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Sunday, October 12, 2014



Publication Date: September 2, 2014
Formats: eBook, Paperback
Pages: 400

Series: Rav Hisda's Daughter
Genre: Historical Fiction/Historical Fantasy

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Fantastic tales of demons and the Evil Eye, magical incantations, and powerful attractions abound in Enchantress, a novel that weaves together Talmudic lore, ancient Jewish magic, and a timeless love story set in fourth-century Babylonia.

One of the most powerful practitioners of these mysterious arts is Rav Hisda’s daughter, whose innate awareness allows her to possess the skills men lack. With her husband, Rava--whose arcane knowledge of the secret Torah enables him to create a "man” out of earth and to resurrect another rabbi from death--the two brave an evil sorceress, Ashmedai the Demon King, and even the Angel of Death in their quest to safeguard their people, even while putting their romance at risk.

The author of the acclaimed Rashi’s Daughters series and the award-winning Rav Hisda’s Daughter: Apprentice has conjured literary magic in the land where "abracadabra” originated. Based on five years of research and populated with characters from the Talmud, Enchantress brings a pivotal era of Jewish and Christian history to life from the perspective of a courageous and passionate woman.

Praise for Apprentice (Rav Hisda's Daughter: Book I)

“A lushly detailed look into a fascinatingly unknown time and culture—a tale of Talmud, sorcery, and a most engaging heroine!” —Diana Gabaldon, author of the bestselling Outlander series

Anton, the author of the acclaimed “Rashi’s Daughters” trilogy, has penned her best book to date. Using her extensive knowledge of the Talmud and other historical Jewish writings, she immersed herself in the tractates to uncover a marvelous heroine for this historical novel… Complex discussions of Jewish law and tradition as well as detailed description of the culture and customs of the times enhance truly wonderful storytelling. VERDICT This absorbing novel should be on everyone’s historical fiction reading list." —Library Journal (starred review)

“Fascinating reading await those who dive into the vividly depicted world of Babylonian Jewry … Anton succeeds brilliantly in drawing us into the formative period leading up to the Talmud … what we have is the work of a master craftswoman set upon repairing a major gap in Jewish literature —Philadelphia Jewish Voice

“Rav Hisda’s Daughter provides a wealth of historical detail about Jewish life in Babylon and Israel in the 3rd century CE. It depicts the daily life and coming of age of a prominent rabbi’s daughter rather than propelling its reader through a traditional arc of action with a crisis and resolution. Its interest lies in its portrayal of the sorcery, incantations, and women’s customs in this exotic, faraway period of time and place, sometimes against the backdrop of war.” —Historical Novel Society

Praise for the Rashi's Daughters Trilogy

“Anton delivers a tour de force . . . [Readers] will fly through the pages and come away wishing for more.” –Library Journal (starred review)

“A compelling combination of drama, suspense, and romance.” –Lilith magazine

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my thoughts

I wasn't certain if I would enjoy this book. I find it difficult to read a story when I have to keep referring to the glossary. While I kept referring to a notebook of Jewish references, I learned a great deal. 

It's obvious the author did an immense amount of research before writing this book. She is a magical storyteller. On a personal level, I felt close to the characters. 

I highly recommend this novel, for entertainment and educational reasons.

About the Author03_Maggie Anton

Maggie Anton was born Margaret Antonofsky in Los Angeles, California. Raised in a secular, socialist household, she reached adulthood with little knowledge of her Jewish religion. All that changed when David Parkhurst, who was to become her husband, entered her life, and they both discovered Judaism as adults. That was the start of a lifetime of Jewish education, synagogue involvement, and ritual observance. In 2006, Anton retired from being a clinical chemist in Kaiser Permanente's Biochemical Genetics Laboratory to become a fulltime writer.

In the early 1990's, Anton learned about a women's Talmud class taught by Rachel Adler, now a professor at Hebrew Union College in Los Angeles. She became intrigued with the idea that Rashi, one of the greatest Jewish scholars ever, had no sons, only three daughters. Slowly but surely, she began to research the family and the time in which they lived. Much was written about Rashi, but almost nothing of the daughters, except their names and the names of their husbands. Legend has it that Rashi's daughters were learned in a time when women were traditionally forbidden to study the sacred texts. These forgotten women seemed ripe for rediscovery, and the idea of a trilogy of historical novels about them was born.

After the success of "Rashi's Daughters" Anton started researching the lives of women in 4th-century Babylonia, where the Talmud was being created. Surprised by the prevalence of sorcery among rabbinic families, she wrote "Rav Hisda's Daughter: Bk 1 - Apprentice," which was a 2012 National Jewish Book Award Fiction finalist and a Library Journal pick for Best Historical Fiction.

For more information please visit Maggie Anton's website and blog. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

Enchantress Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, October 6
Review at Unshelfish
Review at Book Drunkard

Tuesday, October 7
Review at Ageless Pages Reviews

Wednesday, October 8
Review at A Dream Within a Dream

Thursday, October 8
Guest Post at Bookish

Friday, October 9
Guest Post & Giveaway at Passages to the Past

Monday, October 13
Review at Book Lovers Paradise

Tuesday, October 14
Review at leeanna.me
Spotlight & Giveaway at Words and Peace

Wednesday, October 15
Review at Based on a True Story

Thursday, October 16
Review at Mari Reads

Friday, October 17
Interview at Layered Pages

Tuesday, October 21
Review at History From A Woman's Perspective
Spotlight at CelticLady's Reviews

Wednesday, October 22
Guest Post at History From A Woman's Perspective

Thursday, October 23
Review at Layered Pages
Spotlight at A Book Geek

Friday, October 24
Review at Beth's Book Reviews
Interview at Mina's Bookshelf

Saturday, October 25
Review & Interview at A Cup of Tea & A Big Book

Monday, October 27
Review at TeacherWriter

Tuesday, October 28
Review at My Book Addiction and More
Spotlight at Historical Tapestry

Wednesday, October 29
Review at A Bookish Affair

Thursday, October 30
Review at Book Nerd

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Tuesday, September 30, 2014


                                      02_Goddess Born

Publication Date: May 29, 2014
Carina Press
eBook; ISBN: 9781426898365

Genre: Historical/Fantasy/Paranormal/New Adult

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2013 RWA Golden Heart© Finalist
2011 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award semifinalist

The power to heal is her divine gift, the fear of discovery, her mortal curse.

