The Catcher by Kerry Birds / #Interview #BlogTour @ZooloosBT @KerryBWriter @darkedgepress

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The perfect marriage? Or the perfect lie? Alistair tells white lies. It’s easier that way. Elena loves Alistair. But he’s married to Celia. Celia likes playing games. And one day soon someone is going to get hurt. The only question is – who?

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Q&A

When and where do you prefer to write?

I quite like sitting on the bed in the morning, when the house is still quiet, with a brew and a good selection of biscuits. I write whenever and where ever I can—when I can fit it in.

Do you need peace and quiet when you are writing?

It helps though it’s not compulsory. I can write when the TV is on if it’s not at six-hundred decibels. I can write with people in the room if they politely ignore me. For some reason, I can’t write listening to music though.

If you had the chance to co-write a book. Whom would it be with?

Currently, it’s Sally Rooney. I love her narration of normal life, her observation of normal relationships, and the way she writes with such skill and clarity. Though Matt Haig is one of my heroes so I’d love to share some of his philosophical-fictional creativity. Then (random horse in the running here) Brian Cox, because I’m a science geek.

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

I do love a good antagonist/anti-hero and I know the exciting answer would be: ‘Oh, the bad one. To wreak havoc and get away with lots of shocking things.’ But, in reality, it’d have to be the good one. I worry about perception and upsetting and I’d whittle myself silly thinking the bad things would be projected on me. Yeah, boring, but hey!

Who would you like/have liked to interview?

I’d like a small interview party (with buckets of crisps and wine). The late Stieg Larsson—because he created Lisbeth Salander who’s my favourite female protagonist ever. A DEP author called Ann—because I read her book and watched an interview on YouTube and she seems great. Then a few random people from the supermarket—because the most interesting things are often discovered in the most unexpected places.

Where can I find you when you are reading?

If I’m into a book, anywhere—stirring gravy at the hob, walking to the carpark after work…. Though generally in bed, fuelling the insomnia with a backlit screen or straining my eyes using the most pathetic reading light known to man.

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

Generally, pottering around the lab at work or within ten-feet of the washing machine! In my spare time, walking somewhere quiet, preferably in the hills, whatever the weather. Or in the kitchen disco when I’m feeling energetic.

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

Initially, disbelief. I wrote this book years ago and it’s languished, homeless, ever since. I didn’t know where it would end up, but I never thought it would be published. Then happy, happy, happy….

How do you come up with a title for your book?

I basically plead with people for ideas. Like, properly plead. Book titles are a flipping nightmare. Only once have I decided on a title before writing a book and I knew it was a sign I’d never finish it.

How do you pick a cover for your book?

It starts with a story concept, followed by a genre thumbnail search on Amazon, then a browse through stock photography. I was lucky enough to be shown a proof by the cover designer for The Catcher, who nailed it really quickly.

Thank you

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About the Author

Kerry Birds lives in Derbyshire with her husband and two boys. She is an Environmental Chemist who started reading fiction in her thirties and took up writing soon after. She now writes prolifically, partly to quieten her anxious mind.

In 2018 she self-published her first novel, Share My Sky, which was brilliantly received. Rainbows in a Storm and its sequel soon followed. She’s had her nose to the grindstone ever since.

In her spare time, Kerry loves to be with her family, preferably walking on mountains or moorlands, where she finds the perfect places to eat cake and drink tea. She likes seeing friends, going to writing group, stalking bumblebees and drinking wine.

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Author Links

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LornaDounaeva

https://twitter.com/KerryBWriter

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Book Links

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Perfect-Family-gripping-psychological-thriller-ebook/dp/B09Y1W92VZ https://www.amazon.co.uk/Catcher-perfect-marriage-lie-ebook/dp/B09NQ3LM63/

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Watch How You Go by Tim Hill / #Extract #BlogTour @RandomTTours

