I am excited to be hosting the blog tour for The Godmother’s Secret by Elizabeth St.John #BookReview #HistoricalFiction @ElizStJohn @cathiedunn

 

The Godmother’s Secret
by Elizabeth St.John

What if you knew what happened to the Princes in the Tower. Would you tell? Or would you forever keep the secret?

November, 1470: Westminster Abbey. Lady Elysabeth Scrope faces a perilous royal duty when ordered into sanctuary with Elizabeth Woodville–witness the birth of Edward IV’s Yorkist son.

 Margaret Beaufort, Elysabeth’s sister, is desperately seeking a pardon for her exiled son Henry Tudor. Strategically, she coerces Lancastrian Elysabeth to be appointed godmother to Prince Edward, embedding her in the heart of the Plantagenets and uniting them in a destiny of impossible choices and heartbreaking conflict.

Bound by blood and torn by honour, when the king dies and Elysabeth delivers her young godson into the Tower of London to prepare for his coronation, she is engulfed in political turmoil. Within months, the prince and his brother have disappeared, Richard III is declared king, and Margaret conspires with Henry Tudor to invade England and claim the throne. Desperate to protect her godson, Elysabeth battles the intrigue, betrayal and power of the last medieval court, defying her husband and her sister under her godmother’s sacred oath to keep Prince Edward safe.

Were the princes murdered by their uncle, Richard III? Was the rebel Duke of Buckingham to blame?

 Or did Margaret Beaufort mastermind their disappearance to usher in the Tudor dynasty? Of anyone at the royal court, Elysabeth has the most to lose–and the most to gain–by keeping secret the fate of the Princes in the Tower.     

Inspired by England’s most enduring historical mystery, Elizabeth St.John, best-selling author of The Lydiard Chronicles, blends her own family history with known facts and centuries of speculation to create an intriguing alternative story illuminating the disappearance of the Princes in the Tower. 

How far would you go to honour your godmother's vow? Lady Elysabeth Scrope was a reluctant godmother, but she was to become a dedicated servant and would willingly risk the wrath and disappointment of her beloved husband as well inciting the anger of the king, in order to do everything humanly possible to make sure that ambition, greed and betrayal would not cause the deaths of her godson (Edward V) and his brother (Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York).

Told from the point of view of Elysabeth we witness first hand the horrors of this era. The book begins with Elizabeth Woodville hiding in sanctuary as Lancaster once again takes the throne, she is heavily pregnant and is about to give birth. The book ends with Elizabeth once again in sanctuary, this time fearing the worst when her children's legitimacy is questioned. She can do nothing but hope that Elysabeth will come through for her and save her sons. Elysabeth loves the boys, particularly Edward, as a mother, and a mother's love will never give up, and although the Wheel of Fortune tries to thwart her at every turn, she never gives up.

There were numerous occasions when I found myself reaching for the tissues - those poor boys. There were also times when I felt incredibly angry at some of the characters - especially Margaret and Richard III. But when I thought I had pegged these characters firmly into a nice hole they would do something that would make me question my anger - was Margaret a loving mother, rather than a mother with ambition and a cause? Why did Richard suddenly become a just king when he had started out so badly? Was he condemning his nephews or pulling the strings that would ultimately save them? I thought the characters in this book came across as very believable which gave this story a sense of authority.

I really enjoyed the style in which the author writes, and the first person narrative gave it a very personal, almost intimate feel to it. It was certainly a page-turning read and one I enjoyed very much.

The Godmother’s Secret is available on #KindleUnlimited

Amazon

Elizabeth St.John 

Elizabeth St.John spends her time between California, England, and the past. An acclaimed author, historian, and genealogist, she has tracked down family papers and residences from Lydiard Park and Nottingham Castle to Richmond Palace and the Tower of London to inspire her novels. Although the family sold a few country homes along the way (it's hard to keep a good castle going these days), Elizabeth's family still occupy them— in the form of portraits, memoirs, and gardens that carry their legacy. And the occasional ghost. But that's a different story.

Having spent a significant part of her life with her seventeenth-century family while writing The Lydiard Chronicles trilogy and Counterpoint series, Elizabeth St.John is now discovering new family stories with her fifteenth-century namesake Elysabeth St.John Scrope, and her half-sister, Margaret Beaufort.

