Let’s start this week off in a wonderful way.. with a blog tour! A warm welcome to the Blog Tour for All is Fair by Dee Garretson. twirls
For today’s post I got an excerpt, information on both the book and the author, and a giveaway (open to US/CAN only, sorry).
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Lady Mina Tretheway knows she’s destined for greater things than her fancy boarding school, where she’s being taught to be a proper English lady. It’s 1918, and war is raging across Europe. Unlike her father and brother, who are able to assist in the war effort, Mina is stuck sorting out which fork should be used with which dinner course.
When Mina receives a telegram that’s written in code, she finally has her chance to do something big. She returns to her childhood home of Hallington Manor, joined by a family friend, Lord Andrew Graham, and a dashing and mysterious young American, Lucas. The three of them must band together to work on a dangerous project that could turn the tide of the war.
Thrilled that she gets to contribute to the war effort at least, Mina jumps headfirst into the world of cryptic messages, spycraft, and international intrigue. She, Lucas, and Andrew have to work quickly, because if they don’t succeed, more soldiers will disappear into the darkness of war.
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Dee writes contemporary, science fiction and historical adventure stories for a wide range of ages. Her books have been chosen as Junior Library Guild selections, the Scholastic Book Club, and have been nominated for numerous state awards lists. In addition to books published under her own name, she also writes for the Boxcar Children series.
It was long, far longer than most telegrams, and it made no sense.
April 2, 1918
Your old father has a request. A friend has written that your cousin is ill. She needs you to come home to Hallington right away. Have your things sent as well. Get help from Mrs. Brommers if you need it. She will be glad to give it. To communicate with me, wire the Foreign Office if situation worsens. Best you don’t tell your cousin you are coming. We’re at Thornhill but don’t know for how long. Once home, let us know of your safe arrival. Play some of the old games with your cousin to keep you two challenged. Two are always better than one.
First of all, even though I had a cousin who lived at Hallington, Cousin Eugenia, I didn’t know a Mrs. Brommers nor had I ever heard of a place called Thornhill. Second of all, who was the “we?” My mother was in America helping out my uncle, whose wife was ill. Third, my father would never refer to himself as an “old father.” People often commented on how Reese Tretheway still looked much as he had in the days he was a valued secret agent for the British government, tracking spies across Europe.
The next to the last sentence made even less sense. My cousin Eugenia loathed games, refusing to play cards or even word games, though she knew more words than anyone I had ever met. It was also almost impossible to imagine Eugenia ill. The woman walked miles a day on her “nature rambles,” her stork-like figure a common sight to everyone for miles around. She never took to her bed for any reason.
A thrill of excitement ran through me. The telegram was strange because it was a cipher. It had to be. There was no other explanation. It must mean my father wanted me to do something important. I ignored the little nagging voice inside that told me how unlikely that was. I was sure if I deciphered it, I would have a job to do for the war effort instead of just rolling bandages and waiting to be old enough to train as a nurse. I didn’t even want to be a nurse. Whatever this was, it had nothing to do with nursing.
“Yes, I need to go home,” I said to Miss Climpson. “Right away.”
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