Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Motive X - blog tour


Motive X – Stefan Ahnhem

About The Book

He strikes at random. His motive unknown. No one is safe...

Helsingborg police must solve the unsolveable. A wave of apparently random homicides is sweeping through their idyllic seaside town. The murders have no pattern, no order, no reason. The perpetrator is immune to psychological profiling; forensically untraceable; utterly invulnerable to modern police techniques.

The body count is growing.But lead investigator Fabian Risk is distracted by his mission to expose a corrupt colleague, and his boss Astrid is spiralling back into addiction. As the hunt for the solution becoming ever more desperate, their tight-knit team begins to unravel...

Motive Xis both an explosive, multi-layered thriller and a fearless exploration of the darkest side of human nature. To enter Stefan Ahnhem’s world, with its interwoven plotlines and sprawling cast of characters, is to put yourself in the hands of a master storyteller.


At first, Molly Wessman could only just make out the faint melody. But as the volume increased, she became ever more aware of the dulcet harp tones that meant she had five minutes to wake up and switch her brain on before it was time to get out of bed. Five minutes during which she could still keep her eyes closed and stretch.
She felt rested and hadn’t woken up once during the night, which was incredible, considering the presentation she was giving to the board this afternoon. Normally, she would have tossed and turned all night and come to work a wreck. Now, by contrast, she was convinced the board was going to approve her proposal and give her permission to implement the last round of 
absolutely crucial cost-cutting measures needed to turn things around.
And she had her new sleep app to thank for it. Before, she had never slept more than four hours a night. She had been constantly exhausted and taken sick leave so often even those of her colleagues who had young children had started to wonder what she was up to.
In the end, her then manager had called her into his office and told her what she herself had been unable to see. That she was heading straight for burnout. Then he’d given her the number of a therapist and told her about an app that used sounds and different kinds of white noise to help the human brain to relax, thus improving sleep.
It had made all the difference and, what’s more, only cost a fraction of what the therapist charged for a handful of pointless conversations. It had even given her enough energy to go back to the gym.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs like she’d learned in yoga class, and reached out for the phone on her bedside table. But when she turned the alarm off, she noticed something strange the second before the screen went black.
She didn’t actually allow herself to check her phone in bed. Turning her alarm on and off was the only exception to the rule. In her new life, her bed was a screen-free zone, along with the bathroom and the dinner table. And yet she couldn’t stop herself from tapping in her PIN and unlocking it.
She looked at the screen again, uncomprehending.
To someone who didn’t know what it normally looked like, it would probably have seemed neither odd nor unsettling. But she did know, and as she looked at it, she felt panic starting to build. Before long, the pressure around her chest was so tight she couldn’t breathe.
Her first thought was that it wasn’t her phone. But the chip in the top left corner from when she dropped it was there, and the home button glitched just like it had been doing over the past few weeks.
Everything was right.
Everything except the background picture.
It should have been a picture of Smilla, her brown and white Boston terrier who had died three years ago from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. But it wasn’t a picture
of Smilla.
Instead, it was a picture of her.
A picture of her, sleeping in her own bed, wearing the exact same T-shirt she was wearing right now. Even the toothpaste stain from last night was there, which meant
the picture had been taken in the past eight hours. So someone had broken into her flat.
Maybe it was just a technical malfunction. Or some new camera function she had accidentally activated when she went to bed. But no, the picture was taken from above. Someone must have been in her bedroom.
Was someone having her on? One of the many nocturnal guests she’d brought home over the past few years, who had made a copy of her keys? Though she had no idea how that could have happened without her noticing. Or was it a warning from someone at work that she’d been too ruthless there?
The questions bounced around like ping-pong balls. Granted, there were likely disgruntled people among the staff, but hard as she tried, she couldn’t think of anyone who’d be twisted enough to do something like this.
Then it struck her.
What if he was still in the flat. What if he was standing right outside her bedroom door, waiting for her. Or what if he was inside the…
She tried to regain her composure and convince herself she was just overreacting. But she couldn’t. Before she could dare to leave the bed, she would need something to defend herself with. Something other than her pillows and duvet. Maybe her bedside lamp. Though it was far from ideal, it was the only thing she could think of that was within reach.
As though she stood a chance of fending off some strange man. Who was she trying to fool? She, who froze when she saw a spider. Running over people in a meeting using factual arguments was one thing. Physical violence was something else entirely.
But what choice did she have? Did she have a choice
at all?
She turned over as carefully and quietly as she could, grabbed the lamp with both hands and tugged. The two screws were ripped from their holes, pulling out white plaster dust that fell on to her black pillowcase. Then she unplugged it from the outlet, wrapped the cord around her left hand and grabbed the wall mount with her right before putting her feet down on the floor.
To the beat of her own pulse, she squatted down and peered under the bed. Apart from her scales and the box of sex toys on castors, there was nothing there, nor had she expected there to be. On the other hand, she still found it hard to believe someone had really taken a picture of her with her own phone.

