#BlogBlitz #Review #Giveaway #ChristmasOnTheThames by Lauren Westwood | @lwestwoodwriter @rararesources

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book blurb

Worlds collide when two strangers meet at Waterloo station. It’s a moment they’ll never forget. Perfect for the fans of Milly Johnson.

Christmas is a joyous time, but not everyone is merry and bright.

Nicola is a rising star at the top of the corporate ladder, but her personal life is a disaster. Her office affair has lost its allure, and the last thing she wants to think about is Christmas. A night of cancelled trains and festive Christmas carols at Waterloo Station is just about the last straw…

Dmitri loves conducting his pop-up choir during the festive season, meeting people, and spreading joy and cheer around London. But he carries deep secrets from his past that robbed him of his dream to become a concert pianist.

Can their hearts and souls be unlocked by music and moonlight and will they discover the healing power of love?

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Ibooks: Moonlight on the Thames

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meet the author

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Lauren Westwood writes romantic women’s fiction, and is also an award-winning children’s writer. Originally from California, she now lives in England in a pernickety old house built in 1602, with her partner and three daughters.

Social Media Links –

facebook: @Lwestwoodbooks;

twitter: @lwestwoodwriter;

web: http://www.laurenwestwoodwriter.com;

instagram: @lwestwoodwriter;

Goodreads: Lauren Westwood;

Booktrail

https://www.thebooktrail.com/book-trails/moonlight-on-the-thames/  (this is a third-party site).

Playlist

(music plays a big part in the book):
http://www.laurenwestwoodwriter.com/playlist

michelle review

This is the first book i have read from this author Lauren Westwood.

I really enjoyed this book and found it very captivating from the start. I quickly read the first few chapters and was instantly hooked.

There are a few twists and turns which are sometimes sad as well as romantic and poetic.

It is not your usual Christmas chick lit book and the characters Nicola and Dmitri are very different at the beginning, but it soon becomes apparent that they both have hidden dark secrets……

The cover to the book is very appealing and made me want to read this book and I was not disappointed.

I can’t wait to read further books from this author.

5 APPLES

 

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#12DaysOfClinkStreet – #Excerpt #Hit by P.S. Bridge | @authoright @fayerogersuk

Welcome to the 12 Days of Clink Street!

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Hit by P. S. Bridge

Hit

Title: Hit (Mark King #1)

Author: P. S. Bridge

Release Date: 27th July 2017

Genre: Thriller

Page Count: 300

Publisher: Clink Street Publishing

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35492995-hit

Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hit-P-S-Bridge-ebook/dp/B071G9Y6HL

book blurb

A terrorist threat, a sinister organisation, and a threat to the security of the free world.

Renowned British lawyer and Sandhurst military academy dropout, Mark Lucas King is assigned the case of his career: to prosecute known terrorist Mohammed Al-Azidi.

All King wants is justice and to do his job successfully. But his peaceful life is shattered when a team of merciless hitmen targets him and his family and the court case collapses. Framed for assault and suspected of his wife’s murder, King must leave his legal career behind and go back to his old career as a British Army sniper in order to catch those responsible and hold them to account. Mark King’s brand of justice doesn’t involve a court room.

Forced to battle against highly trained hitmen to clear his name, King discovers that a sinister organisation known as Invictus Advoca is operating behind the scenes. What is their connection to him and the Al-Azidid case?

As the hunt for those responsible takes him far across Europe, can Mark unravel the mysteries that shroud this secretive organisation and peel back the layers to discover why he and his family have found themselves the target of professional hitmen?

Time is not on Mark King’s side as he races to prevent a global terror threat, discover who killed his wife, and find out who wants him dead, and why.

excerpt

Prologue

Syria, Three months ago

Two black Agusta A109 Grand helicopters surveyed the landscape as they hurtled towards the rendezvous point just south of their current location. They cut through the air, flying low, and kicked up clouds of smoke as they landed just opposite a stone building, one of the few still standing after the destruction of the previous few days. Seven heavily armed men got out, wearing scarfs to cover their faces against the flying dust and dirt as they hurried towards the building away from the rush and noise of the rotor blades downdraft. A young man, dressed as if ready for battle, got out wearing a scarf over his lower face, and Aviator sunglasses. He was carrying a small black Heckler & Koch MP5-K sub-machine gun, and he had a large Kabar army knife, sheathed in his belt. He checked his silver Rolex watch and looked around him to make sure they had not been intercepted or followed. The other armed men stood on guard either side of the doorway of the stone building as he marched through the doorway and into the darkness. Two guards then stood guard in the doorway, gripping their AK-47s tightly.

The convoy of yellowish brown four-by-fours kicked up clouds of dust as they rumbled through the war-torn brown landscape, destroyed by drone attacks and Syrian airstrikes.

Twenty-two months of war had transformed the once thriving town into a barren, derelict wasteland. From his window, MI6 agent Nathanial Williams scoured the ruined buildings behind a pair of Aviators in shock at the utter devastation which had been wreaked on this town, only days before.

