Book Title: A Theory In Vienna

Series: No

Author Name: Heidi Gallacher

Publication Date: 28th October 2025

Publisher: The Book Guild

Pages: 305

Genre: Historical Fiction

Any Triggers: No

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Book Title and Author Name:

A Theory in Vienna

by Heidi Gallacher

Blurb:

‘I bring to light a truth, which was unknown for many centuries with direful results for the human race.’ – Ignaz Philipp Semmelweis.

Imagine you’d discovered something. Something that could save hundreds of thousands of lives. But they wouldn’t let you tell anyone. Wouldn’t it drive you mad?

Young Hungarian doctor Ignaz Semmelweis uncovers the real reason thousands of young women are dying after childbirth. Yet, in mid-19th century Europe, his simple methods are ridiculed. Semmelweis faces the battle of his life to convince others that the cause is simple…

Based on the true story of a forgotten hero, A Theory in Vienna brings the remarkable story of this man to life.

Excerpt 3:

This excerpt demonstrates Semmelweis’s struggles, following his discovery that handwashing truly saves lives.

One hot, late summer’s day Semmelweis met the administrator in the shade of the hospital courtyard. They sat facing each other. Above them birds fluttered to and fro, chirping and chattering.

‘You have indeed made a difference. I want to congratulate you, most heartily. Our patients are surviving. It’s been nearly a month since one died.’

‘Thank you, sir. I too am overjoyed with the results.’

‘How are you finding your time now on the ward? I hope the dissenters are quieter now?’

‘Most are, but not all. The matron responsible for the linen still grumbles. She refuses to accept that the sheets must be changed between patients. If she sees only a few spots of blood then she argues to keep the sheet. She complains that I cause her more work.’

The administrator sighed. ‘I am sorry to hear that. I will speak to her today.’

‘Thank you. I’d appreciate that. Cleanliness is the sole reason why our patients are walking out of here alive, with their babies healthy and thriving.’

The wall behind the men ran one length of the courtyard and on the other side of it lay the cemetery. The cemetery was full of the bodies of mothers who hadn’t been able to walk away, the mothers who had succumbed to the ravages of the puerperal fever.

The two men rose and shook hands, before taking their leave.

                                                                                  *

‘Dr. Semmelweis, Dr. Semmelweis, please come.’

A young nurse stood at the entrance to the ward, waving her arms. Semmelweis saw smudges of tears on her cheeks.

‘It’s the mother in the first bed. She’s in a terrible way.’

He was startled. This was Josefin Zoltan – an older mother. He had chatted with her at length and reassured her during her long labour. The birth had gone well and he’d thought that she and her little boy would be leaving to go home soon. She’d felt a little unwell the day before, but …

He hurried to her bedside. A nurse sat clutching her hand. Semmelweis knelt down to check her pulse, but it was too late.

There was none.

He scratched his chin, unable to speak. Something must have happened. Somebody must have violated the rules. He made his way up to the small file storage room. He himself had attended Josefin Zoltan during the week she’d been admitted. But who else had? He searched through the daily rotas and discovered that two other physicians had also attended her. One was an elderly doctor who had frequently congratulated him on the improved figures. At the basin, he’d scrubbed so hard that Semmelweis had worried he’d lose a layer of his skin. The other name belonged to a doctor he didn’t know so well, a man called Gregory Korkiov.

Semmelweis resolved to keep watch.

The following day he sat near to Korkiov in the canteen, knowing the man had just come up from the deadhouse. Semmelweis watched him pick up his cutlery with his blood-smeared hands. His arrogant voice rang out as he spoke to a colleague. After lunch Semmelweis followed him, moving into the shadows whenever it was necessary. Korkiov approached the ward where a queue had built up at the washbasin. Semmelweis viewed him from behind a pillar. His eyes widened as Korkiov stared at the long queue, then wiped his hands on his frock coat and sidestepped it, creeping through the doors onto the ward.

Semmelweis ran through after him, shaking his fists. ‘Come with me. I need to speak to you now.’ He dragged him away from the bed, the bed where Frau Zoltan had died the day before, and pushed him out into the corridor. The people waiting by the basin turned to stare.

‘Do you know what you have done? You have killed Frau Zoltan. By not washing your hands.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t killed anyone.’

‘Show me your hands.’ 

‘What do you mean?’ Korkiov shifted from one foot to the other and moved his hands behind his back. An ugly red stain moved up his neck.