Social Media Links:

Website, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram, BookBub, Amazon Author Page, Goodreads 

Thank you to The Coffee Pot Book Club for giving me the opportunity to read this book.

I am excited to be hosting the blog tour for Island of Dreams by Harry Duffin #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @duffin26 @cathiedunn

 

Island of Dreams

By Harry Duffin

In May 1939, when Professor Carl Mueller, his wife, Esther, and their three children flee Nazi Germany, and find refuge on the paradise island of Cuba, they are all full of hopes and dreams for a safe and happy future.  

But those dreams are shattered when Carl and Esther are confronted by a ghost from their past, and old betrayals return to haunt them. 

The turbulent years of political corruption leading to Batista’s dictatorship, forces the older children to take very different paths to pursue their own dangerous dreams. 

And - among the chaos and the conflict that finally leads to Castro’s revolution and victory in 1959, an unlikely love begins to grow - a love that threatens the whole family. 

Having escaped a war-torn Europe, their Island of Dreams is to tear them apart forever.

Excerpt

They were sitting on the bank of a small river that bordered the estate. A couple of medium-sized catfish stared up at them, glassy-eyed, from the grass. Anna had gone from triumph at landing her fish to her pet topic of the moment, Freddie Sanchez.

       'I thought you liked him?' Jose said.

       'No. I hate him,' Anna replied.

   ‘Why?’

   ‘He laughed at me for getting your family to share the profits.’

   'I’m not surprised.'

   'And I don't trust him. The way he looks at Mama.' 

   'Do you think he's after her?' Jose asked, wide-eyed.

   'I shouldn't be surprised. She and Papa never speak. They hardly see each other. It would be just like Freddie to take advantage of her. She's so gullible.'

    Jose frowned. ‘What’s gull-bull?

   ‘Gullible. She’s easily...fooled. He could say things to her and she’d believe him.’  

   'Are you jealous?'

   'No!' Anna rounded on him. 'Don't be ridiculous…! Ridiculous!'

   Jose poked the ground with his finger, contrite. 'Sorry'.  

   'He's so smug,' she continued, vehemently. 'He doesn't believe anything can change!'

   'What things?'

   'Here in Cuba. For poor people like you. I said all people should be treated fairly. That they should be equal, and he just laughed!'

   Jose shrugged. 'Maybe they can't.'

   'They can, Jose! My Papa's going to lead the way!' She went on, enthusiasm burning fiercely. 'Tomorrow when the harvest starts your family are going to share in the profits!' 

   'My uncle doesn’t believe that. He says nothing ever changes.'

   'Well, he's stupid..! Hasn't he ever told you about Jose Marti?'

   'Who?'

   'Your great hero. The man who led the revolution against the Spanish! He changed things.'

   Jose frowned. 'When? What?'

   'Back in the last century. He inspired people. He gave them hope. Showed them things can change, if you fight for them.'  

   'What happened to him?'

   'He died in a battle.'

   Jose pondered this piece of information, unconvinced. 

   'Haven't you ever read about him?’ Anna said. ‘About your history?'

   The boy shifted his seat in the grass and picked up a catfish. He turned it in his hands, mumbling something.

   'Pardon? What did you say?'

   'Can't read.'

   Anna was taken aback for a moment. Then brightly said, 'I'll teach you!'

   Jose sniffed. 

   'What are you sniffing at? Don't you want to learn to read?'

   'I can smell something', Jose said looking around. He sniffed again and then stood up. 'There!' 

   Anna stood and looked in the direction of Jose's pointing finger. Beyond the palms thick black smoke was billowing high into the cloudless sky. 

   'The cane's on fire!' Jose yelled.

A long chain of workers passed buckets and anything that could hold water, from the river to the burning cane. The fire had taken hold in various places and was spreading rapidly, fanned by wind created by the searing heat. Their faces blackened, Anna and Jose dashed around the fringes of the flames trying to beat them out with wet palm leaves. 

   Anna thrashed desperately at the blazing sugar cane, choking back tears that weren't just caused by the swirling smoke. 

   But it was hopeless. Within half an hour the ripe crop was reduced to acrid, smouldering ashes. The workers stood, exhausted and tearful, watching the thick pyre of smoke hanging above the ruins of the harvest that was to have changed their lives. 

