Monday, 6 July 2026

Mrs R. Pacheco by Rose Ann Woolpert



Publication Date: May 26th, 2026
Publisher: Historium Press
Pages: 252
Genre: Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction

It is 1859, and the glittering promise of the California Gold Rush has faded into dust, leaving behind a land suspended between ambition and uncertainty.

Into this shifting world steps Mary Catherine "Molly" McIntyre, a young woman newly unmoored by loss, carrying both the weight of family duty and the quiet, persistent call of her own dreams.

Based on the remarkable life of Mary McIntyre Pacheco, Mrs. R. Pacheco unfolds as an intimate portrait of a woman caught between cultures, expectations, and the fragile hope of self-determination. When Molly marries Romualdo Pacheco, a Californio statesman destined to become California's first Hispanic governor, her life is swept into a world both foreign and exhilarating, where love must contend with tradition, and identity is shaped by forces beyond her control.

As Molly navigates the complexities of marriage, society, and a rapidly changing California, she discovers within herself a fierce creative spirit that refuses to be silenced. Her journey from grieving daughter to pioneering novelist and playwright becomes a testament to resilience, illuminating the quiet strength required to carve a voice in a world not yet ready to hear it.

Rich in historical detail and alive with emotional depth, this novel evokes the textures of nineteenth-century California, from its sunlit landscapes to its deeply rooted cultural divides. Through Molly's eyes, readers are drawn into a story of longing, reinvention, and the delicate balance between belonging and becoming.

Both sweeping and deeply personal, Mrs. R. Pacheco is a story of love shaped by circumstance, ambition tempered by sacrifice, and the enduring courage it takes to stand between worlds and claim a life as one's own.



Praise for Mrs. R. Pacheco:

"
Based on a real story in the mid 1850’s during the California Gold Rush. Well researched and very enjoyable to read. Highly recommend."
~ Amazon Review, 5*

"
The detail of the descriptions of all makes the reader part of the story: fellow travelers, the boats and trains, the food, the clothing, the housing. And then Mary meets Romualdo Pacheco and the story takes off again, drawing the reader into Romualdo's courting of Mary. the wedding, birth of their children and premature passing of one while Romualdo takes on offices from State Senator, State Treasurer, Lt. Governor, Governor and member of congress. All the while, from the beginning, we see Mary's nascent desire to write being nurtured by many people in many ways. This book catches the readers interest and keeps it. Highly recommended."
~ Amazon Review, 5*

Excerpt

An Early California “Power Couple,” Mary McIntyre and Romualdo Pacheco supported each another’s careers.

It was March, and Molly was helping her husband pack for the train trip to Washington, D.C. The journey would be amazingly quick. The mere five days coast to coast was a feat thought impossible only a decade earlier. Since this was only a brief two-week session of Congress, Molly and Maybella wouldn’t accompany him this time. They’d wait and join him for the longer three-month session to be held in the autumn.

Romualdo was one of four Californians elected to the United States Congress, and the first Californio. No one could deny his popularity with the voters, and Molly was deeply proud of his success. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about her own desires. Dreams she’d set aside. 

She tucked a pair of freshly laundered socks into one corner of his valise and sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I met Matilda Bancroft at the Women’s Guild luncheon yesterday,” she said. “She told me how busy she’s been helping Hubert with his history project. Her days are fully occupied with research, writing, and editing, and she still has the children and household to manage.”

Romualdo looked up from gathering his papers. “Bancroft is lucky to have her. He means to publish the history of the entire Pacific Coast and needs all the help he can get. It will take years for him to finish.”

“Matilda is a gifted writer. She could accomplish great things on her own if she ever had the chance.”

It wasn’t resentment she felt. Only recognition of an accomplished woman, one who chose to use her considerable gifts to bolster a brilliant husband.

Romualdo added the papers to his valise and turned to Molly. “What about you? I hope you have not given up writing.” 

“Not entirely. But I don’t believe I’ll ever have success as a playwright.”

“You are far too talented to give up so easily,” he said. “Once you set your mind to it, querida, you can accomplish anything.” 

Molly smiled softly and handed him another carefully folded broadcloth shirt. She thought of how Matilda helped her husband write his history while letting her own stories remain unwritten.

“Uncle Louis used to say, ‘Never give up. Anything is possible.’”

“He was right,” Romualdo said. He closed the latch on his valise with a soft click. “Remember, whatever you decide, you have my full support.”

