Turn The Other Way- blog tour

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Book Description: 

Sometimes revenge is the deadliest game of all.

A derelict farmhouse in the Essex countryside.

A deranged family. 

Innocent victims picked at random.

If you're chosen, Turn The Other Way.

Simon Bairstow is a top London surgeon. He's performed dozens of life-saving operations. But something goes horribly wrong. The machine Eve Johnson is attached to flatlines, and suddenly her parent's world has collapsed.

They're hellbent on revenge, someone to answer for the horrific error that's been made.

Noah and Jess are driving home on a busy dual carriageway and stuck in traffic. They hear thumping coming from the back doors of the transit van in front of them. When Noah steps out onto the road, he hears muffled screams. 

He opens the back doors and what he sees shocks him to the core.

The van pulls off, spilling Noah onto the road.

Ignoring his wife's plea to leave it, he hits the accelerator in pursuit of the van.

Chloe's parents are missing. She hasn't seen them since they left the party in Hampstead on Friday night. She needs answers, deciding to take matters into her own hands. 

A serial killer is stalking the streets of Islington in North London late at night leaving his victims in a horrific way. 

The press have dubbed him the Angel Attacker.

A terrifying tale of revenge with a twist that will hit you like a sledgehammer.

What authors have said about Stuart James.

Lisa Hall, author of The Party and Between You and me: Tense and thrilling, with an ending you won’t see coming. 

John Marrs, author of The Good Samaritan and The Wronged Son: Fans of Mark Edwards will very much enjoy. Definitely a 

writer to look out for.

Natasha Harding, The Sun newspaper: A spooky read that will grab your attention from the very first page. 

Jennifer Jayne, USA Today best selling author of Malice, Disturbed and The Stranger: Great job. Well-crafted, deliciously 

twisty and kept me glued to the pages. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 I have always loved scary stories, especially ones that shocked me, left me terrified, looking under my bed or in the wardrobe before going to sleep.

There was just a fantastic buzz whenever I watched or read something that took my breathe away.

I remember going to my nan’s house in Ireland as a youngster with my mother and sister, on the West Coast, staying in a cottage, surrounded by miles of fields and my family sitting around the table in the kitchen at night telling ghost stories. Going out and exploring derelict farmhouses in the middle of nowhere. I remember clearly the field at the end of the road was supposed to be haunted by headless nuns.

My cousins often remind me of the great times we had, frightening each other and running for our lives whenever we’d see something that didn’t look right.

This is why I love nothing more than to tell a story.

I started writing two years ago, penning The House On Rectory Lane.

I got the idea from something that has often seemed scary to me. I know that a terrifying story has to be something that you’re frightened of doing, something that makes the hairs stand on the back of your neck, something that fills you with dread, yet also with excitement.

To me, the thought of going to a house in the middle of nowhere, upping and leaving a busy town and moving to the country is something that scares lots of people and me: the seclusion, the quiet, the darkness.

That’s what inspired me to write my first novel.

My second thriller is called Turn The Other Way.

I have multiple stories running, past and present. A family who want answers from the surgeon responsible for their daughter’s death.

A young woman looking for her parents after they go missing from a party.

A couple driving home and hearing screams for help from the back of the van in front of them.

A serial killer on the loose in North London, dragging victims off the street.

I’m so grateful when people not only read my thrillers but also take the time to get in touch and leave a review. To me, that is the greatest feeling, hearing from people that have enjoyed my work. I know then that I’m doing something right.

I’m currently working on my new thriller, Apartment Six, which should be released later this year. 

I’m 45, married and have two beautiful children. Currently, I’m a full-time plumber but would love nothing more than to make a living from my writing. 

I hope I write stories and people continue to enjoy them for years to come. That would be completely amazing and a dream come true.

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MY REVIEW

My first but certainly not my last read by this author. I read this within twenty four hours and if my family had have left me alone I’d have read it quicker. Once I started I didn’t want to put it down. Talk about sucking you right in!!

This is a brilliantly written story that had me on the edge of my seat. Just when I thought I knew what way the story was going the author threw a twist at me. I seriously didn’t know what way to think.

