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The books and blog of Lindsey Renee Backen.

Living up the 1940’s in the Luther Hotel

Bringing stories and stars to life, celebrating the 1940s, the Luther Hotel and the stars who stayed there.

Signings, Sneekpeeks, and Paradigm Shifts

I’ve been wallowing lately. Seriously. It never goes away. I’m dreaming about being part of the WWIII prisoner camps and childbirth (both…

Update! And my first Vlog entry.

Hello Everyone, So life has been busy lately. So busy that, even though I think about blogging, I literally can’t…

Coming out of Hiding

  I used to be affected by other people’s words. I used to flinch when they called me sheltered. I…

Chapter Forty-One

Rain fell, repelled by the fibers of the cloak which had been woven by an Erish hand. The knotted patterns…

Chapter Forty

Twilight “He has guards surrounding him,” Remarr said. “Even now, he has his men planted all over this castle to…

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“I wish to God that we were burying my husband instead of your son,” Margaret said. Setta flinched, finally turning…

Chapter Thirty-Eight

“I was just with Eslaveth,” Shannondant protested. “She was worried about you when she left, but she wasn’t upset.” There…

Chapter Thirty-Seven

“So how do they know exactly when all of this happens?” Eslaveth asked. She eyed the scraps of papers that…

Chapter Thirty-Six

Milan’s fingers were beautiful as they pressed the strings and passed the bow back and forth, but her nose scrunched…

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