Let Me Go – Willow Rose / #PromoPost #BlogTour #SilverDaggerBookTours @SDSXXTours @madamwillowrose



Eva Rae Thomas Mystery Book 5

The #1 Bestselling Mystery Series on Amazon continues!

What if a stranger told you that she believed your child is about to be killed? What if that woman was an ex-FBI profiler with a disputable reputation?

Would you believe her?

Eva Rae Thomas is chasing down a vicious killer, but no one will believe he even exists. If there are no unexplained dead bodies or missing persons, then how can there be a killer on the loose?

What they don’t understand is that the perfect murder is the one that doesn’t look like murder.

Can Eva Rae convince local law enforcement to help her with this case before the killer strikes once more? Or will she have to take matters into her own hands – again?

LET ME GO is the fifth book in the Eva Rae Thomas Mystery Series and can be read as a standalone.



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Thank you, Willow Rose and Silver Dagger Book Tours


About the Author

The Queen of Scream aka Willow Rose is a #1 Amazon Best-selling Author and an Amazon ALL-star Author of more than 60 novels. She writes Mystery, Thriller, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense, Horror, Supernatural thrillers, and Fantasy. Willow’s books are fast-paced, nail-biting pageturners with twists you won’t see coming. Several of her books have reached the Kindle top 10 of ALL books in the US, UK, and Canada. She has sold more than three million books.

Willow lives on Florida’s Space Coast with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing or reading, you will find her surfing and watch the dolphins play in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.


Author Links

Website: http://www.willow-rose.net

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/willowredrose

Twitter: https://twitter.com/madamwillowrose

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/willow-rose

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Willow-Rose/e/B004X2WHBQ/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4804769.Willow_Rose



Book Link

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/LET-Eva-Thomas-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B07Y2DMWN2

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades – S.M. Stevens / #Interview @SMStevens17

Fragile but practical Shelby Stewart and ambitious, confident Astrid Ericcson just want to start their PR careers in 1980s Boston and maybe find a nice guy to hang out with. But long-buried memories of incest at the hands of her local hero stepfather keep interrupting Shelby’s plans, affecting her health one way after another. And when will she actually date someone her friends think is good enough for her?

Astrid thinks she wrote the book on How to Get Ahead by Flirting but is forced to re-visit her career advancement strategy when her boss Brad takes the innuendoes to a whole new, scary level, threatening her job and her safety.

Suddenly, instead of taking charge of their lives, both women find themselves spinning out of control.

In this fast-paced story for the #MeToo generation, the women reach new highs and lows in life, work and romance, while struggling to make sense of the abusive relationships that haunt them.




When and where do you prefer to write?

I’m not picky. Mostly, I just need a lot of desktop space so I can spread out my notes and post-its when I’m plotting a story. And I need two computer monitors; if you haven’t tried that yet, you should — it’s a life-changer!

Do you sometimes base your characters on people you know?

Yes, but don’t tell my friends that! I often think of someone I know to get a basic physical description and personality in my head. It’s like a starting point for a character. But within a short time, the character has morphed into someone new who no longer looks or acts like the original.

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

No, I use my phone to take notes.

Which genre do you not like at all? 

I’m not anti-romance novel. If I’m in the mood, that can work for me. But in general, I prefer to use my imagination for romantic scenes. In the Outlander series, there were times I wished Jamie and Claire would stop fooling around so we could get on with the fascinating story!

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

I know so many people with fascinating stories to tell. I would love to bring their stories to life. Or my daughter, and maybe that will happen some day.

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

All of them, because they are there! J

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

I just try to pick something appropriate for the era and the character’s ancestry. Sometimes you can have fun with it though. The stepfather in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades has the surname Humbertson, after Humbert Humbert in Nabokov’s Lolita.

Who would you like/have liked to interview?

Kurt Vonnegut. I’d love to know if he was as concise and terse when speaking as he was when writing.

Where can I find you when you are reading?
There are so many good places to read…at the beach, in front of a roaring fire, curled up in bed. My favorite place as a girl in the farmhouse I grew up in was in the attic, tucked into an old padded chair, with an apple or two for snacks.

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

If it’s a work day, I’ll be at my computer doing marketing consulting work for solar energy companies. If it’s the weekend, I’ll be walking my dog in the woods, sitting on the dock with my boyfriend, at a yoga class, or on the phone with a family member. I’m very lucky!

Thank you, S.M. Stevens


About the author

S.M. Stevens began writing during back-to-back health crises: a shattered pelvis and ovarian cancer. She has self-published Shannon’s Odyssey (Middle Grade) and the Bit Players series (Young Adult). When not writing, she provides marketing and PR to solar energy companies. She lives in New England.