I’m not gonna rehash the story for you. If you like psychological reads that lean more to horror then this could be the story for you. I’m really looking forward to reading more from this author in the future. 

Review: Turn The Other Way

Turn The Other Way by Stuart James
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

My first but certainly not my last read by this author. I read this within twenty four hours and if my family had have left me alone I’d have read it quicker. Once I started I didn’t want to put it down. Talk about sucking you right in!!

This is a brilliantly written story that had me on the edge of my seat. Just when I thought I knew what way the story was going the author threw a twist at me. I seriously didn’t know what way to think.

I’m not gonna rehash the story for you. If you like psychological reads that lean more to horror then this could be the story for you. I’m really looking forward to reading more from this author in the future.

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Gods Acre - blog tour

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God’s Acre by Dee Yates

About the author

Born and brought up in the south of England, the eldest girl of nine children, Dee moved north to Yorkshire to study medicine. She remained there, working in well woman medicine and general practice and bringing up her three daughters. She retired slightly early at the end of 2003, in order to start writing, and wrote two books in the next three years. In 2007 she moved further north, to the beautiful Southern Uplands of Scotland. Here she fills her time with her three grandsons, helping in the local museum, the church and the school library, walking, gardening and reading. She writes historical fiction, poetry and more recently non-fiction. Occasionally she gets to compare notes with her youngest sister Sarah Flint who writes crime with blood-curdling descriptions which make Dee want to hide behind the settee.

About the book

As the drums of war begin to beat louder on the continent, and life becomes more dangerous in cities, seventeen year-old Jeannie McIver leaves the comfort of her Aunt’s house in Glasgow, to head to the wilds of the Scottish Uplands to start life as a Land Girl.

Jeannie soon falls in love with life on the busy Scottish hill farm, despite all of its hardships and challenges. She feels welcomed by the Cunningham family who value and cherish her far more than her own rather remote and cold parents, and the work is rewarding.

She even finds her interest piqued by the brooding, attractive Tam, the son of the neighbouring farmer, and a sweet romance between them slowly blossoms. But even in the barren hills, they can’t avoid the hell of war, and as local men start disappearing off to fight at the Front, Jeannie’s idyllic life starts to crumble.

Those left behind try desperately to keep the home fires burning, but then Jeannie makes one devastating decision which changes the course of her and Tam’s lives forever.

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EXTRACT

2. Tam

September 2001

Tam opened the door of the cottage and sniffed the air. He took a cautious step outside, feeling the frozen ruts of the mud uneven beneath his feet. He scowled. Why hadn’t he dug potatoes from the ground yesterday, before this hard frost set in, making the salvaging of this late crop a difficult, if not impossible, task? He hesitated, but then, with a sigh of resignation, plodded to the small outhouse tacked onto the end of his cottage. If he didn’t make the effort, there would be no dinner. Lifting his fork from the two nails that held it clear of the mud floor, he swung the metal bucket off the ground and made his way with slow steps to the vegetable plot.

The familiar smell of brassicas greeted him on his arrival at the bottom of the garden. Sinking his hand deep into his trouser pocket, he retrieved an ancient, bone-handled penknife and sliced through the stem of a hearty cabbage. He wiped the knife on his trousers and paused, looking at it, his hand on the blade, before folding it into its sheath and dropping it back into the fluffy, soiled depths of his pocket. He stood a long moment, gazing unblinking down the valley side, where, below him, the burn from the village fed into the river. When his eyes began to water with the cold, he wiped the sleeve of his jacket across them, picked up the fork from its resting place against the trunk of the cherry tree and jabbed it into the ground, levering up the soil in unyielding lumps to reveal the firm creamy potatoes beneath.

