Mistress – Stewart Giles

My name is Miranda, and I’m a serial murderer.’

I have killed again!’

From #1 bestseller Stewart Giles comes the sequel to Miranda, a psychological thriller.
Miranda is on the run from the Dunford Police and has managed to flee the UK. The story continues as we follow Miranda to the USA.

With the body count increasing all the time will Miranda ever be caught.
This is a gripping page-turner that keeps the adrenaline pumping as Miranda manages to keep just one step ahead of DS Swales. With numerous twists and turns all the way to the absolutely brilliant ending this is a must read for anyone who loves psychological thrillers.

My Opinion:

Absolutely fantastic, I thoroughly enjoyed this… As with all Stewart’s books full of heart racing twists… Cold blooded murders… I highly recommend reading this “he’s a bloody good writer”

What readers are saying about Miranda:

‘Stewart Giles has hit it out of the park with Miranda. She lived in my head for more than a week after I finished reading the book, which I did in a day because I just couldn’t put it down.’ – Heather Opperman

‘Love this book, so different from normal crime books and had me hooked from the very first page.’ – Black Books Blog

‘Wow, Stewart Giles has really pulled it out of the bag this time. This is an awesome read from an author who has really stepped outside the box’ – Books ‘n’ All

‘I was fortunate enough to be able to read this book a week or so. It is AMAZING. Very different, absolutely riveting. A must read for fans of crime fiction with a difference’ – Sandra Brown


Book 0.5-Phobia
Book 1-Smith
Book 2-Boomerang
Book 3-Ladybird
Book 4-Occam’s Razor
Book 5-Harlequin
Book 6-Selene
Book 7-Horsemen
Book 8-Unworthy
Book 9-Venom
Book 10-Severed

Book 1-The Beekeeper
Book 2-The Perfect Murder
Book 3-The Backpacker

Book 1-The Enigma
Book 2 – Dropzone

Book 1-Miranda
Book 2-Mistress
Book 3-coming soon

Stewart Giles – Author Bio

After reading English at 3 Universities and graduating from none of them, I set off travelling around the world with my wife, Ann, finally settling in South Africa, where we still live.
In 2014 Ann dropped a rather large speaker on my head and I came up with the idea for a detective series. DS Jason Smith was born. Smith, the first in the series was finished a few months later.
3 years and 8 DS Smith books later, Joffe Books wondered if I would be interested in working with them. As a self-published author, I agreed. However, we decided on a new series – the DC Harriet Taylor Cornwall series.
The Beekeeper was published and soon hit the number one spot in Australia. The second in the series, The Perfect Murder did just as well.
I continued to self-publish the Smith series and Unworthy hit the shelves in 2018 with amazing results. I therefore made the decision to self-publish The Backpacker which is book 3 in the Detective Harriet Taylor series which was published in July 2018.
After The Backpacker I had an idea for a totally new start to a series – a collaboration between the Smith and Harriet thrillers and The Enigma was born. It brings together the broody, enigmatic Jason Smith and the more level-headed Harriet Taylor.
Miranda is something totally different. A stand-alone psychological thriller, it is a real departure from anything else I’ve written before.

Twitter: @stewartgiles

Christmas at the Foyle’s Bookshop – Elaine Roberts

Today’s post is a reminder that Christmas is on its way and how better the spend those cold wet nights snuggled up with a cuppa and this fantastic read…

Victoria’s black shoes clipped the red and black floor tiles as she stepped towards the
doorway of the shop. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at the table where she
had just been sitting with Mr Leadbetter. There was no evidence that they had been
there or of the conversation that had taken place. She hoped she wouldn’t let him
down. A tingle ran through her and a smile lit up her face; she was going to be a floor
manager. She had the urge to jump up and down, clapping her hands. She couldn’t
wait to tell Daisy later, or write to let Stephen know. It would be good to have some
real news in her nightly letters to her brother. Victoria wondered if her parents would have been proud of the three of them. She blinked quickly; of course they would. Her hand slid inside her black skirt pocket. Her slender fingers came into immediate
contact with the crumpled envelope. Taking a deep breath, Victoria pulled back her
shoulders, lifting her head slightly, ready to step through the doorway. Voices filtered
through to the staff area. She froze. Would she know what to do? Her eyes widened.
She folded her arms across her waist, gripping her sides tightly, crumpling the soft
cotton in her fists. Victoria shook her head. Alice or Molly had better experience to do
this job. She had only sat in the payment booth.
A man’s gravel voice reached her. ‘I see the newspapers are saying the Germans
are on the retreat.’ His words were quickly followed by several deep coughs.
‘Let’s hope so,’ a deep voice responded. ‘It’s been nearly three years now and the
longer it goes on, the less chance there is of my sons coming home—’
‘Are you all right?’ a woman’s frail voice interrupted. ‘Shall I get someone?’
The coughing and wheezing continued.
Without a thought, Victoria rushed into the shop, not noticing the gathering of
people watching the scene in front of her. She grabbed one of the many wooden
slatted chairs that were scattered around the edges of the shop, for the man to sit on.
‘Sit still and I’ll get you some water.’ Rushing back into the staff area, she quickly
turned on the cold tap. The water gushed noisily into the sink, drenching everything in
its path, including her white blouse. ‘Damn.’ Victoria jumped to the side and quickly
turned down the tap, before filling a clean cup. She stared down at her wet blouse,
hoped no one would notice it then she rushed back into the shop. The man’s hacking cough was causing some customers to stop and stare, while
others shook their heads and continued about their business.