Author links

Website: https://www.AuthorSMStevens.com/

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

Twitter: @SMStevens17

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/s.m.stevens/

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/s-m-stevens-303623180/




Book links

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2K5CuzO


It’s Not PMS, It’s You – Rich Amooi / #PromoPost #BlogTour @rararesources @RichAmooi



Ruth “Ruthless” Harper is on the verge of becoming managing partner at her all-male consulting firm and she won’t let anything stand in her way. That includes men, relationships, and that dreaded F word, FEELINGS—distractions she eliminated long ago.

After the worst day ever (a near-death experience and a public wedgie, for starters), Ruth realizes she doesn’t want to live and die alone. She puts together a business plan to find the perfect man and dives head first into the murky online dating pool. All she wants is a high-powered executive who understands how important her career is. If only it were that easy.

Problem is most men are intimidated by Ruth’s confidence and shocked by her bluntness. The exception being her landscape designer, Nick, whose cool demeanor and unsolicited dating advice are driving her nuts. He’s the antithesis of the business-oriented man Ruth envisions for herself, so why do all signs keep pointing back to him?



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Thank you, Rich Amooi and Rachel’s Random Resources


About the author 

Rich Amooi is a former radio personality and DJ who now writes romantic comedies full-time in San Diego, California. He is happily married to a kiss monster imported from Spain. Rich believes in public displays of affection, silliness, infinite possibilities, donuts, gratitude, laughter, and happily ever after.


Author Links 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.richamooi/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RichAmooi

Author Website: https://richamooi.com/



Book Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YQ7WZTJ

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07YQ7WZTJ

Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07YQ7WZTJ

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07YQ7WZTJ

With Her Fists – Henry Roi / #PromoPost @HenryRoiPR

Clarice “Shocker” Ares retired from a sensational pro-boxing career to focus on her family and growing mechanic business. 

In an instant, everything she has worked for is shattered, when the police find a shipment of drugs in their shop, and wrongfully send Clarice and her husband to prison. Incarcerated and desperate after court appeals are denied, Clarice must become the Shocker once more, challenging rival convicts in a deadly prison fight ring to finance her escape. 

Battling alongside her, armed with his brilliant electronics wizardry, Clarice’s husband Ace manipulates the court system to arrange a daring prison break. When their abilities are put to the ultimate test, will they be able to exact their revenge – and regain freedom?



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Thank you, Henry Roi


About the author

Henry Roi was born and raised on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, and still finds his inspiration in its places and people.   

As a GED tutor and fitness instructor, working both face to face and online, he is an advocate of adult education in all its forms. His many campaigning and personal interests include tattoo art, prison reform and automotive mechanics.

He currently works in publishing, as an editor and publicist. He particularly focuses on promoting talented indie writers – arranging reviews, delivering media campaigns, and running blog tours. 

If you’re not lucky enough to catch him fishing round the Biloxi Lighthouse or teaching martial arts in your local gym, he can usually be found on Twitter or Facebook


Author Links

Twitter or Facebook @HenryRoiPR


Book Link

Amazon: http://mybook.to/withherfists

Single by K.L. Slater / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @KimLSlater



‘I keep feeling like I’m being watched – dropping the boys off at school, choosing wine at the supermarket – but when I turn around there’s nobody there…’

When single mother Darcy’s son falls from a rope bridge at a local playground, life stands still. She clutches his small, limp body, frozen, until a pair of strong hands push her aside, and she watches as George, a local doctor, saves her son’s life.

George is a single parent too, and with his twinkling hazel eyes, easy charm, and lack of wedding band is almost too good to be true, but coffee becomes lunch, lunch becomes dinner, and soon they can’t go an evening without seeing each other. When he invites her to move into his beautiful home with its sprawling garden for her boys, Darcy doesn’t hesitate.

But as Darcy is settling in, she receives a bunch of flowers with a chilling message. George says they’re from an obsessed ex-girlfriend, Opal, and days later Opal turns up at Darcy’s son’s football match. She claims to have shocking information that could threaten George’s custody of his daughter.

Darcy doesn’t know who to trust, but she’s starting to suspect that, whatever the truth, she might have put her beloved boys into terrible danger…



My Review

I never read reviews before starting a book. I want to keep an open mind and not get influenced by the comments of other readers. Afterwards I do take a peak and it’s always funny to see how some people totally love a story while others almost threw it out of the window. You can’t please everybody, but I was, without a doubt a very happy camper.

I totally adored this book and it seriously made my head spin. I did not who I had to trust and who was telling the truth. 

Someone I thought was a victim, suddenly seemed to be a baddy and vice versa. Someone I thought was being wronged, all of a sudden seemed to be the wrongdoer. After finishing the book, I had to check myself in the mirror to see if my head was facing in the right direction.

The short chapters make the story fast paced and the whole is utterly confusing in the best possible way. Long live the twisted minds to keep us, readers, entertained. 5 stars.

