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I am so thrilled to welcome you to my stop on the blog tour for Hell to Pay by Rachel Amphlett and share a guest post with you about her daily writing habits.  Hell to Pay is the fourth book in the Detective Kay Hunter series, and it sounds like a fast paced crime thriller that will delight readers!



When a road traffic accident on a dark autumn night uncovers a disturbing conspiracy, Detective Sergeant Kay Hunter’s investigation exposes a ruthless serial killer exploiting vulnerable young women.

With her enemies unmasked and her career spiralling out of control, Kay’s determination to seek vengeance for the victims brings her dangerously close to those who want to silence her.

Undeterred, she uncovers the real reason behind a plot to destroy her career and sets in motion a terrifying chain of events.

Could Kay’s need for revenge be her undoing, or will she survive to see justice served?

Hell to Pay is a gripping fast paced crime thriller, and the fourth in the Detective Kay Hunter series:


Guest Post:

Jamming with words – my daily writing habits

There’s one thing that drives me every single day, and that’s the need to create new words before I lose myself down the social media rabbit hole or become immersed in the business and marketing side of being a writer.

I now write full-time after years fitting it in around first full-time work and then a part-time job as I slowly grew more successful, but that opens up a whole new can of worms: how to write more, without affecting my health? We’ve all heard horror stories of typists with RSI, bad backs and the like, and I didn’t want to end up like that, so about 12 months ago, I took the plunge.

I started using dictation software to smash my daily word targets.

At first, I approached it with a bit of trepidation, I’ll be honest. After all, it’s weird hearing your own voice, and there is a tendency to feel a bit of a twit to start off with.

Nevertheless, I persevered. I didn’t worry about the special commands to make the software do flash things like save my work or anything – I simply concentrated on training it to understand my voice (not easy with a mixture of an English/Australian accent!), then introduced basic punctuation such as speech marks and commas.

I’m not a patient person by nature, but I am determined. I read all sorts of stories in Facebook groups about people’s frustrations with the same software, but I refused to give up.

The real turning point for me was the blog tour for the first Detective Kay Hunter book, Scared to Death. I’d started to find my feet with the dictation software while drafting the book, but it really saved my bacon when it came to all the guest posts I had to provide for that first tour because rather than typing each one, I simply paced about in front of my desk while I dictated the words.

It was so liberating!

For the past 12 months, I’ve probably dictated two thirds of each of my books this year, including Hell to Pay. The dictation is mostly used during the first draft stage, whereas when it comes to editing, I rely on touch typing and good old handwritten notes.

Yes, it can have its issues. The microphone is very sensitive for starters, and there have been a few instances where a loud noise in the neighbourhood has made me jump with fright, with the accompanying swear words having to be deleted afterwards!

These days though, I can’t imagine writing the Kay Hunter series without the aid of dictation – and of course, it means I can produce the books faster for readers, too!


A huge thank you to Rachel for joining me today and sharing her writing habits with me, I’m not sure I would manage to use dictation software, I always think I sound like a complete numpty when I hear my voice played back in videos…..It’d probably put me off listening to myself wittering away haha

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Thirty-something single mum Beth Haldane has her hands full, with a bouncy young son, haughty cat, a fringe with a mind of its own, and bills to pay. She loves her little home in plush London suburb Dulwich, but life here doesn’t come cheap.

She is thrilled to land the post of archivist at top local school Wyatt’s – though she secretly fears she’s not up to the job. But even Beth couldn’t have imagined how badly things could go, until she discovers a hideous crime and finds herself prime suspect.

Setting out to clear her name, Beth encounters a cast of characters who will follow her through the London Murder Mystery series, proving along the way that the nastiest secrets can lurk in the nicest places.

My Thoughts & Review:

Sometimes a cosy crime read is just what you need on a rainy day, and this book is just the ticket with a cuppa and a sneaky chocolate biscuit!

Beth Haldane turns amateur sleuth when she discovers a dead body on her first day at her new job at the local school Wyatt’s.  Unfortunately for Beth, sleuthing becomes a necessity when she finds herself the prime suspect.
Beth is a character that I think most readers will connect to, she is strong and determined, she doesn’t give up easily and won’t let the killer get away.

