Yuletide Truceby Sandra Schwab
Release day: 22nd September 2017
Historical romance, Victorian romance, M/M romance, holiday romance
London, 1845
It's December, Alan "Aigee" Garmond's favorite time of the year, when the window display of the small bookshop where he works fills up with crimson Christmas books and sprays of holly. Everything could be perfect — if it weren't for handsome Christopher Foreman, the brilliant writer for the fashionable magazine About Town, who has taken an inexplicable and public dislike to Aigee's book reviews.
But why would a man such as Foreman choose to target reviews published in a small bookshop's magazine? Aigee is determined to find out. And not, he tells himself, just because he finds Foreman so intriguing.
Aigee’s quest leads him from smoke-filled ale-houses into the dark, dingy alleys of one of London's most notorious rookeries. And then, finally, to Foreman. Will Aigee be able to wrangle a Yuletide truce from his nemesis?
Get a copy here;
Quotes
from Sandra Schwab about the book;
Yuletide
Truce is a feel-good enemies-to-lovers holiday
romance that takes you on a sweeping journey to Victorian London, to fog-filled
streets and smoke-filled taverns, to Fleet Street, where news are made, and to
Bethnal Green, where once a crime lord ruled as supreme master. Meet those who
criticized a rich ruling class that clung to its old privileges, and those who
eked out a meagre livelihood on the streets of the metropolis. Yuletide Truce not a story about rich
people, but a story about two ordinary men — because everybody deserves a
happily-ever-after, and I want to challenge the idea that it's somehow only
straight, white, rich people whose stories deserve to be told.
Excerpt:
Now Mrs. Woodall’s smile diminished as her
gaze fell on the magazine Aigee was holding. “Oh dear. About Town? I take it the ‘Adonis of Fleet Street’ has struck
again.”
At the mentioning of Foreman’s nickname
among the London publishing world, a rush of heat washed through Aigee. Lord,
as if the whole situation wasn’t already embarrassing enough! No, to make matters
worse, Aigee’s body—well, his prick, he supposed—had also decided to take a
fancy to the very man who delighted in publicly bashing him.
It was ridiculous!
Beyond embarrassing.
And yet…
Well, Foreman was attractive, otherwise he wouldn’t have gained that particular
epithet. He was tall, with a lean, trim body, violet-blue eyes, ridiculously
long lashes, and a head of golden hair that tended to curl if he let it grow
too long.
Handsome like the devil himself.
No, not the devil. Some kind of arrogant
angel, tumbled to earth, probably thrown out of the heavenly choir because he
had spouted some profanity at a horrified archangel.
Author
Bio
She holds a PhD in English literature, and
in autumn 2015, she appeared on the BBC documentary Great Continental Railway Journeys to talk about another favorite
topic of hers, the Grimms’ fairy tales (while walking through a rather muddy
stretch of the Black Forest) (there were a lot of slugs, too).
She lives in Frankfurt am Main / Germany with a sketchbook, a sewing machine, and an ever-expanding library.
