The Good Cop – Peter Steiner / #Extract @WunderElena @WunderTanya @plsteiner

Munich, 1920. Detective Willi Geismeier has a problem: how do you uphold the law when the law goes bad? The First World War has been lost and Germany is in turmoil. The new government in Berlin is weak. The police and courts are corrupt. Fascists and Communists are fighting in the streets. People want a savior, someone who can make Germany great again. To many, Adolf Hitler seems perfect for the job. When the offices of a Munich newspaper are bombed, Willi Geismeier investigates, but as it gets political, he is taken off the case. Willi continues to ask questions, but when his pursuit of the truth itself becomes a crime, his career – and his life – are in grave danger.  




The Editor

‘Damn it, Czieslow, I’m amazed I have to bring this up yet again.’

‘I understand your concern, Herr von Plottwietz. But we’re a newspaper, and Sophie Auerbach is a journalist. Her job– our job – is to report …’

‘Her job, Czieslow, and your job, is what I say it is. You seem not to have noticed the times we live in. They don’t call for journalism. What the hell is journalism, anyway? Some elite version of things, some shitty pretense at objectivity.

‘The times call for leadership; they call for action. The old idea of newspapering is dead. Look at the Münchener Post or the Morgenzeitung or any of the other old papers. Nobody wants that Socialist claptrap any more. They’re good for lining birdcages, that’s all. We need action newspapers and that’s what Das Neue Deutsche Bild is going to be: an action paper.’

‘The public wants…’

‘I don’t give a shit what the public thinks they want. The public needs motivation. They need hope. They need to know that their suffering will end. They need to know their lot will improve. That Germany will be theirs again.’

Von Plottwietz stood up to go, and Erwin stood too. The publisher leaned across the desk and shook his finger in Erwin’s face. His own face was now red with anger. ‘Here’s the long and short of it, Czieslow. Your little Miss Auerbach has one more chance to toe the line – my line – or she’s gone. I don’t give a shit how good a journalist she is. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, sir,’ said Erwin.

‘And get rid of those damn pictures too. What is that shit doing in my paper? Just so there’s no mistaking what I’m telling you, Czieslow, your neck is on the line. This is my paper, and, goddamn it, it’s going to be the paper I want it to be. Or you’re all out on the street, the whole sorry bunch of you.’

Von Plottwietz stormed through the newsroom. He stopped by the door, picked up a copy of the latest paper, and looked at it in disgust. ‘Jesus Christ!’ he said and flung it across the room. It came apart in the air and fluttered to the ground in pieces.

Maximilian was told the next morning that he would no longer be working for Das Neue Deutsche Bild. ‘It’s von Plottwietz’s call,’ said Erwin. ‘I’m sorry. Your work is good, Maximilian. Something else will come along. I’m sure of it.’

‘Thanks for saying that,’ said Maximilian.

In fact, something else already had. The week before he had been approached by an editor at the Münchener Post who had seen his drawings in Das Neue Deutsche Bild. The Post would pay double what Erwin had been paying him.

‘That’s wonderful,’ said Sophie. She could see he wasn’t sure. ‘Take it,’ she said.

‘What about you?’ he said.

‘What about me?’

‘I like working together,’ he said.

‘I like it too,’ she said. ‘But don’t let that get in the way. Your drawings are wonderful. More people should see them. And they will when they’re in the Post.’

‘I don’t know if I like the idea of more people seeing my drawings.’

‘Why not?’

‘Just thinking ahead. What’s to come.’

‘Don’t think ahead,’ she said. ‘We’ll find out what’s coming soon enough. Take the job.’ He hesitated still. But von Plottwietz had made the decision for him.

Von Plottwietz had been leaned on by Party members objecting to Sophie’s stories. Despite her claims to be ‘just reporting the facts’, she had described their rallies as ‘disorderly’ and described Hitler as a ‘fanatic nationalist’. She had quoted other politicians critical of his economic ideas and his anti-Semitism. ‘Those are the facts,’ she said.

‘There have been threats against you, against me, and against the paper,’ said Erwin.


‘Phone calls. Letters,’ said Erwin.

Sophie agreed to allow Erwin to go through the story she was

working on. He began crossing out words and phrases. ‘Not unruly

– an unruly crowd. Say enthusiastic. An enthusiastic audience.’

‘So throwing bottles, beating up people is enthusiastic?’ This was the last thing Erwin heard her say before the office erupted in a ball of fire.

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Peter Steiner is the author of the critically acclaimed Louis Morgon series of crime novels. He is also a cartoonist for  The New Yorker and is the creator of one of the most famous cartoons of the technological age which prompted the adage, ‘On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.’ 


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Chutes and Ladder

A Silicon Valley Mystery # 2

When a camping trip uncovers a murder, this amateur sleuth is stuck putting out the fire …

Marty Golden enjoys time with his nieces, but he wanted to spend the weekend with his new girlfriend — not chaperone a Girl Scout camping trip. Once he stumbles upon the corpse of a friend in the woods, the outdoors adventure becomes an open-air disaster. When the police label it an accidental death, the meticulous Marty vows to investigate the murder. After all, it’s poor manners to let your friend’s death go unsolved.

On the hunt for clues the cops ignored, Marty uncovers a disturbing connection to himself. And as he digs deeper, a misbehaving pup, a kooky cousin, and a maniacal ninja put his survival skills to the test.

Will Marty unravel the mystery before the killer, or his imagination, gets to him?

Chutes and Ladder is the side-splitting second novel in the Silicon Valley cozy mystery series. If you like quirky sleuths, wacky side characters, and laugh-out-loud moments, you’ll love this offbeat whodunit.

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Uncle and Ants

A Silicon Valley Mystery # 1

Mysterious attacks. Mischievous nieces. Can a clueless uncle catch a tech-savvy killer … and be home before bedtime?

When a freak accident hospitalizes Marty Golden’s sister and condemns him to babysitter duty, he thinks it’s just another case of hardwired bad luck in Silicon Valley. Until a suspicious murder suggests the mishap was no mere coincidence. Something must be done.

Too bad this quirky, fashion-backward uncle isn’t exactly hero material.

