Thursday, February 12, 2026

Join us as author Wayne Turmel introduces Gil Vincente, protagonist in his thrilling historical adventure, The Deserter #HistoricalFiction #ForeignLegion #RecommendedReading



The Deserter


A Tale of the Foreign Legion

by Wayne Turmel


Algeria 1908.


Gil Vincente is a Boer War veteran, broken and adrift on the rough streets of Marseille. Desperate, he seeks discipline and renewed purpose in the unforgiving ranks of the French Foreign Legion. At first, he finds it, but not for long. When a treacherous soldier frames him for murder, it forces the new legionnaire to run for his life.


Now Gil must fight to clear his name while pursuing the real killer through the rugged Atlas Mountains. With the Legion on his heels and time running out, will he find justice or be forever branded a coward and deserter?


Praise for The Deserter:

'The Deserter evokes classic blood-and-sand adventures like Under Two Flags and Beau Geste. With meticulous research and compelling characters, Turmel has brought the desert saga back to thrilling life.'
~ Frank Thompson, author of The Compleate Beau Geste

'A two-fisted historical adventure that weaves visceral action, rugged landscapes, and raw emotional depth into a haunting tale of honor, betrayal, and the elusive hope of redemption.'
~ David Buzan, bestselling author of In the Lair of Legends




Meet Gil Vincente, protagonist in
The Deserter – a Tale of the Foreign Legion

I don’t know how it works for other writers, but I start every novel knowing only two things: the setting where the story takes place, and the main character. Sometimes it’s easy but silly: the modern Chicago setting for my werewolf / detective urban fantasies, for example. Other times, it is deadly serious, as is the case with Gil Vincente. He’s the main character in my latest novel, The Deserter.

I began by rereading some short stories set in the Foreign Legion. I’ve always loved the genre, even if unrepentant colonial aggression has fallen out of vogue, lol. I knew Gil would be signing up as a last chance at redemption. But from what did he need to be redeemed?

It took a bit of daydreaming, reading the pulp stories of Theodore Roscoe, and going on a Legion-movie spree that left my wife begging for just one romcom set in this century. Eventually the character emerged.

One thing was sure, he wasn’t going to be Cary Grant in a sanitized Beau Geste tale. It was always going to be more like a Sam Peckinpah, 70s anti-hero film. Gil was going to be complicated, dark and probably tragic. I needed to fill out what he was before he joined the Legion, what he wanted, and why he might or might not achieve his goal. After that it was just writing my way down a very dark (at least for me) rabbit hole.

Where did he come from? Gil is English, a poor boy from Newcastle who fled a violent father to join Her Majesty’s Army during the Boer War. In South Africa, he tended horses mostly, but also spent time at the concentration camps, an experience that haunts him throughout the story. After mustering out, he went to Marseille, where he fell into the criminal underworld.

One thing that makes him unique, is he joined the army because he craves structure. In today’s world, he’d probably be diagnosed with OCD, and probably neuro-divergent. In 1908, he was simply an odd duck who didn’t fit in.

More than anything, he craves structure and order. He found it in the British army but quickly discovered he couldn’t live that kind of life as a civilian. Throughout history, many men sought structure and an ordered life in the military. Some succeeded. My own father joined the Canadian navy under the “join the navy or go to jail plan.” It worked for him. He got his life on track and was a darned good man. We know that not everyone is so lucky.

The Legion was famous (still is) for giving people one last chance to get their acts together. However, a foreign army made up of ne’er-do-wells in a hostile, exotic land doesn’t work to Gil’s advantage.

What he seeks is structure and order. At first, he finds it. A perfectly made cot, a well-ordered pack, following orders without having to think about it is exactly what he thinks he needs. As the chaos of war and the unpredictability of humans take their toll, it’s harder for him to do what he needs. It helps that he’s assigned to the mule corps, where he finds out he works better with animals than people.

Foreign Legion & mules.