Selah Kilbrid is caught between two worlds. A direct descendant of the Celtic goddess Brigid, she is bound by Tuatha Dé law to help those in need. Yet as a human, she must keep her unique abilities hidden or risk being charged for a witch. In 1730 Pennsylvania, the Quaker community of Hopewell has become a haven for religious freedom—and fanaticism—and there are those who would see her hanged if the truth were revealed.

For eighteen years, Selah safely navigates the narrow gap between duty and self-preservation, until the day a prominent minister uncovers her secret. Obsessed with her power, Nathan Crowley disregards her betrothal to a distant cousin from Ireland and demands marriage in exchange for his silence. Selah stalls for time, but when news reaches the Colonies of her cousin’s death, time has run out.

Rather than submit to Nathan, Selah coerces a stranger to pose as her husband. It’s a good plan—her only plan—even though Henry Alan harbors his own dark secrets. But when she returns to Hopewell a married woman, the real fight has just begun. As unseen forces move against her, Selah doesn’t know which poses the greater danger—a malignant shadow closing in from outside or the internal fire that threatens to consume her heart.

Book Two in the Goddess Born series will be published in November 2014 and Book Three in June 2015.

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About the Author03_Kari Edgren

Kari Edgren did not dream of becoming a writer. Instead, she dreamed of everything else and was often made to stay inside during kindergarten recess to practice her letters. Despite doting parents and a decent school system, Ms. Edgren managed to make it through elementary school having completed only one book cover to cover – The Box Car Children, which she read approximately forty-seven times. Things improved during high school, but not until she read Gabrielle Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude in college, did she truly understand the power of a book.

Ms. Edgren aspires to be a Vulcan, a world-acclaimed opera singer, and two inches taller. She resides in the Pacific NW where she spends a great deal of time torturing her husband and children with strange food and random historical facts. Ms. Edgren hasn’t stopped dreaming, but has finally mastered her letters enough to put the stories on paper.

For more information please visit Kari Edgren's website. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

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Goddess Born Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, September 22
Review at Peeking Between the Pages

Tuesday, September 23
Review at By the Book Reviews
Spotlight at Passages to the Past

Wednesday, September 24
Review at The Readers Hollow
Interview at Manga Maniac Cafe

Thursday, September 25
Review at Book Babe

Friday, September 26
Review at Curling Up With a Good Book

Sunday, September 28
Spotlight & Excerpt at Casual Readers

Monday, September 29
Review at Unabridged Chick
Review at The Mad Reviewer

Tuesday, September 30
Review at Oh, for the Hook of a Book!
Interview & Giveaway at Unabridged Chick

Wednesday, October 1
Review & Excerpt at Book Lovers Paradise

Thursday, October 2
Review at Books, Etc.
Review at 100 Pages a Day - Stephanie's Book Reviews

Friday, October 3
Review at So Many Books, So Little Time

Monday, October 6
Review at Bookish
Guest Post at Historical Fiction Connection

Tuesday, October 7
Spotlight & Giveaway at The Flashlight Reader

Wednesday, October 8
Review at A Bookish Affair

Thursday, October 9
Review at The True Book Addict

Friday, October 10
Review at CelticLady's Reviews

Monday, October 13
Review at Book Nerd
Interview at The Maiden's Court

Tuesday, October 14
Review at I'd So Rather Be Reading

Wednesday, October 15
Review at Let Them Read Books

Thursday, October 16
Review at A Book Geek
Guest Post at Historical Tapestry

Friday, October 17
Review at Historical Tapestry

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my thoughts:

This book has a bit of everything! Truly something for everyone. There is romance, history, suspense, and a bit of supernatural power. Witch hunts and sword fights. I told you, something for everyone.

I really enjoyed this book. I was drawn in from page one. The main character, Selah Kilbrid is a different kind of girl. She is 'goddess born'. A descendant of an Irish goddess. She must keep this a secret from others who fear anyone different than themselves. She resides in a Quaker community in Pennsylvania. 

Selah is a strong willed young woman, you will instantly love her, whether you agree with her or not. Kari Edgren has created a wonderful character in Selah. 

Henry Alan, a young indentured servant who becomes Selah's make believe husband is a powerful character in his own right. From the very beginning, the reader knows there is more than meets the eye with Henry. I won't give anything away, but his story will just fascinate you. He is a fabulous character and you can feel him falling in love with Selah throughout the book. 

I think any lover of historical fiction will fall in love with this book. I look forward to more by this author. 

I give this book 5 stars because it contains everything I look for in a book.

and now we have a special excerpt from GODDESS BORN

Excerpt 1  
I didn’t stop running until Brighmor was well out of view. With my heart pounding, I ducked out of sight behind a large oak tree to wait. A good ten minutes passed before my heart finally slowed, and I felt confident that Henry hadn’t followed me. Returning to the narrow pathway, I walked at a more leisurely pace, throwing the occasional furtive look over my shoulder as I went deeper and deeper into the woods to the manmade alcove that had been built right into the sidhe, or small earthen mound.                 
Years ago my grandparents had carved away enough dirt to stack large rocks three feet high, forming a wall in the shape of a half-moon. It measured about twelve feet from end to end with an arc deep enough to accommodate my full height if I were inclined to lie down. In the middle of the arc stood an altar, hewn from a piece of gray granite that had been sealed to the earth by my grandmother’s blood mixed with a handful of sacred dirt brought over from the Old World. Green and brown lichen grew on the stones, and dense foliage pushed up along the perimeter, ready to spill over into the clearing.     
            With the rock wall behind me, I knelt down at the altar and set the dried herbs on the smooth stone surface, charred black from countless fires. Finding the flint, I struck it repeatedly to release a shower of white sparks over the bundle. As it started to smolder, fragrances of cowslip, angelica, and goat’s rue rose up. With a long, deep breath, I pulled the smoke inside, letting it inundate my senses. Then I began to recite the ancient words in preparation to cross over.   

Brigid Buadach, Buaid na fine, Siur Rig nime, Nar in duine, 
Eslind luige, Lethan breo.  Riar na n-oiged, Oibel ecnai, 
Ingen Dubthaig, Duine uallach, Brigid buadach, Brigid 

The physical world began to waver. Keeping my voice to a low monotone, I repeated the Gaelic words. At the end of the third repetition, the trees and stones, the smoldering bundle, all flickered in and out of view, then disappeared altogether as my soul passed into to the Otherworld. 
                For a moment, there was nothing more than thick gray mist and the memory of burning herbs. I stepped out of the mist into the warm sunlight at the edge of Brigid’s garden, free of the night and my body that remained kneeling at the altar.

