Author: Kellie Butler

Author, freelance writer, Certified Paralegal, and all around wordsmith.

It’s Release Day for The Broken Tree!

It’s release day for The Broken Tree, and I’m celebrating all week! Starting today, I’m giving an incredible deal on my first two bestselling books for a limited time!

The eBook editions of Beneath a Moonless Sky and Before the Flood are absolutely FREE! This is the first time I’ve ever made it free, so grab it while you can!

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It’s Time for Teaser Tuesday!

We’re two days from the release of The Broken Tree, and I’m happy to give you a final excerpt before it goes live! Today we’re meeting the third couple in The Broken Tree, Elliott and Kate. Enjoy!

The Broken Tree, copyright 2019 Kellie Butler. All rights reserved.

Elliott strolled down the hall and out onto the lush, green lawn that, even in early evening, was still teeming with people. He hadn’t expected such a crowd. Bank holidays usually meant to trips to the beach, but as he gauged the crowd, these were locals that had come out for a relaxing day or evening, and the last hurrah before it was time to return to work. It wasn’t long before he spotted Edward Cavert. He was chatting with families as he moved amongst the crowd with a mega-watt smile. Elliott studied him for a while before he moved on. By all appearances, he acted as owner instead of just a caretaker. He wondered how the Bainbridges felt about that. Hmm.

Elliott nodded at a few people as he ambled across the lawn. He hated this sort of thing more than nearly anything else, but he had to blend in. He was grateful for the tables and chairs placed in the formal garden and took a seat. He observed the crowd as the purple sky of twilight began to fade to indigo.

A little boy near him pulled on his mother’s skirt. “Mommy, are we going to miss the fireworks?”

“I hope not, son. The show is supposed to be more of a spectacle this year.”

The boy seemed placated, but he kept looking up at the ominous dark gray clouds that blanketed the area. Rain was imminent. As swift-moving as they were, perhaps they would empty their contents and move on. Elliott felt for the little boy. He too loved a good firework show when he was that age.

“Excuse me, little chap, would you care for a present?” Elliott asked the boy. The tyke eyed him cautiously and then turned to his mother. Elliott took out a pound and held it up for the boy to see. “See, it’s a pound. Would you like it?”

“Mummy, may I have it?” The boy looked towards his mother for guidance.

“Yes. Say thank you to the gentleman for being so generous.”

The tyke took the note from Elliott’s hand. “Thank you, sir.”

Elliott smiled. “Have you come to see the fireworks?” The boy nodded. “So have I, but I’m not from here. Tell me, when are they going to have it?”

“As soon as it gets dark. We brought our blanket to sit on and watch.” The boy held up a thin cotton blanket.

“And why not? Thank you, my boy. Have a lovely evening.”

Elliott smiled as the little boy stared at the note in his hand as he and his mother continued down the path with their blanket. As his eyes followed the pair, he heard a voice behind him. “Hello, darling. I wondered when you would get here.” He turned around and Kate stood there in a radiant orchid gown. What caught his surprise was the necklace she was wearing.

“My dear, what a unique bauble. Where did you find it?”

“Oh, something that Lydie gave me years ago.”

Elliott nearly choked but kept his calm. “Tell me, have you seen Lydia?”

“Oh, yes. She was with a group of her school friends. She’s getting awfully big. Granted, her dress hides it, but I’ve noticed she’s been a bit tired today.”

“So, you haven’t spoken to her or your brother today?”

“No, I’ve been waiting to see you.”

“Well, let’s go enjoy the fireworks. I’m sure we’ll create some of our own tonight.”

“Elliott, I’ve been thinking about something,” Kate bit her lip.

“Oh, what is that?”

“I rather wonder if we could delay mentioning that to them tonight.”

“My dear, are you ashamed of me?” He stepped back.

“No, of course not.”

“Then why wouldn’t you be happy if I announced our engagement?”

“I suppose with Lydia’s condition and everything, it might be hard.”

“What does that have to do with her pregnancy?”

