No Accident by Robert Crouch / #Interview @robertcrouchuk

 

Kent Fisher Mysteries #1

A former gangster is dead. It looks like an accident. Only Kent Fisher suspects murder.

When the police decide Syd Collins’ death is a work accident, they hand over the investigation to environmental health officer, Kent Fisher, a man with more baggage than an airport carousel. He defies a restraining order to enter Tombstone Adventure Park and confronts the owner, Miles Birchill, who has his own reasons for blocking the investigation. Thwarted at every turn, Kent’s forced to bend the rules and is soon suspended from duty. He battles on, unearthing secrets and corruption that could destroy those he loves. With his personal and professional worlds on a collision course, he knows life will never be the same again.

 

 

Q&A

1. Do you always take a book/e-reader wherever you go?

As a full time writer, I spend most of my time at home, which is where I read. On holiday, I always have my Kindle. I enjoy relaxing with a good book, whether I’m indoors or outside. There’s always time for tea, cake and a book.

2. Say someone asks if they can use your name in a book. Would you rather be the ‘good one’ or the ‘bad one’?

I’ve heard many actors say they enjoy playing bad guys because they’re more interesting characters, but I’m with the good guys. Sherlock Holmes was intensely complex and fascinating, which made him more interesting than the villains. The same goes for Morse. Maybe I’m bound to say that as a crime writer, but fairness and justice have always been important to me. As a child, I felt life dealt me some unfair blows. As an environmental health officer for most of my working life, my job was to protect people and improve standards, prosecuting the bad guys when necessary.

I’ve tried to bring all this to my good guy, Kent Fisher, who becomes more complex with each book I write.

3. Where can I find you when you are reading?

I read mainly at breakfast and lunchtime. You’ll usually find me at the breakfast bar or on the sofa with my Kindle. Paperbacks require three hands when you’re eating and reading, which is one of the reasons I prefer eBooks.

4. Where can I find you when you are not writing/reading?

I enjoy running, which gives me time to unwind and to think about writing. I’ve had some great ideas while out running. I’ve solved problems, written opening paragraphs and thought through many a plot idea.

Walking, especially on the wonderful South Downs, which are close to where I live, is another favourite pastime, especially with my wife and our West Highland white terrier, Harvey, for company. It’s a chance to explore potential settings for my books and discover hidden sights.

Pottering around the garden is another great way to relax and think.

I love meeting up with friends in a café for tea and cake. By now you should have realised how tea and cake feature strongly in my life and my reading. Many of these friends read my books, so it’s a perfect opportunity to get feedback and information for future stories.

5. Can you walk past a bookstore without going inside?

No problem. As I’ve already said, I prefer ebooks.

6. What are you most proud of?

It’s a close call between having my first novel published and giving up smoking. One wouldn’t have happened without the other.

Giving up smoking revealed an inner resolve I didn’t know I had – more so when you consider I also had to give up writing. Because writing and smoking were so intrinsically linked, I knew I couldn’t go on writing if I was to quit smoking for good.

Nine months after quitting, I felt the itch to write once more. I started a humorous blog about my experiences as an environment health manager. I saw it as no more than a test of whether I could still write. With expectations low, there was no pressure. As the blog satirised my experiences, I decided to hide behind the name of my creation, Kent Fisher.

Fisher’s Fables ran for seven years, using the characters from my original novel, No Accident, written several years before I quit smoking. From a humble beginning, the blog and characters developed, becoming more of a sitcom.

That’s when I realised I’d found my author voice. I looked at No Accident and wondered how it would sound in my new voice. I rewrote the entire novel, showed an author friend, who recommended me to a publisher. He offered me a contract after reading the first chapter and No Accident was finally published in June 2016.

7. What goes through your mind when you hold your new book in your hands for the first time?

Most authors I know are excited when they receive copies of their books. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my books and it’s good to see them in paperback, but I’m more interested in whether readers will enjoy the stories. That’s who they’re written for, after all.

I’m also writing the next story in the series when a book comes out. Writing consumes my energy and emotions. Creating a new murder mystery, putting my characters through the wringer, never knowing how things will turn out – that’s exciting.

8. What piece of advice would you give to aspiring writers?

I’ve made so many mistakes and learned so much, I sometimes feel I could write a book on the subject. There’s plenty of good advice out there about writing something every day, staying positive in the face of rejection and to never give up. It’s good advice for an aspiring writer, but does it help you improve as a writer?

You get better with practice, sure, but I don’t think you start to achieve what you’re capable of until you find your unique writer’s voice. There’s very little that’s original these days, whatever genre you choose to write. So many books follow a formula or expected standards that are known to sell, which makes it difficult to stand out in a crowded market.

Until you realise that no one’s told the story the way you’re going to tell it. It may follow the accepted standards and formulas, but it will be uniquely yours.

And just as you need to find your author voice, you should always listen to your inner voice. This is the voice that tells you when something isn’t working or isn’t the best you can do. It also chides you

when you don’t listen and think you know best. Call it instinct, if you prefer, but ignore it at your peril. It’s rarely wrong.

9. Who would you like/have liked to interview?

Agatha Christie is one of the main inspirations for my murder mysteries. In many ways, she taught me how to write the classic whodunit, thanks mainly to Miss Marple. I would have loved to find out more about her and where she got her ideas from. She was so prolific she must have had so many plots and ideas buzzing around her head. And of course, there are those missing years.

My other main inspiration is Sue Grafton, who wrote the Alphabet murder series and created the wonderful private eye, Kinsey Millhone. When my first novel No Accident was published, I contacted her through Facebook Messenger to thank her for her great books, which inspired me to create my own private detective. I never expected a reply, but she wished me well with the book. It was the start of a conversation that lasted many months. I learned so much about Sue, her fears and hopes, the challenges of writing a series and the dreaded blank page. Those conversations assumed an even greater significance when she passed away last year.

