Guest Post: Babette Hughes' The Red Scarf

Please welcome Babette Hughes in celebration of the release of her new novel, The Red Scarf. 

My novels, THE RED SCARF, it’s prequel THE RED HAT and THE LOCKET, soon to be published, follow Kate Brady from the age of eighteen to eighty, reflecting my fascination with the way historical events affect lives, like Prohibition and The Great Depression. 

I was two years old when my bootlegging father and innocent uncle (who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time) were ambushed and murdered by the Mafia in a turf war. When I was old enough to ask my mother how my father died, she said he died of pneumonia.

So at the age of 18 I began a search for the truth. I read old newspapers in the Cleveland Public Library that described the murders in screaming headlines. I asked questions of surviving relatives. I researched a book about the Jewish Orphan Home in Cleveland, Ohio where my mother lived from 1900 to 1915 from the time she was three years old. 

She met my father in 1912 at the age of fifteen, after graduating from the orphanage. He was considered a catch for an orphan girl—good-looking with money in his pocket and a shiny Winton automobile. They were married in 1915 and when Prohibition became law in 1919 he found the career he was born to.

Then, as if my mother hadn’t had enough bad luck with orphanhood and her husband’s violent life and death, unemployment went from 3% in 1929 to 25% in 1930. Fully half of Cleveland workers were jobless. There were long soup lines. The Dow Jones Industrial Average lost nearly 90% of its value. Scores of people were killing themselves. And my mother found herself a single parent trying to support two children in the midst of The Great Depression when she was paid in her job at City Hall with worthless paper money called script by the bankrupt City of Cleveland. 

But back then we Americans were like family looking out for each other, united in mutual struggles and shared experiences. There was not the bitter personal and political polarization that exists today or the abyss between the rich and poor or Washington’s political paralysis. Even Al Capone opened a soup kitchen.

My family emerged from the challenges made stronger by its ordeals, more compassionate to the unlucky, and the tools earned from adversity for an enriched life. And not the least, animating my imagination for the characters who live in my novels.

About the book

The Red Scarf opens with Kate Brady, aka, Mrs. Ben Gold trying to find a normal life as the widow of the Godfather of the Jewish mafia, Ben Gold. Ben Gold is dead and the file is closed as far as law enforcement is concerned. The angry remaining Sarsini brother is the killer, or at least that’s what the FBI believes. Good riddance is what they and everyone who knew Ben Gold think, and Kate agrees wholeheartedly. Ben had treated her badly, was not a good man, and frankly deserved exactly what he got.

And, so, as The Red Scarf picks up her story she is attending college, living on the millions of dollars of ill-gotten gain that Ben had left her, and trying to put the life of a moll behind her. But once again, even from beyond the grave, Ben Gold drags her back into the dangerous world of gangster and guns. 

When handsome FBI agent Adam Fairfield is introduced as a guest lecturer, she feels immediately drawn to him, and he to her. A torrid love affair ensues and soon, she is risking her life by revealing her darkest secret to him, trusting that he won’t put her away for life, or worse.

For Kate, this story is about more than the thrill of bringing down another bad man who is intimidating her community and abusing his wife. This is about redemption. It’s about getting on with her life and leaving behind as best she can the lengthy laundry list of mistakes she had made as a young and impressionable woman. 

Once again, Babette Hughes brings all the moving parts of this story to what is becoming her signature, a climactic finish that leaves the reader breathless and yet still thinking about all the twists and turns and the characters we met in The Red Scarf days later, long after the last page is turned.

About the author

Babette Hughes, author of The Red Scarf, The Hat (winner of the Texas Association of Authors’ Historical Fiction Award 2011-2012), Lost and Found, and co-author of Why College Students Fail, is also a contributing blogger for The Huffington Post. She has also been published in theSaturday Review; been contributing editor of Cleveland Magazine; a twice-weekly columnist for the Cleveland Press; and has published articles and book reviews in the Cleveland Plain Dealer and the Sunday Magazine. She has also written, produced and appeared in television documentaries and news and feature stories for Cleveland television stations WKYC-NBC and WNBK-UHF.

In addition to her writing career she has been been National Director of Women’s Political Action for Hubert Humphrey in his 1972 Presidential campaign, as well as founder and President of Discover Yourself, Inc., a motivation and self realization program for women. She has also been Director of Public Relations for Revco D.S., Inc. in Twinsburg, Ohio, and Account Executive with Frazier Associates, in Washington, DC. She and her husband live in Austin, Texas, and are the parents and step-parents of eight children.

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Guest Post: Jo-Ann Costa's The Bequest of Big Daddy

Please welcome Jo-Ann Costa as part of the virtual tour for her novel, The Bequest of Big Daddy.

