Thursday, 30 March 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ The Escape by C.L. Taylor


Hi Everyone,

Today is my stop on the Blog Tour for The Escape by C.L. Taylor. I was thrilled to be asked by Helena Sheffield from Avon Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers.  You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour at the end of my review.

Thanks to Avon Books, Helena Sheffield & Cally Taylor, I received an ARC of this in exchange for an honest review........

"Look after your daughter's things. And your daughter…"

When a stranger asks Jo Blackmore for a lift she says yes, then swiftly wishes she hadn't.  The stranger knows everything about her, she knows Jo's name, her husband Max and she's got a glove belonging to Jo's two year old daughter Elise. What begins with a subtle threat swiftly turns into a nightmare as the police, social services and even Jo's own husband turn against her.  No one believes that Elise is in danger and as Jo suffers from depression and anxiety issues, when things start happening to Jo and in her home when she's not there everyone from the social workers to her husband Max, they are trying to convince her that she is the one responsible for all that's been done and that she's taking things far too serious and that it's all in her head until everything starts closing in on her and she begins to panic and this is where Jo knows there's only one way to keep her child safe – RUN.

I  loved, loved, LOVED it and it definitely didn't disappoint.  I would even say that The Escape is the BEST book that Cally Taylor has written and I CAN'T recommend it enough. It is a psychological thriller that is set in 2 parts, part 1 is set in Bristol and part 2 is set in Clogherhead in Ireland which is coincendentially only about 15 minutes from where I live so it was great to be able to visualise the scenes that were written into the book.  I had it read in just a few days as I couldn't put it down.  There were some great twists and turns too which I loved and I didn't know who to trust at times. It's a very face paced story and I even had to slow down reading it as I didn't want it to end, talk about a white knucle ride 😱😱😱 There were parts in the book I could feel my heart thumping so it's definitely not for the fainthearted.  I actually found myself thinking about the ending upto a few days after I'd turned the last page, it wasn't what I'd expected at all and the last sentence spoken was just perfect.

This is C.L. Taylor's fourth novel, her first been The Accident which I haven't read just yet  but I will definitely be picking it up really soon, her second book was the Lie, the third was The Missing which I really enjoyed too and I'm really looking forward to C.L. Taylor's next book already (no pressure) 🙊🙊



The Accident, The Lie, The Missing and The Escape are all available on Kindle and from all good bookstores.  At the time of this review been published The Accident is £3.24 and The Lie is £2.49 and The Missing and The Escape are only £3.49 on kindle so grab it while you can, you won't be disappointed so don't say I never told you so!!!

Monday, 27 March 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ The Bluebell Bunting Society by Poppy Dolan



Hi Everyone, 

Today I'm on the Blog Tour for The Bluebell Bunting Society and I'd like to welcome Poppy to my blog today where Poppy has very kindly taken the time to give me an extract from The Bluebell Bunting Society as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked by Bethan James from Canelo Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too. You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is the extract:

It’s Friday night and with the newly expanded Bluebell Society filling the newly painted Hall, there’s an energy here I haven’t felt since it was my tenth birthday party and Mum and Gran filled the place with purple balloons (my favourite colour), hired a mini bouncy castle and put smiley faces on all my fairy cakes.
Everyone is just about ready and assembled but we’re missing two vital members: Dom and Polly. I send a quick text to Dom.

Hey! You guys OK?

Sorry. Ten mins late. Polly missing

My heart leaps into my chest. She’s missing? Oh my god. What should we do?
But another text pings in straight after it.

Missing bus home didn’t help. will be there just as soon as she’s changed.