  Jose's uncle arrived and dismounted from the horse on which he had inspected the far reaches of the plantation. He looked at them, standing ashen-faced among the charred cane. 'All gone. All gone.' 

   Jose sniffed the air. Among the fumes rising from the scorched crop he detected another smell. He sniffed again.  

Freddie looked at his friend, concerned. Suddenly Carl had aged. He looked old and defeated. 'Arson?' 

   'There was petrol everywhere,' Carl replied grimly. 'In several places. Isabel's husband and his cronies, of course.'

   Freddie shrugged, sympathetically. 'But you'll never prove that. They own the island.'

   Carl nodded, conceding the truth of the statement. 

   On hearing the terrible news Esther had taken to her bed, distraught. And when Freddie had arrived at the Mueller house, unannounced, Anna had immediately rounded on him. 

   'What are you here for! Have you come to gloat!'

   'Anna, please!’ her father reproved. 'Have some manners!'  

   It pained Freddie that the young girl whose fiery nature he'd come to admire still bore her grudge, but he didn't show it. 'Actually, I came to offer my condolences. I know that's really no help...'

   'But it's very much appreciated,' Carl said.

   They were silent as Carlotta entered and mutely served them coffee. Her customary happy banter absent. 

   'We're ruined, of course,' Carl said, when she had gone. His voice was broken. 'There's the mortgage on the house, the estate...' He sighed angrily. 'My foolish ideas! My idiotic pride!'

   'Don't blame yourself for other people's failings, Carl. Perhaps, what you tried to do was right.'

   Anna looked at Freddie. 

   Reading her puzzled expression, he continued, 'I never said I didn't agree with you, or your father's principles, Anna. Just that others would see them in a different light.'

   'And you were right,' Carl said gloomily. 'How could I have been so naïve! After what I witnessed in Germany?' He looked at Freddie, appealing. 'What am I do to?'

   'Forgive me for prying, but have you no capital?'

   'No...None.'

   Freddie hesitated, then went on. 'What about...about the necklace?'

   Carl looked at him, enquiringly. 'What? Esther's necklace?'

   'I thought I saw her wearing it. Does she still have it?' 

   'Yes, yes, but she will never part with it.'

   Freddie ignored the remark. Now was not the time for sentimentality. 'Forgive me, Carl. But I had it appraised when you sent it to me. I could get you a very, very good price. One that, I'm assured, would solve a lot of your problems.'

   'Then she will have to let it go!’ said Anna forcefully. Her tone allowed no argument.

   A trace of a smile crossed Freddie’s face. She got that from her mother.

This novel is available for pre-order at Amazon 

Harry Duffin 

Harry Duffin is an award-winning British screenwriter, who was on the first writing team of the BBC’s ‘Eastenders’ and won the Writers’ Guild Award for Best TV serial for ‘Coronation Street’. 

He was Head of Development at Cloud 9 Screen Entertainment Group, producing seven major television series, including ‘Swiss Family Robinson’ starring Richard ‘John Boy’ Thomas, and ‘Twist in the Tale’, featuring William Shatner. 

He was the co-creator of the UK Channel Five teen-cult drama series ‘The Tribe’, which ran for five series. 

He has written three novels, Chicago May, Birth of the Mall Rats [an intro to the TV series ‘The Tribe’], and Island of Dreams, which will be published in December 2022.

Chicago May is the first book of a two-part series: www.chicagomay.com

Website, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram, BookBub, Amazon Author Page, Goodreads

Thank you to The Coffee Pot Book Club for giving me the opportunity to showcase this book.

I am excited to be hosting the blog tour for JULIA PRIMA by Alison Morton #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @alison_morton @cathiedunn

 

JULIA PRIMA

by Alison Morton

“You should have trusted me. You should have given me a choice.”

AD 370, Roman frontier province of Noricum. Neither wholly married nor wholly divorced, Julia Bacausa is trapped in the power struggle between the Christian church and her pagan ruler father. 

Tribune Lucius Apulius’s career is blighted by his determination to stay faithful to the Roman gods in a Christian empire. Stripped of his command in Britannia, he’s demoted to the backwater of Noricum – and encounters Julia.

Unwittingly, he takes her for a whore. When confronted by who she is, he is overcome with remorse and fear. Despite this disaster, Julia and Lucius are drawn to one another by an irresistible attraction.