The setting of Dulwich makes for interesting reading, the exclusivity and snobbery around the local area is a reality that many face and I think the author really set the scene with the descriptions of the parents at drop off/collection times of the schools.  A bit like an iceberg, you only see what is on the surface, the picture perfect society.  However, underneath there is something more sinister afoot, and people acting suspiciously always makes for a longer list of suspects.

As with other cosy crime novels, the writing is inkeeping with that you would expect with the genre.  The key is in the subtleties, no graphic descriptions of blood and gore, instead a focus on the investigation (not always carried out by the police).
Having Beth as the investigative force makes this quite an enjoyable read, although there were moments I felt like shouting at her to leave it to the police.  I found it quite a quick read, being able to curl up on the sofa in the evening with my Kindle and ignoring the ironing pile in favour of trying to piece the mystery together with Beth to find out who the killer was.

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I am delighted to welcome you along to my stop on the blog tour for Hunting Angels by Conrad Jones and share an extract from this haunting crime thriller.




When an author is asked to help the police with the investigation into a double murder by identifying occult symbols, which had been carved into the victims, he is plunged into nightmare and forced to go on the run. Hunted by law and a powerful cult, he has to stay one step ahead to survive.



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“What were you about to publish about us?”

“About who exactly?” he asked angrily. “Let me out of this fucking chair before I piss myself.”

“About the Order of Nine Angels.” She stared into his eyes and he sensed the contempt she felt for him. The name Nine Angels sent a shiver of fear through his brain. He’d been investigating their order for months. At first, he thought they were just another cult with delusions of grandeur, but the deeper he looked, the more his initial impressions melted away. The evidence proved that this order was far more powerful than any other he had investigated. It was also far more dangerous.

“This is bullshit, lady.” He laughed, although there was a touch of panic in his voice. “Let me out of this chair and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I’m busting for a pee and gasping for a drink and you’re beginning to wind me up now.”

“You’ve been snooping around us and we don’t like that.”

“It’s my job to snoop around people, that’s what I do for a living.” Malcolm tried to keep his voice strong but his words were thick and slurred. “Let me out of this thing and I’ll talk to you.”

“You’re not moving from the culling chair until you’ve told us what we want to know. How long you spend in it before you talk is up to you.” She leant close to his face, her nose inches from his. He could feel her putrid breath on his cheek. He realised that he couldn’t move his head at all. It wasn’t the drink that stopped him from moving, it was a clamp of some description. As he regained the feeling in his body, he felt cold metal encircling his skull. “This is no game, Malcolm Baines, Young Reporter of the Year, and be assured that you will die here. The manner of your death is determined by you. Tell us now and it will be quick, lie and you will know suffering as you could never imagine suffering to be.”


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Hello and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for “We Have Lost the Coffee” by Paul Mathews, I am so thrilled to be able to share a fun post about a life in the day of the main character, Howie Pond.


London, 2045. Three months into the Coffee Wars and Britain’s caffeine supplies are at critical levels. Brits are drinking even more tea than usual, keeping a stiff upper lip and praying for an end to it all.

A secret Government coffee stockpile could save the day … but then mysteriously disappears overnight.

One man is asked to unravel the missing-coffee mystery. His name is Pond. Howie Pond. And he’s in desperate need of a triple espresso. Meanwhile, his journalist wife, Britt, is hunting royal fugitive Emma Windsor on the streets of the capital.

Can Howie save the British Republic from caffeine-starved chaos? Will the runaway royal be found? And just what will desperate coffee drinkers do for their next caffeine fix? Find out, in Paul Mathews’ latest comedy-thriller set in the Britain of the future…

‘We Have Lost The Coffee’ is packed with dry British humour, political satire, dozens of comedy characters and enough coffee jokes to keep you awake all night. It’s full of crazy action and adventure in London, and beyond, and is guaranteed to set your pulse racing faster than a quadruple espresso.

So, join Howie, Britt and friends – as well as some enemies – as you travel forward in time to 2040s London.

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A Day in The Life of Howie Pond

Where do they go?