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Three couples. Three rock-solid marriages. Six friends. One tight-knit group. But even the closest bonds can be blown apart – all it takes is the detonation of a large enough grenade…
Cocky, sexually incontinent Ben unwittingly pulls the first pin after a row with wife Zoe. It’s small beer by his low standards, yet this time the transgression will have fatal consequences.
Donna is responsible for the second explosion. With her body clock ticking and doting husband Zbiggy unable to give her the child she craves, Donna makes a decision that rebounds on her in ways she
could never have foreseen.
Rob and Andrea are caught up in the blast, one that exposes the hidden fissures in their own
marriage.
When actions involve deceit, betrayal, blackmail and revenge, it pays to know who’s watching
and who’s being watched…

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Prologue

She wonders if this will be the last time she’ll pass through these double doors; wonders on how many more occasions will she catch June’s eye, or Margaret’s or Alison’s and be buzzed in. She’s become pally with them over the past two months, but it’s a friendship born of circumstance, one that won’t endure once the establishment’s mission statement to make every moment count is fulfilled.

How does she feel about it if this is the time? Ambivalent, it must be said. Does that sound cold and uncaring? It’s not meant to, it really isn’t. She loves her grandad, and once he’s gone she’ll have no immediate family left. But that isn’t him in there. Stretched out on a bed, oxygen mask clamped over his face, barely moving, eking out what remained of his time on earth. Bed-bathed. Incontinent. Stripped of dignity. A husk. When he slept, which was most of the time, he looked as if he were laid out on a mortuary slab already. The slight rise and fall of the chest, the odd guttural retch, the occasional lucid snatch of conversation; this was all that separated Graham Price from curtained-off incineration and an RIP notice in the local paper.

“I’m so sorry, Emily, he’s gone. Slipped away not half an hour ago. It was all very peaceful.”

Margaret, whose last name she doesn’t know, squeezes her arm. Emily nods appreciatively at a gesture the woman must have made countless times yet still made it seem a crushing personal blow. Empathy both practised and heartfelt.

Emily is quite calm. The tears have all been shed. She is ready and willing to usher her grandad’s cancer-riddled, organ-failing shell on the final leg of its journey. Seventy-six years meant he’d passed the old three-score-years- and-ten rule, yet in 2018 it felt like being short-changed. Still, he was the longest lived of her immediate family. What would her own span be? Had she inherited a genetic time bomb on the maternal side? On the other hand, her mother and sister hadn’t died in a way that had implications for her. Or had they? It was difficult to know.

“Can I see him?” “Of course.” There was no icy chill when she clasped his hand. And the lack of response when she poured out her tender valediction was no different to any number of one-way conversations she’d had with him in recent weeks. Had she not been told he’d gone, it could almost have been like any other visit.

She kissed his cheek, passing her palm up across his forehead, taking in the familiar contours of his skull one final time. She’d done the same when her mother went, glad then, as now, that she’d had the courage to capture that final skin-on-skin imprint. There had been no such goodbye with Chloe, though. She’d been judged too young to cope with seeing her sister’s lifeless body. She bore no grudge about the decision. Her mum had lost one treasured daughter, and it was understandable that she should go into protective overdrive with the other.

Emily’s eyes wandered. A few cards on the bedside table, a child’s drawing Blu Tacked onto the wall. It was the work of Oliver age 4, no doubt dragooned by his dad – her cousin Richard – to provide some spiky-sun cheer for his poorly great-grandfather. There wasn’t much to clear. Once the body had been removed, it wouldn’t take long for the room to be made ready for its next doomed occupant.

She was making ready to leave when she saw it. A thick envelope bearing her name, written in her grandad’s unmistakable hand. She’d have recognised it just by the letter y alone, for he always turned the downstroke into an underscore flourish of all five letters. It hadn’t been there the day before, had it? Surely she would have noticed? But then, she’d been almost out of the door when she spotted it this time.

Emily waited until she was in her car before opening it. Oddly, she felt more apprehensive pulling open the gummed flap than she’d been when stroking his lifeless hand. She’d been steeling herself for the corporal leave- taking. But to receive a message from – well, not quite beyond the grave – was somehow disconcerting. She thought they’d said all that needed to be said, both on the personal and practical front, long ago. They’d articulated their love for each other. She’d been directed towards a whole sheaf of paperwork relating to the house: deeds, insurance policies, bank accounts, utilities – all the usual paraphernalia. And now this, a curve-ball missive to disturb her equilibrium.

