The Seduction of the Glen by Michelle Deerwester-Dalrymple / #SpotlightPost #SocialMediaBlitz @rararesources @mddalrymple

The Glen Highland Romance, #5

A fierce Highland warrior, loyal to his king. His beautiful English captive. He has vowed her protection, but will he have to risk his own life to do so?

John Sinclair, faithful warrior for Robert the Bruce, makes a fateful wager with his brother: whoever wins Aislynn’s affections will wed her. Only Aislynn de Valence, niece to the English King, is a captive of the Bruce, sent to the Highlands as a prisoner and for her own protection. The last thing she wants is to wed her enemy.

To win the wager and the woman, John woos Aislynn with his whole heart.
But the Highlands are unstable, clan fighting against clan. And no one in the Highlands is ready to welcome an Englishwoman into their midst.

When Aislynn learns that she was nothing more than a prize in a wager, she decides she’s had enough of Scotland and its Highlanders.

Can John convince Aislynn of his true intentions and protect her when she needs him the most?



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Michelle Deerwester-Dalrymple is an award-winning author and a college writing professor. She has worked with students of all age levels – from elementary to graduate school – through her college teaching, tutoring, and charter school courses.

She started reading when she was 3 years old, writing when she was 4, and published her first poem at age 16. Michelle has always been an avid reader on all subjects but has a special love for both horror and romance literature. Her two favorite authors are Stephen King and Diana Gabaldon.

Her favorite historical romance genres include: Scottish (love those Highlanders!) medieval, renaissance, ancient, and Viking, but she will read just about anything!


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Vanishing Point by Vanessa Robertson / #SpotlightPost #BookBlitz @LoveBooksGroup @Ness_Robertson

A stolen painting.

A high stakes recovery operation.

A game of nerve.

Art advisor Kate Carpenter has an off-the-books sideline in art recovery, dealing with thieves and gangsters to reunite valuable artworks with their owners. But this time she’s taking it up a notch. Only a day after her ex-boyfriend was convicted of assaulting her, she’s off to Belarus on the trail of a priceless van Gogh with a posse of ex-soldiers riding shotgun. Right now, the buzz of securing the return of that painting is just what she needs.     



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Midlander by birth, Scot by choice, Vanessa Robertson won Pitch Perfect at the Bloody Scotland Crime Writing Festival in 2015. Death Will Find Me, a crime novel set in 1920s Edinburgh featuring former spy, Tessa Kilpatrick is her first novel. Later in 2019, Vanessa will be launching a series of thrillers set in the world of high stakes art crime, and the second Tessa Kilpatrick book will be published in early 2020.

Vanessa lives in a cottage in the middle of a Scottish wood with her family and unfeasibly large dog. She enjoys wild beaches, Venetian cafes and wandering around art galleries. She dislikes celery, cheap notebooks and writing about herself in the third person.


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The Sister-in-Law by Sue Watson / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @suewatsonwriter  



‘You don’t think Jamie and I have secrets, do you? No, we tell each other everything.’ She smiled. ‘Including your dirty little secret. So maybe it’s time to start being nice to me?’

THE WIFE: Clare is ready for a break. It’s been a tough year and now she wants to put her feet up. Arriving at the Italian villa for their summer holiday, she decides it’s high time her husband and his family did some of the work. After all, her husband owes her…

THE HUSBAND: Even though Dan had his head turned by someone else, he’s realised the error of his ways. He’s here now, and he says it’s for keeps. Clare can trust him, can’t she? At least he’ll have his brother there, to keep him in line…

THE BROTHER: Jamie is the prodigal child, back in the family fold again after years of travelling abroad. But when he gets to the villa, he’s not alone. He’s brought a wife, someone none of them have met before.

THE SISTER-IN-LAW: Ella is everything Clare isn’t. Glamorous. Young. Influential. But she knows a secret about Clare. Something that has the power to break the whole family apart.

And there’s someone who will do whatever it takes to make sure that this deep secret never comes to the surface.




I admire authors. I think it’s great how they can take you on a captivating journey with their stories.

I love this author’s chicklit books and I love her thrillers and even though these two genres are a world apart, they fit her both like a glove. Every book by her hand are a perfect excuse to shut everything else that is going on on this planet out.

