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** My thanks to the author, publisher and damppebbles blog tours for my copy of this book and for inviting me to take part in the blog tour **

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She’s chasing a killer. He’s watching her every move.

He hides in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. Each kill is calculated, planned and executed like clockwork.

Struggling to balance her personal and professional life, young DS Becca Vincent has landed the biggest case of her career—and she knows that it will make or break her. But she can’t catch the culprit alone. Together with facial recognition expert Joe Russell, she strives to get a lead on the elusive murderer, who is always one step ahead of them.

Time is not on their side. The body count is rising, and the attacks are striking closer and closer to home. Can Becca and Joe uncover the connection between the murders before the killer strikes the last name from his list?

My Thoughts:

You can always rely on John Marrs to write something with a darkness leeching from the pages, and if the thrilling darkness wasn’t enough, there is a twisted and thought provoking tale to delight readers.

Usually penning psychological thrillers, Her Last Move marks a change for Marrs. This foray into the world of police procedurals is a good move for Marrs, he makes use of his trademark tense and enthralling writing to make this a pacy read with some incredibly well crafted characters.

The characters in this are particularly interesting, facial recognition expert Joe Russell is one that I enjoyed getting to know. His backstory adds another layer to this fascinating creation, and provides means and explanations for the quirks of the character. His use of this “gift” really gives readers something to think about and appreciate.
DS Becca Vincent needs to solve this case, stopping the gruesome murderer could be the case that makes her career, gives her a foothold on the ladder and means that she will be taken seriously professionally. As always, this author has a way of making you take his characters into your heart, makes you care about them and their fates and Becca is one that I found I wanted a good outcome for. The more I read about her, the more invested I became, watching her struggles and the complexities of her personal life unfolding gave me a greater appreciation for her. 

There are murders aplenty in the opening quarter of the book, this is a skilled and inventive murderer, which makes for a thrilling and exciting read. The pace then slows somewhat as the focus turns to the investigation by the police. This is a different type of tension, the buzz as the investigation uncovers the clues behind the identity of the killer.
Marrs keeps readers on the back foot as he increases the tension again and brings to a conclusion this dark and thrilling read.

About the Author:

John Marrs is the author of #1 bestsellers The One (soon to be made into a film with Urban Myth Films), The Good Samaritan (shortlisted for the Dead Good Reader Awards 2018), When You Disappeared, and Welcome to Wherever You Are. After working as a journalist for 25-years interviewing celebrities from the world of television, film and music for national newspapers and magazines, he is now a full-time writer.

Her Last Moveis dedicated to John’s late father, Charlie, who was a police officer for 25years.


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I am thrilled to welcome you to The Quiet Knitter today and share an extract from The Twisted Web by the wonderfully talented Rebecca Bradley! The Twisted Web is the fourth book in the DI Hannah Robbins crime series and looks to be thrilling and exciting read, I’ve got this one on my ever growing TBR pile and cannot wait to get reading it. But for now, lets read an extract and see if we can entice a few more of you to enjoy this series.  Don’t forget to check out the other stops on the blog tour for reviews and other features.


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A social media shaming. A killer with a message. A deadly combination. 

When the body of a man is left in the city centre set up as a realistic police crime scene, DI Hannah Robbins is forced to enter a world that can break a person, a case and a reputation.

Social media platforms light up and Hannah is pitted against the raging online monster and a killer who has already lost everything.

Can she catch the killer and put him behind bars or will she become part of his sadistic game? 

 

 

You can buy a copy of The Twisted Web via:

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Extract:

Prologue

The day felt like any other day. Work had given Drew a headache. The kids were unruly. It was the last week of school before the summer holidays and no one wanted to focus on lessons. The heat soaked through the glass windows as though they were sitting in a greenhouse and the smell of overripe hormonal teenagers swelled within the room. He attempted to open some windows but paint had sealed them shut. Only he had never noticed in the past because this was a new room to him and he’d never had the need to open them before because, well, the UK weather, you didn’t need to say any more, did you?

