23 November 2022

Under a Veiled Moon by@Karen_Odden, Book Tour! @CrookedLaneBks, @Austenprose #UnderaVeiledMoon #KarenOdden #AustenprosePR


  • Title: Under a Veiled Moon 

  • Series:  An Inspector Corravan Mystery (Book 2)

  • Author: Karen Odden

  • Genre: Historical Mystery, Detective Mystery, Victorian Mystery 

  • Publisher: ‎Crooked Lane Books (October 11, 2022)

  • Length: (336) pages

  • Format: Hardcover, eBook, & audiobook 

  • ISBN: 978-1639101191

Tour Dates: November 14 – December 19, 2022

In the tradition of C. S. Harris and Anne Perry, a fatal disaster on the Thames and a roiling political conflict set the stage for Karen Odden’s second Inspector Corravan historical mystery.

September 1878. One night, as the pleasure boat the Princess Alice makes her daily trip up the Thames, she collides with the Bywell Castle, a huge iron-hulled collier. The Princess Alice shears apart, throwing all 600 passengers into the river; only 130 survive. It is the worst maritime disaster London has ever seen, and early clues point to sabotage by the Irish Republican Brotherhood, who believe violence is the path to restoring Irish Home Rule. 
For Scotland Yard Inspector Michael Corravan, born in Ireland and adopted by the Irish Doyle family, the case presents a challenge. Accused by the Home Office of willfully disregarding the obvious conclusion and berated by his Irish friends for bowing to prejudice, Corravan doggedly pursues the truth, knowing that if the Princess Alice disaster is pinned on the IRB, hopes for Home Rule could be dashed forever.

Corrovan’s dilemma is compounded by Colin, the youngest Doyle, who has joined James McCabe’s Irish gang. As violence in Whitechapel rises, Corravan strikes a deal with McCabe to get Colin out of harm’s way. But unbeknownst to Corravan, Colin bears longstanding resentments against his adopted brother and scorns his help.
As the newspapers link the IRB to further accidents, London threatens to devolve into terror and chaos. With the help of his young colleague, the loyal Mr. Stiles, and his friend Belinda Gale, Corravan uncovers the harrowing truth—one that will shake his faith in his countrymen, the law, and himself.

Under a Veiled Moon Excerpt 1

I knocked twice and inserted my key in the lock.

Even as I did so, I heard the twins, Colin and Elsie, their voices raised as they talked over each other—Elsie with a sharp edge of frustration, Colin growling in reply. Odd, I thought as I pushed open the door. Since they were children, they’d baited each other and teased, but I’d never known them to quarrel. 

Colin sat in a kitchen chair tilted backward, the heel of one heavy boot hooked over the rung. He glared up at Elsie, who stood across the table, her hand clutching a faded towel at her hip, her chin set in a way I recognized. 

“Hullo,” I said. “What’s the matter?” 

Both heads swiveled to me, and in unison, they muttered, “Nothing.” 

They could have still been five, caught spooning the jam out of the jar Ma hid behind the flour tin. Except that under the stubble of his whiskers, there was a puffiness along Colin’s cheek that appeared to be the remnants of a bruise. 

Colin thunked the front legs of the chair onto the floor and pushed away from the table. “I got somethin’ to do.” He took his coat off the rack—not his old faded one, I noticed, but a new one—and stalked out the door, pulling it closed behind him. 

I raised my eyebrows and turned to Elsie. She grimaced. “He’s just bein’ an eejit, like most men.” Her voice lacked its usual good humor; she was genuinely angry. 

Jaysus, I thought. What’s happened?
But I’d give Elsie a moment. “Where’s Ma?”

“Went down to the shop for some tea.” She stepped to the sideboard and moved the kettle to the top of the stove. The handle caught her sleeve, pulling it back far enough that I caught sight of a white bandage. 

“Did you hurt your wrist?” 

She tugged the sleeve down. “Ach, I just fell on the stairs. Clumsy of me.” 

The broken window and Colin’s abrupt departure had been enough to alert me to something amiss. Even without those signs, though, I wouldn’t have believed her. I knew the shape a lie took in her voice. 

“No, you didn’t,” I said. 

Her back was to me, and she spoke over her shoulder. “It’s nothing, Mickey.” 

