Anyone who has lived in the Hudson Valley can tell you it’s a place where the bounds between past and present, real and imaginary, magic and illusion, are very thin indeed. I hope my historical mysteries give you even a taste of the magical atmosphere I live and breathe. You can find out more at https://www.booksradar.com/obey-erica/obey.html
Gavin Fellowes, a damaged WWI veteran turned cynical psychic investigator, arrives in Ker-Ys, a Utopian art colony in Woodstock, NY, to investigate a series of purported fairy kidnappings of Communist garment workers who have taken over the failed Overlook Mountain House above the village.
It is July of 1865, and in Saratoga Springs, the wealthy racegoers wish, in the words of General Daniel Sickles, who left a leg at Gettysburg, “to let bygones be bygones” and put the war behind them. Yet, Rose Adair is hard pressed to forget Tamerlane Fallon, the Englishman she last saw being led off to be hanged as a Confederate spy. When he is pulled from Congress Spring, after apparently having killed a man over a mysterious, smuggled artifact, Rose is forced to sort through conflicting tales of Fenian rebels and the occult Society of the Horseman’s Word, in order to discover the truth about a very real and very dangerous conspiracy that threatens not just the racing season, but the entire future of the country.
A body lying in Papa’s study was perhaps not the best way to fulfill Mama’s dream of moving in the first circles of New York Society – especially not when that body belonged to Lord Hardcastle, the only earl desperate enough to seek the hand of the daughter of the richest quarryman in the Hudson Valley. Even without the complication of a cocky orchid hunter who may well have killed her suitor, it was enough to make Libba Wadsworth believe in The Curse of the Braddock Brides.