He’d been given the room after Mr Forbes had retired the previous year. Five years early. Citing the need to live his life while he was still young enough. The need to see the world. He knew what Forbes really wanted was to get away from these bloody kids. The little fuckers sucked the spirit straight out of you and he was right, he probably did need his life. It was kind of important to you.

So, here he was now, relieved to have made it through another day, with just two more left. Then six blissful weeks away from them. It wasn’t that he hated being a teacher. He loved it really. Or he used to love it and he loved the idea of infusing the adults of the future with the knowledge of today. To see where it would take them. Especially in his subject of computers. It was where the world lived and ended. It was where all the huge advances were being made. Though all the kids cared about were the games they could play. There was only the odd child or two who was interested, and this had gradually withered his soul away. Without the symbiotic nature of children needing to be fed, his need to feed them his knowledge dried up.

It was sad really.

Drew was desperate to make his mark and imprint on a child. Have them grow up, make something of themselves and say it was him, he was the teacher who had been the one to spur them on. He was that teacher.

As it was, he couldn’t even find that pupil. All he could do was turn up every day and do his job. Then wait for the end of day bell so he could release them all back to their homes, their gaming stations, their junk foods, their vacuous lives. And he would go home. To his wife and his children. Who, he adored, he did. He did his best by them. By his wife. They liked to do things together. Spend time as a family. He nurtured their brains. He loved them.

All this floated through his head as he meandered down the street, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, the summer sun resting on his skin.

In front of him, a street artist was busy at work. One of those who made it appear that the pavement was opening up in front of you, yawning open, the innards of the street below, the wires and the pipes exposed and cracking open. Water bursting forth and upwards. All with a few chalks which she had scattered around her like the hem of a skirt.

He was mesmerised by the image. It looked as though the submerged world was screaming to be allowed out.

People were gathered around the woman and the image. Camera phones wafted in the air. The pavement was choked as everyone stopped to stare.

He looked at the woman surrounded by her chalks, covered in coloured dust. How he would love to have a job so freeing. Or just to feel the love he once had for the career he had chosen. Instead of this heavy weight he carried around with him.

He looked down, marvelled at the detail. At the love that had gone into it. Stepped sideways into the road rather than across her masterpiece. The traffic was steady, aware of the crowd bulging out into their space.

It was difficult to walk and not continue to look down at the cracked-open pavement. The layers of earth, and as he looked closer, the creepy eyes that glowed from within darkened corners.

With each step he could hear a thrum that didn’t fit with the rest of the sound around him. It wasn’t the mumble of awed voices. It wasn’t the regular hum of traffic. This was different. He looked up.

In front of him, also on the road, was a young lad. Tracksuit bottoms, jacket and a woollen hat even though the sun was out. His clothes were dark but they looked dirty, uncared for.

Unclean.

Homeless. About nineteen years of age. His face, like many others, was also turned towards the image on the ground.

The thrum had turned into a roar. Drew looked past the young homeless man and saw a vehicle do a rapid and dangerous overtake. Revving hard. Coming towards them. The driver with a phone in his hand. The car too close to the kerb. He hadn’t noticed the bulge of people that distended out from the pavement. Drew stepped back onto the pavement. Gently. Aware still of the cracked-open street below his feet.

He looked at the young man who looked back at Drew confused as to why he’d decided to stand up on the edges of the chalk drawing. Completely oblivious to the vehicle behind him.

The car was racing forward and wasn’t going to stop. It was going to plough into the homeless guy. Everyone else had their backs turned.

Drew panicked, grabbed hold of the young man’s upper arm, which was slender under the bulk of his clothing, and yanked him sideways up onto the path. The vehicle turned left with a screech of tyres, disappearing out of view.

The homeless lad came flying towards and past Drew, his legs wheeling under him as he attempted to avoid kicking the woman sitting on the ground. He stumbled as he Bambi-hopped over her outstretched leg, arms windmilling before he fell in a heap on the ground, a bundle of bones in a bag of jersey material topped by a woollen hat. The artist’s mouth was agape, a sheen of fear glossing her face as the young man’s head smashed into the wall with a crunch.

