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The British love their ghost story sharing at Christmastime.  No one knows when the tradition truly began, but we all enjoy a most beloved ghost story each Christmas with its plethora of versions:  A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.  This regency romance plays into that ghostly tradition while interweaving an unlikely love story and romantic intrigue.

Holly Gray’s two Christmas wishes this year are to finally win her mother’s approval by gaining the notice of a handsome earl, hoping that he is the stranger who gave her a heart-shattering kiss…or was the unknown romantic the resident Christmas ghost?  Or could it have been someone else?

Romance, mystery and Christmas traditions in Regency England brew a tasty read.  For those of you who have not read any of Donna’s books before, this will be an excellent introduction to her style and love for this time period  I feel that it is her best novel yet in her carriage house of clean romances that make one’s toes curl.

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Sneak Peak:

This snippet is from the beginning of the book when Holly takes the dare to go to the conservatory to learn whether there truly is a ghost at the manor.

“There you are,” a low male voice murmured barely above a whisper.

With a squeak, she jumped.

A soft laugh came in reply and that same low voice said, “Forgive me for startling you.”

She tried to peer into the face of the dark figure nearby, but the brightness of the moonlight on the snow outside all but blinded her. Which guest had come to the conservatory? She was supposed to remain alone.

A silhouetted male form neared. “You are so lovely.”

Was that Lord Bradbury? Did he truly think her lovely? He’d hardly exchanged two words with her since she and her parents arrived this morning. Who else might have come?

The figure sank into the next seat to her. Before Holly said a word, a warm, gentle, ungloved hand touched her cheek. She froze. A pair of lips pressed against hers. Soft, tender, invigorating, his kiss immobilized her. His lips moved across hers, testing, offering. He tasted faintly of citrus and cinnamon, exotic, and delicious. The heat of his lips lit an answering warmth inside. Oh heavens, she’d never imagined such a sensation! His lips continued to play with hers while a sweet ache formed. With both hands, he cradled her face, and deepened the kiss. An exquisitely delicious sensation carried her closer to an edge she never knew existed. An untouched place in her heart awoke and sang while the hot and cold tingles turned into a foreign longing. Every bone, muscle, and sinew in her body turned to liquid more decadent than the chocolate she liked to drink every morning.

She sighed. A soft male moan came in reply. The kiss ended but his soft lips planted tiny kisses along her cheek, her eyelids, her brow. Holly remained motionless, spellbound by the beauty and power of the kiss. His hands withdrew. She kept her eyes closed another heartbeat, unwilling to release the sensations shooting through her. Who had kissed her? And why?

Surely it was Lord Bradbury. Why else would he have encouraged her to come seeking a ghost? She opened her eyes.

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Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.      24e0f-donna-2013-1

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Each year boys rate all the girls and clandestinely publish (but everyone knows) the list of the ten hottest girls in school.  Kenzie hasn’t a clue as to how she rated fifth on the list. Her life begins to change as the other hotties adopt her as their own.  Oh yeah, and when number one suddenly dies. She is terrified.

Hottie lists have made national news. The tension as the Hottie List girls are picked off will keep readers glued to the pages.

The book delves into the dangers of choosing superficial friends, trendy dress, or actions that are motivated only for increased popularity. The author achieves this without being preachy.  The point is made! Check out her other books on Roxanne’s website.97088

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April returns home to find her apartment ransacked.

Her spirit could not get much lower as the probable love of her life died just a week before.  Interestingly her mail was not disturbed by the vandals, but it was just as disturbing as Peter’s death.  In the pile was a manila envelop from him, postmarked the day before his death.  Inside was the mysterious ring of Remaliha, with a note urging her to trust no one, not even authorities.  With the state of her apartment: note that.

Both Egyptologists, she and Peter shared love and respect for antiquities which had grown into love for each other.  As teaching summer school drew to a close at Columbia, April was approached by a suave Nathan Hayes to accompany him on an assignment to Luxor to pursue the ring with anachronistic hieroglyphs on the band…her ring!  Despite her better judgment and harassing phone calls, she decided to go on the adventure, all funded by Hayes’ client.  In a series of desperate situations, April doggedly pursues the mystery of the ring.  As the chase comes to a conclusion, roles twist and turn, and the ring rollicks through the desert with all the characters in tow.  If you are looking for a tense mystery read, this is it!  It is a page-turner, easy to imagine on the big screen.



I must shrug on a mourning dress and pin on a brooch to commemorate Timothy Wilde, whose demise I grieve.

The third book of the Timothy Wilde mysteries has drawn its last extraordinary breath, having shared the stories of the New York City coppers starring Tim and Val Wilde, with Mercy Underhill, Elene Boehm, Silkie Marsh and Bird Daly.