Monday, September 29, 2014


02_Bitter Greens 
Publication Date: September 23, 2014 | Thomas Dunne Books | Hardcover; 496p | ISBN-10: 1250047536
Genre: Historical/Fantasy/Fairy-Tale Retellings

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The amazing power and truth of the Rapunzel fairy tale comes alive for the first time in this breathtaking tale of desire, black magic and the redemptive power of love French novelist Charlotte-Rose de la Force has been banished from the court of Versailles by the Sun King, Louis XIV, after a series of scandalous love affairs. At the convent, she is comforted by an old nun, Sœur Seraphina, who tells her the tale of a young girl who, a hundred years earlier, is sold by her parents for a handful of bitter greens... After Margherita’s father steals parsley from the walled garden of the courtesan Selena Leonelli, he is threatened with having both hands cut off, unless he and his wife relinquish their precious little girl. Selena is the famous red-haired muse of the artist Tiziano, first painted by him in 1512 and still inspiring him at the time of his death. She is at the center of Renaissance life in Venice, a world of beauty and danger, seduction and betrayal, love and superstition. Locked away in a tower, Margherita sings in the hope that someone will hear her. One day, a young man does. Award-winning author Kate Forsyth braids together the stories of Margherita, Selena, and Charlotte-Rose, the woman who penned Rapunzel as we now know it, to create what is a sumptuous historical novel, an enchanting fairy tale retelling, and a loving tribute to the imagination of one remarkable woman.

Praise for Bitter Greens

“Kate Forsyth’s Bitter Greens is an enthralling concoction of history and magic, an absorbing, richly detailed, and heart-wrenching reimagining of a timeless fairytale.” —Jennifer Chiaverini, New York Times bestselling author of Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival

 “See how three vividly drawn women cope with injustice, loneliness, fear, longing. See how they survive—or perpetrate—treachery. Surrender yourself to a master storyteller, to delicious detail and spunky heroines. Bitter Greens is a complex, dazzling achievement.” —Susan Vreeland, New York Times bestselling author of Clara and Mr. Tiffany and Girl in Hyacinth Blue

 “A magical blend of myth and history, truth and legend, Bitter Greens is one of those rare books that keeps you reading long after the lights have gone out, that carries you effortlessly to another place and time, that makes you weep and laugh and wish you could flip forward to make sure it all ends happily ever after—but for the fact that if you did so, you might miss a line, and no line of this book should be missed.” —Lauren Willig, New York Times bestselling author of The Ashford Affair 

“Kate Forsyth wields her pen with all the grace and finesse of a master swordsman. In Bitter Greens she conjures a lyrical fairytale that is by turns breathtaking, inspiring, poetic, and heartbreakingly lovely. Set like a jewel within the events of history, it is pure, peerless enchantment.”—New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn

 “Bitter Greens is pure enchantment–gripping and lyrical. From the high convent walls where a 17th century noblewoman is exiled, to a hidden tower which imprisons an innocent girl with very long hair, to the bitter deeds of a beautiful witch who cannot grow old–Kate Forsyth weaves an engrossing, gorgeously written tale of three women in search of love and freedom. A truly original writer, Forsyth has crafted an often terrifying but ultimately redemptive dark fairy tale of the heart.”—Stephanie Cowell, American Book Award-winning author of Claude & Camille

 “Kate Forsyth’s Bitter Greens is not only a magnificent achievement that would make any novelist jealous, it’s one of the most beautiful paeans to the magic of storytelling that I’ve ever read.”—C.W. Gortner, author of The Queen’s Vow and The Confessions of Catherine de Medici

 "Threads of history and folklore are richly intertwined to form this spellbinding story. Kate Forsyth has excelled herself with Bitter Greens. Compulsively unputtdownable."—Juliet Marillier, national bestselling author of Flame of Sevenwaters and Heart’s Blood

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Kate Forsyth 1 About the Author

Kate Forsyth wrote her first novel at the age of seven, and is now the internationally bestselling & award-winning author of thirty books, ranging from picture books to poetry to novels for both adults and children. She was recently voted one of Australia's Favourite 20 Novelists, and has been called 'one of the finest writers of this generation. She is also an accredited master storyteller with the Australian Guild of Storytellers, and has told stories to both children and adults all over the world. Her most recent book for adults is a historical novel called 'The Wild Girl', which tells the true, untold love story of Wilhelm Grimm and Dortchen Wild, the young woman who told him many of the world's most famous fairy tales. Set during the Napoleonic Wars, 'The Wild Girl' is a story of love, war, heartbreak, and the redemptive power of storytelling, and was named the Most Memorable Love Story of 2013. She is probably most famous for 'Bitter Greens', a retelling of the Rapunzel fairy tale interwoven with the dramatic life story of the woman who first told the tale, the 17th century French writer, Charlotte-Rose de la Force. 'Bitter Greens' has been called 'the best fairy tale retelling since Angela Carter', and has been nominated for a Norma K. Hemming Award, the Aurealis Award for Best Fantasy Fiction, and a Ditmar Award. Her most recent book for children is 'Grumpy Grandpa', a charming picture book that shows people are not always what they seem. Since 'The Witches of Eileanan' was named a Best First Novel of 1998 by Locus Magazine, Kate has won or been nominated for numerous awards, including a CYBIL Award in the US. She's also the only author to win five Aurealis awards in a single year, for her Chain of Charms series – beginning with 'The Gypsy Crown' - which tells of the adventures of two Romany children in the time of the English Civil War. Book 5 of the series, 'The Lightning Bolt', was also a CBCA Notable Book. Kate's books have been published in 14 countries around the world, including the UK, the US, Russia, Germany, Japan, Turkey, Spain, Italy, Poland and Slovenia. She is currently undertaking a doctorate in fairytale retellings at the University of Technology, having already completed a BA in Literature and a MA in Creative Writing. Kate is a direct descendant of Charlotte Waring, the author of the first book for children ever published in Australia, 'A Mother's Offering to her Children'. She lives by the sea in Sydney, Australia, with her husband, three children, and many thousands of books. For more information please visit Kate Forsyth's website and blog. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Goodreads.

