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

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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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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.

Contact Links:

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www.facebook.com/ClaireCRileyAuthor 

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All books available in paperback, eBook and audiobook and almost all in Kindle Unlimited!

Love for Odium. The Dead Saga Series.

“Claire C. Riley is a name you need to add to your list. She may very well be the best writer you have never heard of…but need to.”

TW Brown—author of the DEAD series, That Ghoul Ava, The Zomblog series and editor for May December Publications

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

Shana Festa – The Bookie Monster Blog & Author of Time of Death series.

“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.”

Madeline Sheehan, USA Today Best Selling Author
The Holy Trinity Series
The Undeniable Series

Thicker than Blood Series

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Odium is a well-balanced horror tale filled with vivid imagery, engaging characters, and heart-racing action. This series quickly made my favorite zombie reads of all time!”

Toni Lesatz—My Book Addiction blog &

My Zombie Addiction FB group

 

 

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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

 

Blurb

 

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 😉

Link to author bio “longer version”:

 http://akamherst.com/aboutme/

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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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#ReleaseDay #TheGreenViper by Rob Sinclair | @RSinclairAuthor @bloodhoundbook

NEW RELEASE! Happy publication day to Rob Sinclair. THE GREEN VIPER, James Ryker Book 4, is OUT TODAY and only 99p/99¢ for a LIMITED TIME!

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JAMES RYKER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER.

I need your help. Call me.

Ex-intelligence agent James Ryker receives a coded message through a secret drop point, a means of communication known only to him and one other person. The problem is, that person is his ex-boss, Mackie… and he’s already dead.

But the cry for help is real, and it’s a request Ryker can’t refuse.

Travelling to New York alone and without official sanction, Ryker has a single goal in mind, yet even he couldn’t have bargained for the violent world he’s soon embroiled in. Caught in the middle of a spiraling chaos, with the FBI on one side and warring underworld bosses on the other, Ryker must put all of his skills to the test in order to come out on top and keep his word.

In a world full of lies and deceit, loyalty is everything, and it’s time for James Ryker to pay his dues.

Also available in the international best-selling James Ryker Series:

The Red Cobra

The Black Hornet

The Silver Wolf

meet the author

Rob Sinclair is the best-selling author of The Enemy Series, Dark Fragments and Sleeper 13. The Green Viper is a fast-paced, globe-trotting thriller full of breathless action. It can be read as the 4th book in the best-selling Ryker Series or as a thrilling standalone. It will appeal to fans of books like Mark Dawson’s The Cleaner, James Swallow’s Nomad and L.T. Ryan’s Noble Beginnings.

~Nicola~

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#BlogTour #Review #SnowflakesAtLavenderBay by Sarah Bennett |@Sarahlou_writes @HQDigitalUK

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LOOK AT THAT SNOWY COVER!!

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The most wonderful time of the year…

Libby Stone has lived in Lavender Bay all her life. She loves the little seaside town and has big dreams to turn her father’s greasy old chippy into a dainty teashop – not that she’s told him yet!

Finding love isn’t easy amongst the cluster of coastal houses, but it’s not every day that someone quite as handsome and mysterious as Owen Coburn walks into the local pub.

And as the snowflakes begin to swirl on the promenade, Libby realises she’s falling for him. But Owen has been keeping a secret that could destroy everything…

Perfect for fans of Trisha Ashley, Rachael Lucas and Hilary Boyd.

Book 1: Spring at Lavender Bay

Book 2: Summer at Lavender Bay

Book 3: Snowflakes at Lavender Bay

Pre-Order your copy today

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Sarah Bennett has been reading for as long as she can remember. Raised in a family of bookworms, her love affair with books of all genres has culminated in the ultimate Happy Ever After – getting to write her own stories to share with others.

Born and raised in a military family, she is happily married to her own Officer (who is sometimes even A Gentleman). Home is wherever he lays his hat, and life has taught them both that the best family is the one you create from friends as well as relatives.

When not reading or writing, Sarah is a devotee of afternoon naps and sailing the high seas, but only on vessels large enough to accommodate a casino and a choice of restaurants.

