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It’s the weekend and what better way is there to relax than with a good book? Or with snippets of several plus one completely arbitrary but sincere recommendation. That’s what you get for following the Seductive Studs and Sirens weekly blog hop, where a small select group of authors get together to share elements of their latest work. And I tell you about something I’ve read.

Last week I was recommending a gay lit title – You are Here by Chris Delyani, this week I’m a bit closer to M/M romance territory, but still just skirting the edges.

The General and the Horselord by Sarah  Black is a book that I clicked on with a shriek of glee when I first saw the title, then hit the back button when I saw the cover and realised that it was a contemporary romance rather than, as I had assumed, about Attila the Hun and General Flavius Aetius of the later Roman Empire. Absolutely no reason why it should have been, of course, but that’s just the way my mind works and the relationship between Attila and Aetius is often on my mind! Anyway, I don’t usually choose to read romance, whether m/m, m/f, f/f whatever. But over time I heard good things about the title, very good things, so this month I got it and the book just blew me away.

For a start the heroes aren’t youths but veterans, 52 and 48, two men with successful careers in the military behind them, throughout which they conducted a very careful secret love affair. Now they have retired from the military and are making new lives for themselves, new careers, and trying to come to terms with the very different way things are done on civvie street.

For instance John, the General of the title, has Kim, his nephew, living with him who is very out, very proud and doesn’t care who knows it. The austere and undemonstrative relationship between Uncle John and Uncle Gabriel is a constant cause of amusement and affront to Kim and Kim’s flamboyance is a source of amusement, and bemusement, to John and Gabriel. Both amused me a lot.

But the story isn’t just about love and making new lives. There’s pain and danger and loss as well. Gabriel can no longer live a lie and decides to leave his wife. Kim is beaten up by a boyfriend. There are political shenanigans, academic infighting, art shows, scads of pretty young people scampering about and making the two military veterans feel very old, and some deeply unpleasant personalities as well. I was VERY pissed off when the story ended. Not because it was a rushed or unsatisfying ending but because I wanted to stay in that world a bit longer.

I’m delighted to see that there’s a sequel, The General and the Elephant Clock of Al-Jazari, that is being released on my birthday! I plan to indulge myself.

My guest today is Indra Vaughan, visiting to celebrate a new release – Halcyon Hush from Torquere – and to make me blush a bit – you’ll see why.

Welcome, Indra.

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I just want to start out with a little bit of a fan-girl moment, because I can’t quite believe I’m on Elin Gregory’s blog. Kit from On A Lee Shore is one of my all time favorite characters. (I think I have a blog post somewhere which is basically an ode to Kit. Ahem.) I’m in a little group of friends who share the same taste in books and we often reminisce on how likable Kit is and how we want to strip him out of his waistcoat can’t wait for the next installment.

Actually I have a message from one of them, Elin. It’s from Lindsay, and she says: “Ask her when that sequel is coming out, because I need it in my life, like, yesterday.”

Anyway, on to the actual blog post (on Elin’s blog eeeee).

This year Torquere’s Charity Sip Blitz benefits  Outserve-LSDN, which is an organization I hadn’t heard of until I saw the submissions call, so I thought it might be a good idea to talk a little bit about the good work they do. Or rather, I’d like to show you.

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For those of you who can’t watch, this is the 2011 MSNBC news coverage of the repeal of DADT (Don’t Ask Don’t Tell) with an interview of Jonathan Hopkins, Outserve’s Managing Director. A man who was honorably discharged under DADT himself. This interview is an awesome example of exactly what Outserve did to make the coming out of LGBT military easier. To make it possible for everyone in the military to just do their job without a cloud of suspicion and fear of losing everything, hanging over their heads.

They even provide the means to  get in touch with an attorney if you are experiencing harassment or discrimination due to sexual orientation. If you want to know how they helped the repeal of DADT you can read all about it here.

But what really made me want to write Halcyon Hush for this Charity Sip Blitz (as if I wasn’t convinced yet) was their dedication to make LGBT families real families. Until DOMA was repealed same sex spouses didn’t have the same rights as opposite sex spouses in the military and Outserve certainly did its part to make the change.

Apart from that, there is a huge amount of information that can be found about step-children, adoption, family care plans, moving, etc. All stressful issues at the best of times, never mind if you can’t just walk up to your supervisor and ask for the necessary information.