10 .When and where do you prefer to write?

I write on weekdays (occasionally sneaking in a weekend here and there). I start writing around 8.30am and finish around 1.00pm for lunch. Sometimes I write for longer or return after lunch.

It means I start thinking about what I’ll write straight after breakfast. Some of my best ideas have come while I’m shaving. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve rushed from the bathroom, shaver in hand, to make a note.

I have a study where I write. As it’s upstairs, I have to go downstairs for a cup of tea or a glass of water. These refreshment breaks are my thinking time. If I’m struggling with a scene, the break gives me a chance to work on it in my head. The breaks also take me away from the computer, which is essential for avoiding aches, pains and repetitive strain injury.

Thank you, Robert Crouch

 

About the author

I write the kind of books I love to read.

Books ranging from the classic whodunit by authors like Agatha Christie, the feisty private eye novels of Sue Grafton, thrillers by Dick Francis, and the modern crime fiction of Peter James.

I also wanted Kent Fisher to be an ordinary person like me, drawn into solving a murder. He’s the underdog battling against superior forces and minds, seeking justice and fair play in a cruel world.

These are the values and motivations that drive us both. But Kent Fisher leads a much more colourful and exciting life.

After a long career as an environmental health officer, I now write full time from my home in East Sussex. You can often find me walking on the South Downs with my West Highland white terrier, Harvey, researching the settings. The peace and beauty of these rolling hills and sheer white cliffs always inspire me, filling me with ideas for future Kent Fisher mysteries.

 

Author Links

Website – https://robertcrouch.co.uk

Twitter – @robertcrouchuk

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Book Link

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Accident-Kent-Fisher-Mysteries-Book-ebook/dp/B0747S2YMP/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=no+accident&qid=1590128738&s=digital-text&sr=1-1

 

Water’s Edge by Gregg Olsen / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @Gregg_Olsen

 

 

Detective Megan Carpenter #2

The young woman’s body is lying with her arms stretched out to each side. Her lips slightly parted. Her face untouched by injury and her hair spread around her head like a fan. A redhead. Just like the others.

When the body of Leann Truitt is found in a secluded cove in Mystery Bay, Detective Megan Carpenter is one of the first on the scene. The victim has tell-tale marks on her wrists, ankles and neck where she has been bound. But that’s not all. Next to Leann’s body lies a puzzling clue – an unusual symbol scratched into a rock. 

With rookie Deputy Ronnie Marsh under her wing and the investigation underway, Megan starts to receive disturbing messages. Someone knows about her traumatic past. They know what she did. 

Determined to stay focussed, Megan soon makes a chilling link between Leann’s brutal killing and the unsolved murder cases of two other women – all redheads with the same marks on their bodies, the same symbol carvings found at the crime scenes, and most shockingly, all had been pregnant. 

The killer stalks his prey, kidnapping and torturing them in a very exact and methodical pattern. And he is not finished yet… 

When the body of another woman is found bearing a striking resemblance to the other victims, Megan must crack the clues fast if she is to catch the twisted soul before they strike again.

Megan might be closing in on the killer, but someone is watching her every move. Can Megan hide the secrets of her past threatening to destroy her future? And can she protect herself and Ronnie before they both find themselves in terrible danger?

 

 

Review

Megan Carpenter is one tough cookie. She is the queen of ruthlessness when it comes to culprits, but she fights with all she has for ‘her’ victims.

Playing by the rules? Well, yes but not very often. She makes her own rules, she twists the truth every once in a while (ahum 😉 ), but she always does it for a good cause : giving the killers she believes they deserve.

I just love the way the author has created her character. She is made out of steel on the outside, but very damaged on the inside and that what has made her who she is today. I just cannot resist opening my heart to her.

The author has a great writing style that makes it impossible to put the book down. He also adds some humour in it. It’s fun to read what Megan says, but also what she thinks at the same time. It made me snigger rather often. 🙂

What more can I say? It’s an great book by a great author. I am looking forward to new adventures and to more details being revealed from the past of the main character. 5 stars

Thank you, Gregg Olsen and Bookouture

 

About the author

A #1 New York Times, Amazon Charts, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author, Olsen has written nine nonfiction books, seventeen novels, a novella, and contributed a short story to a collection edited by Lee Child.

The award-winning author has been a guest on dozens of national and local television shows, including educational programs for the History Channel, Learning Channel, and Discovery Channel.

The Deep Dark was named Idaho Book of the Year by the ILA and Starvation Heights was honored by Washington’s Secretary of State for the book’s contribution to Washington state history and culture.

Olsen, a Seattle native, lives in Olalla, Washington with his wife, twin daughters, three chickens, Milo (an obedience school dropout cocker) and Suri (a mini dachshund so spoiled she wears a sweater).

 

Author Links

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Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Gregg_Olsen

 

 

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The Match Disaster by Latesha Kellam / #Extract #BookBlitz @RABTBookTours @LateshaKellam

 

 

This is a story about a middle-aged woman who recently got divorced and thought she was open to companionship. She was very apprehensive about opening her heart again after being hurt badly by her ex-husband. To her surprise, she met someone on Match.com that seemed like the man of her dreams. They had so much in common and really enjoyed each other’s company. He managed to convince her to be open to the possibility of falling in love again.

She ended up giving this man her heart only to find out that he wasn’t the man of her dreams at all. He wasn’t like her ex-husband but he had just as many issues. She found it difficult to be the woman that he needed her to be while not compromising her integrity and moral standards.

This story is told totally from her point of view. She is finally able to tell the love of her life everything that she wanted to say throughout their relationship. She is able to express her perspective on all the events that were occurring in their lives without feeling like she is being ungrateful for the good times but imagining the bad times.

She will take you through five years of her relationship. Will she figure out that she deserves so much better than how she was being treated? Or, will she talk herself into saving this relationship and giving her one true love another chance?

