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Friday, 10 April 2026

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About the Book

Love Always Lindisfarne

Return to Northumberland where happy ever afters await…

Take a magical trip to stunning Northumberland via the pages of this feel-good romantic comedy by award winning writer Kimberley Adams.

Full of warmth and joy, it will leave you with a wide smile and a yearning to visit this iconic location in person.

When the almost unbelievable truth about Kittiwake Penaluna’s heritage comes to light, the residents are shocked, but in true island fashion they rally together to protect their fledgling chick as she faces life-changing revelations.

Meanwhile, the island mourns the loss of its beloved village butcher, and the closure of the shop on Main Street leaves a hole at the heart of the community. Then, when other businesses unexpectedly close, rumours begin to circulate about who might be behind the unsettling changes.

As familiar faces depart, new ones arrive, but not everything is as it seems. And when a despised figure from the past returns, old tensions resurface and the island is thrown into further turmoil.

Amid the chaos, Ellie and Zen finally begin preparing for their long-awaited wedding, but as always on the island, nothing goes quite according to plan. With difficult decisions to make and obstacles to overcome, they soon discover that they can weather any storm, because love always endures on Lindisfarne…

Pre-order Links

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GSN2GHNQ

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GSN2GHNQ

Publication Date: 21st May 2026

Author Bio –

Kim was born in Corbridge in Northumberland and still lives in this gorgeous corner of the world. Passionate about the area, Kim tends to set her work in the northeast, and why not considering the wealth of stunning scenery and the warm-hearted locals, both of which constantly give her ideas for future writing endeavours.

Kim’s debut Love Lindisfarne was released October 2023 and from its first cover release on social media gained momentum, taking Kim totally by surprise. Kim had never envisaged writing more than one book, but here we now are at number four, three Lindisfarne book and a Christmas novella called the Christmas Angel of the North which is about a nana and her granddaughter and set in Newcastle.

Kim finds most of her inspiration mooching around cafes across the Northeast where she ‘overhears’ some of the funniest and warmest things that are stored away for future use (anonymously of course!) If you see her, buy her some cake, then she promises never to write about you – unless you want her to of course!

Kim is very proud of her ratings on Amazon and if you want to read reviews for her previous books just pop on and you will be able to see just why Kim gets quite emotional over some of the lovely things that have been said about the books! If you do enjoy the books, please try and leave a rating or review, you don’t even have to have bought the book from Amazon, but each rating helps towards getting the system to recognise Kim and her books.

Social Media Links –

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FB Page – Love Lindisfarne

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Thursday, 9 April 2026

My Coffee Pot Book Tour Guest: David Loux - The Lost Seigneur

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Book Title: The Lost Seigneur

Series: A Chateau Laux Odyssey, Book #2

Author Name: David Loux

Publication Date: October 7, 2025

Publisher: Wire Gate Press

Pages: 226

Genre: Historical Fiction / Literary Fiction

Any Triggers: The book contains imprisonment and non-graphic sex.

The Lost Seigneur is a sequel to the award-winning Chateau Laux.

It is the story of Jean-Pierre du Laux, a nobleman in southern France, who was wrongly imprisoned during a time of religious intolerance and subsequently endeavors to return to his family. Many years have passed since he saw them, and his long incarceration has broken his health.

Any reunion would clearly have been impossible, without the unlikely help of a youthful companion that he meets along the way.

Buy Links:

Ebook Universal link: https://books2read.com/u/4DMa0k

Paperback universal link: https://mybook.to/The-Lost-Seigneur

Author Bio:

David Loux is the author of Chateau Laux, a critically acclaimed, award-winning novel that tells the story of a shocking incident in eighteenth century America. His second novel, The Lost Seigneur expands on the themes detailed in Chateau Laux. and completes the story of a French family’s migration to America in the eighteenth century.

He lives in the Eastern Sierra with his wife, Lynn.