About The Author

STEFAN AHNHEM is the internationally bestselling author of the Fabian Risk thrillers. He has worked as a screenwriter on Mankell’s Kurt Wallender series and serves on the board of the Swedish Writers Guild. He lives in Copenhagen.

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Monday, 29 July 2019

Someone Else’s Baby - blog tour


Book Description:

She gave away her children. Now she wants them back.

Charlotte Morgan knows how it feels to desperately want a baby. As a child, seeing her mum devastated by losing her longed-for babies, Charlotte wished another woman could give her mother what she so craved.

Now Charlotte’s a mum herself, and knowing how much love her daughter, Alice, brings into her life, she vows to help others achieve their dreams of becoming a parent.

When she meets Malcolm and Brenda on a surrogacy website, it seems that she has found the perfect couple. In their late forties, they’ve spent their life building a successful business and travelling the world, but there’s just one thing missing – a child of their own. 

When Charlotte falls pregnant with twins, the pair are overjoyed. And while Charlotte’s heart breaks as she hands them over, her reward is knowing how much happiness the two tiny babies are going to bring into their life.

But are Malcolm and Brenda all they seem? As secrets become unravelled, Charlotte is forced to face that she has handed her babies over to virtual strangers. And when Malcolm and Brenda disappear without a trace, Charlotte is plunged into a frantic search for the babies she carried – before it’s too late…

A gripping psychological thriller with a heart stopping ending – readers of The Wife Between Us, Rachel Abbott and C.L Taylor will not want to put this down…  


This is a brilliantly written debut novel. When I read the blurb I couldn’t wait to read it. I wasn’t disappointed. Once I started reading it I honestly couldn’t put it down. 

Charlotte wants to help others feel the joy of being parents like she has herself.  When she meets Malcolm and Brenda on a surrogacy website she agrees to help them. Handing over their twins is hard but Charlotte believes she is doing the right thing. That is until secrets are revealed and Charlotte wonders did she really know anything about the couple. 

When the couple disappears she needs to find her babies. 

A great read from start to finish. I’m so looking forward to reading more from this author. 

Author Bio:

Ruby Speechley, graduated from Sheffield Hallam university in 2009, with an MA in Creative Writing.  She is a Faber Academy alumna and prolific writer whose work has been longlisted for the Lucy Cavendish College Fiction prize, the Exeter Novel Prize, the Caledonian Novel Award, the Bath Novel Award and has won the Retreat West First Chapter Competition. 

Ruby is a mum of three, lives in Bedfordshire and was born in Lisbon, Portugal at the time of the first earthquake there in 200 years! Her debut novel, Someone Else’s Baby is published by Hera Books on 25 July 2019.

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Sisters of Willow House - blog tour


Title: Sisters of Willow House        

Author:  Susanne O’Leary  

Publication Day: 26/07/19

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A heart-warming novel about the bond between sisters, set along Ireland’s windswept shores, where romance beckons and secrets unfold…
Roisin McKenna and her husband Cian are taking time apart. Unsure of what she wants, Roisin’s prayers are answered when she receives a call from her sister Maeve who is desperate for her help.

