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Lover of classic literature—History Buff—Leah Lindeman graduated with honours from the Institute of Children's Literature. She's published three novels. Her fourth one will be released July 27, 2020.



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Historical Fiction
(Fic)
Scathed Bones
by Leah Lindeman


Almost two years after outwitting her blackmailer and father's murderer and discovering her father's gold vein, Rose Wood returns to the Cariboo region of BC to reunite with her fiance and prepare for her wedding. However, missing persons and evil practices upend her happy return. Can she and Dave, her fiancé, work together after so much time apart to catch a serial killer? "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1

Glorious land! Goodbye to stomaching rat-eaten cheese, vomiting the contents of supper because her body had succumbed to food poisoning, tasting wine only to spit it out because vinegar had somehow taken its place in the bottle! Rose thanked the Lord the ship’s crew had bought new supplies at the port of her Mother’s beloved birthplace Ushuaia, cradled in the bosom of Tierra del Fuego. If they hadn’t…

She had weighed the benefits versus the dangers of embarking on the longes...







Historical Fiction
(Fic)
Ghost of my Heart
by Leah Lindeman


Eleven years after Gerald MacCrae's execution, Evelyn finds a haunting memento from the past that dares question what she believes to be true. A seemingly innocent new acquaintance shatters the structure of her world, propelling her to embark on a journey of forgiving oneself and of loving without parameters. "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1

The sheets beneath Evelyn Richardson’s hand were scrunched; the folded layers were not enough of a deterrent for the nails digging into her palm. A brush of skin—Carl was awakening. That had not been her intention. It never was.

Carl gently brushed aside a sweep of her hair from her face buried deep within her pillow. “Again?”

Evelyn nodded, her face and pillow damp from the tears she must have wept as she watched the horrifying scene play before her. She was unable to...












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