Historical Day!

I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year and let you know I’ll be posting more about the  historical background of my novels this year.  I discover SO MUCH MORE than I can put into my stories–they’re not meant to be history books, but the enlivening of my interpretation of the historical record!

This first post of 2019 is about the J.M. Chapman, a schooner which was (likely) fitted out as a privateer for the Confederate Army traveling in Union waters during the American Civil War! I began the post for Caroline Warfield’s History blog, and embellished it for my own.

I’m often asked if my stories contain real history…

Well, yes. And yes. And yes some more. My sources are old newspapers of the day, old journals, diaries, historical records and… army dispatches. I especially loved them while I researched The Hills of Gold Unchanging, which includes as the major plot the attempted secession of the new state of California during the American Civil War.

Army dispatches, whether from the United States, the British Isles, or Canada (at this point in history, part of the British Empire), to name only a few, are ambrosia to the writer of historical fiction. Imagine my excitement when I found some British and Canadian Army dispatches which let me write the finale for the second book in The Long Trails series, The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

 

The Historical Excerpt

“They’re preparing to go, men. That’s my ship, and they’re leaving without me!” The man’s uniform and demeanor screamed captain, but his attire and person were disheveled and stained like the lowest ship’s boy.

“If that’s your ship, why’re you still on the dock?” a man Xavier knew asked him. The Californio hustled his way through the crowd toward him.

“I was having a bit of a celebration—we’ll be away from port for a while,” the erstwhile captain said, looking at his feet.

“And where might you be headin’?” Xavier’s friend continued to question him.

“Aaah…I’m not at liberty to say…sir.” The captain gulped and seemed to shrink.

Xavier’s friend nodded to three police officers positioned near the captain. The rumpled man threw glances around him in desperation, but seeing no help in the crowd, went quietly when the policemen led him away by the arms, up Clay Street.

“Xave, long time no see, what’s up?” The man was an old friend from his school days in San Francisco and current head of the revenue department.

“I might ask the same, but I’m in a hurry. I’ve been told my abducted wife might be on the J.M. Chapman. Do you know any way we can get out there. Was that the captain?”

“Sure was. That’s the schooner right out there.” He pointed to her. “Matter of fact, we’re on our way out there as soon as they head out.”

The grinding sound of an anchor being winched up carried to them from somewhere close at hand. Movement on the deck indicated it was the Chapman.

“They’re ready to go?” Xavier flicked his hair back with one hand and spun back toward his friend.

He nodded. “Now’s our chance. We’ve been watching that ship for weeks. Think it’s been outfitted as a Confederate commerce raider, as well as carrying troops and weaponry for the damned traitors.”

Dancing Wolf and Xavier looked at each other. Xavier froze and struggled to breathe.

The revenue officer glanced at the Indian beside Xavier and raised a brow as he looked him up and down.

“He’s with me,” Xavier growled under his breath.

“Oh, pardon me,” he said, and introduced himself to Dancing Wolf with an apologetic smile.

“He’s a friend of my wife’s,” Xavier looked up at the Indian, “and hopefully, mine.”

The corner of Dancing Wolf mouth lifted for a fraction of a second, then the warrior was back.

“Would you be looking for any volunteers, sir?” Dancing Wolf said, his jaw set.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He grinned at Xavier. “Just like old times, eh? We’re boarding in a few minutes—compliments of the warship Cyane.””

Xavier returned the smile briefly, then gritted his teeth. “What’s our—”

He jerked his head up as the rattling of a released anchor chain sounded across the bay from the direction of the schooner. “—strength?”

“We’ll have plenty of men on board the sloop-of-war, and the captain’s holding two small boats of heavily armed men at the ready. I’ve the tug Anasha chartered and ready. Captain Lees of the Police Department and Port Surveyor Dr. McLean await me on the tug already, but if you’d like to come along, you’re both more than welcome, especially as you have a vested interest.” He reached out a hand to shake Dancing Wolf’s, then Xavier’s hands. “Good to see you again, buddy.”

“They’ve dropped the anchor again?”

“Something odd’s been going on. A small sailboat came from the south earlier, and some people came aboard, but the ship sailed back south. We’ve sent someone to intercept them when they’re out of sight of the Chapman. Less than an hour later, there was a splash in the water near the stern, and a dark shadow moved around the rudder. Soon after, it looked like the anchor chain was moving, but no one was on deck around it, and then all hell broke loose, albeit quietly, on the deck. Looks like they beat someone up after that. I’d sure like to know what that was about. Then you arrived.”