Clare is a strong woman. She has been put down more than once. She tries to please and forgive everyone even if she felt it was not right to do so, but family has to stick together and remain a family, no matter what. Enough is enough though! Why is this new kid on the block behaving like she does? Clare is determined to fight back this time, but who is she up against…?

I just adored this book. It’s one you don’t want to put down, but you don’t want it to end either. It’s one where you fall in the author’s trap and believe exactely what she wants you to believe to be punched in the face afterwards with the revelations. And then you give yourself a facepalm for not seeing it earlier. ;).

Brilliant! 5 stars.

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Sue Watson was a TV Producer at the BBC until she wrote her first book and was hooked.

Now a USA Today bestselling author, Sue has written fifteen novels – many involving cake – which have been translated into several languages and involved tough ‘cake research.’ Sue is now exploring the darker side of life with her thrillers OUR LITTLE LIES, THE WOMAN NEXT DOOR, THE EMPTY NEST and THE SISTER-IN-LAW. Writing in this new genre doesn’t involve the deep research of baked goods and Sue’s hoping the change in direction will be reflected on the weighing scales.

Originally from Manchester, Sue now lives with her husband and teenage daughter in Worcestershire where much of her day is spent writing – okay, procrastinating, eating and watching ‘My 600lb Life,’ on the sofa.


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Queen to Ashes – Mallory McCartney / #Extract #BlogBlitz @RRBookTours1 @MalMcCartney




Black Dawn #2

“You lived your entire life feeling like half of you was missing. Fight for the missing part. Fight for this.”

Emory Fae has abandoned everything she thought she knew about her previous life on Earth. Stepping up to her role as Queen of Kiero she makes a startling sacrifice- feigning her allegiances to Adair Stratton, the man who murdered her parents and casted Kiero into ruin. Emory’s memories slowly piece together, and she soon realizes the Mad King may not be all he seems— and the man who was once best friend, may be fighting beneath the surface.

With the King’s attention on her, can she buy Black Dawn Rebellion enough time to recuperate their forces? And when the times comes, will she be able to kill Adair, ending his tyranny and rising herself as the rightful Queen? Fighting to hide her secret, Emory navigates the brutal trials of the Mad King, trying not to lose herself in the process.

Sequel to Heir of Lies, now a bestselling series, the sparks are ignited, as Emory learns the cost of freedom, and her heritage. Will the rebels unite in time? A sinister force has spread across the land, stripping everyone bare- their betrayals, their secrets, their intentions. But above all, what will their decisions cost? By refusing to give in to the darkness, will Emory rise as Queen?





The darkness kissed her, embraced her. Squinting, Emory tried to make sense of where she was but was met with a black, dense wall. Sweat pooled at the base of her neck, warmth flaring through her body. Fear choked her then as she gulped down stale air. She knew she wasn’t alone because she felt them before they said anything. “Emory, you need to wake up.” Memphis’s voice, just barely a whisper, caressed her. Right beside her left ear, another voice sounded. “Em, wake up.” Brokk’s rough voice was harsh and clear, but she felt her body still being pulled, pulled down into the black abyss. A third voice then sounded; one she could only recognize from her dreams. “Emory, darling, wake up.” Her mother. Her voice danced all around her, and she clawed blindly, trying to connect with her lost friends and family. Trying to find them. Silence landed heavy, and a putrid smell enveloped her senses. It smelled of rotting meat. Bile rose in her throat as a she felt a slimy, boney hand wrap hard around her wrists, pulling her toward it. She couldn’t scream; she couldn’t move. Sweat drenched every inch of her body as the creature she couldn’t make out leaned closer, whispering right in front of her, “Emory, I have found you.” Swivelling around, she was met with darkness until the monster pulled her closer, its breath tickling her ear. “And you belong to me.” The knife slid in between her ribs, pain blossoming, and cackles spun around her. Then, she was dragged down into the darkness.

