Saturday, September 26, 2020

The Slaughter of Leith Hall by Lexie Conyngham - Book Tour

The Slaughter of Leith Hall by Lexie Conyngham @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours 


'See, Charlie, it might be near twenty year since Culloden, but there's plenty hard feelings still amongst the Jacobites, and no so far under the skin, ken?'

Charlie Rob has never thought of politics, nor strayed far from his Aberdeenshire birthplace. But when John Leith of Leith Hall takes him under his wing, his life changes completely. Soon he is far from home, dealing with conspiracy and murder, and lost in a desperate hunt for justice.

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 John Leith dismounted and gave his horse a farewell pat, and Charlie, blinking in the

steam of all the gentlemen’s mounts crowded together, waited his turn to find shelter, food and water for Leith’s horse. One or two of the gentlemen stood about the doorway, discussing the horses and how they had run on the way back: the others hurried inside the house, eager for warmth and refreshment. Charlie made a face into the horse’s flank: he was starving. As soon as their horses were settled, he and Lang Tam fairly ran across the courtyard to the door, Tam laughing at their open desperation.

Inside, they found Mrs. Abernethy, a neat wee body with a pretty face, lingering in the

hallway to welcome even the servants and make sure they knew where to go. She must have had enough to do without hosting a whole army of her husband’s friends here: she was cluttered about with children, the biggest surely not more than nine or ten, the smallest in her arms, not counting the one on its way. But she managed to find smiles for everyone and a kind word, and the warmest smile of all for her husband, touching his hand as he passed and smiled back. It gave Charlie a cosy feeling to counteract his hunger.


At last they were drummed into a dining room, plainly decorated and with nothing that

Charlie could see that looked as if it had been bought in the last ten years, barring the food.

There did not seem to be money here, but there was generosity – not perhaps the best of

combinations – and the gentlemen were soon well served, with Mr. Abernethy at the head of the long table and his pretty wife at the foot chatting to the men on either side of her with a good mixture of friendliness and propriety. Charlie knew it was not his place to do so, but he approved very much, as he took his position with the servants in the room.

Author Bio

Lexie Conyngham is a historian living in the shadow of the Highlands. Her historical crime novels are born of a life amidst Scotland’s old cities, ancient universities and hidden-away aristocratic estates, but she has written since the day she found out that people were allowed to do such a thing. Beyond teaching and research, her days are spent with wool, wild allotments and a wee bit of whisky.

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