Monday to Friday, Howie Pond heads for Buckingham Palace – the new centre of government in London, 2044 – where he works as the president’s spokesperson. After ploughing through a mountain of e-comms, he’ll often take a lunchtime trip to the Two Chairmen pub in St James’ Park (a real pub where his creator often sneaked off at lunchtimes, when working nearby as a real-life civil servant). This often involves alcohol and meat pies. At the end of the day, Howie heads home on the Metro to his pod in Battersea where there is always a hungry cat waiting for him.

At the weekend, he might go to Craven Cottage football stadium and cheer on Fulham. Or head to a top restaurant with his wife, Britt, so he can treat his stomach to some non-junk food. Occasionally, he will pop to a casino and win at roulette – and yes, he always wins!

What do they do?

As well as his main job – which involves cleaning up the media mess left by the president and being as unhelpful as possible to journalists – Howie is also a part-time secret agent. In each of the ‘We Have Lost’ books, he is asked to investigate a mysterious disappearance – in the most recent story, it’s the nation’s emergency caffeine stockpiles. This involves asking lots of questions and, in a lot of cases, not getting very many answers.

Who are they with?

When he’s not at home with his wife (fellow main character Britt), Howie has to run around after a celebrity-turned-politician president, as well as fifty other vice presidents, which involves spending a lot more time with them than he really wants. In addition, he has to manage the Buckingham Palace press office and report regularly to his secret service boss, Martha Blake. He also meets a host of weird and wonderful characters during his secret agent adventures. So it’s fair to say, he gets around a bit.

What do they think? Feel?

Howie is so super-mega busy all the time, he often tries to wish himself into another dimension. So far, this hasn’t worked. But he’s not giving up just yet.

A lot of the time, Howie thinks about food and coffee. And, while he is happy to be following in the footsteps of his hero James Bond, this rather gets in the way of his mealtimes. His normal morning pick-me-up is a triple espresso and possibly a doughnut if there are any lying around his office. His favourite pub lunch is steak-and-ale pie with mash and mushy peas and he’ll usually wash that down with a pint (or half-litre, now that imperial measurements are banned) of Guinness. Dinner could be anything – as long as it’s not a salad.

Why are they doing whatever it is they are doing?

That’s a question Howie often asks himself. He doesn’t always have an answer.


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Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Promised Lies by Marguerite Ashton, I am thrilled to be able to share an extract from this fantastic book as well as the chance for you to win an ebook copy.



Detective Lily Blanchette has a lot on her plate. Her sister, Celine, was murdered, her parents are on the verge of divorce, and after a whirlwind romance, she married a man she barely knows.

When the bodies of two young women are found, it is clear that the killer is the same person who murdered her sister, Lily sets out to find out who that is.

As the investigation comes to life, Lily realises that all is not as it seems in her life, who can she actually trust and who is she?



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Chapter 1

October 21, 9:21 p.m.

Tanya O’Neal’s bare feet padded the cold moist earth as she struggled to find a way out of the hole located in her captor’s shed. His real name she didn’t know; just his online profile: CtryGeek23. It had been two days since she’d decided to flee the demeaning abuse from her uncle to be with the man she thought was sweet, kind and wanted to be with her. I’m sorry, Mom.

Now she was going to be the next to die. Did she have a chance in hell of getting out? Why would he kill her friend and keep her alive? She just wanted out before he came back again. Pain vibrated through her body as she dug at the dirt wall, trying to climb out only to keep falling back in.

She stepped away from the wall and wiped her hands on the poodle skirt and oversize sweater CtryGeek23 had given her. Even with the heat from the wood stove, Tanya fought to stay warm. She looked down at the dark stain on the sleeve and wondered if another person had worn the sweater. Like another victim?

Still groggy from being drugged, Tanya rubbed her swollen eyes and lifted her head to try to look out of the dimly lit hole. Not able to see much, she stepped back, stumbling over the lifeless body of her friend. Sam.

Within seconds she was back on her feet, scanning the shed. Dim evening light shined through two windows above, catching the black seat attached to a red tractor in its path. A cluttered workbench sat on the other side of the tractor.

Heavy footsteps moved around outside, coming closer.

Tanya’s breath caught in her throat.

The door to the shed flew open and in walked the older man who’d made her dress up in clothes from the fifties and listen to stories while he worked around in the shed. “Remember my little story I told you about?”

“Yes,” Tanya said in a low whisper.

