Tag: writing

NEW BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT

October 26th, 2022

I am proud to announce the release of my newest novel, THE VICTORIAN VIGILANTE on March 28, 2023. I have been teasing it slowly for over a year, and I can finally share it with you all. If you like books with strong female protagonists set in historical London, this one is for you!

PRE-ORDER link: The Victorian Vigilante https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BT8MGDBM?ref_=cm_sw_r_apin_dp_Q7QV01H1F3CQSJRJ7FN6

SYNOPSIS:

LONDON, 1884.

Una Egerton is a woman adrift in a world dominated by man’s corruption and crisis. Riddled with a dark side herself, when night falls Una cloaks her feminine appearance and becomes the fighter known in the London Underground as the Silver-Haired Devil. But just as Una finally has a grip on her abnormal condition, the body of a woman is found floating in the Thames River in an oddly familiar way to that which claimed the life of her mother a decade ago. This murder sets off a series of events that fall one after another. Her alter ego is rapidly labeled a person of interest and the mysterious death toll continues to climb. A secret society hidden in the shadows begins to emerge having her question everything she thought she held dear.

Una must set aside her convictions and become the detective her city desperately needs. With themes of sacrifice and personal virtue, The Victorian Vigilante is a grounded take on vigilantism with an elaborate plot canvasing Ancient Egypt and the London underbelly known as the East End.

EARLY REVIEWS:

“A mystery with endless twists and turns.” – Ellen Z.

“Brilliant.” -Early Beta Reader

Available early 2023, preorder details will be up soon and I will be announcing giveaways for free copies of the book in the coming weeks. Excited to have this baby out and share it will you all! It has been a labor to write but every much worth it!

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Tag: writing

NEW BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT

kaleidoscoping light

The Impassionate Diary of a Window Watcher: Part 2