I CAME DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS 

First, I wish to express my appreciation to my hosts for having me as a guest on Historical Fiction Connection. Thank you, ladies, you provide a wonderful service to authors and readers alike.

And now for Big Daddy.

As the name implies, a name such as this should belong to a large man, if not in actual stature, then in reputation. In the South, however, grandfathers of all sizes and personalities are often called Big Daddy. It’s just a Southern thing.

The man I write about is formidable. Some might even say ruthless. Big Daddy begins his life as Horatio Gage Janson, called Ratio for short. His beautiful mother never wanted him, so as a child, he is left to his own devices. The result is catastrophic and Ratio Janson is shaped into something more monstrous than he could ever have imagined.

On his wedding day, as seen in the old photograph, Ratio is already the product of a lifetime of being unloved and unwanted. By now he is feared and on the run from a terrible past. His marriage is simply one of economic expedience.

So what is a bequest and why is it important to the story I tell in The Bequest of Big Daddy?

To set the scene, I’m interested in family history and how certain patterns of behavior and beliefs are handed down from generation to generation – “bequests” of sorts. I was always fascinated with the tales I’d heard about my own family’s “Big Daddy” and I studied my family history looking for similarities. Our family’s Big Daddy was a rascal I once met as a small child, a hard man who scratched from nothing, a legacy to leave his children. Along the way, a man was killed, children were born out of wedlock, women were used up and back alley deals were sealed. And along the way, this man’s great-granddaughter, who is me, was inspired to write a book about a much worse man, with an incredibly sordid past.

History. What we make of history comes from what we read, what has been documented and what we imagine might have happened. Since I am a daughter of the Deep South, my particular interest springs from my heritage. In The Bequest of Big Daddy, I explore the people from Appalachia, people who came down from the mountains into Alabama and Georgia, bringing with them customs and beliefs from their native lands of Scotland, England and Ireland. Some of these people eventually became planter-class, slave-holding families, but most were poor people who worked the land along side of the slaves. My main character, Big Daddy, is from the planter class and his is the story of how the American Civil War wiped out his entire family and the feudal system they controlled. It is, above all else, a commentary in story form that touches upon the social, political and racial issues of the mid-eighteen hundreds as told through the life of one man, who lived until the mid-twentieth century.

You might wonder: Is Jo-Ann telling a story about her own family? Is the little girl character shown in the photo, who is named Jo-Dee Janson, really the author Jo-Ann Costa? Well, I’ll leave that for you to decide. But I will tell you this much. I took a few facts inspired by my great-grandfather’s life and sprinkled them among a whole lot of fiction. But wondering is part of the fun, isn’t it?

Let me share a “pitch” I once used at a Writers’ Conference when I discovered that a popular agent from New York was riding in the same elevator with me.

“Hi,” I said. “My name is Jo-Ann Costa. I’ve written a book of historical fiction spanning over one-hundred years. The Bequest of Big Daddy is about a big, nasty secret kept for generations until a descendant of my main character discovers the truth about her legendary kin.”

The agent smiled an insincere smile. “Thank you for that,” she muttered before hurrying out at the next stop.

This was but one of my first rejections. There were many more to come. And so, as I refined my pitch, I also learned to pick my shots.

When my book won a Paul Gillette Award in a national writing contest, agents and editors were suddenly interested in The Bequest of Big Daddy. To shorten this part of the story, my book was released in April of this year to critical acclaim. Now I say critical acclaim as though I expected the praise, but that is not the way I felt. What really happened to me was this: I had a Sally Field moment, when she said in disbelief, “You like me, you really like me,” while accepting her Academy Award. When the long-awaited praise finally arrived for my work, I was just as relieved and grateful as Ms. Field. I still am, for we writers are unsung artists who labor alone, with little or no encouragement until…God smiles.

You see, no matter how good our writing may be, when an author “debuts” it’s a nerve-wracking time. Her/his heart and soul have gone into the work and hundreds of hours have been dedicated to its birth and readiness for the public. Much like a painting, a beautiful quilt, a sculpture or any other work of art, a book is a creation. Books have supporters and detractors. Still, we write, paint, sew and sculpt because we must. To date, I have been honored with kind accolades for my writing, but these are gifts from generous others; not my birthright.

On an author tour in April, I could easily have started another book about my experiences while touring the South. As I drove from venue to venue, promoting The Bequest of Big Daddy, I spent hours on the road with myself and the radio as my only companions. As I often do, I thought about the past more than I did the present.

In the land of my forebears, the land from which that wellspring of inspiration erupts in my head for most of my waking hours and as often comes to me in dreams, I felt as though I’d come home. And although I was a woman on a mission facing a forced-march schedule, powerful feelings materialized along the way…lessons learned, dénouements, memories, and a longing for what was.

