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18 September 2024

Ships of War — Murky Waters by Bradley John Blog Tour~@cathiedunn @bradley.john.author @thecoffeepotbookclub





Book Title

Ships of War — Murky Waters


Series

Ships of War


Author

Bradley John


Publication Date

3rd September 2024


Publisher

Historium Press


Page Length

460


Genre

Naval Adventure Fiction 



1791 — England's cannon remain ever silent as her shipping is ruthlessly preyed upon, a detestable state of affairs, though soon to be remedied...

England is ill prepared, Europe is in turmoil and the French Revolution is readying to sweep across the continent. A tedious uneasy peace poises on a knife's edge. Brittana rules the waves, yet as more and more ships mysteriously vanish, it is rightly thought an act of war. However, England needs more time, or all could be lost.

With war looming, Lieutenant Hayden Reginald Cooper, Royal Navy, awaits in Portsmouth braving a bitter cold winter with half pay, beached in a constant state of penury. With little prospects, little "interest" and no chance of promotion or advancement, he is the perfect choice for the Admiralty: unknown, unimportant and wholly dispensable.

As so it begins, a turbulent action-packed naval adventure within the murky waters preceding war, the French piracy soon to discover the grit of a lowly Lieutenant, one who has very little to lose…


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Ships of War — Murky Waters (excerpt) Bradley John ©

The entire weather deck scrambled, the eyes of each officer steadily fixed upon the looming presence. Indeed from the banks had the fog parted and a great darkened shape emerged. The captain expected the worst, a crazed bull charging from the woods and there they sat, limping, nowhere to go. He at once recognised her, a large brig moving quite briskly, but curiously it was not her bowsprit he first beheld. Rather had she turned, now safely running abreast, which is to say parallel with their heads equally advanced.

'Thank god!' the master's mate cried, an experienced hand who once before had suffered his ship to be rammed. Yet jubilation turned to horrid dread. The whites of his keen eyes widened and a paralysing consternation took hold. A row of cannon bore directly upon them, darkened sentinels protruding the gloom. Afore the ghostly ship one by one the long snouts came to bear, evil slits bulging within the vapour, emerging from the hatches as hounds curiously sniffing their prey. About each barrel the mist haplessly wafted, the heaving snorts of a great herd of wild beast, moreover a bevy of seething demons readying to spark. 'Captain, sir!' he gasped. 'She is a pirate!'
The report came in a rolling wave, one shot sent meticulously after the other. It was a moment in time hopelessly dragged, a deafening myriad of mayhem, a horror truly attesting the madness of men. Into the abyss all spoken word descended, consumed and strangled, forever muffled as man and ship despaired within the relentless fury of many an eight pound shot. The decks trembled, desperately shuddering as the iron passed easily through her timbers. Each fiery shot laid true its waste, eventually stifled within the bowels of her hull. She splintered from fore to aft, chips flying violently amidst the chaos. A terrible confusion reigned, holier than a winter's storm bearing wildly upon a festering sea. Indiscriminately did men fly, hideously plucked from their stations, some thrown directly into the sea whilst others soaked red their dye upon the decks. Amidst their scattered cries the storm all but gathered, fearing never to relent. The thunder ever growled, blazing sparks promoting the might of every thump. With every flash thereafter tallied a horrid boom, attesting to each murderous strike the fury within. Blow after blow continued, felt deep within the hull and the ship rocked forcibly, helpless to stay the undeniable might of each unwanted incursion.



Bradley John Tatnell (aka "Bradley John") is an Australian novelist whose ancestry can be traced back to the Norman Conquest in England. His forbears lived mostly in Kent, Hertfordshire and the Isle of Thanet. Some were mariners and some were even of the aristocracy.


His direct ancestors arrived in Australia soon after its colonisation in the late 1700's, most of which were proud country folk. James Squire, a notable character in history, who arrived on the first fleet in 1788, was his (sixth) great grandfather.


