The Last Heir to Blackwood Library by Hester Fox

I love Hester Fox’s writing, so I was excited to get this through Net Galley. It was very gothic and rather suspenseful. I enjoyed it a lot!

Here’s the scoop:


 “Weaves a spell of darkness that’s mysterious and magical, and binds it with a knot of deathless love.” New York Times bestselling author Susanna Kearsley on A Lullaby for Witches

In postWorld War I England, a young woman inherits a mysterious library and must untangle its powerful secrets

With the stroke of a pen, twenty-three-year-old Ivy Radcliffe becomes Lady Hayworth, owner of a sprawling estate on the Yorkshire moors. Ivy has never heard of Blackwood Abbey, or of the ancient bloodline from which she’s descended. With nothing to keep her in London since losing her brother in the Great War, she warily makes her way to her new home.

The abbey is foreboding, the servants reserved and suspicious. But there is a treasure waiting behind locked doors: a magnificent library. Despite cryptic warnings from the staff, Ivy feels irresistibly drawn to its dusty shelves, where familiar works mingle with strange, esoteric texts. And she senses something else in the library too, a presence that seems to have a will of its own.  

Rumors swirl in the village about the abbey’s previous owners, about ghosts and curses, and an enigmatic manuscript at the center of it all. And as events grow more sinister, it will be up to Ivy to uncover the library’s mysteries in order to reclaim her own story—before it vanishes forever.

Lush, atmospheric and transporting, The Last Heir to Blackwood Library is a skillful reflection on memory and female agency, and a love letter to books from a writer at the height of her power.



Author: Lee Tobin McClain

ISBN: 9781335427441

Publication Date: April 25, 2023

Publisher: HQN Books

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Author Bio: 

Lee Tobin McClain is the bestselling author of more than thirty emotional, small-town romances described by Publishers’ Weekly as enthralling, intense, and heartfelt. A dog lover and proud mom, she often includes kids and animals in her books. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking with her goofy goldendoodle, chatting online with her writer friends, and admiring her daughter’s mastery of the latest TikTok dances. Learn more at

Book Summary:

Don’t miss this brand-new romance in New York Times bestselling author Lee Tobin McClain’s Hometown Brothers miniseries!

Running a bookstore on a quaint Chesapeake island is exactly the life Deena Clark would have chosen for herself. But helping billionaire businessman Luis Dominguez figure out fatherhood is part of the package. Can bonding over books and one little girl help them open their hearts to each other?

I’m in the middle of reading this novel right now and the blog tour crept up on me!

I’m happy to share an excerpt of Chapter One:


