xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune

Saturday, 18 July 2015

Medicine? Tobacco flavoring? Or sweetened? How do you like yours?

What am I talking about? Liquorice of course.
Mostly it’s grown in sunny climates but one famous North of England town and liquorice sweets go hand in hand. Pontefract, set in the midst of Yorkshire’s mining community is world famous for its Pomfret—or Pontefract—Cakes. Back in medieval times the town was known as Pomfret and that’s where the alternative name comes from.

Pomfret Cake? No, not one with filled with cream and topped with delicious icing. A Pomfret cake is a delicious disk of sweetened liquorice to you and me. If that’s too strong for you, then try Liquorice Allsorts. They come in such pretty colors that I bought this necklace at the town’s annual Liquorice festival.


So what’s the connection between a Mediterranean plant and a Yorkshire town?
Since a Yorkshire term for liquorice sweets is Spanish, one explanation is that the Dominican monks who founded Pontefract Priory came from Spain and they brought the plant with them to make their cures. An alternative explanation is that Crusader Knights returning from the Holy Land brought Liquorice plants with them.


I wonder if those knights were part of the Knight’s Defender order? The ones that turn up in my book, Knight’s Vampire?


No more promotion, I promise. 
Back to Pontefract and its liquorice connection. The town thrived on growing it and using it in a powerful cure for cough and stomach complaints. One apothecary, George Dunhill, must have found it too bitter and he added sugar to the ingredients. When he rolled his mixture up like a Swiss roll and sliced it, the Pontefract cake was born.

Cigarette manufacturers sometimes used Liquorice to flavor their tobacco. 

There’s more to Pontefract than liquorice. One of William the Conqueror’s knights—Ilbert de Lacy—built a castle to protect the river crossing that gives the town its name.
Unfortunately, the castle’s a ruin now. Below is a model and painting of how it once looked.


Apparently a group of rebels burned out the town bridge to stop William the Conqueror’s knights laying the town to waste in the Harrowing of the North. I don’t know what happened to the rebels, but translated into Latin, or old French, which the Normans would have used—broken bridge is Ponte Fractus. Yorkshire folk are lazy speakers and that would soon have become Pontefract.

The castle is where Henry Edward V imprisoned his defeated predecessor Edward II—and allegedly Edward’s captors starved him to death.

Those monks in the priory were renowned as healers, but they failed to save one very famous outlaw. Robin Hood reputedly died there.


Years later, the priory was dissolved on the orders of Henry Vlll. Then, in the civil war, the Roundheads destroyed Pontefract castle. Not surprising since Oliver Cromwell called it, “... one of the strongest inland garrisons in the kingdom."
The town had endured three crippling sieges, and fearing a fourth, the people invited the Roundheads in and asked them to slight—or demolish—their castle. Later, in Victorian times, the locals dug up the castle courtyard and planted their liquorice there. It helped rebuild the town’s fortunes.
Now the town stages a regular liquorice festival, and it’s well worth a visit.

 
 
If you do want to know more about Knights Vampireyou can click in the cover at the top right and read an extract. You might recognize Scarborough Castle and Scarborough harbour in there, but because I changed the castle's history, it's become the fictitious Yorkshire town of Whitborough
 
Buy links
 
Loose ID                                               http://www.loose-id.com/knights-vampire.html
Amazon US author page               http://www.amazon.com/Kryssie-Fortune/e/B00J5AQOBU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1                     
 
Amazon UK        http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kryssie-Fortune/e/B00J5AQOBU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1421613895&sr=8-1Social Media
 
Author Links
I’d love to hear from you, or answer any questions you might have.

o

 







Thursday, 16 July 2015

Five Facts Thursday - please welcome Kimbra Kasch

Five Fun Facts:


1) The Viking Princess is a story about King Arthur's Half-sister and her forbidden romance with the Viking Legend Holger Danske.    

2) Holger Danske is immortalized in stone in Hamlet's Castle.    

3) Holger lived on Avalon with Morgaine LeFey.     

4) Holger is a legendary hero of Denmark - and all people of Viking descent.    