Thank you, K.L. Slater and Bookouture.


About the author

Kim is the million-copy bestselling author of nine standalone psychological crime thrillers. SINGLE, her new thriller, is published November 2019.

Order of publication:
BLINK (2017)
LIAR (2017)
CLOSER (2018)
SINGLE (2019)

Her titles are published in eBook by Bookouture and in paperback by Sphere (UK) and Grand Central (USA).

For many years, Kim sent her work out to literary agents and collected an impressive stack of rejection slips. At the age of 40 she went back to Nottingham Trent University and now has an MA in Creative Writing.

Before graduating in 2012, she gained literary agent representation and a book deal. As Kim says, ‘it was a fairytale … at the end of a very long road!’

Kim is a full-time writer. She has one daughter, two stepsons and lives with her husband in Nottingham.


Author Links

website: www.KLSlaterAuthor.com

Twitter: @KimLSlater

Facebook: KL Slater Author

Instagram: KLSlaterAuthor  



Book Link

Amazon UK : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Single-totally-gripping-psychological-thriller-ebook/dp/B07WZMN4LJ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=PDS3NX0EK3I2&keywords=single+kl+slater&qid=1574633083&sprefix=single+kl%2Caps%2C172&sr=8-1


King of Hearts – Mark Stibbe / #GuestPost #BlogTour #LoveBooksGroupTours @markstibbe @malcolmdown



It’s Christmas Eve and festive lights are guiding people home. Jake Graystone (44), however, is about to make the worst decision of his life. Bored by his job, and unable to provide for his wife and two sons, a chance meeting with a poker-playing friend in a local bar changes his life. Pete Marley (44) and Jake have known each other since school days. While Jake’s life has plateaued, Pete is wealthy and has everything. Three months before Christmas, he teaches Jake the art of poker – the chance to make money and have what he has. In the dimly lit bar, he whispers the secret of the cards.

Jake is now drawn into a world of gambling. Poker becomes his new life, as Sally (39), his long-suffering wife realises she is losing the man she loves. Jake’s poker addiction grows, along with his ability to read the playing cards and people. He soon becomes unbeatable. Jake cannot keep his secret forever, however, and when his wife finds out, there is a volcanic argument on Christmas Eve. Jake walks out on his family, gets into his car and heads north to Casino City with barely a thought for the people he is leaving behind.

In Casino City, prosperity comes with every deal of the cards. Jake is soon playing in high stakes tournaments. He has a special gift, not only for the game but also for reading his opponents. Days and nights are spent at the casino. It becomes Jake’s world of bright lights and easy money. In all the madness, he confides in a friendly Pit Boss. Father Jim (55) is a former priest who now works on the tables. An improbable friendship allows Jake to share his troubles with him.

Life is good for Jake until he is challenged to take part in the biggest stake game in town set up by the Mob. The scene is set. Winner takes all. As Jake takes his seat he is joined at the table by a tall and hauntingly thin man known as the Undertaker. Cards are dealt and in a crunch heads-up with the final turn of a card, Jake loses everything.

Now indebted to the Mob, Jake goes on the run. He is soon homeless. His first nights are spent hiding in an old Pentecostal Church, then on the streets, always watching out for the shadow of the Undertaker. There he meets Christine (27), who has been living rough since her dad died when she was ten. They form a strong friendship that melts away the hubris of his heart.

One night, Christine is walking with Jake down an icy street. The lights of a speeding limo come into view as Jake is frozen in its path. The Undertaker is in the driving seat. Without warning, Christine pushes Jake out of the way. Jake is devastated.

As the Christmas snow falls again, he stumbles into a diner frequented by truckers. Jake looks up to see Matt (30) a huge, black truck driver sat opposite him. They begin to talk. Matt says he is going south towards his town, his last call on Christmas Eve. He tells Jake that he will take him home. They walk out of the Diner together to his Coca Cola lorry. On the journey, Matt talks to Jake and Jake begins to come to his senses.

When Matt drops Jake off near his house, Matt and his truck disappear into the night.

Jake wraps a red rug around his shoulders and lugs a sack of presents, given by Matt, over his shoulder. It is now time for Jake, looking like a bedraggled Santa, to shuffle through the snow to the place he once lived.

It’s Christmas Eve and festive lights are guiding people home.

What will Jake find when he returns?



Guest Post


I’m going to put my cards on the table – an appropriate turn of phrase in relation to a novel partly about poker. I am a huge fan of the parable genre. I’m especially a fan of the way it’s used by Jesus of Nazareth. In his own times, the parable was known as a mashal Hebrew. In Jesus’ hands, it became a down-to-earth story that illustrated a heavenly truth. Put another way, his parables were small stories with really big ideas.