‘What the fucking hell!’

To Drew the scream came out of nowhere. He was trying to focus on the boy on the ground. On what had just happened when the high-pitched screech fractured Drew’s confused mind.

He ignored it. Presumed the fury was about the vehicle that had driven like it was on a racing track. His thoughts were securely on the boy and if he was okay. With movements that felt sludge like he made a move forward. Panic started to rise and people rushed to the boy. People flapped and fussed. Crouched down beside him. Held his hand, checked his head.

And they pushed Drew out of the way.

He’d saved the boy’s life. He needed to make sure he had saved it and not injured him in the process. But he couldn’t get to him. The boy was utterly surrounded.

It was almost as though they were keeping him at bay.

As though they didn’t want Drew near the boy.

He had saved his life. Drew was confused.

A woman turned from where she was bent over the lad. ‘What did you do?’ Horror was etched on her face. Disgust. He didn’t understand it.

‘I saw it. I saw him do it,’ another shouted over to her.

And then a young lad behind him piped up, ‘I caught it all on my phone. I was taking a video of the chalk drawing. He won’t get away with this.’

Ooooh, now I really want to read this latest one to find out what happens next!

 

About the Author:

Rebecca is the author of four novels in the DI Hannah Robbins series, Shallow Waters, Made to be Broken, Fighting Monsters and The Twisted Web as well as a standalone thriller, Dead Blind.

She lives with her family in the UK with their two Cockapoos Alfie and Lola, who keep Rebecca company while she writes. Rebecca needs to drink copious amounts of tea to function throughout the day and if she could, she would survive on a diet of tea and cake while committing murder on a regular basis.

After 16 years service, Rebecca was medically retired from the police where she finished as a detective constable on a specialist unit.

Rebecca now runs a consulting service where she supports crime writers in making sure their fiction is authentic so they can get on with telling a great story. You can find details of that HERE.

Social Media:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RebeccaJBradley

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RebeccaBradleyCrime

Website: https://www.rebeccabradleycrime.com/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rebeccajbradley/

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rebecca-Bradley/e/B00R9RVT98/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

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** My thanks to damppebbles blog tours and Killer Reads for my copy of this book and for inviting me to be part of the blog tour **

 

Description:

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer…

An addictive and shocking psychological thriller, full of twists you won’t see coming, perfect for fans of FRIEND REQUEST by Laura Marshall.

A friend who won’t let you escape.
When Karin is taken on a romantic break by her loving partner Aaron, she can’t wait for him to propose. But her surprise weekend quickly becomes a nightmare from which she may never escape.

Who wants everything you have.
They are staying by the beach at the Midland – a grand hotel where Karin used to work. And where Karin’s dangerous and obsessive ex, whom she has been trying to leave behind for years, is waiting patiently for her to return.

Who won’t stop until your life is in ruins.
Now all of Karin’s darkest secrets are being dragged into the light and her friends are turning against her. When one of them is murdered, Karin begins to realise just how treacherous relationships can be…

My Thoughts & Review:

The moment I read the description of this book I knew that I needed to read it, this sounded so intriguing and exciting!

With a creeping unease, June Taylor slowly gives readers breadcrumbs of information as she reveals the details in Keep Your Friends Close. The opening chapter is deceptively vague, giving no solid information about characters and the connections between them, something I found that made me even more intrigued. I needed to find out about the characters and their connections. I needed to find out more about Karin and where she came from, and what the significance of her twenty second birthday was!

