15 April 2022

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At Any Cost

by Andrea Kane

March 21 - April 15, 2022 Virtual Book Tour

Synopsis:

At Any Cost by Andrea Kane

Aimee Bregman had the perfect life. She had an enviable job as head of marketing for an up-and-coming CBD-infused beer that was taking the tri-state area by storm. She had cultivated a massive social media following that showcased the beer at college campus parties and alumni events―and had fun doing it. She had an attentive, steady boyfriend and friends who believed in her. Everything was going right.

But when her long-time mentor, Rita, sets up a business meeting with an important influencer―her life crashes all around her. The casual meeting over drinks suddenly devolves into a shouting match between all parties, and any chance of a new business relationship is over before it begins. Hours later, when the NYPD shows up at Aimee's apartment, questioning her about Rita's abrupt disappearance―foul play suspected―Aimee realizes she's in way over her head.

Fearing that Rita has been murdered, and that she may be next, Aimee hires Forensic Instincts to keep her safe and figure out what's really going on.

Forensic Instincts, a brilliant investigative firm who walks the fine line between legal and illegal, solves challenging and high-profile cases when the bureaucratic restrictions imposed on law enforcement get in the way of achieving results. But neither Aimee nor Forensic Instincts realize how ruthless, how connected, their adversaries are. As dangerous and powerful people are threatened with exposure, anyone is fair game for elimination. And when multiple victims die at the hands of a sociopathic serial killer, it gets harder and harder to tell where the battle lines are drawn… and who might die next.

Book Details:

Genre: Suspense Thriller
Published by: Bonnie Meadow Publishing LLC
Publication Date: March 22nd 2022
Number of Pages: 384
ISBN: 168232043X (ISBN13: 9781682320433)
Series: Forensic Instincts #9 | Each Can Be Read as a Stand Alone Novel
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

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1

Brightington University
Birchmont, Westchester County, New York
Eight years ago

A kill for a kill.

Weeks of watching and waiting. Plans devised. Soon to be meticulously executed. Mid-November. Football season nearing its peak. Thursday night. Nine p.m. Campus in early-weekend party mode. Undergrads drinking. Smoking up at the frat houses. Athletic building deserted.

Nearly deserted.

His target was there. Alone. Thursday night was his late night during football season. That’s when he reviewed his game strategy and player weaknesses. That’s when he targeted the next eager kid to torture until he broke.

The bastard wouldn’t be breaking anyone ever again. Not the way he’d broken Hank.

As the star quarterback in high school, Hank had gotten a full-ride Division 1 scholarship. Since he’d come from a dirt-poor family, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. A first-rate college education with a shot at the NFL. It was supposed to be a life-changing event.

Instead, it turned out to be a death sentence.

His executioner had been Pete Rice. Football coach? Bullshit. Rice hadn’t coached Hank; he’d tortured him, driven him—until he’d blown out his knee on a rain-soaked football field junior year, ending his college career, his dreams. And in the end, his life.

It was first down and goal.

Rice was about to find out the true meaning of payback.

The campus grounds were soggy, leftover patches of wet leaves and an endless span of slick grass, made worse by the cold, steady rainfall. The bare trees swayed as rain pounded their branches. A wet mess. Treacherous, like a wet football field.

Slugging through the debris, he approached the athletic building, pausing yards away to don the black ski mask. He then tugged his hood back into place. No point in taking chances. Security cameras were everywhere. He didn’t need his face to be captured. Other than the mask, he could be any college student. A waterproof parka that swallowed up his body. Jeans and combat boots. Standard college garb.

He reached the building and slid Hank’s ID card into the entry slot. The card still worked. Too soon for it to be deactivated.

He was in. He wriggled into his latex gloves.

The office door was unlocked. Rice was at his desk, files spread across it. He was scribbling something on one of them, brows knit in concentration, totally focused on his work.

Clueless that he was about to die.

In one fluid motion, he was inside the office, the door closed behind him. Rice leapt to his feet, snatching the heavy football trophy on his desk as he rounded the front of it to defend himself against the intruder.

Without a word, the killer whipped out a pistol and fired two bullets, one into each of Rice’s kneecaps. Rice howled, collapsing to the floor in pain. The trophy hit the floor beside him with a thud.

