Book Spotlight! Song Castle, by Luke Waterson

 

One from #LoveBooksGroupTours

New from @UrbaneBooks, Song Castle by Luke Waterson (@Lukeandhiswords), is set in twelfth century Wales, where a man is desperate to leave something of substance to the world.

 

Song Castle Book Coer

 

Synopsis

 

In a land rocked by conflict, one man desires to be remembered for something truly remarkable…

Wales, 1176: in a rain-drenched outpost of Christendom, the great lord of a newly built castle is throwing a party, the like of which has never been seen before. It will be a contest of song, of poetry and music, open to all comers. And now all are coming.

The festival is attracting a strange assortment of characters from across the known world. From the celebrated French troubadour suffering from writer’s block to the Persian perfumer-poet claiming to have written the most beautiful words ever committed to parchment, all are descending on the castle of a man whose motives run far deeper than that of benevolent host.

Attempting to hold his own against such supreme talent is hopeful young songster Avery, a newcomer to the cutthroat world of bardism and susceptible to its intrigues. But the contest can only take place if the contestants survive the journey, which – on the perilous roads of Wales – is far from certain.

Luke Waterson’s compelling novel weaves the tales of the charismatic players of the very first Eisteddfod, still Europe’s largest competitive festival of poetry and music to this day.

The blog tour continues for a few more days.

song castle

Cover Reveal! ‘Deep Blue’, by Jane O’Reilly

I don’t do many cover reveals but when Jenny at Neverland told me about this book I was excited by the synopsis. Blurb first and then you can see the cover.

Blurb:

Date: 27th September 2188.
Vessel: The Alcatraz 2. Prison Ship
Location: UNKNOWN

Jinnifer Blue opens her eyes to find herself in a ship that is the source of her darkest nightmares. Her plan to expose the horrific truth behind the government’s secret Second Species programme has failed, and now she’s being turned into a weapon by her worst enemy . . . her mother.

At the other end of the galaxy Caspian Dax, ferocious space pirate and Jinn’s sometime lover, is facing an even more terrifying fate. He’s being forced to fight in the arena on Sittan, a pitiless, ruthless alien landscape where blood is the only prize that matters. They will use him, destroy him, change him.

Jinn has only one chance – to go to Sittan and find Dax before his mind is completely destroyed. She must rely on her friends and one old enemy, leave her beloved ship the Mutant behind, and travel to a hostile planet. But hardest of all, she must keep faith that when she finds Dax, there will be something left of the man she knew.

One thing’s for sure: the fight has only just begun.

‘I was addicted from the first page! An intriguing story line with interesting characters and a different view of the future and of space travel.’ Amazon reviewer

‘This is one fabulous sci-fi story with a brilliantly well realised futuristic world’ Reading Revelations

 

Continue reading “Cover Reveal! ‘Deep Blue’, by Jane O’Reilly”

Extract: ‘Who Killed The Mince Spy?’

As part of the 12 Days of Clink Street Christmas blog tour I’ve agreed to share an extract from Matthew Redford’s Who Killed The Mince Spy?; I’ve just posted a review of the book, so go an have a read of that if you want to know more.

Continue reading “Extract: ‘Who Killed The Mince Spy?’”

Author Spotlight: Lyndsy Spence

Lyndsy Spence got in touch with me after I reviewed A Pearl For My Mistress last week, and I’ve agreed to do an author spotlight post for her. She has a new novel out and will also be publishing her fifth biography soon.

Over to you, Lyndsy.

Lyndsy Spence Author Photo

I am an historian and author who specialises in writing about aristocratic (and badly behaved) women from the 20th century. The period between the World Wars fascinates me, as it was a time of great progression in women’s lives, and although society was yet to catch up, it seemed women were beginning to live as they pleased. With period dramas such as Downton Abbey and Upstairs Downstairs gaining great popularity one would be forgiven for thinking upper-class ladies sat around in their finery, drinking tea, and fainting at a hint of scandal. However, in reality many were quite rebellious, even if their shortcomings were swept under the carpet. I love to write about high society women who dabbled in politics, who had love affairs with whom they pleased, and who laughed in the face of tradition. My biographical subjects include a courtesan who became a viscountess and confidante of Winston Churchill, a society girl who turned her back on a gilded life and was imprisoned during WW2, a peeress who played a part during Ireland’s Civil War, a wine heiress who buried four husbands, a debutante who beguiled a prime minister and became privy to state secrets, and a chorus girl who married 2 lords, 2 film stars, and a prince.

