#BlogTour #Review Helene by Karl Drinkwater @karldrinkwater @rararesources

Helene (e-book)

Title: Helene by Karl Drinkwater

Date Published: 3rd October 2019

Genre: Sci-fi/short story

Description:

Dr Helene Vermalle is shaping the conscience of a goddess-level AI.

As a leading civilian expert in Emergent AI Socialisation, she has been invited to assist in a secret military project.

Her role? Helping ViraUHX, the most advanced AI in the universe, to pass through four theoretical development stages. But it’s not easy training a mind that surpasses her in raw intellect. And the developing AI is capable of killing her with a single tantrum.

On top of this, she must prove her loyalty to the oppressive government hovering over her shoulder. They want a weapon. She wants to instil an overriding sense of morality.

Can she teach the AI right and wrong without being categorised as disloyal?

Lost Tales of Solace are short side-stories set in the Lost Solace universe.

You can buy your copy here – https://books2read.com/b/Helene

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Review:

I want to thank Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me on this tour and providing me with a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.

So this is a prequel novella to the author’s Lost Solace series and having not read any of the other books, it was a perfect place for me to start

Helene is a futuristic sci-fi short story, the perfect mix of intrigue, entertainment plus a dash of humour.

Helene is a great character. Smart, brave but there’s also a little bit of mystery to her. I absolutely loved the way the author played her off ViraUHX, it was so much fun to read!  

In large part the story is mostly dialogue, with ViraUHX voice written in all capitals which I didn’t mind. Although it got a little hard to read in places especially when the AI decided to go on a rant.

The ending of the book isn’t a cliffhanger so to speak but it does leave it open for the next book, giving you a little peek almost of what’s to come. I was so intrigued by the ending, I’ve put the other two novels in this series on my wishlist.

My only issue was I wished the story was longer!

Helene is a well written and compelling sci-fi story that will leave you wanting more! 

About The Author:

Karl Drinkwater is originally from Manchester but lived in Wales for twenty years, and now calls Scotland his home. He’s a full-time author, edits fiction for other writers, and2018-01 was a professional librarian for over twenty-five years. He has degrees in English, Classics, and Information Science.

He writes in multiple genres: his aim is always just to tell a good story. Among his books you’ll find elements of literary and contemporary fiction, gritty urban, horror, suspense, paranormal, thriller, sci-fi, romance, social commentary, and more. The end result is interesting and authentic characters, clever and compelling plots, and believable worlds.

When he isn’t writing he loves exercise, guitars, computer and board games, the natural environment, animals, social justice, cake, and zombies. Not necessarily in that order.

Social Media Links – 

https://www.facebook.com/karlzdrinkwater/ 

https://twitter.com/karldrinkwater 

https://www.instagram.com/authorkdrinkwater/ 

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5766025.Karl_Drinkwater 

#BlogTour #Review The Fathers, The Sons And The Anxious Ghost by Jamie Adams @JamieAdStories @damppebbles #damppebblesblogtours

Title: The Fathers, The Sons and The Anxious Ghost by Jamie Adams

Date Published: 30th July 2019

Genre: Literary Fiction

Description:

Three guys in their thirties have something in common. Their children all go to the same school. One day a tragic event leads to them having to deal with a lurking aftermath which draws them into each other’s lives and causes them to rethink their attitudes to just about everything. The children tell the second part of this story, ten years after the initial events. The dust seems to have settled until one of them uncovers information that throws everything back into chaos. The third part… well that will have to wait.

You can buy your copy here:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07VW63P3K/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i2

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1528917367/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

Waterstones: https://www.waterstones.com/book/the-fathers-the-sons-and-the-anxious-ghost/jamie-adams/9781528917360

WHSmith: https://www.whsmith.co.uk/products/the-fathers-the-sons-and-the-anxious-ghost/jamie-adams/paperback/9781528917360.html

Foyles: https://www.foyles.co.uk/witem/fiction-poetry/the-fathers-the-sons-and-the-anxious,jamie-adams-9781528917360

Hive.co.uk: https://www.hive.co.uk/Product/Jamie-Adams/The-Fathers-the-Sons-and-the-Anxious-Ghost/24079110

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Review:

I want to thank Emma at Damppebbles blog tours for inviting me on this tour and providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

I’m a bit of a sucker for a usual title and I found the blurb very intriguing, even though this is not my usual sort of book, I thought I’d give it a go.

The Fathers, The Sons and The Anxious Ghost is a short novella, just over a hundred pages long, but it has a lot of emotion packed into it. 

Told through multiple perspectives, it begins with the fathers, then jumps ten years into the future to their sons showing how a tragic event can have a ripple effect on people’s lives. 

I didn’t find most of the characters that likeable but to me the fascinating storyline made up for this. 

This book is very much a story of two halves, I felt the first half, story and character wise was stronger and I feel that I would have preferred to have been focussed on the fathers for the whole thing.

I’d recommend The Fathers, The Sons and The Anxious Ghost to anyone who likes a real character driven story.

About The Author:

Jamie is a teacher who has studied a geography degree back in the nineties because of Jamie Adamshis love of nature and the outdoors. He found environmental education especially important and soon became a teacher for the primary-age group. Jamie enjoys reading and watching all kinds of theatre productions, from high dramas to lively musicals. His love of writing shines through in everything he does.

After writing a group of short stories linked to romance, which he published as ‘Short Dates’ independently, he decided to write a novella centred around topical issues such as mental health, parenting and relationships.

Social Media:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JamieAdStories

Website: http://jamieadstories.com/

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jamie-Adams/e/B07C642RJZ/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

When Stars Will Shine: An Anthology compiled by Emma Mitchell @emmamitchellfpr #WhenStarsWillShine #bookpromo #H4HAnthology

Hello lovelies, today I’m very excited to share a very special book When Stars Will Shine, an anthology of short stories compiled by Emma Mitchell and released on the 9th December. It’s just £5 or $6.47 to pre-order on Kindle and every penny goes to the charity Help For Heroes. If that doesn’t tempt you enough, then here’s the blurb:

When Stars Will Shine is a collection of short stories from your favourite authors who have come together to deliver you a Christmas read with a twist.

With true war tales that will break your heart, gritty Christmas crimes that will shake you to your core, and heart-warming tales of love lost and found, this anthology has something for everyone. And, with every penny made being sent to support our troops, you can rest assured that you’re helping our heroes, one page at a time.