 

 

Excerpt

Chapter 1

We met on Match.com about a month after a short friendship with someone I met on ChristianMingle.com.  Although, that situation didn’t end well, I thought I would give online dating one more try and boy was I glad I did. I met you.  I was on Match.com one day and I noticed that you looked at my profile.  I decided to say hi to you through the Match.com app.  I was pretty shy about reaching out to guys that I didn’t know, but what did I have to lose?  The only thing that could happen was that you didn’t say hi back.  To my surprise you sent me a reply and it wasn’t just hi.  We began to talk and things got interesting pretty quickly.

Initially, I didn’t know how things would end up because you very blunt and to the point and I really wasn’t used to that.  I would ask you how your day was and you would respond, “It sucked.”  I thought to myself, this guy has a bleak outlook on life, but then one day when we were chatting online about your job, you made me laugh.  I said to myself, maybe he’s not so bad after all.  You actually had a sense of humor.

We talked frequently via the Match.com app for about 3 weeks.  We talked about how many children we had and their ages. Between the two of us, we had 4 boys.  You also told me that you had a daughter, that you raised, but she wasn’t biologically yours.  I really found that honorable.  You told me that your children lived with you, but it wasn’t because their mother passed away.  This also impressed me.  It definitely wasn’t as common for the man to have full custody of his children.  You asked me about my ex-husband and if he was involved in my children’s life.  At the time he wasn’t and you were very upset by that.  You just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t an active participant in the children’s life.  I had some of the same thoughts, so this was a sensitive subject for me.

One day we were chatting on the Match.com app and you told me that you had many more stories to tell me about work and the horrors of online dating, but they would be easier to tell me over the phone.  I figured that was your way of hinting that you wanted my phone number, so I finally gave it to you.  I remember the first time you texted me, I responded and then asked who I was talking to.  You responded, “It’s Thomas.  Didn’t your mama teach you not to talk to strangers.”  That made me laugh.  I liked that you made me laugh.  We progressed from texting to talking on the phone, but it took about a week.  During our first call, you explained why you took so long to call me.  You told me that you had been sick and you didn’t want me to hear your voice like that.  Our very first conversation lasted for over 2 hours. 

You told me so many stories about the horrific experiences you had with online dating.  They were so funny but disturbing at the same time.  It was a good thing I met you before hearing those type of stories because your stories made me question the process of online dating.  I asked you why you opted for online dating.  You were a very handsome and intelligent guy.  You had a successful career as an Engineer at a great company.  You could probably get any girl you wanted.  You told me it was because you didn’t hang out at the typical places that would allow you to meet someone and there was definitely nobody at your job who you be interested in dating.

It was amazing to me that I felt so comfortable with you right away, which was unusual for me.  It was like we knew each other forever.  After that first conversation, we talked on the phone almost every night for hours about various topics.  We talked about everything from work, politics, pop culture, music, relationships and so many other things, including what we expected from our significant other in a relationship.  During one of our conversations, you told me that you didn’t believe in traditional roles between a man and woman in a relationship.  You explained that you were looking for a partner and wasn’t planning on supporting anyone, anymore, after taking care of your ex-fiancée.  We discussed how you expected for whomever you were dating to help pay for the dates.  This would have normally been a turn off for me, but I actually understood what you were saying.  In my marriage, I was the one paying for everything, all of the time, so I didn’t mind contributing and helping to pay for our dates.  You told me that you didn’t mind paying for the first date but after that you would expect for me to pay for the second date.  You even told me a story about a girl you went out with and how she acted like she didn’t have money to pay for a second date that you were on and how you refused to pay.  The story was kind of funny, but I was horrified at the same time.

You told me that one of your biggest flaws was your temper.  You explained to me that you didn’t give people too many chances and that your first impression of a person was usually a lasting one for you.  You were very honest and told me that you were a stubborn person and you had no intentions of changing who you were.  You stated that either I liked you for who you were or I didn’t.  I appreciated the fact that you were honest and upfront about who you were.  I learned from my marriage that you can’t change people.  They are who they are, so I had no intentions of trying to change you. I felt if I couldn’t handle who you were, I would just end the relationship.

We were just talking on the phone for a little over 2 months when one night during our conversation, you asked me if we were ever going to go out on a date.  We were taking things quite slow, but I thought it was nice that we were taking the time to get to know each other before our first date.  The truth is, I was actually waiting for you to ask me on a date because I wanted to make sure you wanted to meet me like I wanted to meet you.  I was afraid of rejection, so there was no way, I was going to initiate that first date.  You asked me for a date that night and I definitely said yes.  I couldn’t wait to see if we had the same connection that we had over the phone, once we met in person. 

We were so excited about our first date that we talked about it every day on the phone up until the actual day of the date.  You kept changing your mind about the plans for that night.  You asked me multiple questions about what I was going to wear, while you were trying to determine what you were going to be wearing.  I had my outfit ready as soon as you asked me to officially go out on a date however, I didn’t plan on telling you about what I was going to wear.  I just wanted you to see me in it.  I expressed to you that I was nervous about meeting you because I was the total opposite of the girls you were normally attracted to.  I was short, brown skinned, independent and very opinionated.  You explained to me that you weren’t worried about the fact that I was different from the girls you normally dated and that my differences were a good thing.  You never dated anyone who had a Master’s degree, owned their own home and was career driven.  You said you were looking forward to being with someone who had those qualities.

Our first date ended up being pretty low key.  We went to Buffalo Wild Wings, where we intended to watch the UFC fight.  I got there about 20 minutes early because I was so nervous and I didn’t want to be late.  I remember sitting there waiting for you to walk through that door.  When you came in you looked at me and smiled. I was relieved, because you looked just like your picture.  I went to shake your hand and you pulled me in for a hug.  That surprised me since we really didn’t know each other, but I didn’t mind it.  I had on a green and black asymmetrical skirt with a black body shirt and a camouflage jacket that matched the skirt, with some black boots.  I thought I was looking pretty good.  I hoped you liked my outfit because I did.  You were wearing a tan Nautica sweater with some dark khaki pants and black shoes. You were also wearing your glasses.  In your online pictures you were wearing contacts, but I liked glasses on you.  I remember thinking that you looked very nice.