CtryGeek23 lowered a ladder into the hole and adjusted it to a longer length. “You can come out now,” he said positioning the ladder.

Tanya hesitated. His face resembled stone. It was like looking at a shaped mask, but hidden underneath was the same expression of anger he’d worn as he stabbed her friend over and over.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the ladder, placed her feet on the cold rungs and ascended. If he was going to get rid of her wouldn’t he come down into the hole and do to her what he did to Sam? Maybe he was going to let her go because she’d listened to his story, unlike her friend, who’d refused.

As she reached the top of the ladder, he turned around, retrieved some rags from the workbench and tossed them onto the drop cloth lying near the door. CtryGeek23 faced her and ran his fingers along her cheek. “So pretty. So innocent. You remind me of the woman in my story. The skirt looks good on you don’t you think? Go ahead, twirl around for me.”

Hot tears streaked Tanya’s face as she did what he wanted. When she was done, she stared up at CtryGeek23, trying to look past him at the shed door. She wanted to swoop around him and try to claim her freedom. But she’d seen his quick movements when he went after Sam when she tried to escape. And look what happened to her.

“I’m going to ask you a question.”

“A question?”

“Let’s pretend you’re my girlfriend.” He grabbed her hand and pulled Tanya toward him. “Would you promise to marry me knowing what you do now?”

Marry you? Was he talking about the story he told me? What am I supposed to say? Yes.

Farm machinery sounded in the distance.

“Yes,” Tanya said, trying to pull out of his grasp.

CtryGeek23’s grip tightened.

Tanya’s knees buckled.

Quick breaths escaped from his mouth, filling the space between them with a spicy aroma. “Your eyes tell me something different.”

Without warning, CtryGeek23 hoisted a knife speckled with blood and sliced open Tanya’s sweater.

Shocked, she threw up her hands as he raised the knife again, blocking the strike.

CtryGeek23 cursed, threw Tanya down on the drop cloth. She screamed as she scrambled towards the door.

Running footsteps passed her by as CtryGeek23 lunged for the door, flipped the hasp over and snapped the padlock shut.


11:39 p.m.


The pounding in Detective Collin Blanchette’s ears elevated as he closed the folder on the cold case file and looked at the photo of his daughter, Celine, attached to the unsolved case from six months ago.

It had been three weeks since he’d decided to take another crack at it, hoping he’d find another case that resembled his daughter’s murder. Some of the best guys he knew had worked the case, but the leads had dried up. It was as if the cold-hearted bastard had taken extra care to cover his tracks so that he wouldn’t be found.

Usually, a perp will leave something behind, no matter how small but not this one. Now it was time to find him.

Collin’s desk phone rang and he picked it up on the first ring. “Homicide.”

“Do you have anything on that drug dealer that was killed over on Riley Street?”

A late-night call from the assistant district attorney meant she was sniffing around trying to see if the police were doing their job. “I know you’re busy huddled at your desk waiting for the next defendant, but Riley Street isn’t my only case.”

“Do you have anything or not?”

“No one in the neighborhood is talking.”

“I don’t believe that. Everybody talks to you. Or maybe there’s a six-month-old case pulling at your heart strings that’s keeping you from doing your job.”

“Guess I’ve lost my touch, because the tweekers aren’t desperate enough to pass up their fix for a place to sleep,” Collin said.

“What about your informants? I know you have at least two and they aren’t registered to you.”

Silence lingered on the phone. Although Ibee was right about having informants on the side, he had his reasons and she knew it.

“Dammit, I’m due for a comp after what you did to bust up the Surace case a while back. That case was my shot to make me look good to the voters.”

“That Surace case was a long time ago and what you were doing was wrong.” Collin cupped his hand over the receiver and lowered his voice. “Don’t forget, I’ve got enough stuff on you to make that guy you were going to send to prison for a murder he didn’t commit look like a saint.” He slammed the phone down.

“Whoa, buddy,” Kevin said, knocking on Collin’s office door. “Who pissed you off this time?” He stepped in and closed the door.

Collin looked up and forced a smile for his old partner and sergeant. Kevin Owen sported a military-style haircut laced with silver streaks, broad shoulders, and a little paunch that protruded slightly over his belt. “The one person that can fill my tolerance filter in less than ten seconds just by opening her mouth.”