In Memphis, the ghosts of the past were palatable in the old buildings along the river’s waterfront and in Birmingham, Alabama, the emblematic Sloss Furnace Company reminded me of past trips into BHM Airport to visit my people further south.

When I arrived in a driving thunderstorm in Nashville, Tennessee for an interview with the celebrated John Seigenthaler on NPR’s “A Word on Words,” lightning arced across the darkening sky, frightening and seemingly predatory. A confession: I have always been terrified of lightning. As a child, I was lost in such a storm and took shelter in the stairwell of a massive brick church. Since then, for me, lightning has always been the devil in disguise.

Safe inside the television studios on this new day, I was greeted by a receptionist, who soon assured me that I was blessed by God during that long-ago event and because of this, I need not fear anything, least of all, lightning. And yes, there were Scriptural references woven into the woman’s declaration, which made her revelations all the more intriguing. We shared a cup of strong coffee as she went about her work, continuing to talk to me in that soft, entrancing voice of hers, soothing, yet firm in its convictions. I listened and exchanged opinions until the fabled Mr. Seigenthaler arrived. The interview, which aired on Nashville’s Public Television the end of July, is an opportunity to showcase my work that only John Seigenthaler could accomplish on my behalf. But the receptionist? She exorcized the lightning.

Another ghost of the past appeared in Montgomery, Alabama. As I returned from my television appearance, a small group of African-American women were waiting in the lobby. One of them was wearing a plastic gold crown and a banner across her chest. The women gathered around me, congratulating me on my interview, making me feel like a minor celebrity. I turned to the woman wearing the crown and asked if I was in the presence of Royalty. “Yes,” the woman answered. She had been crowned queen of an event to raise money for underprivileged children. As I left for another city, I thought how proud the ladies were of their accomplishments in the name of helping others and how far the city of Montgomery had come since the setting and time of my book.

This close to my people, and to my father’s grave, I could not steal time to drive to Selma for a short visit. This saddened me for other ghosts of good times dwelt there. Drinking Margaritas on Daddy’s back porch while listening to the night sounds from his swamp, watching Daddy’s foxes come up from the swamp for their evening feeding, sitting at Daddy’s dinner table eating biscuits and sausage, hearing his tales about dead folks, listening to his steady snore coming from the other bedroom, getting ready for the Fourth of July family reunion…all lovely ghosts of the past I deeply miss.

Coming full circle back to Memphis, I stopped in Oxford, Mississippi for a stage reading to kick off the Double Decker Festival on Thacker Mountain Radio and sign books at the famous Square Books. Driving along the Natchez Trace in spring time one would not guess that bloody Civil War battles had once been fought in the area. The countryside seemed so peaceful, so Southern—so at home with both history and the present. The land never changes.

It’s America. Still the best land I know. And in America, people can write what they need to write and speak what’s on their minds. Perhaps this is the most precious “bequest” of all. Thank you for reading my post and I hope you will enjoy reading The Bequest of Big Daddy.

About the book

Publication Date: April 1, 2013
Koehler Books
Paperback; 280p
ISBN: 978-1-938467-27-1

Ratio Janson is the crusty patriarch with an infamous background and a hair-trigger temper, reverently referred to as Big Daddy by his family clan. His feisty great-granddaughter, Jo-Dee, overhears shocking gossip at Big Daddy's funeral and is determined to plumb his murky past, spanning the Civil War, Reconstruction and forging head-on into the twentieth century.

From a vast turpentine industry to the ruins of a decaying plantation with its feudal order a memory, Jo-Dee explores the complex nature of family and self, only to make a startling discovery. Will she betray her great-grandfather and disgrace the family name, or will she preserve his shameful secret? And on the ancient grounds of the family mansion destroyed in the Civil War, will Big Daddy's spirit claim her even from the grave?

Praise for THE BEQUEST OF BIG DADDY
“Costa’s expressive voice effortlessly guides the compelling story… Costa’s debut novel tells the engaging story of a man whose tumultuous life provides an even greater tale than the grand myths that surround him.” — Kirkus Reviews

“Anyone who enjoys Southern fiction or picaresque novels will love this one!” — Lisa Alther, Author of four New York Times bestsellers

“All families have secrets, some darker than others. In her richly imagined debut novel, Jo-Ann Costa explores the impact of one family’s secret down through the decades and generations. The Bequest of Big Daddy marks the arrival of a fresh new voice in Southern literature.” — Will Allison, Author of the New York Times bestseller Long Drive Home.

