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Murder on the Golden Arrow Blitz

 

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The Kitty Worthington Mysteries, Book 1

 

Historical Mystery, Cozy Historical Mystery

 

Date Published: September 21, 2021

What’s a bright young woman to do when her brother becomes the main suspect in a murder? Why, solve the case of course.

England. 1923. After a year away at finishing school where she learned etiquette, deportment, and the difference between a salad fork and a fish one, Kitty Worthington is eager to return home. But minutes after she and her brother Ned board the Golden Arrow, the unthinkable happens. A woman with a mysterious connection to her brother is poisoned, and the murderer can only be someone aboard the train.

When Scotland Yard hones in on Ned as the main suspect, Kitty sets out to investigate. Not an easy thing to do while juggling the demands of her debut season and a mother intent on finding a suitable, aristocratic husband for her.

With the aid of her maid, two noble beaus, and a flatulent Basset Hound named Sir Winston, Kitty treads a fearless path through the glamorous world of high society and London’s dark underbelly alike to find the murderer. For if she fails, the insufferable Inspector Crawford will most surely hang a noose around her brother’s neck.

A frolicking historical cozy mystery filled with dodgy suspects, a dastardly villain, and an intrepid heroine sure to win your heart, Murder on the Golden Arrow is the first book in The Kitty Worthington Mysteries. For lovers of Agatha Christie and Downton Abbey alike.

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Murder at Westminster

 

The Kitty Worthington Mysteries, Book 2

Publisher: Hearts Afire Publishing

Release Date: June 3, 2022

 

Amateur sleuth Kitty Worthington once more jumps into the fray to catch the wily murderer of a high-ranking member of the nobility.

London. 1923. Much to her consternation, Kitty Worthington’s debut season is a resounding success, prompting marriage proposals from rogues, scoundrels, and ne’er do wells. Even as she dodges them, a new intrigue arises, and at Westminster, no less. A high-ranking member of the nobility is murdered, and her sister’s beau has been framed to take the fall.

With her beloved sister’s happiness at stake, Kitty once more sets out to investigate, ably aided by her faithful maid, two noble lords, a titled lady, and Sir Winston, her still flatulent Basset Hound. As they dash about London from pillar to post, from tenements to glittering ballrooms in search of the wily killer, can she convince the maddening, yet ever so handsome, Inspector Crawford to join the hunt? For if she fails, her sister’s beau may very well hang from the wrong end of a rope.

Murder at Westminster, the second book in The Kitty Worthington Mysteries, is another frolicking, historical cozy mystery filled with dodgy suspects, a wily villain, and an intrepid heroine sure to win your heart.

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Magda Alexander is the USA Today bestselling author of several books, including the popular STORM DAMAGES series. She’s equally at home writing historical mysteries and sexy contemporary romances. When she’s not glued to her laptop writing her next book, Magda loves to bake delicious goodies and try out new recipes in her Instant Pot. A lifelong learner, Magda earned her degree from the University of Maryland and now resides in a city whose history dates back to colonial times.

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High Treason at the Grand Hotel Blitz

 

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A Fiona Figg Mystery

 

 

Mystery, Historical Mystery

 

Release Date: January 5, 2021

 

Publisher: Level Best Books

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Paris. 1917. Never underestimate the power of a good hat… or a sharp hatpin.

Sent by the War Office to follow the notorious Black Panther, file clerk turned secret agent Fiona Figg is under strict orders not to get too close and not to wear any of her usual “get-ups.” But what self-respecting British spy can resist a good disguise? Within hours of her arrival in Paris, Fiona is up to her fake eyebrows in missing maids, jewel thieves, double agents, and high treason. When Fiona is found dressed as a bellboy holding a bloody paperknife over the body of a dead countess, it’s not just her career that’s on the block.

Her next date might be with Madame Guillotine.

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Kelly Oliver is the award winning and bestselling author of three mystery series, including The Jessica James Mysteries, the Pet Detective Mysteries, and the Fiona Figg Mysteries. When she’s not writing mysteries, she is a philosophy professor at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, TN.

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I Shot the Sheriff Blitz

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A Tragic Characters in Classic Lit Series Novel

 

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Date Published: November 30, 2020

William de Wendenal, the infamous Sheriff of Nottingham, has come to London, finally having wormed his way back into the good graces of the Royal family. Yet, not all of Society is prepared to forgive his former “supposed” transgressions, especially the Earl of Sherwood.