With a long exhale, I put my phone in my back pocket and go and ready some big jugs of squash and the tea urn Flip has borrowed from the WI. Tea means bunting, this much we know.
‘Room for a little one?’ Steve’s voice makes me leap out of my skin, as I’d been daydreaming about bunting flapping in the breeze, decorating the fete and charming everyone nearby, and them all whispering, ‘Yes, it was made at the Hall. By hand! I’m going to have my grandson’s christening party there, you know.’
‘Jeez, Stevie, practise your ninja creeping skills much? Anyway, what are you doing here? Did Luce forget something?’
‘Just her secret, ripped missile.’ He kisses a bicep and pulls an Arnie pose.
‘Huh?’
He knocks me on the forehead with his knuckles, just a touch too hard. ‘I’m here to help, numpty. Abel’s tucked up with granny, for the whole weekend might I smugly add, and seeing as my lovely lady wife can’t stop talking about how great the Hall is looking and about these plans of village domination and legal battles, I thought I should get a piece of the action.’
It’s probably not until I take in his words and see his big dorky smile that I realise I’ve been carrying my shoulders up to my hairline so far tonight. Something eases off inside enough for me to laugh. ‘Well, I can’t wait to see how you handle a sewing machine.’
‘I was thinking of more of a support role – mopping brows, fitting thimbles, pouring tea through a funnel. Luce tells me that the way I put ties and shirts together means I should never get close to any fabric design choices. Here, let me,’ he takes over the filling of the kettle and the assembling of mugs, ‘you go off, do some leader-like thing. Everyone is here because of you, you know.’
I look into the busy, bustling hall full of keen local faces. There’s a burble of happy chatter in the background as the tables are being set up and supplies laid out. We could do it tonight. It could really happen. And in trying to save the Hall, it’s getting a much longed-for taste of its original purpose – to bring Hazlehurst together, to let villagers share memories and pastimes. Even if we come out of this session with half a metre of wonky bunting and pin-puncture fingers, in a way I’ll still be happy.
Two new faces appear at the door: Dom and Polly, at last. So now it’s really time to begin.



When the going gets tough, the tough get sewing...

Welcome to Bluebell Hall. Pull up a wonky chair, grab a cream bun and settle into a story about a little village, a determined caretaker – and bunting…
At twenty-nine, Connie isn’t quite where she thought she’d be. When her beloved gran died Connie returned to Hazelhurst, the village she grew up in, and took over her gran’s old job as caretaker at the village hall. It might not be the stuff of dreams, but Connie loves working at Bluebell Hall – the heart of the community.
So when Bluebell Hall is threatened with closure, Connie is determined not to let greedy property developers get their hands on it. She hatches a plan bonkers enough that it just might work. All it takes is a needle and thread, scraps of old material and willing hands. Can Connie convince the people of Hazelhurst that their village hall is worth saving? And will she save herself in the process…?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Poppy Dolan lives in Berkshire with her husband. She's a near-obsessive baker and a keen crafter, so on a typical weekend can be found moving between the haberdashery and kitchenware floors of a department store, adding to her birthday wish list. She has written three novels: The Bad Boyfriends Bootcamp, There's More to Life than Cupcakes and most recently The Bluebell Bunting Society. The Bad Boyfriends Bootcamp made it into the Amazon top 100 bestseller chart, so clearly someone other than her mum must have read it. She's currently working on her fourth novel – it's about friends, siblings and crafty things – and drinking far too much tea.

PUBLICATION DETAILS

The Bluebell Bunting Society by Poppy Dolan is published on 27th March by Canelo,
price £1.99 as an ebook


SOCIAL MEDIA HANDLES
Author Twitter @poppydwriter (and on Facebook at /PoppyDolanBooks)
Publisher Twitter @Canelo_co




Thursday, 16 March 2017

The Darkness Within by Lisa Stone ~ COVER REVEAL



A gripping new crime novel from the global bestseller Cathy Glass writing as Lisa Stone

You know your son better than anyone. Don’t you?



When critically ill Jacob Wilson is given a life-saving heart transplant, his parents are relieved that their loving son has been saved.

However, before long, his family are forced to accept that something has changed in Jacob. Their once loving son is slowly being replaced by a violent man whose mood swings leave them terrified – but is it their fault?

Jacob’s girlfriend, Rosie, is convinced the man she loves is suffering from stress. But when his moods turn on her, she begins to doubt herself – and she can only hide the bruises for so long.

When a terrible crime is committed, Jacob’s family are forced to confront their darkest fears. Has the boy they raised become a monster? Or is someone else to blame?


PUBLISHING IN EBOOK & PAPERBACK: 13TH JULY 2017

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ Born Bad by Marnie Riches


Hi Everyone,


Today I'm on the Blog Tour for Born Badand I'd like to welcome Marnie to my blog today where Marnie has very kindly taken the time to give me an extract from Born Bad as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked once again by Helena Sheffield from Avon Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too. You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is the extract:

Jonny peered out of the window to the car park immediately below, avoiding looking at Strangeways, now, for fear that he might somehow jinx his precarious freedom. There were two cars he didn’t recognise parked out front, next to his own Maserati. A silver Toyota and a black Mondeo. Tax man’s cars. He willed his hand to stop shaking. Gripped the phone harder.