I was so relieved that you were so friendly, especially with us meeting for the first time.  We were seated and the conversation flowed as smoothly as it did when we talked on the phone.  I felt absolutely comfortable with you. The restaurant was playing country music on the radio and I started to sing the song. You made a face and I asked you what was wrong. You told me how you didn’t like country music because of a bad experience you had as teenager working at a barbecue joint in North Carolina.  You told me about the racism you encountered at that restaurant and how that turned you against country music.

When our waiter came over to take our order he was very rude. I must have given him the “look”, because when he walked a way you told me to behave myself.  I didn’t realize that you caught my reaction until you mentioned it, so I began to laugh.  You would quickly learn that I could keep my opinions to myself, but I definitely couldn’t control my facial expressions most of the time.

During dinner, I mentioned how my oldest son wanted a dog.  This was a subject matter that you were well versed in so we spent a large part of the date, googling dogs on your phone. You were determined to help me pick a suitable dog for my son that would also serve as protection.  After the UFC fight was uneventful, you asked me if I wanted to go to the movies.  I don’t know what got into me, but I was following you to your car.  You said, “You’re going to get in the car with a stranger?” I said no and started to laugh again.  I was so embarrassed as I walked to my car.  I normally wouldn’t have even considered doing something like that, but I was just so comfortable around you.  It felt like I had known you all of my life. 

We traveled to the movies in separate cars.  I followed you in my car, because I didn’t know the way to the movie theatre that we were going to.  We ended up seeing the Jennifer Lopez movie, “The Boy Next Door.” The movie wasn’t that great but the overall night seemed like a good first date.  We enjoyed each other’s company and laughed a lot.  You paid for the entire first date, however I was prepared to pay for the movies, especially since you told me how you felt about paying for everything. The next day, you texted me and told me that you had a good time.  Although you said you had a good time on our date, I was unsure about whether you would ask me out on a second date. During that week, you asked me out again.  We made plans to meet at Dave & Buster’s for our next date.

Thank you, Latesha Kellam and RABT Book Tours

 

About the author

Latesha Kellam is an author who takes her life experiences and puts them into words that will inspire others. She wrote her first story at the age of 14, about the events surrounding the unexpected death of her father. During the current phase of her life, she has the desire to not only write inspiring books but to help people, especially woman, recognize when they are in dysfunctional relationships. She lives by the old adage, experience is the best teacher, therefore she takes events from her own life to inspire her writing.

 

Author Links 

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/LateshaKellam

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kellamlatesha

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ms_lkellam/

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Book of Skulls by David Hutchison / #Interview #BlogTour @LoveBooksGroup @davidwhutchison

 

 

Doctresses series #1

A Victorian tale of gender-bending, hidden identity, obsession and gruesome murder, set in Edinburgh’s Old Town.

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Liz Moliette; a poor orphan of unknown heritage, and Amulya Patel; from a wealthy Indian family, are the only female students at the Edinburgh Medical School, where a hostile attitude towards women is driven by Professor Atticus. However, Liz and Amulya have allies in fellow student Campbell Preeble, The Reekie reporter Hector Findlay and the charming Dr Paul Love.

In dire need of funds, Liz becomes assistant to gruff lecturer and police surgeon Dr Florian Blyth.  When a series of grisly murders take place the doctor and Liz help Inspector Macleod in his investigation, which leads to the Edinburgh Asylum, the  Burry Man festival and the quack science of phrenology.  

The search for the killer comes dangerously close to Liz as she uncovers her own family secrets. 

 

 

Q&A

Do you always take a book/e-reader wherever you go?

On longer journeys I use an e-reader to go through rough drafts of work and a physical book for pleasure reading.

Say someone asks if they can use your name in a book. Would you rather be the ‘good one’ or the ‘bad one’?

The ‘bad one’.

Where can I find you when you are reading?

Travelling, relaxing at home, anywhere really.

Where can I find you when you are not writing/reading?

At home playing peekaboo with the cat, or on location filmmaking.

Can you walk past a bookstore without going inside?

Always tempted by the randomness of second-hand ones. I’ve also had art exhibitions at Waterstones.

What are you most proud of?

My latest feature film, comedy meta-horror Baobhan Sith.

What goes through your mind when you hold your new book in your hands for the first time?

I’m usually checking that the bleed is correct (as I’ve designed the covers for my books).

What piece of advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Build up a network of fellow writers and give each other constructive feedback.

Who would you like/have liked to interview?

Val Lewton, a writer/producer in the 40’s, who made the original Cat People.

When and where do you prefer to write?

I’ve always got a notebook on me so anywhere really, though probably favourite place is when I’m camping and don’t have internet access to distract me.

Thank you, David Hutchison and Love Books Group

 

About the author

David Hutchison was brought up in the Scottish Highlands.  He worked for many years as a fisherman, crofter, DJ and self-taught artist.

His children’s book Storm Hags was shortlisted for the Kelpie Prize. He’s had several short stories published in anthologies (New Writing Scotland, Read By Dawn) and on BBC radio. He is also a filmmaker. He wrote and directed the sci-fi feature Graders, and comedy/meta-horror Baobhan Sith. 

He has just completed The Book of Skulls, a BAME and LBQT story of hidden identity and murder, inspired by Edinburgh’s murky medical history.

Last year he put on the exhibition Medical Inspirations, celebrating the 150th anniversary of the Edinburgh Seven; the first group of women to matriculate at a British university.

He is currently working on Kore, a supernatural novel where a bank clerk is contacted through her new hearing aid by her dead girlfriend.   He also teaches a class in scriptwriting and is hoping to do some online class in the autumn.