Sarge pulled up a chair and took a seat across from Collin. He leaned back and stared at his friend. “I think there are only two people who can handle our A.D.A. Your daughter and her partner.” A flicker of concern danced in his eyes.

Collin nodded and pondered the real reason why Kevin was here on his day off. It reminded him of the times they used to ride together. Tomorrow they were getting together for coffee so they could plan one more day to play golf before the weather started getting cold. Why couldn’t it wait until then? “What’s wrong, Kev?”

Heavy rain pelted the window overlooking the parking lot.

“One of the guys saw your wife having lunch with You Know Who.”

“Does this person have proof?” Collin asked.

“Several people have proof. The officer was celebrating his birthday at McGinley’s with his family where they took pics and shared them online. I just wanted to tell you before someone else did. And after everything you’ve been through with her…”

Collin stood, yanked his coat of his chair and stormed out of the office. “Damn you, Deena.”

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I am delighted to welcome you along to my stop on the blog tour for “Accidental Damage” by Alice May and share with you a fab insight into the author and where the inspiration came from for her book.




If you think the normal school run on a Monday is entertaining you should try doing it from a tent in your back garden surrounded by the jumbled up contents of your entire home. It is vastly more diverting. Our heroine has survived the sudden collapse of her home – or has she? Certain events two and a half years ago led her to deliberately destroy an important piece of herself, hiding away all remaining evidence that it ever existed. What happens when she decides to go looking for it? Does she really deserve to be whole again? Inspired by a true story, this is an account of one woman’s secret guilt and her journey in search of forgiveness!


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‘Accidental Damage – Tales from the house that sat down!’ by Alice May

‘Accidental Damage’ was inspired by a real life event. My husband, four children and I spent a year living in our garden after part of our house fell down. In spite of the horrible circumstances it was a time of massive positivity and growth for the whole family. Once we had accepted that we couldn’t stay in our house and couldn’t really go anywhere else we just had to knuckle down and get on with life.

So many funny and ridiculous things happened to us on our journey to rebuild our home it made a fabulous idea on which to base my first fictional novel.



Author Spotlight:

I was born in Sheffield, one of four siblings, and brought up in South Wales. At the age of six I saw my grandmother’s paintings on display and was inspired to learn to paint and my parents bought me a ‘how-to-draw’ book every birthday and Christmas from that moment onwards.

After scraping together a random selection of GCSEs and A-levels at school I went to university to study Environmental Science. Once there I also attended art classes in the evening. Mainly because I couldn’t believe there would actually be ‘life’ models there and I wanted to check if it was true! It was!! After university, I did a bit of travelling before settling down on the Dorset/Hampshire border to juggle work, family and painting.

I have always been an avid reader and dreamed of writing a novel one day, but I never actually thought I would really achieve this! It is really fun that I can use my own artwork on the covers for my books too. It makes me feel that the creative process is entirely mine.

At the moment, I am reviewing the first draft of my second novel, the sequel to ‘Accidental Damage – Tales from the house that sat down’, and I have written and illustrated a children’s book which is currently at the design layout stage. Added to that, my third fictional novel is mapped out on paper ready to start writing once the second has been published.

It’s been an incredible journey and I can’t help but look back and wonder how I got here.

A huge thank you to Alice for joining me today and sharing a little more about here and where the idea came from for her novel.

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I am delighted to welcome you along to my stop on the blog tour for Roger A Price’s “Vengeance” and share a piece with you where the author discusses the road to publication.

Book Description:



Jack Quintel is a hit man. When a job comes in to kill the Deputy Chief Constable of the Greater Manchester Police Jim Reedly, he contracts it out to a new guy, Charlie Parker. Watching in the shadows, Quintel sees Parker shoot out Reedly’s windscreen, then drag him into the woods and thinks the job’s been done. But when Parker tries to pass off a pig’s heart as Reedly’s, things start to go very wrong. Jack’s right hand man Jason kills Charlie, who it turns out is an undercover police officer.

Detective Vinnie Palmer is with the Preston police. He was called in when they

received the information about the impending hit. Now he has to figure out how to clean up the mess. And he wants whoever killed Parker bad. He finds the man who put Parker in touch with Quintel, a low life hood named Dempter, living in an estate in Preston. He doesn’t know much, but motivated by money, agrees to be an informant for the police.