The convoy rumbled on its dusty journey as the attaché from the National Defence Force’s Government counterinsurgency force spoke in Syrian to the interpreter sat next to Agent Williams, pointing out key stronghold positions which were active only days before their arrival.

At night, it was a no-go area for anyone, with militia still trying actively to recoup lost ground. The surrounding hills, once inviting, were now foreboding and scarred where mortar shells and artillery shelling had burst upon its surface, causing it to resemble the surface of the moon.

‘We capture this town two days ago. Much killing here. Syrian air force they try to drive back insurgent militia until drone strike.’

Williams turned suddenly.

‘Wait, what, a drone strike did all this damage?’ he asked, shocked at what the interpreter said.

The attaché, a man in his mid-forties who didn’t speak English, looked confused at Williams. Williams, forgetting the need for the interpreter, apologised and turned to the interpreter, asking the same question for him to ask the attaché. He waited patiently for the response.

‘Young boys used play football here. “Middle class” people meet and cook dinner, listen to music all night long. Gone now,’ he relayed to Williams.

The interpreter pointed down the road and waved his arm around.

‘He say cedar trees used grow along all three side,’ he translated as he waited for the attaché to continue.

‘No more. Taken for firewood.’

Williams shook his head in disbelief. He had worked mainly in Europe and this was his first time in a war zone.

The interpreter patted him on the arm to get his attention. Williams’ attention was taken away to huts, lining the roadside, with their tin roofs stripped off, probably to be used by the swathes of refugees who either passed through here or moved from here to escape the approaching onslaught.

‘He says drone strikes like this happen all of time. He said western governments, mostly Americans, they know when Al-

Azidi meets his commanders and they target him two days ago.’

Agent Williams nodded and turned back to look out of the window before their driver, also with the National Defence Force, and dressed in National Defence Force uniform, motioned that they had arrived. Williams jumped out first, his weapon at the ready. The group, made up of six men, mostly from the National Defence Force and one agent, Todd Greamer, from the CIA, huddled together next to the lead vehicle, out of sight of the stone building ten feet away.

‘Right, I want two at the back, two to provide cover fire and Greamer and I will go in the front,’ he commanded in an authoritative, Scottish tone. Greamer nodded, and the interpreter relayed the message to their attaché. Williams rolled his eyes, frustrated with the language barrier and Greamer laughed silently, shaking his head. Williams waited until they were all clear on what to do and they crept out from behind the vehicle towards the building.

Within seconds, they were met by a volley of automatic gunfire and dived for cover, shouting instructions at each other as the bullets bounced off the dry, crumbled stone around them. There were few areas of cover out here and Williams’ heart beat faster. He had been separated from his interpreter and attaché and he looked desperately around for Greamer, who had found cover alongside a pile of rock further up the road.  Greamer nodded to him and Williams nodded back, motioning that he thought there were eight or more men inside.

With a keen and well trained eye, he noticed several men exit the rear of the building on foot, towards a Jeep, whose driver was already looking panicked.

‘Looks like we interrupted your meeting, Azidi,’ Williams said aloud as he motioned for Greamer to follow him. The two men managed only a few steps before one of those fleeing turned and opened fire on them. Williams and Greamer scattered, avoiding the bullets ripping up the ground between them. They were back on track in seconds but the Jeep was mobile and heading off among a cloud of dust and smoke. Williams could hear gunfire back at the building behind them and ran towards the lead vehicle in their convoy. He jumped in and started the engine, wheel spinning into the dust as he thundered after Azidi’s vehicle.

Azidi opened fire on them vigorously from the back of the Jeep and Williams threw the steering wheel left and right, swerving to avoid the hail of automatic fire. His windscreen was hit and Williams, in the panic, flung the wheel round sharply to the left, hitting a rock, causing the four-by-four to crash over onto its side as the engine emitted plumes of smoke. There was a satisfied cheer from the Jeep as it quickly vanished out of sight toward the Lebanese mountains. The pursuing vehicles, realising Williams’ plan and having given chase, screeched to a halt at the side of the overturned vehicle. The wheels were still spinning, and the engine was over-revving, smoke billowing out from the undercarriage. Williams was hurt, not badly but enough to draw blood, and he scrambled out of the passenger window which was facing the sky, covered in blood and dirt, looking beaten but OK.

Greamer grabbed his arm and helped to haul him from the wreckage and clear of the vehicle in case the fuel tank had ruptured. It was a good call from Greamer, for as they staggered away from it, the entire vehicle erupted into flames. The men threw themselves at the ground as the shock wave and heat from the fuel tank hit them like a tsunami, throwing them forward. Williams was the first to put his head up, spitting blood and dust as he checked around for everyone else. Greamer was cut but otherwise unharmed. Everyone seemed OK, breathless, but alive. Williams got up and kicked the stones in frustration.

‘I HAD HIM!’ he shouted to Greamer, who was walking towards him reloading his weapon and looking around for snipers.