From authors such as Louise Jensen, Graham Smith, Malcolm Hollingdrake, Lucy Cameron, Val Portelli, and Alex Kane, you are in for one heck of a ride!

When Stars Will Shine is the perfect Christmas gift for the bookworms in your life!

Full contents:

Fredrick Snellgrove, Private 23208 by Rob Ashman

Four Seasons by Robert Scragg

The Close Encounter by Gordon Bickerstaff

Believe by Mark Brownless

What Can Possibly Go Wrong? by Lucy Cameron

Mountain Dew by Paul T. Campbell

The Art of War and Peace by John Carson

A Gift for Christmas by Kris Egleton

Free Time by Stewart Giles

Died of Wounds by Malcolm Hollingdrake

The Christmas Killer by Louise Jensen

The Village Hotel by Alex Kane 

A Present of Presence by HR Kemp

The Invitation by Billy McLaughlin

Brothers Forever by Paul Moore

Girl in a Red Shirt by Owen Mullen

Pivotal Moments by Anna Osborne

Uncles Christmas by Val Portelli

Time for a Barbeque by Carmen Radtke

Christmas Present by Lexi Rees

Inside Out by KA Richardson

Penance by Jane Risdon

New Year’s Resolution by Robert Scragg

Family Time by Graham Smith 

I’ve pre-ordered a copy myself, if you’d like to order your copy, you can use the links below:

Amazon 🇬🇧 https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08234131P/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_U_x_JMJ7Db9GJP01N

For more information, please contact Emma Mitchell: emmamitchellfpr@gmail.com

 

#ShortStory A Hunter’s Night Off by L.J Cassidy #Halloween2019

Happy Halloween everyone! I haven’t shared one of my short stories for a while so I thought I’d share this fun little story. I wrote this in prep for NaNoWriMo which starts tomorrow and I will be taking part of, and hopefully winning (wish me luck I’m gonna need it!). Without further ado, here’s A Hunter’s Night off…

Mist hung low over the ground, making it feel like I was trapped in a cheesy old horror movie. Occasionally the wind howled, whipping up fallen Autumn leaves. 

It was the perfect Halloween night.

Well, that was if you were inside, nice and warm, not out Trick or Treating with your eight year old son on your first night off in weeks. 

I’m still trying to figure out how my husband had convinced me not only to go out but to dress up and ‘get into the spirit of things’ yet managed to wiggle out of coming himself…I swear there must have been some sort of hypnosis involved.  It didn’t help that the vampire outfit I’d chosen seemed to be made out of the thinnest material known to man, and was as much use as using a tissue against a thunderstorm at keeping the cold out. I tried pulling my cloak tighter around my body but it made no difference. I was slowly turning into an icicle.  

Next year I was dressing up as an Eskimo.

I’d been trying and failing to get Connor to go home for the last five minutes, it wasn’t working.

“Just one more house mum, please,” he whined.

We’d been at it for almost an hour and his bag was barely half full. I felt bad. This was a new neighbourhood and we’d yet to work out who answered their door and who didn’t. I could see him shivering, his own superhero costume doing little to keep out the cold. 

“Fine, just one more but then we’re going home.”

He clapped his hands together and ran towards a house at the end of the street. It didn’t look much different from the other red brick houses around it but there was something definitely off about the place. Maybe it was because every window lit up, like a beacon in the darkness, looking so inviting. I could feel my sixth sense tingling.

“Connor, maybe not that one-”

It was too late, he’d already rang the bell.

By the time that I’d marched up to Connor’s side the door had swung open. A plump old lady stood, surrounded by a golden light. 

“Trick or treat,” cried Connor holding out his bag.

The woman put a hand to her bosom.

“Oh my, aren’t you darling.”

Her eyes travelled to me. There was something in her expression that I couldn’t read.

Another alarm bell rang.

“Well, young man, I have some sweets inside the house but the bowl is far too heavy for me to carry, would you like to come in and pick some?”

“Yes please.”

Connor ran inside before I could stop him.

I let out a sigh. 

He knew not to go into strange houses, what has gotten into him?

The old woman when to close the door but I stuck my foot in.

“I better come in hadn’t I? I don’t want him eating you out of house and home.”

She let out a little laugh.

“Of course. You look like you could do with a cup of tea, warm you up a treat.”

The woman opened it just enough for me to slip in.

I expected Connor to be in the hallway, hovering over a bowl of sweets but he wasn’t there.

“Connor, where are you?”

A strange smell reached my nose, coppery, earthy, maybe.  

“Oh, he’s probably in the kitchen. That’s where I left the sweets. How about I go and get him?”

I could feel the hairs on my arms rise, every sense I had screamed that I should run.

“No, if you point me in the right direction, I’ll get him.”

I took a step away from her but in the blink of an eye she was in front of me.

“I don’t think so my dear.”

She cocked her head to the side and gave me a wide smile.

That’s when I saw her fangs.

Oh, the irony wasn’t lost on me.

“I’m afraid you’re mine now.”

My hand went to my waist, where I usually keep my trusty tools for hunting but I remember I’d taken them off, convinced I was having a night off from all that.

Her nostrils flared.

“You don’t seem that scared. Not at all like my usual prey.”

I adopted a defensive stance.

“I’m not your usual prey.”

She pounced but I was ready for her, catching her in the chest with my boot.

The vampire hissed, steam rising from her chest.

“Silver capped boots, never leave the house without them.”

“Hunter.”

“Got it in one.”

We circled each other, I kept an eye out for any weapon.

I spotted the wooden banister, if I could snap off a piece. It’d make a perfect stake.

My moment of lost concentration gave the creature the edge, charging at me. It caught me around the waist, we crashed to the ground.

I could smell it’s fetid breath, as its strong hands held me down, tearing at my outfit.

Bucking and twisting made no difference, it clung to me.

My boot had worked loose, if I could reach it…

“I’m going to drain you dry, then I’ll start on your little boy but don’t worry, I won’t kill him. I’ll turn him, make him into my son.”

My fingers grazed the back of my boot.

“Why do you creatures always insist on telling me your evil plan before you do it? I mean you could have killed me by now but no, you just yap, yap, yap away.”

It snarled.

My hand enclosed round the boot.

“Oh, I’m going to enough killing you.”

It reared back, opening its jaw wide, ready to rip my throat out.