In the first novel, The Gods of Gotham, the fledgling police force, powered by George Washington Matsell the police magistrate, served as night patrols throughout the city and waterfront. The police chief was a real New York presence. In 1859 Matsell published Vocabulum, or, The rogue’s lexicon: compiled from the most authentic sources. In various scenes throughout the trilogy he made notes of the “flash” language of the streets that Tim, Val and other characters spoke throughout the books. (Each novel has a handy glossary of flash terms).

Tim, he and his older brother being orphans due to a barn fire, was a talented bartender who had scrapped together savings with his sights on a future with lovely Mercy Underhill. Ironically the gigantic fire of 1845 changed his wealth, face and profession. His brother Val, a brilliant but well-rounded addict to anything, snagged Tim a job as a new policeman for the Five Point area, Ward 6, of New York, pretty much the armpit of the 1840s city. Child prostitutes, disease, starving Irish immigrants/rats, and ever-present corruption were punctuated with a new horror, the butchering of child-mabs.

Seven for the Secret, the second novel of the trilogy, peeked under the vermin-infested and opportunistic rocks of New York of the 1840s, this time exposing a hugely successful slave “recovery” scam carried out by blackbirders who captured free blacks and ship them off to a period, or lifetime, of slavery. As he and his partner sloshed through the crime, Timothy Wilde tenaciously puzzled through the murder of a beautiful black woman. The slavery ring proved lethally entangling and the murder exasperating to solve. Tim’s powers of deduction were noticed in the department. His experience sharpened him without hardening him, quite a delicate character development maneuver by Lindsay. Even though he did not know how to title this copper job, Tim was excellent at “deciphering unsolved mayhem”.

With the May 2015 release of The Fatal Flame Tim and his colorful partner, Jakob Piest, are on the trail of Ronan McGlynn who is turning an amazing profit sweet-talking lovely Irish maidens right off the ships into “manufacturing” jobs that are hellish introductions into prostitution. His description of their natural affinity for the profession leaves even readers feeling sullied. McGlynn was not the brain behind the operations. Tim wanted the mastermind.

Faye’s power of description is superlative. For instance I would recognize Piest anywhere. Lynday’s description of him as “honest as the frayed cuffs on his frock coat” and “resembles your friendlier breed of barnacle and talks like a knight-errant” set the stage for entertaining images each time he appeared. Add to that his physical description: “Mr. Piest’s bulging blue eyes and absent chin admittedly resemble a carp’s.” Throw in his heroism and the reader has another well-inked character to love. It makes a reader want to luxuriate in Lyndsay’s prose, rereading full pages and even chapters for the soothing salve of delicate word choice.

I found that flash had an allure or its own. The brothers, mabs, and new hawks use the language as it was intended, to conceal: “She was his peculiar…though she savvies now he was naught but a rabbit-sucker.“ Flash wording staccato in a dissonant rhythm. “…”I’m as prime on the muscle as any professional milling cove.”

New York City 1848 was the site of horrid employment conditions for women seamstresses. The lucky ones were employed in legitimate shops. Nonetheless the conditions and wages were unregulated and minimal. Malcontent male tailors’ livelihoods were threatened by their competition. Even worse was “outsourcing” to huddles of women who sewed in extreme conditions with little light, little food with desperate lives with emotional and mental instability. Lives of many of these women interweaved into the narration, with particular emphasis on an educated and spirited young woman who was willing to strike, Sally Woods. Seen as a spurned woman and an unsuccessful trouble causer, she was the first suspect when the fires at Alderman Robert Symmes’s properties started.

In a previous novel the alderman had offered to “take care” of Tim as he was tied to a chair in Tammany Hall. Now Symmes tried to bribe Val Wilde with his newest group of virginal Irish prostitutes, right off the boat. Val may have had his vices, but he was cavalier and full of integrity. Furious, Val determined to run against the alderman in the upcoming election.

Shrouded in mystery, Tim Wilde’s unrequited love, Mercy Underhill, returned from England and boarded with actors who hovered about her, sensing her fragility. When the first fire began on Pell Street at a Symmes establishment “saturated with tenants” Tim found traumatized Dunla Duffy watching the conflagration. Since Mercy adored helping the less fortunate, Tim asked her to care for Dunla. A symbiotic choice, as Mercy was a brilliant and charitable heroine, riddled with her own demons, not unlike her father in Gods of Gotham.

Fires at Symmes’ properties continued. Tim’s investigations lead him to questioning Sally Woods, whose intelligence and glibness memorized him. With all the evidence pointing toward her, she was eventually jailed at the Tomb. Seemingly unrelated events and people continued to bounce around Tim’s head and escaped into his doodles. He sketched a memorable personality into a warp and woof of the crime’s resolution.

I found myself searching the Internet for Tammany Hall, The Fifty-first Street Catholic orphanage, copper stars, the great fires of New York City, blackbirding, Five Points and its Old Brewery. Hats off to Lyndsay for piquing interest in New York City history. A doff for her thorough research into the Copper Stars first years. A curtsey for the authentic voices. Brava to the finely executed characterizations of Tim, Val, Jim, Mercy, Dunly, Mrs. Grimshaw, Symmes, Piest, Elene, Sally and all.