“Then they winched up the anchor and now they’ve dropped it again?”

“Appears so. Not sure what they’re doing.” The revenue officer frowned. The ship faced them bow-on now, with the turning of the tide. “We’ll have to wait until they move. Want this to be clean and tidy. No mistakes. You boys armed?”

A nod from both Xavier and Dancing Wolf seemed to satisfy him. “We want the traitors, you get your woman.”

“And my daughter.”

His eyes goggled. “You have a daughter? How old is she?”

“One month. I figure Aleks would have fought her way out already, otherwise.”

“Guess we won’t be blowing any holes in the side of the schooner, then,” he said as he led them toward the huge warship before them. “I’ll go see Captain Shirley and ensure no cannons are fired.” He headed off at a trot.

Dancing Wolf took one look at Xavier and wrapped an arm over his shoulders, gripping the far one tightly as they neared the gangplank. “She’ll be OK. She always is. She just needs a little help to get out of this one, with the little one.”

“I only hope we’re in time. This has the stink of O’Rourke all over it, and I trust him about as far as I can kick him.”

 

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No one will stand in their way—and live.

As the Civil War rages, secessionists menace California.

Aleksandra and Xavier are trying to get back home—through the oncoming Civil War, the mining camps of 1860’s Nevada and California, the Great Flood of Sacramento—to Xavier’s Californio Rancho de las Pulgas.

Embroiled in the Confederates’ fight to drag the new state from the Union and make it their own, can Aleks and Xavier survive?

The secessionists mean business.

 

The Historical Dispatches!

And here are the historical dispatches I found with respect to the above! They’re from The American Civil War through British eyes: February 1863 to December 1865, by James J. Barnes and Patience P. Barnes.

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Image from http://smcgs.blogspot.com/2017/01/nara-criminal-case-files-3.html article by Martha Wallace of San Mateo Co Genealogical society

Dispatch 319.  Lyons to Russell, 17 April 1863

I have the honour to enclose a copy of a dispatch from Her Majesty’s consul at San Francisco’s reporting the seizure at that place of the American steamer J.M.Chapman, suspected of having been fitted out for Confederate privateer.

William Ln., Booker to Lyons, 18 March 1863, enclosed in the above.

I have the honour to inform Your Lordship that the American schooner JM Chapman was seized early in the morning of the 15th instant by the Federal authorities just as she was on the point of sailing for Mazatlan, under suspicion of her being fitted out for a Confederate privateer.

On examination of her hold, 15 or 16 men were found concealed in it, and from what information has been given to the public, there is good reason to believe that the schooner was intended for that purpose

The steamship Oregon was to have sailed this morning for Mazatlan, but the Collector has detained her up to the present hour (3 p.m.), from the naval officers of the port I gather this afternoon that the authorities believe that they have pretty conclusive proof of the intentions of those on board the schooner to have attempted to capture the steamer on her present voyage, and the capture of the steam ships carrying treasure to Panama would have been an easy matter.

There are many rumors as to what was found in the JM Chapman, but it is positively stated that there were on board to brass 12 foot boat howitzers, and carriages complete; 20 rifles, 200 loaded shells, powder, and other and ammunitions of war, besides amongst the papers, oaths of secrecy and fellowship in connection with the Confederate States.

The persons found on board and who are now prisoners in Fort Alcatraz, state the arms were intended for Mexico.

I will write again when further developments have been made.

Dispatch 320. Lyons to Russell,  17 April 1863

With reference to my dispatch no. 287 of the 7th instant, I have the honour to enclose copies of correspondence which I’ve had with Mr. Seward, as well as of a telegram which have dispatched to Her Majesty’s Consul at San Francisco, and of the dispatch which I have addressed to the Governor of Vancouver’s Island, relative to a rumor that attempts are being made to fit up privateers for the Confederates at that island.

Mr. Seward observed to me the day before yesterday that the ships which were believed to be fitting out for the Confederates in Great Britain were not the only cause of the alarm and irritation which prevailed in this country. It was apprehended he said that unless energetic measures were taken by Her Majesty’s Government, similar vessels would be fitted out in British colonies in the neighbourhood of the United States. This would, he said, bring about the total ruin of the American mercantile navy, and any risks must be run in order to avert the evil.

I remarked to Mr. Seward that I was not aware of anything which had already happened which warranted the apprehensions which appeared to be entertained.