The assailant moved quickly—four long strides until he was behind Rice, dragging him back to his chair and heaving him into it. He shoved a rag in the coach’s mouth to stifle his screams, then moved behind him, wrapping a strong arm in a choke hold around Rice’s throat. He pocketed his pistol, pulled out a zip tie, and leaned down to cinch the writhing man’s ankles together. That done, he slapped a digital voice recorder on the desk, with the record feature on. He yanked the rag out of Rice’s mouth, tossed it aside, and anchored his forearm against the left side of the coach’s neck, using his free hand to pull as tight against the carotid artery as he chose to—for now.

A rush of power surged through him. He could taste victory.

But there was work to be done before the final play.

“You killed Hank Bishop,” he growled. “I want details.”

When he got no answer, only a violent trembling of Rice’s body, he tightened the pressure around his neck. “Talk.”

“Car crash…” the coach gasped. “I didn’t…”

“Wrong answer.” His grip tightened still more, enough so Rice was on the verge of losing consciousness. The coach struggled in vain, his struggles weak and fading.

His soon-to-be executioner eased the pressure the tiniest fraction. He knew just what it would take. And he wasn’t ready. Not until he got what he wanted.

“Wanna die?” he asked in a flat tone that was chillingly devoid of emotion.

Terrified, blood oozing down his legs, Rice gave a feeble shake of his head.

“Good. Because this is what it will feel like.”

He increased the pressure until Rice passed out. Slowly, he eased the choke hold until the scumbag came to.

“Now I’ll ask my question again,” he said calmly. “Why is Hank dead? Why was he in that car crash? This is your last chance. I want to hear it all—what you did, how you did it, what you drove him to.”

Rice was drenched in sweat, his entire body shuddering, choking sounds coming from his throat.

No further coercion was necessary.

Between gasps for air, the coach spilled his guts, revealing everything he’d done, everything that had happened—plus a whole lot more that was happening still.

Interesting stuff. Some of which he knew about. Still more of which he didn’t. It was even bigger than what he’d come here to learn. But frankly, he didn’t give a shit. He’d originally planned to take the voice recorder with him to relive Rice’s agonized confession whenever he chose to. But it really didn’t matter. He’d committed the bastard’s words to memory. So instead, he’d leave the recorder here, let the cops hear the entire confession, including the big-picture part that had nothing to do with Hank but that would send their investigation in the entirely wrong direction—a direction his employer wouldn’t appreciate, but that was his problem.

His adrenaline pumping, he tightened his choke hold into a death grip, pressing against the carotid artery, closing it off and squeezing the life out of his victim.

A minute later, Rice was dead.

***

Excerpt from At Any Cost by Andrea Kane. Copyright 2022 by Andrea Kane. Reproduced with permission from Andrea Kane. All rights reserved.

My Thoughts

At Any Cost by Andrea Kane is a Forensic Instincts #9. Forensic Instinct is a private investigative firm that includes, Casey, the owner, Ryan, the tech guy with his computer Yoda, and the other members, Marc, Patrick, and Hutch all played important roles in the solving of crimes. The other member of the team is Claire, the clairvoyant whose instincts are pivotal in solving cases.

Aimee Bregeman, works for a company that is trying to expand its business,  CBD infused beer is the product of the brainchild of Nick Colotti. Her role as Marketing Manager is to promote, promote and promote the company and product. And promote she does. She gets in contact with her mentor from college, Rita Edwell. Rita puts her in touch with an influencer Chris Maher, hoping to get him to invest in the company. She meets with him along with Rita, but the meeting does not go as well as planned. Chris is angry and throws around threats. The threats have Amy spooked and she enlists the assistance of Forensic Instincts. 

There is also a serial killer on the loose, we are allowed to get into the mind of the killer, but who is it and what is the motive? We learn of a football coach who has disappeared years before, then Rita goes missing. The disappearances are suspected murders by the police but there are no bodies to prove it.

Then we also learn about the mob, how they fit into all of the murders, and what they have to do with Aimee. She becomes threatened but the team is dedicated to protecting her at all costs. Chris is the next victim, his was no disappearance but still, the team find that there is a connection. His murder is very showy, which makes the team think that there are reasons that go way back and involve the mob.

Can the team protect Aimee, and find out and capture the killer before he continues on his quest to kill Aimee and not just scare her. All the team members with their unique skills work as fast as they can to sift through the clues that they have amassed.