“Ms. Costa writes like she was born to the craft. Wonderful storytelling and memorable characters you won’t soon forget. Big Daddy is not just any character—he gets into your head and refuses to budge.” — Hillel Black, former Publishing Executive and Editor of twenty New York Times bestsellers

Jo-Ann Costa’s Bequest is part gothic, part adventure, part mystery and wholly satisfying. Move over Tennessee Williams, there is a new Big Daddy in town.” — Claire Matturro, Award-winning author of three bestsellers

“Costa is a skilled storyteller who draws the reader into the Southern world.” — The Durango Herald

“On a scale of one to five I would easily give this one a six, because it’s just that good!” — WV Stitcher, Blogger

About the author

Jo-Ann Costa studied her craft at the knees of her clannish Alabama kin, who are among the most accomplished at fabricating outlandish tales. Thus trained as a storyteller, Ms. Costa honed her compelling voice while serving in executive roles for a mega-corporation founded by the late Howard Hughes.

Along with the wildlife, Ms. Costa now makes her home at the edge of Colorado's Weminuche wilderness, where she writes historical fiction and mysteries. She is a graduate of California State University, the University of Southern California's Managerial Policy Institute, Leadership Southern California and the Public Affairs Institute. She also studied at the UCLA Writers’ Extension Program.

The Bequest of Big Daddy is the first book in her epic saga, Longleaf Legacy.

www.jo-anncosta.com

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Guest Post: Sue Harrison's Mother Earth Father Sky and Song of the River

Please welcome Sue Harrison as part of her virtual tour while promoting the re-issue of her novels, Mother Earth Father Sky and Song of the River.

With Gratitude for Curses and Blessings

In my twenty-eighth winter, I experienced a spark of inspiration that generated the inception of my first novel, Mother Earth Father Sky. I was looking out a window at the cold Upper Michigan forest that surrounded our house, and I realized that I knew the species of every tree simply by the way the limbs branched from their trunks. I began to consider the outdoor survival skills I had accumulated under the tutelage of my husband and my father, and I fell in love with the idea of writing about the people who best understand how to live in natural environments—North American natives.

I culled my personal stash of books and begged and borrowed from the bookshelves of my friends and relatives. I spent days and hours at libraries, and I interviewed native people. I studied native languages.

Eventually, I found the book that would change my life, Aleuts: Survivors of the Bering Land Bridge, by William S. Laughlin. Laughlin’s research introduced me to the people who settled on those islands that divide the Bering Sea from the North Pacific. The Aleuts’ ancestors came to North America from Asia more than nine thousand years ago, and, although they have faced earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and many incursions of inhospitable peoples, they have survived. Their descendants still live on those islands today. 

You’ve probably heard the ancient curse, “May you live in interesting times.” Few of us want to live in interesting times with the resulting loss and destruction. However, most readers welcome protagonists who survive interesting times. In the Aleut people, I discovered a multitude of courageous survivors.

As I researched and wrote Mother Earth Father Sky and my five subsequent Alaska novels, I found myself in the heady company of those writers who build the foundations for their stories upon the rugged landscape of that ancient curse. They count their efforts worthwhile when their words morph curses into blessings and send readers on wondrous journeys that can calm the winds and waters of ordinary lives. While I don’t claim to have achieved that goal, each morning when I sit down to write, my heart sings for the possibilities of ancient curses and storied blessings.

About Mother Earth Father Sky

Publication Date: May 28, 2013
Open Road Media
eBook
ISBN: 0380715929

A young woman fights for survival amid the brutality of the last Ice Age

It’s 7056 BC, a time before history. On the first day that Chagak’s womanhood is acknowledged within her Aleut tribe, she unexpectedly finds herself betrothed to Seal Stalker, the most promising young hunter in the village. A bright future lies ahead of Chagak—but in one violent moment, she loses her entire way of life. Left with her infant brother, Pup, and only a birdskin parka for warmth, Chagak sets out across the icy waters on a quest for survival and revenge.

Mother Earth Father Sky is the first book of the Ivory Carver Trilogy, which also includes My Sister the Moon and Brother Wind.