Dispatch 324. Lyons to Russell, 17 April 1863

I have the honour to enclose copies of a telegram in a dispatch which I addressed on the 14th instant to the Governor General of Canada respecting our relations with the United States Government. Both the telegram and the dispatch were sent in cipher.

Telegram from Lord Lyons to Viscount Monckton, 14 April 1863, enclosed in the above.

“Very confidential. The relations between the British and American Governments are not quite satisfactory. The Confederate privateers are the cause. I do not apprehend an immediate crisis, but I think it may be desirable that you should know the facts at once. I write by post.”

Lance to Monk, 14 April 1863, enclosed in the above.

The exasperation produced in this country by the proceedings of the two Confederate cruisers, by the belief that other ships are fitting out for the Confederates in England, and by the success of the Confederate loan, has become intense. With reference to my telegram of today, I have the honour to inform you confidentially that the remonstrance from this Government goes to England by the Boston packet of tomorrow. Mr. Seward says that this is a last effort to settle the question, but assures me that no strong measures will be resorted to at present. Making full allowance for the evident attempt to frighten us, I still think there is some real cause for uneasiness. At any rate, it is well to let you know at once that the weather is threatening, although the storm may not improbably blow over. Pray acknowledge the receipt of this letter by telegraph.

Dispatch 426. Lyons to Russell, 15 May 1863

With reference to my dispatches number 287 of the 7th ultimo, and number 320 of the 17th ultimo, I have the honour to enclose a copy of a dispatch which I received yesterday from Mr Consul Booker, in answer to the telegram dated the 16th ultimo, by which I directed him to communicate with the Governor of Vancouver’s Island, on the subject of the reports that attempts were being made at Victoria to fit out privateers for the Confederates I have also the honour to enclose a copy of the note, with which I have transmitted to Mr. Seward an extract from Mr. Booker’s dispatch, omitting the last two paragraphs.

Lane Booker to Lord Lyons, 17 April 1863, enclosed in the above.

I had the honour to receive at 6 o’clock last evening Your Lordship’s telegram, and at once replied to by telegraph.

I have today written to Governor Douglas in accordance with your instructions, and the reply will be received here about the end of April, should the steamer wait long enough at Esquinalto to enable His Excellency to acknowledge receipt by return mail

I feel confident there is no foundation for the reports made the United States Government that attempts are being made to fit out the Confederate privateer in Vancouver’s Island. I see so many people from there and I am in such constant correspondence with the officials and private residence of that island, that I should have been almost sure to hear if anything of that kind had been going on. I believe the idea to have originated in sundry articles in one of the Victoria papers about two months ago, wherein it was stated that a Confederate Commodore was in Victoria, and that proposals have been made to purchase the screw steamship Thames for a privateer.

The supposed Commodore was Captain Manley, who was sent to Victoria by a firm in this city engaged in the Mexican trade, to ascertain if the Thames was a suitable vessel to run between this port and Mexico, and if so, to endeavor to purchase her.

The capture of the American steamer JM Chapman about which I wrote Your Lordship has made the authorities very vigilant and also mistrustful

Nothing more is known by the public of the intentions of those on board the schooner; all sorts of rumors are abroad about secessionist plots, but I cannot certain if they have any foundation.

Dispatch 452. Lyons to Russell, 25 May 1863

With reference to my dispatches number 426 of the 15th instant and number 320 of the 17th ultimo, and number 287 of the 7th ultimo, I have the honour to transmit Your Lordship a copy of a telegram from the Governor of Vancouver’s Island on the subject of the rumors that attempts were being made to fit out privateers in that colony for the Confederates.

I have also the honour to transmit Your Lordship a copy of a note communicating the governors telegram to Mr. Seward and a copy of Mr. Seward’s answer.

James Douglas to Lord Lyons, 14 May 1863, and close in the above

“Your communication of 2nd of April with enclosures has just arrived, and I beg Your Lordship to assure the President of the United States that every vigilance will be used by this government to discover and frustrate all attempts by the enemies of the United States fit up privateers in the ports of Vancouver’s Island and British Columbia.”

And so, it goes. There are many more dispatches where these came from…

More dispatches and history than I can hope to write… but as those of you who know me know…

I’ll give it a go!

Until next time, Happy New Year!

xx

Lizzi

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#SixSentenceSunday: OAVS #7: Lena Takes a Foal Ch 5

Lena Takes a Foal, Book Seven of the Once Upon a Vet School series of Contemporary Veterinary Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne, is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

I ran for the ladies’ room and slumped to the floor by the toilet, again. Half an hour later, I skulked back, hoping it was all over.

