Rommel: The General’s Namesake:
Here we have Rommel the black Labrador Retriever, pure bred and descended of a noble stock. He is pictured crooning to his favorite songs in the backseat of our minivan here at Cheops Books LLC. He was named after the famous World War 2 German general of the same name. Erwin Rommel figures in several of our historical thriller novels such as Captive at the Berghof parts 1 and 2 and in Hitler’s Agent and Helga’s Reich. He is the great antagonist of General Lord Edward Ware in North Africa in 1942, particularly at the Battle of El Alamein. General Rommel wants the Lawrence maps, key to world domination, to learn how to avoid the soft sands in the Sahara Desert in order to take Cairo and Alexandria and push the British out of Mid-East Headquarters and out of Africa itself. We here at Cheops Books LLC thought Rommel was a fitting name for a pugnacious dog who loves to dart about. When running he moves with the speed of a charging tank. Very appropriate indeed.

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On The Road Again Winners —- Lou and TR Bear
Lou and TR Bear submitted their winning entry for the On The Road Again Contest hosted by Cheops Books LLC. They snapped a photo of themselves cruising along in their car on the newly reconstructed Houghton Road. In the background you will see the Santa Catalina Mountains, the subject of the most recent June issue of Arizona Highways Magazine: Special Collector’s Issue with an illustration of the range on the front cover. They wrote in that they could imagine Dora and Edward cruising along in the same direction headed for Mt. Lemmon, the highest mountain in the range. They could hide out in a cabin at the top at 9,000 feet elevation. How could Helga von Wessel and Adolf Hitler find them there? They might try to smoke them out in the Santa Catalina Mountains especially now that it is summer with one of those runaway wildfires. Helga has been known to do far worse in the service of her Fuhrer. But Dora and Edward are certainly capable of outwitting them in the Santa Catalina Mountains as they continue to hide the Lawrence maps, key to world domination.

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Chapter 14: Wall Street Swastika: Hitler at the Savoy:
Winston Churchill instantly scribbled a response and told the trusted messenger to take it back to zu Putlitz at once. They all waited nervously for a reply. This could be a scandal of major proportions. The wayward Prince of Wales was known to get himself into all sorts of trouble despite the warnings of his father the King and his more cautious mother. He needed supervising to say the very least. And no doubt Hitler was just the sort of savvy politician to take full advantage of such naiveté.
Putlitz himself appeared as Winston had requested. He was in a hurry to rush up the stairs to Winston’s suite of room at Morpeth Mansions. Winston’s wife had the hot soup ready to serve along with tea sandwiches. She brought out her silver tea service and got very serious pouring the boiling hot water into the teacups.
Putlitz handed Winston a photo he had taken of Herr von Wessel and his wife meeting with officials at the German Embassy to arrange the meeting with the Prince as soon as possible. He had a photo of Herr von Wessel signing a letter which his wife slipped into a fancy envelope. Then she hand addressed it with a very ornate style handwriting which she must have been practicing or even learning just for this special occasion. They sealed the envelope and handed it back to their messenger with a smile.
Winston handed the photos to Edward and Dora to examine. Dora could appreciate the wily ways of the von Wessels, having experienced them herself on many previous occasions. They seemed to be planning something particularly wicked to judge by their smiling, cagey face expressions and the way the husband and wife were casting each other pregnant looks.
“When is the appointed time?” Winston questioned Putlitz in his flowery language.
“I overheard that it was to be tomorrow at five in the main ballroom at the Embassy,” he revealed.
“We don’t have much time,” Edward observed. “We’ve got to stop them right away or it will be too late.”
“I don’t want to alarm their Majesties. I shall have to take care of this myself,” Winston asserted. He headed to his offices at Parliament accompanied by Dora and Edward. He started to search through filing cabinet after dusty filing cabinet for a copy of the original lease. The German government was after all leasing Prussia House from Parliament. He wanted to acquaint himself with the terms. He called file clerk after file clerk. Finally he found what he was looking for. The lease was expired and never renewed!
“So they are there illegally!” Edward exclaimed.
Churchill had a secretary type up a lease with very disadvantageous terms. He picked a functionary and carefully instructed him not to answer any questions about who sent him. He was just to say “a committee of Parliament”. That ought to put the kinks in their sails!
Mrs. Churchill, Churchill, Dora, and Edward were enjoying a hot cup of tea at Morpeth Mansions waiting for the boy’s return smiling to themselves when he came back with a blank look. “I could not find a soul. The Embassy was deserted.”
“What!” exclaimed Churchill. “But this is the very hour of infamy when they are supposed to be corrupting the Prince of Wales under the very noses of the British people.” He had instructed the boy to head to the very chamber and wing of the building.
The messenger shrugged.
Churchill got on the phone. He called around London to his confederates and associates. Had anybody seen the bastards?
Br-r-r-r-ring!
“Hello!” Winston answered the phone. It was a favorite waiter from the Savoy Hotel which he liked to frequent, not somebody he had contacted by somebody who was calling spontaneously because he had observed what he thought Churchill might be interested in.
“What! The von Wessels are in the main dining room of the Savoy Hotel!” he exclaimed. “They have rented a room. The Prince has just appeared! This is infamy!”
When he hung up Edward guessed, “Maybe they caught on that you were up to something.”
“We will figure that out later,” Churchill chose his favorite bowler hat and they were out the door in a rush. Edward drove Churchill and Dora to the Savoy and ditched the car on the sidewalk for the flunkies to park.
They rushed into the lobby. They headed for the main dining room where all eyes among the guests were agog. There sat His Majesty at tea with not only the von Wessels but Adolf Hitler himself!