The Gods of Gotham by Lyndsay Faye

Author Lyndsay Faye

May the “gentle chain saws” of editing ever be in Ms Faye’s favor. Her fans, current and to come, will twitch for her new ventures. Is there a hope of resurrection or reincarnation of Detective Timothy Wilde? Perhaps not, but I can luxuriate in the re-reading. And readers, please read prologues and epilogues, just sayin’.

Joan Enders has reviewed new books for 29 years, was the recent librarian of Robert A. Long High School, and now is a trainer for Follett School Solutions and director of the Family History Center in Longview.

[For reading to augment your reading Faye’s trilogy, readers might consider the nonfiction title CITY OF WOMEN Sex and Class in New York, 1789-1860 by Christine Stansell].

Never have I read a book that made me feel the gut-wrenching sorrow of the person left behind like this scrapbook/novel has. Evan was the best bud of Ariel, who took her life. Or did she? How are all these photographs showing up at his locker, in her bedroom shrine, in the countryside? Has his grief gone too far? Did Ariel commit suicide? What part did her boyfriend have in all this? The final two pages give the answers and hope. Few people could pull this off. But David Levithan can.

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Lyndsay’s love of the word is so apparent in this historical mystery. “The dry march of data,” trees “burst[ing] violently red and then faded back into line drawings” and “medical tomes, gigantic and somber” are just a few examples in a book heavy with colorful wordsmithing. Reading the story was a page-turning “plot fix” that Val would have enjoyed. At the same time, I found myself re-reading sentences and phrases just to enjoy the words frolicking with one another.

Tim Wilde, he and his brother orphans due to a barn fire, is a pretty satisfied and competent bartender with savings and his sights on lovely Mercy Underhill. Ironically another gigantic fire changes his wealth, face and profession. His brother Val, a brilliant but a well-rounded addict to anything, snags Tim a job as a new policeman for the Five Point area, Ward 6, of New York, pretty much the armpit of the 1845 city. Child prostitutes, disease, potato famine immigrants/rats, and ever-present corruption are punctuated with a new horror, the butchering of child-mabs.

I couldn’t put it down. My more sophisticated readers at school will love and appreciate it as well. Luckily for us, there is a sequel heating up at the publisher.

ENDERS’ Rating: *****

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Sherry falls into a Hollywood mystery when she, Junie and Sherry’s dad travel to Hollywood where Sherry receives a prize for her “True Love” essay. Her mother wafts in on a coffee breeze to enjoy the moment of fame for Sherry and to try to crack the mystery of Marilyn Monroe’s death. At the same time young celebrities’ homes are being burglarized. In wafts a new smell, root beer. What does this ghost bring to the mix of mystery?

ENDERS’ Rating: ****

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Missy and Claire are cousins who look more and more alike as they become older. The official parent line is that Missy was born 2 week after Claire
and was near death often. But as they grow, their mother-sisters, start confusing the photographs of the girls, and end up hiding all their photos and
plans of scrapbooking. Missy listens to a radio show that explains the phenomena of stronger and weaker twins, and she hatches an idea to introduce
her cousin Claire as her long-lost twin on the school news show. The show goes viral and is seen by a young man in New York who shows it to his
friend. The Pandora’s box is flung wide open! “Black swans” is a reference to events that are hugely important, rare and unpredictable, and explainable only
after the fact. Let’s just say that Missy and Claire make a trip to New York.

ENDERS’ Rating: ****

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Real friendship never dies.

A real friend never forgets that you love blackberries but not strawberries.

Real friends are there for each other.

Joshua Wynn has a lot on his plate, and it began to overflow when Maddie showed up for church five years after she disappeared. He wrote letters, received few, then none at all. And suddenly she returns not at all resembling the freckled thirteen year old who loped the fields with him. She was a woman gawked at by all the tenor section in the choir. As a good Christian, president of the church youth group and the son of the minister, Josh sees himself rescuing his Maddie from the woman she has become, and returning her to the fold and to him. His mother insists that he does not. His father is hesitant. Joshua does not know if he can rescue Maddie before she totally entrances him. Who is saved in the end? I loved these two young people, empathized with the burdens they carried, and reveled in their affection. Oh, great characters live in the local retirement home…you will love them!

ENDERS’ Rating: *****

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What appears as mistaken identity sets fear, doubt and lots of nosy FBI agents into motion. It all started with boy in the Latin summer school “scary staring” at Cathy and jumping toward her, sure that she is his cousin Murielle. She listens to his rantings about his cousin that got left behind and how his aunt and uncle were fugitives who never returned. Frightened, Cathy escapes with her ride. The boy refuses to give up and suddenly the FBI arrive. Cathy, even if she is not Murielle, could serve a useful purpose. Cooney does it once again, giving us a great story. My only disappointment is that the mystery unraveled a bit quickly for my taste.

ENDERS’ Rating: ****