Convinced his sister is in mortal danger, this amateur sleuth follows clues to an oddball array of suspects. Armed with nothing but an eye for detail and powers of self-delusion, Marty tangles with gangsters, a cantankerous school secretary, and a perplexing woman he can’t help but fall for. Glitches in his investigation seem like a piece of cake compared to dinner-prep and bedtime stories with his two precocious, pre-teen nieces.

Can Marty catch the culprit, save his sister, and get his life back in order before he gets unplugged?

Uncle and Ants is the first novel in a refreshingly modern mystery series set in Silicon Valley. If you like clever humor, sassy side characters, and average Joes facing extraordinary circumstances, then you’ll love this twisty mystery.

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Uncle and Ants

In the lobby, I found a quiet corner to call Sergeant Jackson.

If this wasn’t all just a crazy series of mishaps, then I had no idea who might have tried to kill Laney. It could have been someone good with technology, like me, who tried to get the drone to crash into her. Maybe they’d heard she survived the crash on the news, instead of getting a call from the nurse, like me. They could have learned what hospital room Laney was in by checking the directory … just like I did.

I put the pieces together. Either I had tried to kill her, this was all a crazy coincidence, or someone else was trying to murder Laney. I knew I hadn’t done it so that left a valley full of other techies. Or, my imagination was overheating again.

Sergeant Jackson’s voicemail answered on the first ring. I hadn’t prepared a crisp summary of the situation. Instead, I left a lengthy, and likely confusing, message for him.

Perhaps in another lapse in the childhood etiquette lessons from my mother, I’d never practiced crafting a voicemail message to a police officer that someone might have tried to kill my thirty-seven-year-old sister with a rogue drone and then had accidentally killed a terminally ill, elderly Vietnamese woman in a room with my sister’s name on the door. Or that the elderly woman, who wasn’t my sister, had a really loud and close family in a city outside of the officer’s jurisdiction, and was in the process of distracting those police officers from investigating the possible attempted murder of my sister.

Well, maybe crazy people practiced things like that in their head. Too many people already thought I was wacky. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was paranoid. But as they said, just because you were paranoid didn’t mean they weren’t after you.

Or your sister.

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Marc Jedel writes humorous murder mysteries. In his high-tech marketing roles, he’s also written fiction. These are just called emails, ads, and marketing collateral.

In his family, Marc was born first — a fact his sister never lets him forget, no matter what milestone age she hits. For most of Marc’s life, he’s been inventing stories. Some, especially when he was young, involved his sister as the villain. As his sister’s brother for her entire life, he feels highly qualified to tell tales of the evolving, quirky sibling relationship in the Silicon Valley Mystery series.

Family and friends would tell you that the protagonist in his stories, Marty Golden, isn’t much of a stretch of the imagination for Marc, but he proudly resembles that remark.

Like Marty, Marc lives in San Jose, the heart of Silicon Valley, where he writes within earshot of the doppler effect of the local ice cream truck. Unlike Marty, Marc has a wonderful wife and a neurotic but sweet, small dog, who much prefers the walks resulting from writer’s block than his writing.

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Blood on the Range – Christopher Smith / @ChrisScaacs

Blood on the Range is the story of Nathan Todd, a tough, hard-working cowpuncher whose loyalty, quick temper and sense of fair play often get him into situations that test his mettle and his ability to survive. He’s always been content on his own, but that all changes when he meets Bridget O’Connell.

Set in the town of Santa Fuelo, the story follows Nate’s struggle to make a living and raise his standing in the community so that he can court the woman who has finally won his heart. The task at hand is hard enough, but the presence of murderous bandits in the area makes it that much harder.

Overnight, Nate is thrown headfirst into a range war against the cruel and cunning Tunnleys from the Striking S, and their deadly hired gunmen. With bandits on one side and the Striking S on the other, he’ll have to use every skill at his disposal and rely on new allies if he’s to survive and secure a future with Bridget.




“You calling me a liar?” yelled Shaw, pushing Frank aside so hard that he almost fell over and leaning down to thrust his face into the Segundo’s. The young Striking S hand and Chet Rogan leaned back against the bar, smirking at the plight of the two DDT hands and enjoying the show that Shaw was putting on. Nate noticed that they held their drinks in their left hands and that they’d slipped the thongs from their six shooters and had their free hands resting near the handles, ready for action. It seemed to Nate that the Tunnley faction were very keen to begin whittling down O’Connell’s numbers!

By now every eye in the bar was watching the scene and one or two of the more experienced customers, sensing gunplay at hand, had quickly headed for the doors while the getting was good.

Deciding that things had gone far enough, Nate uncurled his lanky frame from the barstool and rose to his feet.

“No he ain’t, Shaw, but I am!” he drawled. Every eye in the bar turned Nate’s way!

“And who the hell do you think you are?” said Shaw, shifting around to face this new annoyance. Chet and the young Striking S hand had turned with him and it was Chet who spoke first.

“Ah hell, Shaw, I know this fella. He’s a no account saddlebum, name of Todd. I reckon he’s just a’beggin’ for a whippin’, sticking his nose in where it don’t belong! What do you reckon, Curly?” he said to the young cowhand who was smirking at Nate.

“I know him, sure enough,” replied Curly with a short laugh, “Why just today I done put him on his ass in the street for all the town to see.” He glanced around the room, showboating like a peacock and was rewarded with a chuckle or two from Shaw and Rogan. “Why don’t you oblige him now and give him the whipping he’s a’hankerin’ for, Shaw!”

“I reckon I will, Curly. I’ll sit him on his ass right here in front of all these nice folks!”

“You may not find it that easy to do,” said Nate, moving away from the bar. “When your friend did it today he had to use a horse and a sidewalk to bring me down. When I put old Chet there down at the dance a while back, all I had to use was a little woman. She cleaned his clock for him good and proper and didn’t even break a sweat!” The crowded room hooted with laughter at the taunt and Chet’s face grew purple with rage.

“Why you…!” Chet snarled, stepping forward, his right hand clawing at his holstered gun.

Quick as a flash Nate stepped forward, his left hand clamping down hard on Chet’s right to prevent him drawing his pistol, while his bunched right fist came flying through the air in a blur and crashed into Chet’s jaw. It was a sickening thud that sounded like an axe handle knocking into a side of beef and Chet’s eyes glazed over immediately. Stepping back quickly, Nate watched as the unconscious Striking S hand crumpled to the floor in a limp heap at the feet of his astonished friends.