Taylor has created some fantastic characters in this book, whilst not all readers will like all characters, there are definitely ones here that have you squirming uncomfortably in your seat. The real tricky thing is working out which characters to trust, or more, which parts of the story to trust … it certainly does make for an engrossing and exciting read.
Karin has a history steeped in secrets, there are very few people who know everything about her and that’s the way she wants to keep it. Knowing her secrets gives people power over her and that’s something she cannot let happen. She realises all too late that it might have been a good idea to share some more of her secrets with her boyfriend, especially after arriving on the doorstep of the hotel where her abusive ex works. Unfortunately, this is the beginning of Karin’s carefully constructed new life unravelling.

The pacing of the book was spot on for me, I felt that I was pulled in with the good use of short chapters and found that I almost managed to read this in one day.

 

Purchase Links:

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About the Author:

June Taylor is a UK psychological thriller writer.  For many years she was a TV promos writer/producer before turning to writing plays and fiction.  She was runner-up in the 2011 Times/Chicken House Children’s Fiction competition with her YA novel.  Her debut Adult psychological thriller Losing Juliet was nominated for the Not the Booker Prize 2017.

Keep Your Friends Close is June’s second psychological thriller for the HarperCollins Killer Reads imprint.  The ebook comes out on 26th October 2018 (paperback 10th January 2019).

June is active in her local writing scene, including serving on the Board of Script Yorkshire and taking part in Leeds Big bookend.

When she’s not writing she likes to shrink her life down into a campervan and take off on some adventure with her husband.  She lives in Yorkshire.  You can also find June at her website. On Twitter and Facebook and occasionally on Instagram too.

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I am thrilled to welcome you to The Quiet Knitter today to share an extract from Gary Raymond’s thrilling novel The Golden Orphans.

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Description:

Within the dark heart of an abandoned city, on an island once torn by betrayal and war, lies a terrible secret…

Francis Benthem is a successful artist; he’s created a new life on an island in the sun. He works all night, painting the dreams of his mysterious Russian benefactor, Illy Prostakov. He writes letters to old friends and students back in cold, far away London. But now Francis Benthem is found dead. The funeral is planned and his old friend from art school arrives to finish what Benthem had started. The painting of dreams on a faraway island. But you can also paint nightmares and Illy has secrets of his own that are not ready for the light. Of promises made and broken, betrayal and murder…

The Golden Orphans offers a new twist on the literary thriller.

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The Golden Orphans by Gary Raymond – EXTRACT

 

Chapter 1

Until the Russian turned up with his entourage, I was the only person at the funeral, and I had come two and half thousand miles to be there. The priest, in his cassock and black hat, had answered when I asked that yes, he would have carried out the service alone if it had come to that, delivered the eulogy about a stranger to nothing but the heavy warm air and an audience of buried bodies. I didn’t linger on my surprise at the turnout, saying only, “Is there really no-one else coming?” The priest carried with him the demeanour of a man more than halfway through a career that required little more than sympathetic nodding, and he said in good English, “Everything was arranged and paid for by Mr Prostakov, but that is all I know, I’m afraid.” I took this in, took in the unfamiliar name, and perused the flat wilderness of the graveyard. I was just three hours on the island and I had seen little more than grasslands mixing up in shades of tan and umber, the edges of villages emerging from diverging roadways, and isolated villas like discarded boxes flickering in the heat of the middle distance. My taxi driver had not spoken a word all the way from Larnaca, and I had lost my thoughts to the white noise of tyres on tarmac.

“Are you a relative of the deceased?” the priest said.

I hesitated. I said that I was not, that he was an old friend, and that we had lost touch over the last few years. The priest nodded in the way he would have done no matter what my answer had been. And we walked together out to the plot at the far end of the graveyard.

“Who was it you said paid for the funeral?” I said.

“Mr Prostakov.”

“And why would he do that?”

“I believe he was Mr Benthem’s employer.”

I had questions, of course. Questions about Francis Benthem’s death, about his life in the years since I had last seen him or heard from him – I had brought those questions with me on the flight. But I also had more immediate questions: what was the priest going to read? Had anybody else been informed? How had this afternoon all come about?