‘Show me your hands. NOW.’

Korkiov lifted his arms to Semmelweis and unfurled his thin fingers. They were stained with blood and the smell was foul.

The young nurse who had lost her sister to the fever strode across from the basin.

‘I don’t understand why this regime helps. But I know that it works and that most of us are following the rules.’ She whirled round to face Korkiov. ‘Can’t you see that it is working? Until this week, we hadn’t lost a patient since June …’

Korkiov grabbed her, a sneer riding his lips. ‘How dare you lecture me on how to do my job, you stupid woman.’ He slapped her hard and she sank to her knees, weeping. His bloody handprint glistened on her collar. One or two people gasped out loud.

Korkiov strode over to the basin and dipped the tips of his fingers into the solution.

‘As if this makes any difference. Any difference at all.’ He flicked water towards Semmelweis and then re-entered the ward, slamming the doors behind him.

                                                                           *

Korkiov was dismissed the next morning and told never to return.

Semmelweis gathered the staff around the washbasin once the rogue doctor had departed. ‘I’d like to thank all of you for adhering to the new methods. You will have noticed that so far it has made a tremendous difference.’

Footsteps rang out behind him and the rotund hospital administrator appeared with a huge smile.

‘I agree. A round of applause please, for Dr. Semmelweis. I sincerely apologise for the behaviour of Dr. Korkiov. You have improved our hospital statistics beyond recognition and for that I wish to thank you.’

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Author Bio:

Heidi was born in London in the Sixties. She grew up in South Wales, UK and moved to Paris as a young adult where she taught English for two years. She currently lives in Switzerland and recently completed an MA in Creative Writing.

Her first short story was published in Prima magazine (UK) in 2018. Heidi now writes historical fiction. Her first novel, Rebecca’s Choice is set in Tredelerch – an old house in Wales that belonged to her family generations ago. This novel won an award from The Coffee Pot Book Club in 2020, Debut Novel Bronze Medal.

Her second novel, A Theory in Vienna, is set in 19th century Vienna and Budapest. It tells the incredible story of unsung hero Ignaz Semmelweis, whose life-saving discovery was ridiculed at the time.

Heidi enjoys travelling (the further North the better!), singing and writing songs, and spending time reading and writing at her Swiss chalet where the views are amazing.  

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Having successfully concluded their first case, teenaged ghost hunting duo Carolyn Hunter and Frankie Allen are back in the mundane world with a bump as the new school term starts. They are just starting to settle into the daily routine, when they are approached by twins Ruby and Lewis Morgan. Recovering from a recent bereavement, the twins are experiencing creepy paranormal activity in their family home, and are desperately in need of help. Carolyn and Frankie agree to investigate, and, as the phenomena become increasingly menacing, find themselves stretched to their limits. Nothing is as it appears, and the ghost hunters may have grievously underestimated their opponent!

My Review:

Mary Schmidt

5.0 out of 5 stars Short spooky story

Reviewed in the United States on February 7, 2026

Format: Kindle

This is the first book I’ve read by this author. Mr Best ensures that the reader understands paranormal activity and types as this is book one in a series. That said, this story also involves teenagers so it does draw in that demographic as well. Have you ever seen a ghost or paranormal activity? Whether yay or nay, read and see what you think.

Book Title: Quillan Creek and the Little War
Series: Time Stones Book I 
Author Name: Ian Hunter
Publication Date: 3rd August 2018
Publisher: MVB Marketing-und Verlagsservice des Buchhandels
Print Length: 281 Page
Genre: Historical Fantasy

Any Triggers: N/A

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Book Title and Author Name:

Quillan Creek and the Little War: 

Time Stones Book I 
By Ian Hunter

Blurb:

Jessie Mason lives with her nose in the pages of history. But she is about to discover that the past is a dangerous place where she doesn’t belong, and knowledge alone is not going to save her.

In Jessie’s troubled life her aunt is the only constant and comfort she has. But when she inexplicably disappears, and Jessie uncovers her mother’s Time Stone, that unhappy life turns unreal and terrifying.

She is summoned to a world in crisis, 250 years in her past, to three unlikely companions, and the aged Onondaga shaman, Nishkamich, who promises an education in the powers of the stones which they each possess.

Over one glorious summer, Jessie reluctantly settles to village life and the developing bond with her prickly friends, until they are forced to accept that their stones are being hunted through history.