Seeing a chance to escape from the wrath of the burly Shaw, the two DDT hands had stepped back quickly and joined the crowd which had gathered around Nate, Shaw and Curly, waiting to see what would happen next.

“You’ll pay for that,” said Curly, his eyes glinting with an angry light. “Get ‘im, Shaw!” he yelled and both Striking S hands whipped their hands down towards their guns…and stopped halfway, their faces pale with fear and their eyes wide with amazement.

As if by magic, Nate’s six shooter had appeared in his hand and was covering them both…before they’d even touched their guns!

“Go on, boys! I’ve got witnesses that this is a fair fight so whichever one of you wants to open the ball, be my guest!”

Nervously they glanced at each other, doubt and fear plain to see in their eyes. Like all bullies, they hated to back down and lose face but this lanky stranger, with the cool, amused eyes, had them over a barrel and they knew it. Slowly they eased their hands away from their weapons.

“Nice and slow like, boys. That’s it. Now why don’t you shuck them gunbelts and take a few steps back. Slowly now…my trigger finger’s a mite itchy today.”

The two furious roughnecks did as they were told, their eyes full of silent fury. Unbuckling their gunbelts, they lowered them to the floor and backed up away from the bar. Still covering them, Nate stepped forward, collected their guns and handed them to Larry, the bartender, all the while keeping his gun covering them.

“See that these boys get their guns back later on, once I’ve sorted out my business with them.”

“Sure thing, Mr Todd, Sir.”

Turning back to the Striking S badmen, Nate eyed them cooly, a slight smile playing across his lips. “You boys are so all fired up for a fight, I reckon I’m going to give it to you. Which one of you wants to take a whuppin’ and which one of you wants to get to lead the other two sleeping beauties home once I’m done?” he asked. This brought a fresh round of laughter from the crowd and all eyes turned to the two men, eager to see what their response would be.

“You’re mighty slick with that gun but if you didn’t have it on I’d break you in half!” growled Shaw, his eyes ugly with hate and his huge hands balled into wedgelike fists.

“Fair enough, let’s see what you can do with your fists, Shaw.” replied Nate, returning his gun to its holster, unbuckling his gunbelt and handing it and his Stetson across to Pete Willis. “I’d be mighty obliged, Pete, if you could hold onto these for me and keep young Curly from interfering while Shaw and I get acquainted.”

“Sure thing, Todd. It’d be my pleasure,” replied the older man, accepting the items from Nate. “Frank, cover that polecat. If he makes a move to interfere in the fight then shoot him. Just in the shoulder, mind, we don’t want no killing.”

“Gladly,” replied Frank, drawing his weapon and levelling it at Curly.

Curly smirked at this foolishness on Nate’s part. He’d seen Shaw in action and was confident in the big man’s ability to wipe the smile off this interfering stranger’s face!

“I’ll stay out of it, you son of a bitch! Shaw don’t need my help, he’s going to hurt you real good!!” he said with a mean smile. “You’re gonna be sorry that you messed with us!”

“We’ll see,” replied Nate with a lazy smile. “Let’s take this fight outside, I don’t want to get his blood all over these nice, wooden floors and I promised the owner that I wouldn’t bust his place up.” Turning on his heel he walked out of the saloon, followed by the crowd. Curly and Shaw trailed them out, grinning savagely at the thought of revenge. Rogan was left lying where he’d fallen, his presence forgotten in the excitement of the looming fight.

Chapter 8

Turning in the dusty street, Nate faced Shaw, swinging his arms to loosen them up. A crowd of onlookers had gathered along the sidewalk to enjoy the show and he could hear excited murmurs as they discussed the looming fight and what had happened in the bar. News had spread quickly and more and more people gathered around, some on horseback in order to get a better view. Western folk loved a good fight and everybody had heard about Shaw and his fearsome reputation. There was no way that anybody was missing this spectacle!

Confident in his size, strength and experience, Shaw was showboating for the crowd again, strutting around the rough circle formed by their bodies. He reckoned himself to be more than a match for this interfering stranger now that guns were out of the equation and was looking forward to bloodying his handsome face and making him swallow a few of his even, white teeth! All the while, Nate stood quietly, legs spread slightly apart…watching and waiting.

“Are you going to stand around flapping your jaw all day or are we going to get this done?” asked Nate. “Guess it makes sense though.”

“What’s that?” said Shaw menacingly, turning to glare at him.

“Big fella like you having a big mouth,” replied Nate with a taunting grin and a fire in his brown eyes. The crowd laughed their approval and a scowl spread over Shaw’s face. The knuckles on his bunched fists whitened and Nate knew that he’d hit a nerve.

“Get him, Shaw! Make him pay for that!” yelled Curly angrily.

Shaw needed no encouragement. He hated to be made a fool of and, with a bellow of rage, he rushed in at Nate, fists clenched and murder on his mind. He came in low with arms swinging wildly and Nate met him with a stiff right to the gut which stopped him in his tracks and then a raised knee to the face as Shaw doubled over, pulping the bigger man’s lips and showering his shirt front with blood to an approving “ooooh” from the gathered crowd.

Startled, Shaw stepped back, wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand. This fight was not going to be the quick and easy victory he’d anticipated, this man Nate could fight. He was going to have to use every dirty trick he’d learnt in his years of fighting.

“I’m gonna kill you for that!” he said, licking his smashed lips and giving a menacing smile.

Nate just smiled and saved his breath. He planned to end this fight quickly. He’d been in many fights over the years but this man was one of the biggest he’d faced, dwarfing his 6’2` frame by four inches and outweighing him by a good sixty pounds.

Closing in quickly, Nate feinted with his left and, as Shaw lifted his hand to block, stepped in and landed a hard right uppercut in his gut, causing the bigger man to grunt! Quickly he whipped in a jabbing left and followed it up with a wicked right cross to the head which knocked Shaw to his knees. This combination had ended many a fight quickly for him in the past but Shaw merely shook his head like a grizzly bear and lumbered back to his feet, circling Nate again and looking for an opening.