It takes a lot of skill to execute this form of storytelling. We perhaps see that skill at its most impressive in the story of the son who rebels against his father and takes his inheritance even while his dad is still alive (Luke chapter 15). He squanders his dad’s hard-earned cash on loose living and then has an awakening in a pigpen. Returning in a penniless and pitiful state, he finds his father waiting, his arms open wide, ready to welcome his son back.

That’s what I call a down-to-earth fiction. A short, thoroughly human, and deeply relatable story. An unforgettable tale about homecoming.

So, what’s the big idea here? It’s that God is like the perfect dad in the story. He’s not a mean-minded, kill-joy deity who loves to punish us when we break his laws. That was the prevailing attitude of his listeners, the Teachers of the Law. These champions of organised religion had turned the Jewish faith into a legalistic code. In the process, they had misrepresented God. God is a loving Father not a cruel lawyer. Jesus rectifies this misconception in his brilliant story.

If you want to learn more about this, read my book The Father You’ve Been Waiting For, or any of the books I’ve written. They all deal in one way or another with this misconception. They all seek to deconstruct the remote and angry deity of so much organized religion, and they all – whether fiction or nonfiction – seek to reintroduce the kind and inclusive heart of the Father who loves us like no earthly father ever did – even the father of the Prodigal Son.

This brings me to my Christmas novel, King of Hearts.

Let me tell you how the writing process all began.

In 2011, I was running a charity I had founded called The Father’s House trust, dedicated to bringing an end to the global pandemic of fatherlessness. During that time, I began to ask myself a question. “If Jesus was physically present on the earth today, would he tell the same story in the same way?” The answer I came up with was “no.” In 2019, it would not be the son who ran from home, but the father. And that thought pulled the whole story after it.

In my novel, it is the dad, Jake, who leaves home.

He is the one who walks out.

He is the one who heads to Casino City, to a world of greed, crime, prostitution and shame.

My plot, in many ways, follows the story arc of this great parable. But there are major twists. Not just in the beginning (where we learn that it is the father who runs away) but at the end (you’ll have to read it to find out how!).

So then, this is the origin story of King of Hearts. It started with a fascinating question about the finest parable ever told that led to an even more fascinating, and indeed disturbing, answer.

But that’s what great stories do.

They pose questions in Act 1 that get answered in Act 3.

I hope you’ll find the answer and the resolution in King of Hearts as moving and subversive as many of my reviewers and readers already have!

Thank you, Mark Stibbe and Love Books Group Tours.


About the author

Mark started writing when he was very young, publishing his first book – an anthology of poetry entitled The Drawing out of Days – when he was just 17. Since then, he has been a prolific author and professional writer, with over 50 books published, and countless articles in broadsheet newspapers, journals and magazines. One of his most successful recent books has been Home at Last, offering a faith-based journey of recovery for those who were deeply affected by the trauma of being sent away to boarding school. He has also ghost written over thirty books, of many different genres.

In 2013, Mark migrated from writing nonfiction to fiction and this resulted in the co-authored historical spy thriller The Fate of Kings and now his debut, single-authored novel, King of Hearts, a raw but redemptive Christmas tale in the tradition of A Christmas Carol and It’s a Wonderful Life. In early 2020, as the official storyteller for the award-winning Arokah Puzzle Game, he and Steve Brazier, the inventor of the puzzle, will publish the first in a series of Sci Fi Fantasy novels based around Arokah and starring Khali, an autistic, mixed-race hero. These are aimed at the 9-13 age group.

Mark runs BookLab with his wife Cherith, a company dedicated to equipping aspiring writers to become great authors. He is a frequent and much in-demand speaker at workshops for writers and conferences in which the subjects of his books are featured. He has often been interviewed on BBC (Radio and TV), Channel 4 and other media, and writes articles for The Times. Having been brought up by an adoptive father who dined fortnightly with CS Lewis, his whole life has been devoted to books and to writing. He lives in Kent with his wife Cherith and their Black Labrador, Bella.


Author Link

Website : https://www.advice4authors.com/



Book Link

Amazon : https://amzn.to/340M7qO





Corners Untouched by Madness: A Personal Journey of Overcoming Mental Illness – N. Daniel / #Extract #BlogTour @RRBookTours1 @MyUnsafePlace @btwnthelinespub



A raw story of courage and redemption.

Daniel settles for a mundane office job in the suburbs but is haunted with guilt. When a beautiful woman from his past appears, it ignites a chain reaction, setting him on a journey to confront his troubled history. Based on actual events, this inspiring story attempts to enlighten its audience with humor, passion and a lesson in perseverance. Will Daniel be able to brave his trauma and put his inner demons to rest? Or will he be consumed by the most cunning adversary of all? The truth.