Bill and John. Is 54 years long enough to prove commitment? Click to see video telling their story

On to the story!

The theme this year was uniforms so I went with two doctors working in a post-apocalyptical town.

It’s an incredibly harsh world, a dangerous place even without the midnight gales strong enough to strip skin. In this world every man has the duty to father two children, and while Doctor Ira Ellis has done his duty, he doesn’t expect to find happiness because that would lie in the arms of a man.

Men loving men and women loving women no longer brings capital punishment, but banishment from Halcyon Hush, one of the only towns managing to survive and carefully thrive, is nearly the same thing. Outside of Halcyon Hush’s walls, dangerous raiders kill first and rob later, and that’s without the hopeless prospect of finding shelter for the night.

So Ira lives a lonely life as one of the town’s only surgeons, but he thinks he is content, if nothing else. Until he unexpectedly has to work together with Doctor Richard McLean and temptation proves too much for either of them.

I have such a thing for apocalyptical world settings. One of my all time favorite books is a fantasy novel where the protagonist faces a grim fate in a post apocalyptical world like this one.

If you want to hear more, I actually read an excerpt of Halcyon Hush on YouTube here. Now, I have to warn you, I’m a sponge when it comes to accents, and I’ve soaked up English from many places. If you need subtitles, I’ll add the excerpt below.

I’m giving away a $25 gift card for Adagio Teas instead of offering a free copy of Halcyon Hush (because I want to make money for Outserve!). To enter, please tell me in the comments below, if Halcyon Hush ever became a movie… who would you like to see as Ira and Richard? (What? A girl can dream, right?)

And even if you think, well, this story isn’t for me, there are 24 others in this Charity Blitz. There is literally everything in uniform you can possibly imagine, from paramedics to military people to firefighters, so please go browse the link below. It is after all for a good cause.

In the meantime, thank you for spending a little time with me and my story, and a great big thank you to Elin for having me. It really means a lot.

Excerpt of Halcyon Hush:

It wasn’t fatigue as much as the bad lighting that made him put his pen down some time around two in the morning. Ellis rubbed at his eyes and felt them sting behind their lids, the corners filling with dampness as he squeezed them shut. Sparks of all colors and intensity flickered against the darkness.

“I thought you were joking when you said you were going to do paperwork. You’ll ruin your eyesight.” For the second time that night, McLean made Ellis startle. It annoyed him. Ellis was perfectly aware why he was so on edge around McLean, but usually he had a better handle on it. “I was going to lie down while it was quiet for a bit but you look like you need it more than I do.”

While lying down was exactly what Ellis had been about to do, he waved a hand at the futon. “Go ahead. I’m good.” With a shrug McLean turned away, pulling the top of his scrubs over his head. The black hair at the back of his neck looked damp, and Ellis saw a droplet quiver at the end of a strand before it fell down McLean’s naked flesh. Small rivulets of water ran down McLean’s back, pebbling the pale skin into goosebumps. It looked like he’d had a refreshing dip in an ice-cold bucket, too. And hadn’t bothered to dry off very well after. Ellis lifted his face to the ceiling and closed his eyes. From the futon came a rustle of stiff-starched sheets and the sound of a pillow being thumped into submission.

“There’s room, you know.” Ellis’ eyes flashed open wide. There was an unsavory-looking stain on the ceiling tiles. “Not much, granted,” McLean went on when Ellis didn’t move. “But enough, if you need to rest.”

Slowly, as if moving too fast might aggravate the yearning Ellis had never allowed to surface, he straightened and looked at McLean. The corner of the blankets lifted in invitation exposed McLean lying on his side, leaning up on his elbow. His face, as always, was perfectly serene, but there was a twinkle in his eye Ellis couldn’t afford to examine.

“I’m fine here,” Ellis said. He expected McLean to let it go. On the rare occasions that they worked together, Ellis had never known the man to press a point if there wasn’t a life depending on it. This time, however, McLean dropped the covers, letting them pool over his narrow waist and leaving his chest exposed. The hand not propping up his head slid across the starched sheet and patted it once.

“Go on.” The smile he gave Ellis was beguiling. “You’d like to.”