Closing in, the two large men stood toe to toe, hammering at each other with gusto while the crowd whooped and cheered. They slugged it out, each measuring up his opponent…each trying to finish the fight quickly!

Stepping in again, Nate tried the same combination he’d succeeded with earlier but this time Shaw was ready for him. He caught the right cross on his shoulder and smashed a ham-sized fist into Nate’s face, which smashed his nose and blurred his vision, and followed it up with a kick to the head as Nate fell to the ground. Dazed, Nate rolled sideways, his nose gushing blood and, more by luck than skill, managed to avoid most of Shaw’s kick, catching only a glancing blow to his back. Sensing an end to the fight and spurred on by Curly, Shaw gripped the front of Nate’s shirt and pulled him in hard to meet a massive right hook, his fist the size of a freight train, which sent Nate reeling into the crowd, a ringing, like the peal of a dozen Church bells, filling his ears.

Their presence was his saving grace as they kept him on his feet and instinct allowed him to duck Shaw’s next wild swing, which floored one of the unwary spectators, and he staggered across the circle formed by the onlookers. Shaw rushed at him but the momentary respite had allowed him to clear his head a little and he desperately smashed a work-toughened right hand into Shaw’s jaw which sent the roughneck staggering backwards and brought him to his knees. Nate backed away, breathing hard, as Shaw got slowly to his feet, blood trickling down his face.

Warily, the two combatants circled each other, both bleeding now from numerous cuts, their breath rasping in their throats. The crowd cheered them on as each probed for an opening, feinting and jabbing. Seeing an opportunity, Nate stepped in, throwing out lefts and rights, each blow whipping Shaw’s head back and bloodying his face further. With a bull-like bellow, the big man stepped in closer, ignoring the blows raining down on his head, gripped Nate around the waist and threw him two metres across the circle, fetching him up against the planking of the sidewalk as the crowd scattered out of the way. It was an amazing display of brute strength and the crowd roared their approval, especially Curly!

Winded, Nate struggled to his feet and faced his opponent who was breathing heavily and glaring at him with hate-filled eyes, one of which was puffy and black. Shaw could fight and he could take a beating, he had to give him credit for that! If he was going to win this fight he’d have to rely on his superior speed to tire Shaw out and, at all costs, he must avoid letting him get a hold of him again! There was no way that he could match the bigger man for power and another grappling match like that could be the end of him! Shaw would have no mercy if he won the fight and would be out to kill or maim him!

If I can get him riled, maybe I can cause him to be reckless and tire himself out, he thought to himself. I’m in better shape than he is so I’ll recover faster…I need to keep him unbalanced and keep him moving!

Moving in close he jabbed quickly with his left, dancing back out of reach when Shaw countered with a wild haymaker. He kept dancing around the bigger man, jabbing and moving quickly out of reach like a mosquito harassing a big bull buffalo. Infuriated, his opponent lumbered around the circle after him, desperately throwing wild punches which kept connecting with nothing but air. The older heads in the crowd nodded their approval; they understood what Nate was up to. A punch that misses uses up more energy than a punch that connects…they were witnessing a boxing masterclass.

“Stand still, damn you!” roared Shaw in frustration, panting heavily as another punch missed its mark! “Quit moving around and fight me like a man!”

Nate had learnt his lesson and had no intention of standing still for another pummelling. Instead he continued with his strategy of wearing down his heavier opponent until Shaw’s lumbering had slowed to a tired shuffle. He was breathing heavily now and Nate sensed that it was time to end the fight!

“Time’s up Shaw,” he said, almost casually, out of puffy lips, the gleam of battle in his eye. “You did well but you’re a bully and size never makes up for skill!”

Stepping in close, he feinted with his left and, as Shaw raised heavy arms to block, changed the position of his feet and unleashed a powerful blow into the bigger man’s belly! Winded, Shaw bent over, gasping for breath and Nate hit him two swift blows to the jaw…right and left crosses, coming from the hips, that made even the more hardened members of the crowd flinch in sympathy! The large brawler fell to his knees, tottered there for a few seconds and then, like a big pine felled by an axe, keeled face first into the dusty street and lay there unmoving.

Nate, stumbling now with exhaustion, watched warily for Shaw to get up but after a while it was clear that he was unconscious. Most of the crowd, after making sure that Shaw wasn’t going to get back up and carry on with the brawl, wandered off chuckling and discussing the fight and he turned to Curly who was standing with his mouth hanging open in amazement.

“I didn’t look for a fight but I reckon you boys will think twice next time you go picking on folks and shooting your mouths off! Load your boys up and get them back to the ranch. I reckon they’ll be abed for a day or two.”

Two members of the crowd stepped forward and helped Curly drag Shaw to his feet and over to his horse while another two fetched Chet Rogan from the bar. The unconscious troublemakers were then hoisted over their saddles and lashed securely into place.

“You done bought yourself a whole lotta trouble, Todd! Jim and Ben won’t let this matter rest and I reckon’ Lolly Tunnley’s gonna skin yer hide for ye!” snarled Curly.

“I don’t want no trouble but I ain’t gonna buck it if it comes along. Shaw had his chance and he lost fair ‘n square. They know where to find me if they want a word.”

Wheeling his horse, Curly left town at a trot, leading the other two horses and ignoring the amused chuckles of the townspeople. There’d be hell to pay when he got back to the Striking S!

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I’m from Durban, South Africa and I’m a Financial Adviser working for Liberty. I’m 35 years old and I started writing my novel about 4 years ago. I always loved Louis L’Amour novels (as well as Robert Ludlum, Dick Francis and Agatha Christie) and that’s why my first novel is a Western. I’m a rugby fan, a keen fly fisherman and I have an identical twin brother.



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Choices and Consequences # 3

What if the ethical choice has devastating consequences for others?

How can anyone know the right thing to do?

Leonie chose to sacrifice everything to save other people. Now those around her have to face the consequences – and those consequences are not what they expected.

Prospero must deal with his own guilt. He was the one who gave Leonie the tools she needed – her life was in his hands. To make the most of what she did, he will have to face up to all the family issues he has avoided for so long. Whatever he chooses to do, someone he loves will be hurt. For Leonie’s sake, is he now strong enough to make the choice he couldn’t make before?