Bitter Greens Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, September 15 Guest Post & Giveaway at Passages to the Past
  Tuesday, September 16 Review at Kinx's Book Nook Review & Giveaway at Bookish

Wednesday, September 17 Review & Giveaway at Literary, etc Review & Giveaway at Book Drunkard

Thursday, September 18 Review & Giveaway at Build a Bookshelf Review & Giveaway at The Eclectic Reader

  Friday, September 19 Review at The Maiden's Court Review & Giveaway at Icey Books

Monday, September 22 Review & Giveaway at Luxury Reading Review, Excerpt, & Giveaway at A Dream Within a Dream Spotlight at Flashlight Commentary

Tuesday, September 23 Review at Book Dilettante Review, Excerpt, & Giveaway at SurLaLune

Wednesday, September 24 Review at Caroline Wilson Writes Review, Interview, and Giveaway at Ink Gypsy Review, Interview, and Giveaway at The Lit Bitch

Thursday, September 25 Review & Giveaway at No BS Book Reviews Interview & Giveaway at Just One More Chapter

Friday, September 26 Review at The Gilmore Guide to Books Review at Must Read Faster

Monday, September 29 Review at Book Lovers Paradise Review & Giveaway at Bookworm Blues

Tuesday, September 30 Review at The Life & Times of a Book Addict Review & Excerpt at Books-n-Kisses Review & Giveaway at Broken Teepee

  Wednesday, October 1 Review at One Book at a Time Review at Book-alicious Mama Review & Giveaway at Mina's Bookshelf Review & Giveaway at Let Them Read Books

  Thursday, October 2 Interview at Layered Pages Review & Giveaway at Oh Magic Hour

Friday, October 3 Review at Bibliophilia, Please Review & Giveaway at Gone Pecan

  Sunday, October 5 Review at Carole's Ramblings

  Monday, October 6 Review at Book Babe Review at A Bibliotaph's Reviews Interview, Excerpt, & Giveaway at Harlequin Junkie

  Tuesday, October 7 Review at A Chick Who Reads Review & Giveaway at The Pretty Good Gatsby

  Wednesday, October 8 Review at So Many Books, So Little Time Review & Giveaway at My Friends Are Fiction

  Thursday, October 9 Review at Jorie Loves a Story

  Friday, October 10 Review at Mel's Shelves Review & Giveaway at No More Grumpy Bookseller Interview at Jorie Loves a Story

Monday, October 13 Review at 100 Pages a Day - Stephanie's Book Reviews Review & Giveaway at Layers of Thought

Tuesday, October 14 Review & Giveaway at Words and Peace Review & Giveaway at Beth's Book Reviews

  Wednesday, October 15 Review at Crossroad Review Review at My Tangled Skeins Book Reviews

  Thursday, October 16 Review at Cheryl's Book Nook Review at CelticLady's Reviews

  Friday, October 17 Review at Mary Gramlich Review at She Reads Novels .

Monday, October 20 Interview & Giveaway at The Reading Frenzy
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my thoughts:
Remember the tale of Rapunzel?  Well if you liked that story, you will love this book.  But beware, this is not a Disneyfied version of the story.  This is an ADULT version of the tale.  Told from the viewpoint of the author of the story, the witch and the girl we now know as Rapunzel, this is a fascinating tale.  You will be on the edge of your seat waiting to find out what happens.   

I loved reading this story.   Loved the character of Margherita.  Her point of view was my favorite.  She is an innocent child (at first) caught up in the strange witchcraft of a woman afraid of aging.   

Throughout the novel, we meet a few interesting historical characters, Titian, The Sun King of France and more!   

I give this book 5 stars, but I caution the reader, it is an adult book.  There are adult themes and situations.


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

RAVENSDALE by Lucinda Elliot.....a comedy spoof of historical regency novels


Publication Date: April 18, 2014
Formats: eBook, Paperback; 260p

Genre: Historical Regency/Comedy-Spoof

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When the group of highwaymen headed by the disgraced Earl of Little Dean, Reynaud Ravensdale hold up the hoydenish Isabella Murray’s coach, she knocks one of them down and lectures them all on following Robin Hood’s example.

The rascally Reynaud Ravensdale – otherwise known as the dashing highwayman Mr Fox – is fascinated by her spirit.

He escaped abroad three years back following his supposedly shooting a friend dead after a quarrel. Rumour has it that his far more respectable cousin was involved. Now, having come back during his father’s last illness, the young Earl is seeking to clear his name.

Isabella’s ambitious parents are eager to marry her off to Reynaud Ravensdale’s cousin, the next in line to his title. The totally unromantic Isabella is even ready to elope with her outlaw admirer to escape this fate – on condition that he teaches her how to be a highwaywoman herself.

This hilarious spoof uses vivid characters and lively comedy to bring new life to a theme traditionally favoured by historical novelists – that of the wild young Earl, who, falsely accused of murder by the machinations of a conniving cousin and prejudged by his reputation, lives as an outlaw whilst seeking to clear his name.

‘Ravensdale’ is a fast paced, funny and romantic read from the writer of ‘That Scoundrel Émile Dubois’, following the adventures of his equally roguish cousin and set in 1792, just prior to the French Revolution, two years before 'That Scoundrel Émile Dubois'.

Praise for Ravensdale

“This was a good book. Well written and funny. As far as historical romances go, this one is quite a page turner. She turned a historical romance into something fun and different with comedy added in.” - Brenny’s Book Obsession (Amazon.com)

“I liked how Elliot poked fun at the clichés of historical romances. The chapter titles made me laugh. They were these little parody’s which gave just enough lightness to the story without turning it into a joke.” - Lauryn April (Amazon.com)

“And despite all the satire there is still an enjoyable story taking place in this book. Elliot does a fine job of allowing the reader to not only laugh at some of the absurdities in this tale but also root for the players to find their happy ending. There is plenty of emotion and heart in this book as both Isabella and Reynaud are characters of admirable quality and depth. ..I applaud Elliot for making the poetic regency romances we hold dear to our heart into something fun and different. She never insults or tarnishes what we love about the genre but allows it to blossom with comedy making it something I particularly loved even more.” - JC @ All is Read (Amazon.com)

“This was a cleverly written story, similar to a tongue in cheek Jane Austen classic.” - Gidgeemamma (Amazon.com)

“Ravensdale achieves everything it sets out to do, playing with formulas and stereotypes of older romance novels with abandon.The writer manages to pay tribute to the genre while having fun at the same time. In one paragraph, the sturdy no-nonsense heroine muses on the cliches of the plot she finds herself in, capitalizing all the character types such as the Wild Young Buck, the Villain of the Piece, and the Sweet Young Maiden. You can see her eyes rolling as she teases. But then the novel transforms, as the stereotypes become real people under the clever typing fingers of Lucinda Elliot.” - Jo (Amazon.com)

“If you enjoy Georgette Heyer-style period romances, you’ll probably enjoy "Ravensdale". However – and this is what is so clever about this novel – if you don’t, then there’s a good chance that you’ll enjoy "Ravensdale" anyway. It provides you with both characters that you can genuinely like and care about, an interesting story, and a parody that is at times hilarious.” - Mari Biella (Amazon.com)

“I didn’t want it to end. Ravensdale is a thoroughly enjoyable read.” - Anne Carlisle PhD (Amazon.com)

“I was so engrossed that I couldn’t stop reading and ended up with a terrible headache, but it was worth it. What an amazing bunch of characters! First of all, there’s Lord Reynaud Ravensdale, the Disgraced Outlaw and Earl: this is a character to really fall in love with. He’s intelligent, quick, wild, impetuous, an amazing shot, and absolutely bursting with honor. ..Isabella is an amazing kick ass woman, and a true, perfect match for the larger than life Ravensdale.” - Ral in the West (Amazon.com)

Character Interview with Reynaud Ravensdale.

