Kilroy Allen has been searching fifteen years for the man who sent his father to the scaffold. Executed under false pretenses of treachery against his king, Charles I, Kilroy’s father was betrayed by a man whose face he never saw. Now with the same man after him, Kilroy has no choice but to take on a false identity and lure this unknown man out of hiding so he can exact justice for his father’s murder all those years ago. Now he’s become the infamous highwayman, Emerald Sword, by night and the not so infamous merchant, Jeremy Glennon, by day. But no plan is without its complications. If Kilroy cannot catch the man soon, it could mean his true love, the formidable, yet beautiful, Sylvia Davies, may be forced to marry an insufferable dandy she has no feelings for.
With time running out, Kilroy seeks the sort of help that only his fellow highwaymen can give: Jeffcoat Mullins, his faithful partner in crime, Roster Scarcliff, a dashing rival he has dueled with for years, the famous Thomas Blood and Claude Du Val, and lastly, the Scarlet Blade, who is none other than Sylvia herself. With his band of comrades,* he sets out to honor the vow he made to his father as a boy—find the man who betrayed him and clear his family name once more.
With adventure, romance, humor, sword fighting, wrestling, treachery, and a cast of memorable characters, Ballad of the Highwayman, in the tradition of Alexandre Dumas and Rafael Sabatini, is a revival of the classic swashbuckler that is sadly hard to find in today’s “all the rage” paranormal novels. I wrote Kilroy’s story because I think it’s just what the world never knew they were missing but desperately needs.
* This is where my good pen gave out on the editing and I had to resort in the scratchy one.
Okay, and now, after all that work, I even decided to give you a little entertainment. The pitch below is what I would have liked to have written and sent in ;). It's all in good fun mind, so ignore the terrible grammar and run-ons. I wrote this really late at night too, on too much caffeine, so it is a little whacky. This is definitely my writing and my humor at it's worst, so beware! But do enjoy it too, of course =P
Once upon a time, when evil Ollie Cromwell ruled England, there was a boy named Kilroy Allen. Kilroy’s father, unfortunately got falsely accused of treason against Charles I--even though he had already gotten his head cut off by then-- by this guy no one knows, and was executed, but not before he told his ten-year-old son to find the man who did it and kill him someday. People were a lot more mature back then.
So Kilroy--grown up now, of course--decides he can’t just go run around as himself because the unknown guy is still after him, so he makes this plan to become a merchant named Jeremy Glennon during the day, and a highwayman at night called, the much more epic, Emerald Sword. But of course there always have to be complications! His true love, Sylvia Davies who he promised her father he would protect after he too got betrayed by the unknown guy and executed--Kilroy needs to stop making promises--is of course supposed to marry someone else. That would be that annoying dandy, Giles Claybrook, who, in actuality, Sylvia is only getting close to because Kilroy thinks that Giles’ father had something to do with the unknown guy. Thus, you understand the complications.
So time’s running out, and Kilroy doesn’t know who to turn to except...wait! Those other highwaymen around! So he searches the world over for the perfect band of comrades to help him on his mission--that’s a lie. He just found them at the pub and most volunteered by themselves.--Jeffcoat Mullins, his sidekick--because every hero has one. His more dashing rival, Roster Scarcliff who he has used as dueling practice for years, and the two real highwaymen, Thomas Blood and Claude Du Val. And, of course Sylvia wasn’t going to stay out of this, so she makes some manly duds and becomes a highwayman herself called the Scarlet Blade, which she so did not really fashion after Kilroy’s highwayman persona.
This book has all kinds of stuff, fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, true love...wait, sorry, I stole that from another famous swashbuckler*, oops. ;) But despite that, it’s also a lot like Alexandre Dumas and Rafael Sabatini and it’s way better than those vampire/wearwolf books out there so you should read this instead because it’s way better. And because Hazel can’t even spell “werwolf” because you don’t wear one apparently. Anyway, the world needs Kilroy and Sylvia. The End.
*Of course this belongs to William Goldman who wrote that lovely story The Princess Bride. Give credit where credit is due! I never steal from a fellow author. ;-)
So good night everyone! I hope to be back with more posts soon!