I am the author of four (soon-to-be five) biographies- they are The Mitford Girls’ Guide to Life; Mrs Guinness: The Rise and Fall of Diana Mitford; Margaret Lockwood: Queen of the Silver Screen; The Mistress of Mayfair: Men, Money and the Marriage of Doris Delevingne. I have written a volume of pen portraits, entitled These Great Ladies: Peeresses and Pariahs, and I edit The Mitford Society annuals. The Mistress of Mayfair has been optioned by Atlantic Screen Productions and will be adapted into a TV series. I have also written for BBC News Magazine, Social and Personal, Vintage Life, Daily Express, Silhouette, and The Lady.  My forthcoming book, The Grit in the Pearl, is a biography on Margaret, Duchess of Argyll – most famous for being Deb of the Year in 1930 and for her divorce from the Duke of Argyll in which her nude photos were used as evidence and over eighty-eight men were listed as her lovers.

 

house_of_lies.jpg

House of Lies is my first fiction book. I drew on the aforementioned when creating my characters, and also my fascination with houses and the energies they hold. The main characters of my book are George and Marina Greenwood, and their only child, Daphne. It focuses on the struggles Marina faces as an upper-class wife and mother during the late 1930s, leading into WW2; her background haunts her, and I suppose she has what we would today call Imposter Syndrome. There are also some unresolved issues relating to her husband and child, to whom she is distant and with whom she struggles to bond, and that opens up a Pandora’s box of challenges. Daphne herself is in her early teens and struggling with her identity and relationships to those closest to her. And George, the product of abusive parents, is forever trying to please Marina, and yet he harbours a possessive and deceitful side. Their environment is a stage for which they play their parts, and yet it is a place where they can hide their secrets. When war is declared it upsets everything, and the past begins to creep into their present lives.

The synopsis:

It’s 1920, and England is recovering from war. Evangelina Belfry, a woman of questionable reputation  and morals, has fallen down the stairs at her home, breaking her neck and dying. Her daughter Marina shows up to discover Evangelina’s landlord, George Greenwood, on the scene. He says he discovered Evangelina at the bottom of the stairs, but in fact he was with her when they struggled and she fell. Guilty, he runs from the house and stumbles into his sister Louisa and her partner. He tells them he killed Evangelina, and they agree to provide an alibi. But betrayal is afoot, and they then set out to blackmail George, bleeding him dry of what little money he makes as a banker. By 1938, to save her from an indecent fate, George has married Evangelina’s daughter Marina, but there is no love in the marriage. Marina is frigid, and loathes most things and most people, including George’s controlling mother Sybil, who lives with them at High Greenwood, the family estate George has inherited, but now cannot afford to run. Marina writes romance novels, saving the money in the hopes of leaving George, but once she gives birth to their daughter, Daphne, escape seems more and more remote. Cold and unmaternal, Marina sends Daphne to boarding school at the age of eleven. Marina simply wants her gone and convinces George this is necessary for health reasons. But at boarding school, Daphne meets Celia Hartley, who’s loud, brash, and starts a volatile friendship with Daphne, that will change both girls’ lives. What’s more, with war looming and George enlisted in the army, Daphne and Marina are left on their own, as the past comes back to haunt them and the future seems uncertain.

Catch up with Lyndsy and find out more about her books at:

www.themitfordsociety.wordpress.com

www.facebook.com/lyndsyspencewriter

 

Extract: ‘Become The Force’

Become the Force

In this extract again drawing on his own life experience Daniel talks about the power of feelings to shape your life:

Jediism isn’t just about training your mind it is also about following the beat of your heart.

The love in your heart is eternal and the part of you that is one with the Force or living life energy that exists within and all around you. To demonstrate the awesome power of the heart ponder this: When you die nobody remembers what you said or did but they will remember how you made them feel. That is why Obi-Wan tells Darth Vader that when he dies he will rise more powerful because he knows his loving energy will join the Force and be with Luke at all times guiding and inspiring his heart – an invisible loving presence infinitely more powerful than his human form.

