#BlogTour #Review The Murder Mile by Lesley McEvoy @Bloodhoundbook

Title: The Murder Mile by Lesley McEvoy

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Date Published: 7th May 2019

Genre: Mystery/Thriller

Description:

Forensic Psychologist, Jo McCready is assisting DCI Callum Ferguson on a murder inquiry, when one of her patients is found brutally murdered.

Jo was the last person to see Martha Scott alive. She was helping Martha unlock a repressed memory. But during the session Jo unlocked more than she bargained for. An alter personality introduces himself as the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper – and thanks Jo for setting him free to kill again.

As Ferguson’s team race to find Martha’s killer, a series of copycat killings begin, replicating ‘The Autumn of Terror’ in 1888. But if Jack is just a construct of Martha’s damaged mind, who killed her?

As the body count rises, Jo must construct a profile to stop the murderer re-creating the terror of the most infamous serial killer of all time.

But not everyone is on Jo’s side. The police Intelligence Unit have their own profiler, Liz Taylor-Caine, who resents Jo’s involvement as a contributing expert in the case.

Suspicion about Jo’s involvement in the killings increases when someone close to the team becomes one of Jack’s victims.

And as the anniversary of the final and most gruesome of all the killings looms, Jo discovers that the killer has one murder on his mind far closer to home…

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Review:

Forensic psychological Jo McCready is asked to help a young woman called Martha. She’s is suffering from a past she can’t remember and she’s convinced that she’s killed people. When Jo puts her under hypnosis, finds a personality who claims to be Jack the Ripper and says that he’s been set free.

Later Martha disappears only to turn up dead. Suspicion falls on Jo, her one friend in the police force DCI Callum Ferguson seem to turn his back on her. She must fight to clear her name.

So I have to be honest, I only skimmed the blurb for this but when I saw Jack the Ripper, I was like I have to read that. I have a bit of an obsession about Jack the Ripper, I love watching documentaries or reading fiction with him in, I just can’t get enough! I’m a little weird I know.

The Murder Mile was such a fast paced read, that really grabbed me from the beginning and kept me turning those pages!

It also unearthed some facts that I didn’t know about Jack the Ripper which is always a bonus in my eyes.

I liked the character of Jo, especially as I don’t think I’ve ever come across a forensic psychologist in crime fiction before. She’s a little stubborn and independent but there’s also another side to her, a one that seems frightened of getting to close to people. I also really enjoyed her chemistry with DCI Ferguson, I wonder where their relationship is heading next!

I did figure out the killer well before the end but it still keep me interested until the very end.

I hope to read more books featuring Jo McCreedy and DCI Callum Ferguson!

About The Author:

Lesley McEvoy was born and bred in Yorkshire and has had a passion for writing in one form or another all her life.20181122_155901

The writing took a backseat as Lesley developed her career as a Behavioural Analyst and Psychotherapist – setting up her own Consultancy business and therapy practice.

She has written and presented extensively around the world for over 25 years specialising in behavioural and attitudinal management, with a wide variety of organisations. The corporate world provided unexpected sources of writing material when, as Lesley said – she found more psychopaths in business than in prison!

Lesley’s work in some of the UK’s toughest prisons was where she met people whose lives had been characterised by drugs and violence and whose experiences have informed the themes she now writes about. Deciding in 2017 to concentrate on her writing again, Lesley produced her debut novel, due to be published by Bloodhound Books in May 2019. These days she lives in Cheshire with her partner but still manages to lure her two grown up sons across the Pennines with her other passion – cooking family feasts.

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#BlogTour #Excerpt Deliver Us From Evil by Conrad Jones @ConradJones @Bloodhoundbook

Hello lovelies, today I’m bring you an excerpt from Conrad Jones’ latest novel, Deliver us from evil but first a little about the book:

Title: Deliver Us From Evil by Conrad Jones

Date Published: 26th March 2019

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Genre: Police Procedural

Description:

Detective Braddick is summoned to a horrendous crime scene, where it appears a double murder has taken place. The victims’ bodies are missing and the police have no clue as to their identities or who killed them.

As the investigation snowballs, the potential body count rises and the Major Investigation Team have little to go on until DNA evidence is examined.