When the bucket was half full, he stopped abruptly. With a swift intake of breath, he clutched his hand to his chest, his face creased with pain. He remained motionless, knowing from experience that this was the quickest way to disperse the discomfort. He should have known better than to have left the relative comfort of his house on a day such as this. After a few minutes, the tightness ebbed away like a tide on the turn. He stood a minute longer, unwilling to risk too soon a movement, his eyes turning again to a perusal of the field and the tinkling burn below his garden. At last, he bent, picked up the remaining two or three potatoes and threw them into the bucket, where they came to rest with a clang and a thud.

His walk up the slope of the grass was slower than the outward journey and by the time he reached the shed he was panting for breath. Always methodical, he hung the fork back on the nails and shut the door, picking up the bucket again and carrying it to the cottage. Neighbours would have suggested he leave the potatoes in the shed until needed. But why give the mice the opportunity of feasting on his dinner before it had even reached his plate? He stepped into the entry, wiped his feet on the rough mat and shut the door firmly against the cold.

Beneath a shelf that ran the length of the kitchen hung several pans, ancient and blackened with use. Tam unhooked one and steadied the heaviness of it with his hands. They had been his mother’s, these pans, and, for all he knew, her mother’s before that. He filled it with cold water, placed it on the wooden draining board and began to peel the potatoes. It was quiet in the cottage. The only sounds were the occasional grunt from the old man and a soft plop as another potato was added to the water.

At last he was done. He picked up the peeled potatoes and turned to lift them onto the stove when a second spasm of tightness gripped him. Letting go of the saucepan so it hit the ring with a jolt that sent water cascading over its rim and down the front of the oven, he sat down abruptly on the kitchen chair behind him. A cat put its head round the door and, strolling over, wound itself round his legs. At first, overwhelmed by the paroxysm, he took no notice of it, but as the pain once more ebbed away, he bent down and fondled the creature’s neck.

‘Come to look after your old friend in his hour of need, have you, Tabitha? Aye, at times like these, it’s good to have a woman about the house, so it is.’

The cat gave an answering purr, rubbed herself against Tam’s boots one more time and walked sedately to her bowl.

‘Oh, so it’s milk you’re wanting, is it? I didnae think it was only to show me love and affection that you were here.’

He reached for an enamel jug that stood on the table, sniffed it out of habit and, with a shaking hand, began to pour a small amount into the cat’s bowl. The milk slopped over the edge onto the lino and the cat obligingly began to lick up the spill, before starting on what was in her dish.

Born Bad - blog tour

Born Bad by Heather Burnside

About the author

Heather Burnside spent her teenage years on one of the toughest estates in Manchester and she draws heavily on this background as the setting for many of her novels. After taking a career break to raise two children Heather enrolled on a creative writing course. Heather now works full-time on her novels from her home in Manchester, which she shares with her two grown-up children.

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About the book

Brother and sister Peter and Adele Robinson never stood a chance. Dragged up by an alcoholic, violent father, and a weak, beaten mother, their childhood in Manchester only prepared them for a life of crime and struggle. But Adele is determined to break the mould. She studies hard at school and, inspired by her beloved grandmother Joyce, she finally makes a successful life for herself on her own.

Peter is not so lucky. Getting more and more immersed in the murky world of crime and gangs, his close bonds with Adele gradually loosen until they look set to break altogether.

But old habits die hard, and one devastating night, Adele is forced to confront her violent past. Dragged back into her worst nightmares, there's only one person she can turn to when her life is on the line – her brother Peter. After all, blood is thicker than water...

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MY REVIEW

I kinda read these wrong and ended up reading book two Blood Ties before I read Born bad. As these are part of Manchester Trilogy I do recommend you do the opposite of me and read in order.

Having said that I absolutely loved this story. I now get Peter and Adele’s back story. Adele is working hard at school for her A levels. Her brother is the complete opposite and ends up turning to crime. 

I’m not going to spoil it for you so I’ll leave it there. I really enjoyed this story and ended up reading it in a day. I can’t wait to read more from this author. 

A View to a Kilt - blog tour

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A View to a Kilt – Wendy Holden

About the book

Forget about Cool Britannia and Gallic Chic. Scotland is having a fashion moment...

London's most glamorous glossy magazine is in trouble. Advertising revenues are non existent, and if editor Laura Lake can't pick them up, she's out of a job.

