Anyone who has seen my house knows that I have a thing for books. My living room is lined with shelves. And the shelves aren’t full of knick-knacks. They’re full of books. Stacks of books. Books piled in front of the stacks. Books on top of the shelves, beside the shelves, in front of the shelves. I have books on nearly every flat surface in my house—window sills, the mantel, my kitchen hutch. They’re my decoration. They’re my style. They’re me.
Just today, my son (age 9), asked, “Why are you trying to turn our house into a library?” To which I reply, “Because libraries are awesome!”
What can I say? Some people might think I have a problem. But those people are (a) just plain crazy and (b) have obviously never met Peter Holstein. Because if you want to talk about someone whose collection has outpaced his shelves, then look no further than the hero of A Name Unknown.
Yes, okay, he may have been inspired by the true story of my living room—but exaggerated. I promise, it’s an exaggeration, LOL. Peter, also a novelist, has a thing for books too. And comes from a line of men with the same tendency. The result is that the library at their manor house no longer looks like a library, with neat orderly stacks on neat orderly shelves. It looks like an avalanche of books. And this, my friends, is the backdrop for A Name Unknown. It’s up to my heroine—not a book lover to nearly the same extent (gasp!)—to bring order to these shelves. And to a girl with no formal education whatsoever, who’s only there to steal evidence proving him a traitor…well, she’s got her work cut out for her.
Me? I don’t have a problem—my book addiction is quite in hand, thank you very much. I mean, you can totally still see the floor through the books. So I’ll just keep on collecting…
About A Name Unknown
She’s Out to Steal His Name.
Will He Steal Her Heart Instead?
Rosemary Gresham has no family beyond the band of former urchins that helped her survive as a girl in the mean streets of London. Grown now, they are no longer pickpockets—now they focus on high value items and have learned how to blend into upper-class society. Rosemary’s challenge of a lifetime comes when she’s assigned to determine whether a certain wealthy gentleman is loyal to Britain or to Germany. How does one steal a family’s history, their very name?
As Europe moves closer to World War I, rumors swirl around Peter Holstein. Awkward and solitary, but with access to the king, many fear his influence. But Peter can’t help his German last name and wants to prove his loyalty to the Crown—so he can go back to anonymously writing a series of popular adventure novels. When Rosemary arrives on his doorstop pretending to be a well-credentialed historian, Peter believes she’s the right person to help him dig through his family’s past.
Danger and suspicion continue to mount, though, and both realize they’re in a race against time to discover the truth—about Peter’s past and about the undeniable attraction kindling between them.
Roseanna M. White pens her novels beneath her Betsy Ross flag, with her Jane Austen action figure watching over her. When not writing fiction, she’s homeschooling her two children, editing and designing, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of over a dozen historical novels and novellas, ranging from biblical fiction to American-set romances to her British series. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to make their way into her novels…to offset her real life, which is blessedly boring. She passes said boring life with her husband and kids in the beautiful mountains of eastern West Virginia. You can learn more about her and her stories at http://www.RoseannaMWhite.com.