The crisis predicted by Lord Gabriel has come and gone. But his task isn’t over. Leonie’s very existence may be out in the open but Gabriel discovers that the past is never what it seems – and nor is the present. How can he use what he now knows to bring together those who have been enemies for as long as anyone can remember? If he fails in this, everything he’s had to do so far will be in vain.


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Thread of Hope

Choices and Consequences # 2

What if your secrets are so dangerous they could destroy the one you love? Is honesty always the best policy? Leonie may have run away but Prospero will find her. He loves her and he wants a future with her by his side whatever the consequences. Only when he does find her, he ought to tell her who he really is, outside the monastery. That’ll make her run again. Dare he risk it? But if he doesn’t tell her, someone else may… Marriage to Prospero is what Leonie wants most and the one thing she knows she can’t have. If he found out what she was really like, what she’d been, what she’d done, he’d despise her and she couldn’t bear that. Better to leave now than live a lie – but it’s harder than she expected. If only…

Gabriel is starting to discover the secrets inherent in Leonie, secrets that not even she knows, secrets that will tear the world apart. And the secrets he is keeping are tearing him apart. How can sacrificing those he loves possibly achieve peace when everything he discovers risks the death of millions?


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Strand of Faith

Choices and Consequences # 1

A girl. A monk. An unthinkable sacrifice. When the choice is between love and life, how can anyone decide? In a post-apocalyptic future, a girl and a monk, both with extraordinary mental powers, have compelling reasons not to fall in love. But their choices will have consequences for the rest of the world. After the troubles of his youth, Brother Prospero has found comfort and fulfilment in the monastery. Then he discovers something that forces him to reconsider his whole vocation. How can it possibly be right to leave a life of worship and service for human desire? And if he does leave, will the pressures from his past destroy him? Orphaned and mistreated, Leonie has found sanctuary and safety at the Abbey. When she comes into contact with Prospero everything spirals out of her control. Everyone she’s ever loved has died. She can’t do that to him. But how can she walk away from the first place she’s truly belonged? Abbot Gabriel is faced with an impossible choice. He can do nothing and watch the world descend into war. Or he can manipulate events and ensure peace – at the cost of two lives that he is responsible for. Is he strong enough to sacrifice those he loves?


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Rachel J Bonner is the author of the four book Choices and Consequences series, of which Weave of Love is the third book. The first, Strand of Faith, was released in November 2018, with Thread of Hope published in May 2019. The final book, Cloth of Grace will be out early in 2020.

Getting a degree in engineering, followed by a career in accountancy is probably not a conventional path to becoming an author, particularly in paranormal romance. Rachel says that, although accountancy isn’t anything like as boring as everyone thinks, writing is a lot more fun. When not writing, she can be found walking in the beautiful countryside near where she lives, which has

influenced much of the scenery in her books, or shooting things with her local archery club. Shooting targets only, honest. Nothing to worry about.

She also enjoys swimming, eating chocolate chip cookies and growing aromatic herbs, especially thyme and rosemary. It’s no coincidence that her heroine likes the same things.


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More Than A Game – Ralph Robb / #Interview #BlogTour @rararesources @RalphSRobb


Sabina Park Rangers is the first team of black players to reach the final of the Watney’s Challenge Cup. But coach Horace McIntosh has more selection problems than most. The First Division champions want to sign one of his best players – and right up until the day of the match he is uncertain that he will have a team for the biggest game in the club’s history because of arrests, a scam and an atmosphere of impending violence.




Being a morning person, I prefer to write as early as possible after waking up. The later the day progresses the more my brain becomes tired, especially after a taxing day at my regular job. By the end of the day my thought process begins to shut down.

Making hand written notes is another matter. These are done at infrequent times, sitting in the car whilst my wife is shopping, break time at work or simply chilling on the sofa in the evening.

– Do you have a certain ritual?

I have no real rituals as such, aside from beginning the process with hand-written notes. I find taking pen to paper gets the creative juices flowing more abundantly.

– Is there a drink of some food that keeps you company while you write?

For me, food has no real place around my computer, too much of a distraction. If I find the need to eat, I’ll take a break, fill my face and then return.

In saying that, sipping a hot drink or having a cold one on a sweltering day is not too much of an interference.

– What is your favourite book?

A difficult question, considering I’ve read so many highly entertaining books. If I could slightly rephrase the question to – the most influential book. I would say ‘Enter the Dragon’!!! Let me explain. As a kid I had very little time for books, much preferring to dwell in the fantasy realm of ‘Marvel’ comics. Enter the Dragon was the first real book that left me saying ‘wow’. I know…I know, it’s hardly Margaret Atwood but what can I say, it nudged me onto the tracks to where I am today.

– Do you consider writing a different genre in the future?

Yes, science fiction. Always been a lover of sci-fi, especially movies. This would be a blast; difficult I know but the infinite creative liberties are truly enticing.

– Do you sometimes base your characters on people you know?

All the time, sometimes amalgamating several personalities or traits into one character

– Do you take a notebook everywhere in order to write down ideas that pop up?

There was a time where I made endless notes on small pieces of paper stuffed into pockets or places that I would often lose track of. In the end, lost notes due to the washing machine forced me to use a notebook. Especially useful on the bedside table to recall dreams or ideas that pop into my head between or during sleep….. ideas that would have dissipated if I put off making note until the morning.

– Which genre do you not like at all?

Probably the largest out there. Romance …. It has its place but I just can’t get into it. 

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

Many times, I’ve picked up a book and was taken aback by the literary standard. Making me realize how far I still have to go. But as my wife is constantly reminding me – there is a reader for every writer.

The book that I’m reading at the moment is ‘The weight of Ink’ by Rachel Kadish. I could fantasize about writing with someone of that standard but I’m unsure of the contribution I could possibly make, with such literacy genius at the helm. It would certainly be a gift to learn from a writer like Ms Kadish.

– If you should travel to a foreign country to do research, which one would you chose and why?

I wish I could say one which has a long and interesting but turbulent history, a country that is misunderstood and I, Ralph Robb would endeavour to open the eyes of the world to their plight. BUT unfortunately, I would have to say any warm Caribbean country that has an all-inclusive resort where I can chill and just write. Most of the research in the type of books I write can be found quite easily on the net.