But in the depths of winter, their friendship, their wits, and the very limits of their endurance, will be tested by an unforgiving Nature as war finally erupts around them.

Praise:

“…the kind of book that one would forgo sleep to finish.”

The Coffee Pot Book Club

“…fantastical and riveting.”

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“…an exciting adventure for readers with unforgettable companions.”

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Author Bio:

Ian Hunter

Books have been an important part of my life as long as I can remember, and at 54 years old, that’s a lot of books. My earliest memories of reading are CS Lewis’, “The Horse and His Boy” – by far the best of the Narnia books, the Adventures series by Willard Price, and “Goalkeepers are Different” by sports journalist Brian Glanville. An eclectic mix. My first English teacher was surprised to hear that I was reading, Le Carré, Ken Follett, Nevil Shute and “All the Presidents’ Men” by Woodward and Bernstein at the age of 12. I was simply picking up the books my father had finished.

School syllabus threw up the usual suspects – Shakespeare, Chaucer, Dickens, Hardy, “To Kill a Mockingbird” – which I have reread often, and others I don’t immediately recall. By “A” level study, my then English teachers were pulling their hair out at my “perverse waste of talent” – I still have the report card! But I did manage a pass.

During a 35 year career, briefly in Banking and then in IT, I managed to find time, with unfailing family support, to study another lifelong passion, graduating with an Open University Bachelors’ degree in History in 2002. This fascination with all things historical inspired me to begin the Time Stones series. There is so much to our human past, and so many differing views on what is the greatest, and often the saddest, most tragic story. I decided I wanted to write about it; to shine a small light on those, sometimes pivotal stories, which are less frequently mentioned.

In 1995, my wife, Michelle, and I moved from England to southern Germany, where we still live, with our two children, one cat, and, when she pays us a visit, one chocolate labrador. I have been fortunate that I could satisfy another wish, to travel as widely as possible and see as much of our world as I can. Destinations usually include places of historic and archaeological interest, mixed with a large helping of sun, sea and sand for my wife’s peace of mind.

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Pinkerton Detective Abigail MacKay is a master of disguises—and of new crime-solving technology! But she’ll have to move fast to stay a step ahead of Nat Quinn and Jake Conroy.

Nat and Jake are the ringleaders of The Innocents, a western gang that specializes in holding up trains carrying payrolls—and Nat is pretty savvy when it comes to using the new sciences of 1868 in committing his crimes.

Charismatic Nat and handsome Jake are on the run, and they’ve always gotten away before—before Abi. But when Abi is caught by another band of outlaws during the chase, there’s no other choice for Nat and Jake but to save her life. Abi owes them, and she agrees to help them bring in the murderer of a family friend.

The web of criminal activity grows more entangled with each passing day, but Nat, Jake, and Abi are united in their efforts to find the murderer. Once that happens, all bets are off, and Abi will be turning Nat and Jake over to the law. But can she do it? She finds herself falling for Nat, but is that growing attraction real? Or is he just using her to learn more about the Pinkertons’ methods? Abi always gets her man—but she may have met her match in her “best enemies”—THE INNOCENTS.

My Review:

This is the first book I’ve read by this author. I love a good old west book and this one is chock full. There are cowboys, soiled doves, Pinkerton operatives, murders, crime solving, disguise wearing detectives, and passion.

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A fearful city lies in wait. Summer is here. The solstice is near. Each time the serial killer strikes there are two more victims. One woman has already disappeared. It’s only a matter of time before another woman is murdered.

Homicide Detective Rachel Hood, a psychic empath, feels every ounce of a victim’s pain but is powerless to save her.

Psychic FBI Agent Nick Draven is a skilled profiler, specializing in occult crimes. Together, they must race against the clock to capture the psychopath terrorizing Snug Harbor, Ohio. Only one victim has escaped, but she can’t ID her attacker. Authorities don’t know if they’re tracking a male or female predator. What they do know is the sick signature the killer leaves behind. A handmade ragdoll crafted out of the previous victim’s clothes is found in the clutches of the deceased women.

Rachel’s obsession with the case deepens, and she devises a rogue plan to outsmart the killer. The risky plot puts her life in jeopardy. The serial killer has had years to master the crime. Nick only has hours to track down the killer and rescue Rachel before she dies in a ritualistic sacrifice at the hand of a knife wielding, blood thirsty murderer.

