A Merry Christmas Military Book Giveaway by Author Donna Hatch!

Raisin' the Signal Flag

Starting Thanksgiving week, I’d like to share an awesome event that is sure to benefit our military service members overseas. But before I do, I want to thank Lady Donna for her son’s service. Woot!!! And then I want to share that I’m especially thankful to my sons, Air Force and Army, and to you and yours for the selfless sacrifices our dutiful military personnel offer every day of the week.

Please read on…


Author Donna Hatch has a son serving in the Air Force and deployed to the Middle East. To honor him and those brave, unselfish men and women who serve in the US Military, Lady Donna is sponsoring a holiday giveaway. Woo-hoo!!!

As any reader knows, reading can be a great escape to help ease homesickness which strikes harder during the holidays. Our military servicemen and women are on call 24/7 to protect our interests abroad and make life safer for…

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Lies, Spies, and Unsung Heroes: Espionage and the British Empire

Dirty, Sexy History

queen_elizabeth_i_sir_francis_walsingham_william_cecil_1st_baron_burghley_by_william_faithorne_2 Engraving of Elizabeth I with William Cecil (left) and Francis Walsingham (right)

We’ve loved our spy fiction for over 100 years. The early years of the twentieth century saw the start of the genre, with Kim, by Rudyard Kipling, several books by Joseph Conrad, The Scarlet Pimpernel, by Baroness Orczy, even some of the Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sexy heroes, thrilling encounters, mysterious beautiful women, and ghastly villains. Spy novels had it all. How things have changed.

Disreputable and dishonest

In the past, spying was a murky hidden business, and spies despised as liars who sold their honour. The British Secret Service was not founded until the twentieth century, and before that spies were seen as dishonest and disreputable. Yet without them, the history of England would be very different.

Henry VIII and Elizabeth I both had spymasters whose extensive spy networks helped keep…

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Out of My Comfort Zone

The Quirks of Quen

Two years ago, I had a miscarriage. That same autumn, my father’s health took a turn for the worse, and over that winter and spring, he deteriorated until he finally passed away in June of last year. Over that time, especially when I came home from the hospital after losing the baby and found myself dealing with depression, I wrote.

It wasn’t a planned out story. There was no outline, nothing specific I had in mind. I simply put words down on the page, as fast as my fingers could type them, as if the thoughts were bleeding out of me faster than I could staunch the wound.

And what came out was not something I had tackled before. My previous stories were… cleaner. This one was definitely more mature. It was darker, more “rough” as one friend put it (though not rough in writing style, she pointed out, but…

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