Screams tore from her chest as she shot up. Drenched in a cold sweat, it took her several minutes to register where she was and the guard standing at the foot of her bed, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. She screamed again, pulling her blankets around her, her nightdress clinging to her curves. “Who gave you permission to be in here?” she demanded. Smirking arrogantly, he said, “I did.” Blinking, she recognized the man as the same one that guarded her down in the cells. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to shake the feeling of that damp death-like hold of the creature in her dream. She pointed to the door. “Get the hell out.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s time to start your day. The king awaits.” Throwing a bundle at the bottom of her bed,

he turned his back, briskly stating, “You have five minutes to get ready. I’ll wait outside.” Shutting the door, he left her in stark silence. It was time. Panic clutched her heart, squeezing it, threatening to break it. She couldn’t breathe. The walls seemed stretched too thin.

She could do this—she had to do this. Emory would grant the rebels the time they needed, the time she needed. Dying wasn’t an option. Besides, she was already dead to the people who had believed in her. Leaning forward with shaking hands, she opened the parcel. Several stacks of light black clothes spilled out, including shirts, pants, and undergarments. A blood red sash sat atop them all. Lovely. Sitting on top all of this, though, was a light, sheer, gold chest plate. Squinting, she leaned closer to inspect it. Markings she didn’t recognize adorned all the edges, and its sheerness was unearthly. She was so close, her breath was fogging it, her reflection lost. Strong leather buckles joined at the shoulders; its back plate just as impressive. She shimmied out of bed, quickly dropping the armor. Emory went through the motions of getting dressed numbly. Braiding her long ebony hair back, she looked in the mirror behind her. She didn’t recognize the woman standing before her, the stark cheekbones, emptiness in her eyes, bruised skin underneath them. Tying her sash tightly, she set her resolve. Emory Fae of Earth was dead. Everything had led up to this moment. Her parents shaped their world, defying the paths they were told to go down: A warrior from the Shattered Isles and a Prince of Kiero were never supposed to break away and build a refuge— The Academy—for peace. In her heart, Emory knew they had made mistakes, but their life’s dream was to fight and to ensure everyone, no matter their ability, would have a place to call home. Emory loosened a breath. She would not let her parents’ dream die. If Adair wanted a challenge, he would get one. She would make him pay. For her family. Her friends. For herself.

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Mallory McCartney currently lives in Sarnia, Ontario with her husband and their three dachshunds Link, Lola and Leonard. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found day dreaming about fantasy worlds and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops.


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Blood of the Assassin by Bill Brewer / #Extract #BlogTour @RRBookTours1 @BrewerBooks @KeriBarnum



David Diegert #2

David Diegert is ensnared into serving Crepusculous, a secret society that controls the economy. In spite of his reluctance, Diegert is coerced into completing deadly missions in which the stakes keep getting higher.

Set up to take the fall for killing a target of immense importance, his fragile world falls apart. Betrayed by Crepusculous, he becomes a fugitive sought after from all sides.

With fast-paced writing and intense action, this installment of the David Diegert series is ready to blow you away.




Diegert never looked at him; he just turned and started running. The bouncer shouted out “It’s him . . . It’s the guy who shot the president.”

Diegert caught the looks of people as he sprinted past them. Just running through the streets with a security coat was enough to draw attention, but with the shouting added in, Diegert knew he was in trouble. He ran by a small park with a big graffiti-covered statue. The park was dark and for the moment unoccupied. On his smartphone, he searched for a place he reasoned would provide safe haven from Strakov and the vigilante mobs forming on the angry streets of Detroit. Survival was often achieved by knowing when to avoid a fight you cannot win.

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Bill Brewer is a member of the Faculty of the College of Health Sciences and Technology at RIT where he serves as the Director of Exercise Science within the Wegmans School of Health and Nutrition. His areas of instruction include Anatomy & Physiology as well as numerous courses in Exercise Science.

Bill is a family man, happily married and the proud father of a son and two daughters. He lives in the South Wedge of Rochester NY. and loves to find outdoor adventure in the Adirondacks and in the Frontenac region of Ontario, Canada.