There appears to be no motive for the dreadful murders until an ancient script is found daubed on the walls of a nearby property. As the clues are unravelled, Braddick and his team realise they are dealing with something they have never experienced before. Because this time they’re tracking evil itself…

Excerpt from Deliver Us From Evil:

CHAPTER 1

The whirring sound of a power saw woke him from his sleep. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from – above or below. The flats were well soundproofed, but the high-pitched sound of the saw travelled through the structure, grating on his nerves. He checked his watch: it was three o’clock in the morning. What type of idiot would use a power tool at that time? One without a job, that’s who. A lot of the flats were occupied by wasters now. It hadn’t been like that when he’d moved in. The landlords had since dropped their standards and allowed the unemployed to rent apartments next to hard-working residents. Some of the newer families were African and Eastern European, and they all seemed to work hard. It was like the United Nations in the lifts but they all had jobs. The jobless were the problem. He didn’t think of himself as a snob, but the unemployed had lowered the standards in the tower block; it was noisier, dirtier and more dangerous. No one had used power tools in the middle of the night until the landlords allowed the unemployed to move in. The sound pierced the night again, louder this time. He tried to pinpoint where it was coming from. Below him, someone shouted angrily in a foreign language. A baby started crying, followed by more shouting. The saw whirred again, provoking more angry protests from below. He swore beneath his breath and threw the quilt off. He couldn’t sleep through that nonsense. Enough was enough.

Paul Skelton was angry. He was angry most of the time. Life was one monotonous pile of bullshit. Stupid people made him mad, and most of the people he met were very stupid. People who used power tools at night were incredibly stupid. He switched on the light and swung his legs out of bed. The saw had stopped, momentarily. He paused and listened; the baby downstairs had settled down and the angry voices were muffled and less frequent. He thought about climbing back into bed when a sudden thud on the ceiling made him jump; it was followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. It wasn’t directly above his bedroom, but it was close. His heart quickened and he held his breath. Another thump rattled him.

You’re taking the piss, stupid idiot,’ Paul muttered. ‘That’s enough.’

He struggled into his tracksuit pants and pulled a vest over his head. The dragging sound began again. Then another thump. He stuffed his feet into his trainers and padded over to the door, muttering to himself about what he was going to do with that saw and where he was going to shove it. Then the lights went out.

I don’t believe this,’ he said, searching for the door handle.

His hands touched the cold metal and he opened the door, feeling his way through the darkness while his eyes adjusted. A yellow glow filtered through the blinds from the streetlights below. The power cut was localised to the tower block – it happened in the building quite a lot. Too often. The last time it had happened, it was off for over an hour. He reached the kitchen and fumbled his way to the bits-and-pieces drawer. There was a torch in there, somewhere amongst the adapters and old phone chargers. The baby started crying again, joined quickly by another. A man and woman started arguing on the floor below in a language he didn’t recognise. Getting to sleep tonight was going to be difficult. He found the torch and switched it on. The beam cut through the night and he aimed it at the ceiling. A circle of light shimmered. The knife block caught his eye and he thought about taking one, just in case, but dismissed the idea just as quick. A blade glinted in the light, its edge cold and sharp. Taking a blade to a noisy neighbour was a touch over the top. He would ask them politely to be quiet. If that didn’t work, he would give them a slap. Nothing too heavy, just a jab on the nose. Make their eyes water and they would think twice about building an extension in the middle of the night. Another heavy thump from above steeled him on. The idiots were not giving up on whatever project they had started.

Paul walked to his front door and unlocked it. He opened it and the cold night air rushed in, touching his exposed flesh with icy fingers. Goose bumps appeared on his arms and he felt a sense of dread growing inside him. He looked across the landing at the city below. The lights twinkled like yellow jewels on a sea of black ink. A gust of wind whistled along the landing, blowing a polystyrene cup towards the stone stairwell. It tumbled over and over before disappearing into the dark. He listened as it clattered down the steps. A deep chill made him shiver, his mind searching for excuses not to step out of the warmth into the darkness.

It occurred to him that the power cut would silence the saw. He thought about not going upstairs, about going back to bed and trying to sleep despite the noise. The saw whirred again and the hairs on his neck bristled. Obviously they had a battery-powered tool. That was it. The final straw. He shone his torch towards the stairs and tried to close the door quietly behind him but the wind caught it, slamming it loudly. The noise echoed through the building and he froze to the spot, waiting for a torrent of abuse to be shouted from the neighbours below. None came. He took a deep breath and moved down the landing.

