Blog Tour: Casa Paradiso by Francesca Scanacapra
Today as the start of the blog tour, I am sharing an extract from Casa Paradiso: 300 Years in the Life of a House.Casa Paradiso is a recent release and the fourth book in the Paradiso Novels.
Book Description:
Lombardy, Northern Italy, 1637
Cristó Lovetta, a skilled stonemason, arrives in the rural village of Pieve Santa Clara to work on a nobleman’s house.
Haunted by a tragic past, Cristó wonders if he will ever find happiness again. However, as he immerses himself in his work, the warmth of the community and the beauty of the landscape convince him to begin a new life there.
Cristó designs and builds his own house, which he names Casa Paradiso. Over the centuries, Casa Paradiso becomes home to many generations, standing testament to lives beginning and ending, and witnessing the everyday challenges and triumphs of its inhabitants – from love lost and found, to the tragedies of war, the far-reaching consequences of political decisions made by powerful men and the evolving role of women in Italian society.
Casa Paradiso – the fourth installment of the Paradiso Novels – is a shining, evocative saga spanning three hundred years in the life of a very special house, and a book that explores the enduring strength of the human spirit, contrasted with the transient nature of life itself.
Buy your copy of Casa Paradiso here.
Note from the author: This extract begins in 1739, a century after Paradiso was built. One of the subsequent generations has produced twin boys, Ugo and Moreno, whose differences are striking and causes violent problems between them.
1739
UGO LOVETTA
The Lovetta boys, Ugo and Moreno, were fraternal twins, and although not dissimilar in appearance, they were like day and night in temperament. From the moment he had torn his way bawling into the world, it was clear that Ugo was the more forceful character. He did all he could to assert his dominance and to torment his brother with pokes and pinches, shoves and slaps. This caused not only Moreno, but also their parents, significant anguish.
‘What am I to do with that boy?’ Ma Lovetta would despair. She couldn’t leave the twins alone for a minute or set them down to sleep in the same bed. The moment her back was turned, Ugo would start on Moreno, who despite his placid nature would not take his brother’s attacks without defending himself.
Dealing with Ugo’s aggressive tendencies became evermore difficult as the boys grew. Scuffles and tussles escalated to fights involving sticks and stones and all manner of improvised weapons. When he wasn’t physically attacking his brother, Ugo delighted in trying to get Moreno into trouble for things he himself had done. He was never believed, and this led to more problems. Ugo would protest his innocence, say it wasn’t fair and rile that his parents showed blatant favouritism towards his twin brother.
Many said that Pa Lovetta was too soft and what Ugo needed was a good walloping to bring him into line. Pa Lovetta was a big, gentle man who did not believe in raising his mighty hand to anybody, let alone to his own children. He was driven to do so only twice when the circumstances had been life-threatening. The first time, when the boys had been eight years old and he had caught Ugo chasing Moreno with a pitchfork and clearly intending to cause him permanent damage with it. The second time, for throwing a brick through the kitchen window. Pa Lovetta struck his son not for smashing the glass, but more precisely because at the time Ugo lobbed the brick, he had been aiming it at Moreno’s head. Ugo took the spankings whilst laughing at his father and showed no remorse. He resolutely refused to apologise to his brother.
The incidents with the pitchfork and the brick were not the last of the brothers’ altercations. However, when Moreno began to grow bigger than Ugo, and by the age of eleven had overtaken him by over three inches in height and several pounds in weight, Ugo’s enthusiasm for picking fights with his brother decreased. He turned his attentions to other forms of baiting instead, such as mocking his twin with smart-mouth jibes and jeers and name-calling. Moreno could give as good as he got, and often he did, although most of the time it was easier to ignore the insults and get on with his own things. Unlike Ugo, Moreno was always willing to assist his mother around the house and garden and loved nothing more than going out for the day to help his father in the fields.
Bored with goading his goody-goody twin brother, Ugo sought other amusements, and there was entertainment a-plenty to be had with his best friend, Aldo. As far as Ugo was concerned, Aldo was the brother he should have had – a partner in crime who shared his tearaway spirit. What a tight little gang they became! They were both boisterous in nature and keen to throw their weight around. Many of the boys in the village were scared of them. Picking on those who were smaller and weaker provided Ugo and Aldo endless thrills. They also developed a taste for practical jokes, such as letting livestock out of their enclosures, scrumping and setting things alight. Whenever the priest, or the mayor, or some angry villager turned up at Casa Paradiso with a face like thunder, Pa Lovetta would greet them with the same weary words – ‘What’s Ugo done now?’
