Friday, 6 November 2026

My Out of This World Spotlight Guest - Richard Dee

Thanks, Helen, for the opportunity to talk about my books. It’s hard to believe that I’ve written over thirty novels in the last fifteen or so years. Where they all came from, I have no idea, but now I see their worlds in my head all the time.

I was always a reader, a devourer of other people's words. The idea that I might write some of my own was a strange concept for much of my life. My teachers had always told me that I couldn’t write to save my life. For years, I believed them. My writing was confined to reports, official documents, statements of fact.

I travelled for my job. I spent forty years at sea, on merchant ships. I saw and did things that many people aren’t fortunate enough to experience. That’s a whole other story in itself. What I never realised was that my mind was storing it all up and waiting for the time when it could be repackaged as fiction.

Then I had the dream. It wasn’t any old dream, oh, no. This one kept repeating. I saw the same thing every night. In the end, I wrote it all down, which seemed to unlock more of the same. Before I really knew it, I had a story. 

My first character was like me, a cargo-ship man, except he was travelling in space. I guess all those years of reading Sci-fi had inspired me to write in that genre.

I finished that book and didn’t really know what to do with it. It was only several years later when I realised that it wasn’t a simple story, but the second part of a trilogy.

While all this was going on, I was still working as a ship’s pilot on the River Thames. However, I had to stop work due to a shoulder problem, which prevented me from climbing ladders safely. I used the sick leave to write another book, based on something that had almost happened to me. Again, it was set in the future, on another planet.

I never returned to work. After an operation, I took early retirement and concentrated on writing. Fame and fortune were never the point. I just wanted to write, to prove my teachers wrong. I found an editor, someone to make sense of it all and help me to produce a polished product that other people could read without getting annoyed at all the errors. 

Then, I started self-publishing the novels. I never bothered trying to go the traditional route and get an agent. I could still hear my teachers telling me it was a waste of time. Because of them, I guess I suffer from imposter syndrome. Hence, I never really put much effort into selling the books.  The art of marketing was and is a mystery to me.

Through it all, the stories kept coming. There was Steampunk (High-tech Victoriana), an amateur detective whose adventures started as a bet but had now become a multi-title series, and so many more. At the latest count, I’ve somehow produced over thirty novels, a textbook and more than two hundred short stories. Somehow, my brain refuses to stop giving me ideas. I only have to overhear a conversation in a coffee shop, or see something and wonder what might happen next and off we go again.

While what I write may be classed as speculative fiction, it has two things at its heart. First, I believe that when we move away from this planet and explore, we will take all our good and bad with us. Our lives, emotions, everything we say and do will remain the same, just in a different setting. Ordinary people will still do extraordinary things. My books explore human emotions in unfamiliar settings.

Second, everything has to sound true. It might not be true, but it must be based on real science, extrapolated into a possible new world. I spend a long time in research to ensure that what I produce is as accurate as I can make it.

So, what are the stories about? 
(Without giving too much of the plots away.)

There are several series; my favourite is Andorra Pett. She’s a character created from a mixture of my wife and my three daughters, all their good and bad points in one place. A woman wronged, one who took herself off to a space station orbiting Saturn, there to have adventures, solving crime and staying alive in a world that’s not so far from today. She’s been described as “Miss Marple meets Agatha Raisin, in space.”

Then there’s the Steampunk. These are Boys Own style adventures, set in Victorian times that have grown up. Steam and clockwork power a world without Oil and Electricity. That hasn’t proved a barrier to progress; there are fiendish gadgets, mad professors, strong women and a sense of derring-do. Featuring The Orphan Detectives, a secret society keeping the land safe, amongst others.

The Sci-fi series feature Dave Travise, my alter-ego, a trader with a past and the Balcom family, a mega-corporation who run planets. Naturally, there are plenty of opportunities for adventure there.

These series have inspired spin-off adventures and short stories, where minor characters are given a chance to shine. Characters like Kalyn Deere, a bounty hunter, Captain Starlight, a housewife superhero in 1950s America; or Raf, a Galactic explorer with only an AI computer for company.