‘No, you’re alright. I’ve got it covered. If they’ve got eyes on the street and spot you coming out of there, we’re totally buggered. Stay put. I’ll call when they’re gone.’

His secretary’s instantly recognisable rat-a-tat-tat on the door said it was time to put on the grand performance.

Clad in a frumpy blue suit with her banana legs and fat ankles stuffed into cheap shoes, Darley was already strutting through the warehouse, examining the stock. Jonny willed himself to smile before she had even turned around to face him, lest he make it too obvious that he’d like Asaf to bone her like a haddock with his sharpest knife. In his peripheral vision, he clocked her minions – two men: one who looked about ready to retire and the other who didn’t look more than twenty. They were speaking to the workers, who were bundling the cheap jewellery into even cheaper packaging.

‘Ms Darley,’ Jonny said, adopting his magnanimous and friendly voice that he used for PTA meetings. ‘What a pleasure to see you again.’

Darley turned on her heel, a grim expression on her face that implied the pleasure was not mutual. ‘Mr Margulies.’ She held out her right hand and treated him to the iron handshake of a woman who broke balls for a living. In her left hand, she clutched an oversized accountant’s briefcase. ‘I’m here to search your premises. Please make all your accounts and employee records available.’

Jonny felt like his bowels were somehow ingesting themselves. The tell-tale sensation of needing the toilet, fast. But he wouldn’t show this bitch any fear. The authorities were like dogs; the moment they caught a whiff of guilt, they knew they had you. Tariq was relying on him. Both of their families depended on his giving a convincing performance. He put one foot in front of another and showed her to an office that looked onto the main factory floor through a large plate-glass internal window.

‘You can work in here,’ he said politely, switching on the flick-flickering strip lighting and pulling out an uncomfortable-looking brown plastic chair. It was cold in there. The thin carpet tiles were peeling upwards, revealing perished rubber underneath. Let the tax bastards suffer.
‘Where is Mr Khan?’ she asked, touching her no-nonsense brown bob. It appeared rigid and moved only slightly.

‘Family emergency. He’s been called away.’

Darley looked over her purple plastic-framed glasses, fixing him with hard hazel eyes. ‘Convenient.’

Shrugging, he held his palms aloft in a gesture of honesty.

‘Am I my business partner’s keeper?’

Jonny wished he could run away. Give it all up. Hide on a beach in Israel or South America or even crappy Marbella would do right now. Silently, he cursed Tariq for having chosen that morning, of all mornings, to visit their other place, leaving him to sort out this gargantuan shit-storm on his own.

As the day wore on, Jonny felt his spirit ebbing away, answering intrusive questions and observing his book-keeper, old Mohammed, delivering box after box of files to the temporary hub of HMRC investigation.

Knocking timorously on the door, he popped his head in to see Ruth Darley busily going through a sheaf of invoices with a determined look on her face. Her underlings flanked her, like Padawans studying beneath some great Jedi. Jonny looked at his watch pointedly.

‘It’s getting late,’ he said. ‘Would you like my secretary to bring you and your colleagues a coffee?’

Darley looked at him and slid her glasses further up her nose. Glanced at Jonny’s wrist. ‘I don’t need a Breitling watch to tell me what time it is, Mr Margulies.’ She offered him a grimace that was an approximation of a smile. ‘We’ll be leaving in ten minutes, but we’ll be back tomorrow.’

Jonny folded his arms. Imagined for a second that he could hear the inmates inside Strangeways jeering at him from behind their barred windows.

‘Back? Oh. You haven’t seen everything you need today? I thought Janice had given you access to the full monty. We’ve got nothing to hide here, you know.’

Ruth Darley stood and held a separate sheaf of invoices aloft. Invoices written in Chinese, by the looks of it. At that moment, a sweat broke out on Jonny’s top lip and he wished, however improbably, that he knew the difference between Mandarin and Cantonese. Had the invoices somehow got mixed up? Maureen would surely never allow that to happen.

‘I have found anomalies, Mr Margulies.’ Her smile was genuine that time.

Shit. Those were the last words he had wanted to hear.




Sunday, 5 March 2017

Obsession by Amanda Robson ~ COVER REVEAL



One evening, a wife asks her husband a question: who else would you go for, if you could?

It is a simple question – a little game – that will destroy her life.