Thank you, Ralph Robb  and Rachel’s Random Resources.


About the author 

Ralph Robb was born and raised in the industrial town of Wolverhampton, England, and now lives in Ontario, Canada with his wife, two cats and a dog. A proud father of four, Robb works as an engineering technician and loves rugby, martial arts and of course a good book. His world is balanced by his obsession with comic books, quality TV, global events and the great outdoors.


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Motivation matters – Wendy H. Jones / #Extract #BlogTour #LoveBooksGroupTours @WendyHJones


Has your motivation to write flown out of the window? Do feelings of self-doubt creep in and haunt your writing day? Looking for a way to beat the doubts into submission?

Award winning author and writing coach Wendy H. Jones shows you how, with 366 glorious exercises you can use to boost creativity and change the way you think and feel about your writing. Techniques that can easily be incorporated into your day, becoming part of your writing routine.

It’s time to change the way you think and feel, in order to set your creativity free.

Has your motivation to write flown out of the window? Do feelings of self-doubt creep in and haunt your writing day? Looking for a way to beat the doubts into submission?

Award winning author and writing coach Wendy H. Jones shows you how, with 366 glorious exercises you can use to boost creativity and change the way you think and feel about your writing. Techniques that can easily be incorporated into your day, becoming part of your writing routine.

It’s time to change the way you think and feel in order to set your creativity free.




As a writer myself, I know how important motivation is to the writing process. Yet, recently I have heard many writers, of all stages of the journey, say they just can’t get motivated to write. Their get up and go seems to have not only got up and gone but emigrated. I can understand this. Life in modern times seems to be crazy busy and oftentimes writing can seem like an uphill battle.

People often ask me, “How do you get so much done? How do you stay motivated?”

These are both good questions and I intend to answer them. Firstly, I should explain, I am writing this introduction on the Island of St Kitts in the Caribbean. Currently on a cruise, I have stopped for lunch ashore. Now at the coffee stage, I am choosing to spend my time writing for fifteen minutes, bathed in glorious sunshine. This is not a bid to make you jealous but to explain what motivates me to spend time writing rather than soaking up the view. I should point out, before you accuse me of wasting an extremely nice holiday, I did watch the world go by whilst I actually ate my lunch. My motivation is knowing this book is needed. That it will help you, the writer.

And help you it will. The tried and tested strategies in this book will motivate and inspire you to pick up a pen, or crack open your laptop, and write. It will allow you to think differently and give your writing a much-needed kickstart. Think of it as your very own motivational bomb. The friendliest, and most helpful, bomb you will ever meet, so get ready to detonate an explosion in your brain.


Today’s exercise involves making a cup of coffee and drinking or at least sipping it. Yes, really. Read on, as there’s more to it. I promise, this will help you find your writing mojo. It’s not often I promise something. It can get you into all sorts of bother.

For those of you who already drink copious amounts of coffee, you may be thinking, this is a complete waste of time. Firstly, change the blend/strength/type of coffee you use. For those of you who wouldn’t touch coffee if it was the only drink available, go with me here. At least make, or order, a cup of coffee. It will be worth it.

So, here’s the thing, don’t just drink the coffee. Or stare at it as the case may be. Notice everything “about it – presentation, colour, amount, the steam rising from it. What do you see? How does the coffee in front of you make you feel? Now smell it. What does it remind you of? Again, how does it make you feel? What are your thoughts? Take a sip. Savour it – taste, sensation, texture. Then swallow, again noticing the flavour, sensation, heat, in fact anything about it.

This exercise will help you in two different ways. Firstly, it enhances observational skills, which will help you strengthen your writing. Secondly, the difference in taste and the new experience will send distinctive signals to your brain telling it today is different. So, smell the coffee and get started.

Thank you, Wendy H. Jones and Love Books Group Tours.


About the author

Award Winning Author Wendy H. Jones lives in Scotland, and her police procedural series featuring Detective Inspector Shona McKenzie, is set in the beautiful city of Dundee, Scotland. Wendy has led a varied and adventurous life. Her love for adventure led to her joining the Royal Navy to undertake nurse training. After six years in the Navy, she joined the Army where she served as an Officer for a further 17 years. This took her all over the world including Europe, the Middle East and the Far East. Much of her spare time is now spent travelling around the UK, and lands much further afield. As well as nursing Wendy also worked for many years in Academia. This led to publication in academic textbooks and journals. Killer’s Countdown is her first novel and the first book in the Shona McKenzie Mystery series. Killer’s Crew won the Books Go Social Book of the Year 2107. There are now six books in this series with Killer’s Crypt being released in August 2017. The Dagger’s Curse is the first book in The Fergus and Flora Mysteries for Young Adults. This book is currently shortlisted for the Woman Alive Magazine Readers Choice Award Book of the Year. She is also a highly successful marketer and she shares her methods in the book, Power Packed Book Marketing.

A Wedding in Cornwall – Laura Briggs / #GuestPost #BookBirthdayBlitz @rararesources @PaperDollWrites


It’s the career move of a lifetime, and Julianne can’t believe it’s hers: a position as an event planner at a country house in Cornwall, England, beginning with the wedding of a celebrity! If her old firm’s senior planner back in the States hadn’t fallen suddenly sick with the chicken pox, Julianne would never have found herself chosen for a life in one of England’s most beautiful coastal counties, surrounded by rugged shores, quaint cottages, elegant gardens and a house to die for.

But life in Cornwall isn’t exactly as Julianne imagined it. Her first bride-to-be is a resentful, petted snob, the groom is immature and bored, and the Cornish staff of Cliffs House has a difficult time believing that an event planner from a mid-level position can handle a wedding this big. And then there’s a personal matter — the handsome, sometimes charming, sometimes standoffish gardener Matthew Rose. He and Julianne have a strangely complicated relationship somewhere between friendship and attraction. But with a secret in his past, and a scheming bridesmaid plotting to have Matthew all to herself, will Julianne find a way to untangle her feelings and the problems of planning a perfect Cornish wedding?