Praise for Mother Earth Father Sky

“Mythic storytelling.” —The Washington Post Book World

“Sue Harrison joins the ranks of Jean Auel and Linda Lay Shuler.” —The Houston Post

“Memorably great . . . in between the satisfying details of an ancient culture, you smell the sweet heather, taste the wind, hear the roaring surf and sense the joy of primeval love.” —Ruth Beebe Hill, author of Hanta Yo

“A book of haunting beauty and emotional power. I became the Aleut girl-woman in Ice Age Alaska, and the carver, the seal hunter, the shaman . . . A remarkable book of passion, tenderness, and the indomitable human spirit, masterfully researched and beautifully written.” —Linda Lay Shuler, author of She Who Remembers

“A moving and credible story . . . Harrison expertly frames dramatic events with depictions of prehistoric life in the Aleutian Islands.” —The New York Times Book Review

About Song of the River

Publication Date: May 28, 2013
Open Road Media
eBook
ISBN: 0380726033

Two ancient tribes on the verge of making peace become foes once more when a double murder jeopardizes a storyteller’s mission

Eighty centuries ago, in the frozen land that is now Alaska, a clubfooted male child had been left to die, when a woman named K’os rescued him. Twenty years later and no longer a child, Chakliux occupies the revered role as his tribe’s storyteller. In the neighboring village of the Near River people, where Chakliux will attempt to make peace by wedding the shaman’s daughter, a double murder occurs that sends him on a harsh, enthralling journey in search of the truth about the tragic losses his people have suffered, and into the arms of a woman he was never meant to love.

Song of the River is the first book of the Storyteller Trilogy, which also includes Cry of the Wind and Call Down the Stars.

Praise for Song of the River

“Harrison once again displays her first-rate storytelling talents, here in a rousing tale of murder, revenge, and internecine warfare . . . A warm yarn from the frozen North as authentic as all get-out.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Sue Harrison joins the ranks of Jean Auel and Linda Lay Shuler.” —The Houston Post

“A remarkable storyteller.” —Detroit Free Press

“Lyrical . . . compelling . . . a timeless tale of the best and the worst of humankind in a land where the mundane mixes naturally with the mystical.” —Minneapolis Star Tribune

About the author

Sue Harrison grew up in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and graduated summa cum laude from Lake Superior State University with a bachelor of arts degree in English language and literature. At age twenty-seven, inspired by the cold Upper Michigan forest that surrounded her home, and the outdoor survival skills she had learned from her father and her husband, Harrison began researching the people who understood best how to live in a harsh environment: the North American native peoples. She studied six Native American languages and completed extensive research on culture, geography, archaeology, and anthropology during the nine years she spent writing her first novel, Mother Earth Father Sky, the extraordinary story of a woman’s struggle for survival in the last Ice Age. A national and international bestseller, and selected by the American Library Association as one of the Best Books for Young Adults in 1991, Mother Earth Father Sky is the first novel in Harrison’s critically acclaimed Ivory Carver Trilogy, which includes My Sister the Moon and Brother Wind. She is also the author of Song of the River, Cry of the Wind, and Call Down the Stars, which comprise the Storyteller Trilogy, also set in prehistoric North America. Her novels have been translated into thirteen languages and published in more than twenty countries. Harrison lives with her family in Michigan’s Eastern Upper Peninsula.

For more information please visit Sue Harrison's website. You can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

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I read Mother Earth Father Sky many years ago and even after all these years, I remember loving it. I recommend it. 

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The Hat by Babette Hughes

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About the author and the book, The Hat
2012 Historical Author of the Year, Babette Hughes, is the daughter of a Jewish bootlegger who was murdered by mobsters during the Prohibition.

Now 90, she has published four books and is a regular columnist for The Huffington Post. She writes daily with the fluidity and grace of a woman half her age; walks her dog, Polly, two miles a day; and lives in Austin, TX with her husband, JD.

Babette published, The Hat, the first acclaimed crime novel in the Kate Brady series in 2011, and the second novel in the series, The Red Scarf, will be on bookshelves around the country on August 15, 2013.

The third novel in the Kate Brady series is scheduled to release spring 2014. The Hat has its roots in personal history. What lends this novel its authenticity is that its author, Babette Hughes, is the daughter of a bootlegger who was murdered by the Mafia when she was an infant. Hughes (née Rosen) spent years piecing together her father’s bootlegging career and murder, despite her mother’s attempt to hide the truth. The Hat draws directly on the drama of Hughes’ search for the truth, as told in her acclaimed memoir, Lost And Found. The novel begins in 1931 with the brief, chilling murder of the godfather of the Jewish bootlegging world, Ben Gold. The killer disappears without a trace and Chapter Two, in flashback, introduces Kate Brady, who has just been fired from her Depression-era job working at Shapiro’s Bakery. She has little hope of a future until she meets the magnetic, wealthy Ben Gold, who immediately identifies her as his future wife. They marry in a brilliantly described wedding. The charged love affair between Kate and Gold’s employee, Bobby Keane, and their struggle to escape the dangerous Gold, is revealed later in the book. Ultimately, The Hat is the story of Kate’s struggle for lost innocence, selfhood, and freedom. Of courage in the struggle with evil. Of bravery in the face of danger. And of being led into daylight by the restoring power of love.