I admit I have not read the whole series but I think I read a few previous ones. Except for some newer members, the team is a dedicated crime solver agency. I loved how fast-paced the book is. The characters are well written and their talents are innumerable. The only problem I had was I had it figured out who the killer was about three-quarters of the way through the book. I just could not figure out why.

All in all, I did enjoy the book and look forward to the next in the series! I give the book a 4-star rating! Loved it! 

Author Bio:

Andrea Kane

Andrea Kane is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty-one novels, including seventeen psychological thrillers and fourteen historical romantic suspense titles. With her signature style, Kane creates unforgettable characters and confronts them with life-threatening danger. As a master of suspense, she weaves them into exciting, carefully-researched stories, pushing them to the edge—and keeping her readers up all night.
Kane’s first contemporary suspense thriller, Run for Your Life, became an instant New York Times bestseller.

She followed with a string of bestselling psychological thrillers including No Way Out, Twisted and Drawn in Blood.

Her latest in the highly successful Forensic Instincts series, At Any Cost, showcases the dynamic, eclectic team of investigators as they square off against a criminal organization with a serial killer as a hit man. The first showcase of Forensic Instincts’ talents came with the New York Times bestseller, The Girl Who Disappeared Twice, followed by The Line Between Here and Gone, The Stranger You Know, The Silence That Speaks, The Murder That Never Was, A Face To Die For, Dead In A Week, No Stone Unturned and At Any Cost.

Kane’s beloved historical romantic suspense novels include My Heart’s Desire, Samantha, Echoes in the Mist, and Wishes in the Wind.

With a worldwide following of passionate readers, her books have been published in more than twenty languages.

Kane lives in New Jersey with her family. She’s an avid crossword puzzle solver and a diehard Yankees fan.

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Ethereal Bodies by @theskywriteshere Book Blitz and Giveaway!1 #XpressoTours @XpressoTours

Ethereal Bodies
Ali Lucia Sky
(The Powers That Be, #3)
Publication date: April 11th 2022
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

What happens when a Maker falls in love and no amount of wishing will bring back his soulmate?

Lexa Penby has always been happy being the loyal friend. She knows her worth and forgiving the Maker, Tristan, for his many transgressions is a big ask. When it’s revealed that thanks to him and her best friend, Thea, her old life is over. She has to make the ultimate choice.

Meanwhile, the demon world has re-awakened and one mate is committing the most consummate betrayal.

Note: ETHEREAL BODIES is a New Adult book and for readers over the age of 18+ due to sexual content, substance abuse, references to sexual assault and profanity.

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February 8, 2022 – Wishcraft
April 11, 2022 – Ethereal Bodies

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“I don’t even like y’all fuckers anymore,” Gwen harrumphs. “You’re annoying, Lex. I really hate that Mickey’s a better mean girl than me when she wants to be. She can’t do that. That’s my role. And I hate that Thea just walked in here and stole everyone away–except Megan, and let’s be honest, she’s the booby prize.” She slaps her hands on her lap and looks miserable. “I guess I’ll notify AAMU of my acceptance. My dad’s going to have a shitfit that we can’t get the application fee back from PUH. I’ll start looking at Gen-Ed courses tonight.”

She stands and stretches. “I hate you, you horrid fuck, Lexa. I really hope y’all are worth it. Now press them titties against mine!” She opens her arms. “Bring it in, Penby.”

I smirk and move in for a hug.

“Nothing feels better than girl tits against girl tits.” She snuggles in closer and presses her face against mine. “Well, I guess that isn’t true. But it is the best thing you can do with a girl with her clothes on.” Gwen murmurs in my ear wiggling to hug me tighter, pushing her knee between mine and her thigh into the juncture of my thighs. “You’re soft, Penby.”

“You’re a hair away from a sexual assault, Lapsley,” I say laughing. “But, thanks. The boobs are wasted on me. No one has touched them other than me and an occasional accidental grope from Michaela during her sleep, in a not sexy way.”

Gwen pulls back far enough for us to be nose to nose. “You really didn’t fuck that hot motherfucker?”

I shake my head. Gwen hugs me again and wiggles suggestively against me. “I will totally pity fuck you, Lex.”

I close my eyes tight and shake with laughter. Pulling away I hold up a hand, “No need, I’m good.”

Gwen grabs my hand. “It’s not a new thing for me. I’m good at it. Bi-wonderous even. I’m fucking aces at eating bitches out. Take off those leggings and let’s play doctor.” She pinches the fabric from the side of my hip and tugs them down.