She hesitated, her eyes full of mischief. “To be honest, I actually do have something in mind. It’s a comedy.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m thinking of writing a farce, a comedy of errors with identical twins and mixed-up lovers. There might be a pompous general who’s dreadfully opposed to his children’s wishes. Maybe a pair of foolish women who can’t stop laughing and crying, and perhaps a wife with too many opinions. Purely fictitious, of course.”

He grinned. “You know how I love comedies. Perhaps one day we will open a theater of our own. We could showcase your plays. What do you think?” 

“Let me finish this one first,” she said with a laugh. “But seriously, I’ve had another idea. You know how long I’ve dreamed of living in New York City. Now is the perfect time. I could rent a small apartment near the Broadway theaters. Maybella could take dance classes and I’d be able to write without too many interruptions. I know the city would inspire me. When you aren’t needed in Washington, you could come and stay with us.”

Romualdo tugged at his beard and quietly considered her words. 

“I know it’s a bold proposal,” she continued. “But I fear time is passing me by. New York is the heart of the theater world, and I could learn so much, maybe finally see my work performed on Broadway.”

“New York,” he said slowly, half to himself. “Very well, we will find a way. Yours is an excellent plan, querida. Excellent indeed.”

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Rose Ann Woolpert is drawn to questions history leaves unanswered. As an author whose work is grounded in fact and shaped by imagination, she writes stories that explore how individuals navigate change, loss, ambition, and identity.

Her writing is often inspired by California history, particularly the lives of women whose stories risk being lost to memory. Family recollections, historical records, and careful research inform her work, while fiction allows space to imagine motives, choices, and inner lives beyond the historical record.

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Sunday, 5 July 2026

The Spirit of the Times by Justin Newland




Mondays, July 6th - 27th, 2026

Publication Date: July 28th, 2026
Publisher: Troubador Publishing
Pages: 264
Genre: Historical Fiction


From a land of milk,
And a Road of Silk,
To a ring of roses,
And a dance of posies,
Comes the tale of the spirit of the times!

In fourteenth-century Central Asia, Karia is a young woman living under the yoke of Mongol occupation. But she’s different. She’s a fighter with supernatural powers. She could use them to keep the Black Plague at bay and solve the mystery of the purple skies at dawn – if only she could overcome her self-doubt.

Travelling in caravans on the Silk Road, she faces dangers seen and unseen – from sandstorms and slave traders to the desert djinn and folk who believe she’s a witch. She fears losing Abi, her little cousin, who’s fascinated by roses and the dance of the Whirling Dervishes of Bukhara.

When Karia falls in love with an English sailor fleeing the Knights Hospitaller, they sail to England with Abi to unravel the meaning of the purple skies, a dance, a posy tree, and a ring of roses.

The Spirit of the Times is part history, part fiction and part speculation: on the origin of disease; the power of innocence; the unfortunate aspects of custom and dogma; and humanity’s ability to respond to the governing influence or spirit of the times.


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Justin Newland's novels represent an innovative blend of genres, from historical adventure to supernatural thriller and magical realism. 
Undeterred by the award of a doctorate in mathematics from Imperial College, London, he conceived his debut novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), an epic fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian skies. Next came The Old Dragon’s Head (Matador, 2018), set in Ming Dynasty China in the shadows of the Great Wall.

The Coronation (Matador, 2019) features the Great Enlightenment and speculates on the genesis of the most important event in the modern world – the Industrial Revolution. The Abdication (Matador, 2021) is a mystery thriller in which a young woman confronts her faith in a higher purpose and what it means to abdicate that faith.

At this point in his writing career, after four self-published books, Justin was offered a part-funded contract with the Book Guild.

The Mark of the Salamander (Book Guild, 2023) is the first in a two-book ‘The Island of Angels’ series. It tells the epic tale of England’s coming of age during the Elizabethan era. The second in the series, The Midnight of Eights (Book Guild, 2024), charts the uncanny coincidences of time and tide that culminated in the repulse of the Spanish Armada.

His latest novel, The Spirit of the Times (Matador, 2026), is to be published in July. It tells the story of a young Kyrgyz woman’s journey westwards along the Silk Road. With purple skies at dawn, and a supporting cast of Genghis Khan, the Black Plague, a perplexing rhyme, a ring of roses, it explores the greatest mystery of all – the spirit of the times. 
Justin’s enduring passion is to explore the origins of our current time. This prompted a broad research into what we’ve inherited from history – encompassing Egypt, China, Prussia and Tudor England.

He also writes entertaining talks which he gives to the WI, U3A, Probus, Rotary and local historical associations. Please visit his website for a current list of the talks.