“Have you ever considered slowing down?” The doctor’s words were as out of place as his
white coat in Luis Dominguez’s busy corporate office. Mergers and acquisitions were what they
did here, and at a fast pace. No one slowed down, ever. “What are you trying to tell me, Doc?”
Luis attempted to ignore the text messages that kept pinging into his phone. “I’m only
twenty-eight. I can’t have something wrong with me.” Dr. Henry fastened the blood pressure cuff
on his arm. “My understanding is that you got dizzy at a board meeting. And that you live on
coffee and nachos.” He tightened the cuff, studied the numbers and frowned. “It’s 130/90. That’s
concerning. Family history of heart or kidney disease?” “I don’t know.” Luis didn’t want to go into
his family medical history, or lack of one, in the middle of a regular work week in mid-April. “I’ll
try to take it easier. Eat better.” Even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t true, but he needed to get
on with his day. “I hope you will. Your board members are worried. Apparently, you’re
indispensable.” The man patted Luis’s shoulder. “I’ll see you next week. We’ll need to talk about
medication, unless I see significant improvement.”
“You’ll see it,” Luis promised. Ever the overachiever. He was a bit touched that his board of
directors was worried enough about his health to set up weekly inoffice checkups. He’d built a
life where no one had to worry about him, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone else. That
was how he wanted it, but every now and then, it was good to know someone cared. He went to
the door and gestured for his assistant, Gunther, to come in. “Everything ready for today’s
presentation?” “Slides are all cued up and people are arriving.” Adrenaline surged. “Good.” The
doctor clicked his medical bag closed. “How about getting a hobby? Starting a family? Being
married is good for your health, you know.” “Not gonna happen.” Luis had already made peace
with his single status, mostly. He was no good at forming and maintaining relationships. Didn’t
want the responsibility. Didn’t want to fail at the responsibility, the way his parents had. Plenty of
women were up for a no-strings fling with a millionaire. The trouble was, that lifestyle got old
fast. “Come on,” he said to Gunther, heading for the door. “Let’s start the party.” The offices of
Dominguez Enterprises buzzed with energy, people leaning over computers, the elevator
pinging, voices speaking rapidly into phones. This was Luis’s hobby. This was his family. He
was on track to reach his financial goals by age forty, but his lifestyle didn’t leave room for
coaching Little League or cutting the grass.
“Excuse me, Mr. Dominguez?” A gorgeous blonde woman came out of the reception area and
intercepted him. She was holding a toddler dressed in pink, a bow in her dark curls. Cute. Luis
liked babies. He reached out and tickled the little one’s chin, clicking his tongue, and the child
giggled. “Can I speak to you for a moment, sir?” the woman asked. He refocused on the blonde.
“Not now. Make an appointment with Mrs. Jackson, there at the desk.” He gestured toward her
then headed into the conference room, smiling at the sight of the suit-clad men and women
around the table. Men and women from whom he’d soon make a bundle of money. Fairly and
legally, of course. The small tech firm that was being acquired by the larger one would get a
boost of capital and be able to keep all its employees on payroll, and the bigger firm would
benefit from the diversification. Ideally they’d all leave as happy as he was. In fact, two hours
later they did leave happy. Everyone shaking hands, his own people congratulating him and him
thanking them for their hard work. Who’d have ever thought that a kid from his background
would end up making deals with some of the most important businesspeople in Washington,

DC? Then again, maybe his career was at least a little predictable. As a young teenager, he’d
borrowed a few bucks from a friend and bought a case of high-caffeine soda, then sold it at a
markup on test days. With the profit, he’d bought two more cases and expanded his business
from the middle school to the high school. Of course, he’d had to skip class to do that.
“He’s not the brightest kid, but he sure does have the Midas touch,” the teacher who’d caught
him had said to his foster mom. And Luis had done his best to make the most of whatever
talents and abilities he had. Now, as he walked out of the conference room, the woman who’d
approached him before came toward him, this time accompanied by Mrs. Jackson. The woman
looked a little disheveled, blowing the blond hair off her face as she shifted the now-sleeping
toddler in her arms. She was still pretty, though. Maybe even prettier with her face flushed and
her hair loose. “I’m sorry, Luis,” Mrs. Jackson said. “She wouldn’t leave.” “I really need to speak
with you.” The woman’s voice was low, but determined. There was a sexy rasp to it. He’d have
blown her off if it weren’t for those stunning slate-colored eyes that seemed to hold all kinds of
secrets. But it had been weeks since he’d had a date, and he was feeling celebratory. “Come on
back, I have a few minutes,” he said, gesturing toward the hallway that led to his office. He
usually avoided women with kids. He definitely avoided women with husbands, so he stepped to
the side and checked out her left hand as she passed him. No ring. She wore a dark skirt and
vest and a white shirt, and there was a slight swing to her walk. He reached the office just
behind her and held open the door. “Go ahead, have a seat by the window.” He kept his voice
low so as not to awaken the child. He nodded an it’s okay to Mrs. Jackson, who tended to be a
mother hen, and followed the woman inside. He knelt down by the minifridge. “Something to
drink? I have water, soda. Juice if the kiddo wakes up.” Outside, he could hear people calling
goodbyes to each other. He’d given everyone the rest of the day off. They worked late for him
plenty of times, so he liked to offer perks when the occasion merited it. “Water, please.” The
woman spoke quietly, too, but the child murmured in her arms and opened her eyes. “Juice as
well, if you don’t mind.” He stood, holding two bottles of water in one hand and a juice in the
other. He twisted the top off a water bottle and handed it to her, then did the same for the apple
juice. Sitting on the edge of his desk, he studied the woman. “So what can I do for you?” She
sipped water, cradling the child in one arm, and then looked at Luis with a level stare. “I’d like for
you to meet someone.” “Tell me more.” So she did have an agenda. Probably some project she
wanted him to finance. Bringing her kid was a rookie mistake, but because she looked so
serious and earnest, he’d let her down easy. She nodded down at the baby. “This is Willow,” she
said. “Hi, Willow.” Luis smiled at the little one, then sipped water. The woman’s skirt slid up
above her knees in the low chair. He lifted his eyes to her face. “What’s your name?” “I’m Deena
Clark,” she said. “But Willow is the important one.” The baby held a small rubber doll out to Luis.
He took it from her, hid it behind his back and then held it out again, jiggling it, making her laugh.
“Why is Willow the important one?” he asked. “Because,” the woman said, “she’s your
daughter.” There. She’d gotten it out. Deena blew her hair out of her eyes and made soothing
circles on Willow’s back, holding the apple juice for her to sip. She inhaled Willow’s
baby-powder scent and patted her chubby leg. She loved the two-year-old fiercely, and she
hadn’t wanted to give up even the modicum of control that would come with rich Mr. Dominguez
knowing he was the child’s father. But she was pretty sure Luis wouldn’t want much, if anything,
to do with the baby. He was too wealthy and entitled. His wealth would make it easy for him to
pay some child support, though. And that would allow Deena to stop working so much, to spend