Excerpt:
April 14, 1932
BEN GOLD’S KILLER knew that he was a man of regular habits. His bedroom light went on exactly at seven, the bathroom light at 7:10, and he was always nattily dressed in suit and fedora at 7:40 when he left for his morning walk to Jake’s newsstand to pick up the Cleveland Plain Dealer.

The killer also knew that Gold took a short cut through a nearby alley and had waited, hidden in the ally’s doorway of an indented and closed shoe repair shop. Sometimes, if a headline happened to interest Gold as he walked back with the newspaper, he would stop and read the article, which worried the assassin because it could dangerously throw the timing off. But in exactly five minutes, Gold’s footsteps were heard. As he approached, the executioner removed the safety of the Smith & Wesson .38, stepped out and pointed the gun. Small, dressed in knickers, a shirt and cap, the murderer looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

Gold opened his mouth in puzzlement then in shocked recognition.

The bullet shattered Ben Gold’s face.

Upcoming release...The Red Scarf
The Red Scarf opens with Kate Brady, aka, Mrs. Ben Gold trying to find a normal life as the widow of the Godfather of the Jewish mafia, Ben Gold. Ben Gold is dead and the file is closed as far as law enforcement is concerned. The angry remaining Sarsini brother is the killer, or at least that’s what the FBI believes. Good riddance is what they and everyone who knew Ben Gold think, and Kate agrees wholeheartedly. Ben had treated her badly, was not a good man, and frankly deserved exactly what he got.

And, so, as The Red Scarf picks up her story she is attending college, living on the millions of dollars of ill-gotten gain that Ben had left her, and trying to put the life of a moll behind her. But once again, even from beyond the grave, Ben Gold drags her back into the dangerous world of gangster and guns.

When handsome FBI agent Adam Fairfield is introduced as a guest lecturer, she feels immediately drawn to him, and he to her. A torrid love affair ensues and soon, she is risking her life by revealing her darkest secret to him, trusting that he won’t put her away for life, or worse.

For Kate, this story is about more than the thrill of bringing down another bad man who is intimidating her community and abusing his wife. This is about redemption. It’s about getting on with her life and leaving behind as best she can the lengthy laundry list of mistakes she had made as a young and impressionable woman.

Once again, Babette Hughes brings all the moving parts of this story to what is becoming her signature, a climactic finish that leaves the reader breathless and yet still thinking about all the twists and turns and the characters we met in The Red Scarf days later, long after the last page is turned.

Excerpt:
September 6, 1933

It is the first day of my criminal justice class at Cleveland College. Waiting with the other students for the professor to arrive, I try to look innocent. I have taken the precaution of sitting in the back row between a boy with acne and a chubby girl with a pretty face and too much makeup. I wish I were like them. I wish acne and weight were all I have to worry about. I wish I could shake the plump girl until her teeth rattle. I want her green life.

The room smells of paper and the cologne on the girl sitting next to me. Someone has carved initials in the wood of my desk. Does “H. R.” belong to the wood carver? Or to the wood-carver’s spouse? But that’s silly—most eighteen-year-olds aren’t married. As I was. To my regret. And surely to my former husband’s, who is now safely buried with the other dead Jews in Mayfield Cemetery.

The door opens and the dean arrives with a man so handsome there is a collective intake of breath from the girls in the room. Who is he? I knew Dean Conway from his boring speech to the freshman assembled last week in the auditorium. But the other? I would have remembered if I had seen him before. You don’t forget a face like that.

“Good morning, students,” Dean Conway says, with a pasted-on smile. “I have a swell surprise for you. The instructor for this class will be a real-life F.B.I. agent. This,” he says, gesturing to him grandly, “is Adam Fairchild. “Before joining the Bureau, he taught law and criminal justice at Ohio State University. How about those credentials? How lucky can you get?” Someone starts to clap, the dean joins in and then the rest of the class.

Fairfield is standing a bit to the side, his hands in his pockets, looking like Tyrone Power or maybe Douglas Fairbanks without the mustache.

I slide my eyes over to the door. Too far away.

“I leave you now in the capable hands of Special Agent Fairfield,” Dean Conway says, pausing and lifting his chin as if posing for a photograph.

“Thank you, Dean. I only hope I don’t disappoint after that introduction,” he says, grinning as if he knows better.

He takes a sheet of paper from the desk. “Please stand as I read your name so I can get a look at you.”

As he reads the names, each student stands, saying, “Here.” As I wait for him to call my name, I start to sweat. When he does, I rise, manage a mumbled “Here,” and slide back down into my chair. His eyes linger on me. Or am I imagining it? No. I am not imagining it. He knows who I am. I thought I could disappear among hundreds of college students. I thought by using my maiden name I could erase the time when I was Mrs. Ben Gold. I was wrong. I should have packed up and gone as far from Cleveland as I could get—California. Oregon. Anywhere but here. Well, it isn’t too late—this is my first day in Mr. F.B.I’s class. It’s a big country.