“NO! Hard pass!” I laugh and turn away from her, moving to my dresser to pick up her keys then tossing them to her.

“Fine. I’ve got shit to do.” Gwen sighs. “I’m leaving the offer on the table. You are a hot piece of ass, and women need to help each other out. Especially friends. Pussy Power!”

I nod my head slowly and mouth the words ‘pussy power’ back at her. She holds up her hand for a fist bump and heads out.

Author Bio:

Ali Lucia Sky is the author of The Powers That Be series. She lives in Southern California with her husband and a house full of kitty cats and a yard full of crows.

She loves laughing, drinking good coffee, the smell of pizza, and supporting animal rescues.

When she isn’t writing or dreaming of new stories, she can be found planning her next vacation because traveling is LIFE.

If you encounter her in the wild, don’t be offended if she should run away. She’s timid with strangers, but can be plied with shiny things and pictures of your cat or dog.

She’s a weirdo like that.

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First Comes Love
Rachael Brownell

Publication date: April 14th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

For lovers of second chances, small town romances, and happily ever afters…

Chloe

They say everyone has one true love, one person who was made just for them. A person they were meant to spend the rest of their life with. Who souls are intertwined.

For me, that person was Wyatt.

Our love was perfect. When we were together, nothing else mattered. Not college. Not our parents. Because our relationship wasn’t about anyone else.

We had big plans for our future together.

The thing about life… it doesn’t always go as planned.

It’s been five years since I’ve been home. Since I’ve laid eyes on the only man I’ll love in this lifetime.

And in a town this small, there’s no chance I’ll be able to avoid him for long. Or anyone else from my past.

Addison

From the moment I first laid eyes on Adam, I knew I was in trouble. There was a tension between us, chemistry I couldn’t deny. The way he was looking at me, as if he could see straight into my soul, sent my heart into overdrive.

After an hour together, I knew. He was the one. The one who would make me want to change everything. Who could make me believe in love again. In the idea of happily ever afters.

And he did.

His love and two tiny pink lines were about to change my entire life.

The thing about life… it doesn’t always go as planned.

I’ve been here before. It was the worst experience of my life and I’m not sure I’ll survive this time.

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EXCERPT:

Flipping my light on, I lift my window and slide out onto the roof of the porch. Looking over the edge, my eyes meet Wyatt’s and realize how real his fear is. His eyes are wide, and his hands are shaking as he grips the sides of the ladder, his foot poised on the bottom rung.

“I’m right here. You can do this. I promise,” I say with confidence.

Nodding, Wyatt slowly climbs the ladder, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he’s safely on the roof, he scrambles through my window, sitting on the floor inside my window. Climbing in behind him, I find him panting heavily, a panic attack on the horizon.

Holding him in my arms until he calms down, I rub my hand up and down his back and kiss the top of his head. I’ve had one panic attack in my life, and it wasn’t pleasant. If I had known that this would send him spiraling into one, I never would have asked him to do it. I would have found another way.

“I’m sorry,” I say when his breathing finally returns to normal.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“Um, yes there is. I pushed you to climb that ladder. If I had known—”

“It’s not something I’m proud of, but heights scare the shit out of me. They always have. I don’t know why but there was going to come a time I was going to have to face that fear, and tonight turned out to be the night. At least it was for a good reason,” he replies, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Oh yeah? I’m a good reason.”

“The best reason. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Chloe. You have to know that by now. I love you.”

And just like that, my world turned upside down. All it took were three little words.

He’d never said them before, but I knew how he felt. I felt the same. Falling in love with Wyatt had been easy. We’d been together for four months and I’d fallen for him a little more each day. It was the little things like the way he looked at me or how he showed me he cared.

Tonight, on the floor of my bedroom, I fell the rest of the way. I knew he was the one. We were meant to meet, to find each other. One night changed everything for both of us.

“I love you too,” I reply, pressing my lips to his.



Rachael Brownell is an Amazon bestselling author of contemporary, New Adult, and YA romance.

She lives in Michigan with her husband, son, snuggly dog, and hateful cat. She moonlights as a bartender a few days a week (her excuse to get out of the house and socialize) and writes full time. She published her first novel in 2013 and since she’s released more than 30 additional titles.