I brought the boot up, catching it on the face. It was enough for me to wiggle out of its grasp.

I ran for the bannister, elbowing out one of the balusters.

This time when the vampire charged at me, I met it with a sharp piece of wood to the heart.

It burst into dust.

“Mum…”

I heard Connor’s voice. Quickly I shoved my foot back into my boot, readjusted my torn outfit and tried to move as much dust out of the way as possible.

He burst into the hallway a moment later carrying a huge bowl of sweets, the telltale signs of chocolate around his mouth.

“Where’s the lady gone?”

“Oh, she had to go to bed but she told me you can have as many sweets as you can fit your bag.”

His big blue eyes lit up.

“Really?”

“Really really.”

He started shoving handfuls of sweets into his bag until it was almost bursting.

“Shall we go home now?” he asked.

“Come on then.”

I held out my hand which he took, making a mental note to come back later to check there were no more vampires hanging around. The last thing I want is to settle in a new neighbourhood with a vampire nest in it.

So much for my night off.

© L.J. Cassidy 2019

#BlogTour #Review The Scott Family Short Stories by Amanda Paull @Apaullfiction @rararesources

Today I’m bring you not one but three reviews of the Scott family short stories by Amanda Paull. A big thank you to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me on this tour and providing a copy of these books.

Title: Let’s Dance (Scott Family Short Stories, Book 1)

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She’s helping out a friend. His dad’s hip’s gone. Could a farcical mix-up lead to love?

Ballroom dancing is the last thing Laura wants to try. But her best friend is desperate to meet a hip-swinging Adonis, so before she knows it, Laura is cha cha cha-ing in the back of the Dog and Duck with nerdy Ben. At least no one else need ever find out. No such luck. Her mother is armed with a social media page and dangerous. The shenanigans begin. What a pity Ben’s now looking rather dapper. Will he scarper? Or is Ben made of sterner stuff?
If you like innocent, laugh-out-loud family mayhem, you’ll love Let’s Dance, the first Scott Family.

Purchase Link

UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dance-Scott-Family-Short-Stories-ebook/dp/B079ML1K2P

US – https://www.amazon.com/Dance-Scott-Family-Short-Stories-ebook/dp/B079ML1K2

Review:

Laura is dragged by her friend Shona to her latest fad to keep fit and find a man; Ballroom dancing. Unimpressed by the doggy pub where it’s being held and even less by the selection of men, Laura is sure that she won’t be back for a second lesson until she meets nerdy Ben who for some reason won’t give up on her. Even when he meets her bonkers family.

What a fun and refreshing read this was! It’s fairly quick read, it took me about an hour or so which is perfect if you’ve got a long boring journey or wait ahead of you.

At first I found Laura a little stuck up but I found myself warming to her, especially when you meet her sullen teenage daughter and mother who seems intent on marrying her off!

Now I have to be honest it did feel like two separate short stories made into one, the ballroom dancing part, then meeting Laura’s bonkers family and the two aspects of the story could have been combined a little better.

Overall Let’s Dance is a fun short story perfect for a little escape from reality.

Title: A Christmas Day Kerfuffle (Scott Family Short Stories, Book 2)

Description:

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After a shaky start, Laura and Ben are now getting along great. So much so that Laura dares to invite him for a Christmas Day brunch with her family. As the good tidings commence, a horrifying discovery is made. Freddie, the family poodle, is trapped. Will the ensuing biblical scale mayhem sound the death knell for Laura and Ben’s budding romance? Or is he just a glutton for punishment?


If you enjoyed Let’s Dance, you’ll love A Christmas Day Kerfuffle, the second Scott Family Short Story, by Amanda Paull. Download it today to discover whether love prevails, and Freddie cooks.

Purchase Links

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N05F9KU

US – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N05F9KU/

Other Retailers UBL: https://www.books2read.com/u/boZqd1

Review:

This is the second in the Scott family short story series and can be easily read as a standalone but I would highly recommend reading the first, Let’s Dance.

Laura has invited her parents round for a Christmas brunch with her new boyfriend Ben. Many high jinks ensue after Laura’s dad misplaces the front door key, leaving the poor dog locked in. Will all the mayhem lead to Laura and Ben breaking up?

What a fun festive story this was! It made me very thankful for my own slightly bonkers family!

My only complaint was I would have liked to have been a little longer but that’s just me being picky.

Another super short read if you’re looking for a fun Christmassy caper.

Title: Fenella’s Fabulous Fountain Fondue (Scott Family Short Stories, Book 3)

Description:

It’s the day of the party. Laura and Ben are in love. But could a posh marshmallow put thefenellasfabulousfondue2 (3) kibosh on their relationship?

They’ve survived Scott Family mayhem twice so far, and now Laura and Ben’s relationship is rock solid. They are having a wonderful time at the Grand Hotel, relaxing in the spa and putting the final touches to Ben’s mother’s 85th birthday party preparations. It’s all going to plan.

Fenella loves her party. The two families get along fabulously. It’s a marvellous do. What could possibly go wrong?

Download the third Scott Family Short Story today to discover whether the Scotts have a cheeky little surprise of their own for long-suffering Ben and Laura.

Purchase Links

US – https://www.amazon.com/Fenellas-Fabulous-Fountain-Fondue-Stories-ebook/dp/B07MHFPJ2L

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fenellas-Fabulous-Fountain-Fondue-Stories-ebook/dp/B07MHFPJ2L

Review:

I’m back for the third instalment of the Scott family short stories which can be read as standalone but again I would recommend if you want a fuller picture of this crazy family, to start at the beginning with Let’s Dance.

It’s Ben’s mother’s 85th birthday and he’s invited Laura and her family along. Laura is nervous, will her parents embarrass her like they always do?

This has to be my favourite of the three stories, not just because of the fabulously tongue twisting title, but I had a bit of a giggle while reading it.

I would however have like to met Fenella properly, which I don’t think we do and see how see interacted with Laura’s family but of course that’s just my opinion.

Fenella’s Fabulous Fondue is a quick fun filled read perfect if you’ve got a few minutes to spare.

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About The Author:

Amanda Paull is a writer of humorous romantic fiction. She lives in the North East of Englandwp_20160723_13_24_54_pro - copy (2) with her husband and works in the public sector. The inspiration for her stories comes from real life, which she tries to show the funnier side of by embellishing to the hilt.

