Guest Post with Elaine Cougler, author of The Loyalist’s Luck & Giveaway (eBook-Int’l)


I’m pleased to welcome Elaine Cougler, author of The Loyalist’s Luck to Peeking Between the Pages today as she tours with Historical Fiction Virtual Book Tours.  The Loyalist’s Luck is the second book in The Loyalist Trilogy and having read the first book The Loyalist’s Wife I’m really looking forward to this one.  Elaine joins us today with a guest post and please be sure to pop by at the end of the post for a chance to win an eBook copy of The Loyalist’s Luck.  For now enjoy Elaine’s guest post entitled A FRENCH CASTLE, A LITTLE HISTORY, AND FINDING NUGGETS…


Crossing the gray river seemed such a short journey, only a few hundred feet. But Lucinda Garner was fleeing from all she knew. Crowded into the flat-bottomed bateau, clutching Harper John, and jammed against her husband amidst the others loyal to the King, she struggled to keep her footing as the boat pitched and tossed in the unruly waters. She glanced back one more time at the old French Castle high on the hill behind, almost lost in the morning mist.
“We’ll never set foot on that side of the river again, mark my words.” Her friend Nellie’s voice was in her ear.

From The Loyalist’s Luck by Elaine Cougler


You never know what funny facts you’ll unearth when researching for a novel. Take my visit to Fort Niagara, which is situated just across the Niagara River from Niagara-on-the-Lake in present-day New York State. I thought I was visiting a fort that had been passed back and forth between the British and the Americans in the early days of our North American history and so I was.

I learned, however, that the thick stone-walled centerpiece of the fort actually dates back to 1726 and trading between the French and the native tribes plentiful in the area at the time. This magnificent structure has been called the French Castle for generations.

The French, who were nervous about being surrounded by thousands of natives with whom they traded, built the fort as a cautionary move. This action actually shocked and angered the natives who did not believe in ownership of the land. Erecting such a permanent structure was against their principles. The French, however, mollified the natives by saying their purpose was to provide a place of hospitality for their native friends.

Politics. Nevertheless, the ‘French Castle’ still stands at wonderful Fort Niagara, a testament to superior building practices in the eighteenth century.

Walking the second floor hall and the steps to the other levels and viewing the rooms where soldiers would have been billeted gave me a wonderful sense of setting for both The Loyalist’s Wife and its sequel, The Loyalist’s Luck. I walked my characters’ walk, making Lucy’s vision as she and John left their former home easy for me to visualize and write.


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Guest Post & Giveaway (US only) with C.C. Humphreys, author of The French Executioner


Today I’ve got a guest post for everyone from author C.C. Humphreys and his newest novel The French Executioner which Mark Huffam, who produced the first season of the HBO hit series Game of Thrones, has signed on to produce the movie adaptation of The French Executioner, which has been optioned by an acclaimed Hollywood producer/director.  I’ll be reviewing The French Executioner in November so watch for my review then.  In the meantime enjoy the guest post and be sure to enter my giveaway for a chance to win your own copy.



Where do the ideas for novels come from?

I remember exactly what I was doing when the idea for The French Executioner hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was working out.

I was living in Vancouver at the time. Making my living as an actor. I’d written a couple of plays. But my dream from childhood had always been to write historical fiction.

I wasn’t thinking of any of that, on that day in a gym in 1993. I was thinking about shoulder presses. Checking my form in the mirror.

This is what happened. (It also shows you the rather strange associations in my brain!)

I lift the weight bar.
Me, in my head. ‘God, I’ve got a long neck.’
Lower bar.
‘If I was ever executed,’ – Raise bar – ‘it would be a really easy shot for the ax.’
Lower bar.
‘Or the sword. Because, of course, Anne Boleyn was executed with a sword.’
Raise bar. Stop half way.
‘Anne Boleyn had six fingers on one hand.’

Flash! Boom! Put down bar before I drop it. It came together in my head, as one thing: the executioner, brought from France to do the deed, (I remembered that from school). Not just taking her head. Taking her hand as well, that infamous hand – and then the question all writers have to ask: what happened next?

I scurried to the library. Took out books. I knew it had to be a novel. I did some research, sketched a few ideas. But the problem was, I wasn’t a novelist. A play had seemed like a hill. A novel – well, it was a mountain, and I wasn’t ready to climb it. So I dreamed a while, then quietly put all my research, sketches, notes away.

But I never stopped thinking about it. The story kept coming and whenever I was in a second hand bookstore I’d study the history shelves and think: if ever I write that novel – which I probably never will – I’ll want… a battle at sea between slave galleys. So I’d buy a book on that subject, read it. Buy another, read it.