 

Author Link

Website: http://www.davidhutchison.co.uk/

 


 

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Fair Means Or Foul by Keith Wright / #Interview #BlogTour @BOTBSPublicity @keithwwright

 

 

 

The man sitting at the wheel of the car was 100 yards from his moment of destiny. He was oblivious to it, of course. Murderers don’t necessarily realise they are killers until a few seconds before it happens. Murderers are sometimes just like you and me. He would never have dreamed that such a thing might happen. Ridiculous. If anyone had told him that today was the day he would turn into a killer, he would have looked at them quizzically; questioning their sanity; instead of questioning his own.
The murder investigation into the death of a young girl at Nottingham’s Goose Fair throws up several suspects, close to home and further away. The stream of inquiries spirals into a climax, and suddenly another young life hangs in the balance.
Detective Inspector Stark and his team prepare to do anything to stop further bloodshed. They are willing to use any means necessary, whether it be fair means or foul.
In his fourth crime thriller, critically acclaimed author, Keith Wright, once again regales the stark reality of murder, derived from his hands-on experience as a CID detective sergeant working in an inner-city area.  

 

 

Q&A

  1. Do you always take a book/ereader wherever you go?

I don’t take a book or e-reader everywhere I go, as usually I am writing. I can generally be found (in normal times), at home or in a coffee shop, plotting or writing. I try to read when I can, but as I am probably a little older than most, I have done my fair share in periods of my life when I wasn’t writing. Nowadays my reading tends to be when on holiday.

  1. Say someone asks if they can use your name in a book. Would you rather be the ‘good one’ or the ‘bad one’?

I’ve spent my life being ‘the good one.’ I was a detective for 25 years. I would find it really strange being the baddy and I wouldn’t be rooting for me. There is a subtle difference between being a ‘goodie-two-shoes,’ and being a detective mixing with the criminal echelons and fighting baddies on behalf of those unable to stick up for themselves. It’s not like you can hug it out of them? If it is written accurately there is plenty of interest in the ‘good’ character.

  1. Where can I find you when you are reading?

On holiday, with a coffee, or an occasional beer, a cigarette, and trying to balance my reading glasses underneath my sunglasses.

  1. Where can I find you when you are not writing/reading?

At home or in a coffee shop writing, or with my family doing family stuff.

  1. Can you walk past a bookstore without going inside?

No, I always feel the draw to go into a book shop of any kind. Whether it was a second hand store or a Waterstones. I don’t discriminate. I will browse fiction and non-fiction alike and buy books, many of which I still wait to read. For years my grown up children often buy me a book for Christmas and birthday, usually one I would never buy myself. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes not so much.

  1. What are you most proud of?

Putting aside the obvious, being a good father etc. I suppose my biggest writing achievements are being shortlisted for the John Creasey Award for the best debut crime novel for ‘One Oblique One.’ 

Secondly for getting great reviews in prestigious newspapers such as The Times, Financial Times, Sunday Express etc.

Finally, being heavily involved in Bouchercon the World Mystery Convention and being on the main panel in front of two thousand people.

  1. What goes through your mind when you hold your new book in your hands for the first time?

It is the thrill of seeing the end product. Something I have created from scratch and only exists because of me. It is the anticipation of knowing that people will read the book and be entertained and informed and surprised. It is knowing that I have created something that says, ‘I was here in planet earth.’ You hope there is a legacy in there. I don’t think anyone, but writers can really understand what a great feeling that is.

  1. What piece of advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Do your own thing. Tell your own story. Be careful what advice you listen to, as most people know nothing, or if they do, it fits them not you. Keep it real. I share Stephen King’s advice to ‘show don’t tell,’ up to a point; while the bulk of the book should do this, sometimes you have to ‘tell’ to keep the pace right and avoid reader yawns.

  1. Who would you like/have liked to interview?

I will try to avoid the regulars such as Winston Churchill and Stephen Fry. I think I would like to interview my father. There was so much I did not ask him when he was alive, and I would be intrigued about the horrors he experienced in the war as a mere 19-year-old, his subsequent mental health issues and alcoholism. It would also be good to tell him I forgive him for being such a shit Dad.

  1. When and where do you prefer to write? 

As I have mentioned I tend to write in the house or in my regular coffee shop. I call the barista’s my co-workers. We just have different roles. I prefer the coffee shop overall.

Thank you, Keith Wright and Book On The Bright Side Publicity & Promo

 

About the author

Keith Wright is the Author of the crime novels in the ‘Inspector Stark series’ available on Amazon, Kindle and Kindle Unlimited|Audiobook on Audible and iTunes.

 

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Twitter: @keithwwright

 

 

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Let’s Get Published by Val Penny / #CoverReveal #BlogTour @LoveBooksGroup @valeriepenny

 

 

At last, a book that is easy to read and tells it how it is! The book was written to assist authors to maximise their success when submitting work to agents or publishers, to help authors consider their priorities and preferences for getting work into print. To advise authors on how to identify the agents and/or publishers they want to approach. It should also assist with editing their manuscript fully prior to submission. The book offers advice about how to prepare a submission package to give an author the best chance of success. The road to becoming a successful author is not easy, but it is rewarding. Let this book take you on the journey.

 

 

Cover reveal

Thank you, Val Penny and Love Books Group

 

About the author

Val Penny is an American author living in SW Scotland. She has two adult daughters of whom she is justly proud and lives with her husband and two cats. She has a Law degree from Edinburgh University and her MSc from Napier University. She has had many jobs including hairdresser, waitress, lawyer, banker, azalea farmer and lecturer. However, she has not yet achieved either of her childhood dreams of being a ballerina or owning a candy store. Until those dreams come true, she has turned her hand to writing poetry, short stories and novels.