I approached and took her left elbow gently in mine to turn her. “Let me see.” 

Reluctantly, she let me unwrap the flannel. Diagonal across her wrist was a bruise such as a truncheon or a pipe might leave, purple and yellowing at the edges. 

I looked up. “Who did this?” My voice was hoarse. 

Her eyes, blue as mine, stared back. “Mickey, don’t look like that. It was dark, and I doubt he did it on purpose.” 

“Jaysus, Elsie.” I let go of her, so she could rewrap it. “Who?” 

“I don’t know! I was walking home from Mary’s house on Wednesday night, and before I knew it, twenty lads were around me, fightin’ and brawlin’, and I jumped out of the way, but one of them hit my wrist, and I fell.” 

“What were you doing walking alone after dark? Where was Colin?” 

She gave a disparaging “pfft.” “As if I’d know. Some nights he doesn’t come home until late. Or not at all.” 

Harry’s words came back to me: “Out . . . as usual.” 

I cast my mind back to my own recent visits. Colin had often been absent, partly because he’d been working on the construction of the new embankment, but that had ended in July. So where was he spending his time now? And where had he earned the money for his new coat? 

We both heard Ma’s footsteps on the inside stairs. 

“Don’t tell Ma,” Elsie said hurriedly, her voice low. The bandage was completely hidden by her sleeve. “She has enough to worry about. Swear, Mickey.” 

Even as I promised, I wondered what else was worrying Ma. But as the door at the top of the inner stairs opened, I had my smile ready. 

Ma emerged, carrying a packet of tea from the shop. “Ah, Mickey! I’m glad ye came.” Her face shone with genuine warmth, and she smoothed her coppery hair back from her temple. Her eyes flicked around the room, landing on Elsie. “Colin left?” The brightness in her expression dimmed. 

“Just now,” Elsie replied. Their gazes held, and with the unfailing instinct that develops in anyone who grew up trying to perceive trouble before it struck, I sensed meaning in that silent exchange. But before I could decipher it, Elsie shrugged, and Ma turned to me, her hazel eyes appraising. 

“You look less wraithy than usual.” She reached up to pat my cheek approvingly. “Elsie, fetch the preserves. I’ll put the water on.” 

“I’ll do it, Ma.” I went to the stove, tonged in a few lumps of coal from the scuttle and shut the metal door with a clang. As Elsie sliced the bread, I filled the kettle and Ma took down three cups and saucers from the shelf. 

The tension I sensed amid my family derived from something drifting in the deep current, not bobbing along the surface, driven by a single day’s wind and sun. Something had changed. 

Chapter 2, pp. 8-10

From Under a Veiled Moon © 2022, Karen Odden, published by Crooked Lane Books 


  • “[An] exceptional sequel . . . Fans of Lyndsay Faye’s Gods of Gotham trilogy will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review

  • “Victorian skulduggery with a heaping side of Irish troubles.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Charismatic police superintendent Michael Corravan is back in a gripping sequel about the mysterious sinking of the Princess Alice. Odden deftly weaves together English and Irish history, along with her detective's own story, in a way that will keep readers flipping pages long into the night.” —Susan Elia MacNeal, New York Times bestselling author of Mother Daughter Traitor Spy and the Maggie Hope series.


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Karen Odden earned her Ph.D. in English from New York University and subsequently taught literature at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. She has contributed essays to numerous books and journals, written introductions for Victorian novels in the Barnes & Noble classics series and edited for the journal Victorian Literature and Culture (Cambridge UP). Her previous novels, also set in 1870s London, have won awards for historical fiction and mystery. A member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime and the recipient of a grant from the Arizona Commission on the Arts, Karen lives in Arizona with her family and her rescue beagle Rosy.



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The Summer Escape by @BooksEllis Blog Tour!


The Summer Escape

Single-mother Beth desperately needs a break.

Grieving the loss of her mother, she sets off to the Isles of Scilly with her five-year-old daughter, Ellie.

Their holiday cottage is utterly charming, but it’s meeting Trystan – the owner of the cottage – that makes Beth’s stay so perfect.

When their holiday fling starts to feel like something more, she knows she’s in trouble. Her life is in Plymouth, while he lives in London. Besides, Trystan has already admitted he’s not ready for a family.