more time at home and to get Willow the services she needed. Maybe this would go okay. Luis
Dominguez wasn’t quite what she’d expected. True, he’d made her wait for two hours, but then
again, she’d arrived unannounced. She’d heard him saying nice things to his workers, and he’d
gotten her and Willow something to drink. So maybe he wasn’t as uncaring as Willow’s mommy
had believed. He was hot, too. Deena didn’t do relationships, but if she did…well. Curly black
hair, light brown skin, an athletic body and a dimple in his cheek when he smiled… No wonder
Tammalee had gone for him. He took a sip of water, studying her. “I wouldn’t have invited you in
if I’d known you were one of those women.” “What women?” She bounced the baby doll in front
of Willow, who laughed and grabbed for it then held it to her chest in an adorable imitation of
motherhood. “Women looking to pin paternity on a wealthy man.” Luis crossed his arms over his
chest. She raised her eyebrows. “That happens?” “Pretty often.” He took another sip of water
and then put the bottle down with a thump. He looked oddly disappointed. “I’m not falling for it,
so why don’t you take your child and your scam elsewhere.” “This isn’t a scam. I’m serious.” “It’s
a new twist,” he said in a fake-thoughtful way, “approaching a man you never slept with.
Creative.” That made her cheeks heat. She didn’t sleep with anyone, not that he needed to
know that. “No,” she said, reaching for her phone. “You slept with my roommate.” She scrolled
through her pictures, found one of Tammalee and held it up for him to see. He squinted at it.
“Oh, yea-a-ah,” he said, his brows drawing together. “Sweet girl. But why are you coming here,
not her, to claim this is my child?” Deena glanced at Tammalee’s smiling photo, swallowed hard
and slid her phone back into her purse. “Tammalee is dead,” she said. His eyes widened.
“What? Really?” She nodded. “An accident.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” He stared at the carpet for
a minute and then met her eyes. “You realize I’m going to verify all this?” She blew out a sigh.
“Look up Tammalee Johnson, obituary.” He studied her a moment as if wondering if there were
even a chance her story was true. She must have looked honest, because he walked around his
massive desk, bent over the computer and typed and clicked. He found what he was looking for.
“She died two months ago?” He turned the computer so she could see. The large-size picture of
her friend, the one that had accompanied her obituary, made Deena choke up. And that made
her angry at herself, and by extension, at this guy. Neither reaction made sense, but then, grief
didn’t make sense. The baby stiffened in her arms, probably sensing her tension. Or maybe
she’d spotted the picture of her late mother. “Shh, it’s okay,” Deena whispered, rubbing her back
again. But this time, it didn’t help; Willow wailed. The high, keening cry was a sound Deena had
heard daily for the past two years, but it still grated on her. “Okay. Okay, honey. Want more
juice?” Willow slapped the bottle away, spilling juice all over Deena, and the guy’s fancy carpet.
“Sorry.” Although she shouldn’t apologize for what his own kid had done. She rocked Willow in
the vigorous way that sometimes calmed her down, trying to gauge whether this tantrum was
likely to be a long one. She looked at Luis from under the cover of her lashes. Tammalee had
been sure he wouldn’t understand Willow, saying he only cared about money. Still, if this
meltdown went on, he might require an explanation. But first things first. She needed to get him
to acknowledge paternity before going into Willow’s issues. Willow’s cries were softening, to
Deena’s experienced ear, but they were still grating. Luis looked uneasy, his forehead wrinkling.
“Can’t you do something?”
“She’s hungry and tired,” Deena said by way of explanation. “You could have found a better time
to talk to me about this, when you didn’t have to wait.” “You could have given me five minutes
before your big important meeting.” But she could see that the baby’s crying was impacting Luis,