Roisin heads to Sandy Cove to help Maeve restore their aunt’s gorgeous tumbledown mansion Willow House and soon all she has time to focus on are its crumbling walls. Despite a shocking announcement from Maeve and hidden secrets in the house’s rafters, Roisin begins to feel a sense of self she’s been missing for years.

The ties that bind Roisin to her husband seem to be unfurling in the Irish wind, when she unexpectedly stumbles into a mysterious man on the beach. Suddenly, she’s swept up in the idea of another life she could lead…

The restoration may have brought the sisters back together, but as a storm rolls over the coast Roisin feels sure she must make a choice. 
Will her time at Willow House teach her the precious lessons she needs to return home or has the cove called to her in ways she’d never imagined it could?
Fans of Sheila O’Flanagan, Debbie Macomber and Mary Alice Monroe will be swept away by Sandy Cove.

My review

Many years ago when I lived in Ireland the only books I read was from Irish authors. This is a great story that brought me back to those amazing authors. 

Maeve asks her sister Roisin to help her restore their aunts mansion Willow House. Is a break from her husband what Roisin needs?

Great story with some really likeable characters. A feel good holiday read that I’ll certainly be recommending to others. I’m looking forward to reading more from this author.

Author Bio:
Susanne O'Leary is the bestselling author of fifteen novels, mainly in the romantic fiction genre. She has also written three crime novels and two in the historical fiction genre. She has been the wife of a diplomat (still is), a fitness teacher and a translator. She now writes full-time from either of two locations, a ramshackle house in County Tipperary, Ireland or a little cottage overlooking the Atlantic in Dingle, County Kerry. When she is not scaling the mountains of said counties (including MacGillycuddy's Reeks, featured in Full Irish), or keeping fit in the local gym, she keeps writing, producing a book every six months.

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I Can’t Tell You Why- blog tour


I Can’t Tell You Why

Having an affair is inconceivable to Dani and yet she’s having one with Alex. He’s married, he’s an actor and she’s his agent.

Then Dani meets Sean, a paparazzi photographer with a formidable reputation. It’s a profession that makes him unpredictable at best. A dangerous trait when his motivation to expose becomes personal.

Dani knows she’s made mistakes. She also knows she’s not the first person who wilfully hurt someone they love and is simply unable to explain why.

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Elaine spent 25 years working in marketing and communications in the media and entertainment industries. This included seven years marketing national newspapers and a variety of senior executive roles in TV, radio and film. I Can’t Tell You Why is her first novel.

Elaine lives in North London with her husband and their two sons. When she’s not writing, she can be found looking harassed on the school run, cheering on the side lines of her sons’ football matches or singing her heart out at her local branch of Popchoir.

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Thursday, 25 July 2019

Death - new release


Death by C.M. Radcliff is now live!!
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Surrounded by violence and hatred, I was born with a target on my back.
The monsters sought after me, slowly tainting my soul.
A person can only withstand so much before they snap.
I’m a grenade and they pulled the pin.
Tick, tock; the clock’s running out.

We all come into this world, sentenced to death.
And when he calls, we have to answer.

As for me, I’ll be making the calls.
I am Death.
This is NOT a ROMANCE. This is dark, depraved, and is intended for a mature audience 18+.


This will undoubtably be in my top reads this year. 

Curtis has never had it easy. His story pulled me through so many emotions. A character who I shouldn’t have liked but a story told in a way I couldn’t help but feel for him. 

Be warned this book is not for everyone. If your like me and you love dark mess with your head kinda reads then jump into this. I will certainly be re reading this soon. Can’t wait to read more from this author. 