However, when de Wendenal is wounded in an attempt to protect Prince George from an assassin, he becomes caught up in a plot involving stolen artwork, kidnapping, murder, and seduction that brings him to Cheshire where he must willingly face a gun pointed directly at his chest and held by the one woman who stirs his soul, Miss Patience Busnick, the daughter of a man de Wendenal once escorted to prison.

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Regina Jeffers, an award-winning author of historical cozy mysteries, Austenesque sequels and retellings, as well as Regency era romances, has worn many hats over her lifetime: daughter, student, military brat, wife, mother, grandmother, teacher, tax preparer, journalist, choreographer, Broadway dancer, theatre director, history buff, grant writer, media literacy consultant, and author. Living outside of Charlotte, NC, Jeffers writes novels that take the ordinary and adds a bit of mayhem, while mastering tension in her own life with a bit of gardening and the exuberance of her “grand joys.”

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A Pride and Prejudice Vagary

Historical Mystery

Date Published: August 2020

 

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Fitzwilliam Darcy is devastated. The joy of his recent wedding has been cut
short by the news of the sudden death of his father’s beloved cousin,
Samuel Darcy. Elizabeth and Darcy travel to Dorset, a popular Regency resort
area, to pay their respects to the well-traveled and eccentric Samuel. But
this is no summer holiday. Danger bubbles beneath Dorset’s peaceful
surface as strange and foreboding events begin to occur. Several of
Samuel’s ancient treasures go missing, and then his body itself
disappears. As Darcy and Elizabeth investigate this mystery and unravel its
tangled ties to the haunting legends of Dark Dorset, the legendary
couple’s love is put to the test when sinister forces strike close to
home. Some secrets should remain secrets, but Darcy will do all he can to
find answers—even if it means meeting his own end in the damp depths
of a newly dug grave.

With malicious villains, dramatic revelations and heroic gestures, The
Mysterious Death of Mr. Darcy will keep Austen fans turning the pages right
up until its dramatic conclusion.

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She had left the pages resting on the small desk to stand and stare out the
window. Heavily, she leaned against the frame. Elizabeth’s cheek
rested against the cool pane. “Protect him, God,” she whispered
to the night sky. She said no more. God would know her sentiments regarding
the probability of Darcy’s demise.

There she had stood from three to five of the clock, staring out the
window, gazing at the road: She had kept an anxious vigil awaiting
Darcy’s return, but saw nothing. As dawn’s fingers broke through
the blackness, her anxiety increased.

“Where is he?” she whispered as she searched the outline of
trees and shrubbery on the horizon. Elizabeth reasoned, “If he were
injured, Mr. Holbrook would have brought word.” For a brief moment,
she felt the satisfaction of Darcy’s continued health, but the dread
Elizabeth had forcibly placed aside returned. “But if Fitzwilliam were
dead …” She stared intently at the narrow path leading to the main
road, the same road her husband would ride upon his return. Hot tears
pricked her eyes, and Elizabeth could not catch her breath. “Would
they not inform me?” she sobbed. “Would they not permit me to
comfort my husband in his last hours? His last minutes?”

A figure appeared at the far end of the path, and for the pause of three
heartbeats, hope swelled in Elizabeth’s chest. She clung to the sash
and watched as the figure moved closer. Her heart lurched. “Not
Darcy,” she whispered. The figure belonged to a woman. “Too spry
for Mrs. Jacobs,” she speculated.

Whoever it was, Woodvine was the woman’s destination. Elizabeth
turned from the window. She quickly gathered Samuel’s journals and
shoved them from view between the mattresses of her bed. She would hide them
more carefully upon her return. Elizabeth shed the satin robe she had worn
over a simple chocolate- brown day dress to ward off the night’s
chill. She had chosen the brown dress for its warmth when she had hoped to
accompany Darcy to the field. When her husband had refused, Elizabeth had
remained dressed for an impending emergency.

Now, she caught up a heavy wool shawl before rushing toward the
servants’ stairs. Elizabeth meant to meet their visitor and learn news
of her husband. Surely, a woman would not be on the road at this hour
without words of pressing importance.

She burst into the kitchen just as the door opened quietly upon the room.
Few servants were about at this hour, and, other than a scullery maid
filling a kettle with water at the well, no one stirred. The familiarity of
the visitor’s countenance subtracted from the surprise Elizabeth might
have felt otherwise.