and she didn’t want it to make him dislike Willow before even getting to know her. “We can
leave,” she offered, “but only when you agree to the next step.” “Fine. I’ll do a DNA test.” He
sighed. “There’s a doctor I can call.” “I have a test right here.” She fumbled in her purse and
pulled out the drugstore version. “You just have to rub the swab inside your mouth for fifteen
seconds.” It had cost a hundred dollars, which was a hardship, but for Willow, it was worth it. He
was already opening it. “How long does it take?” “Two days from receipt. You mail it in, so…next
week?” “I’ll take care of it.” He pulled out his phone. “Mrs. Jackson? Hey, before you leave,
could you get a courier up to my office ASAP?” He listened. “Yes, I’m still here. I know. Soon.”
He ended the call and looked at Deena. “I’ll have it sent to a better lab and try to get the results
faster.” He studied Willow, still crying, and shook his head. She could tell he was hoping he’d get
the good news that he wasn’t Willow’s father. Which, she supposed, was a possibility.
Tammalee had enjoyed life, and men, and hadn’t been particularly choosy about who she’d
spent time with—in or out of bed. But she’d insisted that Willow’s father was Luis, and Deena
believed her.
She swabbed the baby’s mouth, making her cry again. Handed Luis the swab, and stood. “She’s
a terrific kid and deserves the best,” she tossed over her
shoulder as she left.
Whether the best outcome would be having Luis as a father, or not having him, she didn’t know.

Excerpted from The Beach Reads Bookshop by Lee Tobin McClain. Copyright © 2023 by Lee
Tobin McClain. Published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

Dead in the Water by Mark Ellis

LONDON, England – In “Dead in the Water” (Jan. 17, 2023, Hachette) Detective Chief Inspector Frank Merlin is back in Mark Ellis’ vividly atmospheric WWII crime series. The newest addition to the series that NYT-bestselling author Andrew Roberts calls “masterly and compelling” does not disappoint as readers dive into DCI Frank Merlin’s next case.

In the summer of 1942, the Second World War rages on but Britain now faces the Nazi threat with America at its side. In a bombed-out London swarming with gangsters and spies, DCI Frank Merlin continues his battle against rampant wartime crime. A mangled body is found in the Thames just as some items of priceless art go mysteriously missing. What sinister connection links the two?

Merlin and his team follow a twisting trail of secrets as they investigate a baffling and deadly puzzle–and lovers of mystery, espionage and historical crime fiction will eagerly consume every new clue until the novel’s thrilling end.

I’m happy to be promoting this title today! This is my first Mark Ellis mystery but I love the combination of WWII, London, mystery, and suspense. It is well-plotted and well-written. I’m sure this title won’t be my last of his! Thank you for my Net Galley copy!