5) Kimbra Kasch is married to a man of Viking descent.




Buy Links


THREE reasons to read a Viking Romance:

11)      Ragnar;
22)      Lagertha; and,
33)      Rollo

But seriously, during the dark ages, the Vikings were more than merely heathen marauders. In truth, they were brave explorers. Men and women who took the original Captain’s Oath, vowing to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man (or woman) had gone before.
They were not the pillagers that the British portrayed them to be but people searching for new lands and new civilizations and along the way, they faced gripping family sagas that questioned more than their strength, agility and patience. These journeys brought into question alliances and loyal friendships, while testing their faith. And, there was nothing more important than family relationships. If a Viking couldn’t count on his family to help him survive, he perished.
But it wasn’t only the men, these warriors were women as well as men, who stood side by side on the battlefield. Perhaps that is the reason and the truth behind the tales of the Valkyrie and Valhalla, which still haunt the stories of the Vikings.
The VIKING PRINCESS is one such tale of the extraordinary lives and epic adventures of two people: Holger Danske and Morgaine LeFey.
And Holger Danske was not the first Danish Prince to appear on the printed page or to share a well-known castle as his home. Hamlet’s story is set in the same structure that stands on the sound between Denmark and Sweden. Holger’s home is in Kronborg Castle, known to most English speaking people as Hamlet’s Castle.

It was there, inside this Castle that I first was introduced to Holger Danske and the legends surrounding his iconic life. He was a warrior, a Prince destined to become King of all the Norse lands during the time of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table.

I found it odd that everyone had heard of King Arthur and his magical sword, Excalibur, which he received from the Lade of the Lake (a Norse Goddess) who had also given such a sword to Holger Danske. Holger’s sword was named “Cortana”, and was made from the same metal and magic as Excalibur. Yet no one I talked to outside of Denmark had ever heard of Holger or his sword.

And, even more interesting was the fact that Holger and the Vikings invaded England, yet somehow, even as enemies, Holger and King Arthur’s half-sister, Morgaine LeFey, were able to share a forbidden love.

Theirs was a romance that threatened two kingdoms.

THE VIKING PRINCESS has never been told outside of Denmark...until now. Morgaine and Holger faced an attraction more powerful than any sword, stronger than any warrior and more magical than all the powers of Merlin. 

Hi everyone! I'm a romance writer who grew up in a family with 9 kids and only 1 t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...
 I still love to run...or at my age, maybe I should say wogging (a cross between walking and jogging). Here in Portland, I love Halloween themed runs - where people don costumes and run. It's a lot of fun...and I know those two words don't always go together: fun...and...run. But it is.
 And, with all those Halloween themed runs, I guess Dark Shadows had more of an influence than some people might think. Even today my favorite author is Stephen King. My all-time favorite book is Salem's Lot.
 Favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games...okay, I know, it's a survival book but it's really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.
 I've just had my first novel published and am looking to share it with the world. It's a story I was inspired to write after visiting Hamlet's Castle and seeing an enormous Viking statue down in the tunnels next to the dungeons.
Sorry to be so long-winded but did I say I love to write? ...and talk and...knit, and sew, and bake... I could go on but I'll close by saying, I hope you’ll stop in on my site and I can tell you I have a ya horror novel coming in July: Demon’s Ink.
Thanks for listening.