Amanda’s Website: http://www.amandapaull.co.uk

Social Media Links – Twitter: http://twitter.com/Apaullfiction

Facebook: http://facebook.com/Apaullfiction

#Review The Windmill Cafe: Summer Breeze by Poppy Blake @poppyblakebooks @HarperImpulse

Title: The Windmill Café: Summer Breeze by Poppy Blake (Book One)

Publisher: HarperImpulse

Date Published: 9th March 2018

Genre: Novella, Chicklit

Description:

As Rosie Barnes serves glasses of tangy lemonade and ice-cold prosecco at her summer garden party, she couldn’t be happier. The Windmill Café, with its peppermint green sails is a roaring success and has given Rosie a chance to escape the heartbreak of her busy life in London.

But then disaster strikes when popstar Suki Richards is taken unexpectedly ill at the party. Now all eyes are on Rosie…have her famous raspberry cupcakes poisoned her most high-profile guest? Or is someone else trying to damage Suki’s chance of stardom?

If Rosie wants to save her picture-perfect life, and the reputation of her beloved Windmill Café, she’s going to have to get to the bottom of the mystery…and fast!

Review:

So due to a scheduling mishap I had a little gap so I thought I’d pick up first in the Windmill Cafe series which has been on my tbr list since the beginning of the year (oops!).

Former florist Rosie Barnes moved to Norfolk after a particularly bad break up, landing a job at the Windmill cafe and going back to one of her first loves, baking.

She convinced the owner to throw a summer garden party and manages to get up and coming pop star Suki Richards and her friends to attend but disaster strikes when she is taken ill and her future hangs in the balance.

With the help of her new friends, especially the handsome Matt she must get to the bottom of the mystery and save her job and the Windmill cafe!

So from the absolutely gorgeous cover I was expecting some sort of sweet rom-com but actually it was more a romance mixed with a bit of cosy mystery, which as a big mystery lover I adored! It is a little heavier on the romance aspect but after so many gruesome crime books I’ve been reading of late, it made a nice change.

I felt very sorry for Rosie, she obviously has very low self-esteem and suffers from a compulsion to clean especially when she feels things around her are getting out of control. It’s nice to see through the book how she grows and becomes more confident.

Matt is also a sweet character, practical, unwavering in his support of Rosie but he hides a bit of heartbreak in his past himself.

I would have liked to dig a little deeper into Matt’s story and some of her other friend’s like Mia but I know there are two other books so I hope to get to know the characters better. Also I wasn’t a fan of the Poriot like gathering of the suspects together before an arrest is made but that’s just me being a bit fussy.

Overall The Windmill Café is a sweet, light-hearted novella with a subtle nod to classic crime fiction and good dollop of romance, perfect for a bit of escapism. A great start to the series!

About The Author:

Poppy Blake is an avid scribbler of contemporary romance and romcoms. When not writing she loves indulging in the odd cocktail or two – accompanied by a tower of cupcakes. The Windmill Cafe series follows the life and loves of Rosie and Matt in the glorious countryside of Norfolk and will be opening its doors in March 2018 with Summer Breeze. Why not pop in for a visit?

Other Books In The Series:

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The Windmill Café: Autumn Leaves (Book 2)

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The Windmill Café: Christmas Trees (Book 3)

#BlogTour #GuestPost #ShortStory One Perfect Witness by Pat Young @Bloodhoundbook @py321_young

Today I’m excited to have an exclusive short story Easy Pickins by Pat Young to celebrate the launch of her last book, One Perfect Witness but first a little about the book:

Title: One Perfect Witness by Pat Young

Publisher: Bloodhound books

Date Published: 1st October 2018

Genre: Mystery/Thriller

Description:

On a remote Scottish hillside, three paths meet. On each path, a boy, one carrying a gun.

When their paths cross, a shot is fired and a boy dies.

That leaves two – one killer and one perfect witness.

This killer will stop at nothing to make sure the witness says nothing. Difficult for most people, even for someone who’s been guarding a secret of his own for five years.

What if the witness decides he’s been silent too long? Sometimes even the unspeakable must be spoken, if we can find the words.

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Short Story: Easy Pickins

‘Hottie alert. End of the bar.’

Eva scanned the array of bottles on the gantry as if trying to decide what to drink. A tall, dark-haired man was leaning against the wall, apparently engrossed in the music.

‘Just what I need to complete this trip. A George Clooney look-alike.’  

‘Hey, Mum, I saw him first.’

‘He’s too old for you.’ Eva turned to have another look, openly this time, and found the stranger staring right at her, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. She looked away but not before her blush betrayed her, the price she always paid for her English Rose complexion.

‘Do you think it’s him?’ whispered her daughter.

Although she’d been wondering the same thing, Eva replied, ‘Now, what would George Clooney be doing in Biloxi, Mississippi?’

‘Same as us?’

‘I doubt Gorgeous George comes to Biloxi when he wants to see the beach or play roulette. Monte Carlo, maybe.’

‘Well, here’s your chance to find out. He’s coming over. Act cool.’

‘Hi ladies, where y’all from?’

Here we go again, thought Eva, as she and Lauren answered in unison, ‘Scotland.’

‘Scotland? Ya don’t say? I love Scotland.’

‘Have you been?’

‘No, but I heard tell it’s real beautiful.’

Eva gave Lauren a look that said, your turn.

‘Well, it is when the rain stays off.’ That’s ma girl.

‘What brings you ladies all the way to Biloxi, Mississippi?’

‘We’re on a road trip.’

‘Oh yeah? What y’all driving?’

‘A Mustang convertible. And we know it’s cheesy, so please don’t laugh,’ said Eva.

‘Now, why would I laugh? There’s nothing cheesy about two beautiful sisters driving an open top car.’

Eva grimaced. She’d heard the sisters line before. Any minute now, he’d offer them a drink and make a move on Lauren.

‘Can I get you ladies a cocktail?’

A tiny movement of her eyes was enough to check that Lauren was up for some fun. ‘That’s very kind of you. I’ll have a whisky sours, thank you.’

While the barman fixed their drinks, their companion introduced himself then proceeded to tell them about being invited to a ‘haggis supper’ at the home of a Scottish friend. Eva bit down on her lip. She didn’t mean to be unkind, but when he went on to tell them about the awesome toast to Robert Brown, it was just too much. She snorted with laughter and Lauren joined in.

‘Did I say something funny?’