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About the Author

Lucinda Elliot loves writing Gothic style stories, which isn't surprising because she was brought up in a series of big old isolated houses which her parents were refurbishing (it wasn't so fashionable back then). After that, she lived, studied and worked in London for many years and now lives in Mid Wales with her family.

She loves writing about strong women to complement gung ho males.

Her interests do include weight training and body shaping,and she was once a champion Sports fighter, but apart from that her interests are quite geeky. Reading classic novels, conservation, gardening, and even names and their meanings (bring on the carrot juice). She loves a laugh above anything.

For more information please visit Lucinda's website. You can also connect with her on Goodreads.

Ravensdale Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, September 22
Review at Flashlight Commentary

Tuesday, September 23
Interview at Layered Pages

Wednesday, September 24
Review at Book Lovers Paradise

Thursday, September 25
Review at "Good Friends, Good Books and a Sleepy Conscience: This is the Ideal Life."
Spotlight at Historical Tapestry

Saturday, September 27
Spotlight at Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers

Sunday, September 28
Review at Carole's Ramblings

Monday, September 29
Interview & Giveaway at Let Them Read Books

Tuesday, September 30
Review at WTF Are You Reading?
Review at Devilishly Delicious Book Blog

Thursday, October 2
Review at Book Nerd
Spotlight at Just One More Chapter

Friday, October 3
Spotlight at SOS Aloha

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my thoughts:

Sorry to say, I couldn't finish this book.  Barely made it through the second chapter before I  put it away.  Perhaps I'll try again, but at this point, it's just not my cup of tea.

Just for you to decide for yourself, I am including an excerpt

Chapter One
May 1792
Introducing the Disgraced Heir to an Earldom
Turned Outlaw
And the (Must Have) Conniving Cousin

