#BlogTour #Excerpt for The Tory (The Rebels and Redcoats Saga, Book #1) by T.J. London @hfvbt @TJLondonAuthor

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It is the winter of 1776, and Captain John Carlisle, one of His Majesty’s not-so-finest, has gone back to the scene of the crime to right a wrong so dark it left a permanent stain on what was once an illustrious career and left a man broken, defeated, in search of justice…

In an effort to win back his commission, he must discover the true nature of the relationship between the Six Nations of the Iroquois and the Colonial Army. Undercover as a war profiteer, John travels to the treacherous Mohawk River Valley and infiltrates local society, making friends with those he’s come to betray.

But a chance meeting with a beautiful half Oneida innkeeper, whose tragic history is integrally linked to his own, will provide him with the intelligence he needs to complete his mission—and devastate her people.

Now, as the flames of war threaten to consume the Mohawk Valley, John has the chance to not only serve King and country, but to clear his name. When the truth he uncovers ties his own secrets to those in the highest positions of the British military and threatens the very life of the woman he’s come to love, he will be forced to make a choice…

“The pages fly as you immerse yourself in this fantastic adventure.” – RT Book Reviews



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Bouncing the last one of his coins on the desk, John watched as it rolled onto the floor and fell between the cracks in the floorboards. Getting down on his hands and knees, he fingered the wood, pulling at the panels, trying to pry them loose, but to no avail; the coin was gone. Damn, now he was short the money to buy a bottle of scotch. Leaning against the stone wall, he put his head in his hands, smoothing his hair out of his face, the left-over tallow sticking to his palms helping to further slick it back. Looking at his left hand, he pulled off his gold pinky ring, rolling it between his fingers. He had no need for his family signet, they’d long since disowned him, but it would fetch a reasonable price.

Putting the ring in the pouch, he yelled again, “Lieutenant!”

His subordinate appeared at the door, his crimson coat and navy blue facings so perfectly arranged one would have thought he was serving for General Howe himself, and not in a military gaol. And why not? That’s how it should be no matter where one served, gaol or battlefield. John did his duty to the best of his ability. Had he not always done his duty for King and country? King and country. He chuckled to himself again, so much hubris in those words, touted by proud soldiers who used them as an excuse for diabolical actions. But in truth, King George cared nothing about the cost of the war, only that the colonies remained obedient and firmly in his grasp. And John’s conscience, well, that was his cross to bear. Yes, he craved honor and glory just like any soldier, yet for some reason, he lacked the ability to reconcile the atrocities inflicted on his fellow man in the name of the crown. It was his duty to serve his King and England, but could a man answer to his conscience and be a good soldier at a time of war?

Handing over the pouch, John nodded as the lieutenant took it. “Please get me the largest bottle of scotch or rum this will purchase. Go now, and bring back what’s left over.”

John walked over to the window, the moonlight shining in, casting silvery shadows on the floor. In the trees, he swore he saw the woman pointing at him, her jet-black hair blowing in the breeze while she chanted her breathy refrains, her song as familiar to him as God Save the King.

“I know what you want,” he whispered to her. “But there is no justice to be had for either of us.” Unlike the tenacious Karma, Justice was an elusive mistress, blind to his plight and forever just beyond his reach.



03_TJ LondonT.J. London is a rebel, liberal, lover, fighter, diehard punk, and pharmacist-turned-author who loves history. As an author her goal is to fill in the gaps, writing stories about missing history, those little places that are so interesting yet sadly forgotten. Her favorite time periods to write in are first and foremost the American Revolutionary War, the French Revolution, the French and Indian War, the Russian Revolution and the Victorian Era. Her passions are traveling, writing, reading, barre, and sharing a glass of wine with her friends, while she collects experiences in this drama called life. She is a native of Metropolitan Detroit (but secretly dreams of being a Londoner) and resides there with her husband Fred and her beloved cat and writing partner Mickey.


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