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Locked in Fear by Liz Cowley, Donough O’Brien / #Extract #BlogTour @LoveBooksGroup @urbanebooks @Quirkyhistory



In a sleepy country village, Detective Inspector Robin Marshal – now in retirement – is nearly killed by a stranger. His friend Alice, a police psychiatrist, discovers that the murder attempt was almost certainly ordered by a terrifying criminal, ‘Big Mack’, currently incarcerated in a notoriously violent prison. There his criminal kingdom controls not only the inmates, but many of the guards, through the power of money and the threat of extreme violence.

When Alice goes to work in the prison to find out more, she too, becomes a target, her car machine-gunned on a country road, and Robin is attacked again while recovering in Spain.

Under pressure from an outraged public and with political concern rising, the authorities try to put a stop to Big Mack’s activities. But everyone is under threat when he is suddenly at large following a murderous escape. How can this evil kingpin be stopped?





Everything had been going so well, until the dog limped into the house whimpering and covered in blood.

Up to that moment Pam Marshal had felt surprisingly upbeat – despite the fact that she was becoming immobilised by Parkinson’s Disease and these days was mostly confined to a wheelchair. She had reflected how lucky she was to have a husband like Robin who had retired early from the police force to look after her and suggested moving to the country, both decisions that initially worried her considerably. But to her surprise and delight, he had thoroughly embraced a quiet life near an attractive village called Bighton, near Winchester, in Hampshire. Nor was it the too-quiet life she had feared it would be, with several new friends and visitors and delightful neighbours.

She had never imagined for a minute that Robin would embrace a whole new hobby – let alone gardening – which now took up a large part of his time every day. And it was a pleasant daily ritual to manoeuvre her new Cirrus Plus electric wheelchair around the specially paved paths along the borders that had replaced the gravel ones as soon as they had moved in, gravel being a wheelchair’s worst enemy.

Nor had she ever visualized owning a dog – ‘Ben’ – a retired police Alsatian, or one with such a delightful nature, touchingly dividing his time between her and Robin. Neither of them had ever wanted a dog in London, not with the wretched business of having to scoop up excrement from the pavements. But now neither of them could imagine life without one.

So much had changed since they had come to Hampshire – even Robin’s appearance. She had only just got used to him sporting a beard, and often wearing dark glasses – even when it wasn’t sunny – and almost always seeing him in informal clothes – obviously protecting his identity as many retired police officers did. And she had been amazed and touched by his attention to the house and the time he had put into the renovation plans on her behalf.

Everything both outside and inside had been adapted to make her life easier – a bedroom for the two of them downstairs with an adjoining shower room, ramps at every doorway, two more bedrooms upstairs for when their two sons and granddaughter or friends came to stay, and a large and specially adapted kitchen with everything in easy reach – not least the vases that she filled each week through the summer with flowers that Robin proudly brought in from outside.

She had been watching the television with the Wimbledon final between Andy Murray and Novak Djokovic, wishing that Robin liked tennis as much as she did but delighted he enjoyed his days outside, and turning up the volume to drown out the sound of the mower.

It was a thrilling match, the most exciting she had ever watched. Halfway through she had glanced out of the window and seen a tall stranger approaching Robin at the far end of the lawn, immediately assuming it must be the chap who was coming to help him to clear the shed. About time too, she thought. Six months after moving in it was still full of things from their London house that neither they, their sons or any of their friends wanted, mostly what people now deprecatingly called ‘brown furniture’.

An hour later, and with a great victory for Murray, she had steered her chair towards the kitchen to start preparing supper – always a pleasant ritual with the home-grown vegetables that Robin brought in regularly. Life was still good, she thought to herself.

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Liz Cowley, whose family comes from Connemara, is a long-time fan of poetry, she enjoyed success with her first collection, A Red Dress, published in 2008 and her second, What am I Doing Here? (2010), which were then made into a theatrical show. Her next book ‘And guess who he was with?’ published in 2013, and two poetry books for gardeners, Outside in my Dressing Gown, and Gardening in Slippers, are bestsellers. Serial Damage was her first novel.

Her latest thriller, Locked in Fear, written with Donough O’Brien publishes in March 2020.




Donough enjoyed a successful marketing career in Britain, Ireland and the US. His previous books include Fame by Chance, Banana Skins, Numeroid, and In the Heat of Battle: a study of those who rose to the occasion in warfare and those who didn’t. His latest historical book was WHO? The most remarkable people you’ve never heard of. He has co-authored thrillers Peace Breaks Out with Robin Hardy and Serial Damage with his wife Liz Cowley.