The stairwell was pitch black and looked like the entrance to the underworld. He shone the torch up the stairs and the beam of light illuminated the concrete steps. Black blobs of chewing gum stained them and there were dark patches in the corners. The reek of urine drifted to him. He whispered a curse that was carried away on the wind. The entire block was turning into a giant toilet. He was going to make a complaint to the estate managers directly. There were so many landlords in the building that nothing got done unless they were bypassed. Another gust of wind urged him up the first tier of steps; the cold made the task more pressing. He turned on the landing and took the steps two at a time. The wind was stronger as he climbed, funnelled along the balcony by the angle of the roof. The stench grew stronger and it was darker on the top floor – the power of the streetlights became diluted as he climbed.

He moved quickly from the stairwell along the landing using the torch to light the way. The windows in the first flat were boarded up. Scorch marks reached from the top of the lintels to the roof. The flat had caught fire in suspicious circumstances months ago. Paul heard the wind whistling through the handrails. It was then that he caught the smell of cooking: garlic, onions, pork. He glanced at his watch again. Three fifteen. What was wrong with these people?

Paul marched past two more empty properties and stopped outside the door of number ninety. The curtains were clean and tidy and drawn. Everything was quiet. He wasn’t sure where the noise had been coming from but he knew it was above his flat somewhere. That meant it was either ninety or ninety-one. He walked to the flat next door and looked in through the window. The kitchen inside was stripped, only the sink remained. Electric wires hung from empty sockets and a pile of copper pipes were leaning in the corner. Tins of contract paint were stacked near the door. Paul could see it was being renovated and ruled it out as the source of the noise. The flats beyond were all boarded up. That meant that the occupants of number ninety were the culprits. He walked back and listened outside the door. Someone was gently humming. He recognised the tune but the name of it eluded him. The sound of the saw whirring made him jump.

Shit!’ he hissed. He knocked on the door and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again, louder this time. Nothing. ‘Don’t pretend you’re not in,’ he muttered as he knocked again. There was no response.

Paul moved from the door and looked in through the windows. He aimed his torch through the cracks in the curtains, but he couldn’t see anything – the light was reflecting on the glass. He went back to the front door and opened the letter box. The odours of cooking drifted to him, making his mouth water. His hunger added insult to injury. He pointed the torch through the narrow gap and searched the hallway. There was no sign of life. He noticed some dark spots on the door near the kitchen that looked like fingerprints.

Hello!’ he shouted through the letter box. A clatter from the kitchen echoed up the hallway. Then it was still again. ‘Hello?’ he shouted again. He heard footsteps but it was impossible to make out where they were coming from. ‘I’ve come to ask you to keep the noise down,’ he shouted. ‘Using power tools at this time of night is ridiculous, mate!’ Paul looked through the letter box again. The beam of light scanned the walls but nothing moved. ‘I know you can hear me,’ he shouted. Another clatter came from the back of the flat. ‘You can talk to me, mate, or you can talk to the police. Make your mind up.’

There was no reply. Paul went back to window and tried to penetrate the blackness inside with the torch. It was impossible. The glare on the glass was blinding. He heard the front door open and he turned around.

About time,’ Paul said, angrily. The man stepped out and looked around. ‘You’ve woke up the whole building, mate. What do you think you’re playing at, using tools at this time of night?’

The man looked at him blankly. His eyes looked as black as the night. Paul felt uneasy. The man smiled and Paul saw dark smudges on his teeth. He was about to take a step backwards when, too late, a flash of dull metal registered. The hammer hit him upside the temple. He felt his knees buckle as the man swung again.  A strong arm came from behind him, choking him. He felt himself being dragged inside the flat but he couldn’t shout for help. There were two attackers. One of his shoes became snagged on the sill and he kicked out to free it. The front door slammed closed and Paul knew he was in dire trouble. He struggled desperately to release the grip on his throat but his attacker was too strong. The first man raised the hammer again and brought it down on the top of Paul’s skull; there was a blinding flash. White-hot bolts of pain shot through his brain. This time, the lights went out completely.