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Chapter 11: Wall Street Swastika: Nazis at the British Museum:
It was clear now that the Prof’s identity had been compromised. He might have gotten away with taking the Lawrence maps from Dora during the ball in the Queen’s Room on the Mauretania. But now he was seen with Edward, Churchill, and Dora in public in a restaurant in the south of England. He had also accompanied them to Studland Beach. It was obvious that the Prof could not just return to Oxford with the maps and expect to remain unmolested.
“We’ve got to find a safe dumping place for the maps so we can decide what to do next about Hitler,” Winston suggested. “They have been left all sorts of places in the past. We have to be very original now to fool the enemy.”
Dora remembered how she had babysat the maps herself at the end of the Great War. First Edward had sent her the map of Petra, Lawrence’s greatest victory, to hide in her closet in her bedroom back in Pittsburgh. She had guarded it with her life and even brought it with her to the Paris Peace Conference where she first met Lawrence of Arabia face to face to talk to him about Edward’s fate. Then Lawrence himself, the Great Man who had drawn all the maps that had made the Germans go crazy for the past generation, had presented her with a humidor full of his maps to take back to Pittsburgh and guard with her life.
Since that fateful day the Lawrence maps —- and the Great Man had added to the trove since with new maps —- had been hidden everywhere from the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum to a miniature Grecian temple on the grounds at Ware Hall, to the floorboards at the bedroom at Ware Hall, to Churchill’s estate at Chartwell, to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in Santa Fe, to the Rose Tree Museum in Tombstone. Each locale had its own adventure and own drama associated with it. The chase never seemed to end. And here they were again.
Churchill and the Prof left at night so as to elude the enemy. They had called for a car, and it had been delivered. Dora and Edward had to wait and watch for things to be arranged. Meanwhile Edward kept the maps up his sleeve.
There was an uneasy truce with the Germans. They prowled around the beach day and night. Dora would often see strange figures up on the rocks and know who the blond Arayans worked for. Meanwhile when they went out to buy necessities they had to take two large hired thugs with them that Dora had hired over the phone.
The phone rang one night about a week later. It was Churchill. He told them that they would meet at the Garden Hotel across the street from the British Museum in London. They would meet for dinner in the main restaurant. There they would rendezvous with the archaeologist Leonard Woolley who had once excavated at Carchemish with T. E Lawrence, Edward, Edward’s father Sir Adolphus Ware, and a crew of workmen during the seasons 1913 and 1914.
Dora remembered Leonard Woolley! He had helped them hide the Lawrence maps once before. After all, he had special access to the collections at the museum.
Edward and Dora left at night. Edward insisted on driving the whole way to London himself using back roads cutting through the New Forest. When Dora thought she saw somebody following them, Edward eluded them. It got to the point she was spooked even by the moonlight on the Neolithic Bronze Age burial mounds lining the road. If something seemed to move it had to be the light or a ghost. It could not be a German.
They finally arrived at the hotel and were shown to their places at the patio overlooking private gardens in a room they had rented just for the occasion —- meaning no one else besides their party was allowed in. Leonard Woolley greeted them over tea and crumpets and showed them the worker suits they were to wear when they followed him back to the museum. Dora thought that was original. She only hoped it was enough of a disguise.
She got dressed and pinned her hair back underneath a special cap. Again under cover of darkness when the Museum was closed for the night, Woolley took them through the little used back entrance, up the stairs, into the main part of the British Museum. They were all carrying lights, flashlights, and lanterns for illumination.
Dora started. She thought she bumped into somebody. A lady with black braids was looking at her severely. She hoped it was not a German spy!
“These are two Egyptian sarcophagi from the Middle Kingdom during the time of Queen Hapshepsut,” Woolley lectured them. “This is the perfect hiding place for the Lawrence maps.” He reached out and grabbed one of the carved wooden black braids cascading down over the lady’s shoulder to her waist. At the end he had punched a hole. Edward handed him the maps. He inserted them in the opening and then plugged it shut again wtih the bottom of the carved wooden braid.
They stood there admiring the Egyptian twin figures with almost religious reverence. “Your secret could be kept for three thousand years!” Leonard Woolley boasted.
“Not that long!” chuckled Churchill. “Just until we defeat Hitler and any Germans who might be hanging about your museum.”