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Things A Wedding in Cornwall Has in Common with Poldark:



A huge thank you to Els for letting me share with her readers about my romance read, A Wedding in Cornwall. Celebrating its 3rd book birthday this month, it is the first in a series of novellas about an American event planner who moves across the pond to work at a stately manor house. Even though it has a contemporary setting and lighthearted feel, my Cornish romance series owes quite a lot to the British television drama Poldark—in fact, it probably wouldn’t even exist if not for the popular BBC show! So I thought it might be fun to share with you a few of the ways A Wedding in Cornwall and Poldark are just a little bit alike!



Breathtaking Cornish Scenery:


Of course, it might be just a little more impressive onscreen than on the page, but my heroine Julianne’s fictional Cornish village contains its own rugged cliffs, craggy rocks, and winding pathways that lead to sandy beaches and crystal waters below. And like on Poldark, there are many special and romantic moments shared by those cliffside views—including the ‘meet cute’ for the main characters Julianne and Matt in book one, a more lighthearted scenario that involves, of all things, an argument over a Cornish heath plant. But there are other more serious occasions too that find Julianne brooding by her favorite Cornish view, her locks of hair whipped aside by the wind as the tide rolls furiously below (sound familiar anyone? 😉



A Rugged, Poldark-esque Hero:


He may not be into mining—or smuggling or jail breaks, or other daring behavior say—but Matthew Rose is modeled heavily on television’s Ross Poldark. Not only is he described as a Poldark dead-ringer (the maids from the manor house nicknamed him ‘Ross’), but he’s also the possessor of a kind and generous heart, a quiet sense of humor, and a chivalrous protective streak. Like Ross, his heart was broken by a seemingly perfect beauty before he met his true love, a fact that stirs up trouble for them now and then, with Julianne feeling a bit jealous. And as a gardener and botanist Matthew spends rather a lot of time working with his hands (no shirtless scything scenes, though!).



A Strong-willed Heroine:


Julianne is a problem solver. As an event planner for a grand Cornish manor it’s more or less her job to be one, but it’s also something of a hobby for her, and a personality quirk that gets her into trouble with Matthew on more than one occasion as the series progresses. Like Demelza on Poldark, Julianne does get into quite a few scrapes thanks to her obsession with fixing other people’s problems. Matthew would rather she didn’t, of course—but he also can’t help but be impressed by the confident way she defends her opinion that very first time they clash heads on the pathway to the manor house where they both work. That and the fact that, as he tells her at one point, “When the sunlight shines through your hair, there are strands of red that shine like fire.”



So if you love Poldark— and also happen to love feel good romances—I would be honored if you would check out my series ‘A Wedding in Cornwall’ (there’s even 12 books, just like in the Winston Graham series!). You can find the novellas as individual editions, or else choose to read them in two handy book bundles. There’s also paperback collections for those love that ‘new book’ smell!

Thank you, Laura Briggs and Rachel’s Random Resources.


About the author 

Laura Briggs is the author of several feel-good romance reads, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller ‘A Wedding in Cornwall’. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, caring for her pets, gardening, and seeing the occasional movie or play.


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The Golden Oldies Guesthouse – Dee MacDonald / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @DMacDonaldAuth 


Tess and Simon Sparrow may have a few more grey hairs and wrinkles than they used to, but that doesn’t stop them being swept up in a whirlwind romance and starting over again. Swapping their city lives for an escape to the countryside, they fall in love with a crumbling hotel and impulsively buy it as their forever home to grow old in together…

Renovating the glorious, wisteria-clad property on the gorgeous cliff-tops of Cornwall was meant to be a delightful retirement project. But the dream soon turns into reality and practical Tess and optimist Simon are faced with leaky bathrooms, creaky stairs and a roof that’s just about holding up.

Running out of money fast, the couple decide to rent out a few rooms to save their new home.

Along come mysterious Celia, hapless romantic Benedict and tarnished, lovelorn actress Titania – all looking for a fresh start. Everyone in this eclectic group has their own reasons for being in Cornwall and across the summer they each go on a journey of self-discovery at The Golden Oldies Guesthouse as they realise there is still plenty of time for love, life, friendship… and a few unexpected surprises.



My review

This author’s books are always so good. She treats you to a very nice mixture of love and laughter and they are always heartwarming but sometimes a little bit of sadness creeps in as well. This time she also scattered a bit of suspense over the whole.

People often say that you have to grab your chances when you are young, but why can’t you make a u-turn when you are more mature? It’s not because you are over 50  that you should not make changes anymore. In every stage of your life you should try to do what you love most to do. It’s a pity it’s maybe not always possible, but sometimes you have to take a risk and see where your heart takes you.

There are a lot of single mature people and when Cupid strikes he does not check your age …

In the previous book we met Orla and Tess and in this one the spotlight is on Tess. I have an inkling we will be in for a sequel with the focus on Orla. I hope my feeling does not betray me.

A lovely story that I totally enjoyed. 5 stars.

Thank you, Dee MacDonald and Bookouture (via Netgalley)


About the author

Dee wrote her very first book – at around seven years of age! This was a love story which she duly illustrated before sewing all the pages together up one side. Writing was what she ‘was good at’ in school and she won several essay competitions, but then life got in the way and she didn’t pick up a pen again until after retirement.

Dee left Scotland and headed for London at the beginning of the swinging sixties. After typing her way round the West End she became an air stewardess on long haul routes with BA (then BOAC) for eight years. After that she did market research at Heathrow for both the government statistics and for BA, she became a sales rep., and was the receptionist at the Thames Television Studios in Teddington when they had the franchise.

She then ran a small B&B for ten years in Cornwall, where she lives with her husband. Dee has one son and two grandsons who live locally


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Reaper -Jonathon Pongratz / #Interview #BlogTour @RRBookTours1



Gregory and his little sister Imogen love spending Halloween with their parents. But this year is different. If he proves he can take care of Imogen all by himself, he’ll finally have the allowance he’s dreamed of.

That was before the basement door opened on its own. Before the strange door appeared in the basement and Imogen was taken from him by the monster.

Now everyone in town is blaming him for her disappearance, but no one is listening to his story. Where did the door come from? What was that creature? And most of all, can he find his sister before it’s too late, or will he bury his memories of her along with his parents?




1.Did or do you like to read comic books/grapic novels? Which ones?