“It’ll make Henry upset and then she’ll be upset. It won’t be good for the baby.”

“Well, I suppose I couldn’t. Actually, I’ve wanted to talk to you about something. I’ve been thinking that I might take on a nurse to help me and perhaps with you. She’s here at Laurelhurst now and we could take her back with us. Or I could just take her back with me.”

Kate grew pale. “What nurse?”

“Nurse Fielding, the one I told you about. Come dear. I told you I posted a job opening for a nurse and she called. Apparently, she wants to move on.”

Kate’s voice grew cold. “Because she isn’t wanted here anymore. She lashed Bobby and made passes at Henry so Lydie fired her. You do know that she and Edward dated for five years, or did she fail to mention that? Apparently, she thought Henry would be a better husband. All that peroxide has gone to her head.”

“You’re awfully defensive, Kate.”

“I’m not being defensive. I utterly can’t stand that woman. Any chit like that who would leave welts on a child’s chest shouldn’t be taking care of anyone. If you want a chit like her, I hope she gives you bruises after she milks you dry. You deserve what you get,” Kate rose up and walked off.

“Kate,” Elliott rose and went after her. “Don’t make a scene, my dear girl. People are staring at you. Do you think your brother-in-law or sister-in-law want their private affairs laid out in the open? Especially on a day they are inviting people to discover this beautiful place. You want to spare them pain? Then get a hold of yourself.”

Kate stopped and turned around. Elliott stood there, grasping his cane. “I’m sorry.”

“Thankfully only a few people heard you. Hopefully the firework show will make them forget what they heard.”

“They’ve put a lot of work into it. Lydie brought extra blankets. We could sit there.”

“No, let’s find somewhere far away from them. I gave my luggage to a footman. I’m not even sure where I’m staying tonight.”

“Upstairs on the second floor. I’m right across the hall from Henry and Lydie in the master suite. You should see it. It’s gorgeous.”

Elliott tried to not blush from the thought of Lydia reclining in bed. Thankfully the dark sky hid his true feelings. Moments later, the first starbursts of light lit the sky and people around them gazed in delight as colors exploded over the night sky and showered towards the ground. For fifteen minutes there was nothing but joy as the crowd was treated to a display they wouldn’t see again until Bonfire night.

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It’s time for Teaser Tuesday!

Last week I brought you an excerpt from my upcoming release of The Broken Tree that featured Henry and Lydie. This week for #TeaserTuesday I’m featuring another couple in the book, Edward and Tilda. Enjoy!

The Broken Tree, copyright 2019 Kellie Butler. All rights reserved.

As soon as the car had rolled down the drive carrying Henry’s family and Dr. Everby, Edward made his way to put his romantic afternoon plans with Tilda into action. He knew she wouldn’t be busy with work today, so there was no reason she should avoid him. There was no propriety to keep. The moment Lydie had mentioned this morning that her family would be gone for the afternoon, he had ideas rolling through his head.

Tilda had said that she thought that their relationship was a bit of a fun for him, and that simply had not been true. If anything, she was the reason he worked so hard to make a name for himself. He wanted her to have someone she could be proud of. Sometimes that had taken him away from her, but during those long, lonely nights he had thought of her golden curls that tumbled down to her shoulders.

He had left the morning room and had set off towards the kitchen to work up a feast for him and Tilda, if he could distract her away. He had seen her going into Dr. Lane’s office with Henry, all pouty and what not. He wondered what that conversation had been about. Part of him wondered if she had a bit of fixation on Henry. Edward had seen the way she had blushed with him and the deference she gave to his brother-in-law whenever he spoke. There was a quiet confidence to Henry that he had seen plenty of nurses gravitate to back in New York. Fortunately for Edward, Henry had fallen hook, line, and sinker, for Lydie.

He hadn’t seen Henry in several years, though, and goodness knows people changed. Relationships changed. It had hit Edward hard that Tilda hadn’t been receptive to his advances when he returned to Laurelhurst. He had expected a much warmer homecoming. Instead, he had gotten a comparison between himself and his brother-in-law. He almost wondered if he had something to be worried about.