When the muffled figure on horseback came up the field outside the churchyard wall and suddenly whipped off his hat, a murmur ran through the mourners: ‘It’s Reynaud Ravensdale.’ The more outspoken said, ‘It’s the Outlaw.’ An aged Colonel’s voice came loud in the sudden hush, ‘That’s the villain who shot the Captain!” The Vicar went on with the burial service.
The younger men stirred. The younger women fluttered and looked at the rider with the sympathy they had been turning on his cousin, Edmund Ravensdale, who stood in silence at the head of the late Earl’s grave. He glanced over once as the whispers started up, and then kept his eyes fixed on the Vicar.
The outlaw, who was swathed in a greatcoat with the collars turned up, had a classically handsome head and face like his cousin’s and wavy mid coloured hair. Whether he had taken off his hat out of bravado or as a gesture of respect for his father, he kept it off, ignoring the stares of the crowd.
The youngest Murray girl squealed. Isabella Murray and her brother eyed the horse. Sir Wilfred said, “Foolish gesture, if it is.” Lady Murray clicked her tongue as he went on, “Everyone said a couple of years since he would succeed in clearing himself. I had a bet at the club with that fellow in sugar five to one against. Well, it’s an ill wind as far as that cousin’s concerned. A fine fellow, this nephew of the late Earl. D’you think even our Isabella would turn up her nose at Edmund Ravensdale, eh?”
Lady Murray said nothing. She was annoyed at his lack of decorum and his making light of her secret plans. Isabella’s turning down her earlier suitors was a relief since they had come into riches. Now, with Sir Wilfred knighted, many things were possible.
The churchyard was crowded. Most of the late Earl’s tenants had come and all sorts of people from far away. Already, the dead man’s outrages were forgotten. Last week, he had been a bitter, drunken, aging roué, the terror of the neighbourhood. Now he had been a Noble of the Old School, even if he had chased the villagers with his riding crop. His nephew was said to be in favour of the enclosures* ruinous to so many of the tenants. Suddenly the old ways of the late Earl seemed better, for all his drunken rampages and lechery with the local girls.
As the Vicar finished his prayer, another rider came at breakneck speed up the steep hill, waving his hat and shouting wildly. The first man crammed back on his own hat, whipped out a pistol, turned his horse and galloped away, clearing the newly planted hedge. Mounted soldiers appeared: a volley of gunfire, shouts and curses broke out.
“They’re after him,” Sir Wilfred said unnecessarily.
There were cries and shrieks from the crowd. One man fell flat on his face and a woman swooned. Lady Murray squealed, but Sir Wilfred said, “Bear up, Ma’am; we shan’t be hit,” and so she covered her youngest daughter’s ears. Isabella listened avidly to the cursing. She was always eager to learn more words women weren’t supposed to know.
A distant whistle sounded, followed by more gunfire and cries from the crowd. A stout dowager collapsed on a tombstone. Then the sounds of the pursuit died away into the distance.
“I do hope he got away!” Lady Murray’s younger daughter Selina fought free of her hands. “How awful for him to be fired on when he had come to mourn his father’s passing!”
“More awful for him to miss out on enjoying the estate,” said her brother, Dicky. “He’s got a good horse for escape, though. What’d you say, Sir? I’d say that was an Arab cross.” He narrowed his eyes, as if to pierce the copse at the bottom of the field blocking their view of the chase.
“I’m not sure, because of the height,” Isabella patted her sister’s hand. “Never fear, dear, the average soldier’s a dismal shot and he had a fine mount. If he had your pony there might be some excuse for his being caught.”
Rumour had it that the disgraced heir was also chief of a group of Gentleman of the Road who had been robbing highway travellers for some time past, sometimes about the shires, sometimes as far away as the Great Western Road leading out of London.
He had a reputation for dash and gallantry to the ladies. He also seemed to hate legal figures. As with so many highwaymen, stories went round about his liking for the odd prank on lawyers. He was said to have robbed a judge, sending him on his way, legs tied and sitting backwards on a donkey. There was also a story that he had run into a local Assize Judge in a house of ill repute.
His second in command was also said to be dashing and gallant, though not an aristocrat. It was also said that a third member of the band lacked both dash and teeth, but then women never saw him as being the one to hand them down, half-fainting from their carriage.
The Murrays youngest daughter insisted that the disgraced heir must have been misjudged.
When they had first heard the story, back in the old house in town, long before Sir Wilfred had been knighted, Isabella had snorted with laughter.
“For goodness sake, how real life does follow the clichés of romance! The Wild Young Buck and Heir, the Sweet Young Maiden, the Ill Considered Duel, the Fatal Shot; the Wild Young Buck, Judged by his Former Wildness, now Turns Outlaw. We have already a Conniving Relative who Stands to Gain by the rightful heir’s disgrace, and surely a Conniving Cousin is near as good as a Wicked Uncle or a Jealous Step-Brother for the Villain of the Piece. We only need The Exposure of the Wicked Plot in the final chapter, the Reinstatement of the True Heir, Chastened (though still Mischievous enough to stir the ladies’ pulses); then comes his Wedding and Happy Ever After with the Sweet Young Maiden who Always Believed Him Misjudged. There! We have the novel in full.”
Selina was outraged: “That’s so unfeeling, Isa! These are real people, and maybe there truly is a wicked, conniving relative…Don’t they say that this cousin was involved in the quarrel, along with his fiancée they fought over?”
Her brother had laughed. “If Ravensdale does have his name cleared – which I doubt – he can’t marry the Sweet Young Maiden, as she hitched up soon after with the son of a wealthy sugar merchant. He’ll have to find another who believes in him somewhere else. Maybe that won’t be so hard, as you ladies do love a figure of romance, even one who has been accused of prematurely shooting the man he was to duel with.”
Selina looked disapproving. “That was unfeeling of the fiancée.”
He grinned. “I agree Ravensdale’s actions make no sense. If he’d stuck to the rules, the chances are he’d have been acquitted or got off with the lightest punishment*. He was in a rage by all accounts, though, this Captain having insulted his lady love in some way. I think I heard, too, that the duel wasn’t being done according to form; there were no seconds and therefore, no witnesses save the young lady. She was reportedly too confused to know what happened, save that Reynaud Ravensdale’s gun went off accidentally, and the Captain dropped where he stood. There was one of their tenants, too, who had just fired on a rabid fox up in the next field.”
His younger sister clapped her hands: “Then why couldn’t he have done it by accident?”
“Supposedly he was too far off. He said he was in such fear of the fox that he gave no thought to the other gunfire until he saw the Captain lying dying, this fiancée swooning and Ravensdale running up to him.”
“Now it is clear to me that something Deep and Dark took place.” Selina had nodded, but refused to go into details.
Now, Lady Murray frowned at them. “For heavens sake, try and show some decorum.”
Dicky said, “Well, Ma’am, that gun battle has near destroyed fitting solemnity, with the Vicar having to help that stout matron to smelling salts. The old sinner never went to church more than he could help, anyway. The whole family’s known for snoring through the sermons, so he’d have enjoyed it. I wonder what there will be to eat?”
Refreshments were served in the Great Hall, where stags’ heads gazed down on them reproachfully. Isabella thought that if she had to dine under their gaze every day, she would soon lose her appetite. Edmund Ravensdale was absent. It was said that he was dealing with Pressing Matters and a Visit from Officials. Isabella supposed this was to do with his cousin’s gun battle with the Redcoats.
Lady Wilfred’s voice echoed loud in the buzz of talk, making comparisons with their own dining hall. “I think all this old dark wood is dismal. Why, I told our own butler that I cannot abide it, and to have it altered must be one of our first priorities at Wisteria Hall. That and refurbishing the ballroom.” She looked at the shop people opposite to see if they were impressed, but they chewed on cold meats in a dream.
She tried again: “There is so that much needs setting to rights in such a great house I am sure I am at a loss how I shall cope.”
The woman leaned across to her: “The ham is far too salty.”
This disappointment was made up for her by their coming on Edmund Ravendale in the passage as they left. Though still looking preoccupied, he shook hands with Sir Wilfred and Dicky, and after the ladies had made their curtseys, kissed their hands and smiled on young Selina.
Lady Wilfred shrieked with laughter, as always when anyone kissed her hand. Edmund Ravensdale hardly flinched: “Sir Wilfred, I believe? I regret to have missed you. I was detained – you leave already?”
“Yes, Sir, I hope you will allow us to return your hospitality when you are out of mourning.”
Isabella cut in quickly, “Do accept our condolences on your loss, Sir.”
He glanced at her keenly. Perhaps he was startled at her directness in speech; people tended to be.
He was very good looking, as she, like all the other women, had noted in the churchyard. He was tall and spare, with startlingly regular features, an elegant Grecian nose, and bright light brown hair. His light brown or hazel eyes, unusually long, wide set and heavy lidded, were striking. Isabella decided that she didn’t like the look in those eyes. She couldn’t say why. Perhaps it was calculating, but she thought there was another, underlying emotion, too. She would have to watch herself; she was picking up Selina’s ideas.
Sir Wilfred gave him a vague invitation, which Lady Murray followed up loudly until they had to give place to another family.

