Tuesday, July 4, 2023

My last post contained an error; here's the (important) correction

 It started out all right:

And who doesn't like free books? Here's the link to the reader sign-up:

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The Summer Fling does run from July 4 to August 4, 2023 but the book I'm offering is my second, Most Secret, not A Peculiar Enchantment. Lots of other authors are participating and they're giving away ebooks, too.  


Set at the outset of the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745, it involves treason, murder, romance, and arson. And it’s even occasionally funny:

 They rode north by the highway that ran from Kirkcaldy to Newport, where a ferry crossed the Tay to Dundee. Through the whole journey, some fifteen or eighteen miles, Alex tried to decide what to do. He was guarded by a corporal and several privates, making any attempt to escape a forlorn hope.

“It’s a fine, new building,” the corporal said chattily as they reined in before a great, steepled building fronted by an arcade. A number of men were idling there, talking in low voices. Even without being able to make out the words, there was an air of palpable tension. He’d sensed something very like it as they had ridden through the town: a sensation like that when amber is rubbed on silk.

 “They call this the Town House, and the official offices are here. I’m told the cells are not bad. As cells go,” Corporal Fisk added.

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