It did that, all right. For this was no addendum to the bulging file already in her possession, no late-order emoting in keepsake cursive.

It was the work of a different dead hand.

Thank you

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About the author

Tim Hill is the bestselling author of numerous historical reference works and biographies. His
books include: Victoria Cross Heroes of World War One (Atlantic, 2015); The Great War:
Unseen Archives (2014); The Story of the Unsinkable Titanic (Atlantic, 2012); JFK and Jackie
(2003); Ancient Egypt (2006) and Letters and News from the Trenches and the Home Front (2014). Tim has also written books on sport and popular culture, most notably The Beatles,
Then There Was Music (John, Paul, George and Ringo, Barnes & Noble, 2007). He lives in
Paignton. Watch How You Go is his debut novel

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Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Watch-How-You-Tim-Hill/dp/1915143012/

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Under Fortunate Stars by Ren Hutchings / #Extract #BlogTour @lolasblogtours @voidcricket

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Two Ships. One Chance To Save The Future.

Fleeing the final days of the generations-long war with the alien Felen, smuggler Jereth Keeven’s freighter the Jonah breaks down in a strange rift in deep space, with little chance of rescue—until they encounter the research vessel Gallion, which claims to be from 152 years in the future.

The Gallion’s chief engineer Uma Ozakka has always been fascinated with the past, especially the tale of the Fortunate Five, who ended the war with the Felen. When the Gallion rescues a run-down junk freighter, Ozakka is shocked to recognize the Five’s legendary ship—and the Five’s famed leader, Eldric Leesongronski, among the crew.

But nothing else about Leesongronski and his crewmates seems to match up with the historical record. With their ships running out of power in the rift, more than the lives of both crews may be at stake…

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Extract

SHAAN

Research Vessel RV ZC-2812 ZeyCorp Gallion

Shaan sat at an empty table in the Gallion’s canteen, staring at the urgent message alert blinking on her bracelet. She weighed up the consequences of ignoring it like she’d ignored the first one, and the second. But this was Director Barnabyn’s third message, and after three would come the voice-call. She didn’t want to wait for that, not with the Director of Administration in such a foul mood.

She sighed and fished in her pocket for her ZeyCorp badge, wiping a smudge from one corner before she clipped it to her collar. The company logo gleamed brightly over her uninspiring title: Facilities Coordinator. Shaan hardly ever bothered with the badge unless she was leading a formal tour, but the captain’s directive had been clear: full uniform, at all times. Everything had to be kept in perfect order for their diplomatic visitors.

As if a Felen Ambassador would care about a corporate badge. Shaan couldn’t understand what the Ambassador was doing on a ship like this in the first place. The Gallion was a mobile research facility for hire, a corporate science ship that delved long months into deep space so the researchers who paid for ZeyCorp’s services could run experiments. The decks usually teemed with people: scientists and their entourages, interns, engineers and equipment techs. But between rotations, there was a turnover when the ship was nearly emptied. Now, the Gallion was stripped down to its core crew, and the only guest apartment in use was the one occupied by the Ambassador.

The Ambassador was on the way to a summit in mainspace, and ZeyCorp had leapt at the opportunity for one of their ships to ferry a Felen dignitary. A hundred and fifty-two years had passed since the Peace of Etraxas and the end of the war, but Felen were rarely seen by human civilians. Diplomatic matters were normally conducted out in the border sectors—not on corporate science ships.

The week before the Ambassador’s arrival had been filled with frenzied preparations. Everyone in the Gallion’s core crew got a lesson in Felen diplomatic protocols, and Director Barnabyn had insisted that they all recite the list of rules aloud.

Always address the interpreter, never the Ambassador directly.

Do not walk beside the Ambassador.

Do not turn your back to the Ambassador.

Do not touch the Ambassador.

Do not eat or drink in front of the Ambassador…

Shaan had repeated the protocols to Barnabyn’s satisfaction, then promptly deleted the list from her lightpad. She intended to avoid the diplomatic visitors altogether. Even though she usually led the ship’s tours, on this occasion Director Barnabyn wanted to take care of every detail himself, and Shaan had barely tried to feign disappointment.