Headline | 19th September 2019
Paperback | £6.99
Also available in eBook and audio

From the author of Belle of the Back Streets, a dramatically powerful saga
of secrets, friendship, motherhood, love and betrayal, perfect for fans of
Dilly Court and Rosie Goodwin

‘In the world of historical saga writers, there’s a brand new voice’ My Weekly
‘She’s not worth more than tuppence, that child!’ Those are the words that haunt Sadie Linthorpe. She is the talk of Ryhope when she arrives there, aged seventeen, alone, seeking work and a home in the pit village. But Sadie is keeping a secret – she is searching for her baby girl who was taken from her at birth a year ago and cruelly sold by the child’s grandmother.
All that Sadie knows about the family who took her daughter is that they live in Ryhope. And the only thing she knows about her daughter is that when the baby was born, she had a birthmark on one shoulder that resembled a tiny ladybird. But as Sadie’s quest begins, a visitor from her past appears – one who could jeopardise the life she’s
beginning to build and ruin her chances of finding her beloved child for ever…

Praise for Glenda Young:
‘All the ingredients for a perfect saga’ Emma Hornby
‘Glenda has an exceptionally keen eye for domestic detail which brings this local community to vivid, colourful life’ Jenny
‘Having always loved sagas, this is one of the best I’ve read’ Margaret Kaine

Glenda Young is an exciting new saga talent and award-winner for her short stories,
having both won and been shortlisted for multiple awards, published in Take a Break
and My Weekly. Glenda also writes Riverside, the first weekly soap opera for The
People’s Friend, the world’s longest running women’s magazine. She credits her local
library in the village of Ryhope, where she grew up, for giving her a love of books.
She runs two hugely popular Coronation Street fan websites which both respectively
have an impressive and international following, with 20k on Facebook, 32k on
Twitter and a mailing list of 4.5k.

For updates on what Glenda is working on, visit her website glendayoungbooks.com
and find her on Facebook: @GlendaYoungAuthor and Twitter: @flaming_nora.

Glenda’s third book PEARL OF PIT LANE will follow in March 2020

A reluctant Spy – Miller Caldwell

Hilda Campbell was born in the north of Scotland in 1889. She married German national Dr Willy Bűttner Richter in 1912. They honeymooned in Scotland and returned to settle in Hamburg. Dr Richter died in 1938. After visiting her ailing parents, Hilda returned to Germany just before the Second World War began. She became a double agent, controlled by Gerhardt Eicke in Germany and Lawrence Thornton in Britain. How could she cope under such strain, and with her son Otto in the German Army? Nor did she expect her evidence to be so cruelly challenged at theNuremberg Trials. Learn of her post-war life, which took her abroad as a British Ambassador’s wife.

This is an extraordinary story based on the life of the author’s great aunt, Hilda. The book includes several authentic accounts.

Information about the Book
Title: A Reluctant Spy
Author: Miller Caldwell
Release Date: 24th September 2019
Genre: Thriller
Page Count: 250
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing

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Author Information
I retired at the age of 53 as I found I had mild cognitive impairment MCI. This is a condition which gives me a poor memory but a sharp mind. It was difficult to find work that would take me and so I decided to write books. Sixteen years later, I have written twenty three books with another two yet to be published. I have learned the book writing skills though writing clubs and writers magazines. Over the years I find my writing is much better received. I am seen as a novelist but I have three illustrated children’s books, several biographies and three self help books as well. My website sags with the volume. But I cannot be pigeon holed. It depends what theme obsesses my thinking, as that will be my next book.