However, he realized that Henry was just as in love with Lydie as he ever had been. Lydie had taken to her bed after their visit with Mrs. Potts, and instead of making his visit with patients, Henry had stayed with her. When they had finally emerged at dinner, although Lydie still appeared slightly shaken and upset, Henry’s calm presence had bolstered her throughout the evening. He shouldn’t have been surprised.  His brother-in-law valued loyalty and stayed true to his commitments.

Yet for some reason Tilda had this fixation on Henry. She almost had a fanatical attachment to them,  so than with any other charges she had ever had. It wasn’t healthy.

Maybe being here these past two years had her yearning for a different sort of life. Perhaps he had been insensitive to her thoughts and needs. He had only thought of himself, thinking that the companionship and camaraderie that she had said she loved here would see help make things easier. Far easier than it had been for him.

Perhaps what she saw in Henry and Lydie was the chance for excitement. He had to do something about it. And then he had thought of it. There had been a few precious possessions that he had requested from his parents. He had heartily agreed that Henry and Lydie would take their gold wedding bands. At the time, he never thought he would get married. But he had asked Lydie for his mother’s engagement ring and she had given it to him gladly.

So, after Henry and Lydie left the house, he went to the kitchen and requested the cook fix up a picnic basket and bring out one of the best bottles of wine, one that he had reserved for Lydie’s homecoming, only to discover she wasn’t drinking. Henry was over-protective of her diet. With the basket ready, he went in search of Tilda, whom he had found straightening the girls’ bed.

“If you keep straightening those pillows, they’re going to come to life,” Edward said as he walked in.

Tilda caressed the pillows. “I just want to make sure everything is as it should be when the family returns.”

“They just left and won’t be back for hours. You’re off-duty, Tilda. Fancy stepping out into the sunlight with me? It’s a gorgeous day and I have a special afternoon planned for us. Come on, let the maids take care of that!”

“Not like I can. Let me finish my duties and then I’ll go out with you.”

“Fair enough,” Edward glanced around the room. Stuffed animals and dolls were on chairs and the floor in the girls’ room. “They have a lot of toys, don’t they?”

“Oh, yes. Nora loves her doll and Suzy loves her bunny.”

“You’re quite attached to them, aren’t you? They’ll be leaving in a few short weeks. Practicing for children of your own?”

“Yes,” she picked up the stuffed white bunny that had fallen on the floor and caressed it. “More than anything but with the right man, of course.”

“Then might I suggest instead of caressing that bunny that you turn your attention to a warm man such as me?”

Tilda sat the bunny down on the quilted coverlet. “I’m looking for someone like Dr. Bainbridge. That’s the kind of man a girl wants.”

“Who happens to be my brother-in-law.”

“I know that, but if your sister found a man like him, I can too! He’s so kind and loyal. He wouldn’t leave his wife for two years and gallivant off to parts unknown, unless he had to. He’d stay with her.”

“So, that is what this is about. You are upset that I was away for two years. It was no picnic, Tilda. You try living in a tent for nearly two years. Since you are so fixated on Henry and Lydie, let me tell you something about them. Henry was in Korea for two years, and Lydie gave him the biggest homecoming when he returned because she loved him. What’s more, Lydie was away for three months in Paris before they married , and Henry had a big welcome home party waiting for her when she opened the door to our flat on her return. They have been away from each other several times, but they have always stayed loyal to each other.

Tilda sighed. “He’d know what to do.”

“What’s all this business about Henry, anyway? Darling, come out to the garden. Please, I have…”

Tilda pushed him away. “Edward, I have asked the Bainbridges if I can go to New York with them as their nurse.”

Edward’s mouth fell open and then shut quickly. “You what? What did they say?”

“Well, I asked Mrs. Lydia first and didn’t seem all that keen about the idea. Threw up all sorts of things I wouldn’t like about it.”

“Mhm, and what did Henry say?”