I see that he’s dressed for the part of charming professor in one of those tweed jackets with leather on the elbows, a blue shirt and neatly knotted brown tie. Even though his hair is cropped short, I can see the grey starting. Still, it’s hard to tell his age—30’s? 40’s?

After the roll call, he looks at me again. I make myself return his stare as if that will make him drop his. It does not. I drop mine.

He looks at his watch. “There’s still time for me to tell you a bit about the F.B.I,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the desk. “Before J. Edgar Hoover became Director it was just the Bureau of Investigation. But Hoover got it federalized so we could cross state lines to chase the bad guys. How many of you have heard of Baby Face Nelson, Bonnie and Clyde and Machine Gun Kelly?”

A bunch of hands shoot up.

“Okay, I can tell you that we know Nelson’s in San Francisco, a source has Machine Gun Kelly in Chicago, and we’ve spotted Bonnie and Clyde in Des Moines. Believe me, their days of robbing banks and killing people are numbered.” There is a sudden gravity about him with that grim look you see on the faces of F.B.I. agents in the newsreels.

The boy with acne raises his hand.

“Mr. Arlington,” Fairfield says, nodding.

“So how does a person get in?” the boy asks.

“You want to be an F.B.I. agent?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, son, you’ve got some years to go—you have to be twenty-five. And before that, you have to have gone to law school. You have to be a lawyer. And come from a good family.”

Good family. That lets me out.

The boy sits down.

A skinny girl in a navy blue dress raises her hand.

“Miss Sawyer,” Fairfield says. But he is looking at me again.

I feel my face heat up and look down at my white schoolgirls’ blouse to check on buttons.

“Does the F.B.I. take women?” she asks.

“Not any I know of,” he says. “Although there were a few. Emma Jentzer back some twenty years or so.
Also, Alaska Davidson and Lenore Houston in the old bureau.” He stops, as if searching his memory.

“And oh, yes, Jessie Duckson.” He lets go of his charming smile. “Maybe by the time you’re twenty-five Hoover will let women in. So go to law school, just in case. That way, if you can’t be an agent, you’ll have a back up. You can be a lawyer.”

“I don’t know any women lawyers, do you?” There was a nice edge to her voice. I liked her.

“Well, no. A great injustice. But perhaps you’ll change that and be the first woman agent in modern times.”

The girl looks doubtful.

Another hand is raised.

“Mr. Linsky,” Fairfield says.

I am impressed with his memory of names after only one hearing. More to worry about.

“So how come Mr. Hoover can’t catch Dillinger?”

“Well, Mr. Linsky, we have it on good authority he’s in Dayton, Ohio. As we speak. He moves around a lot but we’ll get him. Sooner or later we’ll get him.” He narrows his eyes. You can imagine him wearing sun glasses, a fedora, and that serious expression, moving silent as a cat, stalking Dillinger, ready; you can imagine him shooting. No questions asked. Just the Springfield Armory Model M 14 machine gun with 20 round USGI—like the gun that laid under my husband’s side of the bed. Or the Smith & Wesson 22, with a clip that holds 12 rounds. Small enough to fit in a pocket or hide in a hat. Small enough to fit in a woman’s hand. I feel a small thrill.

The boy sits down.

Fairfield looks at his watch again, opens a notebook, and recites the course agenda: Intro to Criminal Justice; Criminal Law; Criminal Investigation; Intro to Forensic Chemistry; Human Relations. I dutifully write the list in my notebook with a shaking hand, now convinced that he knows who I am.

“Class, please read chapters one through four in your textbook, ‘Intro to Forensic Chemistry’ by the next class,” he’s saying. My classmates begin noisily scraping chairs, murmuring, moving toward the door. A couple of girls almost trip as they turn for one more look at Fairfield.

I close my notebook and gather up my books.

I am almost at the door when he calls from the front of the room, “Miss Brady.”

Pretending not to hear him, I put my head down and keep on walking.

“Miss Brady!” he calls. “My office, please! Room 321.”

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Author Gillian Bagwell: Guest Post/Giveaway | A Willow, Not an Oak: Bess of Hardwick and Religion

In honor of Gillian Bagwell's newest release, she has written this article in response to my review of A Venus in Winter on Burton Book Review. See the end of the post for a giveaway courtesy of her publisher!

A Willow, Not an Oak: Bess of Hardwick and Religion

Bess of Hardwick, the subject of my novel Venus in Winter, lived through the most tumultuous religious period in England’s history.