I have been on the committee of the Society of Authors in Scotland and have been their Events Manager. I am due to speak at next year’s Wigtown Book Festival as A Reluctant Spy will be a documentary by then. That reminds me I have an agent. A Literary as well as a Film agent in Mathilde Vuillermoz. With her on board I will release some of my self published books through her. Without an agent it is becoming more difficult to attract traditional publishers. So I remain optimistic and find like a graph, my trajectory is currently on an upswing.

Author Website

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Today I am featuring a the author, taking a look at the behind the scenes…

I am asked how did A Reluctant Spy go from draft to finished copy?

The question cannot explain how the book came about and so in a preamble I tell you. It was 30 years ago and the game of Trivial Pursuit began this book. My god-mother, Vera, was asked to identify a German city which had retained its medieval character throughout the ages to the present day. The answer is the city of Regensburg but Vera looked towards the ceiling and in her 90th year, declared she did not want to go to Germany again.
On discussing her reply in detail we learned that her cousin had been a double agent during World War 2. Had she been a spy, then I am sure I would have known about her but a double agent implied she spied for the German Reich as well. That determined my family to keep her story as a dark secret until that moment. From my knowledge about this unusual great aunt, on retirement I wrote about her as the protagonist spy in the Gold Coast which I knew very well. I gave a copy of Operation Oboe to my uncle and his response was to say he enjoyed the book but it was not Hilda’s story. He informed me of most of the missing parts to her life as a double agent and so in 2014, I began to write this book picking up valuable information as the book progressed.
And then it reached its first draft status. As all authors know, that’s far from the finished product. I did a spell check and made sure I did not repeat a phrase or a word too often. Quite satisfied with what I had achieved, it was time for fresh eyes to see it. I send the script to Cornerstones for an edit. I accepted most of the edits but there was something that I could not put my finger on. I sent it to the Society of Editors and a final edit was supplied. Well, not the final check after all. I had acquired a good Aberdonian friend who lived in France as an interpreter and translator. I told him about the book and sent it to him. His fresh eyes sharpened the text and he refused all charges for his services. By this time I had acquired film agent in Mathilde Vuillermoz, after I released a press release she came across. I sent the book to Clink Street Publishers who responded with an Amendments sheet to make any final changes. By this time I knew I had written a very important book and wanted it to be perfect. I had never been so protective of a book before. After a week or two I re-read the book and found the howler. I had placed the Atom bomb on Hiroshima out of sequence. That meant a few more amendment pages. I must acknowledge that Clink Street Publishers were very patient and were true to their word in not publishing a book until the author is satisfied it is ready.
By the time you read this article, the book will have been published. Its date of entry to the book world will be on 24th September 2019. However the super news is that the script has already been bought by Arte Films in France and they wish to make it a multi-language documentary after which Mathilde will strive to get a film contract underway. This will be my 23rd book. None has had this attention before. But I know it is a unique story and undoubtedly my best book…so far.

Blackpool’s Angel – Maggie Mason

Today I am opening up the tour for this awesome book.
Tilly has come a long way from the run-down tenements in which she grew up. She has a small but comfortable home, a loving, handsome husband, two beautiful little’uns, and she earns herself a little money weaving wicker baskets. Life is good.

Until the day Tilly returns home to find a policeman standing on her doorstep. Her Arthur won’t be coming home tonight – nor any night – having fallen to his death whilst working on Blackpool tower. Suddenly Tilly is her daughters’ sole protector, and she’s never felt more alone.

With the threat of destitution nipping at their heels, Tilly struggles to make ends meat and keep a roof over her girls’ head. In a town run by men Tilly has to ask herself what she’s willing to do to keep her family together and safe – and will it be enough?

I think this is a truly wonderful novel. (Although I have been told I can’t call anything that can be published electronically a novel or book)

From the beginning you are encapsulated into the world of Tilly, with this you are then on a non stop rollercoaster (A bit like the big one at Blackpool Pleasure Beach) of the highs a lows… (I’m.not saying anything else as you all need to read this!)