Her crime novels, ‘Hunter’s Chase’ Hunter’s Revenge, Hunter’s Force and Hunter’s Blood form the bestselling series The Edinburgh Crime Mysteries. They are set in Edinburgh, Scotland, published by Crooked Cat Books. The fifth novel in the series, Hunter’s Secret, is published by darkstroke. Her first non-fiction book, Let’s Get Published is available now.

 

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The Best Man by A.S. Kelly / #SpotlightPost #ReleaseBlitz @ASKelly_Books

 

 

I always turn up at just the wrong moment. I never know how to make the most of a situation; I don’t know the right thing to say, or when I should come or go. Let’s just say I have really shit timing.

I’m not a smart guy. I don’t have great ideas. I’m practical, a hard worker; someone who lives for his family, and for the air that she breathes.

It’s just a shame that the “she” in question never knew this. It’s a shame that I waited all these years to make my move. It’s useless to tell you, readers, that it was already too late; that I’d screwed everything up, once again. And, this time, my mistakes forced her to come home.

Except she didn’t want to stay.

And now she hates me – or maybe she doesn’t. I still haven’t worked out what’s going on between us, but like I said, I’m not the sharpest tool in the box. And even though this could be my last chance, I’m not going to be the one to ask her to stay. Not even if she turns out to be the one I’ve always waited for.

Because she doesn’t belong in this place.

And she doesn’t belong in my life.

My name is Alex Brennan, and this is my story: of how I realised I’d lost the most important person in my life, before I even had her.

 

 

Spotlight Post

Thank you, A.S. Kelly and Barbara Gerholz

 

About the author

A. S. Kelly was born in Italy but lives in Ireland with her husband, two children and a cat named Oscar.
She’s passionate about English literature, she’s a music lover and addicted to coffee.
She spends her days in a small village North of Dublin, looking for inspiration for her next stories.

Rainy Days is her debut novel.

 

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Buried Angels by Patricia Gibney / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @trisha460 

 

 

D.I. Lottie Parker #8

Bubbles of cold sweat trickled down Faye’s spine. The hole wasn’t empty. Before she could turn and run, she caught the two sightless eyes staring up at her. Only then did she scream.

When Faye Baker discovers a fragile child’s skull behind the walls of her new home, Detective Lottie Parker is called to investigate. The house has been owned for years by the family of Faye’s boyfriend Jeff, so when Jeff starts acting suspiciously, Lottie wonders what he might be hiding…

Lottie doesn’t have long to dig deeper before a child’s bones are found by eleven-year-old Gavin on nearby railway tracks. The bones don’t match the small skull behind the walls, but Lottie can’t ignore the coincidence. Someone out there must be missing their loved ones and it’s up to her to put right a terrible wrong.

Unable to shake a feeling of foreboding, Lottie goes to speak to Faye, and discovers that she hasn’t turned up for work. When Faye’s body is found stuffed in the back of her car, Lottie needs to find out who wanted her to keep quiet.

As Lottie hunts for Faye’s killer, the case takes a darker turn when Gavin goes missing. Faye and Gavin are connected only by the grisly body parts they discovered. But who are these little victims and why has their killer come back? Can Lottie find the answers before another precious life is taken?

 

 

 

Review

Well, Lottie certainly has a lot on her plate this time, but no worries because she is always hungry. Hungry for justice for the victims, hungry to put the baddies behind bars, hungry to delve deep until she finds out every little detail.

She puts every case through the finest sieve she can find. She squeezes every witness gently to extract every drop of information and she grills every suspect until they sweat.

She does not only have to wade through a thick soup of crime, but she also has to deal with her personal life that gives her lemons. Will she be able to make lemonade?

In this story I had the feeling there was something fishy about almost everybody, except for the police team. Male or female, they were all acting suspicious and hiding secrets.

Lottie and her team really have to suck the marrow out of it before they can put the cherry on the cake.

A great, horrible story that had me frozen to my chair from page 1. 5 stars/chef’s hats 😉

Thank you, Patricia Gibney and Bookouture

 

About the author

Patricia is the million-copy bestselling author of the DI Lottie Parker series. She yearned to be a writer after reading Enid Blyton and Carolyn Keene and even wanted to be Nancy Drew when she grew up. She has now grown up (she thinks) but the closest she’s come to Nancy Drew is writing crime!

In 2009, after her husband died, she retired from her job and started writing seriously. Fascinated by people and their quirky characteristics, she always carries a notebook to scribble down observations.

Patricia also loves to paint in watercolour and lives in the Irish midlands with her children.  

 

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The Spa at Lavender Lane by Phyllis Melhado / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours

 

 

Take a peek behind the curtain of wealth and glamour in Phyllis Melhado’s sassy and sultry beach read. The guests who arrive for a 10-day stay at the nation’s premier spa at Lavender Lane seem to have everything a girl could want: high-flying careers, social and financial prowess, access to the top fashions and beauty products, and even a dash of fame. Yet each woman is in need of rejuvenation from insecurities, flatlined business motivation, or failed relationships – problems that will require more than the spa’s renowned anti-aging quince cream to fix. As the women learn to trust one another, they each figure out how to take a second chance at life, and reclaim what’s most important.

 

 

Extract

Chapter Two

“We’re here, Miss,” the driver said, jarring Toni Etheridge from a state roughly approaching relaxation. She pushed her sunglasses up into her tousled auburn hair and snapped open her bloodshot hazel eyes, almost sorry the ride was over. The trip from LAX had provided the first pleasant moments in an otherwise horrendous travel day filled with an insane traffic jam on the way to JFK which nearly caused her to miss her flight, a terrible seat at the rear of the plane where the cabin staff were constantly rattling cans and refilling their carts and a raucous group of drag queens on their way to a competition in LA, who didn’t shut up for a minute during the entire five-hour flight. But the capper was the sudden drop in altitude that put her stomach firmly in her mouth and sent her stumbling to the bathroom to make sure that her body had not betrayed her like it had done a few years before. Happily, what she found was just the result of a leaky bladder and not the catastrophe she had dreaded.

