Book Title: June Jenson and the Shield of Quell
Author: Emily Harper
Genre: Women's Action/Adventure
Release Date: April 16, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
June Jenson, an accomplished Oxford professor, has spent her life trying to get out from under the shadow of her infamous grandfather: a renowned archaeologist accused of stealing a relic during an excavation at Sutton-Hoo. When a secret alliance recruits June to guard priceless artifacts she realizes that this is her chance to contribute to the history she loves and rid herself of the cloud of suspicion that her family has lived under for so long. But, when the artifact June is commissioned to guard turns out to be the same relic her grandfather was accused of stealing− a relic he has consistently claimed never existed − her carefully laid plans of family redemption are a bit shot. Now, with the aid of her accused grandfather who suffers from early onset Alzheimer’s, and a chauffeur who’s looking for a scandal to make him famous, June must race to discover the truth of the shield and what really happened at Sutton-Hoo all those years ago.
I must remain calm. The Alzheimer’s always gets worse when I get angry at him. But, honestly, sometimes it is so trying to have a conversation with someone that should really take about a minute and it ends up taking twenty. Even then we don’t really get anywhere.
“As long as you’re sure,” he says. “I don’t want you to regret afterwards that you asked for my help and weren’t able to figure this out on your own.”
“I could figure this out on my own,” I argue.
At his doubtful expression I sit up straighter.
“It’s not that I can’t figure it out myself. Because I certainly could, given more time.”
“And how much time have you had already to solve this riddle?”
I pretend to think about the answer when we both know I haven’t slept in three days.
The Alliance has given me until midnight. I have exactly twenty-three minutes left to give them an answer that will determine my entire future. If it’s right, I’m in. I will officially be protecting Britain’s priceless artifacts; studying them, and seeing relics that no one is even aware are in existence.
If I fail, I have thirty essays to grade by tomorrow morning.
“Right, so you need my help, but you want to figure this out yourself,” he says.
“Exactly,” I nod.
“June, really, have you not been working on your logical formulas lately? You’re not making a lick of sense.” The Professor shakes his head. “I really shouldn’t help you with arguments as unsound as that.”
The Professor doesn’t know what this is really about. He thinks it is a bet amongst colleagues at work. The first one to solve the riddle gets the coveted parking spot beside the Elm tree. We don’t even own a car, but the Professor’s pride responded to the principle of the matter when I told him the stakes.
“Professor, please!” I say, looking down at my watch. “Can you just tell me the answer, and we can argue over semantics later?”
He studies me for a moment before nodding.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he says, smiling. “How about another clue?”
Stay calm, just breathe. Everything will be fine.
“Now, let me see…” he says, pursing his lips. “Something to tell you that won’t be too obvious… That’s a hard thing, I got the answer in about three seconds with the clues you’ve already been given…”
If he doesn’t tell me the bloody answer in five minutes he’s going in a home.
Originally from England, she currently lives in Canada with her husband, two children, and a very naughty dog.