‘I bloody had him!’ he cried again at Greamer. Greamer nodded as he handed Williams his water tank, which Williams drank from excessively and wiped his sweat-laden, dirty forehead.

‘Don’t worry man, there’ll be another opportunity to get the bastard!’ Greamer reassured Williams before checking the horizon to see the rush of vehicles coming towards them.

‘C’mon man, we gotta get outta here,’ he warned.

Williams agreed and Greamer patted Williams’ back in support as the group ran back to their vehicles. Williams jumped in the front passenger seat, his weapon ready. Greamer jumped in the drivers’ seat and handed his AR-15 tactical defence rifle to Williams. Williams took it and held it at the ready as Greamer wheel-spun the vehicle around and headed off back in the direction they had come. None of them were happy at getting so close to Mohammed Al-Azidi and letting him get away.

An hour later, Williams and Greamer were at a camp where they had spent most of the night before planning their assault on Azidi and gathering intelligence on where his cell would meet next. It had taken months of planning to get to this stage and Williams was angry and disappointed. He spoke quietly but firmly to his associate.

‘We have to report to London immediately. I need you to go to pick up the Azidi trail and report directly when you have a confirmed sighting,’ he ordered.

His associate, a younger agent, nodded and left the tent, leaving Williams to pack the rest of his gear, before heading out to the airport.

 

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#BlogTour #Review #HerFinalConfession by Lisa Regan | @lisalregan @Bookouture

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Title: Her Final Confession    

Author: Lisa Regan  

Publication Day: 28th November 2018

book blurb

Watching her friend dragged away in handcuffs, Josie couldn’t believe for one second that Gretchen had killed that poor boy. Confession or not, someone else was involved. She would find out who…

When the body of a young student is found on the driveway of a local Denton home, a photograph pinned to his collar, Detective Josie Quinn is first on the scene. The house belongs to Gretchen Palmer, a dedicated member of Josie’s team, missing for the last twenty-four hours.

Working around the clock, Josie is stopped in her tracks when Gretchen hands herself in to the police. She knows that there’s no way Gretchen could ever be a killer, so why would she confess to a murder she didn’t commit? 

Digging deep into Gretchen’s secretive life, Josie uncovers a link between the boy, the photograph and a devastating case in Gretchen’s past. But just when Josie thinks she has it all figured out, the bodies of a young couple surface on the other side of town. Can Josie get to the truth in time to save her friend from a life in prison or certain death? 

Absolutely gripping, this unputdownable crime thriller from a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author will leave you gasping for breath. A perfect read for fans of Angela Marsons, Robert Dugoni and Rachel Caine. 

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meet the author

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Lisa Regan is an Amazon bestselling crime novelist.  She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University.  She is a member of Sisters In Crime, Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter. Find out more at her website: www.lisaregan.com

social links

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/Lisa-Regan-189735444395923/

TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Lisalregan

WEBSITE: www.lisaregan.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6443334.Lisa_Regan

review by nicola

A year ago this month I was introduced to Bookouture’s newest author, Lisa Regan. Her 1st book, Vanishing Girls  (review can be found on the blog) blew my mind and a year later book number 4 has just destroyed my reading mind!!

When I’m invited to read a book by Lisa I know what I’m letting myself into…. Her Final Confession was above and beyond what I was expecting.

When Gretchen was brought into the series I was hoping we would get a story that was more focused on her and her back story, she a bit of a closed character (which I liked) but I wasn’t expecting a body on her drive way and I was definitely not expecting the whirlwind story that was within these pages!!

Having read the whole series I knew I was in for some late nights (ok 2 nights as i couldn’t put it down) plenty of gasps and shock plot moves and a handful on no…..no…..NOOOOO! moments. I’ve  loved Joise from the start, she knows how to take her punches and deals with them like a pro. I was a tad worried how she would handle this plot, especially as it’s one of her team in the frame, but she didn’t let me down.

The pace of this story never let up, I was eager to find out what was in the next chapter and kept telling myself

‘one more chapter then put it down’

That never happened as the chapters always seemed to end on a high and I needed to know what was happening next.

This book left me in the same state as the first book, utter shock, absolutely hooked and wanting more. If you love your stories with a full plot, characters that you learn to love and bond with and a story that leaves you with you jaw on the ground, Lisa’s books are for you!

5 APPLES

Now I ask, when’s book 5 out?! Let’s hope it’s not too long of a wait. In the mean time, follow the tour and find out what others thought of Her Final Confession.

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#CoverReveal #DeadMemories by Angela Marsons | @WriteAngie @Bookouture

I am so very proud to be able to reveal Angela Marsosn 10th book cover in the DI Kim Stone series!!

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DEAD MEMORIES by Angela Marsons (Detective Kim Stone Crime Thriller Book 10)

Amazon Pre-order: http://geni.us/B07KYS8SPFCover

book blurb

She ruined their lives.  Now they’re going to destroy hers.

‘Someone is recreating every traumatic point in your life.  They are doing this to make you suffer, to make you hurt and the only possible end game can be death.  Your death.’