“May I help you?” asked the good-looking young man as he opened the car door and offered his hand. He smiled broadly, gleaming white teeth set off by eager blue eyes and deeply tanned skin. Even though they were miles from the sea, Toni thought he had perfect California surfer looks, complete with thick, wavy blonde hair and a tall, well-built body.

“Did you have a good trip?” he inquired.

“Good trip!” Toni grunted, pushing her glasses back down to shield her eyes from the southern California desert sun. “Do you really want to know?

She leaned back and looked at him for a long moment, then laughed. “Of course you don’t want to know! I’ll spare you.”

There was an audible sigh of relief.

“Ms.,” the limo driver interjected, appearing with two mismatched and beaten-up travel bags.

“Oh, thanks. You can dump my stuff over there,” Toni said, pointing to a collection of Gucci, Vuitton and Prada bags waiting to be delivered to the rooms of other newly arrived guests.

“Now, Michael?” she asked, focusing on the name badge pinned to the surfer boy’s neat white Lacoste shirt. “Where to?” She grabbed his arm and gave him one of her most engaging smiles.

Michael smiled politely and tried to usher Toni in through the front door. “They’ll take good care of you at the desk, Ms…”

“Etheridge,” Toni said, taking off her sunglasses, but making no move to walk in.

“We’ve got to get you checked in quickly, Ms. Etheridge. Madame Demidova runs a tight ship.”

“I’ve heard that, Michael,” Toni said, toying with his nametag. I’m sure she depends on you to, uh, keep things moving.” She flashed him a coy smile. “And I certainly don’t want to get you in any kind of trouble.”

There was an awkward pause.

“I would sure appreciate that, Ma’am.”

“Ma’am!” Toni shrieked. “Dear God. I’m not that old!”

“Of course not!” Michael said quickly as he encouraged her through the door to reception.

“Ah, Ms. Etheridge,” the front desk clerk said. “Welcome!” But before Toni had a chance to reply, the cell phone buried in her huge tote bag began to ring. Damn, she thought, remembering the rules she had read in Lavender Lane’s confirmation letter: No men, other than staff, allowed on the premises. No loud talking in the public areas. And absolutely no cell phones. She began fumbling in her bag. “Shit!” she said, quite audibly. “Where is the damn thing?”

“Ah,” she heard a voice say softly. “You must be Antoinette Etheridge. We’ve been expecting you.”

Toni looked at the small, impeccably dressed woman who had silently advanced toward her. Clearly Chanel, and definitely the real thing — and oh-oh. It could only be one person.

“Oh, dear. I am so sorry,” she said sheepishly. Her phone, which had migrated to the bottom of her bag, somewhere between a prickly hairbrush and a plastic bag full of broken pretzel bits, continued to ring. “Guess I forgot to turn the darned thing off.” Gee-sus. Do you believe this? Toni felt her face flower into a full flush. She rummaged around her bag and after two more excruciating rings, finally located the phone and turned it off.

The woman in Chanel stood silently, a patient smile on her face.

“My apologies,” Toni said.

“Nothing to be concerned about,” the woman said in a soothing tone. “You’re here, now, and it’s time to leave behind those dreadful little machines and all that New York stress.” She offered her hand. “I’m Nadia Demidova, dear. Welcome to Lavender Lane.”

***

When Mavis Perkins was shown her accommodations, her gray-green eyes ignited with slow, icy fire. Her favorite suite, with some of the most magnificent sunsets in the western part of the United States, had been given to someone else, and this was simply not to be tolerated.

“What do you mean I can’t have my regular suite?” she asked, reveling in her haughtiest demeanor, making her cheekbones seem angled even higher on her fabled porcelain skin, while her chiseled nostrils arched in

their most sanctimonious flare, as she pronounced the word “mean” with near biblical profundity.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Perkins,” Nadia answered, reaching for Mavis’s hand. Her apology was not an empty one. She always did her best to accommodate her clients’ wishes, especially those who were regulars. But as Nadia moved forward, Mavis pulled away. She simply would not be touched.

Nadia wondered how she was going to handle the situation without breaking a confidence, and for a moment she nearly succumbed to temptation. It would be so much easier just to tell Mavis who was in “her” suite, but she couldn’t. Word simply could not get out. Eleanor was a highly visible spokesperson for her company, and if the media or the internet ever got hold of information about her plastic surgery, the perception of Lavender Lane as a retreat steeped in absolute discretion would be totally destroyed.

“I am terribly sorry that your favorite accommodations are not available this visit. I know how much you like that particular suite.”

“Like it,” Mavis intoned. “I practically own it. Let me remind you that I have been coming here two, sometimes three times a year for more than a decade.” She glared at Nadia. “You add that up, it comes to a hell of a lot of cash.” She kept her eyes fixed firmly on Nadia, not allowing her a second’s grace.

“Yes,” Nadia said looking directly back at Mavis, “and you know how much we love having you here.”

“Well, I’m beyond disappointed, Madame Demidova. It never occurred to me that I might not have my usual suite. You know how particular I am.”

Nadia remained poised. “Yes…of course, Mrs. Perkins. But let me assure you that you will be more than satisfied with this suite. As you can see, it’s exactly the same, only at the other end of the house.”

Mavis appraised the sitting room with its familiar cream-colored sofa, graceful deep-green potted palms and delicately carved Cherrywood armoire, then turned her gaze slowly back to Nadia.

“Well, if it’s the same damned thing, why couldn’t you just put whoever the hell is in my suite at the other end?”

Nadia studied the difficult woman who she knew was accustomed to always getting her own way. Telling Mavis the real reason without going in to any details might get her to settle in.

“May I speak to you in confidence?” she whispered, summoning up a bit of the actress she had developed during her brief career as a ballerina.