“He wondered why I was asking him after I had run it by her. He said they would have to discuss it and get back to me.”  Edward’s lips curled into a smile, which made her angry. “What are you grinning about?”

“It’s what I expected from them. Do you think you still have a chance to set sail for America? Has Blighty’s shores become too dull for you?”

“I won’t dismiss it until they do, and why shouldn’t a girl be excited about the chance of living in New York?”

“You lived in London and that wasn’t enough for you?”

“Everything shuts down in London. It’s dead after midnight, but in New York everything is possible! Besides, your sister ended up with a dreamy man.”

“Lydie had her share of heartache, too. The streets of New York aren’t always kind, Tilda. Besides, when will you get the chance to meet this dream man when you’ll be at home with Lydia and the children six days out of the week? She’ll need you.”

“I’ll get my day off. Then I can go into the city and explore. Plus, they are around quality people.”

“And you think you’ll have time to meet one of his colleagues when your primary job will be to take care of the little one so Lydia can actually entertain people? Do you think you’re going to be sitting around the dinner table with them?” Edward backed away towards the door.

“Why not?”

“Because let me give you a word of advice. Although Henry is a compassionate man, he doesn’t suffer fools easily. Your priority had better be doing your job, which in this case is taking care of his wife and children. If he gets any inkling that you’re playing him for a fool, he will not tolerate it. Ever. I’ve seen nurses try to seduce him and it never worked.”

“They aren’t me. I think he’ll see things my way.”

“Do you think Lydia will?”

“She trusts me.”

“She won’t trust you if she thinks you’re trying to make a play for her husband. You try that and you’d be out on your ear faster than you can change your knickers. To think that this afternoon I was going to give you my mother’s engagement ring. I don’t think you deserve it now, because I clearly see for what you are.” Edward turned around and headed towards the door.

“Edward! You didn’t say anything about an engagement ring!”

“I wanted to, but you were too busy thinking about your possible life in America! I’d better go out to the garden. I’m afraid the picnic I planned for us will spoil.” He turned abruptly and left.

“Edward!” Tilda ran after him, but he was already on his way down the stairs. Oh, she had mucked this up.

Teaser Tuesday!

We’re only a couple of short weeks away from the release of The Broken Tree, so it’s time for #teasertuesday!

From The Broken Tree Copyright 2019 by Kellie Butler. All rights reserved.

As they approached the old blackened oak, both Chester and Minstrel stopped abruptly.
“What’s going on?” Henry nudged Chester, but he wouldn’t budge.
Lydie shook her head. “I don’t know. They won’t go near that tree.”
Remnants of the tree lay broken like the remains of a skeleton long forgotten. It’s bare branches reminded Lydie of arms and fingers. Underneath, the ground had withered despite that the surrounding heath was covered in purple flowering heather. Even a few passing birds seemed disturbed by the old tree and refused to take refuge from their flight in its branches.
“They certainly don’t like it.” Henry said.
“I’ve heard about this. There’s something about this tree that no living thing will go near. Don’t you remember me telling you about it before we married?”
“Vaguely, now that the you mention it.”
An overwhelming sense of sadness seemed to emit from the tree. “I’m going to investigate.” Lydie hopped off her horse.
“Lydie don’t,” Henry called but it was too late. “All right, I’m going too.” He dismounted and followed her.
Lydie walked slowly towards the old oak allowing Henry to catch up with her. “I just want to see what’s making the horses so upset.”
“It looks rather sinister to me.”
“An inanimate object, Henry? I’m surprised at you.”
“I’ve heard of a tree like this back in New England. There’s one in Pennsylvania or Delaware called the Witch’s Tree. According to legend, a witch’s soul will take up residence in a dead tree, hence why living things won’t go near it.”
Lydie shook her head. “I would have thought a man of science like you wouldn’t believe old tales. It sounds something out of the film.”
“Yes, but I’m not liking this tree one bit. Look at its trunk.” Henry gestured to the split trunk.
“It appears as if it was struck by lightning.”
“I think you are right. Look at that burn mark. “Henry traced his gaze upwards towards the canopy. “It must be several hundred years old from how massive it is. Look at those limbs down on the ground.”
“They look like fingers coming out to grab you.”
“Lydie, you and your imagination.”
“It’s so silent around here, Henry. Listen.” The haunting sound of the wind rolled across w the deserted heath. She bent down to touch the black bark of the tree.
“Don’t, Lydie. Don’t touch it,” Henry said.
“What is it going to do? Grab me?”
“No, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Henry glanced back at the horses, who pawed at the ground. “Look, the horses are getting antsy. We need to get going.”
“Yes, I think you’re right. That bark is just so odd. Do you see how it appears burnt from the inside out? I can’t describe the markings.”
“Lydie, let’s go, okay? Come on, I’ll help you mount.”

