Flowers of Europe

By Sharon E. Cathcart

Thaddeus Flowers, American inventor and charming rake, is chasing adventure and romance across Europe. English scientist Arabella Abingdon is always one step ahead of him. Join the excitement in these steampunk-tinged historical tales that take you from Hyde Park to the Place des Vosges.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharon E. Cathcart
• Release date: Aug 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463581629

Sharon E. Cathcart

Award-winning author Sharon E. Cathcart (she/her) writes historical fiction with a twist!A former journalist and newspaper editor, Sharon has written for as long as she can remember and generally has at least one work in progress.Sharon lives with her husband and several rescue cats in the Silicon Valley, California.

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Flowers of Europe

Copyright Sharon E. Cathcart, 2017 and 2019

Cover design by Sharon E. Cathcart, using Canva

Originally published as Flowers of London and Flowers of Paris in Some Time Later, Thinking Ink Press, 2017

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Apart from historical persons and events cited in the text, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Other Titles in This Series

Flowers of London

Flowers of Paris

Author’s Note and Acknowledgments

Sample Chapter, In The Eye of The Beholder

About the Author

Flowers of London

1882

Thaddeus Flowers awoke in a bed not his own, head pounding. He’d definitely taken too much ale at the White Horse last night, and was not entirely sure where he was. The pub was in the Seven Dials, but he might be anywhere from there to Chelsea.

Raking his fingers through his dark hair, Thad sat up slowly. The dull light filtering in through the curtains showed a respectable enough room; his clothes were draped across a chair … on top of what looked like a petticoat.

Oh, dear god.

Thad looked at the sleeping figure next to him. The young woman’s auburn hair was spread across the pillow, her face serene in sleep.

A pretty girl. I wish