Carly and Rob are a perfect couple. They share happy lives with their children and their close friends Craig and Jenny. They’re lucky. But beneath the surface, no relationship is simple: can another woman’s husband and another man’s wife ever just be good friends?

Little by little, Carly’s question sends her life spiralling out of control, as she begins to doubt everything she thought was true. Who can she trust? The man she has promised to stick by forever, or the best friend she has known for years? And is Carly being entirely honest with either of them?

Obsession is a dark, twisting thriller about how quickly our lives can fall apart when we act on our desires.

Perfect for fans of B A Paris and Paula Hawkins.

Publishing in eBook: 4th May 2017
Paperback: 1st June2017

Monday, 27 February 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ Stasi Wolf by David Young



David Young is the CWA Historical Dagger 2016 winner and author of Stasi Child and Stasi Wolf (out now), paperback, £7.99.



Hi Everyone,


Today I'm on the Blog Tour for Stasi Wolf and I'd like to welcome David to my blog today where David has very kindly taken the time to give me an extract from Stasi Wolf as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked by Emily Burns from Bonnier Zaffre Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too. You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is the extract:




July 1945

Halle-Bruckdorf, occupied Germany



Your leg stings as you shuffle along the ledge to try to get

comfortable. Frau Sultemeier has fallen against you during the

never-ending night. Being squashed together with the others

down in the disused mine gives a little warmth, a perhaps misplaced

sense of safety in numbers. So you feel slightly disloyal

as you move sideways to get some space – feeling your way in

the blackness, where the sun’s rays never penetrate, even during

the day. You daren’t put your foot down because you know your

boot will be filled again by the cold, coal-stained water and the

pain will be unbearable. You can hear it, sloshing around – the

water that seeps in everywhere, into every sore and wound. You

can’t see it, but you know it’s there.



Sultemeier snorts but doesn’t wake. You almost wish she did.

You want someone to talk to. Someone to calm your fears. Dagna

could do that. Your younger sister was never afraid. The drone

of the bombers, the explosions of the bombs, the fi re in the sky,

the dust clouds and rubble. Dagna just used to say: ‘We’re here.

We’re still alive. Be thankful and wait for it to get better.’ But

Dagna’s gone now. With the others. She heard – we all heard –

the stories they told in the League of German Girls. About how

the Red Army soldiers are worse than wild animals, how they

will rape you again and again, tear you limb from limb. The

others didn’t want to find out if it was true. So they’ve gone to

try to reach the American zone.

Another snort from Sultemeier. She wraps her arm round

you, as though you’re her lover. Frau Sultemeier, the miserable

old shopkeeper who before the war would never let more than

two children into her shop at once. Always quick to spot if you

tried to pocket a sweet while you thought her eyes were elsewhere.

She, like most of the others here, was too old to run. And

you, with your injured foot from the last British bombing raid,

you can’t run. So you had to come down here with them. To the

old lignite mine. Most of the brown coal round here they just

tear from the ground, huge machines taking big bites directly

from the earth, feeding what had seemed like a never-ending

war. The war that was once so glorious. Then so dirty, so hateful,

so exhausting. But you Kinder des Krieges knew about the

disused underground mine – the cave, you used to call it – when

you played down here before the war, you and your sister Dagna

astonishing Mutti with how dirty you used to get. ‘Black as little

negroes,’ she used to laugh, playfully patting you on your bums

as you ran to the bathtub. Mutti’s gone now, of course. Died . . .

when was it? A year ago, two? And you’ve still never seen a black

person. Well, apart from in books. You wonder if you’ll ever see

a real, living one.





Thursday, 23 February 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ The Good Daughter by Alexandra Burt

Hi Everyone,


Today I kick off the Blog Tour for The Good Daughter and I'd like to welcome Alexandra to my blog today where Alexandra has very kindly taken the time to give me a audio clip as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked by Helena Sheffield from Avon Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too.  You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is the audio clip:

The Good Daughter Audio Clip



BLURB FROM GOODREADS


What if you were the worst crime your mother ever committed?

Dahlia Waller’s childhood memories consist of stuffy cars, seedy motels, and a rootless existence traveling the country with her eccentric mother. Now grown, she desperately wants to distance herself from that life. Yet one thing is stopping her from moving forward: she has questions.

In order to understand her past, Dahlia must go back. Back to her mother in the stifling town of Aurora, Texas. Back into the past of a woman on the brink of madness. But after she discovers three grave-like mounds on a neighbouring farm, she’ll learn that in her mother’s world of secrets, not all questions are meant to be answered…


The Good Daughter is a compelling take on a genre that shows no sign of slowing down. The perfect read for fans of Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins.