My Review:

Rachel Hood is hot on the case of murdered women, tortured women, killed slowly, by a psychotic serial killer. This is a paranormal thriller. M.J. La Beff adds in touches of witchcraft and heightened senses. The story keeps you on the edge of your seat and the one doing the killings could be a man or a woman. Hood wants to find her missing sister, and to finally do so, she goes rogue!

Book Title: Whispers in the Snow

Series: Heartwarming Christmas

Author Name: Heidi Eljarbo

Publication Date: 27th January, 2026

Publisher: independently published

Pages: 140 (PDF)

Genre: Historical romance mystery

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Whispers in the Snow

Heartwarming Christmas

by Heidi Eljarbo

Blurb:

Of course, a young woman in Norway during the late nineteenth century can be a successful amateur sleuth, and goodness knows, Cornelia’s days are always more exciting when she can devote her time to resolving a local mystery.

Cornelia Gran is a dedicated daughter, friendly and kind; although, she has an exorbitant amount of curiosity. She devours Arthur Conan Doyle’s magazine articles and tries to follow the fictitious Sherlock Holmes’s investigative examples, but her fascination with solving puzzles always gets her into mischief.

Each morning, Cornelia reads the newspaper, looking for a conundrum to solve. Searching for clues—and then chronicling her discoveries—thrills her. She certainly finds those activities more entertaining than taking her grandmother’s advice and attending one Christmas ball after another in search of a husband.

But chaos and danger turn Cornelia’s quiet days upside down when her attempt to find information about the owner of a nearby abandoned cottage takes her into dangerous territory. As winter winds rattle the windows and swirl snowdrifts against the doors, she faces off with a ghost, gets in trouble with the police, and finds herself staring down danger without thinking of the consequences. In the middle of it all, she meets Simon and is captivated by his charm, good looks, and personality.

Meanwhile, a real killer is after her, and he won’t stop until he gets information she doesn’t have! Christmas, with all its cheery festivities, hygge, and family traditions, has never been more threatened. Cornelia must call on all her investigative skills, not only to stop the ruination of her family’s holiday, but also to make certain Simon and his aunt keep what belongs to them. And maybe, just maybe, the amateur sleuth will discover the meaning of true love.

Set in a fictitious town in Norway in 1891, this cozy historical mystery is perfect for those who enjoy curious and determined women sleuths, clean and wholesome romance, and the discovery of buried secrets in an abandoned house.

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Author Bio:

HEIDI ELJARBO grew up in a home full of books, artwork, and happy creativity. She is the author of historical novels filled with courage, hope, mystery, adventure, and sweet romance during challenging times. She’s been named a master of dual timelines and often writes about strong-willed women of past centuries.

After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She lives with her husband on a charming island and enjoys walking in any kind of weather, hugging her grandchildren, and has a passion for art and history.

Her family’s chosen retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summer and ski the vast white terrain during winter.

Heidi’s favorites are her family, God’s beautiful nature, and the word whimsical.

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Book Title:  Dance of the Earth

Series:  N/a

Author Name: Anna M Holmes

Publication Date: 28 October 2025

Publisher: The Book Guild

Pages: 456

Genre: Historical Fiction

Any Triggers: war injury

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Book Title & Author:

Dance of the Earth

by Anna M Holmes

Blurb:

From world stages to theatres of war, Dance of the Earth is a sweeping family saga.

Set against the backdrops of London’s gilded Alhambra music hall, Diaghilev’s dazzling Ballets Russes, and the upheavals of the First World War, Rose and her children, Nina and Walter, pursue their ambitions, loves, and dreams. Dance and music shape their identities, helping each to find their place in the world.

Spanning the years 1875 to 1921—an era of profound artistic and social change—fact and fiction interweave in this tapestry of birth, sacrifice, and renewal. Art—both serious and comic—is at the story’s beating heart.

EXTRACT 2:

DANCE OF THE EARTH.  ACT 1.

Rose is a front row dancer at the Alhambra Theatre.

Brandishing a folded copy of The Globe, Rose burst into her dressing room. ‘Look at this, will you!’

Tousled heads looked up – yawning girls preparing for class – then they clustered around. She pointed to the entertainment column’s description of Don Quixote. ‘And here he writes, “The ever-popular Miss Rose Banbury…” Hear that? My first mention!’ It was thrilling seeing her name in a newspaper. Promotion on the bill was only a matter of time.

‘He must’ve enjoyed your little turn as a lady of Spain,’ said Ivy.