The yearning left Ellis’ core and entered his bloodstream, a steady thrum of want pounding through his system. “Even if I did–” Ellis tried but couldn’t quite keep the regret out of his voice. “It is forbidden.” It wasn’t a capital offense any more for men to be with men, or women with women. Not like it had been when the most important task of any survivor was to ensure the continuation of their bloodline. The punishment now was banishment, but since survival alone out in the harsh, burned-up world was near impossible, it was hardly an improvement. The roaming tribes that dug their temporary homes underground had a tendency to kill first, rob later. And even that was a fate preferable to being caught outside in a midnight gale.

“Times are changing.” McLean didn’t let up the eye contact and Ellis found he could not look away.

When Ellis had declined to take a wife at the cutoff age of thirty-five, he hadn’t been tossed out of town. Avoided, maybe. His standing as one of the best town physicians had offered him a measure of protection. As well as the fact that he had already done his duty under the law and fathered two children. For this he was allowed to live alone rather than in one of the bachelor houses where two or three men shared their space. Ellis supposed having roommates was meant to be an incentive to move on and start a family. Still, McLean did have a point. “Maybe so,” Ellis conceded. “But not fast enough for the likes of you and me.”

The complete Charity Sip Blitz Package is currently 15% off at  Torquere Books.
You can find each story separately here.
Halcyon Hush itself can be found here.
Torquere matches any proceeds again to give to Outserve, which is awesome.

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(In case you were wondering, the Felix Felicis tea is my FAVORITE. It smells of chocolate and freshly moved lawn on an early spring day and chiseled abs and—*blinks*)

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LOL, Facebook scares me too Indra, and thank you very much for the kind words about Kit. Please give Lindsay my love and tell her that Kit and Griffin will be back when I get their plot sorted out. 🙂

Hump Day Hook

Happy Wednesday. 

Hump Day Hook is a weekly blog hop where authors post bits of published works or WIPs that excite the interest of the reader and make them want to carry on reading. Or at least that’s the idea. I generally post right up to the punchline, because that’s the way I roll, and I can never really bring myself to believe that readers will be bothered to come back next week to see what happened. Just click on the picture to go to the blog with a list of participants.

Anyhow – as per usual, I’m posting an excerpt of my old Regency romance, written after I asked myself what Georgette Heyer might have written like after a couple of bottles of Rioja and half a spliff.

At this point Sir Patrick Fitzgerald has woken up, horribly hungover, to some rather startling news.

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Lord Patrick picked up the newssheet that Phelim tossed onto his lap and his eyes opened fully for the first time. A moment later he was cursing and scrabbling through his pockets. He found Aubrey’s note of hand and cursed even louder.

“I’ll kill Poulson,” he raged. “He must have crawled out from under the table and straight round to his office. The Post is going to need a new editor. They’ll never hold me to it, you know. I’ll be damned before I marry some jumped up baronets sister.”

“And there was me thinking you’d done rather well for yourself,” said Phelim, shaking his head. Pat stopped in mid-snarl and glared at him.

“Why?” he demanded.

“Because she’s a beauty, that’s why, and an heiress. The Stanton-Riverses have no need of your ill-gotten cash. The only reason she hasn’t been snapped up long before is because she’s a bit of a blue-stocking but at least she’ll be able to occupy herself while you’re out throwing up in a gutter somewhere. Her father died the best part of two years ago and every fortune hunter in Town has been licking his chops and prowling around her. One almost won her a month or so back but she was too sharp for him.” Phelim considered his master for a moment then sighed. “You know, I always thought it would take someone special to tempt Lady Cicely down from her shelf and instead you’ve taken a broomstick and knocked her down. Look, before you do anything stupid, see the girl. I promise you, you’ll be pleasantly surprised, though what she will think is anybody’s guess.”

Pat re-read the announcement in the paper then gingerly rose from his bed. He was very tall with the build of a prizefighter, an impression accentuated by his slightly crooked nose and the scar tissue on his knuckles. He swayed as he walked towards the door.

“I’ll look her over,” he promised. “Pump in the stable yard, you said?”

Phelim watched him go with a grin. “I was only joking,” he said quietly to the closing door. “God help the poor lass if she takes him.”

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But will she?

Whoa neddy!

I’ve just heard something astonishing.

FinalistSM On a Lee Shore is a finalist in the LGBT Historical category of the Rainbow Awards!