Enter the Disgraced Earl Turned Outlaw’s
(Must Have) Devoted Follower

“You think they’re still after us?” Longface glanced back as he and his companion made their way down the bank of a stream in the middle of a birch wood.
“How should I know, you idiot? If we’ve shaken ‘em off so damned easy, I’ll be amazed.”
They rode on some time without speaking. As the horses scrambled up a bank, the younger man suddenly grinned, shaking off his gloom. “There’s a piece of fancy shooting, they’ve winged your hat.” He reached out and snatched it off his follower’s head, his smile fading as quickly as it came. “It’s not conspicuous or anything. Idiot, you’d have shambled into an inn like that for a surety.”
“How’d it stay on my knob?” Longface stared at it.
Reynaud Ravensdale laughed heartlessly: “I thought I saw it dance up and down. Lucky escape for you, eh?”
Longface burst out, “I call it foolishly quixotic, risking your neck like that to attend the funeral and then uncovering yourself. Paying your respects to your father was all fine and proper, but not sensible. It weren’t even as though you’d not seen him before he passed away.”
The other scowled and said nothing. Perhaps he was being Resolutely Silent.
Longface went on, “It’s no good giving me one of your haughty looks, neither. How many times have I told you, it’s all well and good to be a Viscount – well, now you’re an Earl – but it don’t do you no manner of good now, so you must set aside them aristocratic ways. I’ve told you a thousand times.”
“Try a million, Longface.”
“No, but you’ll need telling one million times more, Mr Fox*, though being discreet, I never make mention of what is known to me in front of others…Someone must have tipped off the Redcoats.”
“Obviously, seeing they don’t have the wit to find us out for themselves. Then you obligingly led ‘em to me.”
At this, Longface couldn’t contain himself. He spluttered: “Me?! Nobody followed me – and me risking my neck to warn you of the ambush you wandered into unawares!”
Reynaud Ravensdale or Mr Fox stared at him, eyebrows raised. “You idiot. I told you not to tag along. On the matter of your idiocy, by the by, how much d’you have in your purse*?”
Longface searched though his pockets. His long jaw extended.
Reynaud Ravensdale suddenly hissed, “Quiet! What’s that?” They paused, staring back, and went on listening for another minute.
“I only hear woodpeckers going at it.”
They started their horses forward again. Longface searched his clothing a last time before admitting, “The confounded thing’s gone.”
Reynaud Ravensdale made a coarse joke. “Jack and I had better sense than to lose our money so. None of those wenches in that den were to be trusted from any point of view. Twice over I caught the floozy perching on my own knee with her hands in my pockets and she laughed in my face outright.”
Longface looked yet more mournful. “I’ll have to Wait and See, then. Lucky we’re headed towards town and medical advice.”
As his companion snorted in contempt, Longface went on, “Pshaw! It’s nothing that a spot of mercury* won’t cure. What’s the point of guarding our health? We’ll be swinging at Tyburn before we’re thirty.”
“I always forget you’re short of thirty.”
Longface winced. “It’s these teeth missing ages me.”
The other didn’t bother replying. They rode on in silence for some minutes, and then he began almost gently, “What you say minds me, Longface; for your sake we should go our separate ways. I’m a careless rogue, for sure; best save your skin and leave villainy while you can. You have those papers. You can start again and lead a decent life.”
Longface shook his head. “No, not until at least after the next great takings. I’ve not enough put by to live comfortable and marry a self-respecting woman.”
Reynaud Ravensdale made another coarse joke about an unexpected wedding present Longface might give a bride if he didn’t take more care. As Longface flinched again, he added more suavely, “Longface, I’m urging you strongly to look out for yourself.”
“No, I ain’t leaving you. I’m older and wiser than you and them others, and I can make Due Allowance for your Youthful Impetuosity.” He liked the sound of that, and repeated it.
His companion was unmoved: “Listen, you simpleton, as your chief I’m telling you to go away now.”
The other shook his head, smiling gently. “Not until the time is right.”
Ravensdale scowled. His horse, picking up his mood, turned round and tried to snap at him. He hit it, cursing.
Longface murmured up at the trees, “I don’t take it amiss; he ain’t bad hearted; just a wild young buck what is put out how things is turned out.” He examined the bullet holes in his hat. Suddenly he asked his Chief Brigand, “Do you have a sister?”
The other glared, outraged: “What is that to you, looby?”
“I dunno. I miss mine, sometimes.” Longface thought of Meggie’s sorrow that he hadn’t stayed in the haberdashery, her warnings against a life of crime. Then he spent longer thinking of the hot cakes that she always made.
Suddenly, Reynaud Ravensdale spoke, as if he couldn’t stop himself, though despising himself even as he did: “I’ve a girl cousin who was as a sister to me.”
As the trees began to thin, Ravensdale or Mr Fox turned on Longface: “Take that damned thing off before we get back to civilization.” He gave a Bitter Laugh: “Civilization? That is one place where we shan’t call in.”

