Becoming

Benedict Arnold

A Traitor's Tale

Selected as:

  • WINNER - 2024 BOOK OF THE YEAR in Historical Fiction by Next Generation Indie

  • WINNER - 2024 BOOK OF THE YEAR in Military by Next Generation Indie

  • WINNER - 2024 BOOK OF THE YEAR in Outstanding Historical Fiction: Pre-20th Century by Independent Author Network

  • BRONZE MEDAL - 2024 in Military/Wartime by Independent Publisher Book Awards

  • FINALIST - 2023 BOOK OF THE YEAR in Historical Fiction by Forward Indie

How does a traitor become a traitor from a traitor's perspective?

Arnold was our finest general, our most brilliant battlefield commander, and a wounded hero. Yet he betrayed America in its darkest hour. Becoming Benedict Arnold tells the inconceivable yet true story of how avarice, political intrigue, and love transformed America’s greatest general into its most infamous traitor.

His plan almost worked. If he had, succeeded, the Revolution would likely have failed, and the entire course of American history would be different.

The book contains detailed author's notes providing sources and commentary on events so the reader may know and understand the real story.

 Excerpts

Additional Reading
An Excerpt: July 10, 1778 – Bartram’s Gardens, Philadelphia

Gone was the young woman poetically commenting on beauty and war; instead, I was met with searching eyes with probing intelligence. “I want to know everything about you. I have lived a sheltered life, but you have seen and done so much. Tell me about where you grew up, tell me about your parents, tell me about your sons, tell me about life at sea, tell me about you.”

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An Excerpt: October 11, 1776 – Battle of Valcour Island

A successful ship captain in battle does not stand next to the wheel with his hands behind his back. I slipped on the bloody deck as I moved from one end of the ship to another, giving firing instructions as I shifted from gun to gun. I barked orders to be relayed to my flotilla. For hours I never stopped moving, encouraging my men and wreaking havoc on the enemy. Everywhere I went, I heard the sweet whoosh of balls shooting wide and the terrible smack of those hitting their target. A cannonball struck a man near me, covering me with blood and gore. I tried to wipe it off. The salty taste of another man’s blood always finds its way into your mouth.

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