As I navigated my way home through the darkened streets I could think only of Mei. I hadn’t ever really known her in school. Shy, quiet and extremely brilliant, she was in a class of her own. With raven hair, caramel skin, a round face and wire-rim glasses, she was the quintessential brainiac. From those innocent days she had grown into a beautiful woman with a mind as sharp as an acute angle. She made me feel like I was someone valuable. To most women I wasn’t worth the honesty of a rejection. They just ignored me. I was dying for Mei, but the fact that she lived in Baltimore was something of a problem. On lonely nights spent whittling away in my apartment I longed to know what she smelled like, what she tasted like, how her skin would feel against mine. It would have been heaven. I feared she would always remain an intangible muse, an archetype for the perfect female and, I suppose, to others, this would seem blown completely out of proportion. She was human after all, but the ideal of Mei was irresistible to me.

In high school I was no one, just a pot-smoking art student who had no reservations about making a complete ass of himself. Someone like Mei had no reason to talk to me and vice versa. When I did see her in the hallway, she was usually carrying her books and smiling with her friends. I was like a little kid with no money and his face pressed up against a warmly lit shop window. She was so desirable. Even if I had realized it back then, I still couldn’t compete with the other males in our class. So, I eventually gave up, taking harder drugs and letting my addictions lead me into an accidental overdose. I hit rock bottom. Piece by piece I rebuilt my life in an image more like hers. I got clean, went to college and graduated with distinction. Suddenly she had reappeared in my life, though up until now I seldom spoke of her. Who was she, really, and why had she made this entrance?

It started raining a little and the pavement glistened. I looked down at my ragged tennis shoes splashing through the puddles. I was home late. My cat was there to greet me at the door, and I paused by the cutting board on my kitchen counter. Placing my hands on the edge I stared into the woodgrain. I could feel her arms around me. It was love. It was hurt. It felt real but I was all alone. I reveled in the stillness and knew I was powerless. Pursuing her felt criminal. To catch her would be like capturing a butterfly, putting it in a jar and screwing down the lid. It wouldn’t survive for long. All I could do was stand there in silence, tracing the whorls in the wood, trapped by a figment of my imagination. Was she thinking of me too? Her virtual presence remained for several more sensual moments before fading into the small fissures that had formed around the edges of the board.

Walking into the bathroom I returned to the mirror and stared hard at my lanky frame. In the corner of my eye I caught a flash of a dark image lurking behind me. Startled, I shook my head and rubbed my eyes with my open palms. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I groaned.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I wondered aloud. For some reason I felt as though I would never really know. I pulled some pills out from behind my reflection and swallowed them down. Burrowing under the covers, sleep came quickly.

Thank you, N. Daniel and R&R Book Tours


About the author

N. Daniel currently resides in Downtown Minneapolis and works as a live-in caregiver for a quadriplegic individual. When he isn’t writing or caring for his client you can find him wandering the city’s skyways, music blasting in his headphones, or walking along the Mississippi river with family and friends. He frequently volunteers at outreach organizations in the Twin Cities community.. His beliefs center strongly around charity, service to others and supporting causes that protect personal freedoms, especially for the disabled, the poor, those unfairly stigmatized by mental illness, and anyone who suffers. He is inspired by redemption stories, especially the character arc of Jean Valjean in Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables.


Author Links

Author Website: https://www.ndaniel.us

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MyUnsafePlace

Between the Lines Publishing: https://btwnthelines.com/



Book Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Corners-Untouched-Madness-Personal-Overcoming-ebook/dp/B07YBSNX8L/

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/corners-untouched-by-madness-n-daniel/1133915760?ean=9781950502127

The Beijing Memorandum – JB Morris / #Interview #Blogtour @iReadBookTours @JBMorrisAuthor



The headlines read:

U. S. Bolstering Pacific Military Forces to Counter ‘Massive’ Beijing Buildup.
Pentagon Acknowledges Beijing Seeks Global Supremacy.

This is what the news media is saying. But what exactly is happening behind closed doors?

The Beijing Memorandum takes reader on a thrill ride from the heavily guarded Zhongnanhai compound in Beijing to the FBI Headquarters in the Nation’s Capital to the White House’s Situation Room to the Palacio Nacional in Mexico City.

Former Marine Gunnery Sergeant Moses Remington knew terror firsthand. He saw it during his combat deployments in Fallujah, Iraq and in the Helmand Province, Afghanistan. He saw it again in Mexico when he stumbled across China’s secret plan.
Now, he must dodge Chinese assassins and an FBI dragnet to save Consulate General Gao Quan and his family from certain execution to disclose China’s secret plans to the world.




How did you do research for your book?

I am disabled and principally use the internet. Google maps has been especially helpful. Occasionally I’ll solicit information on the telephone or travel to the site.

What advice would you give budding writers?