And in such amazing company too. I’ve read two of the other four – Promises Made Under Fire by Charlie Cochrane and The Left Hand of Calvus by L A Witt – and both filled me with the deep satisfaction you get when reading a superb story well told.

To say I’m honoured doesn’t really begin to cover it.

comfy chair

Charlie is a repeat offender as far as the comfy chair is concerned. So much so that the usual list of questions no longer apply and she has her own coffee mug on the dresser! White, no sugar, right?

She is here today to answer some questions about her new release, the latest in the wildly popular Cambridge Fellows series, Lessons for a Suspicious Mind.

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Elin : In this episode of Jonty and Orlando’s adventures they are asked to investigate not one but two suicides. Suicide is a very difficult and emotive subject. Did you have any qualms about tackling it in this novel?

Charlie : I think I have qualms with every mystery I write, because there’s usually a suspicious death and death is never to be taken lightly. I once had Jonty making a flippant remark about how enjoyable a murder is to solve and Mark at Cheyenne – quite rightly – asked me to tone it down. That’s why I read/write cosy mysteries as opposed to anything with lots of gore and detail in. One can appreciate the chase and ignore the reality.

In terms of suicide, I felt that the lads had to tackle it at some point as Orlando is still so deeply affected by his father’s death, and their own first case involved somebody taking their own life. If they get asked to investigate a variety of cases they’re bound to be confronted with all sorts of things which are difficult (not least the time they had to find out who killed one of the boys who abused Jonty suffered at school) so this time Orlando has to work his way through the pain he feels. I’ve tried to have that as a thread running through the story to show the lifelong effects a suicide can have on those left behind.

Elin : As you write more Cambridge Fellows, stories do your guys come up with more surprises backstory wise?

Charlie : Do they ever. You just think you know them and…bingo! I had some of the background clear in my mind before I started writing the series (what happened to Jonty at school, Orlando having problems with his parents, although I wasn’t sure what they were) but much of it has appeared organically. All the stuff about Orlando’s grandmother and grandfather and Jonty’s sister’s phobia about sex were great surprises. I daren’t start to explore all the branches of Jonty’s family or I’d never stop turning up odd things!

Elin : The country house mystery is a mainstay of British detective fiction but some of the customs must seem rather strange to non-UK readers. How much world-building did you have to do?

Charlie : Not enough, according to my editor when he saw the first draft. Trouble is I see the location so clearly (I based Fyfield, in this book, on a hotel we’d stayed at) that I don’t always put the detail of that on the page. That all had to be rectified at the edits stage so the poor reader could get an idea of what Fyfield was like. Same for the social conventions of the era. I read lots of Victorian/Edwardian literature and so the details of what houses were like, how they were run and the like are fairly vivid for me. I live in an Edwardian property. Sash windows are part of everyday life, so it rarely occurs to me that my readers may never have had to open one. My editors have to ensure I share these important details with the reader (but that’s what editors are for, to pick up on my mistakes!)

Elin : Obviously at that time Jonty and Orlando couldn’t share a room, but what’s to stop them waiting until everyone is in bed and creeping along the landing?

Charlie : Have you ever stayed in an old house with creaky floorboards or doors? As I said, our house is Edwardian and anybody pottering about in the night makes their presence felt. Large houses also had huge numbers of staff (Downton underestimates this). Some would probably have been working late and early to clean, etc and might – possibly – have been moving about the house during the wee small hours bringing things that people had called for. No problem to us, if we were in the same position these days, just the embarassment of being seen in your nightie when you go to attend to a call of nature. But if you were a man coming out of another man’s bedroom and there was a suggestion about your appearance that you’d indulged in (to use a technical term) rumpy-pumpy, you could face at best below-stairs gossip and at worst disgrace and disaster. In Lessons for Suspicious Minds they get caught doing the midnight run and have to busk like mad to cover over what they’re really up to!

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The latest adventure for Jonty and Orlando, Lessons for Suspicious Minds, is now available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, ARe and all the usual places.

Blurb:
An invitation to stay at a friend of the Stewart family’s stately home can only mean one thing for Jonty Stewart and Orlando Coppersmith—a new case for the amateur sleuths! With two apparently unrelated suicides, a double chase is on.

But things never run smoothly for the Cambridge fellows. In an era when their love dare not speak its name, the chance of discovery (and disgrace) is ever present—how do you explain yourself when a servant discovers you doing the midnight run along the corridor?