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About The Author:

Conrad Jones is a 50-year-old Author, originally from a sleepy green-belt called Tarbock Green, which is situated on the outskirts of Liverpool. He spent a number of years living in Holyhead, camperbookAnglesey, which he classes as his home. He worked in management at McDonalds Restaurants Ltd from 1989-2002, working his way up to Business Consultant (area manager) working in the corporate and franchised departments.

On March 20th 1993 he was managing the Restaurant in Warrington`s Bridge St when two Irish Republican Army bombs exploded directly outside the store, resulting in the death of two young boys and many casualties. Along with hundreds of other people there that day he was deeply affected by the attack, which led to a long-term interest in the motivation and mind set of criminal gangs. He began to read anything crime related that he could get his hands on and links this experience with the desire to write books on the subject.

He signed a three book deal with London based publishers, Thames River Press. The Alec Ramsey series is now 7 books long with an average of 4.8 stars from over 2000 reviews. Conrad has also written The Soft Target series, which has received critical acclaim.

#Review This Little Piggy (Rosalind Kray 2) by Rob Ashman @bloodhoundbook @RobAshmanAuthor

Title: This Little Piggy (DI Rosalind Kray 2) by Rob Ashman

Date Published: 19th June 2018

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Genre: Police Procedural

Description:

“an adrenaline-filled, nail-biting read that had me on the edge of my seat”

Best-selling author, Rob Ashman, is back with a serial killer thriller you don’t want to miss.

Kevin Palmer is a regular sort of guy, or he was until his life fell apart. His wife, his money, his business and his reputation are all taken away from him. He tries to fight back and ends up in prison.

There he concocts elaborate fantasies to wreak vengeance. He is sent to work in an abattoir and the final piece of the jigsaw falls into place with chilling consequences. Then a cruel twist of fate changes everything.

DI Rosalind Kray is battling her own demons having returned to work following a brutal attack. She finds herself on the trail of a sick and twisted killer and cracks the macabre pattern of murders. But her boss is unconvinced.

Kray has Palmer squarely in her sights. But he has other ideas …

Can Kray break him in time to save the final victim?

Time is running out.

Review:

I received a copy this book from Bloodhound Books via NetGalley.

Today I’m reviewing This Little Piggy in an attempt to clear my NetGalley shelf and get that elusive 80% feedback ratio.

So I’m back with DI Roz Kray, I read the first novel Faceless (you can read my review here) last year and I have finally got round to reading the next in the series. I will say it works well as a standalone but I would highly recommend reading the first just because it’s such a good book.

This Little Piggy is bloody, brilliant and brutal and I just couldn’t put it down! I’m suffering from a hell of a book hangover right now.

I was equal parts disturbed and fascinated by this novel. A quick warning for those of you who don’t like their books too violent, you should maybe give this one a miss because the killer is one of the most brutal I’ve read for a while, (all I can say I’m never eating bacon again!).

So those of you who don’t know anything about the character, Roz lost her husband and almost died herself after an attack in broad daylight. Now she’s back in the police force, as acting DCI after her boss was put on sick leave after her previous case. She drinks and smokes too much, eats very little and can be a little rude and irascible but she’s also a good detective and tries her best for the victims (just how I like my detectives, apart from the eating bit, I wish she would just eat something!).

The killer’s perspective is weaved into the story and even though you find out who it is about half way through, the motive (the most important part in my opinion) is not clear until the end.

Overall This Little Piggy is a compelling serial killer thriller that will keep you hooked from beginning until the end. Now I’m off to buy the next in the series Suspended Retribution.

About The Author:

Rob is married to Karen with two grown up daughters. He is originally from South Wales and after moving around with work settled in North Lincolnshire where he’s spent the last twenty-twodownload (2) years.

Like all good welsh valley boys Rob worked for the National Coal Board after leaving school at sixteen and went to University at the tender age of twenty-three when the pit closures began to bite. Since then he’s worked in a variety of manufacturing and consulting roles both in the UK and abroad.

It took Rob twenty-four years to write his first book. He only became serious about writing it when his dad got cancer. It was an aggressive illness and Rob gave up work for three months to look after him and his mum. Writing Those That Remain became his coping mechanism. After he wrote the book his family encouraged him to continue, so not being one for half measures, Rob got himself made redundant, went self-employed so he could devote more time to writing and four years later the Mechanic Trilogy is the result.

Rob has published Those That Remain, In Your Name and Pay the Penance with Bloodhound Books and has since written Faceless, This Little Piggy and Suspended Retribution which will also be published by Bloodhound.