EXCERPT OF THE VIKING PRINCESS

He laughed at her, making her senses bristle.
She was not amused. “Am I humorous?”
“I have heard you are many things,” he replied, “but humor has never been cited as one of your virtues.”
“First you laugh at me, and then you belittle me. Is this the way you treat all women?”
He pulled back on the reins. His horse slid to an immediate standstill. Then, burying his face into her hair, he whispered in her ear, “I have shown enormous restraint. Would you like me to show you how I treat all women?”
The burning ember inside her flared to a flame. The muscles low in her belly tightened, as she clenched her legs tighter, wrapping them around his steed. Sucking air into her lungs, she felt the immediate pulse of desire race through the core of her body. She wanted to reach back over her head and wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him even closer.
It was all she could do to hold her tongue and keep from begging him, when all she wanted to say was, “Yes, yes, please show me.”
Her body motionless, she could feel the warmth of him as his hands grew bold, slipping beneath the soft linens covering her, his fingers gently gliding up over her stomach, traveling beneath her breasts and edging up…
A voice whispered inside her head. What are you doing? This man is your enemy. He intends to kill you, your brother, everyone you love…
She grabbed his wrists, holding him still and steady. “You have caught me, kidnapped me, and dragged me here. I may be your prisoner, but do not think that I am interested in your advances.”
His body tensed and he pulled back his hands, gripping her firmly about the waist. “I, Holger, the prince over all the Norse lands, have never had a woman decline the privilege of being my lover.”
“Prince or pauper, it matters not to me what rank you hold, for I, too, am highborn and accustomed to many privileges,” she snapped back, unwilling to let him bask in his own conceit. “And being your lover is not a privilege I would prize.”
“Perhaps,” he said, softening his touch. Slowly he ran his finger down the length of her neck, taunting her. “But are you accustomed to this?” He swung her around to face him; his mouth moved to her neck, gently caressing her throat with his lips and tongue.
The warrior with the devil’s horns was surprisingly gentle and tender with his affections. Morgaine could not contain her pleasure. A small sigh moved up from her throat, over her lips, unexpectedly escaping into the night air. “This is nothing,” he whispered against her flesh, his hand moving down over her navel. Traveling to the valley between her thighs, he pressed his fingers into her apex and she gasped at his touch.
He pulled his hand back. “After your shrill tongue and insults, the next time you will have to beg for my attentions.”
His tone shocked her back into the present. No man had ever spoken to her in this manner. He had no idea of her power. She was not some peasant he could toy with. Morgaine Le Fey was a princess, the sister of King Arthur. It was her turn to laugh…and it came out of her loud and hard. He must not know of her talents. She was the most powerful sorceress in Camelot and perhaps a dozen other kingdoms.
“Me? Beg? To think you will ever witness such an act from me,” she started to say but then shook her head and continued, “You must be more than foolish.”
“We will see,” he said, sounding more arrogant and insolent than ever.
“Yes, we shall see,” she replied, as he gave his horse a nudge and they continued riding.

Visit me at www.kimbrakasch.com


Saturday, 11 July 2015

I Think I Love You by Iris Blobel




★★★ SYNOPSIS ★★★

Markus DeLeon and Sarah Winter’s lives couldn’t be more different… 

After three years away as the goalkeeper for an English soccer club, Markus has been happy to be back in Australia. He’d missed his family and friends, including Sarah. He’s known her since childhood, and often protected her from the teasing of other children and the troubling consequences of a broken home. 

When they attend their friends’ wedding, a new light is cast on their friendship… 

Sarah is fresh out of a bad relationship, and Markus has always been the one she can confide in. Maybe it’s the magic of the wedding—or how stunning he looks in a tux—but the attraction between them intensifies in ways they’d never imagined. 

But sometimes when risking what you have, you might lose everything… 

Following a passionate encounter, Markus isn’t sure how to handle this new aspect of his relationship with Sarah, and literally flees the scene for the coast. Sarah is unsure how to react to his sudden departure, but is soon knocked off course by misunderstandings and a frightening family emergency. 

Markus realises his mistake and wants to make things right, but he also faces obstacles. He’s been offered an exciting new job, and an attractive newcomer to the neighbourhood is eager to claim his attention, though the last thing Markus needs is another confusing relationship. 

Can Sarah and Markus face the fear and doubt—and the potential loss of their lifelong friendship—to give their love a chance?


★★★ MEET THE AUTHOR – IRIS BLOBEL ★★★

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.



I THINK I LOVE YOU by Iris Blobel
Series: Australian Sports Series #3
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

★★★ NOW LIVE ★★★







★ AUSTRALIAN SPORTS STARS SERIES ★

Book 1: LOVE WILL FIND YOU: http://amzn.to/1f5Eqq7 - Currently FREE!