Eva was speechless with mirth.

‘Sorry about my mother. She gets a bit giggly by the second drink.’

‘Your mother? Get outta here.’ Reaching inside his jacket, he took out a pair of horn- rimmed glasses and peered through them. ‘Shoot, you look wonderful, ma’am, if you don’t mind me saying so.’

‘Is this the southern charm we’ve heard so much about?’

‘No ma’am. Just an honest guy giving you his opinion,’ he said with a smile so disarming it made her heart flip.

As if he had suddenly remembered his manners, ‘George’ removed the glasses with his left hand and held out his right in greeting. ‘I’m Kyle. Pleased to meet you both. Welcome to the United States. Thank y’all for visiting.’

As they got ready for bed, Lauren was teasing, ‘He really fancies you, Mum. I actually feel a wee bit jealous.’

‘Aye, right,’ said Eva, although she was secretly delighted that Kyle had paid her so much attention. ‘He was pleasant company, I suppose, and he did buy all the drinks.’

‘Yes, he was very generous, and charming. And can you believe he lives near New Orleans? Maybe we’ll bump into him again.’

‘New Orleans is a big place, Lauren. And don’t forget St Patrick’s Day this weekend. Bourbon Street will be mobbed. Right, who’s doing the blog tonight, you or me?’

‘You do it, Mum. It was your idea, after all. I’m tired, and too drunk to write anything that makes sense.’

‘Didn’t you see the warning look I gave you when you accepted that third cocktail?’

‘I did, but I was having too much fun to pay any attention. Night-night.’

Eva took her iPad out of the safe and opened their blog. She had been writing it for the last few months, keeping her friends up to date. They all knew how important this trip was; a way for Lauren and her to put the horrors of the last two years behind them. Knowing she was making everyone green with envy, Eva had posted links to each hotel, and had been astonished to find that a growing number of people around the world seemed to be interested in their road trip adventures. She imagined the envious look on her friends’ faces when they read tonight’s update.

No luck at the roulette tables but we did meet a George Clooney lookalike. Lauren says he fancies me. I should be so lucky, eh, girls? Off to Louisiana in the morning. Next stop, New Orleans. Got a full schedule planned. We’ll take the streetcar into town, pick up a Po’ Boy sandwich for lunch, then hitch a ride along the Mississippi on a Steamboat. Hoping to make the eight o’ clock show at Preservation Hall so Lauren can hear some traditional jazz. Then these gals will hit Bourbon Street. Look out, Nawlins, here we come!

As they filed out past sepia photos of musicians and tattered posters that read like a Who’s Who of jazz music, Lauren said, ‘I can’t believe we’re really here, Mum. Imagine, Preservation Hall. Did you hate it?’

‘Had more fun with toothache, if I’m honest, but it’s not about me. Now, let’s see if we can find a bar with a Cajun band and grab ourselves a Hurricane. Listening to jazz is thirsty work.’

Eva had taken only a sip of her cocktail when she felt strong fingers grasp her wrist and pull her on to the dance floor. She was about to protest when she recognised the smile.

‘How’s this for a coincidence?’ shouted Kyle above the music. When the song finished, he gestured towards Lauren, who was surrounded by men at the bar. ‘Let’s go rescue your daughter.’

Over drinks they told Kyle of their plans for a swamp tour the next day and how they planned to head back to Texas so Lauren could go horse riding and buy some cowboy boots. These were the last items to be ticked off their wish list.

‘Do y’all have a reservation for that horseback riding, or someplace special y’all want to go?’

‘Not really,’ said Lauren, ‘we found a place on the Internet that looks good and it’s handy for the airport. But it does mean we’ll have to leave New Orleans a day early, which is a pity.’

‘Well, ladies, I do believe I can be of some assistance. Why don’t y’all come and ride at my place? I have a little ranch just outside of town. Y’all can take your pick of my horses and ride out for miles.’

‘Not me,’ said Eva.

‘Mum’s terrified of horses, but I would love to come, if that’s okay? What do you think, Mum?’

‘I think that’s very kind of Kyle. But Lauren, let’s talk about it before we go changing our plans.’

‘Why don’t I give you my card?’ said Kyle. ‘I have nothing planned for the day after tomorrow. If y’all want to come by and visit, I’ll be delighted. What size boots do you wear, young lady?’

Lauren told him and added that it would be great if she could borrow some, and maybe try a western saddle.’

‘Hang on, Lauren,’ Eva cautioned. ‘We haven’t decided yet. But Kyle, it’s been a real pleasure meeting you.’

By the time she got round to writing her blog, Lauren had convinced her.  

Slight change of plan. Heading out to ‘George Clooney’s’ ranch on Friday so Lauren can go horse-riding. She’s very excited about riding western style, whatever that means! Bourbon Street was fun but very crowded and very tiring. Maybe I’m getting too old for this travelling lark.

‘How was the swamp tour, ladies? Y’all see any gators?’

‘Yes, we did,’ said Eva, ‘Far too many for my liking, not to mention snakes, but Lauren loved it.’

Lauren did not react. All her attention was focused on Phantom, a huge, black Arab who was staring back at her with eyes like brown velvet.

‘He likes you,’ said Kyle, ‘and he doesn’t take to everyone. He’s a mean ole boy. You sure you can handle him?’

‘I’ve been riding since I was seven, on some pretty feisty horses. We’ll be okay, won’t we, Phantom?’

‘Well, stay in the paddock till you get acquainted and then you can head out as far as you like. It’s all my land.’

When Lauren had gone, Kyle invited Eva to join him on a swing chair in the shade. He poured her a glass of cool punch which she had finished before she thought to ask what was in it.

‘A little splash of rum. Enjoy.’

‘This is heavenly. I could stay here for ever. Lauren would sell her soul to be able to ride out on a horse like that every day. She won’t want to go home after this, you know.’

‘That’s what I’m countin on.’ He leaned in and kissed her. It had been such a long time since anyone had shown her such tenderness, she thought she would melt. ‘Do you think fate brought us together?’ she murmured, trying not to worry about what he’d just said.

‘No. Your blog did that. I’ve been trackin you on this little road trip of yours. Y’all were easy pickins.’

You knew we’d be in Biloxi?’

I wanted to see if you’d turn up, and be as cute as your profiles.’ As he spoke, Kyle’s hand snaked its way up her leg. ‘And you are, both of you.’