On the fourth floor of Chaucer House, two teenagers are found chained to a radiator.  The boy is dead but the girl is alive. For Detective Kim Stone every detail of the scene mirrors her own terrifying experience with her brother Mikey, when they lived in the same tower block thirty years ago.

When the bodies of a middle-aged couple are discovered in a burnt-out car, Kim can’t ignore the chilling similarity to the death of Erica and Keith – the only loving parents Kim had ever known.

Faced with a killer who is recreating traumatic events from her past, Kim must face the brutal truth that someone wants to hurt her in the worst way possible.  Desperate to stay on the case, she is forced to work with profiler Alison Lowe who has been called in to observe and monitor Kim’s behaviour.

Kim has spent years catching dangerous criminals and protecting the innocent.  But with a killer firmly fixed on destroying Kim, can she solve this complex case and save her own life or will she become the final victim?

The heart-stopping and totally addictive new crime thriller from multi-million copy number one bestseller Angela Marsons will have you completely hooked.

Read what everyone is saying about the Detective Kim Stone series:

‘Marsons for me is the QUEEN of this genre. She knows how to add the human touch to each story and I just adore her. Bloody FABULOUS.’ Postcard Reviews

I absolutely loved it!… one of the best crime thrillers I’ve read in a long time, and that includes mainstream authors such as James Patterson! Fiona’s Book Reviews

‘WOW! Did I just read what I thought I read?… I felt totally gut-punched when I finished. Came back to it a day later and re-read the entire book again just to make sure I had read it correctly the first time. Had the stuffing knocked out of me all over again… Totally in awe.’ Goodreads Reviewer, 5 stars

‘It’s Angela Marsons, so five stars, ’nuff said… Gripping, intriguing, thrilling, addictive, fantastic… emotional and heart-breaking… I finished this late, sobbing my heart out… Read this book. Just do it… One of the very best detective series around.’ Deja Read, 5 stars

‘I truly don’t know what to say… Somehow Angela Marsons manages smash the brilliantness of the last book and better it tenfold… A first-class read that I feel will be difficult to top… This has certainly gone onto my 2018 MUST READ list’ ILoveReadinguk, 5 stars

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#CoverReveal #SeaBabies by Tracey Scott-Townsend |@Wildpressed   @authortrace  #LoveBooksGroupTours 

The blog book for 2018 was officially closed until this stunning cover landed in my inbox 😍 how could I not share this with you all?! Both cover and blurb are beautiful and I really hope you check Sea Babies out!

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book blurb

In September 2016, Lauren Wilson is travelling by ferry to the Outer Hebrides, about to begin a new job as a children’s social worker. She’s also struggling to come to terms with the recent drowning of a Sheena, a teenage girl she had deeply cared for.

Engrossed in her book, when somebody sits opposite her at a table on the ferry, Lauren refuses to look up, annoyed at having her privacy disturbed. But a hand is pushing a mug of tea across the table, and a livid scar on the back of the hand releases a flood of memories.

Lauren studies the hand on the table in front of her, the line of the scar drawing a map of the past in her mind. She was the one who created the scar, not long before her relationship with the love of her life ended almost thirty years ago. Lauren hasn’t seen Neil since she walked out of their shared life, unable to forgive either herself or him for a decision he strongly pressured her to make. She’s not ready to meet his eyes, not yet. From his scar to his wrist bone, following his arm upwards and across his shoulder to his collarbone, his chin and the lower part of his face; Lauren remembers incidents from their past and tries to work out what caused their life to go so horribly off-track. When she finally meets his eyes and they speak to each other for the first time, Lauren believes she has set her life on a new course. But her gain will result in losses for others. Is this really what she wants to happen?

Some people believe in the existence of a parallel universe. Does Lauren have a retrospective choice about the outcome of her terrible recent accident, or is it the bearer of that much older scar who has the power to decide what happens to her life now?

The gripping story of Sea Babies is inspired by the vast and raw landscapes of the Outer Hebrides, by the fraught journeys of refugees from one home to the hope of another across the sea, and also by artist Marina Abromovic’s 2010 MoMA performance: The Artist is Present, in which she spent sixty seconds staring into the eyes of her former lover. Set mainly in the Outer Hebrides and Edinburgh from the 1980s to the present, Sea Babies is a potent emotional, psychological drama with a poignant twist in the tale. Sea Babies explores the more difficult aspects of relationships, the idea of choices and responsibility, and the refugee in all of us.

meet the author

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Tracey is the author of The Last Time We Saw Marion, Of His Bones, The Eliza Doll and Another Rebecca. Her fifth novel, Sea Babies will be released on 1st May 2019. Her novels have been described as both poetic and painterly. Her first poetry collection, So Fast was published in January 2018.

Tracey is also a visual artist. All her work is inspired by the emotions of her own experiences and perceptions. Tracey is the mother of four grown-up children and now spends a lot of time travelling in a small camper van with husband Phil and their rescue dogs, Pixie and Luna, gathering her thoughts and writing them down.