I couldn’t forget the look on Kit’s face. He glanced around when I opened the door, then turned back to finish writing his records. I was halfway finished with the cleanup before he seemed to notice I was there.

“What are you still doing here?”

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About Lena Takes a FoalLena Takes a Foal

She needs help… he needs to stay away…

Lena Scott has a problem—one that might prevent her from graduating from veterinary school.

After a messy divorce, Kit Allen returns to his first loves—horses and his old veterinary school alma mater. He excels at imparting his knowledge to students and is determined to earn a tenure track position. Becoming involved with anything but a pager—ever—isn’t in the cards. Especially a talented and beautiful student in need of his assistance.

When Lena’s horse rears over backwards and lands on her, it has to be the dashing resident, Kit, who finds her. Luckily for her, she’s sworn off relationships after her last romantic disaster. She has more important things to worry about than sea-green eyes and rugged good looks.

Besides, if there’s one thing a veterinary school faculty frowns upon, it’s a relationship between a resident and a student…

like oil and water, they just don’t mix.

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xx

Lizzi Tremayne

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#SixSentenceSunday: OAVS #6: Fifty Miles at a Breath Ch 3

Fifty Miles at a Breath, Book Six of the Once Upon a Vet School series of Contemporary Veterinary Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne, is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

Blake leapt off the wall, even as the stranger lunged toward Lena and put her into a chokehold, his fingers reaching for her wildly rolling eyes.

“It’s OKAY,” Blake yelled at the top of his lungs, jumped down to a patch of sand beside the pair and grabbed for the man’s scrabbling free hand. He captured it and held on for grim death, spun the pair around, and twisted the man’s arm behind his back.

“No!” The man’s voice came out as a sort of a strained croak.

“Let go of the girl, you’re both safe,” said Blake in the calmest, most level voice he could muster.

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About Fifty Miles at a Breath

Horses bring them together. Their future looks rosy—it’s the present they can’t handle.

When equine veterinary student Lena and veteran pilot Blake fall in love, school and the past intrude. Add in a long-distance relationship, and things get just plain hard.

A grueling endurance race forces them to draw on their strengths and face their fears—together.

 

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Lizzi Tremayne

Happy Holidays and New Release! OAVS #10!

I would like to wish you and yours a happy and safe holiday season!

Thank you for being such a wonderful reader. I appreciate your support!

I was going to leave this as a VIP List Release Special, but it’s TOO close to Christmas to not tell all of you as well!

 

We have a great holiday planned and I hope you do too.  Including plenty of writing!

But about the new story!  It’s the next installment in the Once Upon a Vet School series, and the first I’ve written about New Zealand!

The ebook of the newly released Once Upon a Vet School #10: Greener Pastures Calling is available for preorder right now at a VIP Holiday Special price of just 99c until Christmas! The preorder will be released 24 December.

Here’s the link

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Enjoy! The price will go up after the release.

The Story:

OAVS 10: Greener Pastures Calling

A new country, a great job, and a “good Kiwi bloke”.
Life couldn’t be better.
Until it gets worse.

Lena loves her new adopted country of New Zealand, its horses and dairy stock, her veterinary workmates and her boss… but her luck with men is, shall we say, funny to watch… from the outside. She’d love a “good Kiwi bloke”, but they’re proving as elusive as their nocturnal namesake.

Nigel’s staying away from females, unless they’re cows, horses, or his mother. After his first marriage went off the rails, or the road, anyway, he just plain won’t be responsible for anyone else’s life… but Lena’s a bit of a different kettle of fish… or is she?

Sparks fly when they meet for the first time—the first official time, anyway. Not the time they conversed over the dirty instruments after she’d just survived an afternoon of malodorous veterinary treatments. They seem to be made for each other… but then Nigel remembers where he first saw her. And the questions start. Can they get past their past to see to the future they both want so badly?

Travel Greener Pastures

It’s Lizzi’s first OAVS set in New Zealand!

Get it here!

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Follow Your Star Home

Lizzi’s story Somewhere Like Home is part of the Bluestocking Belles’ Holiday Anthology Follow Your Star Home. Eight novellas by our Bluestocking Belles!

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Christmas Wishes on Main Street

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Get it now just in time for Christmas!

SO have a safe and lovely holiday season! 