September 1781
With the Conniving Cousin

Edmund Ravensdale – aged twelve, still unable to credit that his father is dead, that he is the head of his family now – stands gazing on the incredibly grand front entrance of Stoke Court. Seven year old Marie clutches his hand tightly, but though she has lost her parents so much younger than he, she looks about with shy curiosity rather than dread. She can’t imagine a world in which she isn’t loved; she has no idea of the sort of household they are entering.
It is early autumn; the glow of the setting sun lights up the countless higher windows of the front of Stoke Court. None of The Family have troubled to come out to meet the new additions to it. Only a gaggle of servants are at the door to greet them: the butler, the housekeeper Mistress Stone – whose face lives up to her name – footmen, maids, and the Viscount’s former nurse, now to be Marie’s.
This is their new home. Edmund wonders how it is possible to think of such a place, with those giant colonnades along the front, as ‘home’. The old nurse waddles up to take Miss Marie’s hand from him. At this some of her misplaced confidence crumbles and she looks unsure. Edmund promises that he will visit her in the nursery later.
A footman with astounding calves carries Edmund’s luggage up to a huge room. For all his own great size, the man must remember being a boy himself, for he tells Edmund by way of comfort that the bell will go soon enough for tea. Edmund hopes that the man hasn’t seen the shaming tears that blur his eyes. He walks over to the window, pretending to admire the view.
Landscaped gardens with formal walks, vistas and follies stretch away to a distant lake in the massive park, while out of the autumn mist rise the chalk hills of Buckinghamshire. Then, through the blur, Edmund sees a maze not far from his window. It is large, promising fun for himself and Marie.
Recently, he read the story of Theseus and the Minotaur, so when he hears a crashing and roaring, for a second he almost connects it with the labyrinth and an enraged beast.
The footman laughs; it’s not a happy laugh; none of the laughter at Stoke Court tends to be happy. “Them Young Rascals is For It Again.”
The man goes through the doorway and gazes down the wide staircase into the great hall. Edmund peeps round him. Two boys of about his own age hurl themselves across the hall and through a doorway to the side as if a man eating bull was truly after them. For sure, the enraged human figure close on their heels, face twisted with rage, waving a riding crop and roaring out oaths, is nearly as bad.
He bawls to someone unseen, “Hold ‘em, damn you!” and flings himself through the door after the boys. Sounds of furious thrashing float up the stairs along with more swearing. The man below can only be His Lordship the Earl of Little Dean. Edmund notes there are no cries for mercy or of pain.
The footman meets Edmund’s eyes, nodding approvingly. “Game couple of youngsters. Take care you don’t annoy His Lordship, or you’ll be for a dose of the same.” He leaves. The dusk comes on. Edmund goes down to tea.
He takes this in some lesser but still huge dining room with some minor family members and the higher grades of dependant who always come with a great household. One is a man who looks as if a giant spider had sucked out all his juices, though he can’t be out of his thirties. A woman reminds him of a greedy parrot as she dips her cake into her dish of tea.
They take little notice of him. Though formally introduced, Edmund is too dismayed by the brutality he has just seen to take much in about them. His own parents were kind. They almost never had him whipped, let alone making him see a hanging or a swaying gibbeted* corpse by way of a warning.
Later, he goes to try and jolly along Marie. She is settling in fairly happily. The old nurse is pleased to have a little girl after a succession of boys. Edmund has this comfort, anyway.
The Earl’s son and nephew are missing for the rest of the day. Edmund is later to hear that they were locked in an isolated room, but escaped through the window and out over the leads of the roofs to get up to further mischief in the village. Perhaps they did this as a matter of principle, as they must be stiffening from their thrashing.
Meanwhile Lord Little Dean sleeps off his drunken fury. He awakes no angrier than he has normally been for the last eleven years with a world that deprived him of his young wife within a year of marriage, leaving him with his new born son Reynaud.
Since her death he has damned heaven and earth, forgotten her trust in their future reunion, and worked tirelessly to destroy himself. His furies are the terror of the neighbourhood. He lays his riding crop across the shoulders of any commoner who annoys him, and that is easy. If provoked by a gentleman, he challenges him to a duel, and then shoots into the air with a blasphemy. Then he stands, arms folded, awaiting his fate. Nobody has dared to shoot him so far. Someone may yet.
The next morning, as Edmund readies himself for breakfast, his cousin the Viscount and his Dubois relative swagger in, hiding their stiffness.
“So, you are come to join us, Cousin. You can shoot and ride, of course?” Reynaud Ravensdale is so like Edmund that he could almost be a twin, yet nature has added the finishing touches left out in Edmund.
The young heir’s features are as finely cut as if done by a master sculptor, yet even at eleven, there is no effeminacy in that face; his hazel eyes are still more long cut and heavy lidded than Edmund’s own, with heavy black eyelashes; his waving hair is a gleaming pure chestnut rather than bright brown like Edmund’s own; his sweeping dark brows are raised in haughty enquiry. Thrashings or not, the Viscount knows his status.
In contrast, lanky, fair haired, slant eyed, freckle nosed Émile Dubois is all good humour as he smiles on Edmund. “Le Diable, but he’s the spit of you, Reynaud; this could prove useful.”
Reynaud laughs: “Damn me, and he is, too.” Edmund is dismayed by their casual swearing; still, what with the sample he heard from Lord Little Dean yesterday, he can’t be surprised. Lord Ravensdale goes on, “You’ve a sister, too?”
“Marie is in the nursery.”
Émile says, “We’ve just time to pay Mademoiselle a visit before going down to le petit dejuner.” Reynaud Ravensdale’s brows shoot up, but Edmund is to learn that Émile dotes on his own small sister; perhaps he misses her. He is to find out, too, that Reynaud is strongly influenced by Émile, despite this cousin being the younger by over a year. Now the arrogant Lord Ravensdale agrees at once. “Come, then.” He hides his grimace as he turns about.
Marie, honoured at this visit from such great boys, greets them with a solemn curtsey. Her delight in them pleases them in turn, and she is soon adored by both, for which Edmund is thankful. Her belief in a world where everyone loves her remains intact. In fact, Marie is the one softening influence on the benighted household, with even the terrible Lord Little Dean indulgent towards her.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


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STEPHANIE DRAY is a multi-published, award-winning author of historical women’s fiction and fantasy set in the ancient world. Her critically acclaimed historical Nile series about Cleopatra’s daughter has been translated into more than six different languages, was nominated for a RITA Award and won the Golden Leaf. Her focus on Ptolemaic Egypt and Augustan Age Rome has given her a unique perspective on the consequences of Egypt's ancient clash with Rome, both in terms of the still-extant tensions between East and West as well as the worldwide decline of female-oriented religion. Before she wrote novels, Stephanie was a lawyer, a game designer, and a teacher. Learn more at www.StephanieDray.com

  BEN KANE worked as a veterinarian for sixteen years, but his love of ancient history and historical fiction drew him to write fast-paced novels about Roman soldiers, generals and gladiators. Irish by nationality but UK-based, he is the author of seven books, the last five of which have been Sunday Times top ten bestsellers.Ben’s books have been translated into ten languages. In 2013, Ben walked the length of Hadrian’s Wall with two other authors, for charity; he did so in full Roman military kit, including hobnailed boots. He repeated the madness in 2014, over 130 miles in Italy. Over $50,000 has been raised with these two efforts. Learn more at http://www.benkane.net/

  E. KNIGHT is an award-winning, indie national best-selling author historical fiction. Under the name, Eliza Knight she writes historical romance and time-travel. Her debut historical fiction novel, MY LADY VIPER, has received critical acclaim and was nominated for the Historical Novel Society 2015 Annual Indie Award. She regularly presents on writing panels and was named Romance Writer’s of America’s 2013 PRO Mentor of the Year. Eliza lives in Maryland atop a small mountain with a knight, three princesses and a very naughty puppy. For more information, visit Eliza at www.elizaknight.com.

  SOPHIE PERINOT is the author of the acclaimed debut, The Sister Queens, which weaves the story of medieval sisters Marguerite and Eleanor of Provence who became queens of France and England respectively. Perinot has both a BA in History and a law degree. A long-time member of the Historical Novel Society, she has attended all of the group’s North American Conferences, serving as a panelist at the most recent. When she is not visiting corners of the past, Sophie lives in Great Falls, VA. Learn more at www.SophiePerinot.com

  KATE QUINN is the national bestselling author of the Empress of Rome novels, which have been variously translated into thirteen different languages. She first got hooked on Roman history while watching "I, Claudius" at the age of seven, and wrote her first book during her freshman year in college, retreating from a Boston winter into ancient Rome. She and her husband now live in Maryland with an imperious black dog named Caesar. Learn more at http://www.katequinnauthor.com

  VICKY ALVEAR SHECTER is the award-winning author of the young adult novel, Cleopatra’s Moon (Arthur A. Levine Books/Scholastic, 2011), based on the life of Cleopatra's only daughter. She is also the author of two biographies for kids on Alexander the Great and Cleopatra. The LA Times called Cleopatra’s Moon--set in Rome and Egypt--"magical" and "impressive." Publisher’s Weekly said it was "fascinating" and "highly memorable." Her young adult novel of Pompeii, Curses and Smoke (Arthur A. Levine/Scholastic), released in June 2014. She has two other upcoming books for younger readers, Anubis Speaks! and Hades Speaks! Vicky is a docent at the Michael C. Carlos Museum of Antiquities at Emory University in Atlanta. Learn more at http://www.vickyalvearshecter.com/main


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