Book 2: LET ME LOVE YOU:       http://amzn.to/1GRPZbc






Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Five Facts Thursday - please welcome Amanda Stone

Here are five facts about myself that most people don't know: 

1. I was in a ska band briefly in high school 

2. I'm deathly allergic to horses, but I plan to ride a horse before I die. So come on science and cure my allergy! 

3. I secretly watch reality TV and actually like it. 

4. My first grade class took a field trip to the police station. They asked for a parent volunteer to go into the jail to show us what it would be like behind bars. When my mom was the only brave soul to try they put handcuffs on her and everything as they locked the door. Of course after that I told everyone that my mom was in jail. Oh the things kids will say. 

5. Four generations of girls in my family all have the same middle name. Including me and my daughter. 





Book Information: 

The Adventures of Cole and Perry 

Blurb: 

It all started when Cole met Perry in a bar. Over three years they had some exciting adventures, and misadventures. The six stories included in this book are all about their journey from bar to wedding.

The Anniversary: Another cancellation of plans by his boyfriend forces Cole out to the neighborhood bar. Not long after arriving he meets Perry. Even as exciting as Perry is, he's unsure how the night will end.

The Fight: Cole and Perry are struggling to make time for each other and constantly at each other's throats. A fight to the death will decide who is right or wrong in their arguments. But Cole really doesn't want to shoot Perry.

The Threesome: Deciding they want to spice up things in the bedroom, Perry wants to have a one-time threesome. Cole's nervous and doesn't want to ask any of their friends to join them. Perry finds the perfect solution.

The House: After two and a half years together, Cole and Perry want to buy a house. Once they find the perfect house, they get to spend their first morning together in their new space. Perry will have to help Cole decide which room is his favorite.

The Baby: Both Cole and Perry are exhausted. Taking care of a three-month-old is hard when she's up all night and is always hungry. If only they could find where they put the bottle warmer.


The Wedding Cole is ready to make his commitment to Perry life-long. After careful planning, they created the perfect event. What could possibly go wrong? If only Cole didn't ask the same question.


Short Excerpt: 

Cole placed the phone back on the charging station without saying goodbye. He hung his head and closed his eyes. He loved his boyfriend so much. Two years together and it all came down to tonight. Cole hoped Perry knew what the phone call meant for their relationship. Now he just had to get ready to go out to the bar. 


Buy Links:

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theadventuresofcoleandperry-1727626-145.html

Sunday, 5 July 2015

In Search of an Alpha Male

Men who turn into werewolves, Fae who ride dragons, and vampire knights who long for someone to love. My books are full of alpha males, but what is that exactly. 

Wikipedia defines it like this An alpha male is the top-ranking animal in a social group.


Note. It does not say they are human, so when we visited Yorkshire Wildlife Park, I decided to check out the animal groupings and see if this was true. I learned a few things along the way.
.
We started with the camels. 
Not a pretty animal, but maybe I could learn something from them. When the males come into season they herd the cows into a group. 

Well, I’ve never written a ménage, mostly because I can’t figure out where all the body parts fit. The bull camel comes into season or musth and is so intent on the cows he forgets to eat. While I heroines would like the attention, I don’t think they’d join a harem

Right, that’s camels off my list.
Remember I said I learned things? One was the collective noun for butterflies? 


Do you know?
The answer’s at the end.

Anyway, I moved on to the tigers.

Mummy tiger had an adorable group of cubs that we could spy on from a treehouse. Only where was dad? Surely he was an alpha male. 
Well...
Actually, he’s a freaking absentee parent. 
Apparently male tigers don’t get involved in raising the cubs. Mmm, definitely not hero material then. My heroines are my hero’s partners not their sexual playthings. Okay, my books are hot so sometimes they are the hero's plaything too.

Ready for another quiz? Why is it impossible to sneak up on a dragonfly?
Again, the answers at the end.

Lions. They’re apex predators—the top of their food chain. Surely that’s where I’d find an alpha male. 

I learned they have manes to make them look bigger and retractable claws. I even discovered they could run at up to 40 miles an hour as long as they didn’t run far. Finally, I was on the right track. 