As for my stand-alone stories, there’s an assassin who has one last job, a man who lives a second life in his dreams, a tale of survival against the odds, medical miracles, missing children, and reincarnation. And, just for variety, a swords and sorcery tale of beings from another world.

And all that came from a dream. I know, it’s pretty mind-boggling. If only I could tell my teachers what happened when I finally got over their negativity.

All my books are available on Amazon, in both eBook, and paperback format. They’re also included in Kindle Unlimited (now Kindle+). Several have been made into audiobooks.

Where you can find me.

I have a website, at 
https://richarddeescifi.co.uk/ 
I post there twice a week, there are also lots of free short stories and details of all my books.

I’m on Substack at 
https://richarddee2.substack.com/
Here, I post articles about writing and some serial fiction.

My Amazon UK page is at 
https://www.amazon.co.uk/stores/Richard-Dee/author/B00CN4TTCG
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The books

The Dave Travise Series

Myra   Freefall   Promise Me

The Balcom Series

   Ribbonworld  Jungle Green
The Lost Princess  (prequel) 

Steampunk

The Rocks of Aserol

A New Life in Ventis

The Sensaurum and the Lexis

The Safety of the Realm

Murder Most Foul

Andorra Pett

Andorra Pett and the Oort Cloud Café

Andorra Pett on Mars

Andorra Pett and her Sister

Andorra Pett takes a break

Andorra Pett and the Luna Mining Conspiracy

Andorra Pett Meets her Match

Stand Alone

Life and Other Dreams

Survive

The Hitman and the Thief

The Syk’m

We Are Saul

I Remember Everything

Where’s Lizzie?

The Adventures of Kalyn Deere

My Sister Alex

Ripples

Meet me in the Universe Next Door

The Collective

Another Rainy Night in Helcon City

Non-Fiction

Creating a Sci-fi World

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The Coffee Pot Book Club: Susan McGuirk Dear Missing Friend




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About the Book
Book Title: Dear Missing Friend
Series: A Storied Sisters Society Novel
Author Name: Susan McGuirk
Publication Date: May 19, 2026
Publisher: Sea Crow Press
Pages: 248
Genre: Women’s Historical Fiction, Epistolary

Any Triggers: Grief event.

Recommended for readers who enjoy An American Beauty by Shana Abé and When the World Fell Silent by Donna Jones Alward.
 
Three hearts.  Lost love.  One impossible choice.
 
A character-driven historical saga featuring the love triangle of a seaman, a governess and a wealthy speculator. Told through letters, the sweep of 19th century events like the gold rush, whaling voyages, and the streets of Manhattan unfold.
 
At the height of the 1840s whaling era, Catherine McGuirk arrives in Sag Harbor, New York. She has already spurned a marriage proposal from Patrick Lynch on her passage from Ireland and is confident she will find work as a governess, or at least a teacher. The local schoolmaster dismisses her with a smirk. Settling for hotel work has its upside when Cath meets a handsome seaman, Michael Heffernan. Just as she falls in love, he is off on a whaling voyage.
 
Spending her romance alone spurs Cath to continue her correspondence with Patrick. His ascent as a successful businessman in New York is swift, while Michael promises to give up the sea for marriage to Cath. Yet, when the Gold rush calls, he cannot resist.

A brokenhearted Cath moves to New York to revive her dream of becoming a governess. Once in Manhattan, she continues to be torn between her own ambition, her missing husband, and her former beau.

Praise for Dear Missing Friend:

"If you're into historical fiction with a strong emotional core, Dear Missing Friend is a genuinely compelling pick. It's the kind of book that stays with you—not because of grand plot twists, but because of the quiet, deeply human moments that shape Catherine's path." 
~ The Gloss Book Club

"This captivating epistolary novel illustrates the hopes and hardships of 19th-century Irish immigrants starting over in America. The book is historically rich and emotionally riveting."
~ The Christian Science Monitor

"Fans of historical novels will find much to like in McGuirk's debut. An ambitious work of historical fiction." 
~ Kirkus Review


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Susan McGuirk posts about heroines of historical fiction books on her blog “The Storied Sisters Society” on Bluesky and Substack.