When he is not writing, Rob is a frustrated chef with a liking for beer and prosecco, and is known for occasional outbreaks of dancing.

#BlogTour #Review Winterman by Alex Walters @Bloodhoundbook @mikewalters60

Title: Winterman by Alex Walters

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Date Published: 26th February 2019

Genre: Mystery/Thriller, Historical

Description:

DI Ivan Winterman is a man with a troubled past. The Blitz has left his young son dead and his wife seriously injured. He has made enemies in high places and, with his career going nowhere, he returns to his home town in East Anglia, seeking to rebuild his life in a country gripped by post-war austerity and the coldest winter on record.

As the first snow begins to fall, a drunken ex-clergyman stumbles on the semi-mummified body of a small child concealed in a ruined cottage. Days later, a second similar child’s body is found in a Fenland dyke. Both bodies have been dead for several years, preserved in the Fens, the cause of death unknown.

Winterman, supported by a small team of assorted misfits, finds himself leading the investigation, uncovering a web of connections and secrets in the small rural community.  When a further murder victim is discovered, Winterman discovers that the secrets are darker and the threat far more immediate than he’d ever envisaged.

And, as the snow finally begins to thaw over the Fens, Winterman realises that his worst nightmares are about to come true…

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The shadow of war is still looming over Britain, people are trying to get their lives together and grieve for their dead. When ex clergyman Reverend Fisher stumbles across the mummified body of a small child, long buried secrets emerge with deadly consequences…

So I’ve read a couple of Alex Walters police procedurals now, so I was intrigued when I read the blurb and found out that this one while still a police procedural, it’s set back in the 1940’s.

Winterman is an interesting character. He tried to do the right thing but ended getting sent to a small police station to keep him out of trouble. He’s tortured by dreams of his son who died and is not sure who in the police force he can trust.

I also liked Mary, she’s such a strong character. She works for the police part time to trying to support her mother and twins after her husband died in a training accident during the war.

In school I wasn’t really taught a lot about post World War Two Britain, about how rationing was still going on, food was scarce, the country was practically bankrupt…how imagine we’re going to be after Brexit. Alex Walters really manages to convey what it must have felt like at the time, while people were free of the oppression of war, they were still scarred from it.

My only issue was the pace at times was little slow and the use of the Americanism slacks instead of trousers got on my nerves a bit but of course that’s just my opinion.

Overall Winterman is an engaging and interesting historical mystery that conveys the sense of time and place and you can really lose yourself in.

About The Author:

Winterman is Alex Walters’s first historical crime novel. He is the author of Candles and Roses,

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Death Parts Us and Their Final Act, all featuring DI Alec McKay and set in and around the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands. He has also written five books set in and around Manchester – Trust No-One and Nowhere to Hide featuring the undercover officer, Marie Donovan, and Late Checkout, Dark Corners and Snow Fallen, featuring DCI Kenny Murrain – and three crime novels set in modern-day Mongolia, The Shadow WalkerThe Adversary and The Outcast.  Alex has previously worked in the oil industry, broadcasting and banking and as a consultant working mainly in the criminal justice sector. He now runs the Solus Or Writing Retreat in the Black Isle with his wife, occasional sons and some cats.

Website – www.alexwaltersauthor.com

Facebook – www.facebook.com/alexwaltersauthor/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/MikeWalters60 @mikewalters60

#BlogTour #Review You Belong To Me by Mark Tilbury @Bloodhoundbook @MTilburyAuthor

Title: You Belong To Me by Mark Tilbury

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Date Published: 4th February 2019

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Description:

Can two wrongs ever make a right?

The police never found fifteen-year-old Ellie Hutton. She vanished ten years ago after walking home from school along a disused railway track. But Danny Sheppard knows exactly what happened to her. She is dead and buried in a field near Lassiter’s Brook.

Now Cassie Rafferty has gone missing. Same age. Similar circumstances. And Danny also knows what has happened to her.

Can Danny fight his demons and tell the truth this time?

Or will history repeat itself and leave another innocent girl dead?

Review:

I want to thank Bloodhound Books for my copy of this novel and Emma Welton for inviting me on the blog tour.

So I read Mark Tilbury’s previous stand alone novel The key to death’s door (you can read my review here), which I enjoyed so I thought I’d give this one a go.