Bradley John graduated from the Church of England Grammar School at age 16 and the Queensland University of Technology at age 19. His early life was spent mainly in the arena of law.


Bradley John has a love of all things ancient and historical, including golf, to which he plays with ye old hickory shafted clubs including the original heads from pre-1935. He also studies the ancient art of Korean sword, having attained master level.


His love of language, in all its forms, now extends to the pursuit of conquering Hangul, the language of the Korean people.

Bradley John has been privately writing novels since 2003. "Ships of War — Murky Waters", his first publication, births a series of naval adventure fiction intended to span the length of the French Revolutionary Wars. This of course is the much loved genre which includes the thundering Hornblower series by C.S. Forester, the Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian and the popular "Master and Commander" blockbuster by Peter Weir.


Owing to Bradley John's English heritage, no guesses are needed to determine which side the book's heroes will sail upon…


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The Celestial Contract by Elizabeth Boyer, W.B. Dineen Book Blitz!

 

The Celestial Contract
Elizabeth Boyer, W.B. Dineen

Publication date

 August 14th 2024

Genres

Metaphysical and Visionary Fiction

Thousands of years ago, Earth was hijacked by a self-appointed group of puppet masters. Their objective? To keep humanity from remembering why we have incarnated onto our planet—to keep us ignorant of the contract we signed with God before we came.

The powers-that-be have created and perpetrated falsehoods, distractions, and illusions, so we no longer have any idea what life on Earth is supposed to be—what reality truly is. We struggle with the most basic principles of living, unaware the game has changed.

An evolution is coming that will alter the landscape of civilization forever. If we want to evolve, we need to wake up now, and honor our covenant with the Divine. The alternative is being cast into eternal darkness.

The Celestial Contract is a harrowing story of what is happening in our world today. It explains who we are, why we’re here, and why we have lost all control over our lives.

“The information in this book blew my mind! I’ve searched for answers to philosophical questions about why we (humans) are on Earth, and what our purpose is … I’m both surprised and delighted by the answers. I want another book stat!”
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My life’s journey has encompassed many challenges. Challenges that have underscored the knowledge that there is a bigger landscape of existence than what is seen on the surface—we’re born into families, we go to school to learn, then we get jobs, get married, have kids, and the cycle keeps repeating ad nauseam.

While I had accomplished the seemingly expected tasks, my life still seemed devoid of purpose. I was left with the following questions: Why am I doing this? What is it all about? Who is in charge and where can I register my complaint that I am not fulfilled? I want more.

Growing up in the Catholic Church, going exclusively to Catholic schools, I didn’t learn any of the information I was seeking. I was essentially told, “This is the way it is. Don’t ask questions. Just accept your instructions and live within the confines of them.” While some of what I was taught rang true, I instinctively knew it wasn’t the full story.

In my search for enlightenment, I read copious books, took many courses, and listened to every expert I could find who spoke on the idea of a deeper meaning to life. I learned about things my upbringing would have eschewed as heresy, but as I didn’t fully trust religious indoctrination, I needed to find out what else was out there.

In a bid to understand why I’m on this planet and what my bigger purpose is, I pried open my mind and entertained a multitude of possibilities. I participated in past life regression; I visited psychics and other clairvoyants; I spoke to shamans and other holy people outside of Christianity; and still, I couldn’t assimilate a vision I could totally get behind.

During this time, when I had no money to spare, I was drawn to spend ten thousand dollars to attend hypnotherapy school. It was an absurd amount for someone who sold her platelets at the blood bank just to gather enough vouchers to take her child to Disneyland.

Ten thousand dollars was a king’s ransom to me and could have alleviated many of my day-to-day struggles. The fact that I was willing to take out a student loan to pay for it confirmed the rightness of my attraction to hypnotherapy. No amount of money seemed too much if it meant continuing my path to enlightenment.