Book Review: No Woman’s Land: a Holocaust novel by Ellie Midwood

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Rating: Five stars

There is historical fiction, and then there’s Ellie Midwood. No Woman’s Land is a superb novel that brings the Minsk Ghetto to life in all of its harsh cruelty with a sense of hope and grace. Reading a story of the dour conditions of the Holocaust can be difficult on a reader, but Ms. Midwood has crafted a powerful story of the meaning of loyalty, friendship, and love in the bitterest of conditions. 

One can’t help but cheer on ghetto occupants Ilse , Rivka, and Liza as they navigate the treacherous dog eat dog world of the ghetto while still holding on to the ultimate thing that keeps them alive: love. Although these three women, and others in the ghetto, come from diverging backgrounds, they form a solidarity as they keep each other together and the hope for freedom alive. Through this narrative, they discover the only thing that keeps one alive is love during the harshest of conditions.
I appreciate Ilse Stein’s character arc as we meet her as a timid, sheltered Jewish girl who arrives in Minsk after she and her sisters are resettled into the ghettos. There she meets women like Rivka and Liza, savvy leaders who lost husbands as the winds of war rage over the eastern front. Isle learns just how strong she is as she vows to survive and keep her sisters safe.
Although disillusioned and jaded, she learns to trust as she meets Willy Schultz, an officer in the Luftwaffe who befriends her. Their love story is sweet, tender, and real as they let their guards down while coming to terms with being from opposing sides.
This book left me wanting to know more of what becomes of Ilse, Willy, Liza, and all of their friends after the book ended, especially because these people existed during World War II. Highly recommended. 

Cover Reveal: The Broken Tree (2)

I’m so thrilled to reveal the cover for The Broken Tree, the third book in The Laurelhurst Chronicles saga, due out August 1, 2019!

An anxious homecoming, a three-hundred-year-old legend, and an obsessed, scorned heir bent on revenge. Welcome back to Laurelhurst.

Fifteen years ago, Lydie Cavert Bainbridge left the dark days of her youth at Laurelhurst Manor behind her. Now thirty-two and mistress of her family’s Lancastrian estate, Lydie is nervous as she and her family of five returns to the storied manor in the summer of 1959.

Not long after they arrive, Lydie and her husband Henry come across an ancient broken oak tree on the edge of the moors that holds a heartbreaking connection to a long-standing enemy who wants nothing better than to destroy Lydie and Henry’s happiness.

As Lydie and Henry’s siblings Edward Cavert and Kate Douglas arrive, they bring a host of new challenges and secret loves that threaten to unravel the bonds between them.

As Laurelhurst’s annual summer bank holiday party approaches, tempers flare, rivalries emerge, and accusations explode that could shatter Henry and Lydie’s world forever. Will the bonds between siblings stay strong, or will they splinter apart like the ancient tree they found near the moors?

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Book Review: The White Venus


The White Venus, The Love and War Series Book Two  by Rupert Colley

Rating: Five Stars


When you trust your enemy more than your family

June 1940. A village in northern France awaits a garrison of conquering Germans. 