Four friends come together after not seeing each other for nine years. Josh is an alcoholic, Rob is suicidal, Kieran is a self harmer and Danny is an insomniac. What happened nine years ago that effected them so badly and what does it have to do with missing girl Cassie Rafferty?

In the genre of psychological thrillers there are so many female driven stories, which I do enjoy, but it’s a nice surprise when something a bit different comes along like You belong to me.

This a really dark and disturbing read at times but it’s written so well, with such realistic characters that I personally couldn’t put it down.

I felt very sorry for Danny, in both the past and present. He had to grow up with out his dad after he was murdered, his mother falling apart then on top of that his brother Callum is a complete and utter psychopath intent on making his and his friends lives a living hell.

I will warn you there are some scenes of bullying that are quite uncomfortable to read because Mr Tilbury never makes it easy on his characters and shows the darker side of human nature up close and personal.

I did have a few minor quibbles. I felt that the victims Cassie and Ellie got a little forgotten in the overall story and there were times were it felt more like a novel about friendship than a psychological thriller but of course that’s just my opinion.

A highly suspenseful story of friendship and fractured lives that will make you wonder, do two wrongs really make a right?

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About the Author:

Mark lives in a small village in the lovely county of Cumbria, although his books are set in2017 Author pic Oxfordshire where he was born and raised.

After serving in the Royal Navy and raising his two daughters after being widowed, Mark finally took the plunge and self-published two books on Amazon, The Revelation Room and The Eyes of the Accused.

He’s always had a keen interest in writing, and is extremely proud to have had six novels published by Bloodhound Books, including his most recent release, You Belong To Me.

When he’s not writing, Mark can be found trying and failing to master blues guitar, and taking walks around the beautiful county of Cumbria.

Social Media Links:
Author website:
http://www.marktilbury.com

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mark-Tilbury/e/B00X7R10I4/

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/marktilburyauthor/

Twitter handle: https://twitter.com/MTilburyAuthor @MTilburyAuthor

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#BlogTour #Review The Disappeared by Sibel Hodge @sibelhodge @Bloodhoundbook

Title: The Disappeared by Sibel Hodge

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Date Published: 10th January

Genre: Mystery/Thriller

Description:

The widow. The secret. The liar.

The Disappeared…

On a routine flight from Africa to England, Dr Mason Palmer is tragically killed when the light aircraft he’s travelling on crashes and disappears in dense bush land.

The Widow…

Ten months later, Nicole Palmer is still trying to block out the grief of her husband’s sudden death. Until one morning she receives a photo of Mason through the post, along with a cryptic message. A message only he could’ve written.

The Secret…

But when Nicole tries to find out if Mason is really alive and what actually happened to him in Africa, everyone she turns to for answers ends up dead.

Determined to find the truth, Nicole uncovers a conspiracy that spans the globe, and discovers there are powerful people who are prepared to kill to keep her silent.

Who’s lying? Who’s watching Nicole? And can she expose their murky secrets before they catch up with her?

Review:

So Sibel Hodge is an author I’ve seen around a lot but this is actually the first novel of hers that I’ve read. This is also a complete stand alone novel so you don’t need to have read any of her other books.

The Disappeared is an action packed and drama filled thriller spanning across the world, with dastardly business men, corrupt police and brutal assassins. I could, in fact, probably see this making a very good action movie.

It touches on some quite harrowing subjects, unfortunately I can’t really fully go into the them in case of spoilers but Sibel Hodge really paints of picture of the corruption and brutality that goes on in poverty stricken countries like Africa.

It’s written in both third person and first person but only in Nicole’s POV which I have to be honest I’m not a huge fan of and at times I found her a little annoying but of course that’s just my opinion.

I’d recommend The Disappeared for anyone who love action thrillers that dig that little bit deeper to have an emotional impact on the reader.

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About Sibel Hodge:

Sibel Hodge is the author of the No 1 Bestsellers Look Behind You, Untouchable, and Duplicity. Her books have sold over one million copies and are international bestsellers in the UK, USA, Australia, France, Canada and Germany. She writes in an eclectic mix of genres, and is asilbel hodge image passionate human and animal rights advocate.