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#BlogTour #Review #TheTruthWaits by Susanna Beard | @susannabeard25 @Legend_Press

 

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The Truth Waits by Susanna Beard  Legend Press  November 1st 2018

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Anna has everything worked out – a successful company, all the comforts she needs and no ties. But when she stumbles across the body of a young girl on a deserted beach in Lithuania, everything changes.

Anna is compelled to uncover the story behind the tragedy, despite concern from her partner, Will. Everything points towards sex trafficking, but as she searches, her own deepest secrets start to surface.

When Will disappears without a trace, Anna is pulled further into the murky world of organised crime. Time is running out for them all, and there’s a killer out there who will stop at nothing.

Beard enthrals the reader in this fast-paced psychological crime thriller. Anna serves as the perfect power-house protagonist, her daring escapades leaving the reader questioning: how far should one go to solve a murder?

meet the author

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Susanna is a psychological crime writer who lives in Marlow, Buckinghamshire. Her day job in PR both demands and celebrates writing and she’s helped promote everything from websites to wine. She writes every day, all the time: news, articles, speeches, websites, blogs – and now novels.

She likes dark, contemplative stories with a twist; she’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships and the impact of insignificant events on people’s lives.

Susanna started writing fiction after attending a course at the Faber Academy. Other passions include her dogs, who keep her grounded, and tennis, which clears her brain of pretty much everything.

Visit Susanna’s website: www.susannabeard.com and follow her on Twitter at @susannabeard25

review by nicola

***Before we start I want to mention that this book covers the sex trafficking trade.***

This is my first time venturing onto a Susanna Beard book, the blurb grabbed me instantly And the fact that a body is discovered within the first few chapters is a winner for me!

The story starts off with Anna, stranded in Lithuania thanks to an Ash cloud, a walk along the beach and her whole world stops as she discovers a body of a young teenage girl! How she kept it together is beyond me, she answers the police questions and even socialised at the bar that night…… Me, is be a wreck. At this point I knew I’d like Anna, not all the cards on the table character (I liked that).

For me I enjoy a fast paced book, this one was a bit slower than I’m used to and I felt I was rushing along trying to find out what was happening, so I found myself having to go back and pick up the bits that I missed (totally my fault, I’m just and eager reader).

I loved the plot, the destinations, and little shudders I got from peeking into the sex trafficking trade.

4 APPLES

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Many thanks to Legend Press for my advance copy.

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#BlogTour #TheStoryAfterUs by Fiona Perrin | @fionaperrin @lovebooksgroup #LoveBooksGroupTours

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book blurb

Sometimes the end is just the beginning…

If she tries very hard, Ami can remember when she used to have a dynamic and exciting career and a husband who she loved more than life itself, and who was equally smitten with her…

Now she has two children, a terrifyingly large mortgage, and no idea who she has become – or why she and her husband can’t even be in the same room anymore.

With life as she knew it in tatters around her, Ami is heartbroken, and in no way pulling off ‘consciously uncoupling’ like a celeb. But she’s starting to wonder if she just might come out the other side and be… happier?

As funny as Helen Fielding, as poignantly touching as Marian Keyes, Fiona Perrin’s dazzling debut is a story that is as much about finding out who you really are again, as it is about the exhausting balancing act of motherhood. Unmissable for women everywhere.

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meet the author

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Fiona was a journalist and copywriter before building a career as a sales and marketing director in industry. Having always written, she completed the Curtis Brown Creative Writing course before writing The Story After Us

As a mother and stepmother to four teenagers while holding down a fairly full-on job, she wanted to write grown-up commercial fiction about messy, modern love and families – with all their heartbreak, humour and hope. 

She grew up in Cornwall, hung out for a long time in London and then Hertfordshire, and now she writes as often as possible from her study overlooking the sea at the end of the Lizard Peninsula, back in Cornwall. She’s currently there, writing her second novel for Aria.  

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excerpt

Chapter 1

2017

Lars left me late on a Sunday afternoon in January. He threw a couple of bags into his car and drove off with a puff of smoke that could have been drawn by Walt Disney.

I stood at the top of the steps of our north London house as he disappeared around the corner of the road. I felt as if I were looking down at a sobbing thirty-seven-year-old brunette rather than that I actually was her. There was an overwhelming sense that, after ten years, it was Just Me Again.

But, of course, it wasn’t – now I had the kids. I rushed inside and threw cold water over my face at the kitchen sink, drying myself with a tea towel before I opened the door of the playroom. Four-year-old Finn and six-year-old Tessa were sitting on the sofa, frightened by the rowing and confused by the fact that they were allowed to watch a DVD when the rule was only an hour of screen time a day and that was when I needed to moan and drink wine.

‘Is everything OK, Mummy?’ Finn asked, walking over to kiss me. ‘Jemima’s coming to my party on Saturday. She’s my girlfriend and so is Tallulah. I’m going to marry both of them.’