His latest book Locked in Fear will be published in March 2020.



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Anna by Laura Guthrie / #CoverReveal #BlogTour @LoveBooksGroup @catherinespark @cranachanbooks



Every cloud has a silver lining… doesn’t it? Anna is thirteen years old, lives in London with her father, and has Asperger’s syndrome.  When her father dies, she moves to Scotland to live with her estranged, reclusive mother. With little support to help her t in, she must use every coping strategy her father taught her—especially her ‘Happy Game’—as she tries to connect with her mother, discover her past, and deal with the challenges of being thrown into a brand new life along the way. 



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Laura Guthrie grew up in the rural Scottish Highlands (“I come from where the planes don’t fly”). Her creative influences include Nessie and the elusive ‘Caiplich Beast’, as well as some choice authors and their works.

She has an honours degree in biological sciences from the University of Edinburgh, and a PhD in creative writing from the University of Glasgow





A Plague On Both Your Houses by Ian Porter / #Extract #BlogTour @damppebbles @matadorbooks



It’s May 1918. The Great War is finally coming to a conclusion. The German Spring Offensive appears to be winning the war before the recent arrival into Europe of American troops can have any military effect. But the German Home Front is struggling. The Allied blockade of foodstuffs; a poor government and a potato blight have left the German people hungry and angry. In comparison, the introduction of rationing proves a great boon to morale in Britain. And just in time too. Because the American troops have brought with them something far more deadly than their own firepower. A deadly mutated flu virus. In the East End of London, Mr & Mrs Nash have not bought into the war. He’s a tough ex-villain who hides conscientious objectors from the authorities. But the government’s net appears to be drawing in on him. She helps Sylvia Pankhurst run a nursery, restaurant cum soup kitchen and a toy factory, as well as badger officialdom to give more help to people. And as an ex-Suffragette she knows how to both use and circumvent the law when it suits her. In the East End of Berlin, a nurse, a farmer, a black marketer, a soldier home on leave and a rich woman with a chauffeuse are all woven together as the Germany Home Front starts to collapse into starvation, retribution and rioting. Germany can’t fight the British, the flu and themselves. It’s a fast paced page-turner, full of action and personal relationships, as the two stories and the people of two countries come together to solve a huge problem the war and the flu has created.




Most of the vehicles had open backs which allowed people to run behind them chatting to the less seriously wounded, while often plying them with chocolate, cigarettes and other goodies. The authorities had mixed emotions about this. They liked the idea of the men being comforted, and to stop good Samaritans from doing the decent thing would be a bad show. But the whole point of running these convoys at night was to keep the public ignorant of the appalling scale of the number of casualties, and the less the soldiers could tell the populous about their experiences the better.

Not that WPC Nash was informed of this. It was made clear to her that female police officers and their volunteers were to act as kindly overseers. Women were ideal for this sort of duty. Ruby was told that the injured men were not just in pain but terribly tired and must not be overtaxed by the public asking them any questions. Well-wishers could hand over chocolate and such, tell the men they were proud of them, wish them good luck, that sort of thing, but that was all. People running along the road at night, in the black-out, not watching where they were going, was obviously a public safety concern. And the last thing anyone needed right now was more people heading to the hospital, so WPC Nash’s group were to ensure nobody ran behind the ambulance for more than a few seconds at a time.

Over the past four years Ruby, and everybody else for that matter, had seen more and more badly injured men come home from the war. Men hobbled about the streets on one leg and crutches; the no-legged pushed themselves about in wheelchairs; blind men sat about on the bench where someone had left them; and worst of all were the staring men with goodness knows what was wrong with them. Nash had also told her of some of the horror sights he had seen outside Queen Mary’s Hospital. Bandages only hid so much. But now, not just seeing the soldiers in the back of the ambulances in their unpatched up state but hearing their groans of pain and despair, with the blood and dried mud of the battlefield still on them, was quite a shock.

