Today, we are joining the week-long book blitz for historical fiction novel Lila's Journey! Learn about the novel, read an excerpt and be sure to enter for a chance to win a prize in the book tour giveaway at the end of this post.  

Historical Fiction

Date Published: 05-19-2024

Publisher: Mustard Seed Press

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She kept up a brisk pace through the wooded path as the sun peaked in and out of the clouds, shifting the shadows of the trees. Some of the trees had shed their leaves, but the mighty oaks still clung to theirs, and they rattled in the breeze. She kept her arms under her cloak for warmth but slowed momentarily when the sound of the rattling changed. She did a quick turnaround but saw nothing. “Must have been some critter scampering about,” she said, and picked up her pace again. 

 

It happened so fast it scarcely registered.

 

Large hands overpowered her and grabbed her from behind, one covered her mouth, the other circled her waist. A surge of adrenaline triggered a painful heartbeat in her chest. She screamed through the clamped hand, but the sound was choked off. Lila struggled to free her arms from inside her cloak while she wildly kicked backwards. The harder she fought, the fiercer the grip. Lila raised her leg and shot it backwards again, this time hitting a shin. A rough voice cursed in her ear. 

 

She was lifted off her feet and shoved against a tree, snapping the side of her head against the trunk. Pain shot through her head. Dazed, she made a feeble attempt to grab the arms. A hand slapped hard against her face. Spots danced before her eyes with the disappearing daylight, then nothing.

 

When Lila came out of the fog of unconsciousness, she found herself in darkness. She was blindfolded. She was on a horse with someone sitting behind her, someone with unspeakable body odor whose breath reeked of whiskey. What was happening? Who has done this? She had a throbbing headache, made worse with each step of the horse over the uneven ground. 

 

Reaching for her head, she realized her hands were bound together. Why am I tied up? This makes no sense. She was a captive and there was nothing she could do to give herself any advantage. The realization sent her into a frenzy of fear, and tears swelled under her blindfold. Dear God, what am I to do?

 

Now fully awake, her heart pounded as she tried to clear her head. She had no idea how long she’d been unconscious, no idea where she was, no idea who sat behind her in the saddle. She shuddered to think who her captor was and what he had in mind.

 

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When she’s not writing, Jane is singing in a choir, exercising in some fashion, or soaking up nature from a shady spot in the yard with a good book. She and her husband live in Kansas and have two children and six grandchildren. She treasures time spent with their far-flung family and still entertains the fantasy of appearing on Dancing with the Stars for Grandmas, although the clock is ticking. . . 

 

Jane is a member of Women Writing the West, Western Writers of America, and Wyoming Writers, Inc.

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A moment of trust can shift into something far more complicated—and far more lasting—than anyone expects. Boy Altared leans into that tension, tracing a coming-of-age journey shaped by authority, belief, and the quiet unraveling of innocence. Set against the backdrop of a turbulent era, it blends personal struggle with the larger cultural shifts of the time.

 

Learn about Boy Altared and author J.S. Pavoggi--and be sure to enter for a chance to win a prize in the book tour giveaway at the end of this post. 

Historical Fiction

Date Published: April 1, 2026

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

Intrigued by his grave past, Father Nelson brings him into the church as an altar boy under the mentorship of Harry, an older acolyte. The priest quickly gains control over Jamie, using the boy’s complicated history and his own undisputed authority to initiate a dark turn in their relationship. Jamie falls deeper into the world of religion, and his blooming friendship with Harry becomes a needed distraction from the somber realities of the church. 

 

Shaped by major cultural events, from the Manson murders to the moon landing, to Woodstock and the Civil Rights Movement, Jamie’s life unfolds as he navigates religion, power, and loss of innocence. A haunting coming of age story, Boy Altared explores a seismic shift into adulthood during one of the most turbulent decades in history.

 

 

 J.S. Pavoggi was born in 1957 and raised in Phoenix, Arizona, the sixth of eight children in a devout Catholic family. He attended parochial school, served as an altar boy, and came of age during the turbulence of the Vietnam War era and the cultural upheaval that followed. 

 

After a 40-year career in public service with the United States Postal Service—where he also served as a union representative—Pavoggi experienced a life-altering heart procedure that changed the way he saw the world. What began as an impulse to write a better streaming series evolved into a powerful, fictionalized account of survival and healing. 

 

His debut novel, Boy Altared, is a deeply personal work of historical fiction rooted in memory, silence, and resilience. Pavoggi lives in Arizona with his wife of 38 years. They have three children and four grandchildren.

 

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History doesn’t just shape nations—it reshapes the lives of the people caught inside it, often in ways they never chose. And sometimes, the most powerful stories come from the women determined to claim a future in a world designed to deny them one.