‘You can only marry one person,’ scoffed his sister. ‘Can’t you, Mummy?’

‘Well,’ I said.

‘Except for Henry VIII,’ said Tess, whose special topic at school this term was the fat, monastery-burning Tudor. ‘When he went off his wives he chopped off their heads. You could chop off Jemima’s head and then marry Tallulah.’

‘But Jemima’s got lovely yellow hair,’ said Finn, clutching me.

‘You’d still have her hair if she was dead. You could keep her head in a corner.’

‘That’s enough, Tess.’ My daughter’s current favourite game was burying dolls in graves in the back garden and topping them with twigs. She also spent quite a lot of time on the floor pretending to be a corpse.

‘Daddy might not be back in time for your party,’ I said in a mock-cheerful voice. ‘He’s got to go away for work again.’ In fact, Lars missing his son’s birthday party had been the reason we’d had the enormous row that afternoon when he’d said he was leaving me and our marriage for good.

‘Oh dear,’ said Finn, who was very used to his father being away for his web business.

‘Can we watch another DVD?’ said Tess, who could spot a weak chink in adult armour a mile off.

I put my head into Finn’s neck so that they couldn’t see my face. ‘Yes,’ I said. How would they cope if we really were getting divorced? I worried so much about the impact all our recent rows were having on them; Tess was already really macabre and splitting with her father for good could only make that worse.

I wanted to crawl under my duvet and stay there in the foetal position, but it was approaching Sunday evening. I needed to do what every other family was doing: find PE kits, pack lunches, move miserably towards Monday while still mourning Saturday.

I rang Liv. ‘It’s the worst row we’ve ever had,’ I said, ‘and he says he’s divorcing me.’ She immediately said she’d come round. Then, like a robot, I made fish fingers, gave Tess and Finn a bath, packed their school bags, put them to bed and read them The Cat in the Hat, making an extra effort with my snarky Cat voice.

‘It’s you,’ I said. ‘Thing One and Thing Two,’ and they giggled. After that I poured myself a giant glass of red wine and waited for Liv on the sitting-room sofa, rocking back and forwards, as I relived the last few hours.

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‘That’s it. We’re getting divorced,’ Lars shouted. It was raining outside. He stuffed paperwork – bills, bank statements – from the kitchen dresser into a bag. I wanted to pull his shirt, tug him so he couldn’t move any more, but instead I just stood and cried.

The argument started because Lars claimed that I hadn’t told him the right date of Finn’s birthday party until it was too late to reorganise his trip to Russia.

It could, however, have been about anything – our arguments had been getting worse over the last few months, despite our going to marriage guidance counselling. They were always about one thing: how Lars spent so much time away for work and less and less time with us, his family.

I knew I’d told him about the party being on the afternoon of Finn’s birthday on Saturday. And why was it my job to remind him of stuff like that anyway?

‘I thought it was on the Sunday and I was going to be back for his birthday evening on Saturday. It’s obviously a mix-up but it’s too late now,’ Lars said. ‘I’ve got to go to Russia.’

‘But we’ve got the Animal Man coming and we’ve sent out all the invitations.’

‘Who’s the Animal Man?’

‘Who do you think he is? He’s a man with animals. Guinea pigs, God knows. He’s the entertainer.’ I sat down at the kitchen table and put my head in my hands. Then I took a deep breath. ‘Are you going to tell Finn?’

‘I’ll tell him the trip’s been booked for weeks and at least he’ll understand. Which is more than you do.’

‘It’s your son’s fifth birthday, Lars. For once, please put your family first. Come to his birthday party.’

‘I’ll be there as soon as I get back from the airport. I’ll still see him on his birthday.’

‘The party will be over by then.’

‘Ami, he’ll have other birthdays, with bigger and better parties. I’ll be at those instead.’

‘The trouble is you know damn well you won’t. You should stop pretending you’ll ever change because we both know it’s bullshit.’

My marriage had turned me into a person who spat out bile like rancid water from a gargoyle. Loving him so much had turned me into someone hateful.

‘That’s it,’ he shouted. ‘I’ve had enough. You go on and on about how bad your life is – so let’s just forget it, shall we? We’ll get divorced and you won’t have to tell me how awful I am to this family all the time.’

We’d both used the ‘D’ word before in the heat of the moment, but still it seemed impossible to me that it would ever happen.

‘How can it be a family when you’re hardly here?’ I whispered. ‘Even when you’re here you’re somewhere else in your head.’

‘I’m thinking about a future for you and the kids. But that’s not good enough for you, is it?’

‘What I want is for us to be equal. I’ve got a business to run too.’ That Monday, I was booked to see the finance director of the tiny advertising agency I’d set up the previous year and I knew he was going to tell me that my balance sheet was looking decidedly unbalanced.

I asked, ‘Lars, do you still love me?’ but he didn’t answer, just ran up the stairs two at a time and threw his clothes into suitcases. I thought I could cope with most things, but I didn’t know whether I could face the fact that he no longer loved me.