Ruby saw men laying in two tiers, with a single nurse sitting on a little stool amongst them, doing her best to tend to them all. The bloodiest men, with blood seeping from under their dressings, were on the bottom racks to prevent them dripping on to other men. But the worst were the ambulances that stank of gas. Gassed men had the smell of gas clinging to their woollen uniforms, greatcoats and the blankets they had been given at the aid posts in France.

There was also an unmarked grey ambulance, with its canvas fully down at the back so nobody could see in or out. Ruby had been told on no account was this vehicle to be approached by anyone. The public or even police officers for that matter. This vehicle had the mental cases in it.

And although Sergeant Granger had used the word ‘convoy’ when telling Ruby what she and her group were to oversee, she had not expected the word to be quite so accurate. It really was a convoy of ambulances, one after the other, almost nose to tail. People running in between the vehicles was certainly hazardous.

Ruby’s group would spread out from Aldgate to the London Hospital Whitechapel, with each of them patrolling a section of main road along the route. Ruby took the first section, outside St Botolph’s Without Church through to Gardiner’s Corner. Ruby had chosen the busiest area, which included many pubs, so it would no doubt be the most difficult to control.

Within minutes of the first ambulance appearing, as if on cue three men staggered out of a pub, saw the red crosses and immediately weaved unsteadily towards them. None had a bar of chocolate or anything else useful to hand. Nor did they retain the coordination to quickly roll up a cigarette. After a few drunken shouts of ‘good ol’ Tommies’, ‘God bless you boys’, and phrases to that effect, the men changed tack.

“Here are boys have a fag on me,” said one, before haphazardly throwing his tobacco tin into the back of an ambulance.

At this point another of the well-wishers lost his attempted grip on the back of the vehicle and face planted on to the cobbles with a terrible splat. The third man pulled out a handful of coins from a trouser pocket and was about to shower the injured men when Ruby’s truncheon made contact with his wrist.

There followed the unedifying spectacle of slum dwellers coming out of the shadows to search for coins that had now been liberally scattered over the road. The next ambulance had to pull to a halt to avoid running down these people and the man who had splattered himself on the road. Ruby had to drag the latter out of the way and left him lying in the gutter. His nose was a bloody mess but he received little sympathy.

Ruby cleared the road with a few shouts and threats, then apologised to the second ambulance’s driver and waved him on with a knowing nod of contrition. She gave the other two drunks a good talking to before venturing over to the pub with a view to informing the landlord of what had just happened and to make it clear she expected him to ensure it did not happen again. But before she could get a word out she was met with a loud chorus of sarcastic cheers and lewd comments about lady coppers from the lively clientele. But this was water off a duck’s back to an ex-Suffragette.

“Never mind all that!” she shouted over the din. “Our injured boys from the Front are in those ambulances. Now bloody well show some respect or I’ll nick the lot of you!”

The logistics of how, in reality, a single police officer, male or female, would be able to arrest a whole pubful of alcohol-infused rowdies without any back-up was neither here nor there. The little speech had the desired effect. As one, the men, mostly in the autumn of their three score years and ten, shut up immediately and lowered their eyes. Ruby walked out of the pub to the sound of her own footsteps on the wooden floor.

She took up position again outside the church and fumed silently to herself. Christ, it was going to be a long night.

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Before he turned his quill to penning novels, Ian was a professional non-fiction writer. He wrote most of the original edition of the guide book Where to Ski & Snowboard. He contributed to non-fiction work on such diverse subjects as the Suffragettes, the Titanic, Jack the Ripper and Charming Small Hotels! He now lectures and guides walks, primarily in women’s 19th and early 20th century history. Which brings us to his novels. His first, Whitechapel, is set in the East End slums of 1888 at the time of the Whitechapel Murders. His second, the highly acclaimed Suffragette Autumn Women’s Spring, is set within the Votes for Woman campaign between 1912-14. This, his third novel, A Plague on Both Your Houses, is set in 1918-19 in the final months of the Great War and the following months, during the flu pandemic, in both the East End of London and the East End of Berlin. His next novel (title to be decided) is again set in the Victorian East End and will be published later this year.

Ian has a degree in history from the University of Birmingham, where he was awarded the Chancellor’s Prize for outstanding achievement. He is married, lives in Kent and when he’s not doing research or writing, likes to play and watch lots of sport.