According to those in the know, Scotland is having a fashion moment. Haggis tempura is on Michelin-starred menus, smart spas are offering porridge facials, and a chain of eco-hotels is offering celebrity bagpipe lessons. So Laura's off to a baronial estate in the Scottish Highlands to get a slice of this ultra-high-end market.

It's supposed to be gorgeous, glitzy and glamorous. But intrigue follows Laura like night follows day. And at Glenravish Castle – a shooting lodge fit for a billionaire – Laura finds herself hunting for a scoop that won't just save her job, it could save her life...

EXTRACT

Famous for break-up songs like ‘You Fat-Shamed Me On Facebook’, Hudson was a pop star of such magnitude she could bring governments down with a single tweet. Not that she ever troubled to; Hudson Grater’s focus was, first and always, Hudson Grater.

‘Ah yes,’ Laura said, when Lorne, apparently realising he was revealing more than he was supposed to, abruptly shut up. ‘I know Hudson well.’

Lorne’s small, sharp eyes widened. ‘You know her?’ The eyes swept swiftly over Laura who did not, admittedly, look like the bosom friend of a megastar. Now, as always, she was wearing black jeans, a tight blue shirt, heeled Chelsea boots and a long beige trench. Her long black hair had not been brushed since lunchtime and her sole nod to make-up was red lipstick and a flick of eyeliner.

This had been Laura’s unvarying look since she’d first come to London some years ago. She had been surprised and relieved to find that her personal style, arrived at in Paris entirely through lack of money, was considered in the British capital the height of Gallic chic. People even thought her hair, whose fringe she cut with kitchen scissors, was the work of a top stylist.

‘She used to go out with a friend of mine,’ Laura told Lorne. It was nothing less than the truth. Laura had met Hudson Grater during the ‘Three Weddings’ story. At the time, the singer had been dating Laura’s friend Caspar, a resting actor who, following an unexpected sequence of events, had become the latest James Bond. His predecessor as Bond, who Hudson had also dated, was an actor called Orlando Chease. Together they had been known as CheaseGrater.

Lorne gasped. ‘Not Dominic Clutterbox?’

Hudson had a weakness for posh English actors and Clutterbox was the latest. The relationship had, as they always did, ended acrimoniously. Her latest break-up hit, ‘Didn’t Realise You Wore A Wig,’ was currently topping the charts.

‘No,’ said Laura, ‘but who knew he wore a wig, anyway? His hair always looked so natural.’

They were happily discussing this when Lorne’s phone rang. He stepped away to answer it and Laura was left wondering where, exactly, Harry had got to. It still felt odd even expecting him to turn up – for so many years his whereabouts had been a complete mystery. Their relationship had involved long periods apart, during which Harry would suddenly appear and make passionate love to her before shrugging on his leather jacket and disappearing into the dawn.

Recalling this, Laura felt a faint pang of regret. Living like that had been frustrating, but also exciting. Now Harry had, at a vastly inflated salary, been persuaded by his newspaper to run the foreign desk, rather than merely be one of its reporters, things were… What was the word?

Cosier? Boring?

Certainly they were less thrilling. Sometimes they were even annoying. A classical music fan, Harry was obsessed with Radio 3. He played it all the time in the kitchen and it got into Laura’s brain; she would wake in the night with violins screeching in her head. She wasn’t sure about Harry’s slippers, either. A heatless flat during an early posting to Moscow had rendered him ultra-susceptible to cold. But while the cause was dashing, the effect – a pair of moth-eaten moccasins with the backs trodden down – was middle-aged. And Harry turned up Laura’s radiators to such an extent she sometimes stood outside the door to cool down.

‘In what sense is this a riverside development?’ Laura asked Lorne when he had finished his call. He was looking sharp and impatient again; their brief moment of connection over Dominic Clutterbox’s hair was evidently over.

‘I can’t see the river at all. We must be about five streets back from it.’

Lorne assured her that you got a fine view of it from the upper floors. ‘But we’re looking at one on the second floor,’ Laura pointed out.

