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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Book Lovin' Bitches Ebook Tours Bling Blitz - swept away by Marsha Canham


Obscure characters and events in history have always attracted me.  My Robin Hood trilogy evolved from a tiny footnote in a history book about the “Lost Princess of Brittany”.  The Highland trilogy similarly began when a neighbour told me the origins of the song “Loch Lomond”
 
SWEPT AWAY was based on an equally small event, that of Napoleon Bonaparte’s attempt to escape his final capture and exile by trading places with his brother.  Presumably there was enough of a resemblance to fool anyone who did not know the two brothers up-close and personal.  From that little tidbit I knew it would be my hero who would uncover the masquerade.  In order for him to do that, he had to be close to Napoleon in some way, yet still be on the side of the English.  That led to him being a spy, one who was masterful enough and resourceful enough to gain acceptance to Napoleon’s inner circle. Unfortunately that meant he had to have the English believe him to be a traitor.  Toss in some double-crosses, an assassin.  Give the hero amnesia for a little extra challenge, and leave it to the unsuspecting and uncertain heroine to be “swept away” by the unfolding events.



 
Excerpt from Swept Away
 
2010 Book Cover
The street was narrow and dark, the gutters overflowed from a recent rain that had done little more than bring a million worms rising out of the cracks in the cobbles. The air smelled slimy with them. Each footstep crushed the elongated bodies to mush.
 
He crouched in the shadows, his torn and bleeding back pressed against the damp bricks. He waited there a moment, listening for the scrape of a heel on stone, the snap of a hammer being cocked, ready to fire. He could not hear anything, but that did not mean he was in the
clear. The fact he had escaped at all was a miracle; that he had made it this far was a triumph of strength and sheer willpower. But his vision was beginning to blur and the world was starting to skew on a sickening angle that would make it feel as though these last hundred yards were all uphill.
 
He could not afford to wait any longer. Seamus was either there, or he was not. He had either waited or he had decided Emory was dead and it was better to take the ship out of port and save the rest of the crew.
 
He drew a deep breath into his lungs, wondering if it would be his last. He doubted he could outrun a bullet and he was vaguely curious to know how it would feel tearing into his back, ripping through is heart, bursting out his chest. At least there would be an end to the pain. It would be over.
 

1999 Book Cover
With a final, desperate heave, Emory pushed himself away from the rough stone wall and ran. He ran like a thousand year old man, bent in half, his feet dragging as if they hauled iron balls behind them. He saw the expected flash of powder in the shadows to his left and a fraction of a second later, heard the sharp report of a pistol. The shot whistled past his ear and likely would have gone in his ear had he not stumbled and gone down hard on the cobblestones. The air burst out of his lungs on a sob and he saw a shadow detach itself from the side of a building and start to walk toward him. He passed briefly under the gaslight and Emory saw his face, long and pointed like that of a bloodhound. It was Le Couteau and he was grinning. It was a sick, evil grin and Emory was determined it would not be the last thing imprinted on his mind before he died.
 
With a groan of pure agony, he rolled to the side of the wharf. An instant before he fell over the side and splashed into the greater agony of the salt water, he caught a glimpse of something bright and shiny that had been clutched in his hand. Now it would die with him, the key to everything, to all the secrets, the truths, the lies....



Marsha has been writing for over 25 years with 17 books in print. She has won multiple awards from Romantic Times including two Lifetime Achievement awards and has been dubbed the "Queen of Swashbucklers". She lives in a small town north of Toronto, Ontario with her dogs and birds.  She has one son and three beautiful grandchildren who are her daily inspiration. 


i would like to say thank you to Marsha Canham for guest posting today and to you all for stopping by.

Swept Away is available in paperback and Kindle formats at Amazon US, Amazon UK and ebook formats at Smashwords and Reader Store

for more information about Marsha, please visit her website http://www.marshacanhamebooks.com/ and her blog  http://marshacanham.wordpress.com/



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