Rachael writes all kinds of romance – dark, sexy, sweet. She started her career writing young-adult romance and as she matured, so did her characters and her writing. These days, Rachael writes steamy, new adult romance. Her favorite tropes to write are small-town and friends to lovers.

When she’s not hiding in her office, writing her next novel, you can find her hanging out with her family, watching her son play baseball, or running on the treadmill at the gym (though she skips more days than she goes).

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14 April 2022

Hidden Scars by Carmen Rosales New Release and Giveaway!

 

Hidden Scars by Carmen Rosales 

Publication Date: April 14, 2022 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

   

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Hillside Academy should be the answer to her prayers. But, seventeen-year-old Khalani Martinez is still reeling from the pain of her brother’s death. An elite private school, complete with trust fund snobs, is not going to relinquish her pain. You can take the girl off the streets, but the hard, cold truth of Arizona’s Hillside streets and their unforgiving gangs will forever be a part of her. High school heartthrob and football star, Aiden Sincere refuses to admit his feelings for the new, mysterious, Mexican girl who piques his interest. After all, he could have any girl at Hillside–and pretty much has. However, something about Khalani and her sassy mouth has him wanting more than their constant banter and detestation of one another. But when Aiden discovers who Khalani really is and uncovers the truth about her past, everything changes. Can he convince Khalani that her hidden scars are safe with him?

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 Carmen Rosales is an author of short story romance books. She writes for fun and loves spending time with her family. When she is not writing, she is reading. She loves romance and has a passion for this genre. She is an Army veteran and is currently completing her doctorate degree in business and has the love and support of her husband and five children.

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The Brantford Wagers (The Brantford Series, Book 1) By Nadine Kampen @cookiebuxton @maryanneyarde @nadinekampenauthor @coffeepotbookclub : #HistoricalFiction #RegencyRomance #TheBrantfordWagers #CoffeePotBookClub

 


Book Title: The Brantford Wagers

Series: The Brantford Series, Book 1

Author: Nadine Kampen

Publication Date: 20th January 2022

Publisher: Birdsgate Publishing

Page Length: 358 Pages

Genre: Historical Fiction/Regency Romance



Is Clara Vincent ready to risk it all for love?


Clara Vincent is the artful dodger” when it comes to marriage, especially when her father is bent on match-making. Will her attitude change when she meets two eligible suitors and is drawn into the lives of intensely competitive families? Clara falls unexpectedly in love, but when fortunes are reversed and relationships up-ended, she needs to decide whether to trust James Brantford, who is seeking retribution, or accept the love of the man everyone else 

believes is her ideal match. 


As the Brantford wagers unfold and lay bare the history of past relationships, will Clara be able to learn the truth and finally follow her heart?


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Excerpt #4

From Chapter 8 – The Lady Plays Her Hand 


Isabelle, coming into the room, brought a change in topic. ‘I have just

come from seeing Clara.

She is unwell and says she cannot accompany us this evening.’


‘Heavens, are we all to be sick now?’ complained Catherine.


Mrs Stancroft hurried to Clara’s room. ‘My dear girl, you cannot be ill today!

I am planning to introduce you this evening.’


‘Madam, truly, I must excuse myself. My throat is sore, and I have a headache.

An evening’s rest will repair me.’


Mrs Stancroft gave Clara’s hand a kindly squeeze and sighed. ‘I shall stay with you.’


‘No, no!’ protested Clara, laughing gently at Mrs Stancroft’s crestfallen face.

‘I am perfectly comfortable. Go; I insist. You need not sacrifice your pleasures

to the sick room. I will meet your neighbours soon enough.’


Mrs Stancroft decided Clara’s absence was not such an unhappy arrangement.

She could show Catherine and Isabelle to advantage without including this cousin,

who was not so very plain after all.


The family soon left for the Drinscols. What they did, ate, drank, and said

would not be known by Clara for a few days, as she became quite ill and

remained in bed. The only visits were by a physician early the next day and by

Mrs Simpson bringing bowls of hot broth. News of the soirée, when finally disclosed, lost none of its import through delay.


‘Do not ask me about the evening at the Drincols’, Clara,’ said Mrs Stancroft,

settling herself into the bedside chair. ‘I cannot bear to discuss it.

We were dressed in our finest, you know. And what did Mrs Drinscol do?