Only… Guess what? It’s the female that hunt and rear the cubs. Worse, they often steal another animal’s kill. Again not a great role model for either my heroine or my hero.

Another thing I learned. How long is an anteater’s tongue?

By now you know where to find the answers.

That left only the polar bears. 

Believe me, they’re huge. 
When they rear up on their hind legs they stand almost 3 meters.(That’s just short of ten feet) 
Well, I do like my heroes to be tall. Better still, they’re both muscular and curious. Promising. Then I read the fact sheets. 
The damn things are mummy’s boys. 
They stay with mummy until they are about two then head off to hang out with the guys. Shades of Grease with its T-birds and Pink ladies. Or should that be white ladies since I’m talking polar bears? 

Another quick quiz? Okay. How far does a lion’s roar carry?
Not far to the answers now.

Sadly, I realized the a real life alpha male may not exist in the animalkingdom. Every woman dreams a confident male who can protect and provide. Best of all, she wants him totally devoted to her while she’s just as devoted to him. Maybe that’s why we love stories about loved up Lykae or vampires with dark eyes and sexy lips. 

And all those questions?
  1. The collective noun for butterflies is a flutter.
  2. A dragonfly has 30,000 lens per eyes giving it almost a full circle of vision.
  3. An anteater’s tongue can be over two feet long. (Now there’s a possibility for a hero, but who wants a man that eats ants.)
  4. A lion's roar carries for over five miles

Thursday, 2 July 2015

Five Facts Thursday - please welcome Marie Christie

Five (Often Unfortunate) Facts about Tawaifs


The heroine of La Déesse Noire: the Black Goddess, Kali Matai, is an Indian tawaif transplanted to London. Tawaifs were members of a female caste of courtesans to the highest nobility in the Mughal Empire. 
  1.  Much like the Japanese geisha, as well as serving as noble paramours, tawaifs were highly educated, gifted singers, dancers, musicians, and poets, who heavily influenced the cultural and artistic history of India.
  2. Before the advent of the Raj, tawaifs were among the most wealthy and powerful women in India, by virtue of intimate access to the most powerful men, and it was not unusual for them to use their entrée to influence issues of governance.
  3. Tawaifs were known for their knowledge of and emphasis on the finer points of etiquette and protocol. Young nobles—nawabs—were often trained in etiquette by tawaifs, at the same time learning an appreciation of their civilization’s literature, art, and music.
  4. As the British gained power in India, a systematic campaign was waged to denigrate the local and regional power structure. The nobility was portrayed as corrupt and dissolute, and tawaifs were offered up as examples of immorality.
  5. After the Indian Rebellion of 1857, the British military took possession of most of their property and impressed many of the tawaifs into service as prostitutes for their garrisons, which was the beginning of the end of their illustrious traditions.
Author Bio

       Mariana Gabrielle is a pseudonym of Mari Christie, a professional writer, editor, and designer with almost twenty-five years’ experience. Published in dozens of nonfiction and poetry periodicals since 1989, she began writing mainstream historical fiction in 2009 and Regency romance in 2013. In all genres, she creates deeply scarred characters in uncommon circumstances who overcome self-imposed barriers to reach their full potential. She is a member of the Bluestocking Belles, the Writing Wenches, and the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. Her first Regency romance, Royal Regard, was released in November 2014.



Blurb

Sired by a British peer, born of a paramour to Indian royalty, Kali Matai has been destined from birth to enthrall England’s most powerful noblemen—though she hadn’t counted on becoming their pawn. Finding herself under the control of ruthless men, who will not be moved by her legendary allure, she has no choice but to use her beauty toward their malicious and clandestine ends.

When those she holds most dear are placed in peril by backroom political dealings, she enlists some of the most formidable lords in England to thwart her enemies. But even with the help of the prominent gentlemen she has captivated, securing Kali’s freedom, her family, and the man she loves, will require her protectors stop at nothing to fulfill her desires.