By the time the twins turned thirteen, it was clear to the Lovetta parents that if something was not done to regulate Ugo’s behaviour, he would end up either in prison, or dead – and sooner rather than later. He was old enough, and certainly big enough, to go to work, but with his unruly reputation, finding someone willing to employ him was easier said than done. None of the farms would have him, and as he had expressed a visceral contempt for working the land, even if one of the local farmers had been desperate enough, or foolish enough, to give him a chance, Ugo wouldn’t have gone anyway. Trying to force him was more trouble than it was worth. The blacksmith and the wheelwright refused to consider Ugo, both stating that they did not trust him around their fires. Similarly, various carpenters, masons and roofers expressed concern about giving Ugo access to sharp or heavy tools. Ugo was a liability, they all said, and most of them added that if Moreno wanted a job, they’d be happy to employ him instead. Eventually, after much asking, begging and prayer, Pa Lovetta managed to secure an apprenticeship for Ugo at the local sawmill as a general labourer. The sawmill boss had the reputation of being a tough, no-nonsense fellow. Pa Lovetta hoped that he would be a positive influence on his errant son, and that he would teach him the things which he had failed to, such as respect, compliance and a good work ethic.
About the Author:
Francesca Scanacapra was born in Italy to an English mother and Italian father, and her childhood was spent living between England and Italy. Her adult life has been somewhat nomadic with periods spent living in Italy, England, France, Senegal and Spain. She describes herself as ‘unconventional’ and has pursued an eclectic mixture of career paths – from working in translation, the fitness industry, education and even several years as a builder. In 2021 she returned to her native country and back to her earliest roots to pursue her writing career full time. Francesca now resides permanently in rural Lombardy in the house built by her great-grandfather which was the inspiration for her Paradiso Novels: Paradiso, Return to Paradiso, The Daughter of Paradiso and Casa Paradiso. Her novel The Lost Boy of Bologna was also published by Silvertail Books.
Contact Francesca:
Twitter/ X @francescascana2
Instagram @francescascana2
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Blog Tour: Blood Matters by Ian McFadyen
Today as a part of the blog tour, I am sharing a guest post from Ian McFadyen, author of Blood Matters. Blood Matters is a recent release and Ian discusses the reason why we read and love thrillers: The Twist! Do we figure the big twist out or not!?!?! Me, I prefer to NOT figure it out and have my mind blown!
Book Description:
When the body of Doug Pritchard, an aging music journalist with a history of sensational scoops, is found face down in a dark roadside ditch, DCI Carmichael and his team embark on an investigation that takes them in several directions.
What did Pritchard uncover?
Did that secret bring about his violent demise?
And do the tragic deaths of two local pop idols, twenty years before, have any relevance to his murder?
As DCI Carmichael delves deeper into the case it becomes clear that, despite the outwardly close connections of the residents of the small hamlet of High Maudsey, neither long term friendships nor family ties should be taken at face value.
This the tenth in his series of well-honed detective novels by Ian McFadyen featuring DCI Carmichael, leads the detective and his team through as many twists and turns as the quiet country lane where Doug Pritchard’s body was discovered.
As with all McFadyen’s Carmichael novels, this book is packed with a host of intriguing characters and an expertly crafted plot; and once again the author displays his skill as a writer in the great tradition of English crime novels.
Purchase Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
The Twist
Having a clever and enticing plot and introducing a range of vivid, life-like, and interesting characters are paramount for any successful murder story. However, in my view, the kernel of all the best and most memorable whodunits has to be its twist.
I read once that ‘plot twists can be a thrill for the reader, but they’re overwhelming for the writer’. I’d agree with that.
If the novel is constructed in such a way that the reader has absolutely no inkling it’s coming, and when it’s revealed to the audience it is as plausible to them as it is surprising, then the twist will elevate the story to a new level.
And why just have one twist, if the book has sub-plots or a series of red herrings, why not introduce a little twist with those, to add even more intrigue and, dare I say, confusion in the reader’s mind – particularly if your twist reveals that a character high on the reader’s list of suspects is, in fact, innocent of the main crime and there’s a credible reason why they have been behaving in a way you ( the reader) thought was suspicious.
If you don’t agree with me, I’d ask you to just think of your favourite murder mystery books. I’m sure they all will have many, many truly wonderful elements – the setting, the use of language, the plot, the characters for example. However, I’d wager it’s the twist that you remember.
When thinking about a new Carmichael book it’s the twist that almost always comes first. Whether it’s a character who isn’t all they seem to be, a misunderstanding which only comes to light late on in the story, or a lie that’s not unearthed at first, the twist is my starting point.
For my books, it’s only once the twist is fleshed out in my head that I feel I can then create a storyline. A plot that builds up to that twist being revealed to the reader. Then using my team of ever-present detectives and introducing new characters, I attempt to take the reader on a journey that leads to the twist.
