Ghostly Melodies: Book One of The Dancing Princesses
Release Date: 1 March 2019
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‘Music tumbled out across the lawn, palpable as a wind. It seized them, whirled them about, and they danced like bright-colored butterflies across the grass …’
When singer-songwriter Zoe Banks is reunited with her father, Riccardo King, she hopes her life will improve. But life in this mansion is far from idyllic: her half-sisters resent her, and now she’s expected to have a bodyguard? Granted, this Jubilee seems pretty hot, but still …
Ex-soldier Jubilee Johnson never planned to work in personal security. But when three old women present him with a high-tech cloak and a job, he’s powerless to resist. At least now he gets a chance to meet the beautiful singer, Zoe.
Events take an unexpected turn when Zoe and her sisters appear with bloody feet and no memory of where they’ve been. Riccardo is furious – years ago, his oldest daughter, Alice was kidnapped. Is Zoe’s new bodyguard even up to the job?
But as Jubilee gradually uncovers Riccardo’s secrets, he realizes: time is running out. Can Jubilee prevent a repetition of the past, or will Zoe be the next daughter to disappear?
Ghostly Melodies is Book One of The Dancing Princesses – a new series of fairytales set in the present day. Because there’s magic everywhere, just waiting to be found.
Magic is in the Air
Discover Alice: A Short Story … Set in Berlin, Alice is a tale about magic at Christmas. Alice is both a (long) short story and an introduction to The Dancing Princesses – a new, exciting series that’s coming in 2019.
(Just for fun, Alice also comes with a Spotify soundtrack – Scheherazade Dreaming)
Fatima, street-performer and musician, is approached by an enigmatic stranger to play a single concert. Although she needs the money, something about this man makes her wary …
“In Hollywood, the pavement held the names of stars: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley. But here in Berlin, the sidewalk marked the dead.
Small bronze plaques, set into the cobbles, remembered those that had once lived on the street, before they had been taken by the Nazis. The plaques said little about the people, only their names, ages and where they’d died. Dachau, perhaps, or Treblinka, or Auschwitz.
Fatima set up her violin and laid her empty case, open for stray coins, near the Kessler family: Mama, Papa (Rachel and David) and their three children (Solomon, Rebecca and Hanna). They had been murdered in various camps in 1943. At first Fatima had felt a strange guilt for playing beside them, but later she came to think of the Kesslers as her own, and as autumn turned to winter she often forgot her living patrons and played solely for the dead.
Usually, when she played light classics, Debussy and Chopin, Hanna appeared, glasses glinting and her fingers caught between the pages of a heavy-looking book. Hanna had been a bookworm. Solomon and Rebecca, who were both musical children, preferred Hayden or Beethoven.
Mozart usually brought the whole family out in force, and once when she played Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, she was sure she heard Frau Kessler performing an accompaniment.”