The chase stops being a game for Orlando when the case brings back memories of his father’s suicide and the search for the identity of his grandfather. And the solution presents them with one of the most difficult moral decisions they’ve had to make…

Excerpt:

“Lovely, isn’t it?” A familiar voice in Orlando’s ear announced the arrival of his light of love.

“Magnificent. Although I’m feeling rather guilty about enjoying it so much.” Orlando sipped his champagne.

“Why’s that?” Jonty leaned on the wall, fingers rubbing along the warm stone.

“Because I used to think there could never be so splendid a view as the one from my bedroom at the Old Manor.” Orlando was always given the best guest bedroom, and the view down the stream valley, with the willows and water meadows, was his constant delight. “I daren’t admire this or else I’ll feel treacherous.”

“Familial loyalty is a noble thing, but it shouldn’t blind one’s eyes to objective assessment.” Jonty cuffed his friend’s arm. “A man can like champagne and coffee without being disloyal to either. Although if you’re worried that Mama will smack your bottom again for harbouring such perfidious opinions, then I’ll keep your secret. What’s so wonderful about this view that it’s made you come over all soppy?”

Orlando quickly looked around to see if anyone could overhear, before whispering, “Apart from the fact that it’s almost as breathtakingly beautiful as you are?”

“You big Jessie. Be serious.”

“I was. There’s a second factor, though. Sussex is natural—or at least it looks natural, even if the vista I see there was probably all planned and laid out by the hand of man. Here, it’s mathematical and precise.” Orlando swept his hand towards the two matching avenues of poplars. “See how their shadows cross the lawn. I’m sure they were planted to catch the evening sun, just as the ones opposite would have been planted to catch the sunrise. Those shadows are superb.”

“They are. However, much as I’d hate to spoil your wonderful theory, the sun does move, you know. Or maybe the earth does.” Jonty scratched his head. “Anyway, it only rises due east at the equinoxes. This time of year it’s already heading north of east, or maybe it’s coming back again. Anyway, the pattern of those shadows would vary throughout the year.”

“I know that,” Orlando said, just a touch too quickly to suggest to Jonty anything other than the fact he was lying. “That’s what I admire so much—the consideration of what it must look like in the different seasons.”

Jonty made a noise which might have been written as “Pfft”; something remarkably like the hideous noise the man’s car made when the engine wasn’t quite firing as it should. “I’ve already caught Papa out, having to string a bit of a story to our host who doesn’t yet seem to be aware of the motive behind our being summoned here. His mother’s been as cagey with him as you were with me and my parents were with both of us. I’ve got my eye in for a lie and I believe you as little as I believe him.”

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Many thanks, Charlie for answering my questions – again 🙂

You can follow Charlie at her website or on her blog.

Grammarly

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I’m one of the , probably many millions of, people offered a free month of Grammarly Premium, the online proofreader, in return for blogging about it.

My only previous experience of Grammarly was to read the self published novel of a friend who claimed that Grammarly was all she needed to turn out a professional quality product and she didn’t know why people bothered with that whole tedious submission, content edit, copy edit, proof reading business. After reading the novel, I very gently tried to correct this assumption and she no longer speaks to me.

As you can imagine, my impression of Grammarly is somewhat sceptical. However I’m going to give it a really fair whack and will report back on it. This maybe unfair of me since everything I’m currently writing has really hard words in it that confuse the hell out of Word’s built in spell/grammar checker but any dictionary that doesn’t have ‘reins’ in it, instead insisting that I substitute ‘reigns’, isn’t worth the paper or pixels it’s printed on.

I’d love to compare notes with anyone else who is giving it a trial.

Announcing a blog hop for this intense erotic novel that combines a M/F romance with a M/M one.

Jealousy

Blurb:

When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.

Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.

In this modern day ‘Will and Grace’ meets ‘Sex and the City’, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.

Reviewed here by Cat of MM Good Book Reviews.