A terrible betrayal pushes him close to madness and he finds himself on the wrong end of a manhunt, something he would have never imagined. As the clock ticks down, he needs to find the resources within himself to get his life back on track, or be forever lost.

I do something writers are told not to do, which is imagine the dream cast of the movie as I write. The character of Gil would be English, rugged, and more than a little tortured. Charlie Hunnam came to mind, but unfortunately he’s a little long in the tooth for the role. Then I settled on Jack Lowden of Slow Horses.

Then all I had to do was torture him until he looked beaten and weathered. I’m kind of good at that, if I do say so myself. Anyone know how to get a copy into his hands?

I take Gil down a rough road, from fleeing Marseille in the dead of night, to basic training in the desert heat, to endless marches and violent battles. I hope readers will go along for the ride and feel his pain and hope for redemption.

Algeria 1914, marching legionnaires.



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Wayne Turmel


Wayne Turmel is a Canadian ex-pat now living and writing in Las Vegas.  He’s the author of seven novels, the latest is The Deserter- a Tale of the Foreign Legion. His short stories have earned critical acclaim, including nominations for the prestigious Pushcart Prize. Turmel's longer works delve into the rich tapestries of history and the thrilling depths of urban fantasy, inviting readers into meticulously crafted worlds. At times humorous, sometimes dark but always with a careful eye for dialogue and detail. He lives with his wife, The Duchess, and Mad Max, most manly of poodles.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Blog Tour: West of Santillane by Brook Allen



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West Of Santillane


by Brook Allen



March 2nd - 6th, 2026

Publication Date: March 8th, 2024
Publisher: Dawg House Books
Pages: 376
Genre: Historical Fiction / Women in History

Desperate to escape a mundane future as a Virginia planter’s wife, Julia Hancock seizes her chance for adventure when she wins the heart of American hero William Clark. Though her husband is the famed explorer, Julia embarks on her own thrilling and perilous journey of self-discovery.


With her gaze ever westward, Julia possesses a hunger for knowledge and a passion for helping others. She falls in love with Will’s strength and generous manner, but, like her parents, he is a slave owner, and Julia harbors strong opinions against slavery. Still, her love for Will wins out, though he remains unaware of her beliefs.


Julia finds St. Louis to be a rough town with few of the luxuries to which she is accustomed, harboring scandalous politicians and miscreants of all types. As her husband and his best friend, Meriwether Lewis, work to establish an American government and plan to publish their highly anticipated memoirs, Julia struggles to assume the roles of both wife and mother. She is also drawn into the plight of an Indian family desperate to return to their own lands and becomes an advocate for Will’s enslaved.


When political rivals cause trouble, Julia’s clandestine aid to the Indians and enslaved of St. Louis draws unwanted attention, placing her at odds with her husband. Danger cloaks itself in far too many ways, leading her to embrace the courage to save herself and others through a challenge of forgiveness that will either restore the love she shares with Will or end it forever.



Praise for West of Santillane:

'"West of Santillane" is not just an account of historical events but also a story of love, resilience, and self-discovery. Brook Allen successfully blends romantic, historical, and adventurous elements, offering readers a captivating and memorable reading experience. The book is a warm recommendation for those who appreciate well-documented historical fiction and engaging life narratives.'
~ The Historical Fiction Company

'Brook Allen’s novel West of Santillane is guaranteed to tug at your heartstrings, so have some tissues nearby. This book is so captivating that it begs to be adapted into a movie. Seeing these characters brought to life on the big screen would be amazing. This book will definitely be remembered as one of my favourite reads of the year.'
~ Ellie Yarde, 5* Editorial Review, The Coffee Pot Book Club


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Brook Allen


Author Brook Allen has a passion for history. Her newest release, West of Santillane, spotlights history from a little closer to home. It’s the story of Julia Hancock, who married famed explorer, William Clark. Each character of this thrilling, adventurous period was researched throughout southwest Virginia and into Kentucky, Missouri, Montana, Idaho, and North Dakota. It launched in March of 2024.

