“Entertaining, original, exceptionally well written, “The Arrival of Richard III” very nicely showcases author Kari August’s impressive storytelling talents. Certain to be an enduringly popular . . .” Midwest Book Review
What would you ask for if God owed you a favor? King Richard III chooses to travel to the twenty-first century to repair his reputation. After more than five hundred years of Tudor-inspired propaganda, Richard’s name is in tatters. Reviled for crimes he never committed, he has his work cut out for him. He needs help, and decides his distant cousin Ned York is just the person to assist him.
But mild-mannered Ned has problems of his own. Recently fired from his prestigious law firm due to a mistake by his ex-girlfriend, Ned is trying to figure out what to do with his life. The last thing he needs is some cousin he’s never met, with a wacky story to tell, arriving at his doorstep in Colorado. Nevertheless, Ned finds he is unable to resist Richard’s plea for support and begins an adventure that turns his life even more upside down . . . while discovering Lindsey, the love of his life.
If only Lindsey can get around the fact that she thinks Ned is a little kooky. After all, Ned has now become convinced that Richard is actually the real king come back to life.
The Arrival of Richard III is a romping tale through the centuries, in which medieval and modern man comically clash.
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Being an author is a career change for me. I once was an expert . . . uh, let us just say in a graduate scientific field . . . that no longer interests me to write about. I found, much to my personal amazement, that I preferred scribbling historical fiction novels. Especially if they made me laugh while I was either researching or writing them.
My family lives in a DC suburb, but I enjoy travelling and visiting, in particular, our Estes Park, Colorado, cabin adjacent to Rocky Mountain National Park. The dogs usually come with me for the thirty-hour drive because I despise flying and motorcar everywhere I can. So why not give the pooches a vacation as well?
My family thinks I am a bit nuts in this regard and they fly everywhere they can. So I am the doggy transporter while they meet me at the chosen destination. Of course, this does not always work out, depending on where that vacation site actually is, and I have been known to fly, but I am not especially fond of the looks I get from surrounding passengers as I grip my seat.