Christine Jones is a TV reporter. She and Vinnie had worked together before, chasing a serial killer. They meet again at the warehouse where Charlie was killed, and realise their relationship could be more than professional. But first, Christine wants to know what’s happening. Vinnie agrees to keep her in the loop.

Meanwhile, Christine is working on a documentary about positive discrimination against non-Catholic officers in Northern Ireland since the peace process. She mak

es contact with a former police officer in Northern Belfast named Paul Bury, who feeds her some of the information she needs.

Meanwhile, as the bodies start to pile up in Preston, there’s another attempt on Reedly’s life, when a grenade is thrown at him at his brother in law’s funeral.  As Vinnie fights to keep Reedly alive, suddenly Christine’s life is in danger. And they both start to wonder if the contract against Reedly has anything to do with her documentary on Northern Ireland. But how could it?

Filled with twists and turns and gritty detail, this is must read for crime fans everywhere.

You can buy a copy of “Vengeance” in the UK via Amazon here or in the US via Amazon here


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When did you first decided to get your ideas out of your head and onto paper?

I’ve always harboured the desire to write, but always found excuses not to. That said when I was a working detective, time was a precious commodity, so when I left the cops with a huge amount of experience in both the covert and overt side of investigations, I knew I had to try.

How long did that first manuscript take to perfect?

Over the years, I had done some formal training on how to write creatively, but having not put any of it into practice, I’d forgotten most of it. My dilemma was, do I do a further course/night school, or do I just write? I decided to just get on with it.

After nearly a year, I thought I had my first book – which became ‘By Their Rules’ – as good as I could get it, so then took the plunge and sent it to a literary consultant and paid them to critique it. What came back was little short of a crime scene after it had been ripped to shreds. And rightly so! After I had stopped crying I started to go through the in-depth report and put all the structural mistakes right. Such things as POV errors, ‘head hopping’ being a common mistake made by new authors. I worked and re-worked on it until I felt it was ready to start submitting.   

How did you get it in front of publishers?

I learnt a lot about how to approach editors and agents through Writers’ and Artists’ Yearbook, perfecting my covering letter and synopsis before attaching my sample chapters and starting to send my submission out.

Did you have an agent?

No, but I have had some interested, some very, but not enough to offer representation. I think fewer and fewer are taking the risks they once took with an emerging voice. Also, a lot is down to luck; hitting the right agent (or editor) with the right story at the just the right time. What feedback I did get from my many rejections was that I could write to submission standard, and I could tell a story. That was a massive positive and inspiration to continue.

My first two books ‘By Their Rules’ and ‘A New Menace’ are in their own series, but ‘Nemesis’ and ‘Vengeance’ are a different series (The Badge and the Pen series). I needed to change publisher so needed to create a new series. It took me a further year of rejections and then I was offered two contacts in the same week! I am now happily signed with the marvellous Endeavour Press.       

What was the first reaction of people?

You really do feel naked when your first book is published and you are awaiting the first reaction from readers and reviewers. I’ve been very fortunate to have received hugely supportive and positive feedback to date. But I’m never complacent; you are only as good as your last book/review.  

Did the publishers want to change a lot? All? Nothing? Did you agree? Or stick to your guns and find someone else?

An interesting question; before my first book was signed, one publisher rejected it but asked for a re-write to reduce it by a third! They were very prescriptive in which episodes they wanted removing. I did the work and then resubmitted, only for them to reject it and ask for no further work to be done! That left me with two very different versions of the book. I chose to stick with the original and drop the abridged version which proved to be the correct decision.

What input did you have on the cover? Font? Etc. …

You are asked your opinion, but the decisions are already made at this stage bar minor tweaks. The cover design is part of the publisher’s brand so it is understandable that they make the decisions. When I was researching who to approach, looking at the cover designs of other books published by a particular publisher is important. I always thought Endeavour Press’ were stunning.

If you could do it all again, what would you change?

Perhaps if I’d taken on some more training before I started I might have saved myself a lot of pain from that first critical critique; that said, it was just the kick up then pants I needed.

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