Happy Holidays and hope to hear from you soon!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

 

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#SixSentenceSunday: Sea of Green Unfolding Ch 3

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three in The Long Trails series of Historical Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

The biggest difference between their two weddings was that in this second one, Aleksandra was led up the aisle by an aging relative of Xavier’s. Otherwise, this ceremony, too, went by in a blur.

Her Xavier waited at the altar beside Jose. His glowing eyes drew her, heart in her throat and hands cold as ice, as she floated across the miles of people thronging the chapel. Her taffeta and silk whispered with every step, amidst murmurs of appreciation, as she slipped past row after row of strangers.

A tiny cough caught her attention as she passed the first pew.

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Book 3 of The Long Trails Series

Sea of Green

About A Sea of Green Unfolding:

When you’ve lost everything, the only way to go is up…

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their Californio Rancho de las Pulgas and newspaperman Gustavus von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in New Zealand—where everyone lives together in peace.

Unfortunately, change is in the wind.

When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun—and von Tempsky is leading the colonial troops into the bush.

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See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

 

P.S. The featured image is Maketu Pa, from where Tangawai and his cousin were watching…

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Holiday Greetings from the Bluestocking Belles… Come See!

Holiday greetings to you on behalf of the Bluestocking Belles and welcome to our Follow Your Star Home blog hop, in celebration of our new holiday anthology:

Follow Your Star Home!

We hope you have a wonderful and safe holiday season full of love!

Holiday Contest!

Read on for my novella about the travels of the magic ring through the Scottish Highlands and comment for an entry in our holiday prize! Next, go to our blog hop page for links to the other Belles’ stories and for more information about the prize and the special price on all three holiday boxed sets for this week and next.

 The hop will run for the next fortnight (two weeks!), so keep checking back to see if a new story has been posted.

My gift to you today is a short piece interlinking two of the stories in the Bluestocking Belles’ holiday offering, Follow Your Star Home. My offering follows the travels of the ring between my new novella: A Place Like Home and Amy Quinton’s story: The Umbrella Chronicles: James & Annie’s Story.

Speaking of love, if you haven’t yet read the Bluestocking Belles’ Follow Your Star Home, you’re in for a real treat!

At the end of Amy’s story, Annie sends the ring to her special friend Rebecca—but things go awry… will Rebecca get her ring?

 Here’s what happened next!

Port Gordon, February 1815

 

At the jingle of the bells hung upon the door, the pawnbroker glanced up from the glittering rings on the velvet pad before him and sighed.

Another one. Probably bringing more useless paste jewelry.

The stooped old crone, her cane gripped tightly with one hand, limped into the pawnshop.

“Good morning,” he called out.

She turned and blinked in his direction a few times, then moved slowly toward him. “Aye, good morn, young man.”

“How may I help you?”

She swallowed hard. Slowly, as if it cost her to do so, she opened her hand to reveal a golden ring. Its brilliance exceeded even the shine of the other rings before him, yet it contained no stone.

“What is this?”

She bit her lip and hesitated before speaking. “It were a ring sent to my granddaughter, dead this past week. I’d have left it with ’er, but she’s buried already. It minds me too much of her sweet face. So, there it is.” She finished with finality and leaned heavily on his front bench, her alabaster face frozen into a statue as she waited.

He reached out for the ring, but she gripped it tightly once more and raised it to her lips, then handed it to him with a shaking hand.

The broker straightened and swallowed hard.

“Rebecca’s friend what sent it, Annie, said it were a magical ring, very old, and something about a frig. To bring people together, but it’s brought me nothing but grief. It was too late to help my Rebecca find love, too late to even save her, for all its magic,” she whispered, crossing herself.

The old woman’s clothes were much mended with a careful hand and the aroma of lavender came to him along with the golden band. His own lavender-scented mother was near this woman’s age and he hesitated, his hand hovering over the small coins he usually paid for such a trinket. She wasn’t his regular slimy fence or pickpocket looking to make a quick buck.

The broker took a deep breath and was reaching toward the larger coins when her voice cut in.

“I wish to sell it, not pawn it.” Her voice cracked on a sob and her fingers tightened on the edge of the counter between them, veined hands showing stark white. “I can’t bear to look at it. First her mother and father, and now her… please take it. Just take it away.”

He clamped his jaw shut and resolutely reached for a golden guinea. The ring was a pretty thing, certainly not worth the amount, but… this must be his good deed for the day.

Her mouth dropped open when he handed the coin to her. She never even looked at it, only hefted its weight.

