Blog Tour ~ Review ~ The Blood of Kings by Angela King.

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Book summary

1559. A girl arrives in London to search for her brother. Aalia, an awkward, arrogant teenager plans to bring William to his senses, until she discovers that both their lives are based on a lie. Aalia must unravel a web of secrets but has the weight of her past to contend with. Courageous and undisciplined, Aalia gradually comes to terms with the truth that William, her brother, has royal blood. Deciding to undermine the men who want to use him as a pawn, Aalia must negotiate a world where secrecy arms the powerful. But unwilling to ask for anyone’s help she is forced into making a fateful decision. Who can she trust when everyone around her is plotting? Is the truth really something worth dying for?

This epic story of secrets and betrayal paints a vivid picture of Elizabethan England and asks questions that span beyond the test of time.


I would like to thank the Publishers Bombshell books, the writer Angela King and blog tour organiser Sarah Hardy for the ARC copy of this book in return for an honest review.
The Blood of Kings is an intriguing tale of a young headstrong girl Aalia, who comes to Britain to track down her brother and save him from the men, who seek to use him to dethrone Elizabeth I.
The character of Aalia was my favourite thing about this book. She is brave, beautiful and headstrong! Not for her a life as a doting wife and mother, only able to wield influence through the men she is related to! This fascinating character is determined to circumvent the men who seek to control her. Feisty, she mesmerises those around her with a beautiful singing voice and her refusal to be cowed by danger. She is not perfect, her stubborn nature gets her into many scraps and serious danger, but this is what makes her so much fun to read about. You’re never going to be bored when the lead character is as daring as Aalia.
The story is filled with the intrigue of the Tudor court and the story weaves from the hustle and bustle of the Thames out into the courts and homes of the Tudor society. We are treated to a story that takes us right into the heart Elizabethan London, down its side streets and into its Inns. Angela King weaves a story that brings the atmosphere of this period into a very enjoyable novel. There is murder, betrayal and acts of great courage as Aalia and her supporters seek to stop her brother William from making a terrible mistake. A story so full of plots that you read on just to see if Aalia will survive.

If you like you stories jam packed with adventure and treachery and your heroines brave and yet flawed, then this is the book for you.

The Blood of Kings can be purchased from Amazon

Arthur bio 

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I’ve always loved words, those little black squiggles dancing around the page lead inside a secret world – the world of imagination.

I’ve always loved writing – diaries, stories, letters – I’m a compulsive writer. My favourite task is pinning the imagined world into words – it’s also the most exciting but I’d rarely let anyone read my work.

I was born in Wimbledon but my first memories are of Clapham Common, where I lived until I was six years old. Next I moved to Kent, to an ancient village on the fringes of the Thames Estuary. I loved books and dreamed of becoming a writer – my English teacher was really encouraging – but I come from a long line of practical dreamers who need first to earn a living.

After school I went to Medway College of Art in Rochester, to study design. The course was meant to teach design techniques that could be ‘geared’ to any medium but it failed, most students dropped out before the first term ended. I ‘geared’ towards costume and embroidery and during college holidays worked at ‘Bermans and Nathans’, a company who provided costumes for film, television and theatre.

My first ‘proper’ job was working as assistant designer to the most amazing man, Bruno Stern (there’s a book waiting to be written). The company was based in Dover Street and made beautiful clothes for the rich and famous. It was a surreal place to work but after problems getting home during a year of unplanned rail strikes, I decided to find employment nearer home.

By this time I’d married – Michael King. He was working as a goldsmith in Essex and we were living in the village of Paglesham when I got a job with a local theatrical costume company. I loved my job and started writing children’s books with an illustrator friend. Together we produced two little books – ‘Olly the Octopus’ and ‘The Squeaky Knight’. In 1980 I began working on my first novel when we had a season of disasters – Michael was involved in a terrible car crash, the company where he worked went bankrupt, my old dog died and our beautiful, grade 2 listed cottage, burned down. Feeling it was time for change we moved to Cumbria.

We started our own jewellery company in 1984, working from home. We had two small children and no income. Michael manufactured while I went out selling his work at craft fairs. We struggled at first – finding customers, building a reputation. We moved to bigger premises in 2002 and now employ four jewellers and two design consultants.

While my children were growing up I studied with the Open University. I also worked for a small company which made docu-history films for museums and wrote articles for magazines and specialist publications. Then, in 2008, two very close friends died, kicking me into action – if I didn’t write my novel soon it might never be written. I joined a couple of local creative writing groups and finally allowed my imagination to run free.

In 2016 I had short stories published in three different anthologies: Dark Minds (Bloodhound Books), Happily Never After (C & P Writers) and Dot, Dot, Dot, (Wiza Words).

Angel King can be followed on her as Blog and on Twitter


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