You can connect with her via twitter @Sarahlou_writes or on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/SarahBennettAuthor

Sarah is the author of the Butterfly Cove, Lavender Bay and the forthcoming Bluebell Castle trilogies, published by HQ Digital UK.

review by nicola

This is the second book of Sarah’s that I have read this year, I came across her books by sheer chance (and a book win from HQ) after falling I love with Butterfly Cove I knew I had to get myself on the tour for Lavender Bay!

The main focus of the story is about Owen and Libby. Owen *sigh* 😍 loaded, arrogant and keeps everyone at an arms length….. until he arrives in the bay, then he turns into this person who goes out of his way to help and please everyone.

I LOVE him!!

He’s like a 2 sided coin,

In London he’s this self made, confident company owner, yet when he steps foot into the bay he turns into this unsure, second guessing himself, broken guy.

After reading his reasons for first coming to the bay I knew I’d be gripped with this book. Watching him struggle to not only learn to accept himself for who he was but to actually let people into his life without him pushing them away….. agh! #GutWrenching

As for Libby, I had a love/hate feeling for her. One minute I was all for the, the next I wanted to shake her and yell

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!

These two are like two peas in a pod! So alike yet so different! Thank the Lord for their friends and guiding them together (especially for Libby)

I guessed where Sarah was taking our two main characters (little high 5 to me!) And I absolutely loved the letters to KB….  yep….. I cried! More so about the letter from KB.

If you love your books with a feel good story line, characters you both love yet was to shout at, and a totally mushy feel then this book, or series is just for you!

5 APPLES

And just look at that book sparkle in the snow 😍 that alone should make you want it!

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Massive thanks to HQ Digital for allowing me to join this tour and to the author, Sarah Bennett for writing such a heart warming story that even thawed this bloggers usual thriller loving heart!

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Release day and review for Bagging Alice by Laura Barnard.

NOW LIVE!  Bagging Alice by Laura Barnard

Get your copy of the hilarious Bagging Alice, the third standalone in the Babes of Brighton series – mybook.to/BaggingAlice
 
Head on over to Laura’s Facebook and Instagram pages (below) to enter her HUGE giveaway!

 

Synopsis:
Alice is used to taking photographs for a living – not having intimate pictures of herself posted for all the world to see, thanks to a disgruntled ex-boyfriend. Now her clients are cancelling appointments, and she’s almost out of cash. What else could go wrong? Oh yeah, her room mate has scarpered leaving Alice completely out of luck.

Enter Tom ‘man whore’ Maddens. Having disappointed his father one time too many, he moves to Brighton, ready for a new start. And where better to begin it than in Alice’s newly-vacant spare room? And if he tries to seduce her at the same time? Well he’s just living up to his reputation isn’t he?

But then he didn’t bank on actually falling for her. Will his reputation as a commitment phobe put a stop to any sparks between the pair? Or can Alice put aside her trust issues and take a leap of faith for Tom?
 
 
Although a standalone, if you’d like to check out the first two books in the Babes of Brighton series here they are:
Excess Baggage (Book 1) – mybook.to/ExcessB

 

review by rachel

 
Loved this book – absolutely hilarious.
The only draw back to this book is that if you read it in public you are in danger of looking like a nutter and embarrassing yourself as you snort attractively with uncontrollable laughter. (not going to say what part that was but I have a dog so it tickled me!)
The story of Alice and Tom.
Alice has a run of bad luck and crap things happen to her which leads to Tom and his “Manwhore” ways moving in. Tom has just got a new job and moved from Peterborough ( which is a fantastic city 😁) to Brighton and is looking for somewhere to live and Roommates with Alice….. but that’s just the start!
Bagging Alice has something in it that I  think we can all relate to, the characters and their story’s are very realistic at told in the classic Laura Barnard way.
4 Golden apples
4 APPLES

 

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#BlogTour #CalculatedContagion by K.T. Lee | @KTLeeWrites   #LoveBooksGroupTours  

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Dani Christensen is a vaccine researcher who has spent her career proving she is more than just the daughter of the company’s CEO. However, as her accomplishments in contagious disease research grow, the wrong people begin to notice. When Dani is isolated from her colleagues at a well-regarded conference in Europe, she is kidnapped and taken to an isolated camp in the Carpathian Mountains.