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The Old Faithful Plot ends at the Old Faithful Geyser and Geyser Basin in Yellowstone National Park. The geyser and its regular eruptions are part of the climactic scene of the alternative history thriller novel. It’s enough to give you thrills and chills but wouldn’t that be even more true if the geyser could erupt in your face as it were or at least on your own desktop?
Thanks to the National Park website nps.gov such a thing is now possible. You can tune in each and every day no matter what the time of year to watch Old Faithful erupt in all its glory. The National Park Service operates a webcam. Here is the link. From now on Cheops Books LLC is going to display the link on the Old Faithful Plot page of the website: http://www.edwardwarethrillers.org. It will keep you in the right mood for reading the book. You know you can turn to it when you are in the mood. Our author Dora Benley tells us that she was constantly watching the geyser erupt as she was writing the novel. We can tell. You will be able to also.

Click here to see the Old Faithful webcam.

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Edward Ware Thrillers Newsletter December 2016
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All.

Christmas Special:
Would you like an audio book version of Captive at the Berghof: Part 1 or Part 2 or perhaps Dark Horse? Would you like to find out if the Wares get their daughter, Thomasina, back from Hitler? Or how the election of 1940 turns out in the alternative history scenario of Dark Horse? If so Cheops Books LLC has a free giveaway for the first fifteen people to respond. Use the Contact us form on the website to let us know your preference. We will give you the code you need to check it out for free on Audible.

All Cheops Books LLC titles are for sale as Kindle ebooks on Amazon.com. But they are not available on Amazon as paperbacks. Starting in 2017 you will be able to get paperback editions of selected books right on our website. You will see that a BUY NOW button has been inserted next to the lucky title chose for this promotion. You will be able to buy the titles using your PayPal account. Or if you wish you will be able to buy selected paperbacks on lulu.com.

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Even selected ebooks will be available on lulu.com as an alternative to Amazon if you prefer.
Pack your bags for Denmark in the New Year. That is what Dora and Edward must do when they are attacked during a Shakespeare performance and must flee and hide the Lawrence maps in a place of ill omen, Hamlet’s Castle in Elsinore. Look for Murder at Hamlet’s Castle, coming soon from Cheops Books, LLC.

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Reaction to University of Pennsylvania Removal of Shakespeare Portrait: Supposedly the students at the University of Pennsylvania removed Shakespeare’s portrait from the hallway of the Fisher-Bennett Hall in the name of diversity and replaced it with a photo of a black gay poet, Audre Lorde. If I were running the department, I would remove the students first. They don’t seem to be worthy to graduate from a one-time prestigious institution.

What is wrong with what they did? First of all, Shakespeare is a well-established writer to say the least. “Modern and diverse” is not important. What is important is what has survived the test of the ages, or rather history. If you want to celebrate a black poet, put up a portrait or a bust of Pushkin, the very famous Russian writer. If you want a Lesbian poet, take the most famous of all —- Sappho from ancient Greece. They have survived the test of time. Audre Lorde has not.
This emphasis nowadays on what is contemporary is anti-intellectual and anti-scholarly, and that is what universities are supposed to be about.

Cheops Books LLC will publish an upcoming novel about Shakespeare, Murder in Hamlet’s Castle.

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The villainess, Helga von Wessel, Hitler’s chief spy, struts boldly across the cover of this book with Europe at her back and all sorts of ambitious notions in her head. As far as she is concerned it isn’t Hitler’s Reich. It is Helga’s Reich. She will wrap Edward around her little finger to prove it.

Dora isn’t sure she is cut out for this life of intrigue against Hitler and his chiefest spy, Helga von Wessel, who turns out to be Edward’s mistress and the mother of his bastard son, Leopold. After all, as the only daughter of a Robber Baron from Pittsburgh, she is used to having things her own way. The conflict heats up between Dora and her husband, Colonel Sir Edward Ware, and they are headed for a splashy divorce that makes headlines around the world just at the moment when the globe is poised on the brink of war. Hitler’s Spy is coming soon from Cheops Books, LLC.

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Dora Benley’s father, Winthrop Benley, was a Pittsburgh Industrialist one hundred years ago and also a good friend of Teddy Roosevelt, the Rough Rider. In those days he never thought that America should involve itself much in European affairs. They should stay to themselves. He did not even approve of World War 1, let alone the Second World War. He was an American First advocate. He would never have believed that China should make goods that America imports while it closes down its own industrial plants. He would have thought that America would have the commonsense not to favor such a policy. He would say look what happened to England during the First World War. They were importing all their food and when they couldn’t do that because of war conditions almost starved to death. Winthrop Benley would think the same about industrial production, steel, raw materials, etc. You don’t want to depend on anybody who could end up pointing a gun at you. He and Teddy Roosevelt would have agreed with Trump.

See Cheops Books LLC’s upcoming interview with Winthrop Benley.

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Cheops Books LLC is concluding its Point Horror Line Celebration with the freebie of the week, Double Dark. This is a young adult horror collection. You can read both Dark 1 and Dark 2 for free starting tomorrow and continuing through the weekend. Take time out from doing your Christmas shopping to enjoy a little scare and have a little suspenseful fun now and then. Find out more about the St. Simons Island heroine, Bianca Winters, and her dark hero/anti-hero, Doc. Who killed Mrs. Ingersoll? Get the latest word! Read Double Dark now.

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