She seated us on that dreadful sofa. Everybody else sat near one another,

with her daughters close to the gentlemen, whilst we were at the outermost edge

with those awful draperies behind us. Do you want to know what those silly

Drinscol girls wore?’ She neither waited for, nor received, any confirmation

from Clara, who was struggling to remain awake. ‘Sprigged muslin.’


‘I beg your pardon?’


‘In the most abominable shades. Ah,’ she clasped her hands together,

‘it was a sweet victory. We have outdone them this time.

We did make an especially grand entrance. Mr Drinscol said he did not

know how we ladies managed to look so grand. The gentlemen nodded

and such. Mr Brantford was there—he admired my girls especially long,

and so did one of Mr Ashton’s guests, a Mr Hangtree fellow, of all the

unfortunate names. It makes you wonder about the family history.

Descended from a sheriff, likely, or perhaps the family had a large oak

on the property. He was a handsome man, however. Oh!—and

Mr Brantford asked after you—it was he who sent the physician,

which was very kind. Our man in Finstead, Mr Bibbs, is not reliable

these days.’


There was more. ‘Mr Brantford came again last evening—such a

polite man, enquiring after your health. Mr Ashton came by earlier today;

he is still courting our Catherine, of course, but I think he begins to

understand his place. What a triumph for our Catherine that evening.

She wore her hair piled high, the way it is shown in the magazines.

Mr Hangtree was most attentive, which Mr Ashton did not like.

As for Margaret and Agnes, I am sure no one even looked their way.’


Clara, who was having trouble keeping her eyes open, found herself

smiling over the scenes painted by Mrs Stancroft. ‘I saw Isabelle before

you left. She looked very pretty,’ said Clara.


‘Yes, well, it was an extravagant waste for the girls to sit in their best

dresses playing cards. Mrs Drinscol placed her girls with Mr Brantford

and Mr Ashton. “It does the heart good to see so many handsome young

people at one table,” she says to me with that annoying laugh. Catherine

sat in the corner where there is no light, with her back to the room.’


‘At least she escaped comparison with the draperies,’ said Clara.


‘And the dinner—can that even be the proper name?’


‘Did not you enjoy the food?’ asked Clara.


‘We had nothing to eat until eleven o’clock!’ Mrs Stancroft looked wildly

distracted for a moment, the number eleven scattering her thoughts.

‘Had I known, I would have warned Uncle Stancroft to take a midday meal.

It is always hard on his constitution to drink early and eat late, and now I

am to suffer for it! He threatens to reduce my allowance, while he still

comes over and eats my groceries. Oh, and I must tell you, Mr Brantford

postponed his dinner invitation to the next week, because of your being ill—

I am so glad he did not include the Drinscols. It is a good thing that woman

does not have a son old enough to be dangling after my daughters. It is

wrong of me to say it, Clara—and you are kind to hear me out—but she

is forever prying into our affairs. She is a useful neighbour in some respects,

but whatever she has to say is, of course, the most important thing and

everyone has to listen.’


Mrs Stancroft fell silent, exhausted by her own tirade. ‘Oh dear!

You cannot keep your eyes open. Rest now, Clara. You cannot achieve

anything of consequence lying here in bed.’


If, by consequence, Mrs Stancroft meant raising interest towards

Clara among the eligible suitors, she was mistaken. Clara’s absence

produced results of an unexpected kind. Mr Brantford, for one, had

been exceedingly troubled to learn of Clara’s being ill. His concern,

in turn, piqued the curiosity of Mr Ashton’s houseguest, the Hangtree

fellow, as Mrs Stancroft had called him. The man’s actual name was

Mr Robert Langley, nephew and heir to Lady Melbourne of Wells.

Mr Langley took a keen interest in hearing more about the mysterious

and unnamed Stancroft cousin.



                                                               


In her début novel, The Brantford Wagers, Nadine Kampen draws on her passion for stories that bring a smile and warm the hearts of the reader. The author immerses the reader in the fictional world of traditional historical romance, set in the memorable Regency England period, sharing the hopes, schemes, and antics of her characters. 


Prior to her career as an author, Nadine served as a regional marketing manager with an international consulting firm and as a communications and marketing director on university campuses. Earlier in her career, she worked in public relations and journalism, and was co-author and project lead for five non-fiction books comprising The Canadian Breast Cancer Series, published in 1989.


A resident of Winnipeg in Manitoba, Canada, Nadine loves relaxing with family and friends, reading and walking, playing tunes on her 1905 Bell piano, and gardening. 

 

 

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