Her work has been nominated and shortlisted for numerous prizes, including the Harry Bowling Prize, the Yeovil Literary Prize, the Chapter One Promotions Novel Competition, The Romance Reviews’ prize for Best Novel with Romantic Elements and Indie Book Bargains’ Best Indie Book of 2012 in two categories. She was the winner of Best Children’s Book in the 2013 eFestival of Words; nominated for the 2015 BigAl’s Books and Pals Young Adult Readers’ Choice Award; winner of the Crime, Thrillers & Mystery Book from a Series Award in the SpaSpa Book Awards 2013; winner of the Readers’ Favorite Young Adult (Coming of Age) Honorable award in 2015; a New Adult finalist in the Oklahoma Romance Writers of America’s International Digital Awards 2015, and 2017 International Thriller Writers Award finalist for Best E-book Original Novel. Her novella Trafficked: The Diary of a Sex Slave has been listed as one of the top forty books about human rights by Accredited Online Colleges.

Sibel’s Social Media Links:

Website: www.sibelhodge.com

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sibelhodge @sibelhodge

#BlogTour #Review Murder In The Dark by Betsy Reavley @Bloodhoundbook @BetsyReavley

Title: Murder In The Dark by Betsy Reavley

Publisher: Bloodhound Books

Date Published: 12th December 2018

Genre: Cosy Mystery

Description:

Without a motive, how do you identify the killer?

Imagine a quaint little bookshop. Outside the snow is falling. Inside the shelves are stacked with books by authors waiting to be discovered. What could be better?

When Tilly Edgely lands a position working at Ashton’s bookshop in Cambridge she thinks she’s found her perfect job. But one winter’s morning, when she arrives to open up, she discovers the body of her boss suspended from the ceiling, hanging by a rope around his neck.

DCI Barrett and DI Palmer are called to the scene and quickly find themselves searching for a twisted killer whose identity and motive are nearly impossible to trace.

But just when they think they have the murderer in their sights, another body shows up throwing the case wide open…

Who is behind the killings and why?

The police have their work cut out and key to unlocking the gruesome mystery might be found right under their nose.

But one thing is for certain, this killer will leave you hanging…

Review:

This is the second in series to feature DCI Barrett and DI Palmer but can be read as a stand alone something I can say without a doubt as I’ve yet to read the first!

It’s the run up to Christmas and the body of Dennis Wade, owner of Ashton’s Bookshop, is found hanging from the rafter inside his shop by young employee Tilly Edgely. It’s quickly discovered that it’s not suicide but murder but why would anyone want to kill a respectable bookshop owner?

Barrett and Palmer are tasked to investigate but another body shows up bearing the same hallmarks as the first but with no apparent tie to the first victim.

The killer starts to show off leaving packages, taunting the police, can Barrett and Palmer stop this maniac before they strike again?

This is what I like to call a cosy mystery with a little more bite as the death’s are a little more gruesome than in this type of book. There’s plenty of twists and turns which kept me guessing until the end.

It’s a real character driven novel, we hear from several perspectives throughout the book each one with their own unique voice so I never once got them confused.

DCI Barrett seems on the surface like an irascible, fussy and rude man but dig a bit deeper you find out he lost his wife to cancer and what with the stresses and strains of his job it does make his moods a little more understandable. Palmer seems like his polar opposite happily married with a son, he’s solid and dependable but there’s a little frisson sexual tension between him another a member of the team, Elly Hale, just to make things juicy.

Overall Murder In The Dark is fast paced mystery prefect for those who like their crime novels character driven and a little less graphic.

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About The Author:

Author of The Quiet Ones, The Optician’s Wife, Murder at the Book Club, Frailty, Carrion,betsy reavley Beneath the Watery Moon and the poetry collection The Worm in the Bottle. Betsy was born in Hammersmith, London.

As a child she moved around frequently with her family, spending time in London, Provence, Tuscany, Gloucestershire and Cambridgeshire.

She showed a flair for literature and writing from a young age and had a particular interest in poetry, of which she was a prolific consumer and producer.

In her early twenties she moved to Oxford where she would eventually meet her husband. During her time in Oxford her interests turned from poetry to novels and she began to develop her own unique style of psychological thriller.

Betsy says “I believe people are at their most fascinating when they are faced by the dark side of life. This is what I like to write about.”

Betsy Reavley currently lives in Cambridge with her husband, 2 children, dog and quail.

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