“Mrs. Ridgeway?” Elizabeth hissed. “What has brought you
to Woodvine at this hour?”

The woman glanced to where the door to Mrs. Holbrook’s small room was
propped open with a broom. She stilled, her features, initially, proving
unreadable. However, with a grimace, the housekeeper caught
Elizabeth’s arm and tugged her in the direction of an alcove, which
served as a stillroom. “I came to fetch you, Mrs. Darcy,” she
whispered.

“Why all the secrecy?” Elizabeth asked.

“Mr. Stowbridge did not want the others to know what happened in Mr.
Rupp’s field.”

Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat. She let out a long exhale.
It was her impatience showing, but Mrs. Ridgeway appeared to ignore
Elizabeth’s exigency. “You have word of my husband.” The
housekeeper nodded curtly. “Is Mr. Darcy in health?” Elizabeth
asked through trembling lips.

Mrs. Ridgeway tugged Elizabeth along a passage to a side entrance. “I
cannot say for certain,” she said seriously. “For I have not
seen Mr. Darcy personally. Mr. Stowbridge thinks such matters are not in the
realm of a lady’s disposition.”

Elizabeth could hear the strained words, a sound of contention between the
housekeeper and the woman’s new employer, but she had more pressing
concerns. “Speak to me of Mr. Darcy.” She rushed to keep pace
with the housekeeper. They had exited Woodvine and had set off across the
well-tended lawns.

Mrs. Ridgeway spoke over her shoulder at the trailing Elizabeth. “I
possess only the knowledge of a second tongue in what I overheard Mr.
Holbrook tell Mr. Stowbridge.”

Elizabeth caught the housekeeper’s arm and dragged the woman to a
halt. For a discomfiting moment, neither of them moved. “I
understand,” she said with more calm than she possessed, “that
Mr. Stowbridge did not confide in you. Yet, if you possess any knowledge of
Mr. Darcy, I demand you speak of it immediately.”

Mrs. Ridgeway’s eyes appeared distant, and Elizabeth could not read
the woman’s true intentions; yet, she would let nothing stand between
her and her husband. The lady paused for what seemed forever, but was likely
only a handful of seconds. Finally, Mrs. Ridgeway said, “If you will
accompany me, I shall explain what I have learned. I think it best if we
speak while we walk. It will save time, and, as I am certain you will wish
to reach Mr. Darcy’s side as quickly as possible, we should hurry our
steps.”

Elizabeth offered, “Should I have someone saddle horses or bring
around a gig?”

Mrs. Ridgeway tutted her disapproval. “In the time it would take to
rouse one of Captain Tregonwell’s men to assist us, and then have the
gentleman locate us appropriate transportation, you could be reunited with
your husband. That is assuming you do not mind a walk across a country
lane.”

Elizabeth despised the challenging tone in the woman’s voice, but she
hesitated only a moment to glance toward the house before making her
decision. “Lead on, Mrs. Ridgeway,” she said with
determination.

The housekeeper strode toward the line of trees, and Elizabeth quickened
her step to keep abreast of the woman. They entered the shadowy overhang
before the woman spoke again. “This is what I overheard when Mr.
Holbrook came to Stowe Hall in the early hours.” Their pace slowed
when they reached the rough terrain of the wooded area. “Mr.
Samuel’s groom called at the squire’s house at a little past
four of the clock. He told Mr. Stowbridge a most astounding
tale.”

They climbed a stile and descended the other side. Mrs. Ridgeway set a
diagonal path across the field. “Mr. Holbrook spoke of discovering a
coven celebrating Beltane under the stars where the old monoliths are found.
Do you know the area, Mrs. Darcy?”

Elizabeth wished the woman would speak of Darcy’s condition, but she
understood the housekeeper’s perverseness. Mrs. Ridgeway held all the
high cards, and Elizabeth was a mere player. She said encouragingly,
“I am familiar with Mr. Rupp’s land.”

The housekeeper continued her tale and the punishing exercise. When they
exited the field over a like stile, Elizabeth realized this was a part of
the Darcy estate with which she was unfamiliar, but she brushed the thought
aside as she hiked her skirt to maintain her gait. If Mrs. Ridgeway thought
her a pampered lady of the ton, the housekeeper was in for a surprise.
Elizabeth was not afraid of a long walk or a steady stride.