Alongside the talks, Justin promotes his work with regular book signings at TG Jones (ex. WH Smith) high street stores, selling over 3,500 books since 2019. He has sponsored over 40 UK and US blog tours, given frequent radio interviews and penned many guest posts.

His current book signing motto is: Enjoy, Imagine, Discover.

As a member of the Society of Authors, he has Public and Products Liability Insurance.

Born in Essex, England, three days before the end of 1953, he lives with his lady in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.

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Thursday, 2 July 2026

The Cleansing A Novel of Ancient Rome. Based on a True Story. By Victoria Alvear


The Cleansing

A Novel of Ancient Rome. Based on a True Story.
By Victoria Alvear


Publication Date: January 20th, 2026
Publisher: Hypatia Press
Pages: 314
Genre: Historical Fiction

Based on a true story, this is not the enlightened Rome of myth. This is a city choking on fear, where blood flows on both the battlefield and altar, and where generals and politicians alike are desperate to appease rageful gods.

When 50,000 Romans fall in a single day at the Battle of Cannae, priests claim there can be only one reason the gods abandoned Rome: a Vestal Virgin has broken her vow of chastity. And they accuse Opimia (Mia), the strongest, most defiant of the six sacred Vestal priestesses.

Forced as a child into serving Vesta, the goddess of fire, Mia has always chafed against Rome’s control of her every move—especially after being separated from her childhood love, Attius. Now, accused of a crime she did not commit, she must defend herself in a hostile court to avoid being buried alive for her “crime.”

Betrayed by the high priestess, hunted by Rome’s political and religious elite, Mia must either accept her fate — or join with the Sybil of Cumae to expose the truth behind a world built on superstition, fear, and lies.

A story of personal awakening amid public catastrophe, The Cleansing is a haunting journey through a city at war with itself — and a woman who risks everything to survive it.



Praise for The Cleansing:

"Original, deftly crafted...[and a] historical thriller with an impressive level of literary excellence."
~ Midwest Book Review





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Victoria Alvear has written multiple books and novels set in the ancient world, including A Day of Fire: A Novel of Pompeii, A Song of War: A Novel of Troy, Cleopatra’s Moon, and others.

She is known as Vicky Alvear Shecter for her children’s books, which include Warrior Queens, Anubis Speaks!, Hades Speaks!, and Thor Speaks!.

Victoria has served as a docent at the museum of antiquities at Emory University for nearly twenty years.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2026

Voices on the Wind (A Novel of Malta in WWII, Part I — Assault) by Helena P. Schrader

 




Voices on the Wind 
(A Novel of Malta in WWII, Part I — Assault) 
By Helena P. Schrader



Publication Date: 11th June 2026
Publisher: Cross Seas Press
Pages: 448
Genre: Historical Fiction

Early 1942: the fate of the Suez Canal and access to Middle East oil hangs on the fate of an island just 17 miles long by 9 miles wide: Malta.

 Determined to destroy the British forces threatening Rommel’s supply lines, the Axis powers drop more bombs on Malta than London endured throughout the Blitz. The population is forced underground, while the RAF struggles with inadequate resources to fend off defeat. Meanwhile, Britain’s Atlantic lifeline is fraying....

Voices on the Wind follows the fate of four of Malta’s defenders: Senior Intelligence Officer and former Battle of Britain ace, W/Cdr “Robin” Priestman; WAAF SigInt Officer Candice Weld, sent out from Bletchley Park to “man” the only X-machine outside the UK; F/O “Ned” Nettleton, a Beaufort torpedo bomber pilot engaged in suicidal attacks against enemy shipping; and Chief Officer Stevie Mackay of the British Merchant Navy, fighting to keep Britain’s own lines of supply open.


Praise


What emerges from these pages is more than a story of military operations. It is a portrait of service, endurance, and sacrifice viewed through multiple perspectives, each contributing to a richer understanding of a critical moment in history. 

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Through a collective of narrators working in different areas of the war effort, mainly in and around Malta, "Voices on the Wind" by Helena P. Schrader explores a frequently overlooked aspect of history, delving into the defence of Malta during the Second World War.

The Coffee Pot Book Club


Excerpt


Flying Officer Ned Nettleton, Flight to Malta


Context: Flying Officer Ned Nettleton, RAF, is the pilot and commander of a Beaufort torpedo bomber en route to the Middle East with a refuelling stop in Malta. The crew is straight out of training and deploying to an active squadron for the first time. They are carrying a passenger, a WAAF officer assigned to Malta, Flight Officer Candice Weld. After a pleasant five and a half hour trip, they are approaching Malta when things get difficult.


“Huns!” Tim’s voice crackled over the intercom at a higher octave than normal.