November 1999. Six years after being struck by lightning. I’m living back in England and I find a book on sixteenth century mercenaries – and I knew the novel I was never going to write would have mercenaries. Twenty pages in, I turn to my wife and say: “You know, I think I’m going to write that book.” And she replies, “It’s about bloody time.”

I wrote. The story, all that research, had stewed in my head for so long, it just poured out. Ten months and I was done. I wondered if it was any good. I sent it to an agent. She took me on and had it sold three months later.

I was a novelist after all.


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Guest Post with Janel Gradowski, author of The Queen of Bad Decisions & Giveaway (eBook only)


Today I’ve got Janel Gradowski, author of The Queen of Bad Decisions visiting the blog.  Some of you may remember Janel from her days blogging at Janel’s Jumble which is where I met her about five years ago.  Well now she spends her time writing and has published several books.  I reviewed her newest The Queen of Bad Decisions and Must Love Sandwiches – both from The Bartonville Series – yesterday (my review) and I enjoyed both books a great deal.  They are light, fun reads and perfect for those times when you don’t feel like reading something heavy and long.  Today Janel joins us with a guest post about her writing…


“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” George Eliot

That is my favorite quote. In fact, I have a print of it hanging on the wall above my desk. It is a little reminder to always follow my dreams because hopes and aspirations don’t have an expiration date.

I am a late bloomer in the fiction writing world. I was forty when my first flash fiction stories began appearing online in journals and contests. This wasn’t because I had recently decided that I wanted to be a writer. No, I decided I wanted to be a writer when I was in the fifth grade at the tender age of 10. In my teens and early 20’s I subscribed to writing magazines and I think I even entered a few writing contests, which I didn’t win. While I held down many jobs during that time, from renting apartments to college students to greeting shoppers in a grocery store, my favorite was writing press releases for the stock car race track that I also worked at. It was such a thrill to see words that I wrote in the newspaper. I was a published author, of sorts. There wasn’t a lot of creativity in listing race winners and my name wasn’t always included when the press release was published. Still, I enjoyed the work.

Then life got in the way. I got married, found a steady job working in the pre-press department at a newspaper, bought a house and had children. My old stories and ideas got stuffed into binders and buried among the clutter in the basement. After I had my second child I decided I wanted to make some inexpensive Christmas presents for friends and family, so I pulled out an also forgotten stash of beads. Soon I found that I had a knack for doing beadwork. It wasn’t long before I began designing my own patterns. Somewhere, in between the dirty diapers, mountains of laundry, seed beads and stacks of jotted down notes, I managed to read a book that talked about writing down dreams and goals as a way to help them manifest. So I scribbled “I want to be a published author” on a sheet of paper and tucked it away in between the pages of a notebook. Within a year I was regularly seeing my beadwork patterns published in major beadwork magazines. One of my designs was even the cover image for an issue.

What an exciting time that was. I loved stopping by the magazine area at Barnes & Noble when one of my patterns was published. It was like a delicious secret to look at a magazine and know my work was inside. Designing and publishing the beadwork patterns was exciting, but as time went on I realized I had still left behind my childhood dream. I wanted to write stories.

As my fortieth birthday approached I went into a creativity mid-life crisis. I decided to give writing fiction a hearty effort to see what would happen. I was getting too old to sit back and let my dreams just wither away. Much to my surprise, editors liked my work. I began accumulating publishing credits and then decided to compile some of my stories into ebooks.

I just released my fourth ebook, a novelette called “The Queen of Bad Decisions”. It is the second book in my Bartvonille Series of women’s fiction with recipes. The series is a form of serialized fiction, so stories will range from flash fiction to novella length, all revolving around the people who live in an artists’ colony.

While being a writer can be challenging it is also very rewarding. I get to live all kinds of interesting alternate lives through my characters. While I may not be a 20-something rising literary star I sure am happy I took Ms. Eliot’s advice to heart and found that it is never too late to become the author I have always wanted to be.



Daisy’s life is sliding downhill at breakneck speed. Leaving her worthless boyfriend lands her back at her parents’ home, sleeping on the couch. After only a few days she is tired and annoyed. Her parents give new meaning to the term “early riser” and she can’t avoid unpleasant encounters with her obnoxious brother. The only escape from the familial torture is at her job in a book store. Her boss finds a solution to the housing dilemma, but Daisy will need to change more than her address labels to make the arrangement work.

This book is a novelette that contains approximately 11,500 words. Two, short bonus stories along with recipes are also included.

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JanelGThere are hundreds of fictional characters living in my mind. I love to let them out to play in my stories. I have written about everything from an insane ghost to a jealous wife with an explosive personality. Over the past few years many of my flash fiction and short stories have been published both online and in print. I have also been designing and publishing beadwork patterns for over 10 years. In 2012 I began publishing ebooks in my 6:1 Series. Each volume has six stories based on one theme. In 2013 I will begin publishing a culinary fiction series based in my home state of Michigan. While I love writing flash fiction, this new series will include novellas, novelettes and longer short stories as well as flash fiction pieces.