Nadia’s tone spoke volumes, and Mavis was intrigued. Usually interested only in herself, she became curious about who might be ensconced in the coveted suite. Warming to the notion of hearing something

of special interest, she leaned forward. “Of course,” she said, pursing her lips in a half-smile.

Nadia leaned forward as well, her petite frame no match for that of the regally tall Mavis Perkins. She put her hand on Mavis’s arm, and looked up.

This time, Mavis did not move away. “The guest has just had some extensive work done,” she said, “and things don’t seem to be going as well as one might expect. I’m afraid she’s forced to stay a few days longer than any of us had anticipated.”

“I see,” Mavis responded, curiosity in full throttle. “Anyone I know?”

“I doubt that you have ever met this woman,” Nadia said, choosing her words carefully because, in all likelihood, Mavis knew who Eleanor was. “The poor dear…” she continued. It was imperative that Nadia diffuse Mavis’ curiosity. “It would be so kind to just let her recuperate in peace.”

Mavis arched one meticulously tweezed eyebrow, then relaxed into a measure of acceptance. This was a problem with which she could identify. She lived in dread of the scalpel, having seen more than a few botched jobs among her friends in Chicago’s best circles.

Nadia had taken a calculated risk, but it seemed to have worked.

“Very well then. Have someone fetch my bags. And please send a masseuse up ASAP. I’m simply exhausted from the trip–not to mention all this unpleasantness about the rooms.”

Nadia had only just checked the massage schedule and was quite sure that the “therapists” were all booked, but she could not possibly say no to Mavis Perkins at this point.

“Certainly, Mrs. Perkins. Get yourself settled in, and someone will be up to take care of you in a little while. And Mrs. Perkins, will you be joining the others for dinner this evening, or will you be dining in your suite?

“Oh, I think I’ll come down to dinner. First night, you know.” During her frequent stays at Lavender Lane, Mavis often had meals sent to her rooms, but Nadia was sure that she was not about to miss the initial dinner, with its overview of the guests in residence.

“Then we’ll see you at seven, and thank you for being so understanding about the suite. A masseuse will be up in just a little while, and, of course, the service will be complimentary to show our gratitude for your kindness.” She smiled graciously, then quickly summoned one of the attractive young attendants to bring Mavis Perkins’s considerable luggage up to the Mariposa Suite as soon as possible.

“Whoever you have to switch around,” Nadia cautioned Phoebe a few minutes later, “please make sure that Mrs. Perkins gets one of the better therapists.”

Phoebe peered over the top of the tortoise shell glasses which were perennially perched just below the bridge of her nose, a conspiratorial smile spreading over her angular but handsome face. “Without question. We can be sure that if Mrs. Perkins’ massage is anything less than celestial, we’ll hear about it.”

They both had been subject to more Mavis Perkins incidents over the years than either of them cared to remember.

“Not to worry. I’ll take care of it straight away.”

“Good. And please do your best to get back here as soon as possible. From the looks of this group, re-arranging a couple of massages will be the least of our problems.”

Thank you, Phyllis Melhado and RABT Book Tours

 

About the Author

The former Vice President of Public Relations for Estee Lauder, Phyllis Melhado has had her work published in Town & CountryCosmopolitan, and The Scarlet Leaf Review. She has also ghosted a best-selling beauty book as well as a nationally syndicated beauty column. She earned her Master’s degree in Communications from NYU and lives in New York City. The Spa at Lavender Lane is her first novel. To learn more about Phyllis and her work, visit https://www.phyllismelhado.com.

 

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Lake Effect by K.C. Gillis / #SpotlightPost #ReleaseBlitz @RABTBookTours @kcgilliswriter

 

 

A Jordan Reed Mystery #2

Mysterious marina accidents. Destroyed evidence. Can a tenacious reporter decipher the twisted clues at a small-town lake?

Jordan Reed is burned out from all the attention on her previous high-profile story. But when a new lead lands in her lap, she reluctantly postpones her vacation to investigate a classic New England marina. With hundreds of dead fish washing up on Copper Lake’s otherwise pristine shores, Jordan suspects a sinister cover-up.

But by the time she arrives on the scene, she’s surprised to discover the police chief eliminated every last carcass and seems hellbent on blocking her inquiries. And her search for the culprit takes a perilous turn when gambling kingpins descend on the city and a string of unexplained calamities plague the docks. 

Can Jordan expose the corruption, or will she be the next to go belly-up?

 

 

Spotlight Post

Thank you, K.C. Gillis and RABT Book Tours

 

About the author

K.C. (Kevin) Gillis is the author of the Jordan Reed mystery series. Despite being a lifelong lover of stories and books, writing took a distant back seat as his professional career travelled through the Canadian Air Force, a decade as a chemist, followed by a long and continuing run in corporate America. With writing no longer in the back seat (but not quite yet in the front seat), Kevin now has the Jordan Reed series well underway. His personal interests focus on endurance and water sports. Having grown up in the Canadian Maritimes, he now lives in the US northeast.

 

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Other books in the series

Toxic Deception

A Jordan Reed Mystery #1

Strange symptoms. Bloody secrets. Can one reporter solve a medical mystery before she ends up in a body bag?

Jordan Reed put her world on hold to hunt down corruption. So when the gutsy journalist gets tipped off about blood money changing hands at a pharmaceutical factory, she dives into the story. With an otherwise healthy worker dropping dead of multiple organ failure, Jordan suspects something far more sinister than a simple accident…

Daring to go up against big pharma, she gains an ally on the inside and recruits two friends to join the investigation. But after a string of false leads and tight-lipped witnesses, she ties her case to disturbingly similar evidence in a medical trial on the other side of the globe. And if she doesn’t expose the lethal conspiracy soon, Jordan is terrified she and her team could be the next victims of the lethal cover-up. 

Can Jordan take down a greedy corporation before they sacrifice more lives in the drive for profit?

 

 

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