 

Today’s spotlight shines on Her Own Legacy by Debra Borchert, a sweeping historical fiction novel set against the turbulence of the French Revolution. At its heart is a story of resilience, identity, and the fight to hold onto what matters when everything is at risk. With a richly layered setting and a heroine navigating loyalty, love, and survival, this is a book for readers who are drawn to strong women, emotional stakes, and the quiet strength it takes to rewrite your own story.

 

Book Title:  Her Own Legacy, Book 1 of the Chateau de Verzat Series by Debra Borchert
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+), 870 pages
Genre:  Historical Fiction
Publisher:  Le Vin Press
Release date:   Sep 2022
Tour dates: Mar 13 to Apr 3, 2026
Content Rating:  PG-13 + M: No explicit sex scenes or bad language, but one of the main characters is illegitimate. Violence of the French Revolution included, but no gore. ​

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Set against the final unraveling of the Soviet Empire, Circus Bim Bom blends historical tension, danger, and heart in a story where performance and survival are tightly intertwined. With a traveling circus at its center, this novel brings together Cold War uncertainty, found-family dynamics, and the kind of personal connections that challenge political divides.

 

With romance, conspiracy, and a vivid sense of time and place, this is the kind of historical fiction that promises both emotional stakes and larger questions about freedom, loyalty, and human connection.

 

A Cold War Adventure

Historical Fiction/Cold War Fiction w/romance subplots

Date Published: 03-01-2026

Publisher: Bim Bom Books

When the first privately owned Soviet circus arrived in 1990 America as the Soviet Empire unraveled, its elite performers expected to build cultural bridges through spectacular shows. Instead, this prestigious troupe faced a perilous journey through Cold War America.

 

Circus director Yuri had to navigate treacherous waters where American mobsters, Soviet agents, and political forces circled like predators. Young aerialist Anton dreamed of becoming a clown against his family's wishes, while forbidden romances and unexpected connections bloomed between Soviet performers and Americans who saw past the ideological divide. As high-stakes conspiracies threatened to tear the circus family apart, they had to choose between the authoritarian chains of home and the uncertain promise of freedom. 

 

As The Ringmaster reminds us, "The best Soviet stories are like vodka—they burn with suffering, intoxicate with conflict, keep you stewing in reflection, and yearning for your heart's desire." This genre-bending tale explores whether human connection can transcend ideology—and whether storytelling can bridge the divides that separate us.

 

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Evil Angel lounged against a Hershey’s Kisses lamppost, smirking. “Relax, Maria. He’ll get his sugar fix soon enough.”

They arrived at the carousel, where lights from hundreds of hand-blown bulbs reflected off brass poles and mirrored panels, piercing the evening mist. Evil Angel released a long, low whistle, his eyebrows raised in grudging admiration. 

CJ gestured to the carousel, his voice swelling with pride. “This beauty is a moving piece of our nation’s history. Thousands of hours went into hand carving and painting these horses. Five hundred hand-milled pieces run this masterpiece, and hand-painted Miss Liberties and gilded American Eagles commemorate our victory in WWI.” 

The carousel’s wooden platform creaked beneath their feet as CJ touched a carved horse’s mane. “Listen,” he whispered. “Every sound tells a story—the craftsmen who carved these horses, the families who’ve ridden them. Even the squeaks have history.” 

As Raisa circled the platform, she ran her fingers over the glazed black mane of a galloping circus jumper. The stallion’s muscles gleamed under the carousel lights, its tail streaming behind like a banner—a frozen moment of equine grace. Its circus-themed saddle blanket was fringed in bright yellow and adorned with stars and stripes. Its mouth gaped, as if gasping for air. 

CJ pointed out the hand-painted murals by post-war European artisans: Rotterdam’s bustling port and Bavaria’s idyllic landscapes—snapshots of a world forever changed. His voice carried the pride of twenty years of stewardship.

Evil Angel rolled his eyes. “Here comes another history lesson.” “The artists painted scenes inspired by their homelands: a mother and child, a man with his ladylove, a Bavarian family, and a matador in a bullfight. With twenty mirrored panels and a thousand hand-blown light bulbs, the designer spared no expense.” 

CJ shook his head. “Today’s merry-go-rounds are made of aluminum and plastic. Beauty nourishes the soul; expediency breeds indifference. For most visitors, it’s just another ride.” 

Raisa and Stallion studied each panel, pointing out the historical details as if they were in a living museum. 

As they approached a Wurlitzer organ, CJ’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “This handcrafted, self-playing machine is one of only a few military band organs powered by a hidden steam engine.” 

