{"id":3611,"date":"2022-01-29T17:34:46","date_gmt":"2022-01-30T01:34:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3611"},"modified":"2022-01-29T17:34:46","modified_gmt":"2022-01-30T01:34:46","slug":"new-release-jan-selbourne-full-circle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2022\/01\/29\/new-release-jan-selbourne-full-circle\/","title":{"rendered":"New release from Jan Selbourne!! Full Circle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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An historical novel of mystery, intrigue, revenge, and love<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Some women are just stubborn, as Lloyd Harrington discovers when he drags Carey Stafford back to London. Maybe the feel of a noose around her pretty neck will dispel the sweetness of her revenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


As you can tell from these two comments, Jan Selbourne’s new book, Full Circle<\/a> , is not all sweetness and light. But it is<\/em> a fantastic model of intrigue, characters who masquerade as one thing and then another, murder and mystery, spanning two continents. And I musn’t forget revenge–lots of revenge! I loved it! I think you will, too.

Full Circle<\/a> is available for 99 cents until February 1<\/strong>, when the price will increase (although not too much!) Really, with Jan’s attention to detail, her faithfulness to historical accuracy, and her amazing storytelling, her books are bargains at any price. If you’re a fan of Jan’s, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re new to her, do you ever have a treat in store!

Please enjoy this remarkable book!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