Patience and when that is exhausted, more patience. Study the craft and associate with other writers. Expect to take five years before you begin to see the fruits of your labor. Never stop studying. And, gain the support of your family.

If you could put yourself as a character in one of your books, who would you be?

Oh, that is an easy question. I would be Police Captain Roscoe Drummond. He was a minor character in my first novel, SETH. He was principled, tough as nails, and honest. He told it like it was.

In today’s tech world, most writers use a computer or laptop. Have you ever written parts of your book on paper?

I sat in a lounge chair next to a resort pool in Las Vegas and wrote the first several chapters to my fifth novel, THE RESCUE OF LIDDIE MacARTHUR for release in 2020. I used a legal writing pad and the words flowed onto the paper. It was such an exciting experience and one I treasure.

Where do you write?

I write in a small den in our home. I spent twelve years working in an office without a window. I now have a window. Life is good. My wife says the office is cluttered. I say it is organized. My chair in front of the desktop is like an airplane cockpit. I can turn in any direction and retrieve what I need.

Do you write every day and what is your writing schedule

I usually write six days a week. Of course, the schedule is abandoned when family and friends visit. The seventh day is my ugly day. Administrative tasks. Pay household bills and file management are two examples.

It you could go back in time, where would you go?

The western author Louis L’Amour and I would get on our horses and ride the trails of 1870’s Arizona. We would eat dust, smell the wood smoke of the campfire, and rest our heads on saddles. Jubal Sackett would join us and we’d say “Yep” every day.

Thank you, JB Morris and iRead Book Tours


About the author

JB Morris is an international bestselling thriller author with a unique writing style & received two Reader’s Favorite FIVE-STAR awards for writing excellence.


Author Links

Website  ~  Twitter  ~  Facebook  



Book Link

Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/BEIJING-MEMORANDUM-Americas-Nightmare-Republic-ebook/dp/B07YSYZYD2/ref=as_li_ss_tl?keywords=The+Beijing+Memorandum&qid=1570631472&sr=8-1&linkCode=sl1&tag=laucar04-20&linkId=3ee9263a243315ff804c704c664288e2&language=en_US

The Weekender – Fay Keenan / #Extract #BlogTour @BoldwoodBooks #Boldwoodbloggers @faykeenan



Willowbury Book 1

When Charlie Thorpe met Holly Renton, they were not a match made in heaven…

Holly lives and works in the beautiful town of Willowbury in Somerset. An incorrigible optimist, she is determined to change the world for the better.

Charlie Thorpe on the other hand, is the ultimate pragmatist. As Willowbury’s new member of parliament, he has to be. While he’s determined to prove himself to the town, as far as Holly’s concerned, he’s just another politician on the make.

But when their paths cross again, it’s clear they’ve got more in common than they think. Can Holly and Charlie overcome their differences and work together, or are they destined to be forever on opposite sides? And why does Holly have a funny feeling she has met Charlie before…