He turned from the open wardrobe door and said very quietly, ‘It’s not about whether we love each other any more – that’s not enough.’ This was somehow worse than shouting.

‘Please don’t go,’ I said, following him to the bedroom doorway. I hated myself for my lack of dignity in begging him to stay.

‘I can’t stand it – all we ever do is argue.’

‘We can try…’ I couldn’t carry on with this half-a-marriage, but could I stand to see him finally go?

‘We’ve tried everything.’ His voice was as wintery as the day outside. ‘It’s time to stop trying. I’m leaving, Ami, and I’m leaving for good.’

He said it firmly, as he always did when he’d made a decision.

He carried the bags outside and into the boot of his car, light semi-frozen rain coming down on his white-blond hair so that it stuck to his face. Then he opened the car door, jumped in and drove off.

He was gone and this time it looked as if there was no going back.

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Maria tasted like venom and looked like sin. She was beautiful and poisonous. She was dangerous—way more than I knew at the time, and she never pretended to be anything but my worst nightmare.

I never stood a chance.

Whiskey was bad for me, but in the end, Maria was probably worse.

I was young, too young to have seen the things I had. On the run from my past. Chasing my nightmares away with sex and booze and praying to any god that might be listening to finish me off sooner rather than later.

The day our worlds collided was the day that everything came apart. Our lives were set on a path that none of us could change.

Maria was my Demon.

And whiskey was my escape.

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I found my deliverance in the form of a bottle of whiskey and a woman named Hope.

 

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Hope was the opposite of everything I stood for and believed in; she was innocent and pure and beautiful in a way that was soul deep, yet I couldn’t help falling for her. We only had one night—just mere moments in a lifetime really, but it was enough to change me forever. But Hope? She was my redemption

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Claire C. Riley is a USA Today and International bestselling author with almost twenty novels of various genres to her credit.

A lover of all things dark and dirty, she likes to write characters you love to hate but can’t help falling in-love with. She isn’t afraid to challenge herself, or her readers, to step outside of their comfort zones. 

She also writes under the pen name of Cee Cee Riley, where she writes in the MC romance and post-apocalyptic romance genres.

Claire lives in the United Kingdom with her husband, three daughters and one naughty beagle, where she can be found whiling away her days playing board games with her kids and reading.

Author of:

 Odium The Dead Saga Series 

Odium Origins Series 

Limerence (The Obsession Series) 

Out of the Dark Series,

Twisted Magic,

Beautiful Victim

Blood Claim

Co-authored books with Madeline Sheehan:

Thicker than Blood,

Beneath Blood & Bone,

& Shut Up & Kiss me,

And by Cee Cee Riley:

The Ride or Die a Devil’s Highwaymen MC Novel Series

And coming in November – The Devil’s Highwaymen NOMAD series.

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“Riley’s subtle variances on traditional zombies make for a brilliant read. Odium 3 is a must-read for zombie enthusiasts everywhere.”

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“In a world gone mad, with enemies both alive and dead, Claire C. Riley takes her readers on one hell of a heart-pounding journey alongside a very relatable heroine. Filled with nail-biting twists and turns, Odium isn’t a story you’ll soon forget.”

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#ReleaseDay Fallen Angel part 6 by Tracie Podger

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Fallen Angel, Part 6

 

A continuation of the Fallen Angel Series

 

By Tracie Podger

 

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Italy, the mistress that Brooke can no longer compete with was consuming her husband. He changed when he was there, and she wasn’t sure the Band Aid she’s placed over their fractures was man enough to hold.

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There was something about Italy that was both loved and hated for very different reasons by Brooke and Robert Stone.

For Robert, Italy was in his blood, she ran through his genes, tantalising, calling to him constantly.

After a month apart, Brooke and Robert are reunited and it isn’t all smooth sailing. Devastation, pain, and more hurt than the couple could ever imagine is to be endured, but can they walk hand-in-hand from it this time?

Does Italy and the change in Robert become too much for Brooke to cope with?

 

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A tsunami had washed through my family. A typhoon, tornado, and hurricane all rolled into one had rocked the very fabric that held us together. We survived, of course, we survive everything—Well, some of us did.

I don’t think I’d ever cried so much. I’d sobbed alone into my pillow at night, and I’d wailed onto the shoulders of my friends and family. The one I needed, I wanted, whose absence made my heart and chest physically ache was missing. My body hurt, my throat was permanently sore from the shouts and screams lodged in there. I had to keep my profanities, my anger, inside for the sake of my son. He had lost as well, and I had to remind myself of that on a regular basis. The bitterness that constantly bubbled in my stomach in the form of acid was beginning to rot me from within. I found myself constantly taking medication. I doubted the copious amounts of wine helped the situation.

During the day I smiled, I went about business as normal, or as normal as my life was at that point. I’d spent many a minute lying in the footwell of the car as we exited the house to dodge the fucking paparazzi and the constant flashes against the darkened windows of the Range Rover. Every time I blinked, I saw flashes of white light. I kept my son indoors for the longest period of time for fear of telephoto lenses capturing his tears and sorrow.