England was unquestioningly Catholic through the first quarter of the 1500s. In 1521, the pope bestowed on King Henry VIII the title of Defender of the Faith, for defending the Catholic church from Martin Luther’s accusations of heresy. But in 1529, the pope refused to annul Henry’s marriage to Katherine of Aragon. Henry, desperate to marry Anne Boleyn, who he thought would give him the son he needed to succeed him, began to move away from the pope’s authority. In November, 1534, he instituted the First Act of Supremacy, making him head of the church in England. It became treason to refuse to recognize his supremacy, and many people, including his friend Sir Thomas More, were executed for refusing to acknowledge that the king was above the pope. Henry abolished the many religious orders, taking over the properties of abbeys and priories, looting their vast riches, and casting out thousands of nuns, monks, and friars to beg or starve.

In 1547, Henry died and was succeeded by his nine-year old son Edward, who with his regents went much further than Henry in reforming the church, abolishing clerical celibacy, the mass, and other Catholic forms of worship that had remained. Only a few years after William Tyndale was burned at the stake for translating the Bible into English, it was decreed that every church in England must have a copy of an English Bible. In 1549, Edward VI introduced the Book of Common Prayer, with prayers and forms of service in English that are still used today.

But when Edward died in 1553 at the age of fifteen, he was succeeded by his sister Mary, the daughter of Katherine of Aragon. Mary was unbendingly Catholic. She had seen her mother cast off so that Henry could marry Anne Boleyn, and had been declared a bastard and removed from the succession. She immediately reinstituted Catholicism as the religion of England, and what had been the law of the land under Henry and Edward was now heresy. She launched a brutal campaign of persecution of Protestants, sending almost three hundred people to burn at the stake in Smithfield between 1555 and her death in 1558, earning the nickname Bloody Mary.

After Mary, Elizabeth, the daughter of Anne Boleyn, became queen. She once more returned England to Protestantism, and now it was the Catholics who were in danger of losing their lives. The hatred and fear of Catholicism remained so strong that a hundred and thirty years later, James II was removed from the throne for being Catholic, and replaced with his daughter Mary and her husband William of Orange.

How did people live through these terrifying years of the sixteenth century? Some didn’t; they held to their beliefs though it cost them their lives. But most people must have preferred to accommodate themselves to the official religion, at least outwardly. Bess of Hardwick certainly seems to have done so. She found favor under Protestant Edward VI, Catholic Mary I, and Protestant Elizabeth I. Elizabeth was godmother to Bess’s first son, Henry, and Mary was godmother to Bess’s son Charles. Amazingly, Charles’s godfather was Henry Grey, father of Jane Grey, who was in prison and who Mary would shortly have executed.
Bess was not alone in surviving the many reversals in policy. Her friend William Paulet, Earl of Winchester, was treasurer under Henry VIII and all three of his children, and professed five changes in religion. When asked how he had survived, he replied that he was made of willow rather than oak, and bent with the wind.

Gillian Bagwell’s third historical novel, Venus in Winter, based on the first forty years of the life of Bess of Hardwick, will be released on July 2. RT’s four-star review called the novel “An engrossing look at a powerful woman in English history” and raved, “with the book’s rich descriptions, readers will feel as if they are right there among the pomp and circumstance of 1500s England, as Bess finds herself thrust into the glamorous, yet treacherous, court life of King Henry VII. As Bess navigates her rise through society and secures her place in history, Venus in Winter becomes a worthy epic novel.” For more about Gillian’s books, please visit her website, http://www.gillianbagwell.com.

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Venus In Winter (A Novel of Bess of Hardwick) by Gillian Bagwell

Available from Penguin July 2013

The author of The September Queen explores Tudor England with the tale of Bess of Hardwick—the formidable four-time widowed Tudor dynast who became one of the most powerful women in the history of England. 

On her twelfth birthday, Bess of Hardwick receives the news that she is to be a waiting gentlewoman in the household of Lady Zouche. Armed with nothing but her razor-sharp wit and fetching looks, Bess is terrified of leaving home. But as her family has neither the money nor the connections to find her a good husband, she must go to facilitate her rise in society. 

When Bess arrives at the glamorous court of King Henry VIII, she is thrust into a treacherous world of politics and intrigue, a world she must quickly learn to navigate. The gruesome fates of Henry’s wives convince Bess that marrying is a dangerous business. Even so, she finds the courage to wed not once, but four times. Bess outlives one husband, then another, securing her status as a woman of property. But it is when she is widowed a third time that she is left with a large fortune and even larger decisions—discovering that, for a woman of substance, the power and the possibilities are endless. 

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