Author Links:

Website:

https://www.wiregatepress.com

Twitter / X:

https://x.com/@ChateauLaux

Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/davidlouxauthor

Book Bub:

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/david-loux

Amazon Author Page:

https://www.amazon.com/author/davidloux

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20987947.David_Loux

read an excerpt

Chapter One

The afternoon turned the worn hue of an old silver coin as Magdalena began the daily ritual of closing up the lonely château, which sat on a plot of cultivated land in the new-world colony of Penn’s Woods, not far from the western frontier. First, she checked the bolt on the front door as well as the one that led from the mudroom to her husband’s vineyard. Then she pulled the heavy drapes on the long windows, shutting out the meadow views on one side of the house and the distant line of oak forest on the other. The house was now in deep gloom, and she lit the lamps in the great room, where she intended to sit in front of the unlit fireplace and await the further advance of the coming night.

Before settling down with her book, however, she tidied up the kitchen. The iron skillet needed to be scrubbed and her plate and single setting of silverware washed. Her husband, Lawrence, had installed a drain in the sink—it was one of the little improvements he was always coming up with—and she poured the wastewater away while the dishes air-dried on a tea towel. Then, satisfied that all was in order at last, she retired to her waiting chair.

The château had two stories, and the upper level loomed with a presence that was not quite ominous. In the winters, the upstairs became so frigid that water froze in the glass by the bedside. Now, however, the summer heat gathered like a woolen blanket, making her feel hot and itchy. As a distraction from thinking about the upstairs furnace lying in wait, she usually read until fatigue crept over her with enough force that sleep would beckon. Remus had no problem getting comfortable wherever he happened to be, she thought, her gaze stealing to the mastiff at her feet. Magdalena’s father had given her the dog as a puppy on her wedding day, and now, at three years old, it lay with its jowly head on her foot, reassuring her with its company.

A sudden knock on the door startled her. Remus picked up his head and gave a throaty woof. Setting her book aside, Magdalena rose and made her way to the foyer, the dog padding at her side.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“It’s the post, ma’am—from the stage depot,” a youthful voice piped, and Remus issued a low growl. After the death of his first wife, Catharine, who had been Magdalena’s older sister, Lawrence was loath to leave her alone. But he was in the Pennsylvania assembly now, which met in Philadelphia, a two-day ride away. He had wanted Magdalena to accompany him. But while she was glad to be out of her mother’s house, she couldn’t stand the thought of being too far removed, either, which meant that during her husband’s absences, the post was their only means of keeping in touch.

A young man stood on the threshold, his face glowing in the lamplight. Behind him, where his horse patiently waited, the last silvern vestiges of the waning day had given way to the creeping purples of twilight. The cicadas were particularly loud this year, and the coming night seemed to drive them into a frenzy. Their thundering chorus made it hard even to think.

“Thank you,” Magdalena said, accepting the letter the young postman withdrew from the leather pouch that hung around his neck. The lad beamed when she dropped a couple of coins in his palm, and waved cheerfully as he turned away. After climbing up onto his horse, he waved again, and Remus let out another growl.

“Oh, calm down, you,” Magdalena said, glancing affectionately at her companion as she shut the door and rebolted it. The dog looked up at her, his eyes rolling, and she reached down and scratched behind his ear.

Heading into the kitchen, she placed the letter on the oversized wooden table and lit the lamp that sat on the counter. Visitors to the château were not unwelcome, but they created a disturbance like a draft on the neck—or were she more like Remus, hair rubbed the wrong way. It was an agitation that she didn’t want to take into the great room, where her book waited. So, she placed a kettle on the heating plate of the kitchen hearth and added a couple more sticks of kindling underneath. She assumed the letter was from her husband and felt the tingle of suspense.

Once the water in the kettle had warmed, she poured a mug and added an infuser of tea leaves. She opened the letter with a knife from the block on the counter, then sat down rather ceremoniously at the table.

The letter was written in an unfamiliar longhand. It took time to read. Without thinking, she had placed the kettle back on the heating plate and it started to bubble and spit. Her hand began to shake. She read the letter again and yet a third time before lowering it to the table and staring into space.