But their intensifying bond is broken when Lucius is banished to Rome. Distraught, Julia gambles everything to join him. But a vengeful presence from the past overshadows her perilous journey. Following her heart’s desire brings danger she could never have envisaged…

This novel is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Waterstones, Kobo, Apple

Alison Morton

Alison Morton writes award-winning thrillers featuring tough but compassionate heroines. Her nine-book Roma Nova series is set in an imaginary European country where a remnant of the ancient Roman Empire has survived into the 21st century and is ruled by women who face conspiracy, revolution and heartache but with a sharp line in dialogue. 

She blends her fascination for Ancient Rome with six years’ military service and a life of reading crime, historical and thriller fiction. On the way, she collected a BA in modern languages and an MA in history.  

Alison now lives in Poitou in France, the home of Mélisende, the heroine of her latest two contemporary thrillers, Double Identity and Double Pursuit. Oh, and she’s writing the next Roma Nova story.

Alison Morton’s World of Thrillers site, Facebook author page, Twitter, Alison’s writing blog, Instagram, Goodreads, BookBub, Alison’s Amazon page, Newsletter sign-up

Thank you to The Coffee Pot Book Club for giving me the opportunity to showcase this book

Tour Schedule

I am excited to be hosting the blog tour for Brushstrokes from the Past, Soli Hansen Mysteries by Heidi Eljarbo #WW2 #HistoricalFiction #BookReview @HeidiEljarbo @cathiedunn

Brushstrokes from the Past

Soli Hansen Mysteries

By Heidi Eljarbo

WWII and the mid-seventeenth century are entwined in this fourth dual timeline novel about Nazi art theft, bravery, friendship, and romance.

April 1945. Art historian Soli Hansen and her friend Heddy arrive at an excavation site only to find Soli’s old archeology professor deeply engrossed in an extraordinary find in a marsh. The remains of a man have lain undisturbed for three centuries, but there’s more to this discovery…

As Soli tries to understand who the baroque man was and discovers what he carried in a sealed wooden tube, problems arise. A leak reveals the finds to the notorious Lieutenant Colonel Heinz Walter, and soon, both Nazi elite and the Gestapo are after the treasure.

When Heddy and the professor disappear along with the artwork, Soli and her resistance group must find them before it’s too late.

1641. In Amsterdam, French musketeer Claude Beaulieu has had his portrait done by his close friend and artist Rembrandt van Rijn. When a band of thieves steal the precious painting, Claude and his wife Annarosa Ruber pick up their swords and a few belongings and go after the culprits.

Set in Norway during the tumultuous last days of the second world war, as well as the peak of the glorious baroque art period, these two stories are a must for readers who love historical fiction with adventure, suspense, and true love that conquers all.

Review

Brushstrokes from the Past (Book #4 – Soli Hansen Mysteries) by Heidi Eljarbo is a beautifully depicted novel set, for the most part, in occupied Norway during World War Two. 

Soli Hansen, the heroine in this tale, is an unassuming art historian. She owns a respected shop selling beautiful paintings and sketches as well as offering a framing service. But there is more to Soli than meets the eye for she is also part of the Norwegian Resistance and she has made it her mission to save as many paintings stolen from the once prominent Jewish family, the Ruber's, from falling into the hands of the enemy. She is determined to save the paintings and hand them back to the Rubers when they return from wherever the Nazis have sent them (which is so, so sad because Soli has no idea where they are or what has happened to them). Lieutenant Colonel Heinz Walter is also seeking the paintings, not because he wants to aid his Führer dreams of housing all of Europe's greatest treasures and putting them on display in Australia, but because he wants the paintings for himself.

Once again the author has presented her readers with a novel that, once started, was impossible to put down - I read this book in one sitting. The characters are richly drawn and came across as very believable. There were times in this novel where some of the characters take huge risks (especially Heddy) but there are also tender moments of romance and friendship.

This story is set during the final year of the war and follows through to Norway's liberation. There are snippets from the 17th Century as well which tells the backstop behind the painting which I felt really gave this who series an added depth.

I have thoroughly enjoyed this series and it is one that I can see myself reading over and over again.

This novel is available at Amazon

This novel is available to read with #KindleUnlimited subscription. 