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The Quiet Ones

They’d pulled out all the stops with this one. One of Scotland’s most prominent businessmen found hanging from a rope with his tongue cut off was major-league, even for Glasgow. Alec Davies stood at the front of the incident room, a mixture of plain-clothed and uniformed cops filling the front two rows, Jim and Toria slightly to his left. He’d already gone over the bare facts, which were scant to say the least, not that that stopped press speculation. Hardly surprising really. They were baying for blood and demanding answers. Davies wondered what the collective name for photographers was. He’d managed to avoid the mob this morning only because he’d stayed overnight at the station, grabbing a couple of hours’ shut-eye before trying to drag himself awake with a shower and a shave.
This wasn’t going to be easy and the Chief Constable would have his balls on a plate if he didn’t shut this one down quick-style. Despite the press speculation that the streets of Glasgow were no longer safe as long as this crazed killer was on the loose, Davies doubted they would strike anywhere else. This killer had targeted Harry Nugent for a reason and was unlikely to be a danger to anyone else. But they were still dangerous – make no mistake. He took a strange comfort in the fact, however, that in the wake of such a horror the streets were indeed safer – for a few nights at least – as revellers cancelled plans, and even the die-hard neds chose instead to stay where they knew they’d be safe.
Behind him, the incident board read like a who’s who of Scottish sports stars, as well as the usual suspects. Family, close friends, relatives, anyone who’d been connected with Nugent. But it was now running into hundreds of people.
They were waiting for the full post-mortem report, but he’d spoken to the pathologist earlier. Rosemary Gardner was the best they had. Her initial findings were that Nugent had been drugged, then died from asphyxiation through hanging. Lesions around his wrists and his ankles suggested plastic ties had been used as restraints. Despite a detailed search, the ties had not been found, suggesting the killer took the time to remove them. His tongue too, had been sliced off post-mortem, which would account for the lack of blood and the fact his wife had initially thought it was suicide. This was no frenzied, random attack. Nugent had clearly been up to his neck in something, had clearly pissed off someone big style. This was some fucking grudge which bore all the hallmarks of a gangland-style execution.
‘The killer might well have paid some heavies to do his dirty work for him.’ Toria looked shattered; Davies guessed she didn’t get much sleep last night. ‘It’s a bit of a high risk strategy doing that lot on your own… and besides…’
‘Stating the bleeding obvious…’ DS Gilroy shifted in his seat. Davies had worked alongside him in the same station, on and off, for years.
‘Yeah,’ he replied, ‘but she did state it, which is more than you’ve done so far, Gilroy, so can we just work together on this one?’ Davies checked Gilroy’s smirk as he glanced around the room. You could read a lot into one expression, and from the look on Gilroy’s face came the suggestion that Davies fancied Toria and was cutting her more than the usual bit of slack. He felt weary, and not just because of this case. The thought of coming across as a sad old git fancying a girl young enough to be his daughter, or grand-daughter in some parts of Glasgow, left a bitter taste in his mouth. Truth was she was a good copper; she had an unusual way of looking at things and Davies knew that a fresh eye could often see minor details that a jaded eye could miss. Davies caught Gilroy’s eye and mouthed fuck off under his breath before continuing.

The Vagabond Mother – Tracey Scott-Townsend

Not every Vagabond is a Castaway…

Maya Galen’s oldest son, Jamie, left home eight years ago after a massive row with his parents and now Joe, her youngest child and apple of her eye, has cut off all contact with them too.

Called to Australia to identify the body of a young man, Maya is given her son’s journal. After a sleepless night she decides that the only thing she can do is follow in Joe’s footsteps and try to discover her most basic human self. Eschewing a monetary lifestyle, from now on she must rely on her physical and emotional strength to survive.

Following Joe’s hand-drawn maps and journal entries, she travels from Australia to Denmark and beyond, meeting many other travellers along the way and learning valuable lessons.

Eventually a crisis forces her to return home and confront the end of her marriage, but also a new understanding of what family, in the widest sense, really means.

Exploring the big questions at the heart of human existence, The Vagabond Mother shares territory with books and films such as Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Way, starring Martin Sheen, Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found by Cheryl Strayed and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

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Wicked by Design – Katie Moran