This would be over soon. The Gallion wasn’t far from its next scheduled stop, where more crew and new researchers would come on board. There, the Ambassador would disembark, and she’d never have to think about any of this again. Soon.

That is, if the ship’s engines ever started working again.

Shaan pushed the thought of the Felen Ambassador from her mind. She tapped her bracelet to acknowledge Barnabyn’s message, then called the nearest lift and descended to the Engineering deck.

Some small part of her still hoped that the Engineering team had overlooked something obvious, that this engine malfunction wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But hours had passed since the incident, and the ship remained disconcertingly silent. No one had uploaded an incident report yet, much to Director Barnabyn’s chagrin.

Shaan emerged from the lift on the upper level of the Engineering deck. There was no one in sight. The consoles that controlled the ship’s scientific arrays were switched off, and the oblong meeting-table sat empty, its projection surfaces dark. She walked to the edge of the upper deck’s outcropping, looking over the rail into the Engineering pit.

Arranged around the lower level were more semi-circular banks of workstations, each with a garish purple seat that swung out sideways. Most of those seats were empty, too, and only a half-dozen consoles were in use. The engineers were engrossed in scrolling columns of glowing diagnostics, and no one looked up as Shaan walked down the stairs into the pit.

Thank you

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About the Author

Ren Hutchings is a speculative fiction writer, writing mentor, and history grad. She spent most of the past decade working in game dev while also plotting twisty space novels. She loves pop science, unexplained mysteries, 90s music, collecting outdated electronics, and pondering about alternate universes. Ren always drafts out of order, and almost everything she writes ends up involving a dash of time travel.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/voidcricket

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B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/under-fortunate-stars-ren-hutchings/1140376610 

Waterstones: https://www.waterstones.com/book/under-fortunate-stars/ren-hutchings/9781786185921 

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The Mesilla by Mary Armstrong / #SpotlightPost #BookTour @maryanneyarde @authornotarthur

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The Two Valleys Saga, Book 1

At 14 years old, Jesus ‘Chuy’ Perez Contreras Verazzi Messi is too small and frail to work the land on the family farm near the Rio Bravo in Mexico. The local padre’s tutoring reveals Je-sus’s unending curiosity and fertile mind. Noted Las Cruces, New Mexico attorney, and poli-tician Colonel Albert Jennings Fountain, agrees to take his nephew under his wing. Jesus ‘reads law’ with his uncle and shares adventures and adversity with the Fountain family and other historic Mesilla and Tularosa Valley citizens. His coming-of-age story will take you into the wild southwest, a brewing range war, a territory struggling toward statehood, court-room dramas, and the adventures and adversities of a boy’s quest for manhood.

*A fictional memoir by Jesus about the ten years leading to the notorious and unsolved Foun-tain murders.

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About the Author 

Mary lives in the heart of one of the ‘Two Valleys’ in Las Cruces New Mexico, with her hus-band Norman ‘Skip’ Bailey, Jr. and their Cavachon child-dog, Java. In 2017 she wrote the one-act play, “It is Blood,” which was selected for a performance by the Las Cruces Commu-nity Theatre. Whereas the Two Valleys series is a prequel to the notorious and unsolved mur-ders of Albert J. Fountain and his eight-year-old son, “It is Blood,” is a sequel to those events.

After winning an award for her debut historic fiction novel “The Mesilla,” Mary has decided to focus on that genre — at least for the foreseeable future. Her writing is fast-moving, thought-provoking and with just enough wordsmithing to satisfy your artistic hankerings. While her writing has literary merit, she strives to capture the moment — the time and the place — and help you live in that moment.

Before releasing her debut novel, Mary dabbled in creative writing, including a weekly col-umn in the Las Cruces Sun News. Since retiring from a diverse career in various planning and design fields, she has devoted herself more fully to her writing, being a good spouse, serving her dog Java, and slipping away to the golf course when left unchained to the desk.

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Website: https://maryarmstrongauthor.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authornotarthur

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

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/mary-armstrong-590ab9211/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/contrarymaryauthor/?hl=en

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/mary-armstrong

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B093CZQNZS

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21456893.Mary_Armstrong

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The Girl Who Jumped by Matilda Swinney / #Extract #BlogTour @RandomTTours

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A lifetime of failed relationships. One huge risk. One sexy dominating man. What could go wrong?