“Is this some mistake? Ye’ll give me a pound?”

“It’s clearly a special ring,” he said, from a mouth suddenly gone dry.

“Oh, that it is, or so Annie said.” She chewed her lip and turned away, her gaze locked somewhere outside the leaded pane of the shop front. “Special it may be, but the sight of it gives me naught but grief. Surely someone else has more need of it than I.” She took a deep breath and straightened as her lips tightened.

He looked closer at the ring as she continued to stare off into the distance. It was a pretty thing, gold, engraved with a multi-pointed, bold star. He blinked and held it up to the light. It was old. Truly old. Forged by a master. He’d ask around about this ring. Maybe someone else would know of it… or its history. Probably just the raving of an old, half-blind, woman.

“Bless you, young man,” she murmured. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she tapped her heavy way to the door, then with a tinkle of silver bells, was gone.

He stared out the window at the three suspended golden globes hanging beside the portal, the gold leaf coating their surface beginning to flake and peel. What was he doing? This was no way to make a living.

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The door bells rang again and he lowered his eyes to the entryway, thinking the old woman had reconsidered and returned for her ring, but it was a young woman, her face blotchy-red with crying.

“How may I—”

“—I’m looking for—” She stopped, then started again. “Please, I need a ring for my beau, Seth. He’s off fighting Boney and I… I want him to have something from me.” Her voice faded off toward the end.

“Now, that’s admirable, young lady.” He searched his brain for the right trinket as he took in the threadbare dress beneath her servant’s pinafore. The ring from the old woman, still in his hand, seemed to pulse, and when he opened his fist, it appeared to be… glowing? He blinked and narrowed his gaze at the band, but it still shone like no earthly ring should have done.

As did the girl’s eyes when they fell upon the circle of gold.

“Ohhhh… that ring is beautiful, but I’m sure it’s too sm—” She stood still, staring, as the ring seemed to grow in size. “Oh, I thought it was a woman’s ring, but it looks like a man’s now.” She shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment, then looked again.

He’d thought it was a woman’s ring, too… but now, how odd. It was a man’s size. Clearly. He shook his own head in wonder. The golden trinket continued to throb in his hand and he found himself holding it out to her. “Do you have sixpence, my dear? I paid far more for this, but it seems… very strange.”

Her eyes would have lit a whole room.

“Sir, are you sure? That’s all the money I had to spend. I was hoping for a pin or something small, but… if I can purchase this ring at that price, I will surely take it. Seth will love it. Thank you so, so much.” She pulled the coin from her purse and traded it to the pawnbroker for the ring. Her face brightened, tears fading as she pulled her pocket from beneath her skirt and slid the ring inside with reverence, tightly laced the top, and slipped the pouch back into place.

With a wave, she spun and bolted out the door.

The pawnbroker chuckled as he scrunched up his face. He’d done two bad deals today already… and he’d only been open for an hour.

Why did he feel so good?

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About Follow Your Star Home

Divided sweethearts seek love and forgiveness in this collection of seasonal novellas.

 Forged for lovers, the Viking star ring is said to bring lovers together, no matter how far, no matter how hard.

In eight stories covering more than a thousand years, our heroes and heroines put this legend to the test. Watch the star work its magic as prodigals return home in the season of goodwill, uncertain of their welcome.

About Somewhere Like Home

 

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Lizzi Tremayne

 

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#SixSentenceSunday: The Hills of Gold Unchanging Ch 3

Book Two in The Long Trails series of Historical Fiction by Lizzi Tremayne, equine vet turned author is her #SixSentenceSunday: The Hills of Gold Unchanging.

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Aleksandra went to meet Xavier, riding on his gray stallion. She gave Charro a pat, then reached up for the packages Xavier held before him, her eyes on his stony visage. “Good trip?”

He made no answer, and she glanced back over her shoulder at her childhood friend, then back to Xavier.

“Dancing Wolf has come to make sure, once again, that I’m OK,” she said, at his continued silence, as tears cooled on her cheeks.

Xavier shook his head, inhaled deeply through his nostrils and stared at Aleksandra’s face.

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Book 1 of The Long Trails series

Book Two in The Long Trail Series:  The Hills of Gold Unchanging

No one will stand in their way—and live.

As the Civil War rages, secessionists menace California. Aleksandra and Xavier are trying to get back home—through the oncoming Civil War, the mining camps of 1860’s Nevada and California, and the Sacramento floods—to Xavier’s Californio Rancho de las Pulgas. Embroiled in the Confederate’s fight to drag the new state from the Union and make it their own, can Aleks and Xavier survive? The secessionists mean business.