While working at HBO, she honed her writing skills composing hundreds of in-house film reviews. She also worked at Anthology Film Archives, a historical film museum.

Susan lives with her husband in New York City.
 

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Chapter Four 1849–1851

Letter from Susie, in Gaelic

Tomasina Farm

Scuttle Hole Road

Bridgehampton, New York

March 2, 1849

Dear Cath,

I cannot say which is worse, my sadness I am losing you again or my fear for you in New York. I pray the grief in your heart fades. You are not yourself and are in no condition to go anywhere, especially to a crude and dangerous place. I cannot lessen your pain, as all mothers, deep inside, question whether they can survive what God has sent you. We are only human and have limits, but I know you. I cannot imagine you being defeated. If you say you must move to New York, I will not try to stop you. Part of me always knew you would not stay with me.

Our lives are moving in different directions. Your future is unknown, but I am a farmer’s wife, and will continue to be. I know what time to get up each day and go to sleep. My chores are laid out for me. This is the life I wanted, but one that would have made you unhappy. You are different not just from me, but from the girls we grew up with. Most of them probably became farmers’ wives, too. There is only one Cath. I understand you must be true to yourself.

I will do anything to help, but I still wish you would stay close. All my roving got used up crossing the sea to be with you. I would ask you to think again, Cath, but I know you, so I will not waste my breath.

Farewell, my dearest.

Your oldest friend,

Susie

Letter from Catherine, in Gaelic

Division Street

Sag Harbor, New York

April 16, 1849

Dear Susie,

I know what you are trying to do, and I thank you for the effort. I will go on, but you must accept me as I am now. Though I will always be your Cath, my soul belongs to a stranger named Catherine. My life must never be threatened again. To shield myself from that fate, I will do whatever is required. I will survive, but not like the girl you ran down the hill with. I must protect myself by banishing Michael from my future.

He left me to suffer death, grief, and despair alone. I cannot afford to be in that position again, as I would not endure it twice. You may think me harsh and unforgiving, but there is no choice. My life and prospects depend on it. I can never, for any reason, go back to those dreadful days.

It was bad enough that Michael was absent, but he did not know what happened and had no way of finding out. He made the choice to disappear from our life together, from me. I refuse to live with that choice. He left me, and now I am leaving him. I am not the little woman, the waiting wife, or the whaling widow. I am Catherine alone. It is no wonder if you do not understand, Susie. I only hope you can accept your friend as she is now.

Your oldest friend,

Cath

Letter from Susie, in Gaelic

Tomasina Farm

Scuttle Hole Road

Bridgehampton, New York

May 1, 1849

Dear Cath,

You may not remember all that happened, Cath, but I was there. We almost lost you, in body and mind. I am happy you returned to us, but I know you are different. You are my oldest friend and now sister through marriage, and I will always love and accept the woman you are. We were always different, and that has not changed. We each have our place in each other’s lives and hearts.

I always wanted to be like my friend Cath. You are a fighter, which is something I will never be. We have different natures, and neither of us can follow the path of the other. We would fail if we tried. I will stay where I am, at the spinning wheel, the laundry basket, the milking stool, and the cradle. I learned the story of your hero, Joan of Arc, in hedge school. You must take up the “Sword of Catherine” that she carried into battle. Only then will you take your proper name in full. Still, you will always be Cath to me.

Your oldest friend,

Susie




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Thursday, 5 November 2026

The Coffee Pot Book Club Helen Steadman - Grace






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About the Book
Book Title: Grace
Author Name: Helen Steadman 
Publication Date: 4th November 2026
Publisher: Bell Jar Books
Pages: 348
Genre: Historical Fiction

Any Triggers: Based on the true story of the SS Forfarshire being shipwrecked, with most passengers not surviving (mainly death by drowning), including 2 children (a boy aged 8 and a girl aged 6). The eponymous heroine, Grace Darling, also dies of consumption (TB).

A young woman answers a cry across the water and loses herself in the echo.

Longstone Lighthouse, 1838.

Grace Darling wakens to the howl of wind screaming over stone and the sight of a ship smashed against the rocks. No stranger to the fury of the sea, she braves the raging waters, risking her life to save nine survivors.