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Velocities: Stories by Kathe Koja / #Interview #BlogTour @meerkatpress @KatheKoja



From the award-winning author of The Cipher and Buddha Boy, comes Velocities, Kathe Koja’s second electrifying collection of short fiction. Thirteen stories, two never before published, all flying at the speed of strange. Dark, disturbing, heartfelt and utterly addictive.




Do you always take a book or ereader wherever you go?

No, but I always have a pen, and (usually) something to write on. Friends have gifted me with some gorgeous notebooks! And anywhere I go, that helpful scrap of paper will be waiting.

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

I’d leave that choice up to the writer. Always trust the writer 🙂

Where can I find you when you are reading?

A lot depends on what I’m reading. If it’s research for a project, I’m most likely at my desk, reading, rereading, and making notes. If it’s nonfiction, probably the kitchen table with my iPad or print book. Fiction, most likely upstairs on the bed, with Dash the cat.

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

As I write this, we’re in a shelter in place moment because of Covid-19. Before, and after, you could find me having a coffee meeting at one of the fab and quirky Detroit coffeehouses, like Oloman or Drifter; setting up a site visit for a new performance (I also create and produce immersive events); visiting my favorite rescue farm, SASHA Farm in Manchester MI; or walking someplace green.

Can you walk past a bookstore without going inside?

I’m a huge library patron—interlibrary loans are the best. That said, the bookstore power browse will never lose its charm, and if there’s a café or sit-down space, definite bonus points.

What are you most proud of?

As a writer, I’m found that the readers of mine that I’ve met are pretty much without exception smart, thoughtful, widely read, and a lot of fun. If people like that are engaged by and appreciative of my work, I’m very proud.

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

Excitement, pleasure, and gratitude to all the people whose work has created that book. The writer’s work begins at the keyboard, but a lot of people—agent, publisher, editor, copy editor, cover artist, audio artist for an audio book, distributor—make sure that what I’ve written can get to the people who want to read it or listen to it. And the book bloggers and reviewers keep those readers in the loop on what books are being published: we’re all deluged by stuff to read and absorb, so reviewers and bloggers are the front line. Without readers, a book is not alive, and if they don’t know it exists, they’re never going to read it.

What piece of advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Write. Write consistently, in a rhythm and on a schedule that works for you, but write. It’s a skill as much as an art form and you have to practice a skill or it degrades.

Who would you like/have liked to interview?

A tag team of Emily Dickinson and Emily Brontë, my queens. And Christopher Marlowe afterward, because that boy sleeps late. 🙂

When and where do you prefer to write?

I write at my desk, every morning, every day.

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Kathe Koja writes novels and short fiction, and creates and produces immersive fiction performances, both solo and with a rotating ensemble of artists. Her work crosses and combines genres, and her books have won awards, been translated, and optioned for film and performance. She is based in Detroit and thinks globally.


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The Noisy Classroom by Angela Shanté / #TeaserTuesday #SpotlightPost @RABTBookTours



The first day of school is coming… and I’m going to be in the noisy class. Any class but the noisy class will do!

A young girl is about to enter the third grade, but this year she’s put into Ms. Johnson’s noisy class. Everything about the noisy class is odd. While all the other classes are quiet, Ms. Johnson sings and the kids chatter all day. The door is always closed, yet sounds from it can be heard in the hallway. With summer coming to an end and school starting, the girl realizes that soon she’ll be going to the noisy class. What will school be like now?

Featuring the honest and delightful humor of debut author Angela Shanté and the bold, graphic imagery of debut illustrator Alison Hawkins, The Noisy Classroom encourages those with first-day jitters to reevaluate a scary situation by looking at it from a different angle and to embrace how fun school can be, even in nontraditional ways.





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About the author

Angela Shanté is writer, poet, editor, and educator, with a Masters in Elementary Education and an MFA in Creative Writing. She has taught elementary school for ten years. In her own classroom, she believes in having fun, playing games, moving around, dancing, and enjoying the education experience, even if it occasionally gets loud. Angela lives Los Angeles, California.


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West Margin Press