“Apparently, Mr. Barriton had taken Mrs. Jacobs prisoner and
threatened to kill the woman.”

Elizabeth heard the derision in Mrs. Ridgeway’s voice. She supposed
the housekeeper thought Mrs. Jacobs deserved part of her punishment.
Elizabeth said cautiously, “Mr. Darcy and Mr. McKye journeyed to Mr.
Rupp’s land to put a stop to Mr. Barriton’s plans.”

“Well, they certainly managed to accomplish their task,” the
housekeeper declared. “One of Mr. Tregonwell’s men shot Mr.
Barriton after the man shoved Mrs. Jacobs into the fire the coven had built
in Mr. Rupp’s field.”

Fear skated along Elizabeth’s spine. She offered up a silent prayer
that it had not been Darcy who had dispatched Mr. Barriton. She thought such
an act would lie heavily on her husband’s conscience. “Was Mrs.
Jacobs badly injured?”

The housekeeper led Elizabeth deeper into the woods. Elizabeth supposed
this was the shortcut to Stowe Hall, which Samuel Darcy had traversed the
night he died. The thought of how easily someone had overcome the trusting
archaeologist sent a shiver of dread down Elizabeth’s spine. She
glanced around to learn her bearings.

“According to Mr. Holbrook, he was to seek the services of the junior
surgeon Mr. Glover had once trained,” Mrs. Ridgeway shared.

“Mr. Newby.” Elizabeth provided the name.

Mrs. Ridgeway confided, “If Geoffrey Glover trained the man, Mr.
Newby will serve this community well. Mr. Glover was a man of
science.”

Elizabeth’s patience had worn thin. She had thought to permit Mrs.
Ridgeway her moment. In some ways, she supposed she owed the housekeeper
that much, for Mrs. Ridgeway’s forced exit from Woodvine had placed
the woman in an untenable position. In truth, Elizabeth harbored a bit of
guilt for having dismissed the woman, but she could no longer tolerate the
lack of news of her husband. “Please,” she said as she came to a
halt. “I beg of you; speak to me of Mr. Darcy. I cannot bear not
knowing.”

The housekeeper came to an abrupt standstill. She turned to Elizabeth, and
with a smile of what appeared to be satisfaction, she said, “Mr.
Holbrook was to fetch the surgeon to tend your husband. It appears Mr. Darcy
fought with the butler. Your husband was stabbed with some sort of
ceremonial knife. Mr. Holbrook says Mr. Darcy has lost a sizeable quantity
of blood.”

Elizabeth felt her legs buckle, and she could do little to prevent herself
from sinking to her knees. Darcy had been seriously injured. While she slept
at her small desk, her husband had lain in a field, possibly bleeding to
death. “Dear God,” her trembling lips offered in supplication.
“Do not take him from me.” She swayed in place as the darkness
rushed in.

“Mrs. Darcy,” the housekeeper said brusquely. “We have no
time for histrionics.”

Despite wishing to rock herself for comfort, Elizabeth gave herself a sound
mental shake. She bit her lip to prevent the cry of anguish on the tip of
her tongue. She looked up into the disapproving countenance of the
housekeeper. However, Elizabeth did not apologize; instead she managed to
stagger to her feet. “What else should I know?” Elizabeth asked
fearfully.

“Mr. Stowbridge sent word of his late return to Stowe Hall. In the
message, he indicated the surgeon had seen to your husband and had advised
Mr. Darcy to permit Mrs. Rupp to nurse him until a coach could be sent from
Woodvine. However, Mr. Darcy insisted on returning to your
side.”

Elizabeth thought how like Darcy it was to recognize her concern and,
therefore, place himself in danger in order to relieve Elizabeth’s
anxiety. “Where is my husband now? At Stowe Hall?”

“They found him on the road after he could not sit his horse. Mr.
Newby is treating Mr. Darcy in a small tenants’ cottage while Mr.
Holbrook escorts Mrs. Jacobs to Woodvine and returns with a wagon.
Tregonwell’s men assist Mr. Stowbridge with the investigation and the
prisoners.” The woman turned back to the path, and Elizabeth fell in
step beside her. “It was thought Mr. Darcy would prove a better
patient with you in attendance.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, a smile shaped Elizabeth’s
lips. She could easily imagine an aristocratic Darcy barking orders to the
young surgeon. That is if he were able, Elizabeth cautioned the knot lodged
firmly in her chest. “Where is this cottage?” she asked in
concern.

