It is an honour to be a host on the Blog Tour for THE TEST OF GOLD by Renee Yancy.

Here’s what the book is about-

Raised in the shadow of a mother who defied convention, but won’t allow her own daughter the right to make the same choices, heiress Evangeline Lindenmayer has been groomed since childhood to marry into the British aristocracy.

When Lindy challenges her mother’s long-laid plans by falling in love with a poor seminary student, the explosion is bigger than the Brooklyn Bridge fireworks on Independence Day.

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Here’s an exclusive excerpt-

Jack leaned against the lamp post across the street from 660 Fifth Avenue, as carriage after carriage drove up and discharged gorgeously gowned and top-hatted inhabitants at the glittering entrance to the Lindenmayer mansion. Hoping for a glimpse of Miss Lindenmayer, he searched every window again and again, without success.

“Here, boyo, what are you about, loitering here?”

Jack turned. A policeman regarded him with a rather jaundiced eye. Jack nodded toward the mansion. “I stopped to listen.” Laughter and music drifted out the open windows, and he recognized the beginning of a waltz. “It’s such a lovely evening for a stroll.”

No need to mention he’d been standing here for the last two hours. The policeman gave him the once over, his narrowed eyes not missing a detail of Jack’s plain frockcoat. “You live in this neighborhood?”

“On the Upper East Side. With my uncle, Joseph Winthrop.”

“Do you now?” The policeman tucked beefy fingers into the belt girding his ample waist. “And would that be the pastor of St. Thomas Episcopal?”

Jack glanced at the brass name badge on the officer’s wool coat. “Yes, Officer McConnell.”

“And you might be?”

“Jack Winthrop.” He repressed an impatient sigh and glanced sideways toward the house. Wait! There—was it her?

A young woman in a sparkling white gown, her dark hair swept up on her head, in conversation with a man in white tie and tails. He clenched his fists and peered closer, not caring what the policeman might think.

“Ah.” McConnell’s gaze followed Jack’s. “Quite the party, isn’t it? But not for the likes of us, hey?”

Jack didn’t answer, straining to determine if the girl was Miss Lindenmayer.

“There’s fifty of us coppers here tonight, hired special for the ball. To keep the riffraff away, mind.”

Jack continued to scan the windows. Maybe if he ignored the officer, he’d go away. Then he gasped. There she was!

“Hmm.” McConnell followed Jack’s startled gaze. “Oh, boyo, I understand now. In love with the colleen, are you, laddie?”

Jack exhaled hard. “Is it that obvious, Officer?”

“It is, lad. That it is.” McConnell gazed toward the Lindenmayer mansion. “Love’s grand, isn’t it?” He tapped Jack gently on the chest with his baton. “Right, then. I’ll be off now on my rounds. I trust you’ll not be here when I come through again.”

“Yes, Officer. Thank you.”

Officer McConnell crossed the street and headed off down the sidewalk. Jack looked at his coat and plain boots. How he’d love to march into the mansion, announce himself as a friend of the debutante, and steal her away for a dance. What a commotion that would cause. He supposed he’d be unceremoniously thrown out. Perhaps arrested. How would he explain that to his uncle?

 He kicked a stone and sent it skittering into the street, and slowly walked away. At the corner, he turned and gazed at the Lindenmayer mansion. Every window blazed with light. Miss Lindenmayer lived and breathed only a few hundred feet from him, but she might as well be on the moon for all the good it did him.