“It’s a Wurlitzer with a hundred and sixty-four pipes, fifty-four keys, sixteen bells, a trombone, trumpet, violin, and cello, plus a glockenspiel and wooden flute—rich, like an orchestra. You can’t replicate its sound with a synthesizer.” 

The Wurlitzer’s brass pipes gleamed like a miniature cathedral organ under the carnival lights. “They stopped making these in the ’50s—modern rides play CDs.” 

Stallion lifted Raisa onto her circus horse, his hands lingering on her waist as he stood beside her.

As steam hissed from the pipes, the first notes of a Parisian-themed waltz, “Ekaterina,” floated out—first violin, then piano, and finally the whole orchestra. The mechanical heart of the carousel ticked beneath their feet, counting down to magic. (14) 

Raisa’s circus-trained balance found its rhythm as the carousel stirred to life—the jumper rising and falling in perfect tempo. With her red heels resting in the stirrups, Raisa recalled a creaky old metal carousel horse in Leningrad. Nothing was as extravagant as this. She hummed along with the melancholy tune, Stallion feeding off her smile. 

After several turns, the Wurlitzer picked up the tempo with Shostakovich’s Second Waltz, and Raisa’s horse cranked up and down in a faster gallop. She remembered dancing this Russian waltz in circus school. 

Raisa looked down at Stallion’s dark, wavy hair and up at his broad chest as her steed pumped up and down. Their eyes locked. Swaying with one hand on the saddle and the other on the horse’s neck, Stallion enjoyed the Russian waltz, though he preferred the Viennese. (15)

The Wurlitzer shifted from Shostakovich to Strauss, its steam-powered valves opening like mechanical lungs. The “Voices of Spring” filled the night air. (16)

14 Listen to “Carousel (a French Waltz)”, from composer and artist Ekaterina. Scan or visit: https://bimbombookclub.com/Ekaterina-Carousel-French-Waltz 

 


15 Listen to the “Suite for Jazz Orchestra No. 2” by Dmitri Shostakovich Scan or visit: https://bimbombookclub.com/dmitri-shostakovich-waltz-no-2

 

As the tempo quickened, Raisa’s horse pumped faster, and her fingers tightened around the brass shaft as her horse rose and fell. Stallion recognized the “Voices of Spring” and could no longer remain idle. His hands found Raisa’s waist, and he swung her side-saddle and lifted her from the horse to the carousel’s edge.

Muscle memory took over: his right hand grasped her left, their fingers intertwined, her hand curling over his shoulder. With his free hand on her back, he led her into a waltz. Raisa’s spine straightened, each instrument joining the symphony like another dancer entering their spinning world. The Viennese tempo spun them outward as the carousel sped up.

They swung gracefully in swift circles against the carousel’s rotation, defying physics with every spin. The platform’s momentum battled their steps, threatening to hurl them outward as they twirled inward. Laughing breathlessly, their hearts pounded as they resisted the carousel’s centrifugal force. Their synchronized steps kept them balanced on the edge of a spinning world, aware that any movement could fling them off the ride.

Each turn showcased years of dance training: her flawless arabesque, his confident lead, their shared rhythm. Their bodies remembered steps learned in different worlds—his in UCLA’s dance studio, hers in Moscow’s circus school.

Evil Angel conducted an invisible orchestra while Good Angel desperately clung to the brass pole, her apron fluttering, muttering Italian prayers. Beneath the platform, hand-milled gears meshed, their precision concealed by carved panels. Each revolution sent the dancers gliding past mirrors, their reflections multiplying into infinity. The hand-blown bulbs illuminated their dance in amber and gold, while starlight glimmered in the horse’s glass eyes.

As the gears clicked faster, their waltz matched the acceleration—one two-three, one-two-three—until the painted horses and chariots blurred into streaks of gold and crimson, galloping at Cupid’s hand.

Keeping pace, Stallion and Raisa moved with a precision that only trained bodies could achieve. 

 

16 Listen to “Voices of Spring Waltz” composed by Johann Straus. Scan or visit:https://bimbombookclub.com/voices-of-spring-johann-strauss

       

The world contracted to essential points—her hand in his, shared breath, perfect timing. Their finesse showed in every effortless turn. Everything else faded, disappearing into their locked gazes.

Memories flickered through Raisa’s mind—rigorous training, the thrill of dancing to forbidden Western records. But this was a magic she had never known: raw and free, unfettered by state-approved choreography.

Evil Angel marveled at how one would be flung off the ride if the other let go. He clipped his cigar: “An unusual predicament for a budding relationship— let alone a first date.” Nothing he said could distress Good Angel—she was enchanted, dabbing the corner of her apron against her teary eyes.