Heidi Eljarbo

Heidi Eljarbo is the bestselling author of historical fiction and mysteries filled with courageous and good characters that are easy to love and others you don't want to go near.

Heidi grew up in a home filled with books and artwork and she never truly imagined she would do anything other than write and paint. She studied art, languages, and history, all of which have come in handy when working as an author, magazine journalist, and painter.

After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She and her husband have a total of nine children, thirteen grandchildren—so far—in addition to a bouncy Wheaten Terrier.

Their favorite retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summertime and ski the vast, white terrain during winter.

Heidi’s favorites are family, God’s beautiful nature, and the word whimsical.

Website • Twitter • Facebook • LinkedIn • Instagram • Instagram author page •  Pinterest • Book Bub • Amazon Author Page • Goodreads 

Thank you to The Coffee Pot Book Club for giving me the opportunity to showcase this book.

Tour Schedule

I am excited to be hosting the blog tour Fortunate Son by Thomas Tibor #HistoricalFiction #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @thomastibor57 @maryanneyarde @cathiedunn

 

Fortunate Son

By Thomas Tibor

A powerful, evocative novel that transports the reader to a tense period in America, Fortunate Son is set on a southern college campus during the turbulent spring of 1970. Reed Lawson, an ROTC cadet, struggles with the absence of his father, a Navy pilot who has been Missing in Action in Vietnam for three years.

While volunteering at a drug crisis center, Reed sets out to win the heart of a feminist co-worker who is grappling with a painful past, and to rescue a troubled teenage girl from self-destruction. In the process, he is forced to confront trauma’s tragic consequences and the fragile, tangled web of human connections.

Trigger warnings:

One aspect of this story dramatizes instances of self-harm and makes references to suicide.

Excerpt

Saturday, May 16, 1970

On the night Annabel decided to drown herself, Reed Lawson was drunk. Not falling-down, but close enough. He stumbled out of the packed Rathskeller Bar well past nine o’clock. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes and the pounding of the Rolling Stones’ “Midnight Rambler” bled into the warm Florida night. The bar had advertised LSD—Large Size Drafts—for twenty-five cents, a clever hook to lure in more business.

Reed checked his watch—the same model worn by his father, Commander Frank Lawson, U.S. Navy. Dumbass. An hour late for his shift, which never happened. On time for Reed always meant fifteen minutes early.

He shuffled through the crowded parking lot searching for his car, past students and locals drinking beer, slouching against fenders, passing joints amid the shadows. Then he remembered he’d parked around the corner.

Ten minutes later the Mustang rumbled to the curb in front of a brick bungalow, and Reed stumbled out. Twenty years old, he had a lean, muscled frame that suggested rigid self-discipline. But tonight his swarthy, olive complexion was pale, black hair unkempt, deep-set brown eyes glazed over, Levi’s wrinkled and T-shirt slept in.

Waves of nausea washed over him. Gagging, he was sure he’d vomit. Should’ve eaten something to soak up the beer.

Down the street, the branches of live oaks arched over the sidewalk. A quick gust drove clumps of Spanish moss across the pavement. The university’s iconic Gothic buildings loomed a block ahead—the Florida Polytechnic Institute and State University, better known as Florida Tech.

Reed trudged through patches of weeds that passed for a lawn and onto a porch cluttered with a threadbare sofa, metal chairs, and overflowing ashtrays. A single yellow bulb illuminated a hand-painted sign on the door: Lifelines.

Just what he needed—another Saturday night shift, always the craziest of the week. No way out, though. Maybe two cups of their caffeinated mud would sober him up. With any luck, the call volume would be light.

Reed stepped inside. The hotline phones occupied the bungalow’s largest bedroom, with two desks, two chairs, and a bulletin board papered with warnings about drug side effects, emergency phone numbers, and guidance for handling calls.

Meg was on duty, earnest and professional as usual in sensible shoes, ironed slacks, and a buttoned-up blouse. Her robin’s-egg-blue eyes widened in shock at his drunken, disheveled appearance.

Reed collapsed into the empty chair and mumbled, “Sorry I’m late.”

Meg flicked auburn bangs from a freckled forehead. “Called your dorm earlier. You just missed Annabel.”

His stomach knotted with dread. “What did she want?”