Tuesday, 21 February 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ Ragdoll by Daniel Cole



Hi Everyone,


Today is my stop on the Blog Tour for Ragdoll & on my blog today I post my review below as part of the Blog Tour  which runs from the 21st - 23rd of February. I was thrilled to be asked by Ben Willis from Trapeze Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too. You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is my review:


Thanks to Sam Eades, Ben Willis & Trapeze Books I received an ARC of this in exchange for an honest review.........

When a murder scene is discovered in London, it is not like any normal scene. It has one body but it's made up of dismembered parts of 6 other victims which have been stitched together like a puppet which the media have nicknamed 'Ragdoll' by the media.

As it is such a shocking case that the police have had to deal with, they assign Detective William 'Wolf' Fawkes who has been recently reinstated to his position at the London Met after having some of his own demons to deal with and his former partner Detective Emily Baxter.

With the 'Ragdoll Killer' continually taunting the police by releasing a list of names to the media along with the dates on which he intends to murder them.  But with 6 people to save, can Fawkes and Baxter catch a killer before it's too late and especially when the world is watching their every move??


This book is the debut novel from Daniel Cole. I didn't love it or hate it but did enjoy it. The prologue was fantastic and kept me gripped from then but I also found myself getting a little bored at times as I felt there was parts of the story were a bit long-winded and it dipped in the middle but the last 70 plus pages I couldn't read this fast enough to get to the end and see how it would all end. However, in saying that I DIDN'T expect the ending of the book, I was gobsmacked and I almost had to pick my mouth off the floor but I really can't wait to read the next instalment as there is definitely more to this story for the reader to uncover and I'm looking forward to the next installment.

This is available on Kindle and in all good bookstores from the 23rd February 2016.






Friday, 10 February 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ All The Missing Girls by Megan Miranda

Hi Everyone,


Today is my stop on the Blog Tour for All The Missing Girls and I'd like to welcome Megan to my blog today where Megan had very kindly took the time to answer some questions I put to her as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked by Katherine McPherson from Atlantic Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too.  You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here is the Q&A:

~ What inspired you to write your first book? 

I worked in biotechnology and then as a high school science teacher before writing my first book. I had always loved reading and writing, but I also loved science, and I pursued biology as my first career path. But I kept being drawn to the odd stories, the things that science couldn’t definitively explain yet. So my first book idea stemmed from my background: it was based on a what if science angle, and it was about high school-aged characters.

Since that first book, I now find inspiration everywhere. For All the Missing Girls, I was inspired by the setting, an idea for the main character, and a structure—this idea that I wanted tell the unwinding of a mystery, where the main character would need to go back into the past for answers. That was the kernel of the idea that eventually gave rise to All the Missing Girls.

~ Can you share a little of your current work with us?

All the Missing Girls is the story of two women who’ve disappeared ten years apart, and whose cases are linked by the same group of friends in a small North Carolina town. And it’s told in reverse, from Day 15 to Day 1.

~ What books have most influenced your life? 

As a kid who loved both science and reading, Michael Crichton had a big influence on me. I loved his thrilling plots, but even more than that, I loved how each of his books circled around this ethical science what if question.

~ What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life? 

The biggest challenge with bringing All the Missing Girls to life was finding the right way to approach the structure—to have the story flow forward, even as it was being told backward. There was a lot of trial and error involved before I landed on what felt like the right direction.

~ What was the hardest part of writing your book?

The middle of a book is always the hardest part for me. Beginnings are always fun for me, because I’m discovering the characters, the setting, and the story. At this stage, it feels like anything is possible. Then comes the middle, when I realize that I really need to step back and figure everything out. Endings are exciting again, because by that point, I know where I’m trying to get, and I can see how to get there. Middles are always a challenge, but it’s also the stage where the book comes to life, all the pieces finally coming together, giving the story shape.

~ Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest? 

Yes, definitely. I’m a big fan of the thriller and suspense genre. Most recently, I really enjoyed Erica Ferencik’s, The River at Night.




Wednesday, 8 February 2017

The Legacy of Lucy Harte by Emma Heatherington


Thanks to Charlotte Ledger and Harper Impulse, I received an ARC of this in exchange for an honest review.........