If there is no love in your heart you will never be in tune with the Force. It is only when mind and heart are in harmony that you are a magnet for the light. In my own life I have repeatedly found that thoughts alone aren’t enough and it is only when my thoughts and deeds are heartfelt that good things happen, weaknesses are turned into strengths, setbacks into stepping stones.

All heart

If you know anything about Asperger’s you will know that emotional intelligence is not my strong point. I’m a logical person. I can understand and reprogram my thoughts. However, feelings are different. The heart is unpredictable by its very nature and can’t be controlled or even at times understand. You can’t fake feelings, you just feel them and sometimes you feel them for absolutely no reason. Many times in my life I have been at a loss to understand and explain my feelings and the tension and frustration of that triggers irrational meltdowns where I lash out physically.

Given the emphasis I have put here on the importance of the heart in Jediism you can see that the universe handed me my greatest challenge from the moment I was born. My dream is to found a new spiritual movement that hopes to awaken a generation of people’s hearts to the potential within and around them. But don’t psychologists tell us that people with Asperger’s struggle with expressing their feelings?

I truly believe that I have Asperger’s for a reason. If I hadn’t had Asperger’s I might have taken my feelings for granted or not paid enough attention to the theme of love inspiring or guiding others coming up time and time again in every religious and spiritual tradition I studied. My desire to try to understand this thing called love helped me discover the true meaning of life and how love connects us to the Force in a way that thoughts never can. Love, of course, is right up there as a central theme in every Star Wars movie with Han and Leia setting the gold standard.

Just as I found a way to read widely through audio tapes despite my dyslexia, I found a way to connect with and express my heart despite my Asperger’s. The way I found was Jediism. My first love was Star Wars and I expressed my love for the Star Wars universe by founding a spiritual movement that could truly help not just me but others follow their hearts and lead meaningful lives.

Of course, I’m saying all this in hindsight and at the time I wasn’t aware of what I was doing and didn’t even know I had Asperger’s, but I can clearly see now that through creating and founding Jediism I followed my heart. If I hadn’t had Asperger’s I sometimes wonder if I would have had the burning desire to pour my love into creating something that would enable me to express my heart. Of course, it’s impossible to say what I might have done with my life without Asperger’s, as I am who I am, but what I do know is that the heart must find a way to sing whether a person has autism or not. The way I found was through my obsession for a movie franchise. In short, founding Jediism was my act of love.

Early reaction

Another seemingly insurmountable obstacle for me to overcome in the early days of the church was the inevitable opposition and criticism. Early reaction was largely positive and curious but there were also voices telling me to abandon the Force. These voices never came from inside my head but they certainly did from friends, the media, religious groups, educators, comments posted online and so on. Here’s a snap shot.

“You’re crazy.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Why can’t you just grow up?”

“It’s a movie Daniel. It’s fiction, not a way of life.”

After my road to Damascus moment on the beach when I just knew that the universe was calling out to me to found Jediism there were many harsh critics who told me I needed to put away my lightsaber and grow up.  Indeed, giving up on my dream of Jediism becoming a global force of love and kindness was by far the easiest thing to do. I don’t enjoy being called ‘odd’ or ‘deluded’ because of my love for Star Wars and belief in the power of Force but perhaps again Asperger’s was my salvation as criticism doesn’t typically get to me. I’m naturally thick-skinned. For me criticism is just data that I can either use or discard. I realise now that is quite an unusual quality. I see how others doubt themselves when faced with criticism but any criticism I got just made me want to spread the word about Jediism even more.

During this time my family had by now accepted that unusual was always going to be the norm for me and Jediism was here to stay. My biggest ally was always my brother Barney who worked closely with me to found the church in 2007. Barney and I worked long hours setting up a basic website, answering emails, creating and distributing leaflets and information online and promoting Jediism in person as much as we could. Visits to the website went from the hundreds to the thousands rapidly. I advertised the church on My Space and it was fairly easy to spread the word there.