Excerpt


Kali Matai’s head bowed under the candlelight of dozen of chandeliers and the mirrored footlights at the edge of the stage. The silence of the scene, the quiet of the spirit of the dancer before them caused a hush across the theatre. La Déesse Noire would perform only once the men settled themselves to give their full attention.
The shapely form was held in perfect abeyance, clothed this night in gold-shot emerald green, which might as easily have matched any jewel tone: deep sapphire, royal amethyst, garnet red. The flickering lights from all sides reflected the rhythmic bass note of the tabla drums, shaking in the jeweled bangles of her gold chain girdle. The bells began to shake along the edges of her sari as her lithe shape trembled under the sheerest silk in England. The audience could not see the secrets of her body, but would swear they might with the next movement, shake, twist, turn.
The fabric was like water flowing down her collarbone, curling around her shoulder, drifting across her bosom and around her trim waist. With a twist of ankle, the jeweled rings on her toes sent flashes of light tripping across the assemblage, sure to blind a few men, leaving them, for a few moments, with only the thought of their last vision of her. The bracelets shaking at her wrists added a sharp note to music already carrying her body through the steps of the mujra dance.
The sound wafting off the sarangi strings seemed to stroke along her inner thighs, her legs twisting to the melody underneath the full silk skirts, caressing her hips and buttocks, the length of her sari slipping on and off her shoulder, covering and revealing her face, rubbing across any part of her body to which she wished to call attention.
Her hips began to shake like they might atop a man lying prone, side to side, fore to aft, hands tracing her legs, a rhythm known only to her, which might take her blissfully into la petite mort, if a man could but imitate it.
The steps took her to her knees, her body writhing like a snake might, wrapping its coils around the legs of any man in the audience who could visualize it, her eyes in the candlelight glowing, face flushed, as though by sitting with her knees parted at a man’s feet, rubbing against his calves, her face against his groin, she might achieve her own, private ecstasy.
With an unhurried stroke of her arm against her cheekbone, Kali finally loosened the first strand of her tightly bound hair. One gold-and-diamond pin at a time, she continued as the music worked back into a crescendo, until her skirts were like waves crashing against a sea wall, her black tresses whipping around her face like ash and smoke left by the fires of a vengeful goddess.
Slowing her limbs to a near-stop, she draped herself backward, one hand and the top of her head not an inch from the floor, the silk of her sari now loosely covering, outlining, the treasures between her legs. Turning on her heel, the view shifted from the crease of her thighs to the furrow between her bountiful breasts, set off by her slack lips, reddened like they might appear after rough use. Before the gentlemen looked their fill, slowly, letting the silk caress her fingers, body loose and limber, Kali rose languidly from the contortion as gracefully as a raven might stretch its wing.
As the music once more gained speed and volume, her body followed, beginning to turn, spin, to keep the rhythm with wrists, hips, and toes, heels keeping time with the pounding drum. The faster she spun, the more the skirt rose to show her ankles, her knees, covered in diaphanous muslin, another layer of translucence keeping her all but nude for her audience’s pleasure.
One quick twist of her gemstone-covered fingers released a gold chain strung with beads from the girdle about her waist, letting it fall among the lengths of her skirts to shimmer among the shot threads of silver and gold, Her hip set the chain swinging in unison with her turns, and she loosened one bell-strung chain after another, until the half-dozen that had circled her waist now draped her hips, tinkling more raucously in their freedom.
When the turns had entirely mesmerized the men, all eyes following her curves in unison, she collected her movements once more, her feet almost motionless, the rest of her body undulating in every direction at once, letting each man in the room believe he was the one for whom La Déesse Noire might be reaching.
Her body had been trained for a lifetime to exhibit and elicit the sexual hunger of the most passionate bed: the depths of her dark eyes, the tangling of her heavy, black-satin locks, the negligence of her smile, and the outline of her quivering body undulating under silk, all brought to mind nothing so much as the way she might look being stroked to completion under a man’s hand.
“Brava! Brava!”

Buy/Review Links


Amazon: http://amzn.to/19cKUjY
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Fc31m3
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1K1vMGq
iTunes: http://apple.co/1E4ajHF
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1Bx1OCV
All Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/1DeYx8O
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/1wmBxTE
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22885020