But I didn’t ask any of them, immediate or otherwise. Through the warm air came a merciful breeze, and we both took positions at the graveside. There was Francis’s coffin, the “music box” as he used to refer to them, “where the music stops”. He was in it, of course, and I hadn’t really given much thought to the fact I would be standing so close to the cold remains of a man who taught me everything I knew about the path I had chosen in life, and in many ways had perhaps helped me choose that path. I had met him when he was lecturer at St Martin’s just over twenty years before, back when I was all piss and vinegar, a painter who felt he would change the world, just like almost everybody else who came through those doors. It was an institute of firebrands, from the student body all the way up through the faculty. Francis had a reputation for confrontation in the lecture hall, of deconstructing young turks, and was a member of the clique of the fine art faculty who still regularly made headlines with their work. My tilt to my moxie (as he would have put it) back then was to set fire to the establishment, of which I perceived Francis to be a member. He pointed out early on that it was an interesting tactic I had in hand, enrolling at St Martin’s and deciding to set fire to the building I myself was now in. “Welcome to the establishment,” he had said. “Set fire to what you want. It can take it.”

There seemed something so small about that box. The priest began his words but I didn’t take them in. I hadn’t noticed, but a few yards away, two gravediggers the colour of lead were sitting on a headstone smoking cigarettes waiting for this odd little theatre to end so they could drop Francis into the ground. Francis had made a name for himself painting scenes like this just after the war, pulling shards of light onto mounds of morbid earth. He said to me once that the nineteen forties was the only time when death was bigger than a conversation, it was a canvas rather than a scene, it was just there with all of us, like pissing and shitting, it didn’t matter where you looked you had one eye on it. Before that and after it, he said, death was not there until it happened, either to you or to someone you knew. I couldn’t quite get over how much those two gravediggers looked like a Francis Benthem painting.

I don’t know about you, but that’s certainly got me intrigued!

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** My thanks to Emma at damppebbles blog tours and Fahrenheit Press for my copy of this book and for inviting me to be part of the blog tour **

 

Description:

Berlin is in the midst of its worst winter in decades.

Against the backdrop of freezing temperatures, blizzards and snowstorms, the city refuses to grind to a halt. Lurking within the shadows is a Stasi victim, out for revenge against the former East German informants known as ‘The Ears’. Their dark secrets are about to be exposed.

A mix of ice and water and a single gunshot, provides the ultimate payback.

With the Millennium approaching, Hanne Drais, the criminal psychologist working within the Berlin Mitte Police team led by the irascible Oskar Kruger and his laid-back sidekick, Stefan Glockner, are seeking the perpetrator of these violent crimes.

Who is the man they’ve nicknamed Snowflake?

Who is turning the river red?

My Thoughts & Review:

I absolutely love books with a Cold War setting, something about them just makes for a thrilling and enticing read, and The River Runs Red by Ally Rose is certainly that.

With a plot that spans two different timelines, Ally Rose introduces readers to a Berlin that is rife with danger and suspicion, the Stasi are omnipresent and overpowering, ordinary citizens are turning informant on their friends, neighbours and even family, and those brave enough to defect make life difficult for the ones they leave behind. But the actions of the Stasi and their informants are the catalyst for a spree of killings some years later, someone is out for revenge for having been wronged.

The dual timeline makes this quite an interesting read, readers experience a snipped of the East German way of life, and see events through the eyes of a young man struggling with life after his father’s defection to West Germany. Whilst watching life unfolding for this character, readers also see a more modern timeline where they are privy to the actions of the killer, not the exact motives or the identity of the killer but some of their thoughts and actions as they seek revenge for events from the past.
Interestingly, Ally Rose also gives readers the view of the investigating team through the eyes of Hanne Drais, a criminal psychologist working with the Berlin Police. Drais is a fantastic character, her thought processes and actions make her stand out as someone readers will want to know more about. She is a likeable character, and one that I think many readers will connect readily with.