When handing out church leaflets in my local area the reactions ranged from delight and interest to shock and surprise to anger and disbelief, but more often than not our leaflets were always greeted with a smile. For me just a smile was response enough as I truly believe religion and spirituality should place a stronger emphasis on the importance of joy. Humour can be the greatest teacher sometimes and a life without laughter is a life not lived. That’s why I am always absolutely fine to have my photograph taken complete with lightsaber and cloak or even a Stormtrooper or two lurking in the background. These images make people smile! ……………..

 

Extract: ‘Sun, Sea and Sex’, by Greta Horwood

As part of the Sun. Sea and Sex blog tour, Greta has kindly provided me with a few short extracts from her novel to whet your appetite, if contemporary women’s fiction is your thing.

For Zeeta this was an experience she would never forget, her home life was rigid, full of rules.  Her brother came first in all things. There was no laughter in her life. Being part of a loving family that had fun, was wonderful.

What a wonderful afternoon.  I got to know Ben well that day, he was not the dry stuck up boy I had taken him for.  We laughed a lot and collected many baskets full of blackberries.  We were packing up to go home when I twisted my ankle and fell in a huge puddle of muddy water.  Ben laughed, with him getting told off for doing so.  There was I, sitting in a puddle splashing mud at him.  His mother joined in and soon we were all plastered in mud, laughing our heads off.  Andrea’s mother was nothing like mine.  My mother would have told me off for falling and I would have been severely admonished for getting muddy and then throwing mud at Ben, well I hate to think what she would have said!  His mother joining in, well my mother would have never done that!  It was a fun day.  One I will always remember.

Zeeta was given no sex education, so hearing how her best friend Sheila got pregnant filled the gaps which the older girls had told them.  Life is all about learning about life.  For Zeeta it was a shame her friend had become pregnant, but she had warned her to run away should a man change shape.  Sheila did not listen and paid the price.

Hearing how she got pregnant was the greatest shock of all.  I knew she was interested in boys, but she did not seem to be that silly that she would allow them to go all the way.  This was one of the things we talked about, in our girly chats.  Something to be avoided in friendships with boys. Mind you neither of us had a sex education.  I did not know what ‘all the way was’ and I did not know if Sheila did either. My parents had told me nothing.  Some of the older girls at school had said things and I suppose we learnt from them.  In my house my parents walked around naked, so I knew what a man looked like.  I had told Sheila, in case she did not know.  I remember my father showing me, one Sunday, how by stroking it, it changed in shape.  I was told if I saw a man like that I was to run away.  I told Sheila and she was fascinated and wanted to try that on one of her dates.  I said best not, my father said run away, because if it became like that it would be almost too late for a girl.  A man had needs.  What this meant, I had no idea.

With Armaan, Zeeta realised she had feelings she could not explain.  She wondered if they were love.  Armaan going away hurt, but she got renewed feelings when he came back.  She was happy that he had married, he was happy.  Life for him changed as well, his wife was expecting his child.  His father would be pleased.  Zeeta hoped it would be a son.  Their friendly chats increased her feelings for him, these were not to change throughout her life, she will always love him.

Armaan was back.  I can’t explain my feelings in seeing him.  I was overwhelmed by them.  Yes I missed him, but what I was feeling was more than that.  We continued with our easy friendship and he said he was delighted to be back.  He was now married and his wife was expecting their first child.  He was a different person now, I think the worry of not having a wife was bothering him, but now he was married, life had suddenly became enjoyable.  He said he enjoyed my company and although he was 14 years older than me, I was not empty headed like the gigglers.  We continued our friendship and I often felt he was preparing me for the life I would eventually lead.  He said my blue eyes and personality would attract many man, but I would know who was right for me.  He said beware of false promises, men will say they love, but often it is a way to easy sex, so beware of false promises.

 

Hidden Fire 99p and an Author Spotlight

https://timothybatesonauthor.wordpress.com/2017/08/28/author-spotlight-rosemarie-cawkwell/

Timothy Bateson is a sci-fi and fantasy author originally from the UK but now transplanted to the US. He’s hosting an ‘Author Spotlight’ post about me today. To coincide with this event I’ve put Hidden Fire on sale for 99p for the Kindle book. If you haven’t read it already take a peek today while it’s half price.