Her valour captures the nation’s heart, and in the aftermath of her daring rescue, she is hailed as a heroine. Painted, praised and relentlessly pursued, Grace is swept out from the shadows of solitude and into the limelight. But fame brings its own tempest, and the lighthouse keeper’s daughter soon finds herself eclipsed by her own legend.

Grace is a haunting portrait of a modest young woman consumed by the voracious gaze of Victorian Britain.


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Helen Steadman mostly writes biographical historical fiction (think herbs, healing, witch trials, swords, shipwrecks and lighthouses) set in the north east of England.

So far, she’s written the Newcastle Witch Trials Trilogy (Widdershins, Sunwise and Solstice), The Running Wolf (about the Shotley Bridge swordmakers) and Grace (about Grace Darling, the Northumbrian lighthouse keeper’s daughter).

And then – because why not – there’s God of Fire set on Mount Olympus, which is absolutely nowhere near the north east of England.



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Wednesday, 4 November 2026

The Coffee Pot Book Club The White Deer by Regina McBride




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Book Title: The White Deer
Author Name: Regina McBride
Publication Date: September 22nd, 2026
Publisher: Green City Books
Pages: 319
Genre: Historical Fiction / Russian Historical Fiction

In the summer of 1879, on his way to Moscow to study medicine, 19-year-old Anton Chekhov, from a bankrupt merchant class family, stops to spend a restful few weeks in the Ukrainian countryside, staying with his friend, Dr. Mitrofan, who is worried about Anton’s lingering bronchitis. It is here that Anton meets Vera Denisova, also 19, a budding actress, the daughter of theater aristocrats from Volkhov, a neighboring estate. The two spend much of their time wandering Volkhov’s vast property, hoping for a glimpse of a white deer that has been spotted in the back acreage.

As they grow closer, Vera confides in Anton about her secret romance and heartbreak over Petya, a servant her age who was gifted at drawing and who she helped to acquire an apprenticeship as a draughtsman in order to leave servitude for good. Anton is fascinated by her obsession, and a triangle forms between Vera, Anton, and the absent Petya. Anton, too, shares his secrets with her, his conflicted relationship with his indigent family and his frustrated wish to publish stories. Surreptitiously through Anton, Vera learns the truth about her family’s declining financial situation and the impending loss of her beloved childhood estate. Together in the long, extended light of summer days, Vera and Anton struggle to come to terms with their feelings for each other and the new profoundly changed world that is waiting for each of them at summer’s end.

The final section of the novel charts the correspondence between Vera and Anton over the next two decades. Vera has become a successful actress and Anton, a doctor who treats peasants for free, has more than realized his ambition as a writer.

In a final letter to Vera before his death at 44 of tuberculosis, Anton reveals that his play, The Cherry Orchard, was inspired by his time with her at Volkhov.


Praise for The White Deer:

"In this stirring tale, McBride evokes a sense of place with lush depictions of birch stands and daisy fields along with a soundtrack of Tchaikovsky and folk tunes, creating a backdrop for Vera’s tender and chaste friendship with Anton. It’s an evocative portrait of a vanishing way of life."
~ Publishers Weekly

"This transportive novel sweeps the reader up into a vivid, melancholic dream set on a nineteenth century Russian estate. Regina McBride creates her own Chekhovian tragi-comedy that delights as it captures a lost world frozen in time. The White Deer is a gripping must-read for anyone who loves literature and a love story gone awry."
~ Virginia Pye, author of Marriage and Other Monuments



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Regina McBride is the author of eight books. The White Deer ~ a novel of Anton Chekhov is her sixth novel. She is also the author of one memoir, Ghost Songs, and one book of poetry.

Her novel, The Nature of Water and Air, was a Booksense Pick (Independent Book Stores Selection), a Barnes and Noble Discover Great New Writers book, and a Borders Original Voices choice. It was optioned for a film. Her books have been translated into five languages.

A recipient of fellowships from the NEA and the New York Foundation for the Arts, Regina lives in New York City, where she taught fiction writing for thirty years at Hunter College and continues to teach privately.