Based on true events, after a lifetime of frogs, Tilly sets out to find her own Prince Charming. But there’s a catch. She wants her Prince Charming to be the ultimate dominating man.

Not sure if this is possible, she follows her best friends’ advice and ditches conventional dating sites for a steamy sex dating website. However, Tilly quickly realises reality is not like the fairy tales. As she battles with her inner feminist will she ever get used to his rules? And more importantly, what is he hiding?

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Chapter 1

I had an eighty percent chance of being murdered. My mum would have a heart attack if she knew. I was acutely aware of how risky my plan was. I’d called Amelia yesterday to warn her. She’d sounded calm on the phone, if a little proud. We’d agreed she’d raise the alarm if she’d not heard from me by nine a.m. tomorrow.

Before I could start imagining my funeral, my phone vibrated in my hand: Are you on time? You may answer yes or no.

I closed my eyes briefly and stopped walking. A crowd of people spilling out of the Underground behind me, propelled me forwards so I came to the side out of the way. I needed a moment. I put my hand on the cold metal railings overlooking the park. It was rare to get such a lush expanse of green in the city. That was the beauty of London, though. It was an amazing city. I loved visiting. Before I could overthink anything, I texted back, Yes.

My phone vibrated instantly, Is your heart beating quicker? I smiled. He was so theatrical. This was totally different to normal dating. It felt like we were in a film. It didn’t take a lot though. I’d always found it easy to suspend my disbelief. I’d got it from Mum. She’d gasped so loudly in the cinema during The Lord of The Rings that people had turned to look. And to my embarrassment, she’d even shouted words of encouragement to Harry Potter during The Goblet of Fire.

I replied, Yes. It was a blunt response but he liked it that way. The deal was no initiation of conversation or long-winded replies. Basically, I couldn’t text him first and when he asked a question I had to answer with yes or no. He had a lot of rules.

I started walking again but stopped to look up at the sun shining through the thick canopy of trees above me. It was a gorgeous day: cold but a bright blue sky and lots of sun. Why was I being so serious about this meeting? It was entirely my choice. I’d visualised it for months, dreamed about it for years and masturbated myself to sleep thinking about it. So, why the fear? I was about to walk into my very own sweet shop. I wasn’t on death row.

I checked my phone. I had another message: You will check in first, as you want to get ready.

Yes, I replied. Do you know where to go? I rolled my eyes and texted, Yes. Of course I knew where to go. How old was he? That’s why phones existed. I’d already checked the hotel’s location this morning. It was exactly two minutes from the Underground. I typed the postcode of the hotel into the map app, just to be sure, and followed the directions out of the park and across the main road.

One minute later, I stood in front of The World’s Tallest Hotel. Ivy clambered all the way up it. I looked down at my old blue suitcase and leggings. I was massively under-dressed. There was no point backing out now, though. It was now or never.

As I pushed open the heavy glass doors, a man waiting inside in a top hat and tails bowed deeply.

“Ma’am.” I startled, looking behind me. “Ma’am?”

He meant me. I didn’t realise they welcomed everyone so nicely. I wasn’t rich or a celebrity. “Hello, thank you.” I whispered, wishing my Yorkshire accent wasn’t so strong. “I’d like to check in please.” “Yes, just this way, ma’am.” I carried my suitcase in my arms so it wouldn’t damage the shiny marble floor and followed behind the man to reception. He motioned for me to sit at a large desk. I put my suitcase down carefully on the floor and nudged my plastic bag behind it. I looked down at my trainers. I was bringing the hotel down a whole star.

“Ma’am?” He was waiting. I’d missed something. “Yes?” My cheeks flushed. “The booking name please.” I paused. I’d never said my date’s name out loud before. A rising look of suspicion in Hotel Man’s eyes told me he was considering throwing me out. Perhaps, he thought I’d stolen the identity of the richest man in London and was attempting to check in. Or maybe, he thought I was a prostitute. That was more likely.

I spoke as slowly and as confidently as I could. He raised his eyebrows. His pause was everything—I must have pronounced the name wrong.