Steam rose from the Wurlitzer as the last notes of Strauss lingered. The carousel’s spin slowed like a music box winding down. Evil Angel straightened his tie; Good Angel blew into her hanky, while dust motes danced in the soft light.

Still immersed in the waltz’s rhythm, Raisa’s red heels found solid ground as Stallion’s hands steadied her waist.

As they caught their breath, CJ led them on, his voice softening. “Back then, the waltz shocked society—it was the first dance where men and women held hands. They called it The Forbidden Dance. Churches condemned it as sinful. Religious zealots threatened composers and instructors with death.”

“The Times of London wrote, ‘The waltz involves the voluptuous inter twining of limbs and close compression of bodies, in ungodly violation of ladies’ decency and morals.’ Fathers were warned against exposing their daughters to such a contagion. In the end, though, the teenagers won the day.”

Evil Angel tugged on Good Angel’s apron. “Wasn’t that what happened to Elvis?” 

CJ shook his head in admiration. “Wow! I think you both deserve some chocolate. Follow me to Hershey heaven.” 

Night settled deeper over the park. The string lights cast warm pools of light, while shadows thickened between them as they headed to the Chocolate Emporium. A breeze carried the sweetness of chocolate and candy floss from nearby confectionery tents. 

CJ led them beneath a massive neon sign that flashed: ‘Hershey’s Chocolate Emporium.’ 

The emporium rose before them like a temple of chocolate. Raisa’s eyes widened as she took in the lavish displays, a stark contrast to the bare shelves and endless queues of Moscow’s government-run stores. 

Floor-to-ceiling candy chutes dispensed bite-sized samples—Kit Kats,

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 Cliff Lovette is a father, storyteller, and dog lover living in Sandy Springs, Georgia. For over 40 years, he practiced entertainment law, serving as Senior Vice President at LaFace Records and representing artists including Usher and Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes. His passion for bridging historical divides led him to co-produce a groundbreaking reconciliation event between descendants of Buffalo Soldiers and Lakota Native Americans. In 1990, when Bobby Liberman—road manager for the first privately owned Soviet circus touring America—became his client, Cliff discovered the true story that inspired this debut duology.

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Some historical novels explore events we know from textbooks. Others bring us into the emotional reality of living through them. Goodbye Demons falls into the latter, weaving a deeply personal story into one of the most tense political crises of the late twentieth century.

 

This novel looks beyond headlines and history to examine the human side of global conflict—the uncertainty, resilience, and emotional strain experienced by those caught in extraordinary circumstances. Through the experiences of one couple, the story explores how love, distance, and trauma shape lives long after the world stops watching.

 

Readers who enjoy historical fiction rooted in real events, character-driven drama, and stories about resilience in the face of crisis may find this one especially compelling.

Historical Fiction

Date Published: 04-24-2026

Publisher: Salty Books Publishing

She is assigned to Tunis where she falls in love with U.S. diplomat James Whitcomb. At the conclusion of their tours of duty, they marry. Within weeks of the wedding, he is taken captive in the Iranian Hostage Crisis of 1979-81. 

 

James, held hostage in the U.S. Embassy in Teheran, endures the same demons that afflicted the real life hostages during the actual crisis 45 years ago. 

 

Angie, biting her nails at home, endures her own demons. How can she support him? Should she join efforts to force the president into negotiating a release? Or even a rescue? 

 

When the ordeal finally ends fourteen months later, the couple faces a new set of demons. Rebuilding their life together as they each recuperate from their own PTSDs.

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This was the chance of a lifetime, and Angie swore she wouldn’t blow it. She did elaborate stretching exercises and weight training. She followed a dietician’s meal plan and skated five days a week under the guidance of her coach. Angie concocted a brilliant plan to capture the Gold at Nationals and guarantee her a slot on the Olympic team.

Her coach objected. “No woman has ever done a triple axel, and you’re not ready.”

“I did it in practice. You saw me.”

“You fell. A perfect double axel that you’re capable of doing trumps a triple axel that you screw up.”

Angie was determined to do the triple without falling. She doubled down on her training regime. Bruising falls came each day. It wasn’t until a week before the competitions that she completed a triple. She grinned triumphantly at her surprised coach. Then on the next try she took a nasty fall that left her limping when she rose from the ice. Her coach sped over to her. After making sure Angie had broken no bones, she again warned her to stop trying the triple axel.

“You’re not ready. It’s a riverboat gamble.”

“I have to take the gamble when I’ve got the chance.”

“You’ll have a chance next year. You’ll be stronger and more experienced. That’ll be the time to do it.”

“In the meantime, some other girl might do it first, and nobody will ever hear about me. Even if I do one the next day. Can you tell me who was the second woman to fly across the Atlantic?”

 

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