Join in the blog hop:

October 1
Falling In Fall – http://fallinginfall.blogspot.com
Sweets Books – http://www.sweetsbooks.wordpress.com

October 2
Morning After a Good Book – http://morningafteragoodbook.blogspot.com/
Jessica’s Book Review – http://www.jessicasbookreview.com
StayBlu Reads – http://www.stayblureads.blogspot.co

October 3
Love Between the Sheets – http://www.readlovelust.com
Rumpled Sheets Blog – http://rumpledsheetsblog.wordpress.com/

October 4
Alphas Authors & Books Oh My – http://alphasauthorsbooksohmy.info/
Rusty’s Reading – http://rustysreading.com
booky ramblings of a neurotic mom – http://beanieboo78.wordpress.com/

October 5
Mustreadbooksordie – http://mustreadbooksordie.blogspot.com/
Jill Prand – http://jillprand.blogspot.com
Keepin’ it Real Book Blog – http://www.krbblog.com

October 6
Book Fanatic – http://ronireviews.blogspot.com/
Reading Bliss – http://ashleysreadingbliss.blogspot.com
Thoughts and Reviews – http://www.thoughtsandreviews.com

October 7
Mary Elizabeth’s Crazy Book Obsession –
http://www.maryelizabethscrazybookobsession.com/
Love Books? Blog Books
https://plus.google.com/u/0/111744803711149044975/posts

October 8
Into the Night Reviews – http://intothenightbookreviews.blogspot.com
Scandalous Book Blog – http://scandalousbookblog.blogspot.co.uk/

October 9
The book obsessed momma – http://www.thebookobsessedmomma.blogspot.com
Stories and Swag – http://storiesandswag.blogspot.com
sweet sassy sexy book blog – http://sweetsassysexybookblog.wordpress.com/

October 10
Wild Wordy Women – http://wildwordywomen.com/
Swoon Worthy Books – http://www.swoonworthybooks.com
Sensuous Promos – – http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com

Saturday Recs

Saturday so time for another recently read gem from my book heap – it used to be a pile but the dog knocked it over.

This week I’d like to recommend “You Are Here” by Chris Delyani. I interviewed Chris a few weeks ago and was very intrigued by the book so I bought and began to read an ecopy, then was delighted to be offered and sent a paperback. Thanks Chris 🙂 I mention this in the interest of full disclosure but I’d have been scheduling this post anyway.

I suppose I could describe it as a contemporary romance but it’s very much more than that. It tells the story of three very different men – Peter, a quiet young man who desperately wants to be an artist, Miles, searching for an ex-lover, and Nick, the best looking man anyone anywhere has ever seen. Over the course of the book the three impact on each other’s lives in different ways, aided and abetted by the most real cast of supporting characters I think I’ve ever seen in a romance, sometimes through affairs, sometimes through kindnesses or cruelties. Nobody is perfect. Every man jack of them has moments of selfishness or idiocy, moments where, reading, I growled at them and wanted to administer a short sharp slap, but I never at any point, and this is rare in romances, said “what the heck did you do that for?” Very highly recommended.

The latest adventure for Jonty and Orlando, Lessons for Suspicious Minds, is now available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, ARe and all the usual places.

I’ll be chatting to Charlie next Tuesday about the book and the inspiration for it.

Blurb:
An invitation to stay at a friend of the Stewart family’s stately home can only mean one thing for Jonty Stewart and Orlando Coppersmith—a new case for the amateur sleuths! With two apparently unrelated suicides, a double chase is on.

But things never run smoothly for the Cambridge fellows. In an era when their love dare not speak its name, the chance of discovery (and disgrace) is ever present—how do you explain yourself when a servant discovers you doing the midnight run along the corridor?

The chase stops being a game for Orlando when the case brings back memories of his father’s suicide and the search for the identity of his grandfather. And the solution presents them with one of the most difficult moral decisions they’ve had to make…
Excerpt:
“Are we content, Dr. Coppersmith?” Jonty, warm from the port and just slightly dishevelled from an encounter with the family’s Irish wolfhound, stood in Orlando’s doorway in the guest corridor to say his goodnights. Although, as usual, the loquacious toad couldn’t just say “see you tomorrow” and have done with it. Not when five hundred words would suffice.

“We are. Two mysteries. What more could a man want?” The man he loved to share his bed with him, obviously, but neither of them would be getting that. They’d managed a bit of room hopping at the Old Manor—where nobody seemed to bat an eyelid—and when they took a two-bedroom suite at a hotel, but neither of them was going to risk a pyjama-clad slink along the corridor at Fyfield.