Find it here

See the rest of the series here

Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

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#SixSentenceSunday: A Long Trail Rolling Ch 3

Book One of The Long Trails series is horsey historical fiction by an equine vet-author Lizzi Tremayne is my #SixSentenceSunday offering, A Long Trail Rolling.  

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‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN, he’s gone? Gone where?’ Aleksandra glanced around the trading post, then stared blankly at Scotty.

‘Wouldn’t ya just know it,’ Scotty shook his head, his brow furrowed and lips pursed, ‘our Xavier turns out to be a son o’ one of them fancy Spanish Dons from a big rancho out in California.’

‘He told you that?’ Aleksandra raised one eyebrow at him.

‘Nah, ‘e was telling one of them guys from the Ove’land Stage Company, that Bolivar Robert’s from Carson thatMr. Egan brought by, looking fer station keepers.

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Book 1 of The Long Trails series

Book One in the series:

She didn’t expect to become a target…but she is one now.

Aleksandra is alone and running to prevent her father’s killer from discovering their family secret. Disguised as a Pony Express rider in 1860’s Utah, Aleksandra winds up in even deeper trouble when she rides full speed into the Paiute Indian War. With Xavier, her compelling Californio boss, can she escape the Indians on the warpath and evade the man who’s already killed her father—and set his sights on her?

Find it here

See the rest of the series here

Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

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#SixSentenceSunday: OAVS #7: Lena Takes a Foal Ch 4

Lena Takes a Foal, Book Seven of the Once Upon a Vet School series of Contemporary Veterinary Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne, is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

“You point your toes together, like this, and rest her hoof on your knees,” Kit said, using one hand, while he tucked the mare’s looped leadrope into his back pocket with the other.

The shaggy chestnut, covered in mud, nuzzled his rear and stood like a rock.

I’d never seen feet in this condition: long, broken up, and stinky. Kit’s shoeing apron, its leather cut and scarred by years of knives, nails, and fire, was strapped around his waist.

Reaching into one of its narrow pockets, he withdrew a knife, the wicked edge curved, with a tiny arc in the end.

“Have you sharpened that thing lately?” I said.

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About Lena Takes a FoalLena Takes a Foal

She needs help… he needs to stay away…

Lena Scott has a problem—one that might prevent her from graduating from veterinary school.

After a messy divorce, Kit Allen returns to his first loves—horses and his old veterinary school alma mater. He excels at imparting his knowledge to students and is determined to earn a tenure track position. Becoming involved with anything but a pager—ever—isn’t in the cards. Especially a talented and beautiful student in need of his assistance.

When Lena’s horse rears over backwards and lands on her, it has to be the dashing resident, Kit, who finds her. Luckily for her, she’s sworn off relationships after her last romantic disaster. She has more important things to worry about than sea-green eyes and rugged good looks.

Besides, if there’s one thing a veterinary school faculty frowns upon, it’s a relationship between a resident and a student…

like oil and water, they just don’t mix.

Find Lena Takes a Foal here

See the rest of the series here

Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

Lizzi Tremayne Interview

Interview by Sarah Williams!

Hello all!

Sara Williams of Write with Love gave me an interview me last month and it’s finally up on YouTube!

Come on by and have a look!

xx

Lizzi

Lizzi Tremayne Interview

Sarah posts weekly podcasts on her Writing with Love website!

You’ll find my books here!

 

See you soon!

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Lizzi

 

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#SixSentenceSunday: OAVS #6: Fifty Miles at a Breath Ch 2

Fifty Miles at a Breath, Book Six of the Once Upon a Vet School series of Contemporary Veterinary Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne, is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

The clip-clop of hooves on stones let me know Blake and Prince were finally here.

I shaded my eyes against the sun, looked up the hill, and blinked. Did the man have to look like that in a pair of swim trunks? Really?

You found the place, I see.” Blake’s honeyed voice slid over me as I lay back down in the sun, trying to ignore the bronzed god coming down the hill toward me.

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About Fifty Miles at a Breath

Horses bring them together. Their future looks rosy—it’s the present they can’t handle.

When equine veterinary student Lena and veteran pilot Blake fall in love, school and the past intrude. Add in a long-distance relationship, and things get just plain hard.

A grueling endurance race forces them to draw on their strengths and face their fears—together.