CIA officers Cam Mitchell and Tyler Scott are sent to observe a suspicious group of armed men in rural Romania. When Cam sees Dani being brought into the camp against her will, he and his partner rescue her and bring her safely back to the United States. The CIA initially believes Dani was kidnapped for ransom, but they soon realize her kidnapper has followed her back to her lab. Now, the CIA must work with their allies in the FBI to catch Dani’s kidnapper before he releases a potentially deadly contagion for his own political gain.

Calculated Contagion is Book 2 in the Calculated Series. All books in the Calculated Series may be enjoyed as standalone novels or as a series.  

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K.T. Lee is a writer, mom and engineer who grew up on a steady diet of books from a wide variety of genres. When K.T. began to write the kind of books she wanted to read, she mixed clever women and the sciences with elements from thrillers (and a dash of romance) to create The Calculated Series.

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excerpt

Calculated Contagion 

“Romania?” Cam Mitchell looked up from the small stack of papers, tucked into a standard issue manila file folder, at Morgan Grady. Cam had worked for Morgan in the euphemistically-named Special Operations Group at the CIA for five years, and their interactions had been long been stripped of decorum in favor of results. He never knew what to expect when she summoned him to her office, but a quiet country in Eastern Europe wasn’t exactly on his radar.

“Yes, Romania. You, of all people, should know crazy isn’t limited by geographic area,” Morgan volleyed back, arching her eyebrows. Her short, highlighted blonde hair was as neatly styled as her trademark suits. Morgan had fought to get him on her SOG team because she saw his potential in both linguistics and field work, and they’d been tight ever since. Morgan was just over five feet tall and as tough as any Navy officer Cam had ever served under. She was also good people.

“Fair point. But why is the US jumping on this, Morgan?”

“We’re getting some unusual reports about a group in the mountains we believe is armed and growing. We have a small presence in the country and have agreed to offer military and diplomatic help if it’s needed. Some of our people in the field have sent some issues up the flagpole, so we’re going to look into it. How fresh is your Romanian?”

“It’s a Romance language, ma’am. Shouldn’t take me more than twenty-four hours to brush up if the analysts got the dialect right,” Cam said, not looking up from the packet.

“They usually do. A day is about all you have. We don’t know much beyond the facts that they’re assembling and we’ve seen weapons in the satellite photos. A small group of men came down from their camp to get treatment at a local hospital, which was when we first got an inkling something was off. We’ve gone through the normal channels and haven’t come up with much. The satellite images might be useful, but no promises. Obviously, we’d prefer they remain unaware of your visit.” Morgan slid a satellite photo across her desk to Cam.

“About 500 men and women?” Cam asked, studying the size of the camp.

“That’s our best guess. All of the people we’ve been able to trace back to the camp have been men. We don’t know if they have women there or not. We just want to know what they are up to. If they are just a bunch of Romanian hippies starting a commune, we can leave them alone. If they’re building up a small army, we have a slightly different protocol.”

“Good thing we got the new leg finished,” Cam said, knocking on the hard, composite material, his tone no less objective than it would be if he was talking about a new weapon. Cam had lost his left leg below the knee in Iraq, but thanks to modern technology and some customizations he had insisted upon, he managed well. The injury had been in a previous life, when he was a SEAL trying to locate an enemy hiding among civilians. On his way back to the base, he got hit by an IED. It was a shit-all thing to happen, but he’d been lucky to escape with his life and most of his knee intact. Cam’s leg still occasionally caused him pain, but on his good days, it was a reminder of what drove him, rather than a hindrance. Working with the CIA had restored his sense of purpose that had felt too distant during the long and excruciating days of rehabilitation.

“If you hadn’t worked so hard to break the first three we gave you, you wouldn’t need a new one,” Morgan said, beaming at Cam like a proud parent. The Special Operations Group at the CIA had been relentless when he joined up, testing him regularly to ensure he was physically prepared to be in the field. Cam passed the physical exams easily, but the design team for his custom prosthetic hadn’t been prepared for his capabilities. Cam invested months with the design team, helping them figure out how to improve the mechanical response system and interface with his actual leg. A few revisions and some expensive material changes later, Cam had a new, stronger lower leg. It was time well spent, since other wounded servicemen and servicewomen would benefit from their sweat equity. Pushing himself to try and break the design before it was out in the field resulted in changes that made it unquestionably strong.

“You’re welcome. Your nerds did a good job. Now it’ll hold up in terrain more rugged than city streets,” Cam responded, unable to fully mask the pride of ownership in the design.