Maybe Jonty was feeling the same reluctance to part for the night.

“The nature of the cases not worrying you?”

“No!” Orlando said, avoiding Jonty’s gaze but not able to avoid the disapproving sniff. “Sorry, shouldn’t have been so abrupt. No, I’m fine.”

Jonty leaned his head against the doorframe, clearly weighing up whether he was being told the truth and how far to pursue it if he wasn’t. Orlando had seen that determined look before.

“As you wish.” Jonty stifled a yawn. “I shall see you in the morning. Breakfast and then interrogating the chambermaids?”

“Something like that. Sleep well.”

“I will. My head will hit the pillow and then it’ll be morning tea time.” Jonty slipped away to his room, leaving Orlando, unmoving, staring at the door. Sleep wasn’t going to be easy to find, with dormant memories of his father—cruelly awoken more than once today—dogging his thoughts. He was far too used to having Jonty’s cold feet in the small of his back or his gentle snoring in his ear.

Maybe he could lull himself to sleep by dreaming up a plan of campaign to solve what seemed like two impossible problems.

Charlie

http://www.charliecochrane.co.uk

http://charliecochrane.livejournal.com

Love at first sight

Edward II and one of the great love stories of the Middle Ages

Colin Falconer

It is love at first sight.

I knew from the moment I laid eyes that this would be forever. Men like my father, like my cousin Lancaster sneer at such conceits but I know it to be true and my life will bear out the truth of it.

You say you believe in love. What would you have done in my position?

If you love someone you want to give them the earth, don’t you? I did not possess the earth but I possessed a good portion of it, much of England anyway and I was in a position to be generous. As King of England was I not entitled to choose who I loved? I must marry for political reasons, I understood this was my duty, but England could not rule my heart as well.

But you have your queen now, my barons said, and they sought to threaten me. You cannot have affairs. Anyone else must be sent away – exile they said, nothing less.

So of course I defied them. Isn’t that what any true lover would have done?

Edward II and Piers Gaveston by Marcus Stone. Wikimedia

But in the end, for the good of England, I let my love be sent into exile. It broke my heart. Later I realised the mistake I had made. Should you ever find your soul mate, then you will know what I mean. You cannot live without them.

So I rescinded the order. It was an act of courage, not weakness. This is a love story, I told you that.

So when later my love was threatened, I took up arms. What would you call a man who will not stand up for what he loves?

I fought tooth and nail.

Men have been called heroes before me and after me for doing so.

Why not me?

And then my sweet lover, the one who set my body and soul on fire with their kisses, the only one whose touch I craved, they were butchered in a field and their body left there mutilated?

My barons and my cousins did this. These were the ones I had to govern with, I needed their armies, their support. I could not take vengeance straight away, no matter the agony in my soul.

But I never forgot my love. Every day there were prayers said. Every year on the anniversary of their terrible death I went there and prayed. Till the day I died I never stopped loving.

The Gaveston Cross on Blacklow Hill, marking the site of Piers’ execution. Wikimedia

What else could I do?

What would you have done?

Yes, he was a man same as I. But I loved him as much as a man ever loved any woman.

You say you believe in love.

Then why should you judge me now?

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Isabella

Blurb:

She was taught to obey. Now she has learned to rebel.

12 year old Isabella, a French princess marries the King of England – only to discover he has a terrible secret. Ten long years later she is in utter despair – does she submit to a lifetime of solitude and a spiritual death – or seize her destiny and take the throne of England for herself?

Isabella is just twelve years old when she marries Edward II of England. For the young princess it is love at first sight – but Edward has a terrible secret that threatens to tear their marriage – and England apart.

Who is Piers Gaveston – and why is his presence in the king’s court about to plunge England into civil war?

The young queen believes in the love songs of the troubadours and her own exalted destiny – but she finds reality very different. As she grows to a woman in the deadly maelstrom of Edward’s court, she must decide between her husband, her children, even her life – and one breath-taking gamble that will change the course of history.

This is the story of Isabella, the only woman ever to invade England – and win.

In the tradition of Philippa Gregory and Elizabeth Chadwick, ISABELLA is thoroughly researched and fast paced, the little known story of the one invasion the English never talk about.

ISABELLA, Braveheart of France, available now from Amazon US and Amazon UK

And also available as POD from Cool Gus publishing.