Security was so tight, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted it and I loathed it in equal measure. I switched from anger to sadness to resentment, and then to understanding like a swing in a strong wind.

I spoke to him, regularly. At first, all I could do was curse and shout. Then it was tears and explanations. I was still angry, I was still sad, but I understood, and there was a part of me that actually didn’t like myself for understanding. I was a ball of confusion. I craved normality, knowing that was never going to happen.

 

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#BlogTour #Excerpt #BelfastCentral by A.K. Amherst | @amherst_ak #Lovebooksgrouptours 

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Belfast 1993: A nocturnal ambulance service at the Belfast Central Station almost turns deadly for the young paramedic Ryan. In the crosshairs of the IRA, he is badly wounded and wakes up in the hospital with muddled memories. The police close the case fast, leaving too many burning questions unanswered. Most importantly, who was that old man who appeared at the scene out of nowhere and saved Ryan’s life? Not fully recovered yet, Ryan begins searching for the mysterious man, only to get dragged into a feud between opposing paramilitaries – with fatal consequences…

A thrilling story about fates in 20th century Northern Ireland.

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Born and raised in Austria, A.K. Amherst travelled the world from a young age. This influenced her writing, which relates to history and cultures of foreign countries. Intensive research is part of her job, and she really loves her job. You want to be taken into another setting and experience life from a different angle? Then Amherst is the writer for you.

There is a more detailed author bio on my website if you need it longer, but I prefer to keep it short 😉

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Belfast 1993
We arrive at the train station within a few minutes. There are no parking lots in front of the station,
so I park behind the police car on the bus track.
We reach the main entrance, but it’s closed.
‘There has to be another way in,’ Jarvis says.
A staircase links the main road with the station’s parking lot, which is situated a bit lower. Jarvis
starts running. I follow him.
There’s a side entrance leading from the parking lot into the building. The glass door was
smashed.
As we enter the train station, I feel unease.
‘Hello?’ Jarvis yells. ‘Is somebody here?’
Jarvis’s voice echoes off the walls. No answer.
What if nobody answers because everyone is dead already?
I swallow hard. ‘Maybe we should wait for the police reinforcement.’
‘Wait? For a patient with a gun wound, every second counts.’
Jarvis runs up the stairs and into the entrance hall. A police officer is lying there on the floor. The
way he’s positioned only leaves one possible conclusion: he is dead.
Jarvis kneels next to him, looking for a pulse. He then turns to me and shakes his head.
The poor fellow definitely had a partner. It would be wrong not to search for him. We have to keep
going. I pass Jarvis and the dead officer and enter the main hall. Two long corridors lead to the
platforms.
Jarvis stands behind me. I can hear him breathe, smell his aftershave.
‘We split. In case you find somebody, let me know over the radio,’ he says and runs down the
right corridor to platforms three and four.
‘Hello? Hello!’ he yells.
On the way to the left corridor, I pass the toilets and stop abruptly. It’s just a notion – a sensation.
I’m proven right. There’s someone in the toilets. A man is sitting on the floor, leaning against the
wall. Above his head is a box filled with paper towels.
The man is unconscious. He was shot in the stomach and had tried to stop the bleeding with the
paper towels. His gun lies beside him.
I kneel next to him. ‘Sir? Can you hear me? Sir?’ I grip the radio on my shoulder. ‘Jarvis. Men’s
toilet, now.’
‘I’m on my way,’ Jarvis’s voice sounds through the speaker.
The wounded man opens his eyes. Fear, hope, pain. I open my emergency backpack. ‘I’m going
to help you. Don’t worry.’ I cut open his blood-soaked shirt with scissors.
He grabs me by the collar. ‘Police,’ he moans.
I press a cloth to his stomach to control the bleeding. ‘Calm down, sir. The police are on their
way.’
Jarvis rushes through the door. There’s a shadow behind him. A shot rings out. Jarvis falls to the
ground. His empty eyes stare at me. From his head wound, blood spreads to the floor. I crawl
backwards.
The shooter is a police officer. He aims his gun at me and pulls the trigger.
It feels like someone rammed a torch into my chest. It burns fiercely. The blood on my fingers
can’t be mine, can it? The bang of the shots still rings in my ears. Behind me, the tile wall feels
cold. I gasp for breath. My vision flickers. Next to the shooter sits the wounded man on the floor,
still leaning against the wall. His eyes are as lifeless as Jarvis’.
Tears and fatigue. I close my eyes.
The next shot is fired. I flinch. Footsteps. Hands on my chest. I look into a wrinkled face; green
eyes look back at me. The old man calls for help over my radio. The answer is a mix of words and
noise.
That won’t save me. At least the excruciating pain will stop soon. I try to think of one last nice
thought. Nothing comes to my mind.
The old man says something. It sounds like the babble of a child.
Something drags me under. An abyss. Silence. Darkness.
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