Plotting and characterisation are well done, the way that the story unfolds is sure to hook the interest of readers and keep them captive trying to work out of they’ve guessed the connections between events and if they’ve guessed the identity of the killer. The pace is good, I found that this was a book that I was racing through, thoroughly enjoying each chapter. Giving readers a variety of characters to get to know makes this such an intriguing read, each is well rounded and multidimensional, an whilst I may not have agreed with the actions of all of them, I definitely felt that I was becoming more invested in their tales and wanted to know more.

Although The River Runs Red is the third book in the Hanne Drais series, this can definitely be read as a stand alone book. Ally Rose gives ample background information about Hanne Drais so that you get to know this character and her history, and don’t feel on the back foot at all.
Now, I think I will go back to the start of the series to enjoy books one and two!

You can buy a copy of The River Runs Red via:

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the tainted vintage

 

** My thanks to Fahrenheit Press for my copy of this book and to Emma at damppebbles blog tours for inviting me to part of the blog tour **

 

Description:

In the small Czech town of Vinice the mayor has been found dead in his wine cellar.

Detectives Jana Dvorska and Ivan Dambersky are called to the scene and soon realise that despite appearances, Mayor Slansky’s death was most definitely not from natural causes.

Almost immediately, the close-knit community closes ranks to try and brush the unexplained death under the carpet with the minimum of fuss.

Dvorska & Dambersky are drawn deeper and deeper into secrets that many hoped would remain buried forever and they’re forced into pursuing an investigation where their own lives are put in danger.

The Tainted Vintage is the first book in a wonderful new series set in and around The Czech Republic, an area rich in history, literature and culture that still remains largely unexplored by contemporary crime fiction fans.

My Thoughts & Review:

When I picked up this book I didn’t expect that it would be such an enjoyable and engaging read, something about the setting, the characters and the plot instantly grabbed my attention and held my attention captive.

I have to admit that The Czech Republic isn’t a setting that I am overly familiar with when it comes to books, and can’t actually think of any recently that I’ve read that even have characters travelling there, but will say that authors are missing a trick! What a fantastic location and the way that Blanchard brings it alive, the landscape, the history … it all becomes so vivid.

The story line is one that inspires intrigue, the town mayor discovered dead in his own wine cellar and everyone apart from the detectives is happy to believe a heart attack was the cause. Paired together are the most unlikely of detectives Jane Dvorska and Ivan Dambersky, who are determined to investigate the matter and find out the truth. But this pairing works, they make for great detectives and I look forward to meeting them in future novels.

History is something that plays an important role in this plot of this book, and I will say that it is written in a way that really gives the reader pause for thought. Tracing back to the war, there are crimes buried in the histories of characters that shock not only those around them but the reader too.

Well written, well paced and a great start to what looks to be a very exciting series!

You can buy a copy of The Tainted Vintage via:

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I am thrilled to welcome you to my stop on the blog tour for Sarah Ward’s third DC Connie Childs novel, A Patient Fury.  This is a series that I was late to discover, but when so many friends have raved about it, I simply had to find out if it was as good as they claimed, and as usual they were spot on!

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** My thanks to the folks at Faber & Faber for my copy of this and to Emma at damppebbles blog tours for inviting me to part of the blog tour **

 

Description:

Three bodies discovered.

A family obliterated.

All evidence seems to point to one murderer: the mother.

DC Connie Childs, determined to discover the truth about the fire-wrecked property on Cross Farm Lane, realises that a fourth body – one they cannot find – must hold the key to the mystery. But what Connie fails to realise is that her determination to unmask the murderer might cost her more than her health – this time she could lose the thing she cares about most: her career.

My Thoughts & Review:

The DC Connie Childs series is one that I’ve read away from my blog, one that I read purely for enjoyment and have to say that so far it grabbed my attention, there are brilliantly created characters, impressive writing that grabs your attention and utterly beguiling descriptions of settings that give the reader the sense of being in the middle of the scene with the characters.

