college, widow Pamela Paterson has kept
busy as associate editor of a craft magazine and founder of the Knit
and Nibble knitting club in quaint Arborville, New Jersey. Now, she’s
trying out a new hobby—solving murders!
Pamela is hosting the next Knit and Nibble meeting and can’t wait to liven
up her otherwise empty home with colorful yarn, baking, and a little
harmless gossip. She even recruits Amy Morgan, an old friend who
recently moved to town, as the group’s newest member. But on the
night of the gathering, Amy doesn’t show. Not until Pamela finds
the woman dead outside—a knitting needle stabbed through the front
of her handmade sweater . . .
Someone committed murder before taking off with Amy’s knitting bag, and
Pamela realizes that only she can spot the deadly details hidden in
mysterious skeins. But when another murder occurs, naming the
culprit—and living to spin the tale—will be more difficult than
Pamela ever imagined . . .
Knitting tips and delicious recipe included!
“What if selling the yarn by mistake was just a cover story?” “A cover story for what?” Bettina asked,
surprised enough to take her eyes off the road for a second and glance at Pamela. “What if the yarn has
something to do with Amy’s murder? She was supposed to deliver it somewhere and the killer intercepted
her.” Bettina glanced at Pamela again, a disbelieving smile twisting her lips. “The murderer thought she’d
be carrying it around with her?” Pamela shrugged. “The police never found the knitting bag.” “But you
have the yarn now.” “Maybe the murderer’s next stop, after discovering the yarn wasn’t in the knitting
bag, was Amy’s apartment. But Dorrie had already cleaned everything out.” “I hope he doesn’t find out
what Dorrie did with the yarn,” Bettina said, still smiling. “Or you’re next . . .”
Peggy Ehrhart is a former English professor who lives in Leonia, New
Jersey, where she writes mysteries and plays blues guitar. She holds
a Ph.D. in medieval literature from the University of Illinois and
taught writing and literature at Queens College, CUNY, and Fairleigh
Dickinson University, where she was a tenured full professor. Her
short stories have appeared in Futures Mystery Anthology
Magazine, Crime and Suspense, Flashing in the Gutters, Spinetingler,
Crime Scene: New Jersey 2, and Murder New York Style. A longtime
member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime, Peggy
served on the board of MWA New York as head of the Mentor Committee.
She was president of Sisters in Crime NY/TriState from 2013 to 2015.
Peggy regularly attends mystery writing conferences and participates
in conference panels and also gives talks on mystery fiction at
libraries in New York, Connecticut, and New Jersey.
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The Cop and the girl from the Coffee Shop

It’s Saturday & Welcome . Today in honor of National Coffee Cake Day – a free Coffee book. Enjoy Lisa

 

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For Jade, there is one customer who makes going to work at the coffee shop worthwhile, Officer Alex Kane. With just a look, Constable Kane turns her body into an inferno of desire, but being too shy to make the first move she endures countless nights longing for his hard body and tender touch. Luckily, fate has plans for the sexy cop and the cute, shy girl from the coffee shop.

Length: Approx 15,000 words

***Warning: this book contains explicit sex and language that some may find offensive. Meant for adults aged 18+***

Excerpt:

She gripped his bicep with one hand, while the other hooked itself behind his head and she directed his lips to hers. “Kiss me Alex,” she half-whispered, half-gasped.

A low sexy growl came from his throat as his lips ghosted hers. He kept his lips suspended against hers, a mere sliver of air separating them. Their breaths mixed as one as both she and Alex fought to control the urges that were threatening to overtake them.

Jade nipped at his lower lip, lightly capturing it between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth. He growled once more, another low feral sound, seconds before his lips came crashing down to hers, claiming them with his urgent need. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue entry into her mouth.

She moaned a second time, against his mouth as his tongue found hers sending another, almost violent yearning for him through her. As their tongues duelled, her body began to move on its own, rocking against him, her ass rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock, which was desperately straining against his jeans.

“Oh-my-God, I want you,” she moaned, as he twirled her around in his arms so she was facing him. Her body shivered against him. It felt as though she were no longer in control of her own actions but a prisoner of the intense and sinfully wonderful sensations he was provoking within her.

Pressing her back against the railing, Alex threaded his hand into her hair and brought her mouth up to meet his. His groin rubbed roughly against her, causing her to moan once more against his mouth, but this time she didn’t even attempt to stifle it. His hands hadn’t gone anywhere near her breasts or pussy yet and she was already desperately close to coming in her jeans, just from her need and the anticipation of being with him.

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