‘White sage is all very well,’ Holly Renton reflected, ‘but the ashes are a bugger to get out of the carpet.’ Earlier that morning, before the shop had opened, Holly had carried out a ritual called smudging, which was meant to purify the energy in a building, promote positivity and remove negative energies. Picking up the dustpan and brush, she emptied the pungent remains of the dried herb bundle she’d ignited and then wafted around the windows and doors of the shop into the bin.
‘I know you recommend this all the time for other people’s houses, but why are you
so bloody obsessed with doing it in the shop?’ Rachel, Holly’s sister, glanced down at where Holly was still brushing the rug under the mullioned front window of ComIncense, the shop specialising in herbal remedies and well-being aids that Holly ran in the sleepy but nonetheless New Age small town of Willowbury and smiled. Just beyond the shop’s counter, the door that led to Holly’s small back yard was open and Harry, Rachel’s three-year-old son and Holly’s nephew, was playing happily with a set of wooden animal-shaped blocks in their own lorry, which had come from a box of assorted toys that Holly kept specifically for the younger customers. Holly didn’t believe, unlike some of her business-owning neighbours,
that children should be banned from places like hers, and since the early-spring weather was warm and pleasant, Harry had trundled out into the sunlight to play.
‘You’ve got to refresh places from time to time,’ Holly replied. ‘Especially when there’s
been a lot of negative energy about, and since all of the scandal with Hugo Fitzgerald, I really felt like this place needed a spiritual cleanse!’
‘You can say that again,’ Rachel reached under the wooden apothecary’s dresser that
displayed countless jars and pots of dried herbs and flowers, all purporting to be of some spiritual or physical benefit, to retrieve one of the toy llamas that Harry had thrown under it. ‘What a way to go…’
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Holly replied, still sweeping. ‘At least, having had a massive
coronary, he wouldn’t have known much about it.’
‘But what a waste of a good plate of scones and jam!’ Rachel grinned. ‘Mum told me
that his constituency agent found him face down in them at his desk.’
‘I wouldn’t have fancied digging him out of them,’ Holly said. ‘But from the size of him,
the heart attack was an accident waiting to happen. And gossip has it, he had his finger in a lot of pies, not just the odd plate of scones.’
‘Oh, you know how the rumour mill goes into overdrive when something like this
happens.’ Rachel, who had more of a tendency to see the good in people than her sister did, dismissed Holly’s comments with a wave of her hand. ‘I mean, I’m not saying he wasn’t a prat, but nothing was ever proven about his financial misdemeanours. Although, I have to admit, since he couldn’t have given a stuff about Harry’s condition, and getting access to these new drugs, I’m hoping the new guy will be more receptive to the cause.’
‘It’s still bloody unfair that he gets to swan in here and take the seat after only the
quietest by-election,’ Holly grumbled as she replaced the dustpan and brush on the shelf behind the counter. ‘I mean, the guy’s only a year older than me and he’s been parachuted into one of the safest seats in the country. Even if we have a change of government, he’s unlikely ever to lose his seat. What if he’s just as crap as Fitzgerald and couldn’t care less about us here in his constituency? We’re stuck with him until he chooses to retire.’
‘Give him a chance,’ Rachel said reasonably. ‘He might be good for this place.’
‘Have you made an appointment to see him yet?’ Holly asked, glancing down to where
Harry was now building a tower of exotic wooden animals that was getting more and more precarious the higher it got.
From the outside, Harry looked like any other energetic three-year-old, but on the
inside, it was a different story. Weeks after he’d been born, Rachel had been launched into a perpetually revolving carousel of physiotherapy, medications and experimental trials in an attempt to alleviate the chronic condition, cystic fibrosis, that would, in all likelihood, limit Harry’s life. The latest medication, which might make a huge difference to Harry’s life expectancy, was currently being held up because the government was still negotiating with the pharmaceutical company involved over a reasonable price to supply it to the National Health Service. How it was possible to put a cost on a life such as Harry’s was a source of increasing frustration and heartbreak for Rachel and the family.
‘Not yet,’ Rachel sighed. ‘If Hugo Fitzgerald couldn’t be arsed to do anything other
than toe the party line, then why should this new guy be any better? Especially if he is a total rookie. I doubt he’ll stick his neck out for Harry.’
Noticing Rachel was, unusually for her, close to tears, Holly hurried around from
behind the counter and gave her sister a hug. ‘Don’t let it get you down,’ she murmured. ‘I’ll always be right there with you, campaigning to get this little munchkin the treatment he deserves.’
‘I know,’ Rachel replied, giving Holly a shaky smile. ‘I’m fine, really. It’s just when he
has a bad day, it reminds me of the challenges he’s facing, which will only get worse as he gets older. And knowing that the new medications could potentially make those challenges so much easier to face…’
‘We’ll get there,’ Holly said. ‘I’ll be with you every step of the way, like I always have
been. And I still think it’s worth a punt with this new guy, you never know.’
‘I’ll try and get in to see him over the summer,’ Rachel replied, breaking the embrace
from her sister and grabbing the last of the wooden animals to add to Harry’s tower of
jungle wildlife. ‘Can I make a drink?’
‘Of course,’ Holly said. ‘I’ve got some organic fair-trade matcha tea in the kitchen.’
‘Is that the super-energising stuff?’ Rachel asked. ‘After being up with Harry last night,
I could certainly do with a lift.’
‘Honestly, it’ll keep you going until midnight!’ Holly said. ‘Go on… you know you want
‘All right,’ Rachel replied. ‘But if I end up buzzing around Willowbury like a wasp for
the rest of the day, I’m blaming you.’
‘Fair enough. And make me a cup, too,’ Holly called as Rachel disappeared up the
stairs to Holly’s flat above the shop. Popping the dustpan and brush behind the counter
again, she continued the conversation, since Rachel had left the door to the flat open.
‘Perhaps I should give this new guy the benefit of the doubt,’ she said, adjusting the labels on the jars of dried herbs and plants on the dresser so they all pointed uniformly outwards.
‘After all, new blood could be a good thing.’
‘Perhaps we should be fair and reserve judgement until he’s been in the job a few
months,’ Rachel said over the bubble of the kettle. ‘You never know, he could be just the tonic this place needs, politically.’
‘You always try to look on the bright side, don’t you?’

Thank you, Fay Keenan and Boldwood Books


About the author

Fay Keenan is the author of the bestselling Little Somerby series of novels. She has led writing workshops with Bristol University and has been a visiting speaker in schools.  She is a full-time teacher and lives in Somerset. Fay’s new series for Boldwood will begin with The Weekender in November 2019.


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Sprite Brigade Book 1

Christmas is a time for families to come together.