The Corkscrew’s glass doors now sprang back to reveal a tall broad-shouldered figure in a long dark coat. It took a second or two to register this was Harry; his smart new office look had taken some getting used to. The never-washed jeans and the eternal leather jacket, in which he’d once practically slept, had become smart suits worn with shirts, if not ties. Harry loped towards them, newspaper tucked under his arm, his dark, handsome face creased with irritation.

About the author

Number-one bestselling author Wendy Holdenwas a journalist on Tatler, The Sunday Times, and the Mail on Sunday before becoming an author. She has since written ten consecutive Sunday TimesTop Ten bestsellers. She lives in Derbyshire. Vist her website at www.wendyholden.net

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Review: Fade

Fade by Ashley Munoz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Although I didn’t read At First Sight, A Fade Novella, I recommend you do before reading Fade. I’ll certainly be going back and reading it.

Laney and Jackson thought that was it but fate intervened and threw them together again.

I really liked how the author portrayed Laney and Jackson I thought they came across as real and relatable. I really liked them both and was so rooting for them.

Looking forward to reading more from this author in the future.


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Review: Born Bad

Born Bad by Heather Burnside
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I kinda read these wrong and ended up reading book two Blood Ties before I read Born bad. As these are part of Manchester Trilogy I do recommend you do the opposite of me and read in order.

Having said that I absolutely loved this story. I now get Peter and Adele’s back story. Adele is working hard at school for her A levels. Her brother is the complete opposite and ends up turning to crime.

I’m not going to spoil it for you so I’ll leave it there. I really enjoyed this story and ended up reading it in a day. I can’t wait to read more from this author.

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Review: Take

Take by Pam Godwin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is book five in the Deliver series. Each book is amazing and must be read in order.

When I read of Tiago in Devastate I was really looking forward to reading his story. Take was epic and so much more. It certainly blew my expectations.

Your not gonna get any spoilers from me of Tiago and Kate’s story. Nothing. Nada. I will say I absolutely love these two characters. I was really rooting for Tiago. Yes I’m warped lol read it for yourself and disagree lol

I’m in awe of this author. Just when I think I’ve read her best book she releases another and blows my mind. I can’t wait to read more from her. A must read for lovers of dark 🖤

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Tears of Gold (Tears of Ink #3) by Anna Bloom

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Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis

All of Faith Hitchin’s rules are broken, shattered forever with a promise made in front of glass.

It should be easy; plan a wedding, prepare for a TV show and spend her life with the man she loves.

But, the demons of the past don’t care about rules and promises. As Elijah and Faith try to carve a life for themselves, deep secrets long buried will come to challenge them one final time.  Old friendships will break her heart as her past and present clash with tragic results.

While Faith faces the memories of her shattered childhood and the Fairclough’s play games with her future. Will she be strong enough to stand firm and not run? 

When her ultimate challenge arrives, Faith will need to decide what sort of woman she wants to be. Will she remember the promises made with gold before her tears run free forever?

MY REVIEW

This is the second book in the series  so make sure you read Tears of Ink first. After that cliffhanger I couldn’t wait to read this and I’m delighted I wasn’t disappointed.

Eli and Faiths story continues and what a story it is too. These two are such fantastic characters. Two totally different kinda people yet they are so good together. 

This is a brilliant read. We get to read more of their past so we get to know them more. This is one brilliant roller coaster of a story that I absolutely loved. Can’t wait to read more from this author.

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The Disgraceful Lord Gray

A spy on a mission…Until he meets this heiress!

Miss Theodora Cranford’s learned to keep her impetuous nature locked away. She won’t be deceived by another man who can’t see past her fortune. She wants an honourable, sensible sort – not a self-assured scoundrel like her new neighbour, Lord Gray. Although she’s sure there’s more to him than meets the eye… But after that first captivating kiss, she's certainly left wanting more!

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Author Bio – 

When Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Fortunately, the lovely people at Harlequin Mills & Boon took pity on her and decided to publish her romances, but it still takes her forever to fall asleep.

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