Is he prepared to take a leap of faith for Beth and Ellie? And with the odds stacked against them, can they find a way to make their relationship last beyond the lazy days of summer?

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Hannah Ellis spent many years working in childcare before deciding she'd like to write books. When she's not busy writing she likes to read, drink tea and eat chocolate. She also enjoys yoga and jogging.

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Young Eagle Rising by Ellie Joyce Blog Tour!


Young Eagle Rising

Ireland 1735. Thirteen-year-old William Baxter has a grandmother with peculiar powers – so peculiar he believes she must be a witch. Taking this secret with him, he reluctantly sails with his family to the New World and the promise of a better life.

 But Pennsylvania proves to be a savage, unforgiving place rife with warring tribes, slavery and dangerous animals. When William’s life suddenly takes a terrifying turn, he is thrust headlong into a battle for survival. Consumed with hatred for those responsible, he desperately wants to return to Ireland, but the coast is one hundred miles away and the trail runs through native territory. Alone and frightened, he sets out on what becomes the journey of a lifetime, determined to survive and have his revenge.

 Young Eagle Rising is a coming-of-age story, a mix of fantasy, history, adventure and the enduring love of an old Irish witch.

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Ellie Joyce was born and raised in Belfast. She holds an A.L.A.M. (Dip. Acting) from The London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. She and her husband have four children and live in Leicestershire. Young Eagle Rising is her debut novel. See more at elliejoyceauthor.com. 

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Liopleurodon: The Master of the Deep By M. B. Zucker Blog Tour! @MBZuckerBooks @MichaelZucker1 @cathiedunn #HistoricalFantasy #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub


Book Title: Liopleurodon: The Master of the Deep
Author: M. B. Zucker
Publication Date: 20th September 2022
Publisher: Historium Press Books www.historiumpress.com
Cover Design: White Rabbit Arts www.wrarts.com 

Page Length: 251

Genre: Historical Fantasy

From M. B. Zucker, award-winning author of "The Eisenhower Chronicles" 

Liopleurodon ferox was the deadliest sea predator of all time, the king of the Jurassic Ocean. This whale-sized reptile's return to the early twentieth century triggers a geopolitical crisis in this new historical science fiction thriller. Former President Theodore Roosevelt foresees the threat the Liopleurodon would pose if it falls into the wrong hands. The race is on as Roosevelt leads the American effort to destroy it before the Kaiser's Germany can turn it into a weapon. 

Fans of Jurassic Park and Steve Alten's Meg series will not want to miss this adventure filled with action, political intrigue, and characters that readers will remember long after finishing this novel. 

Advance Praise for Liopleurodon: The Master of the Deep 

“The storyline itself was superb ---- A Jaws/Jurassic Park thriller and a bit of a spy novel all in one - and compelling.” - The Historical Fiction Company

Scene 2: Teddy Roosevelt goes to the Oval Office to discuss the Liopleurodon with President Taft.

The President and former President stood across the room from each other in a standoff, the three subordinates trapped between them. Eyes darted about. Taft was determined not to make the first move. He succeeded; Roosevelt slowly made his way to the Oval Office desk. Taft reciprocated by walking to the other side. Mentor and protégé approached each other. Taft gestured to the office.

“What do you think?”

“I like how you expanded on the West Wing.”

“The Office was built on top of the tennis court.”

“Aw, yes,” Roosevelt said, melancholy in his voice.

Memories of his time in office entered his mind. “The old tennis court.” He pushed the emotion aside. “How’s Nellie?”

“Good,” Taft said with a small nod. “She’s good. Her condition appears to be improving. She’s begun planning the reception for our silver wedding anniversary this June. It’s keeping her busy.”

Roosevelt smiled. Taft opened his arms and they embraced, cutting the tension. Taft was a head taller. They released and Taft looked to Butt.

“Bring that chair over here for our guest.”

“That’s not necessary,” Roosevelt replied. He grabbed it himself and brought it to the desk. He saw the tooth. “May I?”

“Of course,” Taft replied. He, Stimson, and Meyer returned to their seats. Roosevelt remained standing while Butt exited the room.

“Extraordinary,” Roosevelt said softly, swelling with energy. “A sea dragon.”

“A Liopleurodon,” Meyer said.

