Spotlight & Excerpt: Indigo + giveaway

This is my stop during the blog tour for Indigo (Indigo #1) by Paula Berinstein. Indigo is the first book in a time travel romance series set in the 18th century. The blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. and runs from 9 till 22 November. See the tour schedule here. There’s also a tour-wide giveaway for 5 e-copies of Indigo; enter at the bottom of this post!


Indigo (Indigo #1)
by Paula Berinstein
Age category: Adult
Genre: Time Travel Romance/ Historical Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2020

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself mistress of an 18th-century plantation?

Esther Rubens is looking forward to getting to know her new community in South Carolina and repair her troubled marriage. But as soon as she arrives in Charleston her life begins to diverge from the idyllic picture in her mind. Her physicist husband, Melvin, is arrested for driving while black, she inherits a strange English property from a cousin she didn’t know she had, and she learns that her great-grandmother Sophie, a brilliant scientist kidnapped by the Nazis, discovered the secret of time travel.

Intrigued by Sophie’s cryptic journal Melvin begins to experiment with time travel, but his anger at the police makes him careless. The process backfires, killing him and throwing Esther back to 1750. Attacked by an unknown assailant the moment she arrives in the past, she seeks protection at an indigo plantation belonging to a dashing planter with a dangerous secret, negotiating a deal that guarantees her safety. But she soon realizes she’s made a terrible mistake in her choice of savior. What she discovers on the plantation is far more horrific than anything she could have imagined.

Overwhelmed, she attempts to flee just as the planter’s mysterious, handsome brother arrives from England seeking refuge—and offering an opportunity that’s too compelling to turn down. But can he be trusted? And are the two of them strong enough to vanquish the evil that’s pervading the lowlands? Only time will tell.

You can find Indigo on Goodreads

You can buy Indigo here on Amazon


When I came to I felt awful. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, and my legs were like wet noodles, which I discovered when I tried to pick myself up off the ground. The ground? How could I be lying in this dirt? I’d been in Melvin’s lab. I should still be there. Surely I hadn’t been blown out the window. Or had the entire lab been destroyed and I was lying in the rubble?

I looked around but the light hurt my eyes and I couldn’t see much. It was blazing hot and I was surrounded by trees and shrubs. It was odd because we’d been right in the middle of the city and this looked like wilderness. Perhaps I was dead and this was heaven? Or could I be hallucinating?

I squinted to keep all that light out and could see that I was indeed in what appeared to be a clearing in the middle of some woods. That made no sense because there was no explosion large enough short of a thermonuclear bomb that would have thrown me that far, and if it had I’d be dead. I lay there for a while in a state of half-consciousness, and when I felt my head clear enough I attempted to sit up.

It took me several tries but finally I managed, although I fell right back down a couple of times first. I looked around me and sure enough I was in the country. What was odd, though, was that the air smelled salty, which implied that I was near the ocean. I’d grown up around that smell and knew it well.

Wherever I was I couldn’t stay here. I had to get back to Melvin, even if he was dead. Oh my God, Melvin was dead! Was there a chance he’d survived? I thought back to what I’d seen right before I’d lost consciousness. Melvin hurled into the air, Melvin’s body broken into pieces. I couldn’t bear to think of the rest, but I did recognize the truth. My darling husband was gone. Whatever problems we’d been having would never be resolved now. We would never find our way back to each other. And he would never save the world. I burst into tears and cried for the longest time until I couldn’t cry anymore. The world and I had lost the best man I knew. What would we do without him?


Download your free copy of a short story set in the Indigo series!

The Unfortunate Death of Bastien Riddle


Paula Berinstein

About the Author:
Paula Berinstein is the author of the Amanda Lester, Detective series for tweens and teens. Indigo is her first novel for adults. She lives in Los Angeles.





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Spotlight & Excerpt: Summer Warrior + Giveaway

Summer Warrior
The Clan Donald Saga Book 1
by Regan Walker
Genre: Romantic Historical Fiction


Somerled’s parentage was noble, of the Kings of Dublin, the royal house of Argyll and the great Ard Ri, the High Kings of Ireland. But when the Norse invaded Argyll and the Isles, his family’s fortunes fell with those of his people. When all hope seemed lost, he rose from the mists of Morvern to rally the Gaels, the Scots and the Irish.Sweeping across Argyll and the Isles like a fast-moving storm, brilliant in strategy and fearless in battle, Somerled began retaking his ancestral lands, driving away the invaders and freeing the people from the Norse stranglehold. In doing so, he would win the title Somerle Mor, Somerled the Mighty, Lord of Argyll, Kintyre and Lorne and, eventually, Lord of the Isles.

This is the unforgettable saga of his path to victory that birthed the Kingdom of the Isles and won him the heart of a Norse king’s daughter. 

The Village of Drimnin, Morvern, Argyll, late summer 1136 A.D.

SOMERLED SMELLED THE SMOKE before he reached the village.
A small community nestled around a crescent bay on the western shore of Morvern, everyone who lived in Drimnin was related either by blood or marriage. The villagers made a good life raising cattle and reaping the bounty of the sea. Somerled had passed this way only once, and then he had approached from the Sound of Mull in his galley. He remembered the villagers’ humble but generous hospitality.

Today, he and his men had traveled on foot along the coast, wending their way through the pine woods in search of the Norse rumored to be raiding the shores of Morvern, hoping to catch them before they could strike. His ships were still too few to take them on the water.

He stepped out of the trees, lush with ferns at their base, his hand on his sword hilt, prepared to fight.

A ghastly sight met his gaze, sickening his stomach.

Too late.
Bodies were sprawled upon the grass between the shore and the woods, struck down while trying to flee. Dreadful wounds revealed some had fallen to axes.