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I picked up her round wooden hairbrush, which sat on top of the dresser. She brushed her own hair and Sasha’s with this brush and the soft white bristles were enmeshed with long blonde strands of hair. For a long time now my mother and Sasha shared a closeness that excluded me, though Sasha was often impatient, even angry with her. Our mother reacted very quietly to Sasha’s irritability, collapsing a little into herself, and I think Sasha may have felt guilty sometimes about her anger, maybe even confused about where it came from, but seemed unable to curb it.

“Will you, Mama?” I asked, holding out the brush.

She looked vaguely startled. I knew she didn’t want to be torn away from whatever she was thinking about, but she nodded and I walked back into the front room and sat on the red velvet couch unpinning my hair and spreading it over my shoulders. She followed, stood behind me and brushed.

 On the wall above the fireplace hung a framed map of Russia, which was practically all Siberia, all white uncharted territory barely marked. And then there was the crowded far western side where Ukraine was, Baltic Russia hinging itself to Eastern Europe and Finland and Lapland.

Until my mother was sixteen, she had lived with her family at a southernmost point of Ukraine on the edge of the Black Sea, which was clearly marked on the map at the bottom of the western side of the continent.

To engage my mother I resorted to asking her questions about things I already knew the answers to, things I knew she would be happy to repeat.

“What is the name of the place south across the Black Sea, the nearest shore to where you lived when you were a girl?”

“Constantinople,” she said, almost brightly.

My mother had spent the early years of her life breathing moist, salty air, gulls riding the spring and autumn winds.

“And you had a pet goat, didn’t you, Mama? What was her name?”

“Her name was Dunya.”

“She used to unlock the gate with her teeth,” I said.

“Yes,” she laughed softly. “I am convinced, Vera, that she understood everything I said to her. She was such a clever goat.”

“And she had golden eyes,” I said.

“Yes.”

“And you had a red parasol.”

“One summer, the sun faded it pink.” She laughed softly again.

The brush slowed in my hair. “The paradise of childhood,” she said, “didn’t last.”

Her family had been Old Believers, something they’d been, for generations, persecuted for. Sasha had explained to me what our mother had left unclear. Our mother’s father, our grandfather, had been a writer, Alexander Belanovsky. He wrote a poem in which he claimed that the White Czar of the holy city in Russia’s eastern lands was the only true czar of Russia. For this, everything our grandfather had written, all seven of his books, were banned and destroyed. He was arrested and sentenced to forced labor in the silver mines of Nerchinsk and his family accompanied him into Siberian exile. Once they reached the Vladimirka Road, our grandfather, who was an epileptic, was taken in chains by cart with a group of other convicts. Our grandmother, mother, and her older half- brothers, Boris and Dimitri, followed in a separate cart.

The weather had often been bad, but they were luckier than most. My grandfather at least was in a cart, while they often passed people who were chained to each other and wearing only rags, walking into exile. But even in the carts it took months to reach Lake Baikal, in a mountainous region of the Siberian forest, and it would have taken even longer to reach Nerchinsk. They still had weeks of traveling ahead but had stopped for the night. It was October and the winds were cold. Our grandfather underwent a seizure, and in his frenzy, choked himself with his chains.

The family remained grief stricken at the lake. A sect of Old Believers, the Children of the White Czar, had been camping nearby, celebrating the Festival of Kupala since the summer solstice. Thousands of pilgrims had been there but had all eventually left. This group of fifteen or twenty were about to travel north to try and reach Evankia, one of the most remote areas of Russia and the refuge for some sects of Old Believers. In his grief, Dimitri’s religious fervor grew intense and he persuaded them to join the sect and follow the wanderers northward through taiga. This holy pilgrimage was rarely undertaken, except by the most devout.

They were stranded on flooded roads and tormented by furious winds, surviving mostly on powdered tea and dry bread. They tried to follow the river, where they were able to glut themselves on sterlets, which were easily caught. The cold began to get the better of them. Dimitri had repeated visions of a young woman in a pale blue dress leading a reindeer and pointing the way through the trees. There had been snow flurries all along, but one morning they awakened and the entire world was white, not a single branch visible on any t







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