My favorite place to write is in my recliner, nestled into the corner of the living room. I can glance over my laptop screen and watch the wildlife perusing the field across the road. Everything from deer to turkeys and pheasants pass by as I wrestle the characters out of my head and onto the page. My almost constant companion and writing buddy is my beloved Golden Retriever, Cooper. He’s a great listener and always reminds to get up a stretch once in awhile, on the way to his treat jar. Besides my fur baby my family consists of two wonderful children and a fantastic husband.

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I have an eBook copy of both The Queen of Bad Decisions and Must Love Sandwiches by Janel Gradowski up for grabs to one lucky winner. To enter…

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Guest Post with Pamela Schoenewaldt, author of Swimming in the Moon & Giveaway (US only)


Please join me today in welcoming Pamela Schoenewaldt, author of Swimming in the Moon to the blog! I reviewed her newest novel Swimming in the Moon which released on September 3 yesterday (my review) and I have to say that this novel is another favorite of mine just as her first one When We Were Strangers was. She is a very talented author who writes beautiful books and I feel privileged to have read them. Today she joins us with a guest post entitled The Medieval Birth of a 20th Century Novel…


My second historical novel, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, is set in Naples and Cleveland from 1904 to 1913. Actually the project began a bit further back, in the Middle Ages. After I finished WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, which tells the journey of a needleworker from a mountain village in Abruzzo to America in the 1880s, I plunged into a project about a woman in the household of the wife of the Holy Roman Emperor in the late 11th C. I have to say, it was a bit of a slog, but I slogged through many iterations, found my way, and presented the first four chapters to my agent, who then passed it to the editor.


Who loved the chapters, she said. But . . . the immigration theme had such resonance with readers and interest in historical novel is moving into the early 20th C. Did I have anything more, hum, current? Could some of the themes in my novel be pushed a little from 1195 to, say, 1905? Mind you, this was a conference call between me, my agent and my editor. No pressure. Just put together a novel idea on the fly.

The amazing thing is, it happened. Adrenalin is magic. And in fact I had, in my medieval slog, been thinking of other themes and story ideas. A woman of great musical talent which her daughter doesn’t share. A mother whose fragile mind breaks: the theme called up for me so many friends today torn between living their own lives and the need to parent their own parents. In that high-tension conference call I pictured a mother and daughter in service forced to leave a Neapolitan villa which has sheltered them. I went to college near Cleveland and that city’s blend of scruffy history, cultural verve and immigrant neighborhoods has always intrigued me. Add vaudeville (why not?). In Knoxville where I live, I’m involved with several worker justice issues and a local union. I reeled off these themes to polite silence. Could I make all this into a treatment? Soon, I imagined, like tomorrow. I did. The story bloomed. Names and faces came to me; the plot formed itself. My slog was over and I was on my way to SWIMMING IN THE MOON.


As an addendum, it’s tempting to see stories like this as wasted time, blind alleys, but I think otherwise. Every story has its own way of coming, its own gestation. My early 20th C story had a long road, but the journey has its value and I’m grateful. I hope you enjoy reading SWIMMING IN THE MOON as much I enjoyed living with it.



Italy, 1905. Fourteen-year-old Lucia and her young mother, Teresa, are servants in a magnificent villa on the Bay of Naples, where Teresa soothes their unhappy mistress with song. But volatile tempers force them to flee, exchanging their warm, gilded cage for the cold winds off Lake Erie and Cleveland’s restless immigrant quarters.

With a voice as soaring and varied as her moods, Teresa transforms herself into the Naples Nightingale on the vaudeville circuit. Clever and hardworking, Lucia blossoms in school until her mother’s demons return, fracturing Lucia’s dreams.

Yet Lucia is not alone in her struggle for a better life. All around her, friends and neighbors, new Americans, are demanding decent wages and working conditions. Lucia joins their battle, confronting risks and opportunities that will transform her and her world in ways she never imagined.

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Pamela Schoenewaldt lived for ten years in a small town outside Naples, Italy. Her short stories have appeared in literary magazines in England, France, Italy and the United States. Her play, “Espresso con mia madre” (Espresso with my mother) was performed at Teatro Cilea in Naples. She taught writing for the University of Maryland, European Division and the University of Tennessee and now lives in Knoxville, Tennessee with her husband, Maurizio Conti, a physicist, and their dog Jesse, a philosopher.

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I have one copy of Swimming in the Moon by Pamela Schoenewaldt to share with my readers.  To enter…

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This giveaway is open to US residents only (no PO boxes) and I will draw for the winner on September 21/13.  Good luck!


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