Eva pushed him away, but he was too strong and too determined. He covered her mouth with his own, a rough parody of a kiss. Eva turned her face away and cursed her own stupidity.

What are you playing at, Kyle?’ she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

You and Lauren have to stay here with me,’ he said. ‘We’ll have a great life together.’

We already have a great life,’ Eva protested, convinced he was mad. As he moved in for another kiss, she warned, ‘Do that again and I’ll scream.’

Go ahead, little lady. There’s no one to hear. Phantom will have taken Lauren miles away by now.’ He grabbed her shoulders, trying to pin her arms by her sides.

Eva was not the type to give in without a fight. Gathering all her strength, she shut her eyes tight and shoved him hard. When he rolled off her she opened her eyes, expecting to see his face, angry or apologetic.

Instead she saw Lauren.

‘Mum, you okay?’

Eva nodded.

‘Let’s get out of here, before he comes to.’

‘What did you do?’

Lauren brandished a syringe. ‘A smidgen of horse tranquilliser. Not enough to do him any harm.’ She grimaced. ‘Still, I wouldn’t want to be here when he wakes up.’

‘What made you come back?’

‘I’d a bad feeling about leaving you alone with him. Don’t you think it was suspicious he’d given all his staff the day off?’

‘Maybe.’

‘I had to make sure you were okay. When I saw you fighting him off, I ran back to the stable. I’d spotted the drugs earlier, when I was nosying around.’

‘So all those years at Vet school weren’t a waste of money after all?’

‘Oh Mum, I’m glad you can laugh.’

‘Hey, it won’t be funny when Kyle comes round. Look, he’s stirring. Let’s get going.’  

They ran to their car and took off in a spray of gravel. As they raced down the highway Lauren said, ‘Oops, I’m still wearing his brand new boots.’

Eva smiled. ‘Keep them. Payback.’

Author Bio:

Pat Young grew up in the south west of Scotland where she still lives, sometimes. She often download (1)goes to the other extreme, the south west of France, in search of sunlight.

Pat never expected to be a writer. Then she found a discarded book with a wad of cash tucked in the flyleaf. ‘What if something awful happened to the person who lost this book?’ she thought, and she was off.

Pat knew nothing of writing, but she knew a thing or two about books, having studied English, French and German at Glasgow University. A passion for languages led to a career she loved and then a successful part-time business that allowed her some free-time, at last.

Pat had plans, none of which included sitting at her desk from daybreak till dusk. But some days she has to. Because there’s a story to be told. And when it’s done, she can go out to play. On zip-wires and abseil ropes, or just the tennis court.

Pat writes psychological thrillers. Her debut novel Till the Dust Settles, has been awarded the Scottish Association of Writers’ Constable Stag trophy. Following publication in July

2017 Pat was delighted to be chosen as an ‘emerging talent’ for Crime in the Spotlight and read from Till the Dust Settles to an audience at Bloody Scotland – another dream come true.

Published by Bloodhound Books, I Know Where You Live is the much-anticipated sequel to Pat’s gripping and unmissable debut thriller, Till the Dust Settles. It too is a psychological thriller with a skilfully told story that makes for an enjoyable stand alone read. It will hook you from the start.

One Perfect Witness, Pat’s third novel to be published, tells a completely new story. If, like Pat, you’re fascinated by what happens when someone disappears, you’ll enjoy this book of secrets, lies and deception.

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#ShortStory A Cat Named Tiger by LJ Cassidy.

I dedicate this story to my mum who would have been 69 today and to anyone who has lost someone they loved too soon.

I had best wash these dishes,” said Marion looking pointedly at her daughter Heather, hoping she’d take the hint it was time for her to go.

Instead Heather picked up the remote and switched on the TV.

I’ll just see what’s on later, shall I?”

Marion stifled a sigh, as she gathered the cups and cake encrusted plates. She didn’t want to know what was on later, she just wanted to be alone. Not that she didn’t love her daughter’s company, but it was suffocating. By herself she didn’t have to pretend everything was okay, choke down cream cakes just to make it look like she was acting ‘normally’ whatever that meant. All she wanted to do was curl up under the duvet.

Her husband Pat wouldn’t have stood for this, he would have just told her outright it was time to go, in that blunt way of his. But Pat wasn’t here any more.

She could feel tears filling her eyes.

Need a hand mum?”

No, no,” she replied a little too brightly, “I’ll do us another cup while I’m at it. Tea or did you want another coffee?”

Tea’d be good.”

She managed to get to the kitchen before the tears began to run down her face.

Corrie’s on later mum,” called Heather, “d’you want me to put it in for record?”

No, she wanted to shout, I want my husband back but she daren’t say those words out loud.

Sounds good,” she replied.

Wiping her face she filled the kettle, flicking it on then plonked the dishes in the sink with squirt of washing up liquid.

Opening up the taps, she watched the bubbles rise, trying not to look out of the window that overlooked the back garden. It had been Pat’s pride and joy but now she knew it was tangled with weed and overgrown. It was where she had found him six months ago, not breathing. She’d tried her best to resuscitate him but it didn’t work.

A brain aneurysm, the doctor said. Nothing that could be done.

She turned the taps off and pick up a plate, scrubbing too hard.

A huge thump against the window made her look up.

She was staring into a pair of green eyes.

Marion let out a small scream, as the plate slipped from her hand back into the sink sending a cascade of water over her feet.

Heather tore into the room, panting slightly.

Mum are you okay?”

With a flash of ginger fur, the green eyes disappeared.

I’m fine, it was just a cat,” Marion replied, attempting a smile. “Gave me a funny turn, that’s all.”

Heather didn’t look convinced. “How about I finish the dishes off, ay mum? I’ll bring you a cuppa in, in a minute ‘kay?”

With that she ushered Marion out of the kitchen.

********

It had taken over an hour to get Heather out of the house the previous evening, having suspected that the whole cat incident was entirely in her mother’s imagination.

Marion was now back at the sink, filling it ready for her breakfast dishes when she heard the thump against the window again.

Moving slowly, she turned the tap off and looked up. The cat stood on the window ledge outside, poised to run, its green eyes glaring at her.

Marion didn’t know how long she stood there having a stare out with the cat before it sat down on the ledge, not taking its eyes of her.

Marion had noticed the ginger fur yesterday but in the early morning sun, she could make out the almost golden stripes in its fur.