 

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xx

Lizzi Tremayne

#SixSentenceSunday: Sea of Green Unfolding Ch 2

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three in The Long Trails series of Historical Fiction by equine vet turned author Lizzi Tremayne is my #SixSentenceSunday for the week.

“It just won’t work,” Aleksandra said to Molly, her voice filled with frustration.

Xavier could only shake his head and cover his mouth so she didn’t hear him laugh, as he leaned back against the wooden wall of the barn.

His bride-to-be lay sprawled in the dirt, brushing volumes of netting and shimmering silk away from her face, trying to shove them down toward her feet. She heaved a sigh and sat up, biting her lip, her forehead furrowed.

Molly gripped the end of Rogan’s reins with both hands. “I don’t think he likes the crinoline,” she threw over her shoulder, never taking her eyes from the bucking and snorting bay.

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Book 3 of The Long Trails Series

Sea of Green

About A Sea of Green Unfolding:

When you’ve lost everything, the only way to go is up…

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their Californio Rancho de las Pulgas and newspaperman Gustavus von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in New Zealand—where everyone lives together in peace.

Unfortunately, change is in the wind.

When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun—and von Tempsky is leading the colonial troops into the bush.

Find A Sea of Green Unfolding here

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Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

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xx

Lizzi Tremayne

 

P.S. The featured image is Maketu Pa, from where Tangawai and his cousin were watching…

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Christmas Wishes on Main st

Release of TWO Books in One Day!

Release #1: Follow Your Star Home with the Bluestocking Belles!

Find more about it on my website here:

 

 

Here’s the cover!

FYSH Cover

Release #2 is Christmas Wishes on Main Street!

 

We don’t have a trailer for this one yet, but we DO have a Santa!

and this is on my website here:

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Check them out and share the love!

I love these stories!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

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#SixSentenceSunday: The Hills of Gold Unchanging Ch 2

Book Two in The Long Trails series of Historical Fiction by Lizzi Tremayne, equine vet turned author is her #SixSentenceSunday: The Hills of Gold Unchanging.  From Chapter Two.

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The Indian’s Mustang returned Rogan’s call.

“Dancing Wolf!” Aleksandra said, and bolted back to return the rifle to its rack and shot out the door with a laugh. She reached the pair as the Indian slid from the horse.

He pulled the thong serving as a bridle from the pinto’s mouth, and the horse trotted away to trade scratches with Rogan over the gate.

The scowl on her childhood friend’s face stopped her for a moment. She peered at him from the corners of her eyes.

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Book Two
Book 1 of The Long Trails series

Book Two in The Long Trail Series:  The Hills of Gold Unchanging

No one will stand in their way—and live.

As the Civil War rages, secessionists menace California. Aleksandra and Xavier are trying to get back home—through the oncoming Civil War, the mining camps of 1860’s Nevada and California, and the Sacramento floods—to Xavier’s Californio Rancho de las Pulgas. Embroiled in the Confederate’s fight to drag the new state from the Union and make it their own, can Aleks and Xavier survive? The secessionists mean business.

Find it here

See the rest of the series here

Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

#SixSentenceSunday

 

#SixSentenceSunday

#SixSentenceSunday: A Long Trail Rolling Ch 2

Book One of The Long Trails series is horsey historical fiction by an equine vet-author Lizzi Tremayne is my #SixSentenceSunday offering, A Long Trail Rolling.  

book two

 

‘SGUIR! Aleksandra, stop!’ Aleksandra heard Scotty bark, and then continue in a low, steady voice. ‘Wouldn’t move, ‘f I was you, Xavier. Her da’s Cossack-trained and it ‘pears she is too.’ Scotty chuckled beneath his breath.

Xavier eased his hold on her, but didn’t let go, despite the blade at his neck.

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Want to know what happens next? Find it here

 

#SixSentenceSunday
Book 1 of The Long Trails series

Book One in the series:

She didn’t expect to become a target…but she is one now.

Aleksandra is alone and running to prevent her father’s killer from discovering their family secret. Disguised as a Pony Express rider in 1860’s Utah, Aleksandra winds up in even deeper trouble when she rides full speed into the Paiute Indian War. With Xavier, her compelling Californio boss, can she escape the Indians on the warpath and evade the man who’s already killed her father—and set his sights on her?

Find it here

See the rest of the series here

Thanks for coming by #SixSentenceSunday! Stay awhile and take a look around the site!

See you next week!

xx

Lizzi Tremayne

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