“We’ve upgraded you.”

What?

“To a town-house residence.”

Thank you

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About the author

Matilda Swinney is a freelance writer, author and mother.

Her novelette, The Texts Before We Met, is the prequel to her debut novel, The Girl Who Jumped (10 May 2022).

The series is based on a true story.

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Author Link

https://www.matildaswinney.com/

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Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Girl-Who-Jumped-steamy-romantic-ebook/dp/B09ZYT4RJP/

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In the Midst of Magic by Christian Cura / #SpotlightPost #BookTour @RRBookTours1

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And if you wrong her, shall she not revenge?

Meet Kara Hartman, a photojournalist who is hiding her magic from the world. Traumatized by her brother’s death, she wants nothing more to do with magic. But just when she thought she could neglect her gift, it becomes apparent that the universe has other plans for Kara. When she discovers that an old foe has broken out of prison, hellbent on destroying her new life, Kara has no choice but to embrace the only power that can stop her.

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About the author

Christian Cura is a new author who also has a background in graphic design. He graduated from George Mason University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Art and Visual Technology. Inspired by the likes of Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, and Robert Jordan, it has always been a dream of his to write and publish a novel of his own. In 2019, he achieved that goal with his first book Dreams of Fire. His most recent work, Temple of Ice, is perhaps his most notable achievement, garnering four and five-star reviews on Amazon. He currently lives in Northern Virginia where he continues to write while procrastinating on finding an actual job. When Cura is not writing he can be found creating artwork or getting beaten up at his MMA gym.

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A decade after Jim Dixon’s fall from grace, after the events that burnt his career on Wall Street, his past is catching up to him. Zurich had been the perfect place for a fresh start, a place where he could be a big fish in a small pond. The secretive world of Swiss high finance, a world of deception, greed, and excess, where everyone lies for one or another reason, provided the perfect cover. Until she showed up.

Meeting the socialite daughter of his former client was just a courtesy, nothing more. Another spoiled princess looking for VIP tickets to the opera, or a private shopping session at Louis Vuitton. So he thought. But Christina Rosenbaum was not the typical second generation heiress. This was the meeting that would set it all in motion.

Caught between unscrupulous bankers, hedge fund managers, organized crime, state actors, and law enforcement, Jim is left with no choice. One way or another, it will be over before the end of the week. This week would see careers destroyed, lives lost, and fortunes made.

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Extract

THE CLIENT

“Ms. Rosenbaum is in the meeting room,” she said. “Been waiting half an hour.”

The coat was building a puddle on the carpet. The shoes had been polished an hour ago, whatever good that had done. Ten years in Switzerland and I was still unprepared for the November weather.

“Twenty minutes early. She can marinate a few more.”

I uttered a curse under my breath. With the soaked trench coat secured on its hanger, I had once more forgotten how the local hats seemed to be designed as rain barrels. Not quite a fedora, not quite not a fedora. You didn’t stand out if you wore one in Europe, not in this part of Europe. Now it had left an unmistakable wet patch on the chest of my jacket and the white shirt under it, and there wasn’t time to do a thing about it.

“She got coffee?” I asked, looking at the watch on my wrist. My favorite watch. The only one that actually mattered.

“Three cups. Should be bouncing off the walls. You need one, Jim?” she asked.

“No. No thanks, Sandra,” I said. She had been here early. Then again, she was always here early. Dependable, much like the timepiece on my wrist. She had been with me since I crossed the pond all those years ago. Not sure how I would have made it without her.

“What’s she like?” I asked.

“Oh, right up your alley,” she said. “Try not to give the store away, will you?”

“No promises. Say, be a good girl and interrupt us in ten.”

“Behave in there!”

“No promises.”

I heard the keys hammering away. She was already ignoring me, whether actually busy or pretending to be. Outside the meeting room, I stopped to straighten my tie, only to find none. I hadn’t worn one since I got here. Old habits.

A double knock on the door and I swung it open. There she was. That was the first time I laid my eyes on her. If I had been warned, if I had been told what would come of this, what this week would bring. If I could have understood just what this very meeting would set in motion and the consequences of it, I still wouldn’t have done anything differently. She simply took my breath away.