A Patient Fury begins with an uneasy and chilling opening, it sets the tone perfectly for the rest of the novel and leaves the readers a little unsettled and unsure of where the danger lies, who the culprit is and the motive for their actions.
The creeping menace that lurks throughout this makes for an entertaining and gripping read, and the way that Sarah Ward has linked the current case to another timeline makes this an irresistible book for me.

Whilst the case is a tricky one, for me one of the most impressive aspects of this book, and indeed the entire series is characterisation.  Connie Childs is a superb creation and there’s something about her that readers will take to, her tenacity, her work ethic, stubbornness all make her stand out.  She has a tendency to break rules and go off on her own investigations, seeing past the obvious and asking the questions that others haven’t considered.
Connie contrasts well with George, a family member of the deceased.  His obnoxious and rude ways had be wanting to shout at him at times, such was the intensity of the writing.  I do love when an author can evoke strong emotions from readers when they write their characters, the detail that they weave into their work makes the characters come alive and feel multidimensional.

I particularly appreciate the setting of a book when I know where it’s set, and in this case, I really enjoyed the trip to Derbyshire.  I’ve visited Derbyshire many times and felt that Sarah Ward instantly took me back there with her writing, the descriptions of the landscapes were perfect.  I loved the descriptions of the caves that Julia worked in, reminding me of Peak Cavern in Castleton.

Sometimes with thrillers and police procedurals you try to solve the case along with the detectives, or even have a sneaky suspicion about who the killer is or what the motive might be, but with this book it was so difficult to pin it down.  There are enough red herrings to keep you guessing and suitably unsure until Ward decides to reveal all and leave her readers wondering.

A great read and I eagerly await the next book!

 

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There are some brilliant sounding books out there in the world at the moment, and I’m kicking myself for not having enough time to read them all!  Today I am thrilled to share a guest post by Seth Lynch about his writing process, and I have to say I am amazed, and a little exhausted just thinking about it!

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Paris. 1931.

Arty Homebrook lived and died in a world of sleaze which stretched from Chicago to Paris but never beyond the gutter.

He’d been sleeping with Madame Fulton, which is why Harry Fulton promised to kill him. So far as the Paris Police are concerned it’s an open and shut case. Harry’s father has other ideas and hires Salazar to investigate.

As Salazar gets to grips with the case he’s dragged reluctantly into an unpleasant underworld of infidelity, blackmail, backstreet abortions and murder.

Salazar is far too inquisitive to walk away and far too stubborn to know what’s for the best. So he wakes up each hungover morning, blinks into the sunlight, and presses on until it’s his life on the line. Then he presses on some more, just for the hell of it.

Seth’s books can be purchased directly from the publisher, Fahrenheit Press:

A Citizen of Nowhere (Salazar Book 1): http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/books_a_citizen_of_nowhere.html

A Dead American in Paris (Salazar Book 2): http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/books_a_dead_american_in_paris.html

The Paris Ripper (Chief Inspector Belmont Book 1): http://www.fahrenheit-press.com/books_the_paris_ripper.html

 

Guest Post:

After writing my first complete novel, A Citizen of Nowhere (Salazar #1), I wanted to keep on writing. I settled on a simple plan, write daily and don’t look back until the end. It is pretty liberating, but I was writing with absolutely no plan at all. I had a few vague notions, a scene or two that I wanted to include, but nothing else. So I ended up with a first draft that was not only badly written (who cares, it’s a first draft) but the crime didn’t make sense, the solution didn’t make sense and a lot of the characters were wooden. Rather than solve these problems I ignored them and wrote Salazar #3 using the same method. No prizes for guessing that the result was pretty much the same.

I eventually decided to re-write Salazar #3 without Salazar. This meant developing Chief-Inspector Belmont from a secondary role into the main character. I gave Belmont his own team, a boss who doesn’t like him, a wife with some dubious sexual morals and a lover she shares with her husband. I added in a back story for Belmont and a side story to complement the main theme. The finished book contained about 10% of the original Salazar #3 draft. I renamed it The Paris Ripper and it’s available through Fahrenheit Press.