I love comic books and graphic novels, though I don’t tend to read them anymore. These days it’s become more of a collecting hobby than anything else, though that’s always subject to change.

That being said, when I was a kid in the 90’s I would beg my mom every weekend to take me to the comic book store to get the newest X-Men comic. That love of everything Marvel has never really gone away, and X-Men is still my favorite comic book series of all time. Ice Man is my favorite!

  1. Whom did you inherit your love for books/reading from?

I wouldn’t necessarily say that I inherited my love of books from anyone in particular, but I had a lot of support from my family. My family is very creative, each in different ways, and my mom would support whatever hobby my siblings and I chose throughout the years. I just happened to love books and writing from an early age.

  1. When you need a murder victim or someone you can diagnose with a serious disease or someone who is involved in a fatal accident do you sometimes picture someone nasty you have met in real life and think ‘got you’ LOL? 

Not real life, but I definitely use my former dreams for picturing someone nasty. There’s this evil witch (your typical crone with a wart on the nose and everything) I used to dream of that I am fond of doing that to. It’s very entertaining.

  1. How do you come up with the names for your characters?

You know, normally I am a list kind of person, but ironically I don’t do that for names. Instead, I focus on plotting first, then I take a look back and think, given the surroundings and events in this book, what should I name my character? Sometimes I instantly get an idea for a name and it’s perfect. Other times I have to go back and forth on 3-4 different names until I settle on one. I never know what I’m going to get.

  1. Do write other things beside books (and shoppinglists )?

I’m definitely all about the shopping lists, but as of right now I only write books. I did used to write poetry back in my emo days, but man that stuff was terrible!

  1. If your movie or series would be made from your books, would you be happy with the ‘based on’ version or would you rather like they showed it exactly the way you created it?

I think it would depend on who would be taking the reins, though I tend to be a bit of a control freak. So probably exactly the way I created it, haha! It’s just so sad when a book is made into film and it fails miserably because it doesn’t follow the book closely enough.

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

Pretty much any author that I’m a huge fan of: K.A. Applegate, April Daniels, Ransom Riggs to name a few.

  1. Do you have certain people you contact while doing research to pick their brains? What are they specialized in? 

In general I tend to write stories in more modern times, meaning the level of research I actually do is somewhat minimized. But whenever I do have a question in particular I’ll usually get on one of my large Facebook writing groups or Scribophile and voice my question. There’s usually an expert lurking around that has a wealth of knowledge and is happy to help. There are great online writing communities with resources, you just have to know where to go to get that information.

  1. Is there someone you sometimes discuss a dilemma with?

Oh definitely! Whenever I have a dilemma with my writing or plot points, I will reach out to my writing tribe that I’ve built over the past five years. Typically its been my friends Victoria or Emerald, but other times it may be Marvin or Randy depending on what’s going on.

  1. What is more important to you : a rating in stars with no comments or a reviewer who explains what the comments they give are based on (without spoilers of course)

I would prefer a comment without a rating. The person who leaves an in-depth or even simple comment about what your book was about took time and effort to think about everything and how their experience was. It takes a lot more effort to do that than to click on a rating, though the importance of star ratings is also important.

Thank you, Jonathan Pongratz and R&R Book Tours.


About the Author

Jonathan Pongratz is a writer and author of captivating horror, urban fantasy, and paranormal stories. When he’s not writing, he’s busy being a bookworm, video game junkie, and karaoke vocalist. A former resident of Dallas, he currently resides in Kansas City with his halloween cat Ajax. By day he works magic in finance, by night he creates dark and mesmerizing worlds.


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Dead Inside by Noelle Holten / #Review #BlogTour @BOTBSPublicity @nholten40



When three domestic abuse offenders are found beaten to death, DC Maggie Jamieson knows she is facing her toughest case yet.

The police suspect that Probation Officer Lucy Sherwood – who is connected to all three victims – is hiding a dark secret. Then a fourth domestic abuser is brutally murdered. And he is Lucy’s husband.

Now the finger of suspicion points at Lucy and the police are running out of time. Can Maggie and her team solve the murders before another person dies? And is Lucy really a cold-blooded killer?



My review

I admire authors. I really do. It must take a lot of courage to write a book because you put a lot of yourself in your writing. Whether you write fiction or non-fiction, it does not matter. You will always have mixed feelings. Will the readers like or even love or adore my book or will they be disappointed? I would not want to be in their shoes! On the other hand, of course it must be heartwarming when you read the positive comments and a bit heartbreaking when there are less good ones, but you have to keep in mind that you cannot please everyone.

It goes without a doubt that I want to love every book I read, but when you ‘know’ the author a bit, you secretly hope they will be succesful even more.

Dear author, let me put you out of your misery. I am convinced your will be succesful, very much, indeed! 🙂 A debut is the hardest one, in my opinion and if this is the pace you have set for the rest of the series, bring them on!

All the way through the book you have the feeling like you were reading a true story. It must have taken a lot of research, but there must have been something more. I think it’s almost impossible to add so much emotions just by doing research. When I read the acknowledgements at the end of the book, it all became crystal clear. The author used her own experiences and that makes it all more real and touching.

When I interview an author I sometimes ask them how go about finding names for their characters. Well, this is a question I can answer for myself here because I recognized some of them. Nice idea 🙂

So, to make a long story short (or shorter lol) : I loved the book, I was touched by it deeply and I want more, much more. I hope you are planning on making it a big series ;). 5 stars or did anyone doubt that after reading what i wrote? LOL

Thank you, Noelle Holten and Book On The Bright Side Publicity & Promo


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Noelle Holten is an award-winning blogger at She is the PR & Social Media Manager for Bookouture, a leading digital publisher in the UK, and a regular reviewer on the Two Crime Writers and a Microphone podcast. Noelle worked as a Senior Probation Officer for eighteen years, covering a variety of cases including those involving serious domestic abuse. She has three Hons BA’s – Philosophy, Sociology (Crime & Deviance) and Community Justice – and a Masters in Criminology. Noelle’s hobbies include reading, author-stalking and sharing the #booklove via her blog.

Dead Inside is her debut novel with Killer Reads/Harper Collins UK and the start of a new series featuring DC Maggie Jamieson.


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