Looks a bit like a tiger, she thought.

Pat always used to say, ‘easy tiger,’ whenever she was angry in a way that had always made her laugh and forget why she was mad in the first place.

The memory made her smile.

I’m going to call you Tiger,” she whispered, reaching towards the glass.

Her fingers brushed the window and suddenly Tiger bolted leaving Marion feeling a little empty.

********

It went on like that for days. She’d fill the sink and while the water went cold and the bubbles dissolved, she’d watch Tiger but every time she made a move to get closer, he’d run away.

She noticed that he seemed to be getting thinner and the absence of a tag around his neck suggested he didn’t have a home, which gave her an idea.

The next morning she grabbed a tin of tuna and spooned it into a bowl. Opening the kitchen window outwards she placed the bowl on the little ledge and ran the water as usual.

Sure enough, a minute or two later Tiger showed up. He was wary at first having not seen the window open before but the scent of tuna must have been too tempting as he was soon tucking in with gusto.

Carefully, Marion leaned over the sink and gently stroked his back, his fur was warm under her fingers. Tiger seemed to stiffen but carried on eating.

She did it again and again but he didn’t run away. instead he let out a long purr. Tiger sloped off as soon as he was finished but that didn’t matter to Marion, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time, happy.

********

The next day she laid out another bowl full of tuna in the morning, opening the window a little wider.

Lunchtime came and went, she’d filled the sink several times just in case but there was no sign of Tiger.

Marion left the window open until darkness began to fall and a chill began to creep into the house.

Have I scared him off? She thought.

Unlocking the back door, she went out and placed the tuna under the window just in case.

After a terrible nights sleep, Marion wrapped herself up in her dressing gown and slippers and went outside to check on the bowl.

She sighed with relief. The bowl was empty.

Picking it up she was about to go back inside when she spotted something in the tangles of weeds.

Orange fur.

Her brain flashed back to the moment she found Pat.

She rushed over to Tiger, who was lying on his side, his breathing shallow. He’d thrown up the tuna into the grass around him.

Marion picked up the stricken cat, wrapping him in her dressing gown and she shot out the front door.

Luckily the nearest vets was only ten minutes away, her slippered feet pounded the pavement and they made it in five.

She rang the bell and hammered on the hoping there was someone in.

Mum?” said Heather opening the door, dressed in her green veterinary nurse uniform, a look of shock on her face.

Tiger…sick,” she panted holding out the bundle.

Heather became all business, taking Tiger and ushering her into the empty waiting room.

Wait here mum,” she said, “I’ll get the vet to check him over.”

Still trying to catch her breath, she flopped down heavily on to the chair. She shivered realising she was only wearing her nightie.

Ninety minutes.

That’s how long she was sitting there until a very tired looking vet appeared.

Mrs Donovan?”

How’s Tiger?” She blurted out in reply.

He smiled. “We’ve flushed his system out with some fluid and we’re going to keep him in a couple of days to make sure whatever upset his stomach has gone but he’s going to be fine.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “Oh thank goodness.”

His face turned serious. “Although I have discovered you haven’t had him microchipped. We can do it for you here, it is the law you know.”

Oh, he’s not my cat,” she then explained about the daily visits.

So what did you want me to do? Do you want to keep him or shall I phone the shelter?”

One Week Later.

The doorbell was ringing. Marion opened it to find Heather waiting with a box full of cakes. She gave her daughter a big hug, taking the cake box and guided her into the living room.

A little meow greeted them.

I see Tiger’s made himself at home,” laughed Heather, sitting down on the couch next to him and stroking his ears.

Marion sat on the other side and Tiger immediately jumped onto her lap.

How are you mum?” Said Heather.

I’m grand. I’ve got someone coming out to do the garden in the next couple of days. When the weather warms up a bit we can sit out there and have our tea.”

That sounds great.”

And I’ve a book club, get out of the house a bit. Obviously not too much, now I’ve got Tiger here.”

Heather reached over and squeezed her mum’s hand.

I got a some very surprising news off that vet of yours the other day. About Tiger I mean.”

Oh?”

He is actually a she.”

They both laughed.

Well, I think a change of name is in order,” said Heather.

I agree,” said Marion smiling. “I think I’ll call her Hope.”

Copyright © LJ Cassidy

I do not own the rights to the photo.

If you see any spelling/grammatical mistakes please comment below and I will fix them. Thank you for reading xx

#BlogTour #Review Tiger Temple by Steven Moore

Title: Tiger Temple by Steven Moore

Publisher: Condor Publishing

Date Published: 20th December 2017

Genre: Action/Adventure

Description:

A betrayed criminal. A kidnapped child. A deadly race against time.

On the Island of the Gods, expedition leader Hiram Kane is on holiday after a long season guiding in the Peruvian Andes.

When a good friend’s greed leads him to betray Bali’s most notorious gangster, their peaceful community is left shell-shocked after the six-year-old daughter of its leader gets kidnapped in a vicious and violent raid.

What follows is a whirlwind race across the paradise island to rescue the girl before ‘The Rooster’ takes his sadistic revenge, and with the waking giant of volcanic Mt. Agung threatening to destroy them all, Kane risks everything to prevent a devastating tragedy.

The Tiger Temple is the exciting new starter to the Hiram Kane adventure series. For fans of Russell Blake and Clive Cussler, Steven Moore’s action thriller will leave you breathless.

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Review:

I want to thank Simon over at Black Books Blog for inviting me on this blog tour and providing me with a copy of the book.

I won a copy of the audio book via Simon’s blog, a few months back and having never listened to one before I thought I’d give it a go. Now it got a bit of getting used to at first mainly because, I don’t know if any of you feel this way, when I read I hear my voice and my accent in my head. So when the narrator is reading it instead it’s a bit disconcerting, especially as the narrator is a. male and b. American but as I carried on listening I saw that the narrator fits perfectly with the staccatostyle of writing. Will I try another audio book? Maybe but I haven’t made my mind up entirely yet.

Now on to the actual review!

Hiram Kane is visiting Nyuh Kuning a small and sleepy village in Bali when suddenly the peace and quiet is shattered by gunman who kidnap six year old Ayu, daughter Banjar Kelian (the head of the village) and the niece of his friends Putu and Ketut.