Long after graduating, I began working with a woman who was facing her life’s greatest challenge. She was distressed because her body was unable to carry a pregnancy to term and she desired nothing more than to understand why she couldn’t attain her heart’s desire.

While “in state” during hypnosis, it became clear that my client, Emma, was attracting other presences. Worrying they might not all be benevolent, we began a process of weeding through the curious entities who wanted to take part in our sessions.

That’s when Emma’s spirit guide introduced herself to my client and created the rule for protection. The rule being, if Therie (as she called herself) wasn’t present during the attempted communication, then Emma was to walk away and not participate in it.

You might wonder why Emma would trust a random spirit who just showed up during hypnosis. How did Emma know she was safe? My client had been interested in spiritual endeavors since she was a child, and during a particularly rough patch, a beautiful woman showed up in her dreams to offer comfort and encouragement. This woman was Therie.

When she awoke, Emma didn’t remember anything but the feeling of pure love and joy she had experienced during that encounter, and she was desperate to feel it again. For years she tried to return to the location where Therie came to her, but she was never able to recreate the experience. At least she wasn’t able to consciously remember it.

In any event, that’s why Emma recognized Therie twenty years later in hypnosis. She had no doubt her spirit guide was who she claimed to be, and that she could be trusted.

During our sessions, one entity became more persistent than the others. The only problem was that this being could not decrease its vibration to the point where meaningful contact could be made. Therie assured Emma the contact was vital and the only solution was to increase Emma’s vibration to meet them halfway.

As such, my client’s guide worked with us until Emma could link up with the being from the other side. This process took months, and while we grew impatient to understand what it was all about, Therie continued to assure us we would eventually have all our questions answered.

When Emma’s vibration level finally increased enough that she was able to talk to the being, she refused to tell me what it was saying. All I heard on my end was Emma’s persistent response, “I’m not telling Gen that. Nope, not going to do it.” This went on for several sessions, and I started to wonder if I was ever going to know what was being said.

Eventually, Emma’s contact offered her a deal of sorts. If she would step aside and let them speak, they would help her body heal so she could finally bear the life she longed for. She would finally be able to conceive and carry a baby to term. This was an offer akin to waving a fistful of candy bars in front of a young child. Emma, who still hadn’t achieved her greatest dream—and because Therie encouraged her to do it—signed up to simply step aside and let the contact give voice through her. She was as surprised as I was by the scope of information that came through.

The focus of this book is what we learned during that time. The being—which turned out to be multiple beings united in one light—not only answered every question I’ve ever had about existence, but they also relayed their purpose for making contact. That purpose was to warn the inhabitants of Earth of an upcoming evolution that would change human life as we have come to know it. Forever.

They explained something called a Celestial Contract, which is the ultimate contract every human makes with God—or the Universe, if you prefer—before incarnating into this world. If this vow is honored, all other contracts become null and void. This one pact is our purpose, it is our destiny, and yet it is something we largely remain unaware of.

AHL, our friends from beyond, explained that their message needs to reach people, to wake them up to their real purpose before the time of astronomical metamorphosis. In addition to explaining this contract, they shared Universal Truths so far beyond limited human understanding that it left me overwhelmed—and I had pursued answers to these questions my entire adult life.

The bottom line is that we are not alone, and we must allow the seed of the Divine to bloom within us before it’s too late.

We have no choice but to adhere to the terms of our Celestial Contract or reap the consequences.

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 cowboys and long forgotten promises!


Galloping Into Marriage

by Sonja Gunter

Genre

 Contemporary Romance 


Can a Rodeo Queen turn a City Boy from his carefree bachelor ways into a cowboy for a ride into the sunset?

Rosalind Dunne, a twenty-five year old barrel racer, is in need of a husband, to gain her inheritance in full, to open a horse sanctuary. While in Las Vegas at a competition, she plots a way to outsmart the old fashion marriage stipulation put on her trust by her grandfather.