🖤C.M. Radcliff lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two demon children. Known as the Psycho Queen, she speaks fluent sarcasm, dark humor, and has the mouth of a sailor. If she isn't reading or writing, she's probably on an adventure with her little family. 🖤

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The Single Mums Move On- blog tour


The Single Mums Move On – Janet Hoggarth
About the book

Can neighbours become more than good friends...
After her husband left her, Ali and her daughter Grace enjoyed living in what became known as 'the Single Mums' Mansion'. However, with her best friends Amanda and Jacqui moving on, it's time for Ali and Grace to make their own way. Thankfully, a chance conversation leads to them moving into the infamous South London gated community known only as 'The Mews'.
In 'The Mews' everyone lives in each other's pockets and curtain twitching is an Olympic sport. The neighbours are an eclectic bunch – from Nick the alleged spy, Carl the gorgeous but clearly troubled Idris Elba lookalike, to Debbie who is about to face the hardest fight of her life, and TV agent Samantha who is not as in control as she likes to pretend.
Each day brings another drama, but along with the tears, real friendships grow. And her neighbours' problems might unlock the key to something Ali has yearned for all along...
Based on a true story – you'll never be able to look at your neighbours quite the same way again... 
Perfect for fans of Marian Keyes, Mhairi McFarlane and Helen Fielding.


Here comes the bride, sixty inches wide… Ali, you bloody heifer, why did you eat so much at Christmas? I silently fumed. My embonpoint was bursting out of my prom-style bridesmaid’s dress, causing mild upper thorax asphyxiation and creating a fleshy shelf upon which I could probably rest a round of drinks. An irksome label was irritating my back; it hadn’t been there when I’d tried the dress on in Coast months ago. I was like a dog chasing its tail, unable to reach the label without shedding the entire outfit. I couldn’t face wrestling my boobs back into the dress so I left it as it was.
Jacqui, in a better-fitting version of my dress, her hair a stunning blond Farrah Fawcett bouffant, zipped a jittery Amanda into her striking grey chiffon ball gown.
‘Five minutes, girls,’ I warned Amanda’s daughters, Isla and Meg.
They nodded, dressed in their identical dusky-pink John Lewis bridesmaids’ dresses, delicate fresh gypsophila flower crowns adorning both their heads like angelic halos. Sonny, Amanda’s little boy, was the ring-bearer, waiting with Chris at the town hall in a mini-me dark grey suit, a picture-perfect box-fresh family. Amanda’s dad, suited and booted, sat on the over-stuffed blue velvet armchair by the door, looking like he was recounting his speech in his head. I felt a sharp pain below my ribs; Dad was never going to make a speech or walk me down the aisle in the vintage cream lace dress I’d always imagined myself in, even if I actually got that far. My latest boyfriend, Ifan, had spouted all sorts of romantic shit when we’d first met a year ago in Kebab and Stab after Jacqui’s leaving drinks. He’d recited Dylan Thomas to me in bed and said he couldn’t wait for me to have his babies, but as soon as he moved in three months later, real life tightened the drawstring on the blissful honeymoon period.
‘He’s so handsome!’ Jacqui had swooned after I’d sent her a picture. ‘You finally got the rock-star boy you always wanted.’
Ifan worked in an achingly trendy men’s clothes shop in Covent Garden and had aspirations of becoming a model after posing for a few moody Instagram photo shoots for the store. He was certainly pretty enough and young enough (eight years my junior at thirty-three) and an improvement on all the hideous men I’d encountered in my recent dating past. We had spent the first week together tucked up in bed incessantly shagging – he was a veritable Clit Eastwood – until I was struck down with killer cystitis, weeing razor blades every time I went to the loo. I had to sneak him out under cover of darkness before my five-year-old daughter, Grace, surfaced. She slept in my bed so Ifan and I had appropriated the spare room as our shagging palace, a broom cupboard with a narrow single bed armed with a sagging mattress rammed against one wall like a coffin awaiting a corpse. I had earmarked it for Grace when we moved in, but the damp was now so tenacious that her clothes in the wardrobe had started growing mould on them, and I couldn’t afford anywhere else, even with housing benefit. I wanted to be near my friends, Amanda and Ursula, but flats in East Dulwich were so out of my league.

About the author

Janet Hoggarth has worked on a chicken farm, as a bookseller, children’s book editor and DJ with her best friend (under the name of Whitney and Britney). She has published several children’s books, the most recent ones written under the pseudonym of Jess Bright. Her first adult novel The Single Mums’ Mansion,a huge bestseller, was based on her experiences of living communally as a single parent.
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