After a death defying motorbike race across the island, they lose sight of Ayu and Putu makes a shocking confession. He fell in with notorious gangster Jago aka The Rooster, a ruthless villain who deal drugs and illegal tiger parts, but stupidly crossed him. Now Ayu’s life hangs in the balance and Hiram must help get her back.

I haven’t read any of the other books in this series, but it works perfectly well as a stand-alone.

This novella is packed with action from the outset, set against the tropical backdrop of Bali, a place I have only sadly seen on TV. It also shows that Bali is not exactly the tropical paradise everyone thinks it is, it has dark side, with the child sex trade, drugs and the illegal slaughter of tigers.

There are some real heart in your mouth moments, with the threat of a volcano about to erupt and poor little Ayu trapped in a cell that is rapidly filling with water! I could see this making a really good action movie.

The author has obviously done a lot of research about Bali and it’s culture but at times I felt it got a little bogged down in the details. Also I felt there wasn’t much information about Kane himself, there is a little in the epilogue but I’m looking forward to learning more about him in the next book, The Samurai Code.

Overall a great bit of fast paced escapism and a nice introduction to the series.

Rating: 3.5/5

About the Author:

Steven Moore grew up (apparently) by a beach in England. An avid (average) sportsman,Thumbnail Steve painter, photographer and reader, those loves were only trumped by his love of travel and writing. To date he has visited 53 countries, and has lived and worked on five continents. Highlights include trekking in the Andes and Himalayas, scuba diving all over the world, teaching English in Korea, and eating anything and everything, wherever he happens to be. Oh yes, and sampling local beers, obviously.

Steven now lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico with his wife, freelance journalist Leslie Patrick Moore, and though they’ve at last found a beautiful home base, the next adventure is always just around the corner.

Steven has recently published the first three installments of his action thriller series, ‘The Tiger Temple’, ‘The Samurai Code’, and ‘The Condor Prophecy’, to great acclaim, and the 4th, ‘The Shadow of Kailash’, is coming in spring of 2018.

Early tributes for ‘The Samurai Code’:

Starts fast and doesn’t let up.”

An unremitting whirl throughout.”

Thrilling from start to finish.”

Great action, history & a dash of mystery.”

Fast-paced and brilliantly written adventure thriller.”

“Moore has a crisp, economical style, and sets the scene well. The story, while bleak, is shot through with moments of pathos…compelling from start to finish” – Mark Dawson, bestselling author of the John Milton, Beatrix Rose, Isabella Rose and Soho Noir series.

Steven has also published a well-received literary coming of age novel, ‘I Have Lived Today’, as well as a popular short story, ‘The Death of Helena.’

To follow Steven’s writing career and learn about new releases, go to his imaginatively named author website, ‘Steven Moore, Author.’

#BlogTour #Review Phobia by Stewart Giles #ShortStoryCollection @stewartgiles @Books_n_all

Title: Phobia by Stewart Giles

Publisher: Self Published

Date Published: 25th November 2015

Genre: Mystery/Thriller

Description:

AN ESSENTIAL INTRODUCTION TO THE DS SMITH THRILLER SERIES.

Phobia is a series of five DS Jason Smith cases he worked on before we met him in the first book ‘Smith’. We get insights into what moulded him into the Detective Sergeant we first get a glimpse of in ‘Smith’. Smith quickly realizes that police work isn’t always cut and dry. Justice is not always black and white; there are many shades of grey in between.

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Review:

So I’ve previously read a book of Stewart Giles published through Joffe Books and enjoyed it, so when Jill Burkinshaw offered the chance to read Stewart’s self published stories I jumped at the chance.

The book contains five stories:

Cause and Effect

This has Smith’s very first case as a PC and shows how he goes from studying law to the police. After a nasty bout of flu he’s drafted up to CID to help on a spat of armed robberies of Post Offices.

The Girl In The River

Now a detective constable, Smith is given his first murder case. A young woman is found dead in the river. Suspicion quickly falls on her dodgy boyfriend. Smith’s superiors think it’s an open and shut case but far from happy he digs further.

Lost boys

A teacher from the local school is found bludgeoned to death in her own home. Bizarrely the murder weapon, an ornamental rock has been wiped clean and placed on her stomach. Yet when a known felons fingerprints are found at the crime scene, the other members of Smith’s team think they’ve found their man but he is so sure.

Two Brothers

A man phones the police when his neighbour’s dog won’t stop barking. Smith and his colleague DC Bridge are sent to investigate further. They find a gruesome scene of a young man bludgeoned to death and another in a bathtub, seemingly having taken his own life. Is it a case of murder/suicide or is it just plain murder?

Phobia

Smith passed his sergeants exams and is now DS and heading up his first case, the suspicious deaths of two students from York University found laid out on the beach of a small town called Saltburn. Due to an incident when he was sixteen Smith is now terrified of the sea, will he be able to get over his fear and investigate?

Having not read any of his Jason Smith books before (even though I do own a couple, they are sadly languishing on my lengthy tbr pile), these short stories are a perfect introduction to the detective if like me you have yet to dive into this series.

It’s not very often that we get to follow a detective from when they joined to police force. Smith is definitely a character! He moved to England from Australia as a teenager, he lives in the lovely city of York, a place I have visited a couple of times, so I have a little soft spot for it. So much tragedy in his past too, from his father’s suicide to his sister that has gone missing and the death of his beloved grandmother. He has this knack of rubbing people up the wrong way but not letting go until he feels justice is served.

Each story is split into short sharp chapters making it a quick and pacey read. I don’t often say this with a collection, I could not pick a favourite, they were all fantastic! Each story was well plotted, action packed and entertaining.

I’m now really looking forward to reading the first full length novel Smith (watch out for my spot on the blog tour next month!).

Rating: 3.5/5

Stewart Giles – Author Bio:

After reading English & Drama at three different English Universities and graduating from none Stewart Giles Author Photoof them, I set off travelling and finally ended up in South Africa, where I still live. I enjoy the serene life running a boat shop on the banks of the Vaal Dam. I came up with the DS Jason Smith idea after my wife dropped a rather large speaker on my head. Whether it was intentional still remains a mystery. Smith, the first in the series was finished in September 2013 and was closely followed by Boomerang and Ladybird. Occam’s Razor, Harlequin and Phobia (a series of short stories detailing Smith’s early life) were all completed in one hazy 365 days and Selene was done and dusted a few months later.

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Website: www.stewartgiles.com

Twitter: @stewartgiles

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