In Vegas to attend a friend’s wedding, confirmed bachelor, Allan Smith, owner of a New York brokerage firm, wakes up in the morning to find a wedding band on his finger. The problem is he can’t remember the ceremony or the bride.

Rosalind and Allan don’t want to be married or fall in love. But does a City Boy become a cowboy and find true love with a Rodeo Queen?

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Stupid wannabes.

Her gloved fingers tightened on the reins. Dawn jerked her head in protest. Disgust replaced Rosalind’s smile. She reached down, petted her mare’s neck. On the edge of refusing to ride unless the officials did something, she sensed being watched. She scanned the crowd. Her search ended when she reached the group. One of the men stood. His bold, unbroken stare gave her butterflies in the pit of her belly.

Omigod.

He’s so hot he could melt ice cubes on a cold day in Minnesota. He didn’t compare to the tough, good-looking bull, bareback, and bronco riders she was around all the time. This man was different.

Blond hair.

I need to breathe, damn it.

His sun-kissed locks, however, stuck out like a casino in a church district. Her smile turned to a chuckle when she noticed the way his midnight black Stetson was angled on his head. Didn’t the man know wearing his hat that way meant he was single and looking for company?

Her lips curled upward, and she returned his stare. Tipping her hat to him, she looked away first, not liking the unsettling feeling he gave her.

“You ready, Rosalind?” Sam patted her leg.

“Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Focus on the run. And only the run.” Sam tightened the cinch, ensuring the saddle wouldn’t slip during her run, before stepping away.

She nodded and ran through her routine checklist mode. First, she brushed at her fringed western shirt to make sure it was tucked into her jeans. Absentmindedly, she touched each of the white-coated snaps, ensuring all were fastened properly. Next, she tugged her hat string tight for good measure and turned her head to feel the weight of her braid on her back.

Everything was set.

It was one of the things her grandpa had drilled into her. She couldn’t spare any deductions for improper dress. The National Barrel Horse Association judges were strict when it came to points concerning the dress codes and could fine members up to twenty-five dollars per violation. 

“Rosalind Dunne, rider number fifteen, to the gate.”

With her legs, she nudged Dawn forward to the starting line and turned her attention to the signal. The flag was her center point, second to the words. She waited and waited.

“Ready,” the voice paused. “Go!”

The flag dropped.

Dawn didn’t need any urging. She tore off like the proverbial bat out of hell. It was why Rosalind never had to use spurs or kick her horse at the start of the run.

Fifteen, sixteen, and turn, Rosalind mindlessly counted off in her head to assure herself she was in time with each long stride Dawn took. They rounded barrel one and then barrel two with no problems. As they neared the third barrel, the dreaded turn, she heard the shouts, whistles, and the catcalls. She used all her experience to avoid a catastrophe during the turn.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalind didn’t miss seeing the blond-haired man stand and wave. For a split second, her attention was taken away from Dawn as the man lurched, ready to fall face first into the arena. She braced herself for disaster, except at the last second, another spectator saved the falling man.

Even with the distraction, she completed the hairpin turn with the stirrups nearly touching the ground. She steadied herself for the last leg of the run by loosening up on the reins and giving Dawn her head. They blasted toward home at a dead run.

With unbelievable speed, Dawn ran.

Her adrenalin was high. She loved the feel of the air on her face and the power of Dawn beneath her.

“Fifteen-point-nine seconds for Rosalind Dunne.” The announcer shouted into the intercom.


Dealer’s Soul

Dealer’s Choice Book 2  


A comeback that no one expected in barrel racing and love.

Alisa Highland’s love for horses and barrel racing has been put through a lot since coming off a suspension from the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association. Hardships and obstacles push her to her limits, and she turns to the cowboys to make ends meet to save her ranch.

Dr. Lance Rangle, her ex-fiancé, returns to help his father with the veterinarian clinic. An emergency visit brings Alisa and him, face-to-face. Their encounter reveals they still have feelings for each other.