Acrid smoke rose from the cottages still burning, the flames leaping from the dry thatched roofs. He could see no longships pulled up on shore but the raiders could not have been long gone.

Aghast at what he saw, he was suddenly aware there were no birds to be heard, save the hooded crows pecking at the blood-soaked bodies. “See if any live,” he said to Domnall and started forward.

“Aye,” said his cousin and swung his arm in silent command, pointing to the fallen. The men hastened to obey.

Both old and young had been killed by the merciless Norse. Seeing the women who had been violated, Somerled ground his teeth. Their tunics had been ripped from their bruised bodies before they were killed. “Cover them,” he said to one of his men. “Cover them all with whatever you can.” The men closest to him hurried to accomplish the task.

He walked through the village, assessing the carnage. The doors of the burning cottages stood open. Goods, taken in haste, had been discarded like so much rubbish. So, too, had the Norse raiders considered the lives of the people. He knew they would see judgment in the next life but Somerled wanted justice in this life. He did not hate the Norse. How could he when his mother was one of them? But these were lesser men, ruthless pirates, some ostracized from their own people to prey on others.

When his men returned with reports that none lived, Somerled faced the woods and in Gaelic said in a gentle voice, “If you live, come to us or make a sound. We will help you.”

Two boys staggered out of the woods, their fearful expressions and tear-stained cheeks bearing witness to what they had seen. From the look of them, they were brothers, close in age, both with dark brown hair and wide eyes. To them, Somerled’s sun-gilded fair hair would mark him more Norse than Gael.

Kneeling before them, he said, “I am Somerled, a man of Argyll, and these are my men. You will be safe with us.” When he saw relief on their faces, he said, “We will return to bury the dead but now we must go in haste to exact vengeance on those who did this. Do you come with us?”

The boys shared a glance and the older one nodded. “We will come.” Somerled gave them into the care of a MacInnes man who stepped forward and offered to raise the boys with his own children. As they started to go, the older one said, “They took our sister and another girl.” It was clear from the boy’s haunted eyes he had an idea of the girls’ fate. Likely he had already witnessed the rape of the village women, including his own mother.

Somerled’s eyes narrowed as his heart hardened within his chest. “We will see them avenged.”

A short way down the coast, one of Somerled’s men scouting ahead had spotted dragonships offshore.

They approached the top of the rise and Somerled signaled his men to stay low. A field of yellow wildflowers bloomed where he crouched behind a boulder, observing the Norse longships. He counted five, three just pulling up at the water’s edge, their sails doused, their dragon-carved stems boding ill for the people who lived farther down the coast. Counting shields, he saw they numbered nearly three hundred.

The sea was calm, as if nature herself was unaware a massacre had just taken place to the north. Somerled’s heart burned within him, a furnace of rage. He wanted the waters to roar, to cry for vengeance on the heathen dogs.

Behind him were the forests in which he had hunted. Gathered around him was his group of one hundred men, MacInneses from Morvern, archers from Argyll and Irish mercenaries from Antrim, who had heard of his plan to retake Argyll and joined the cause. They were stout-hearted men yet still too few to take on so many Norsemen clad in mail and conical helms and armed with swords, axes and spears.

The Highlanders and Islesmen wore tunics of linen or wool over tight-fitting trews or hosen, their tunics secured at their waists with a belt. On their feet were soft leather boots. Around their shoulders, some wore woolen cloaks. A few, like Somerled and his brother, also wore leather armor. None wore mail. It was expensive and rare in these parts. All carried weapons but not all had a steel sword at their waist.

No matter the odds against them, Somerled wanted those ships and he wanted justice for the lives cut short at Drimnin.

A lawyer turned writer, Regan Walker is an award-winning, bestselling author of Regency, Georgian and Medieval romantic historical fiction. Her novels weave history and historical figures into fictional stories with political intrigue, a bit of mystery and love. She lives in San Diego and loves to walk along the seashore with her dog “Cody”.
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$20 Amazon giftcard + winner’s choice of ebook from Regan Walker
 (If US winner, you can choose an autographed paperback if preferred!)

Book Blitz: The Waltz of Devil’s Creek, by Justine Carver

Today is my stop during the book blitz for The Waltz of Devil’s Creek by Justine Carver. The Waltz of Devil’s Creek is a new standalone historical fiction book set in 1947.

The Waltz of Devil's Creek

The Waltz of Devil’s Creek
By Justine Carver
Genre: Historical Fiction
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 20 October, 2020

Judith Campbell is dying, and she cannot take the painful truth about where her son came from to the grave with her. While on her deathbed in Atlanta, Georgia in 1994, Judith tells him the tragic story of his conception, and which of two men his birth father could be: the young man who professed his love to her, or the pastor who assaulted her.

Set in the Deep South in 1947, The Waltz of Devil’s Creek digs into the dark crevices of racism and women’s rights during a heated political climate in an era of segregation. Combined with Judith’s lack of social stature, and at a time when reporting sexual assault was unheard of, every injustice is stacked against her from the very beginning.

But there is a light in Judith’s young life: her best friend, Joseph Bird, who has loved her since childhood. Joseph stands up for Judith when no one else will and proves that even in the darkest of times, a light is always burning.

You can find The Waltz of Devil’s Creek on Goodreads

You can buy The Waltz of Devil’s Creek here:
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About the Author:
Justine Carver was born and raised in the Southern United States on a heavy dose of creek-wading, lightning-bug-catching, and Saturday morning cartoons. She is a full-time writer, all-the-time reader, and every now and then, she pulls her head out of the clouds long enough to remember how much better it is up there.

You can find and contact Justine Carver here:

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