‘Or your legs,’ came an envious voice.

‘Now, now.’ Evelyn raised a hand. ‘That’s lovely, Rose, happy for you. I know you want to get on. Me, I’m thinking of getting out.’

‘Out?’ Rose was startled. ‘But you love dancing.’

‘I’m fed up with the nights. Regular hours would be nice – selling hats or gloves. A department store, I’m thinking.’

Conversation turned to Evelyn’s potential departure while Rose searched for her scissors. She’d clip out the article for Molly to add to the scrapbook.

It wasn’t just The Globe reviewer noticing her. Across Mr Jacobi’s raised baton – their musical director looking immaculate in his dress suit, moustache and beard well-clipped – Rose spotted a man in a three-pound front row seat, top hat perched on lap, who seemed to enjoy looking at her. She began to look out for him.

It was early December, she’d just turned eighteen, when she saw him waiting outside, standing apart from other stage-door Johnnies. Poised, leaning on a cane, he ignored girls who’d paused to call saucily, ‘You waitin’ for me, darlin’? ‘I’m ready for a drink if you are.’

He caught her eye, tipping his silk top hat. He was tall, and not bad looking, if he did have a rather narrow face and longish nose. Despite the chilly evening his knee-length frock coat was open revealing a very nice silk cravat and pin at his throat and an equally nice double-breasted waistcoat. Rose’s eyes travelled down his length, taking in tailored striped trousers ending with polished shoes. She knew a thing or two about fashion and the cut of cloth, and this gentleman with a waxed moustache looked just the ticket, and he was looking at her.

‘Good evening, Miss,’ he said. ‘I enjoyed the show enormously, and your contribution to it.’

Rose was a quick learner: well-spoken, well dressed, ten or so years her senior.

‘You noticed me then?’ She postured, chin tilted, hip angled.

‘You shine across the footlights. I am only surprised you have not yet been promoted. A girl such as you…’ A kid-leather gloved hand waved vaguely.

She glanced at Ivy who raised an eyebrow in a “are-you-coming-or-not?” way, but the gentleman was in no rush to leave. Neither was she.

‘Arthur Roberts,’ he offered. ‘May I call tomorrow evening?’ There’s a club we might—’

‘We?’ Ivy chipped in. ‘Rose and me stick together.’

‘Delighted. I have discovered Miss Banbury’s name—’

‘Oh, have you!’ Rose looked at him under her lashes.

‘…and yours is…? He smiled effortlessly at Ivy and Rose noticed his teeth weren’t snaggly. This gentleman, with a lovely warm voice, was entirely presentable and passed muster at the first hurdle.

She angled her hat and smiled. ‘A club, did you say?’

The following night, the show went well. From the wings she watched Mr Grais’s Baboon and Donkey circus act, amazed how well the pompadoured, striped-shirted showman trained his troupe of animals. He was a clever juggler too, rarely dropping a club. She hoped Mr Roberts was enjoying it. Then, with animals herded off, sweepers and cleaners moved on, bucket and mop in hand.

Taking her place on stage for Chicago – still running after all those months – she detected the lingering whiff of animals and disinfectant with top notes of floral perfumes she and other girls had doused themselves with. Rose tried to spot Mr Roberts, making sure a leg was artfully displayed through the high-cut slit of her costume when she posed.

In her dressing room, after smearing cold cream on her face and wiping off stage make up, Rose dressed carefully in a new red jacket with leg-of-mutton sleeves and tight waist. Her green woollen skirt was flared over a pale-yellow petticoat and bum roll, and her small hat, trimmed with flowers and stiff bows, was quite the thing. When she and Ivy stepped out of the stage door, she was fashionably attired – with a distinctive feel for colour that was all her own – with only the tips of her shoes peeping out with each step.

She waved. ‘Mr Roberts. Here we are!’

Arthur Roberts strode forward. ‘What a lucky man. Two ladies!’ Arm in arm, they walked in the direction of Soho and in Dean Street stopped at the iron railing outside Blacks. ‘Shall we?’ he said.

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Stories with big themes written as page-turners are Anna M Holmes’s speciality.

With an extensive background in dance and theatre, Dance of the Earth is a story she has longed to write. Her novels—The Find, Wayward Voyage, and Blind Eye—are all typified by deep research.

Anna worked as a radio journalist before embarking on a career in arts management. Originally from New Zealand, she now lives in South-West London.

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