Monthly Archives: February 2017

The Cartographer of No Man’s Land

Angus MacGrath is an artist and coastal trader from Nova Scotia. “…sailing the Lauralee fed something deep, made him feel part of the grand sweep’’ – not of history, but of the sun’s first rays breaking over the curve of … Continue reading

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Good Daughters

“Stanley said to Judith how blessed they were in their daughters. Only Judith wondered whether this might be the last holiday they would have together as a family. The children had no thought of last things, confident that everything lay … Continue reading

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Murphy’s Law

Molly Murphy is in trouble. Deciding to flee Ireland in order to avoid prosecution, Molly is able to secure a spot on the next boat out. Leaving in haste, Molly finds that she is able to assume the identity of … Continue reading

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One Pair of Hands

Monica is bored. Her life as a debutante is an endless round of exhausting gaiety and ‘pointless’ parties. She had tried the stage, and dressmaking, and neither seemed to be her cup of tea. What next? “I felt restless, dissatisfied, … Continue reading

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Titans

Samantha Gordon had from childhood known that she was adopted. Separated from her twin brother at birth, she begins to question who she is and where she came from. Throughout this novel, Samantha is seeking answers to her heritage and … Continue reading

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September

“September” is a novel set in Scotland about several characters who are invited to a dance party for a young lady turning twenty-one. Katy Steynton, the honoree, plays a very minor role in the novel (in fact the reader hardly … Continue reading

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The Foundling

The Duke of Sale for all of his twenty-four years has been pampered, indulged, cosseted, and dictated to. A sickly youngster, “he was the Most Noble Adolphus Gillespie Vernon Ware, Duke of Sale and Marquis of Ormesby; Earl of Sale; … Continue reading

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