“One more field to cross,” Mrs. Ridgeway said confidently.
“See.” The woman pointed to where a thatched roof could be seen
behind an overgrown hedgerow.

Elizabeth quickened her stride. “Why in the world would they have
taken shelter in such a deserted area?”

The housekeeper shrugged her shoulders. “It is the way of men to make
women’s lives complicated.”

Elizabeth rushed across the field, which now stood fallow. Her heart
pounded in her ears from the speed of their journey and from the
all-encompassing fear that surrounded her. Would she be in time? Mr.
Holbrook had said Mr. Darcy had lost a sizeable quantity of blood. Men did
not normally worry so unless danger existed. Was Mr. Newby skilled enough to
stop the bleeding? What of infection? She lifted her skirts higher and
quickened her pace. Soon she was running, needing to reach Darcy before it
was too late.

Gasping for air, Elizabeth burst into the small cottage, nothing more than
a one-room sanctuary from the cold, to discover a profound silence. Nothing
moved within. Her chest heaved from her run and from the heart-stopping
realization that Mrs. Ridgeway had erred somehow. She caught at the stitch
of pain in her side. “Where is he? Where is my husband?” she
croaked.

An arm caught her across the neck while another hand placed a large damp
handkerchief over her mouth and nose. From behind her, Mrs. Ridgeway’s
harsh words stung her ear. “Dead. Mr. Darcy is dead.”

About the Author

Regina Jeffers, an award-winning author of historical cozy mysteries,
Austenesque sequels and retellings, as well as Regency era romances, has
worn many hats over her lifetime: daughter, student, military brat, wife,
mother, grandmother, teacher, tax preparer, journalist, choreographer,
Broadway dancer, theatre director, history buff, grant writer, media
literacy consultant, and author. Living outside of Charlotte, NC, Jeffers
writes novels that take the ordinary and adds a bit of mayhem, while
mastering tension in her own life with a bit of gardening and the exuberance
of her “grand joys.”

 

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The Girl on the Roof Release Blitz

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Release Date: March 3, 2020
Publisher: Divinely Inspired Books

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As the people of Annecy in the French Alps meet the Gestapo’s brutality with surprising resistance, a teen-aged girl cannot rest until she solves the mystery of a death in her family. Aurelie watches as her father places a shrouded body on the North side of the roof of the family home. It’s winter, under a Nazi-declared state of siege, and they must wait until the spring thaw for the burial. But who died? And why is no one speaking to her anymore? Aurelie cannot rest until she discovers the truth and fights to prevent the same terrible fate from happening to her best friend.
Debra Moffitt’s rare psychic abilities open up a world of unexpected insight into the French Resistance, life beyond death, and reincarnation. She was working on another book in a French farmhouse, when the girl who became Aurelie showed up and opened a world that bridged time and dimensions.
Praise for The Girl on the Roof:
 
“A haunting, beautiful book.”” – Mary Alice Monroe, New York Times Bestselling Author
 
 
 
“A dreamlike tale unfolding amidst the nightmare of war, The Girl on the Roof will transport you into another world—and beyond. Debra Moffitt pierces the thin veil that separates life from the afterlife, the hunted from the haunted, the ghost story from the love story. Through her eyes, we are offered a glimpse of the eternal energetic bonds that connect us throughout time and space. An evocative, transcendent, and truly unforgettable book.” – Amy Weiss, Author of the Hay House Novel, Crescendo
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Debra Moffitt is an author who leads workshops and retreats on writing, creativity, and spirituality, in the United States and Europe. Her popular French Alps retreats attract participants from around the world. She has taught at the Sophia Institute in Charleston, SC and the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California. Her writing appears regularly in Unity Magazine in the US with interviews of Lynne McTaggart and Dr. Joe Dispenza; in Swiss Entrepreneur Magazine, and in many luxury and consumer magazines world wide. Debra is also Editor in Chief for a Swiss luxury magazine. She is the author of the award-winning books, Awake in the World, Garden of Bliss, and Riviera Stories. Her blogs have appeared on Beliefnet.com and Intentblog.com. Debra worked in international business until she felt a deeper calling to write. She speaks and writes in French and Italian as well as English. Her writing is deeply influenced by her travels.
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