I had stopped dead in my tracks and I was staring and she saw it. Couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. If that. Sitting there, in that sky-blue Thierry Mugler outfit, her knees together and gracefully tilted to the left. The deep-cut blazer jacket immaculately form fitted and flowing effortlessly down over the matching skirt, separated only by a matte silver-tone waist chain.

The shade of blue perfectly matched her eyes just as the manicured fingernails were in the exact same blood-red shade as her lipstick. She rose to her feet slowly and with the grace of a gazelle, brushed back that long straight dark hair behind her shoulder and extended that hand toward me. She was tall and slender and with the kind of smile men would kill for and if she spoke I hadn’t registered it.

Thank you

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About the author

ANDREAS F. CLENOW Andreas Clenow is a Swedish Swiss author, asset manager and entrepreneur based in Zurich, where he oversees investment strategies of a nine-figure portfolio.
After running his own IT firm in Sweden, he founded his first hedge fund in 2006 in quantitative finance and moved to Zurich. Since he has been part of a number of hedge funds and ventures, and he is serving on the board of directors of multiple companies.
Over the years, Andreas has authored three international best-sellers on finance, each hitting the number one slot on their respective Amazon top lists, and he is translated into eight languages.

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Author Links

https://www.clenow.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/clenow

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Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Most-Private-Bank-murder-hidden-ebook/dp/B09NKYYMF2/

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Missing by K.L. Slater / #SpotlightPost #PublicationDay @bookouture @KimLSlater

I’ve known him all my life. I know he has taken my daughter. His mother says she can help me. But she’s the last person I can trust…

Samuel lived next door when we were children. We were inseparable. But he didn’t like sharing me with my adored little brother. And one terrible night, he got rid of my brother forever…

Now, years later, he’s free. And my daughter is missing.

I turn on my baby girl’s unicorn nightlight and bury my face in her pillow, my heart breaking. I know Samuel has her – he blames me for ruining his life, and even after all this time, he still doesn’t like to share.

As darkness falls, there’s a knock at my door and I open it to see Samuel’s mother. She says she can help me.

I know I can’t trust her, but I don’t have a choice. With each step I take, my fear grows stronger. Can she help me find my daughter? Or does she know something about what really happened all those years ago? Something that could stop me from saving my baby girl…

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About the Author

Kim is the number one bestselling author of sixteen psychological crime thrillers. She has sold over two million copies of her books worldwide. She has also written four Carnegie-nominated Young Adult novels as Kim Slater for Macmillan Children’s Books. Kim has an MA in Creative Writing and lives with her husband in a small Nottinghamshire village.

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Author Links

Author website: www.KLSlaterAuthor.com

Twitter: @KimLSlater

Facebook: KL Slater Author

Instagram: KLSlaterAuthor

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Book Link

Her Child’s Cry by S.A. Dunphy / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @dunphyshane1

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Boyle & Keneally #3

‘I just want my little girl back. She’s so little, she needs her mummy. And she doesn’t even have her panda bear with her. Find her, please find her, before it’s too late.’Little Rosie Blake has been taken. Since going missing from the hospital where she was being treated for cancer, Rosie’s distraught parents haven’t heard a word. And time is swiftly running out. They have to find her, and right away, because Rosie can only survive for ten days without her medication.With the police unable to find any leads at all, criminal behaviourist Jessie Boyle and her team are brought in to help. Who would be so evil as to steal a sick child? Narrowing down on a suspect, Jessie quickly moves to arrest them, only to discover the suspect’s dead body instead… And with no Rosie in sight, the case becomes even more desperate.Who killed their chief suspect, and where is Rosie now? And is Rosie’s disappearance linked to the sudden revival of Dublin’s Hellfire Club, an ancient and terrifying cult obsessed with death and human sacrifice?As the race to find Rosie intensifies, her heartbroken parents know their little girl’s time is running out. The clock is ticking, but Jessie clings on to the hope of finding her safe. Then her search leads her to Ireland’s remote mountains… Will Jessie be able to survive the deadly threat that awaits her, rescue Rosie, and get her back to safety, before it’s too late?