Brook belongs to the Historical Novel Society and attends conferences as often as possible to study craft and meet fellow authors. In 2019, Son of Rome won the Coffee Pot Book Club Book of the Year Award. In 2020, it was honored with a silver medal in the international Reader’s Favorite Book Reviewers Book Awards and also won First Place in the prestigious Chaucer Division in the Chanticleer International Book Awards, 2020.

The Antonius Trilogy is a detailed account of the life of Marcus Antonius—Marc Antony, which she worked on for fifteen years. The first installment, Antonius: Son of Rome was published in March 2019. It follows Antony as a young man, from the age of eleven, when his father died in disgrace, until he’s twenty-seven and meets Cleopatra for the first time. Brook’s second book is Antonius: Second in Command, dealing with Antony’s tumultuous rise to power at Caesar’s side and culminating with the civil war against Brutus and Cassius. Antonius: Soldier of Fate is the last book in the trilogy, spotlighting the romance between Antonius and Cleopatra and the historic war with Octavian Caesar. 

Though she graduated from Asbury University with a B.A. in Music Education, Brook has always loved writing. She completed a Masters program at Hollins University with an emphasis in Ancient Roman studies, which helped prepare her for authoring her Antonius Trilogy. Brook teaches full-time as a Music Educator and works in a rural public-school district near Roanoke, Virginia. Her personal interests include travel, cycling, hiking in the woods, reading, and spending downtime with her husband and big, black dog, Jak. She lives in the heart of southwest Virginia in the scenic Blue Ridge Mountains.

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Have a sneak peek between the pages of Gradarius – an intriguing historical adventure by A.M. Swink #HistoricalFiction #RomanEmpire #RecommendedReading



Gradarius

Roman Equestrian Series

by A.M. Swink


WAR IS ON THE HORIZON


Sworn enemies turned lovers, Decimus and Luciana face new challenges that put their love to the test. Decimus, haunted by his past, struggles with his feelings in the present. Luciana, when confronted with her old friend Boudicca's struggles, questions which of her loyalties is more important: her loyalty to Decimus, or her loyalty to her people? When sent to investigate a Roman traitor in Decimus's legion, both will have to decide which side of the coming battle they'll be on.


Rome and Britannia are hurtling toward a reckoning. Will Decimus and Luciana find a way forward together before war tears them apart?





‘Wedge! On me!’ Decimus beckoned with his gladius. Shields linked up on either side of his as the men fell into formation. Plancus, holding the cohort standard aloft, walked behind him. To his right, Vulso took up a rallying yell: ‘Gemina!’ The rest of the men added their voices, turning heads as they marched. They engulfed their beleaguered comrades on the right flank, investing the Romans with fresh energy.

Decimus didn’t stop until his gladius crashed against an enemy sword. He quickly brought his shield up, blocking the brute’s parry. He sought his next thrust. The large Briton overcorrected, throwing his sword up to steady himself. Decimus snaked forward, plunging his blade deep in his enemy’s armpit. The warrior howled as Decimus twisted the gladius away. His skin parted with a horrible sucking noise, dark blood spouting from the wound. As the man tumbled away, Decimus’s eyes widened in recognition. It was the wiry fellow from the Silure capital, the friend of the warrior who’d nearly revealed Decimus’s true identity.

An icy finger of dread pierced his heart. He squeezed his eyes shut. Mithras god, he silently prayed, please don’t let Luciana be here. The very thought of facing the woman he loved on a battlefield was enough to make his stomach churn.

As the warrior staggered off, clutching his haemorrhaging wound, Decimus lifted his eyes. He glimpsed two men bearing the old crone Luciana had called the Ancient One. The trio surveyed the scene from the safety of the treeline. The woman’s wrinkled old face gazed expressionlessly at the violence. Her long white hair melded with her shroud, enveloping her in an otherworldly cocoon. Just before her, Taraghlan the druid waved his staff about, chanting angry curses.