Here’s a bit about Mr. Ellis:

“Dead in the Water”
Mark Ellis | January 17, 2023 | Hachette | Historical Crime Fiction
Paperback | 978-1786159885 | $17.99
Ebook | B09NVP3PCF | $4.99

More about MARK ELLIS

Mark Ellis is a thriller writer from Swansea and a former barrister and entrepreneur. His books treat the reader to a vivid portrait of London during the war skilfully blended with gripping plots, political intrigue and a charismatic protagonist.

Mark grew up under the shadow of his parents’ experience of the Second World War. His father served in the wartime navy and died a young man. His mother told him stories of watching the heavy bombardment of Swansea from the safe vantage point of a hill in Llanelli, and of attending tea dances in wartime London under the bombs and doodlebugs. In consequence Mark has always been fascinated by WW2 and in particular the Home Front and the fact that while the nation was engaged in a heroic endeavor, crime flourished. Murder, robbery, theft and rape were rife and the Blitz provided scope for widespread looting.
This was an intriguing, harsh and cruel world. This is the world of DCI Frank Merlin. Learn more at

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Spotlight on THE LIONESS OF LEIDEN by Robert Loewen

Here’s the scoop:

Poignantly drawing on the fascinating first-hand account of his mother-in-law’s lived experiences in the Dutch resistance, Robert Loewen’s historical fiction debut introduces the world to three brave every day women who defied societal expectations and fought against the Nazi Gestapo in World War II. With The Lioness of Leiden Loewen shines a light on the female spies and resistance fighters of the Netherlands.

When the Germans invade the Netherlands, Leiden University student Hetty volunteers as a courier for the resistance along with her roommate, the beautiful Mimi, and a local 17-year-old girl, Maria, the daughter of a slain resistance fighter. At great personal risk, the three women carry documents, secret messages, and cash to protect Jews, downed pilots, and others hiding from the Nazis. Challenged by a gauntlet of spies and betrayal, they heroically fight back and take on increasingly dangerous assignments.

Complicated family dynamics, the tragedies and triumphs of war, and strong female friendships animate The Lioness of Leiden, bringing these true events evocatively to life. Fans of Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale and Kate Quinn’s The Alice Network will love this compelling story.


A thrilling tale, based on a true story, of one woman’s tremendous courage and incomparable wit in trying to rescue her husband from the Tower of London the night before he is to be executed.

The heroine of A Noble Cunning, Bethan Glentaggart, Countess of Clarencefield, a persecuted Catholic noblewoman, is determined to try every possible means of saving her husband’s life, with the help of a group of devoted women friends.

Amid the turbulence of the 1715 Rebellion against England’s first German king George I, Bethan faces down a mob attack on her home, travels alone from the Scottish Lowlands to London through one of the worst snowstorms in many years, and confronts a cruel king before his court to plead for mercy for her husband Gavin. As a last resort, Bethan and her friends must devise and put in motion a devilishly complex scheme featuring multiple disguises and even the judicious use of poison to try to free Gavin.

Though rich with historical gossip and pageantry, Bethan’s story also demonstrates the damage that politics and religious fanaticism can inflict on the lives of individuals.

This was a fascinating read to me as it’s a story that I had never heard before. As a lover of British history, and as a Catholic, this novel combined two areas of interest for me! I’ve visited the Tower of London several times and it was fascinating to think of anyone being able to free a loved one from there. This story also gave me more insight into those early years of the 1700’s and what it was like to be Catholic in Great Britain at that time.

Well-written and engaging, Bethan is a strong heroine you won’t soon forget.

About the Author

Native Texan Patricia Bernstein grew up in Dallas. After earning a Degree of Distinction in American Studies from Smith College, she founded her public relations agency in Houston. In 2018, her third book was named a Finalist for the Ramirez Family Award from the Texas Institute of Letters. The Austin American Statesman named the book to a list of 53 of the best books ever written about Texas. Patricia’s nonfiction was previously published by Simon & Schuster and Texas A&M University Press. Patricia lives in Houston with her husband, Alan Bernstein, where she pursues her other great artistic love, singing with Opera in the Heights and other organizations. She also basks in the glory of her three amazing daughters. A Noble Cunning is her debut novel. You can learn more about Patricia and her work at 

Thank you for my ARC!