I then went back to Salazar #2, A Dead American in Paris. Belmont makes his first appearance in this book but I now knew him and his team. I started the novel again with the original draft as a guide. I’d say about a quarter of the first draft remains and the book is a lot better for losing the other three-quarters. But writing an entire novel only to use it as a synopsis is not an efficient way to work.

I still like the idea of just sitting down and writing but it’s a lot easier if you know where you’re going first. I’ve written another novel since A Dead American which, hopefully, should be out via Fahrenheit later in the year. I wouldn’t say that I planned it all out in advance, but I did have a sketched outline before I began. When I came back to re-work that first draft I could concentrate on improving the text and not cutting way whole chapters while desperately filling in the plot holes.

A Citizen of Nowhere (Salazar #1), The Paris Ripper and A Dead American in Pairs (Salazar #2) are all available through Fahrenheit Press. The Paris Ripper is a standalone book but the events occur after those of A Dead American.

 

About the Author:

seth lynch

Born and brought up in the West of England, Seth has also lived in Carcassonne, Zurich and the Isle of Man.

With two daughters, his writing time is the period spent in cafés as the girls do gym, dance and drama lessons.

Social Media Links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SethALynch

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Seth-Lynch/e/B00E7SZ3FS/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sethlynchauthor/

 

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** My thanks to Emma at damppebbles blog tours & Fahrenheit Press for my copy of this book and for inviting me to be part of the blog tour **

 

Description:

Two cops, both on different sides of the law – both with the same gangland boss in their sights.

Sam Batford is an undercover officer with the Metropolitan Police who will stop at nothing to get his hands on fearsome crime-lord Vincenzo Guardino’s drug supply.

DCI Klara Winter runs a team on the National Crime Agency, she’s also chasing down Guardino, but unlike Sam Batford she’s determined to bring the gangster to justice and get his drugs off the streets.

Set in a time of austerity and police cuts where opportunities for corruption are rife, Rubicon is a tense, dark thriller that is definitely not for the faint hearted.

My Thoughts & Review:

Rubicon is a book that you pick up when you have a free day, it’s the sort of book that once you start, you will not want to put it down again.  It’s gripping, it’s dark and it’s utterly thrilling!

The narrative is seen from the perspective of two characters, DS Sam Batford and DCI Klara Winter, and for all intent and purposes they are on the same team but their end goals are vastly different.
Batford is an undercover agent with Metropolitan Police, and the impression he gives through his somewhat narcissistic narrative is that he’s a renegade, a damned good one though.  He’s a bit of a loose cannon, but he seems to get results, even if he doesn’t follow the rule book.
Winter on the other hand is the polar opposite, she follows the rules, she works as part of a team, and there’s no question as to whether she may be rogue or not.  Through a series of diary/journal like entries, the reader is privy to her frustrations and anger at how the current case is progressing and the politics between police departments.

It’s clear from the snappy writing that the author has experience of policing and his ability to say so much without overdoing it is superb.  The plot is pacy and taught, the characters are the sort that you almost want them to be caught out, you almost want to see Batford get caught out at times … even just to see him talk his way out of it.

It’s an action packed, thrilling read that grabs the reader from the outset and leaves you wondering who exactly the bad guy is.  It’s clever, the plotting is great and characterisation spot on!
Ian Patrick is an author I will be keeping an eye on from now on and Rubicon is highly recommended!

You can buy a copy of Rubicon via:

Amazon UK
Fahrenheit Press (Publisher)

 

About the Author:

Educated in Nottingham, Ian left school at sixteen. After three years in the Civil Service he moved to London for a career in the Metropolitan Police.

He spent twenty-seven years as a police officer, the majority as a detective within the Specialist Operations Command. A career in policing is a career in writing. Ian has been used to carrying a book and pen and making notes.

Now retired, the need to write didn’t leave and evolved into fiction.

Ian’s Social Media:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/IPatrick_Author

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ian-Patrick/e/B075VB1MP4/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

 

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