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Keelhauling was “a severe punishment whereby the condemned man was dragged beneath the ship’s keel on a rope. It served as a terrible...

I made my way once more to the dreaded establishment. Ten more witches had been arrested, and I wanted a chance to question them before...

"Captain Parker's orders are to assassinate you by any available means…"
The letter may be anonymous, but the threat...

It was on the Bon Air where Clement finally managed to perfect his first working barometer. One day, while below deck talking to a few...

What happens when a king loses his prowess? The day Henry IV could finally declare he had vanquished his enemies, he threw it all away with an...

CPBC Blog Tour and Book Excerpt - They reached the west bank, stepping across the luminous reflection of the shore and onto the reality....

“Look at all the little boats, Mummy,” Georgiana said. She pointed at a jumble of vessels the size of large rowboats anchored in long columns...

With a sudden jolt, she woke, the predawn tranquility shattered by a distant rumble. Maggie sprang up, her eyes widening as she recognized...

I awaken suddenly and… I don’t know where I am. I’m not in my cabin. I can hear the pounding of my heartbeat thundering in my ears...

We wandered along the river, which was wider and shallower here than up at the house. We took off our shoes and socks, and I hiked up my skirt...

“Ah'd gie a poun’ sterling fer mah auld boots, even wi' th' holes ’n th' soles. At least ah cuid walk in thaim wi'oot blisters.”

“This man was a messenger of the King, one of his heralds. Look at him. He didn’t fall from his horse, Ralph. The war overseas...

I smooth the cover of the bed in my guest room and check that everything is as it should be for the arrival tomorrow of the exchange student from the UK...

Gwenna's life is about to change. Her father is dead and the family business on the brink of collapse. Thwarted by society, the plucky sweet...

By October 1938, Britain and all of Europe were of course watching Hitler and the Nazis with a wary eye and a sense that war was inevitable...

When Master Curran had departed, Seb was alone in the dormitory. The others were all at their work, leaving him to lie against the pillow...

My paternal grandfather, Guido: he served in the Italian army during the Second World War and told me stories about the conflict...

A foggy dawn, and as the last notes of reveille sounded from the castle below, an officer of the Inniskilling Regiment strode purposefully down...

Historical Fiction Told Like it Should be
Isn't it just so great when you find one of those books that completely drags you in...

Stretching in her carriage, Anne’s thoughts fell on her rival. Louise de Savoy would have heard of her son’s mishap by now...

Maggie Armstrong stood on the gentle slope, letting the early evening breeze caress her cheeks. Though the sun sank low along the horizon...

"He's committed eleven robberies in the past three months. Last night alone, he stole a necklace worth a small fortune…

“What happened?” Tatiana asked nervously. “Was someone arrested?”
“No, no one was arrested,” Leonid quickly reassured her...

It was the simplest of caresses, and yet Drefan’s thumb inscribing small circles on her belly was a touch of such intimacy, such easy familiarity...

The effects of Annwr’s wine had worn off, but instead of offering Caelym another cup, she fed him thin porridge, spooning it into his mouth and wiping...

CPBC Blog Tour and Book Excerpt - The Story of An 18th Century Woman from A Prominent New England Family Who Went from A Life...

“I see them, sweetheart,” Isabel said. “Do you remember that they’re called sampans? People use them for fishing. But I had no idea there would be...

Caroline - November 18, 1948 - The next time that witch, Sister Alva comes for me, I'll be ready. She's not going to put me in that tub again...

‘Good morning, Maman.’ Amalia was dressed in a simple blue serge dress, her dark hair plaited and wrapped around her head...

I remember my mother as if it was yesterday, her dark curly hair piled up on top and a gentle Irish lilt to her voice. But I realise now that these are...

Sándor wiped the sweat from his sunburnt face. The midday heat made the horses pant and the knights curse under their breaths...

Some writers take expensive (but tax-deductible) research trips. Not me. For Small Eden, I took as my inspiration the house I’ve lived in for the past two...

The face should be trained never to show a trace of anxiety or alarm, no matter how grave the occasion; no surprise should be expressed even by so...

Richmond Palace, 1582
Having wished to be a courtier for so many years, I fought against self-doubt now my chance had come. My mouth...

The following night, Jack sat in Aunt Catherine’s parlor on Tory Row in Cambridge. Oliver sat silently sipping his brandy, but Father’s round face glowed...

April 1912 – Isabel Taylor clutched her straw hat in one hand and her daughter Georgiana’s hand in the other, as the China Seas...

I stood by the arched entryway to my parents' home. My cheek still tingled from the blow Father had dealt me moments before...

Four days later, Otto Kessler returned to St. Ludger's. This time the Gestapo officer was not alone. "Hartmann Bottger! You are under arrest...

The ballroom of the recently completed Palazzo Balbi was luxurious, with a high, painted ceiling and crystal chandelier hanging at its center...

I don't want to hurt Mother anymore, but I have my life to get on with. This damn war overshadows every moment and every decision I have to make.

My throat pricks, and it feels as if a hand squeezes my neck, trying to choke me. I hate this feeling, even more than the raspy sounds my voice...

Thrown into the Iraq War as a casualty replacement, a young Army lieutenant realizes he has more to face than just Al Qaeda...

Now she was frightened, and she tightened her grip on her son’s hand. A noise to the rear startled her. In concentrating on the man in front of her...

24 AD, Southeast Britannia
Gasping, snorting, Marcellus thought he was drowning in a tumultuous sea when he awoke. With water all over his face...

Inside the roundhouse Nara halted at the doorway. She lifted her chin and faced her father, who sat in his usual place at the far end of the firestones...

“Fabulous and enthralling from start to finish! (International Review of Books)
“Great writing! A really great story wonderfully put together...

At least fifty passengers stood at the bow rail watching the city come into view. Isabel smiled at the line of hats her female shipmates wore:

My paternal grandfather, Guido: he served in the Italian army during the Second World War and told me stories about the conflict...

The following midafternoon, the detachment trudged single-file into dense wood through humidity so heavy it seemed to steam from the ground...

She had been wandering the gardens listlessly, followed always by one of the old women, perhaps Grandma Cadogan...

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