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Review

We often complain about things. Often very small things that don’t really matter when you think about it afterwards.

Being in good health is the most important of all. We just don’t realise how lucky we are and should focus on that in stead of spending time on trivial issues.

I cannot begin to imagine how it must feel when one day my child would be diagnosed with a terrible disease needing regular treatments in the hospital. And if this would not be bad enough what would I do when one day they were snatched from the ward?

Jessie and her team are dealing with a clock that is even ticking faster now, because they have very little time to find the child who cannot survive without their medicine.

Where to start searching? It seems like they disappeared in thin air.

I love the stories written by this author and the way he always manages to add an Irish tale to the mix. They are often quite scary and based on true facts. I always look them up too, because they fascinate me and I want to learn more about them.

Once again a very good book and I can’t wait to read the next one. 5 stars

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About the author 

Shane Dunphy (S. A. Dunphy) was born in Brighton in 1973, but grew up in Ireland, where he has lived and worked for most of his life. A child protection worker for fifteen years, he is the bestselling author of seventeen books, including the number one Irish bestseller Wednesday’s Child and the Sunday Times Bestseller The Girl Who Couldn’t Smile. His bestselling series of crime novels (written under the name S. A. Dunphy) feature the criminologist David Dunnigan. Stories From the Margins, his new series of true crime books written for Audible, has been critically acclaimed and the second title in the series, The Bad Place, is an Audible True Crime bestseller. 

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Author Links

https://shanedunphyauthor.org/

https://www.facebook.com/shanewritesbookshttps://

http://www.instagram.com/shanewritesbooks/

https://twitter.com/dunphyshane1

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Book Links

Cyber Fighter by William Joseph Hil/ #SpotlightPost #BlogTour @pumpupyourbook @cyberfightermov

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The Cyber Fighter Saga Book 1

Brian Baldwin thought his best years were behind him…

Failed game designer Brian Baldwin has lost his career at Ronin games. He spends his days seeking temp work while stuck living off stale pizza, plugged into his game console.

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When he gets a temp job at Defense company Kirkman Enterprises, he volunteers for an immersive Artificial Intelligence Virtual Reality experiment to be programmed with Black Belt fighting skills from 47 different martial arts.

He goes from a total klutz to a real-life action hero!

Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, he transforms into an international target of assassins, international spies, Triad gangsters, Military Special Forces and even the FBI.

What if The Matrix actually gave you REAL LIFE skills?

Would your superhero dreams come true?

Or would it be your worst nightmare?

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About the Author

When interviewed, the author tells us his life story, “I’ve actually been writing since elementary school. I always liked writing my own science-fiction stories, though my early work was derivative of TV shows I loved like SPACE: 1999 and the 1970s version of Buck Rogers. When my family moved to Hawaii (my Dad was a Captain in the U.S. Navy), I started making my own movies first with a Super-8 camera and then our family’s VHS camcorder. In high school I wrote, directed, and starred in my very first feature Law of the Ninja, with my siblings as co-stars and the neighborhood kids as background actors.

When I came to Hollywood, I not only continued with my acting career, but also used my writing skills to pen some screenplays, a few of which I was hired to write from an indie producer. CYBER FIGHTER was originally intended as a vehicle for my acting career, but gradually developed into a bigger story which my debut novel tells. It is my very first book that I’ve ever published.

My wife Pamela and I started our own production company Four Scorpio Productions, and we have our own YouTube channel where we began making short films and then developed our own web series sitcom That Darn Girlfriend which is in its third season. It’s a quirky fun parody of classic 1960s/1970s sitcoms, done in that style as well. We’ve built an audience of over 3,500 subscribers. I also share my filmmaking/VFX knowledge with a tutorial series that I produce and host on the channel as well. 

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Author Links

https://williamjosephhill.com/ 

http://fourscorpio.com/ 

https://www.youtube.com/fourscorpio

https://www.facebook.com/CyberFighterMovie

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cyberfightermov

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

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Book Links

Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081SJRMJ1

Audio version Links:

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/cyber-fighter-unabridged/id1531248640?uo=4&mt=3

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Cyber-Fighter-Audiobook/B08DJBL4WX