Then these sights were lost to him as another warrior charged, poised to strike. The smaller, lither figure rushed up in a blue whirl, his long ponytail flying behind him. He lifted his sword high and knocked the butt against Decimus’s helmet, momentarily stunning him. Decimus came to before he planted his face against the warrior’s woad-painted chest, the aroma of sweat heavy in his nostrils. He lifted his shield, catching the warrior on the chin. The Briton yowled as he stepped back, sword arm brushing Decimus’s shoulder. The blade harmlessly grazed his cuirass and kerchief, nicking only the leather ties securing his helmet, before falling away. 

Decimus retracted behind his shield, awaiting the warrior’s next attack. When the screaming Silure charged at him, Decimus jabbed it up at just the right moment. The shield’s iron boss crushed the Silure’s nose. The man swung his weapon wildly over Decimus’s shield rim, his war cry petering into a whine. Decimus curtly knocked the blade aside with his gladius and pressed forward. The warrior toppled onto his back. Pausing only to stab the man’s groin, Decimus stepped back into the protection of the wedge.

He didn’t see the threat hurtling towards him until it was too late.

‘Sir!’

Decimus turned to see Morcant nearly upon him, dark eyes feverishly bright. The chieftain charged, sword whirling aloft. He was too close when Decimus finally saw him, swinging towards his unguarded neck before he could react. Just as Morcant’s blade sang for his throat, Vulso’s shield punched its way between them. 

Decimus stumbled aside at the shove, his crested helmet toppling off in the grass. He recovered his balance and turned to see Morcant had nearly cleaved Vulso’s shield in twain, rendering it useless. As he wrestled his sword free of the twisted wood and metal, Vulso jabbed with his gladius. The short blade disappeared into Morcant’s shoulder, and he roared. He stepped back with such force that Vulso lost his grip on the hilt before he could recover his gladius.

Vulso fumbled frantically for his dagger. Decimus watched in growing horror as the chieftain rallied again for his next assault. He lurched towards them, knowing he was already too late.

‘Vulso! No!’

Vulso helplessly lifted his busted shield to repulse Morcant’s charge. The chieftain’s sword passed directly through its gaping tear and impaled Vulso through the throat.

Decimus watched Vulso’s head snap back. The pointed edge of Morcant’s blade emerged from the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled sightlessly towards the sky, his gaping mouth spewing blood.

‘Bastard!’ Decimus screamed, pummelling his shield into Morcant’s side. The chieftain backed up with the force of the blow and neatly recovered, turning his attention to the helmetless centurion.

Decimus crouched behind his shield, panting. His trembling hand gripped his gladius at the ready.

The Silure chieftain frowned slightly, taking in the distinctive scar along Decimus’s cheek. His eyes roved up to the recently stitched line over Decimus’s brow. His gaze widened with shock. ‘Leucus!’ He growled.

His low, rasping voice curdled Decimus’s blood. It was a shade from the mouth of Hades, calling him home. Gathering himself, Decimus thrust forward, lifting the tip of his gladius to Morcant.

The weapons rang with a deafening clang as they met, blades glinting in the sun. They fell away and met again, each man thrusting his shield at the other. The blackened stumps of Morcant’s fingers, curled round the gilded hilt of his sword, hauntingly reminded Decimus of their confrontation last winter. Here they were again, back to finish what they’d started so many months ago. This time, he knew, at least one of them would die.






A. M. Swink


A.M. Swink, the author of the award-winning Roman Equestrian series, grew up in Dayton, Ohio, obsessed with two things: books and horses. After a childhood of reading, writing, showing, and riding, she moved to Lexington, Kentucky to complete three degrees and work as a college professor of reading and writing.

She’s travelled extensively around Europe, exploring ancient sites and artefacts relating to the Iron Age and Roman era. She is fascinated by our connection to the past and the ancestral tether that draws us back into the mists of time.

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