Guin Roberts can’t think of anything worse than visiting a Christmas market with her new family. Guin is perfectly happy with her own company and doesn’t want that disrupted by her wisecracking stepbrother and his earnest mum.

Their Christmas celebrations are invaded by a sleigh full of murderous elves. And it doesn’t matter if they’ve been naughty or nice — these elves are out for blood.

Can the family band together to survive the night? Or will Santa’s little helpers make mincemeat of them all?




Guin flicked through her book of Little Folk in European Folklore after everyone had finally gone to bed.

However, there was an occasional distracting flicker, just discernible from the corner of her eye. Guin looked up as it happened again. She put the book down and watched. A few minutes later she saw something fly from the open doorway and collide with one of the elf crosses hanging on the back of a chair. Wasn’t the door closed when they all went to bed? The elf cross swung briefly on its paperclip hanger. She lay perfectly still and watched as another three tiny projectiles shot from the doorway. The last of them succeeded in dislodging the elf cross, and it fell to the floor.

Moments later, Guin saw the door open a little further. She held her breath, wondering who was there. She watched as a head came around the door, but it was much lower down than she’d expected. It was the height of a toddler, but with an air of subtle cunning that was something else altogether. The head turned from one side of the room to the other and Guin realised it was wearing a hat with a tiny bell, the tinkling almost too faint to hear. The face had sharp features and eyes that shone in the lamplight. The rest of the figure slunk around the door. It was skinny in a very familiar way. Guin realised she had seen a picture of it in the book.

It was an elf.

Guin watched the eyes swivel round to regard her bed. She tried to shrink back with the least possible movement, avoiding its attention. She began to wonder if she was dreaming — this was a familiar nightmare: the invading presence, the need to keep perfectly, perfectly still.

The elf crept into the room and Guin realised it was carrying something at its side. The lamplight gleamed off a shiny, wickedly pointed blade, as misshapen as an icicle, the grey of winter sky.

Guin felt her heart banging in her chest. She wanted time to figure this out. She wanted to consider why her mind would conjure such a terrifying dream. Was this simply a result of falling asleep while reading the book of fairy folklore?

 “Oh, hell,” she whispered.

The elf looked up at her contemptuously before moving purposefully towards Newton in the bottom bunk. Guin realised doing nothing was not an option. She reached out for the nearest thing, which turned out to be a coat hanger on the end of the guard rail, and vaulted to the floor with a loud thump.

The elf hissed and turned its knife towards her. It smelled of old things in boxes, of cinnamon and sugar. Guin thrust the coat hanger forward. She dodged a knife thrust, and then she made her move on the elf. Over its head went the coat hanger and she twisted, using a corkscrew motion to tighten the coat hanger around its throat. It swung its knife at her but, coat hanger in hand, she kept it at more than arm’s length.

“Some help here!” she shouted.

The elf wasn’t giving up. It stabbed and jabbed at her and she pulled away. It never thought to stab at the hands holding the coat hanger, going for her belly every time. The elf’s face turned red as it choked, but Guin’s arms were tiring. Guin swung the coat hanger, the elf still firmly clamped by its neck, up and over, slamming it down against the floor with all of her might. The elf made a tiny Oof! Sound, and went slack.

Guin prodded it with her foot. It didn’t move.

She looked round. “Did no one wake up?” she demanded.

“Wah?” said Newton, groggily.

She thumped her dad. “How are you all still asleep?” She turned on the main light. There were grumbles from three sleepy individuals.

“What’s the time?” said her dad, turning over.

“No idea,” said Guin, wondering why the hideous clutter of this building included no useful features like clocks. “That’s not important.”

“What’s the time?” mumbled Esther as though needing confirmation.

“I just killed an attacker.”

Her own words hit Guin hard. She had just taken a life. It was a murderous elf, but it was still slightly overwhelming. It was either horrific and deeply traumatic, or ever so slightly cool. She would decide later.

Everyone was sitting up now, bleary and incredulous.

“What?” asked her dad. “Did you…?”

“Did she say killed an attacker?” said Esther.

“Yes. With a coat hanger,” said Guin. “It was an elf.”

“It was an elf and you killed it with a coat hanger,” said her dad slowly. He scanned the floor. “Nightmare, honey?”


“You see,” he said patiently, “sometimes, particularly when we’re sleeping in a strange new place, we see things and we think that they’re — Oh, my God! It’s a dead elf!”

Thank you, Heide Goody & Iain Grant and Love Books Group Tours.


About the authors

Heide lives in North Warwickshire with her husband and a fluctuating mix of offspring and animals. Iain lives in South Birmingham with his wife and a fluctuating mix of offspring and animals. They aren’t sure how many novels they’ve written together since 2011 but it’s a surprisingly large number.


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