“Give me a proper report, Gunner,” Ned replied, keeping his tone as calm and routine as possible.

“Passing overhead, swinging around and preparing to attack from the rear!”

“Can you identify them?”

“Me109s.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“Damn the effing Frogs! They passed our position to the Hun!” Matt bitched.

“Stan, contact Malta and report we are under attack. Maybe they can scramble some fighters to help us out, then take your action station.” There was no need to order Matt and Tim to action stations; they were already in them.

Ned turned to look at Flight Officer Weld. Her frightened yet trusting eyes met his. She seemed to have complete confidence in him, and that shook him because he knew it was misplaced. Ned had never been in a situation like this before. Assigned to Coastal Command straight out of flying training, he had flown reconnaissance aircraft over the Western Approaches for eighteen months without once encountering enemy fighters. Boredom had driven him to volunteer for torpedo bombers eight months ago. He’d finished training three days ago and was on his way to his first operational torpedo squadron. The same was true of his entire crew. This would be their baptism of fire.

Ned would have liked to reassure Flight Officer Weld that everything would be fine, but he couldn’t lie. Instead, he told her as calmly as possible, “Go to the radio compartment, strap yourself in and keep your head down. I may have to throw this crate around a bit.”

She nodded, released the straps, and climbed quickly out of her seat to go to the radio compartment. Ned drew a deep breath and then checked his watch. It was now just after 15.30, and they were no more than twenty minutes away from Malta.

“Coming in now!” Tim reported. “Five o’clock high.”

Ned started evasive manoeuvres, weaving and swooping up and down to disrupt the aim of the fighters. Shortly afterwards, Tim and Stan opened fire, filling the interior of the cockpit with the smell of cordite. Abruptly, two loud bangs made Ned wince; the Germans had made hits before sweeping past on either side of them. Ned watched them as together they banked and climbed to come in for a second bash.

“Tell me when to take evasive action,” Ned called over the intercom to Tim and Stan, conscious that he was sweating badly. He strained to look as far ahead as possible. They couldn’t be more than sixty miles from Malta. He must see it soon.

“Here they come! Wait! Wait! Now!”

Ned threw the Beaufort into a sudden skidding turn, and a second later the aircraft shuddered violently as Stan and Tim opened fire almost simultaneously. Yet, as he lifted a wing to change course, enemy shells tore into it, piercing the fuel tanks.

Ned corrected the attitude of the aircraft, twisting the other way. Instantly, the other German fighter punched a hole in the Perspex directly over his head. Shards flew everywhere, shattering some of the instrument dials, and then the shadow of the Messerschmitt flying low overhead blocked out the sun. As it shot past them, Matt fired furiously without any visible effect. The German fighter wheeled away on a wing, chasing after its leader.

Ned watched them as they soared up the sky and then, one after the other, flopped over to roll off the top of the loop to position themselves for a new attack. Ned tested the controls. The Beaufort was still responding normally, although he didn’t like the sight of petrol running off the trailing edge of the starboard wing. He shifted his attention to the fuel gauge to see how rapidly they were losing green stuff, but the face of the dial was shattered.

Tim and Stan’s machine guns started chattering again, and the aircraft shuddered from the recoil. Ned saw more bits and pieces of his precious new Beaufort breaking off. Suddenly, it staggered and the starboard propeller stopped. Ned cursed; the Beaufort was notoriously difficult to control on one engine. Their speed dropped instantly, and Ned pushed for more power from the port engine. This increased the torque, forcing Ned to apply full right rudder just to hold the Beau on course. The only good news was that Malta was now in sight.

Ned stared transfixed at their destination—until he registered scores of bombers escorted by twice as many fighters approaching the island from the north. Bursts of anti-aircraft guns started to soil the sky with dirty puffs of smoke. Then the first bombs started to fall. Where the hell was the RAF? Ned couldn’t see a single friendly fighter.

“Corkscrew!” Tim shouted, and Ned again tried to dodge the attack with abrupt movements. With only one operable engine, however, it was like fighting on one leg. Within seconds, the Beaufort was again shaken by cannon shells hitting home. Perspex and metal fragments flew around his face as something smashed into the airframe nearby.

Ned observed the damage dispassionately. He had left his terror behind and no longer felt any fear. He cared only about saving the lives of his passenger and crew. To shake off the Messerschmitts, he dived for the deck and fishtailed over the long rollers coming out of the southwest at an altitude so low that the wash from his remaining propeller blew spume from the wave tops. The manoeuvre appeared to have done the trick. Tim reported the Messerschmitts had broken off their attacks and soared upwards instead.