To their dismay, 16-year-old Pierre and his parents are forced to accommodate a German major. He is the enemy within their midst and, more pertinently, the unwanted lodger within their home. 

The problem, however, is that the German is annoyingly pleasant. The major, with a son of his own, empathises with Pierre in a way his father has never been able to

But when his father is arrested by the Gestapo, Pierre has to ask where his loyalties lie, and who are his friends and who, exactly, is the enemy. 

Desperate to prove himself a man, Pierre is continually thwarted by those he trusts – his parents, the villagers and especially Claire, the girl he so desires. 

Pierre’s quest brings to the fore a traumatic event in the family’s past, a tragedy never forgotten but never mentioned. Can Pierre confront his trauma, and prove himself a man in a country at war?

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It’s rare that I find a book that I want to read in one sitting, but I stayed up all night reading this brilliant book. Characters move stories, and I was instantly taken with young Pierre. His character arc is superb. He first comes across as this young boy who has difficulty killing a chicken, but as the novel progresses, Pierre finds his strength.

It’s hard not to feel for Pierre as so much of what he thought was true is called into question, yet the novel is filled with humor as a young man’s boyhood antics with his friend Xavier and his perpetual crush on the lovely Claire heighten all the joy and angst of adolescence.

You will laugh and cry as you read this superb read filled with all the wonders and pain of a coming of age tale. I cheered Pierre on all the way. This was my first read of one of Colley’s novels, and I will certainly read the rest of the series.

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Book Review: The Darkest Hour




Today on my blog I’m honored to review the stunning historical fiction anthology The Darkest Hour: A WWII Tales of Resistance featuring novellas by Roberta Kagan, Jean Grainger, Marion Kummerow, Ellie Midwood, Alexa Kang, Mary D. Brooks, Deborah Swift, Kathryn Gauci, John R. McKay, and Ryan Armstrong.

Full disclosure, grab a box of Kleenex and your favorite beverage with this book because you will need it. I connected with characters in such a way I was right there with them. I wish I could say that I read it all in one sitting, but I frequently found myself recovering from such a powerful collection of stories.

I will be the first to admit that I sobbed like a baby with Roberta Kagan’s Bubbe’s Nightingale. I rallied on some fierce heroines in Jean Grainger’s Catriona’s War, Alexa Kang’s The Moon Chaser, Mary D. Brook’s Enemy at the Gates, and Kathryn Gauci’s Code Name Camille. I felt the unbelievable struggle in deciding to choose between your husband and everything else in Marion Kummerow’s Reluctant Informer and Deborah Swift’s The Occupation. I felt right back in Prague in Ellie Midwood’s Killing the Hangman as two brave Czech operatives carried out the perilous mission of assassinating Reinhard Heydrich.  I was swept up with Charles’s small display of protest in  John McKay’s V for Victory as he proved that even small measures can help win a war. I was absolutely terrified for American teen Charles who had the mother of all worst uncles in Ryan Armstrong’s Sound of Resistance. (Seriously, you will need your favorite beverage of choice on that one. I will warn that the language and content was hard to stomach).

As a writer of a teenager heroine in the first book of my series, I will note that loved seeing courageous teens in this anthology. I felt the pain of Brook’s Zoe as she resolved to fight for her Greek homeland after losing her father. I cheered on McKay’s Charles on as he took chalk and paint and boldly marked V for Victory and Vive La France while waiting for his father to come home after being taken prisoner of war. I felt a bond with Armstrong’s Charlie with his love for jazz records amidst his uncle Erich’s brutality.

What always moves me with stories both as a writer and a reader is when I feel so strongly for the character, and each of these ten stories deliver. I loved too the variety of the ages and nationalities of these risk-taking, rule-breaking characters. They were awe-inspiring in courage and heroism. I loved them so much that I am buying more of their work to continue the story.

If you are looking for a good read that will warm these cold winter nights, please read The Darkest Hour. All proceeds go to a worthy cause at the United States Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. If you’re ever in D.C, please go visit this museum. It will fill you with more stories of courage and inspiration amidst darkness.

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