According to Dr. Arthur Sanders, a terrible miscarriage of justice has taken place. His entire fortune and that of his partner, Mr. Frank Owens, has disappeared along with Owen\u2019s secretary\/accountant and the secretary\u2019s assistant. Owens himself is visiting the Australian colony. Is he, like Sanders, a victim or the perpetrator? That is what Sanders wants Lloyd Harrington to find out and as swiftly as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Harrington is recovering from an injury received while on the job in the Metropolitan Police as well as guilt from a personal loss. He\u2019s bored from forced inactivity and the chance to use his skills to track down Owens interests him. Sanders agrees to pay all expenses, and so Harrington sets off for Australia. Before he leaves, a body is discovered\u2014the secretary. And the assistant holds a ticket on a ship bound for Australia. It seems the action is all set to take place Down Under.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miss Carey Stafford arrives at the home of Owens\u2019 host just as Harrington does and announces to the stunned Owens that he is bankrupt, along with his partner, Dr. Sanders. How does she know this, Harrington wonders. His tingly detective senses warn him that something very wrong is going on here, and he arrests the lovely Carey for theft and possible participant in the murder of Owen\u2019s secretary. He has no way of knowing then that she holds secrets upon secrets upon secrets. They will either provide the answers to everything or will drag Lloyd into a morass of trouble with his former comrades at the Met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Full Circle is a complex tale of mystery, intrigue, and revenge. How the tale and its principals actually come full circle will keep you on the edge of your seat!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Buy link:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amazon Kindle<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lloyd and Frank Owens followed William into the hall and were about to enter the room opposite when the dogs outside set up a chorus of barking. Hooves and coach wheels grew louder and halted outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cWho the devil is this?\u201d William fumed as a housemaid hurried to the entrance. A murmur of voices and as the maid stood aside, Lloyd stared in disbelief at the woman walking in. The same woman from the coach in the mud and the White Hart Inn but now her red hair was hanging in ringlets on both sides of her heavily made-up face, and she was wearing spectacles. He really was at the local playhouse or very soon he\u2019d wake up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cHow dare you walk in here uninvited,\u201d William said angrily and pointed at Lloyd. \u201cDo you know this woman?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            William swung back to her. \u201cThis man has just walked in without a by your leave and now you! What next, half the town?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            The woman\u2019s eyes widened with surprise seeing Lloyd, then ignoring William Parker, walked up to Frank Owens, standing in the doorway of the study.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI have news for you,\u201d she said softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cYou know this woman?\u201d William demanded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes never wavered from Owens. \u201cMr Owens, you and Doctor Sanders are now penniless.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Owens\u2019 mouth dropped open. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cThe financial portfolio you shared with Arthur Sanders is no more. The lease on your London home was terminated on 31st March. Your home in Berkshire was sold. Your bank account is empty. Arthur Sanders has lost everything but his clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            A pin dropping would be louder than a pistol shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            It took several seconds before Owens found his voice. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            When the woman didn\u2019t reply he began spluttering, \u201cWhat on earth are you talking about?\u201d His face was now a sickly white. \u201cYou know nothing of my business affairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            The woman shrugged eloquently. \u201cYou have no business affairs, you are ruined. Destroy and you will be destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Frank glanced at Lloyd and back to the woman. \u201cThis is ridiculous. I don\u2019t know what you are talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Soft footsteps and the attractive middle-aged woman walked across the hall. Her cold eyes glared at the woman. \u201cI am Amelia Parker and I demand you explain this outrageous intrusion.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cI don\u2019t have to explain anything to you,\u201d was the icy reply. Her attention returned to Frank. \u201cI almost forgot. Your letter of credit. It\u2019s obvious you haven\u2019t presented it to a bank otherwise you\u2019d know it is not worth the paper it\u2019s printed on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Lloyd snapped out of his trance. \u201cDon\u2019t take another step. How did you know about this and what is your connection with Mr Owens and Dr Sanders?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Ignoring him, she brushed past Williams and his wife and walked to the front entrance. Lloyd followed and put his hand on her shoulder. \u201cI said, not another step.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Her dark eyes flashed angrily. \u201cTake your hand off me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Lloyd\u2019s grip tightened on her shoulder. \u201cWho are you and where or from whom did you learn of this crime?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cNone of your business.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cIt is very much my business. I am investigating a crime committed in London and the police are investigating a death connected with that crime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Her eyebrows rose. \u201cYour business has nothing to do with me, so I suggest you solve your crime in London, not here.\u201d Pulling herself away from his hand she walked out onto the porch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Stunned he\u2019d let her pull away, Lloyd followed and grasped her arm. \u201cI haven\u2019t finished. While on leave from the Metropolitan Police I was retained by Arthur Sanders to find Frank Owens. Now, answer my questions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cA London policeman here in the middle of New South Wales? Surely you can do better than that. A duke from a small European principality would impress those country upstarts in there a lot more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Despite himself, Lloyd felt admiration for her standing up to him. His grasp on her arm tightened and he pulled her back into the drawing room. \u201cSlorrach, I\u2019d be obliged if you\u2019d bring me a length of rope.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Slorrach glanced at William who nodded. Lloyd waited until he left the room, then pushed the woman into a chair and spoke to the three dumbfounded people staring at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cLast March, Arthur Sanders asked me to find the person or persons responsible for embezzling money from his business partnership with Frank Owens.\u201d He told them what had transpired and about Henry Todd\u2019s death. \u201cThe police believe it was a vicious robbery. However, I am sure they have discovered more since I left England. That\u2019s not all. Mark Davis\u2019s reference was forged, and a snooping servant found his ship\u2019s passage to this colony.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Frank\u2019s eyes bulged. \u201cHenry is dead and Mark Davis here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Lloyd glanced at the young woman whose face was as white as Frank\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 William Parker\u2019s face was red with anger. \u201cWhat the devil is going on Frank?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Author Jan Selbourne:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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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\n\n\n

Author links:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Website: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/JanSelbourne\/index.html<\/a>
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Newsletter: https:\/\/landing.mailerlite.com\/webforms\/landing\/h8t2y6<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Some women are just stubborn, as Lloyd Harrington discovers when he drags Carey Stafford back to London. Maybe the feel of a noose around her pretty neck will dispel the sweetness of her revenge. As you can tell from these two comments, Jan Selbourne’s new book, Full Circle , is not all sweetness and light. … Continue reading “New release from Jan Selbourne!! Full Circle”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4,1377,1376,1],"tags":[1972,123,1969,27,28,479,13,773,1971,1970],"class_list":["post-3611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-topics","category-new","category-pre-order","category-uncategorized","tag-abused-wife","tag-australia","tag-full-circle","tag-historical-romance","tag-jan-selbourne","tag-murder","tag-mystery","tag-pre-order","tag-revenge","tag-scotland-yard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9wA33-Wf","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3611"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3619,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3611\/revisions\/3619"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}