“Here are the rest of the satellite images,” Morgan said, handing him an additional stack of photos. He slid them into the folder, behind the rest of the background information. “You leave in four hours. We’re going to drop you about five miles away and you’ll have to hike the rest of the way in.”

“Is Tyler driving?” Tyler was Cam’s best friend, partner and helicopter pilot. They’d had each other’s backs since he started in the SOG, and Morgan kept the two officers together as much as possible. Their results spoke for themselves, and it was rare that Cam worked with anyone else.

“Of course. Take the file, and catch him up when you see him.”

Cam placed the file into his laptop bag. “Good. Let’s do this.”

“Stay safe out there. That’s an order, Cam.” Morgan raised her hand in a half wave as Cam stood to leave. Cam grinned. She didn’t let him get away with much and had no problem kicking his metaphorical ass when necessary, but she didn’t want to see him get hurt. It was sweet. But if he told her that, she’d kick him out of her office. So, a salute was probably safest.

Cam raised his hand to his head, both as a sign of respect and out of the habit he’d never broken since he left the Navy. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

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#BlogTour #NoOneCanHearYou by Nikki Crutchley| @NikkiCAuthor @rararesources

No One Can Hear Your

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No One Can Hear You Nikki Crutchley

He said that they’d let me go on purpose. That they could easily find me if they wanted to. He said that they didn’t want me. That I was too much trouble. He said if I went to the cops, he’d know. If I told Sonya, he’d know. If I talked to friends or teachers, he’d know. He told me to pretend it didn’t happen. He told me to consider it a compliment, that I was too strong. His last words to me were, ‘Just forget’.

Troubled teen Faith Marsden was one of several girls abducted from Crawton, a country town known for its picturesque lake and fertile farmland. Unlike the others, she escaped, though sixteen years on she still bears the emotional and physical scars.

Zoe Haywood returns to Crawton to bury her estranged mother Lillian, who has taken her own life. As she and Faith rekindle their high-school friendship, they discover notes left by Lillian that point to two more young women who recently disappeared from Crawton. But Lillian’s confused ramblings leave them with more questions than answers.

As Faith and Zoe delve deeper into the mystery, they become intent on saving the missing women, but in doing so are drawn into Auckland’s hidden world of drugs, abduction and murder. And then Faith decides to confront the mastermind – on her own.

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Nikki Crutchley lives in Cambridge, New Zealand with her husband and two daughters. No One Can Hear You is Nikki’s second crime novel, set in the small Waikato town of Crawton. Her first book, Nothing Bad Happens Here, a crime/thriller set on the Coromandel Coast of New Zealand was a finalist in the 2018 Ngaio Marsh Award for best first novel. Nikki has worked in libraries in New Zealand and the UK and now works as a freelance proofreader. Nikki’s flash fiction has been published online and in the Fresh Ink anthology and the upcoming Bonsai anthology.

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*•.¸★☆★☆★Cover Reveal ★☆★☆★¸.•* Bagging Alice by Laura Barnard

 

 

How gorgeous is the cover for Bagging Alice from Laura Barnard?! 
This book releases on 1st November but is already available for pre-order – mybook.to/BaggingAlice

 

Synopsis:
Alice is used to taking photographs for a living – not having intimate pictures of herself posted for all the world to see, thanks to a disgruntled ex-boyfriend. Now her clients are cancelling appointments, and she’s almost out of cash. What else could go wrong? Oh yeah, her room mate has scarpered leaving Alice completely out of luck.

Enter Tom ‘man whore’ Maddens. Having disappointed his father one time too many, he moves to Brighton, ready for a new start. And where better to begin it than in Alice’s newly-vacant spare room? And if he tries to seduce her at the same time? Well he’s just living up to his reputation isn’t he?

But then he didn’t bank on actually falling for her. Will his reputation as a commitment phobe put a stop to any sparks between the pair? Or can Alice put aside her trust issues and take a leap of faith for Tom?
 
 
Although a standalone, if you’d like to check out the first two books in the Babes of Brighton series here they are:
Excess Baggage (Book 1) – mybook.to/ExcessB
Love Uncovered (Book 2) – mybook.to/LoveUncovIn the meantime add it to your Goodreads shelf – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41883735-bagging-alice?ac=1&from_search=true


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