A second later Ned realised why: he’d been so busy concentrating on not putting a wing into the water that he’d failed to notice he was fast approaching cliffs that rose straight up for what looked like 1,000 feet. Frantically, Ned yanked the control column back and put on full flaps to gain altitude. Just when he thought they were going to crash into the limestone, they scraped over the top of the grassy edge and were suddenly scudding at less than twenty feet above brilliant green fields littered with bright yellow flowers.

Ahead of him, the horizon was blotted with smoke, dust and debris from the bombs raining down on the far side of the island. Nearer at hand, a hill rose up, topped by a walled city built of white stone. Bathed in bright sunlight and dominated by the dome and towers of a great church, it looked surreal in its timeless peace. To his left, another city of white stone stretched on a wide plain, equally serene and dominated by a single, even larger red dome. Between these apparently sleeping monuments from an earlier civilisation, giant flames leapt and danced amidst clouds of oily smoke.

Ned banked slightly and headed for the flames on the assumption that they marked a fuel or ammo dump near an airfield. He registered with detachment that he had received no instructions from Control. He was on his own.

They skimmed over the surface of the island. Trees and scrub-brush, stone walls and stone churches, houses and pastures with frantic goats—all raced by just feet below the belly of the Beaufort. Through the soles of his flying boots, Ned felt his rudder flinch and flutter as a control wire stretched or frayed. If it broke, they were doomed. Oil or hydraulic fluid glistened on the cockpit floor. The Beaufort had had enough. She was mortally wounded and wanted only to surrender in exhaustion. Sweat soaked the inside of his flight jacket as Ned fought to keep her airborne. He held her aloft by sheer willpower, forcing her to fly straight and level just a little bit longer, a little bit farther.

He could not risk taking a hand off the controls to click on the intercom. All he could do was shout at the top of his voice, “Crash positions! I’m putting her down.”

The others must have been waiting for the order. Matt scrambled back into the cockpit. Tim dropped down to take his position behind the main spar. Ned sensed rather than saw Stan pull Flight Officer Weld out of the radio station and push her down behind the main spar, too. Good lad, he thought, as an airfield came into view in front of him.

Ned knew it was an airfield because of the number of wrecked Hurricanes dispersed around an expanse of flat dirt pock-marked with filled-in bomb craters. The ruins of a three-storey, brick house with silly, mismatched towers and turrets loomed off to the left and a charred and collapsed hangar lay broken to the right. Tents flapped in the wind behind another ruined building. Ned could not identify anything that looked like a tower, but a red light was flashing at him from a broken-down caravan. Red?

Ned had never disobeyed flying instructions before, but he could not make a new approach. The Beaufort could neither gain altitude nor manoeuvre. He eased back on the throttle and lifted the nose so that she stalled out and flopped belly down on the rocky earth.

Then all hell broke loose as the Beaufort careened across the runway, hitting one bomb crater after another. Just a few feet overhead, four Messerschmitts strafed the field from one end to the other.


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Helena P. Schrader is the author of 21 historical novels and six non-fiction history books. She earned a PhD in History from the University of Hamburg and served as a U.S. diplomat in Europe and Africa. She has won numerous literary awards, and two of her titles—Cold Peace, the first book in the Bridge to Tomorrow series on the Berlin Airlift, and her Battle of Britain novel, Where Eagles Never Flew—achieved Amazon #1 Bestseller status in aviation and military historical fiction.

Schrader masterfully blends meticulous historical research with compelling storytelling. Her success can best be measured not by the many awards or positive reviews, but by the fact that witnesses of the history she describes praise the authenticity of her works. Battle of Britain ace, W/Cdr Bob Doe enthusiastically declared that Where Eagles Never Flew got it “smack on the way it was for us fighter pilots.” Traitors for the Sake of Humanity: A Novel of the German Resistance won recognition for its extraordinary sensitivity to a complex topic from the survivors of the military conspiracy against Hitler and the widows of some of those executed.

The dramatic siege of Malta in WWII attracted Schrader’s attention years ago, and she has visited the island several times to conduct research, visit the important sites, and gain a greater understanding of the people. As she became drawn deeper into the material, the temptation to combine a novel about the siege of Malta with another of her lifelong loves, the British Merchant Navy, became irresistible. Schrader has been an avid sailor all her life and served as a petty officer in the British Merchant Navy on sail training ships in her youth.






Mrs R. Pacheco by Rose Ann Woolpert

Publication Date: May 26th, 2026 Publisher: Historium Press Pages: 252 Genre: Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction It is 1859, and the glit...