“I tried to find out, but she would only talk to you. Seemed super freaked out. After she split, I called her mom. Turns out Annabel left the house after lunch and hasn’t been back since. Also, her mom found joints and Quaaludes in her room.”

Shit. Annabel’s favorite drug cocktail.

“Sorry,” Meg said. “I begged her to stick around.”

“Not your fault. Any coffee left?”

“Got a fresh pot brewing.”

In the kitchen, every cup was coffee stained. Reed scrubbed and filled one. He listened to the murmur of conversation from the adjacent bedroom—a volunteer talking somebody down from a bad trip. He was way too wiped to deal with anything tonight. Not Annabel, not a tidal wave of callers.

Stepping back into the hotline room, he asked, “Sure she said nothing else?”

“Well, I followed her outside to stall her, but she was in a big hurry. Said something about the river.”

“The river? That’s it?” Annabel must have meant the Black River, where they’d spent so much time together. Reed slammed the coffee mug on the desk, scalding his wrist with the overflow, and raced outside.

—

Moments later the Mustang roared to life, and Reed barreled onto Broad Street—the city’s main east-west artery—and weaved through stop-and-go traffic. He barely noticed the crowd waiting for a table at Rossetti’s Pizza, the gaggle of students watching dryers spin inside Groomers Laundromat, or the usual stoners lingering outside the Second Genesis head shop.

At the first red light, his left hand trembled on the steering wheel as his right massaged the gearshift. A sobering breeze swept in. He rolled the window farther down to invite more cool air, then smacked the wheel. Should have seen it coming. The signs were there, clear as day. When she’d most needed a friend, he’d let her down, pushed her away to wallow in his own despair.

The light was taking forever to change. Screw it. Reed stomped on the gas and roared through the intersection. Horns blared. Oncoming traffic skidded to avoid a collision. He blew through two more red lights before swerving onto the highway that led out of town.

More alert now and pushing the eager V-8 to ninety miles an hour, Reed peered into the rearview mirror every few seconds, expecting to see flashing red lights. Cookie-cutter suburban houses soon gave way to open farmland. The road narrowed to two lanes lined by a thick forest of southern pines.

On a curve, driving as fast as he dared, Reed roared past a truck, then cut off two denim-and-leather-clad bikers astride chopped Harleys. One lifted a middle finger in salute.

After five more miles that felt to Reed like fifty, the Mustang skidded into a dirt parking lot at the river. He pulled alongside a dusty green Chevy, jumped out, and ran to the shore. Familiar bell-bottoms and sandals lay strewn on a thin strip of sand.

“Annabel!”

He scanned the fast-moving current, illuminated only by pale flecks of moonlight slicing through heavy cloud cover. Gnarled branches of cypress and mangrove dangled over the river. Darkened by tannins from decaying vegetation, the tea-colored water gave the Black River its name. If she’d gone in, it would have been here.

“Annabel!”

A cacophony of tree frogs and crickets answered him. What if she already lay at the bottom or had drifted downstream? Heart pounding, he spotted a glimmer of movement in the middle of the river. Annabel? Driftwood? Or just a ripple on the surface?

Ripping off his sneakers, he waded into the inky river, the muddy bottom sucking at his feet. Though a confident pool swimmer, Reed was nervous in water where he couldn’t see the bottom. Shaky, he labored with clumsy strokes to the middle before pausing to tread water.

“Annabel!”

A crane screeched. A stiff breeze quickened the current. Reed imagined water moccasins stirring beneath him, gators paddling in from the riverbank.

“Annabel!”

A memory surfaced from high school English class—beautiful but forsaken Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet plunging from a willow tree to her watery death. If he was too late and her slender body lay somewhere beneath the surface—skin ivory, lips blue, raven hair fanned out—he had only himself to blame.

This novel is available at Amazon

Thomas Tibor

A veteran writer and video producer, Thomas Tibor has helped develop training courses focusing on mental health topics. In an earlier life, he worked as a counselor in the psychiatric ward of two big-city hospitals. He grew up in Florida and now lives in Northern Virginia. Fortunate Son is his first novel.

Website, Twitter, LinkedIn, Instagram, Amazon Author Page, Goodreads 

Thank you to The Coffee Pot Book Club for giving me the opportunity to showcase this novel.

Tour Schedule