One of my favourite twists is in The Death of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie. I’ll not share the details here, for obvious reasons, but if you’ve not read that particular book, I’d recommend you give it a whirl.
However, if pushed, I’d say my favourite twist was in the TV programme, Tales of the Unexpected in 1979. In an episode written by Roald DahI, called ‘Lamb to the Slaughter’, the twist is delicious! If you haven’t seen it, look it up on YouTube.
I’ll obviously not be sharing the twist in my latest book, ‘Blood Matters’, but I hope you enjoy it when it arrives.
About the Author:
Ian McFadyen was born in Liverpool and enjoyed a successful career in marketing before becoming a writer. He lives in Hertfordshire with his wife but spends a great deal of his time writing in his bolthole retreat on the Norfolk / Suffolk border. Blood Matters is the tenth in a series featuring DCI Carmichael.
Contact Ian:
Twitter / X: @ianMcFadyen1
Instagram: @ianwmcfadyen
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Blog Tour: An Extract from The Aftermath by Paul Gitsham
Today as a part of the blog tour, I am sharing an extract from The Aftermath by Paul Gitsham. And TODAY is release day for it! Happy release day! And I do like this cover!
Book Description:
The Fire. The Fallout. The Aftermath.
Seamus Monaghan is still haunted by the unexplained fire that killed his vibrant but troubled wife, Carole, three years ago. Why was she taken from him in such a horrific way?
Dominic has protected his brother, Seamus, since they were orphaned as young boys. But is that bond strong enough to survive the fallout from the fire?
Andrea loves her fiancé Seamus, but will the fire’s aftermath destroy their future together?
Time moves on, but can the embers of the past ever be truly extinguished?
Purchase Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Author’s Note:
This is from the opener of the novel. It’s three years before the main setting of the book, and Seamus Monaghan’s life is about to come crashing down.
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Primary Fire. Serious risk to life and property.
The shed was fully ablaze as Crew Manager Matt Brown burst through the kitchen doors and out into the garden. He caught the familiar odours as he pulled his breathing mask across his face. Wood smoke, burning roof felt, and something no firefighter ever wanted to smell.
To the left of the shed, a man in a shirt and trousers was on his hands and knees retching. Beside him a garden hose pumped water ineffectually onto the path. The water pressure this far from town was crap; they’d have to pull their hoses through the house and use the appliance’s water pumps to douse the inferno.
“I can’t get the door open,” the man wheezed. “I can’t get in.” A series of coughs wracked his body, and he threw up on the lawn.
Behind him, Brown heard the thud of boots as his colleagues followed him.
Pausing to size up the challenge ahead, he hefted the crowbar in his hand, then approached the conflagration.
The wooden outbuilding was completely alight, flames licking its roof.
Deliberate, he thought. Treated wooden sheds didn’t just spontaneously catch fire.
The shed door was reinforced with a high-security lock and two padlocks, one at the top and one at the bottom. They were both hanging from their hasps.
He reached for the handle with his insulated gloves and gave it a firm twist. Nothing, it was locked.
“I can’t find the keys,” the man gasped, before coughing again.
“Come with me mate, it’s not safe.” Brown heard his crewmate’s soothing voice behind him. Even through his protective suit, the heat was fearsome.
He inserted the crowbar between the lock and the door jamb and levered it back. With a splintering crunch, the door opened.
Behind him he heard scuffling and a surprised grunt from his colleague. “Woah mate, stay with me.”
Turning, Brown blocked the entrance to the burning shed and grabbed the flailing homeowner.
“No mate, no mate, you don’t want to see in there,” he said, struggling to stop the man from going any further.
One glance and years of experience had told him that once seen, the inside of the shed could never be unseen.
The man let out a shrieking scream. “Carole!”
About the Author:
Paul Gitsham started his career as a biologist, working in such exotic locales as Manchester and Toronto. After stints as the world’s most over-qualified receptionist and a spell making sure that international terrorists and other ne’er do wells hadn’t opened a Junior Savings Account at a major UK bank (a job even less exciting than being a receptionist) he retrained as a Science Teacher. He now spends his time passing on his bad habits and sloppy lab-skills to the next generation of enquiring minds.
Paul has always wanted to be a writer and his final report on leaving primary school predicted he’d be the next Roald Dahl! For the sake of balance it should be pointed out that it also said “he’ll never get anywhere in life if his handwriting doesn’t improve”. Twenty five years later and his handwriting is worse than ever but millions of children around the world love him.*
*This is a lie, just ask any of the pupils he has taught.
Contact Paul:
Website
Facebook @DCIJones
Instagram @paulgitsham
Twitter/X @dcijoneswriter
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