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<\/a><\/p>\nLies of Gold<\/a>–Winner of Silver for Best Historical Book 2019 (Coffee Pot Book Club)<\/p>\n Blurb:<\/strong> Barnes & Noble https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/lies-of-gold-jan-selbourne\/1126283045?ean=9781945146268<\/a><\/p>\n Goodreads https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/35084198-lies-of-gold?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=gHqpV4JA7O&rank=1<\/a><\/p>\n When MacDonald finally turned around, the full force of the old soldier\u2019s legendary temper hit him like a brick. The furious tirade continued until MacDonald stopped for breath and picked up a sheet of paper.<\/p>\n \u201cNow this,\u201d the offending item was flapped in Julian\u2019s face. \u201cYou were drunk at a respectable gaming establishment and damn near killed a Spanish diplomat, a Spanish nobleman no less. With Napoleon Bonaparte mobilizing again and Europe on edge I cannot believe your utter stupidity.\u201d<\/p>\n Julian glared at the man who had always reminded him of a powerful lion. Large and muscular with a mane of iron grey hair and fierce eyes that never wavered from their prey.<\/p>\n \u201cWho claimed I nearly killed a Spanish diplomat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHis aide, you threatened him as well.\u201d<\/p>\n Julian shrugged and looked at the floor. \u201cThe Spaniard was cheating at cards. I demanded to see his hand, he refused so I challenged him to go outside for satisfaction.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou broke his nose and three ribs and knocked him senseless,\u201d MacDonald\u2019s fist slammed into the desk. \u201cI am thoroughly ashamed of you. Your debts go back over twelve months and now the Jews refuse you credit. One damned scandal after the other. I\u2019m told you had sex with Rutherford\u2019s wife in her sitting room while he was upstairs playing cards!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRutherford\u2019s wife was more than willing. What would you have done? Refuse the lady?\u201d Julian scowled at the Brigadier. \u201cWho fed that juicy snippet into your waiting ears?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will not tolerate your insolence, sir! You are a disgrace to your regiment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m no longer in the regiment,\u201d Julian snapped. \u201cDon\u2019t prose on about it.\u201d<\/p>\n MacDonald\u2019s face turned dark red. \u201cYou deserve to rot in a cell,\u201d he picked up a thick folder. \u201cYour service records. The only reason I am begging their Lordships\u2019 indulgence to keep you out of Newgate. I have decided you will return to Halton Hall and remain there until the Spaniard recovers and your string of scandals die down,\u201d he glowered at Julian. \u201cFor your sake, I hope the Spaniard recovers.\u201d<\/p>\n Julian thumped his fist on MacDonald\u2019s desk. \u201cI will not return to Halton Hall.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is your ancestral home and nobody else would want you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t care if it\u2019s the home of my ancestors nor do I care if the late Earl of Ballingford and the moronic Honourable Martin Ashford are my cousins, I will not return there. Nor can you make me.\u201d<\/p>\n MacDonald\u2019s cold eyes met Julian\u2019s. \u201cI can and I am. Your family name and my influence stand between you and a long stretch behind bars or seven years in the New South Wales penal colony.\u201d MacDonald\u2019s eyebrows rose. \u201cWhy so reluctant? Ballingford\u2019s dead. His brother is now in residence as guardian of the children and estates until the young Earl reaches his majority. I have dispatched a letter to Martin Ashford, I don\u2019t expect him to refuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve already told Martin?\u201d Julian exploded. \u201cHave I no choice in this matter?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, unless you want me to personally deliver you to the prison\u2019s welcoming arms.\u201d MacDonald glared irritably at the corporal and clerk behind him. \u201cWhy are you still here? Don\u2019t you have anything better to do?\u201d<\/p>\n Their eyes darted between MacDonald and Julian. \u201cYou told us to wait, Brigadier,\u201d the corporal stammered.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, get out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, off you go gentlemen,\u201d Julian sneered. \u201cI am having a small wager with myself on how long it will take for you to spread this new morsel around Town. Forty-eight hours? You\u2019ll put the gossipy washerwomen to shame.\u201d<\/p>\n MacDonald returned to his desk. \u201cGet out of my sight, Major Ashford. I\u2019ve washed my hands of you.\u201d He waited until they were alone before speaking softly \u201cTake great care, Julian. Don\u2019t let your guard down for a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n About Jan: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/jan.selbourne\/<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/twitter.com\/JanSelbourne<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/www.linkedin.com\/in\/jan-selbourne-2817b6140\/<\/a><\/p>\n https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/<\/a> Powered by Linky Tools<\/b><\/p>\n Click here<\/a> to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is a blog hop. Be sure to check the link at the bottom to see posts from other authors! 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\nSilent, ruthless, protected by an unknown ally in Whitehall, he smuggles gold across the Channel to Napoleon Bonaparte. When flimsy evidence points to the Essex coast, three men are given secret orders to find the traitor. One of those men, Julian Ashford, has his life transformed into debts and disgrace and sent back to Halton Hall, and Katherine the woman he loved and lost. What Julian discovers within the walls of his ancestral home is much deeper and more sinister than he thought possible, but nothing could prepare him for the betrayal when he finally faces the mastermind behind this sordid operation.<\/p>\n![\"Best](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Historical-Romance-Silver-2019.png?resize=150%2C150&ssl=1\")
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\n<\/strong>Major Julian Ashford\u2019 looked up at the yellowing plaster ceiling and down to the clock above the mantelpiece. Thirty minutes ago, he\u2019d entered the cluster of buildings under the control of The Secretary of State for War and walked up one flight of stairs to the office of Brigadier Sir Ian MacDonald. A corporal had pointed to a wooden bench and the clock continued to tick. Julian drew a deep breath and studied his boots.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Jan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.<\/p>\n
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