Maggie O'Hara knows better than most that life can change in the blink of an eye.  Eighteen years ago she received the gift of life - a second-hand heart which has enabled her to have a second chance at life.  She has always been thankful to the little girl who saved her life, Lucy Harte.  Maggie starts to lose sight of everything that she's lived for as her own life begins to fall apart, until one day an unexpected letter arrives that will change her life forever.  As a keeper of a borrowed heart, Maggie's time is more previous than most so she must make every beat count.............

What a beautiful, emotional and thought provoking story, I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED it. This story had it all from family, love with more sensitive and hard-hitting issues which were dealt with perfectly and it was well researched and written in a very sensitive and compassionate manner. I found I had tears streaming down my face at the end along with shedding a few along the way as it really meant a lot to me as I'm a huge supporter of the issue of transplants for years now as it's possible that I will need one eventually but hopefully it won't be for a long, long time, so grab this book, curl up on the couch with a few tissues and prepare to have a few lump in your throat moments too. This is the first book I've read by Emma Heatherington and I'm really looking forward to reading more of her books. I would highly recommend her if you haven't read any of her books already. I would definitely even say that this is definitely going to huge this year and is already my favourite book that I've read so far.

The Legacy of Lucy Harte is now available on Kindle and from all good bookstores. It is currently only 99p so get downloading it, you definitely won't regret it.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

BLOG TOUR ~ Who Killed Helen Fields? A Perfect Remains Blog Tour



Hi Everyone,


Today is my stop on the Blog Tour for Who Killed Helen Fields and I'd like to welcome Helen to my blog today where Helen has very kindly given me an extract from her debut novel Perfect Remains as part of the Blog Tour. I was thrilled to be asked by Helena Sheffield from Avon Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers too.  You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour below. So without further ado, here it is:


Her family sat in the front pews. King knew each by name and recited details about them so Elaine could appreciate the depth of his research into her life. It was a tremendous compli­ment that he’d dedicated so much of his precious time to her.

Her cousin, Maureen, did a reading followed by another hymn. After that came a eulogy, delivered beautifully by a man King didn’t know. The man spoke about her when she was younger, a person King didn’t recognise from the description, a tale of a disastrous skiing trip, a girl who worked hard but played harder, private jokes that the world would otherwise never have been party to. Now, it seemed, her life was public property. It had irritated him as he’d filmed. Too many had gathered and the church was full, necessitating the outside screen. The police had been there in droves.

‘A bit flowery, I thought,’ King commented at the end.

‘Michael,’ Elaine said, as if calling from sleep. King pinched her hand roughly.

‘Who was he?’

‘My friend from law school,’ Elaine answered. ‘We lost touch. He moved to New York.’ He glared as tears filled her eyes. She really was insufferable.
‘You should be grateful. How many people get to see and hear the things I brought you? You were respected, loved, admired and you got to hear it all without dying. I liberated you!’

‘Let me go,’ Elaine begged in a hushed voice. ‘I won’t tell anyone. I’ll pretend I have concussion. I don’t think you’re a bad person, just, well, confused.’


King was breathing hard. He could feel hot colour rising in his cheeks. The sound of his own grinding teeth echoed within his skull, and then he could smell her. Unwashed, festering on that mattress. She’d been there twelve days already, and hadn’t even bothered requesting use of the bathing facilities. He’d provided a shower stall in the corner of the room for exactly that purpose, and would happily have supervised had she been suitably placid. All she had to do was ask. She’d tricked him, hadn’t learned a thing. He hated being duped. 



Sunday, 15 January 2017

The Good Daughter by Alexandra Burt ~ COVER REVEAL



‘A stunning read from a superb storyteller.’ Clare Mackintosh

What if you were the worst crime your mother ever committed?

Dahlia Waller’s childhood memories consist of stuffy cars, seedy motels, and a rootless existence traveling the country with her eccentric mother. Now grown, she desperately wants to distance herself from that life. Yet one thing is stopping her from moving forward: she has questions.

In order to understand her past, Dahlia must go back. Back to her mother in the stifling town of Aurora, Texas. Back into the past of a woman on the brink of madness. But after she discovers three grave-like mounds on a neighbouring farm, she’ll learn that in her mother’s world of secrets, not all questions are meant to be answered…


The Good Daughter is a compelling take on a genre that shows no sign of slowing down. The perfect read for fans of Gillian Flynn and Paula Hawkins.


Publishes 23rd February 2017.