The past lunges forward, and their unfinished business comes front and center. Will their love be enough to survive life’s new hurdles?

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The exit for Highway Fourteen came into view, Alisa

turned on her signal, and breathed easier. She couldn’t lose

another horse.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Through the falling snow the Countryside Veterinary

Hospital building appeared. Alisa hauled ass into the parking

lot. Jamming the shifter into park, she hurried to the trailer.

The horrid stench gagged her. With shaking hands, she

unlocked the side door.

“May I help you?”

Did Dr. Rangle have a cold? His voice was deeper than

normal.

“Can’t you smell it? I don’t know what’s wrong. I stopped

—I checked on him—and found him—he seems to be in

pain. He’s been whinnying and shit all over.”

Freeing the lead rope, the shadows hid Dr. Rangle and

then she saw he was positioned at the opened rear gate.

“Ready here,” he shouted.

His voice barely audible, but yet she heard the anxiety in

the two words.

“Back, Xavier, back.”

Her commands didn’t work. Xavier resisted and reared up.

She clicked her tongue again and again until he stepped

backward out of the trailer.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Again, despite the situation she thought Dr. Rangle

sounded different. She extended her hand and the rope to

him once he’d moved out of the shadows.

Alisa’s eyes widened. Her heart thumped in her chest.

The man next to her wasn’t old Dr. Rangle, but his son Lance.

The one and only man who she’d loved and now hated for all

time.

When had he returned?

This was really bad juju so close to Christmas.

“You didn’t have to be so rude to Patty, my receptionist.”

“I know who Patty is. What are you—never mind. Where

is your dad?”

“He’s in South Dakota. I’m the veterinarian on call.”

Lance put a gloved hand on Xavier’s nose. “What did you feed

this horse?”

“His name is Xavier. I gave him regular feed and some I

purchased at the competition in Oklahoma. I didn’t have—I

used more than I brought, but I got the same brand I feed at

home.”

“Did you check to make sure it was fresh? If you happen

to have any left, I’d like to run some tests on it. I will take him

inside. Use the hose on your boots before you come in.”

“Yeah, right.”

Lance led Xavier around the building to a side entrance.

Alisa followed hastily. Just inside of the door to the left, a sink

had a hose attached to the faucet. She rinsed off her boots

then went into the hospital. The tile floor emphasized each of

her strides. She pushed open a pair of blue doors.

Squinting from the flood of bright lights, she found Lance

sitting at a workstation with small machines. Gone was his

shoulder length brown hair, it was now short, and he was

sporting a close-cut short beard and mustache. 

If Yesterday Could Talk

by Sonja Gunter

Genre

 Contemporary Romance


Would you remember a promise made twenty years ago?

A promise is a promise, right? Even if it was made twenty years ago.

Rane Schoen’s promise to marry the boy she once met on an airplane is long forgotten.

Mark Christmenn, now the President and owner of his family coffee business, MAC Companies, plans on keeping the promise. Until his well-orchestrated and lonely life flashes in front of him, when he is shot by a drug cartel, who had been using his coffee bean shipments to smuggle drugs. He second guesses the old promise.

Chance brings the two of them together, but neither recognizes the other from twenty years ago. Will their sexual attraction be enough to fulfill the promise they made as kids?

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I was born and raised in the cold and beautiful Minnesota, but I escaped to Illinois for seventeen years to raise my two boys, and now I call Florida home. My husband Andy, who’s always been my hero, has put up with my late night computer typing and endless stacks of papers with my stories on them. We have one furry friend as family: Chip, a sixteen year old ragdoll cat.

Life has been full of ups and downs, but I’ve made it through the hard times. I love to travel and go to Disney World to trade pins. I’ve been a bowler for many years, and you can catch me writing my next novel at the lanes.

I encourage you to check out my web site, www.sonjagunter.com for more info and don’t be surprised if I let my Norwegian heritage come through in my stories.

Go Vikings! You betcha!

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