“The Jurassic,” Roosevelt whispered. He glanced at Taft. “I tried to teach you about nature. About wildlife.”

“I should have listened,” Taft replied, smiling. Roosevelt placed the tooth on the desk and sat down.

“It’s already destroyed a fishing boat,” Meyer explained. “Do you know why it would do that? Eating a human would be like one of us eating a chip. It can’t be worth the effort.”

“This is about territory, not food,” Roosevelt answered. “He’s asserting his dominance of the sea.”

“I’m sure you saw Hearst make a big deal about the whale attack in the Morning Journal,” Stimson said. Roosevelt waved his hand, dismissively.

“Hearst is evil. His sensationalism got McKinley killed.” He looked to the tooth and back to Taft. “Do you know where it came from?”

“An adventurer found it in the Arctic,” Meyer answered. “He gave it to us.” Taft grimaced. He was not sure he wanted Roosevelt to know the truth but had not told his advisors what to say in advance. A lapse in judgment from a fish out of water.

“I assume we didn’t free him,” Roosevelt said.

“Correct,” Meyer said.

“Do you know who’s responsible?” Roosevelt asked. Meyer gestured to the German Army button on the desk. Roosevelt recognized it. His eyes widened. “Treachery!” He looked at Taft. “What’s your plan?”

“I’m going to instruct the Revenue Cutter Service to work with local governments in shutting down the beaches,” Taft said. “The Navy will patrol our territorial waters for the animal.”

Roosevelt’s face scrunched. “You must act more aggressively!” He slammed his fist on the desk. “Chase him across the ocean!”

“I just explained to my advisors that such an operation would require going to Congress for an authorization to use force.”

Roosevelt stopped his jaw from dropping. “Going to Congress will delay the mission. You’ll be letting the Germans make the first move.”

“What do you mean?” Taft asked.

Roosevelt pointed to the button. “Clearly the Kaiser wants it as a weapon.”

Taft and his advisors looked at each other. “If that were the case, why free it?” Taft asked.

Roosevelt put his finger to his chin. “The Army likely seized a narrow window of opportunity. But I know the Kaiser. He’ll see it in action and want to use it against us and his other enemies.”

“You’re speculating,” Taft said.

“No, I’m not,” Roosevelt said. “It’s entirely in line with the Kaiser’s track record. Remember the Venezuelan Crisis of 1902. Venezuela defaulted on its debts to European countries and Germany initiated a blockade and bombarded Venezuelan coastal fortifications. They sought to establish a colony in this Hemisphere, rejecting the Monroe Doctrine. I deployed a fleet of 53 warships under Admiral Dewey to the region and threatened war. Germany retreated under the pressure.” Taft weighed the sincerity of Roosevelt’s argument. “The Kaiser is the most dangerous man in the world. He’s anger-prone and thinks he’s a descendant of Fredrick the Great. He even dresses like the Old Fritz.”

“But going after the Liopleurodon would escalate tensions with Germany,” Taft said.

“On the contrary, a display of force would deter German aggression and enhance the peace. It would be our biggest display of power since the Great White Fleet.”

Taft squirmed in his seat. “I’ll instruct Hill to speak with the Kaiser and Chancellor. We have to keep stable relations with Germany until the animal’s been dealt with.”

Roosevelt sensed that Taft was cracking. He pushed into the opening. “You must show strength. Immediately. Don’t wait for Congress.”

“I won’t violate the Constitution.”

“Remember the Jackson-Lincoln theory of the presidency: national crises call for executive action, and it is the President’s duty to assume he has the legal right to do what the needs of the people demand. Unless the Constitution or laws explicitly forbid the action.”

Taft’s jaw clenched. Roosevelt was venturing into his area of expertise. “When Washington sent troops to face the Indians or Jefferson sent the Navy and Marines to fight the Barbary Pirates, they ordered them to only act defensively until getting authorization from Congress.” He paused. “I also don’t want to waste political capital on this issue when I need it elsewhere.”

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M. B. Zucker has been interested in storytelling for as long as he can remember. He discovered his love of history at fifteen and studied Dwight Eisenhower for over ten years. 

Mr. Zucker earned his B.A. at Occidental College and his J.D. at Case Western Reserve University School of Law. He lives in Virginia with his wife. 


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