Leah Moyes is from
Arizona but experienced many parts of the world in thanks to a career in the
airlines. Now most of her time, aside from writing, is spent with her family,
reading Historical Fiction novels or studying ancient cultures as a student of
Archaeology.



She always believed she was born in the wrong time period, but since she
doesn’t have access to a time machine she must write and read intriguing
stories of the past. 

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Book 1
Treachery,
heartache, and loneliness led Ella Kühn to take her first drink of alcohol ten
years ago. When the delusions begin, images from her past threaten to challenge
her state of mind. Ironically, the very thing that haunts her, is the thing
that has kept her alive—the butterfly tattoo covering the gunshot wound to her
right shoulder. It’s physical and emotional reminder not only symbolizes her
courage, but also signifies Stefan’s absence . . . which now spans
twelve years.










 











Book 2
It’s 1983 in the
Deutsch Democratic Republic. Trust remains a fragile ally as the Communist Bloc
begins to crumble. Ella’s involvement in the rising opposition and underground
punk movement, puts her more at risk than any escape plan ever could. She is
followed, watched and hunted . . .  but by whom? An old
enemy? The Secret Police? Or her new employer?






 





Book 3
In Release, the third and final installment
of the Berlin Butterfly Series, Ella battles her inner demons as she struggles
to survive the ever-growing darkness in the East. Will she regain her former
strength and find a way to flee to the thinning borders of Czechoslovakia and
join Anton and Josef? Or will ties to her precarious past keep her bound—her
only release found in the freedom of pain and guilt while embracing life without
her family in East Berlin?
Snippet from Release:
Startinearly huh, lass?The barmans foreign accent did not hold back his sarcasm. My glare answered for me. Rachmaninoff okay?
I nodded. As he poured, the liquid flowed smoothly, and when it settled, it appeared like solid glass, no fizzes or foam. I scanned the surface, laden and tempting, imagining the relief provided as it passed my lips and slithered down my anxious throat. I stared.
I thought of Mari, how she needed me nowhow we actually needed each other. What will she say? 
Its only one drink. I can handle one drink . . . cant I?
Will she be disappointed in me if she knows?
She may already be when she finds out I lost my position at Zur.
Is there a problem?The barman stood in front of me.
I shook my head.
Do you want a different one?
No,I snapped. He quickly retreated.
As I ran my tongue across my parched lips, the desire to bring the drink to my mouth brought a familiar yearning to my bosom. My hands cupped the glass. No one will know.
 
 

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