Today I am featuring an extract from Katie Moran…


Crow briefly closed his eyes, turning to walk rapidly to the window. ‘Kitto did more than vex me, although God knows I didn’t deal with him as I should have. Do you think I don’t wonder why he kept refusing his leave, and why he hasn’t come home, even though MacArthur said he ought to be here by Christmas? It shouldn’t have taken him more than one month to sail from St Petersburg, and it’s been two.’ He sensed Hester standing close behind him, knowing that the moonlight would be shining through the fine linen of her nightgown. ‘You must know that I would never hurt the maid,’ he said to her in Cornish, holding on hard to the windowsill. He had done so much that was wrong. He didn’t deserve this woman; he didn’t deserve their child, asleep in the nursery. He turned and against all odds she put her hands behind his head and kissed him, her fingers light against the sweat-damp skin at the nape of his neck. He ran his hands down her back, with only that gossamer layer of linen between his fingers and her naked skin; lifting his wife again, he carried her to the bed, and the curtains at the windows and around the bed had all been left undrawn, heavy velvet shifting in an easterly wind coming in through the casement he always left open; he’d never been able to sleep in an airless room. At last, he laid her on the bed and knelt before her in supplication, sliding that profligate nightgown up around her waist and brushing the inside of her thigh with kiss after kiss, higher and higher, until her fingers curled in his hair, pulling it tight.
‘I love you,’ he said, and then kissed her there again so that she arched her back as she lay on the bed, ‘you and only you, Hester.’
‘You are so shockingly badly behaved—’ She broke off, liquescent and incoherent, clutching at his hair again when he cupped the round warmth of her rear in his hands, and as he did so, there was a knock on the door that persisted even after his imperious dismissal, but she had already curled away from him, tugging down her nightgown.
Hester sighed. ‘You must go – whatever it can be at this time of night.’
By the time Crow reached the door and turned the handle, still dizzy with desire but his every sense now also surging with the urge to fight or to flee, he found Hughes once more, still dressed, holding a glowing Davy lamp, his face alive with alarming panic, dark skin sheened with sweat.
‘It’s the Deliverance, your honour – that caravel of Sir Hawkins Boscobel’s,’ Hughes said. ‘They say she foundered for some reason right out beyond the cove, and the tide and the wind will soon have her smashed into pieces against Carn Du.’
And for the briefest moment Crow remembered lying on the Belle’s bowsprit when he was a midshipman at twelve years old, watching the sea sparkle and heave far below, knowing even as dolphins played in the spray as they crossed Biscay that this same ocean might easily one day be his grave. He turned to Hester: there was no choice.
‘I know,’ she said, tears standing in her eyes. ‘I know you must go, but be careful. Do you understand?’
She came to take his hands and he loved her with all the force of his being. ‘Of course,’ he said, knowing this might well be the last thing he said to her, ‘I’m ever your obedient servant, my dear.’
‘The chance would be a fine thing,’ Hester said, and kissed him. ‘Now go.’
He reached the top of the stairs at a run, knowing that he was almost certainly too late to save a single life on board the Deliverance, and that he might be lost himself in the attempt, but that he still must try.

About the book

Four women sit in the candlelit drawing-room at Nansmornow, an ancient Cornish manor house. The air is thick with unspoken suspicion and secret malice. As Hester Lamorna pours tea for her three guests, she has no idea one of them is about to rock her new marriage to its very foundations.
Half a world away, Hester’s impossible and charmismatic husband, Jack ‘Crow’ Crowlas, will be caught up in a chess game of sexual manipulation, played out across the sumptuous ballrooms of St Petersburg. All Hester and Crow hold most dear will be tested to the limit and beyond: their love for each other and their child, and for Crow, the loyalty of his only brother.
About the author

Katy Moran is a Carnegie nominated author, she write high-octane Regency romance, which include, muskets, gunpowder, Cornwall and Russia. She writes that when she is inspired by a new place ‘Regency England, Cornwall, Russia, the ancient palace of Fontainebleau — I want to actually be there. I want to take you there too, in the company of complex characters that you will fall a little (or a lot) in love with on the way.’

Follow Katy:
Twitter: @KatyjaMoran

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Best Friends Forever – Dawn Goodwin

About the book
Have you ever wanted to kill your best friend?
Anna was the perfect wife. Perfect mother. Perfect woman. And now she’s dead.
Leaving behind her husband, David, and two young children their lives will never be
the same. But Vicky will make sure life goes on…
These two women have been best friends forever, a lifetime of secrets lies between
them and now Vicky is ready to step up into Anna’s perfect shoes. But not everything
is as it seems and as David begins to question Vicky’s motives for walking into his
life things might just get a little murderous.
The question on everyone’s lips is, who killed Anna? And what actually happened on
the night she died?
Perfect for fans of The Rumour, The Silent Patient and The Suspect.

About the author
Dawn’s career has spanned PR, advertising and publishing. Now, she loves to write
about the personalities hiding behind the masks, whether beautiful or ugly. Married,
she lives in London with her two daughters and a British bulldog called Geoffrey.

Follow Dawn:
Twitter: @DGoodwinAuthor
Facebook: @DGoodwinAuthor

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Dead Inside – Noelle Holten

Book Description:

‘Hugely confident … harrowing, visceral … recommended’ Ian Rankin

‘Kept me hooked’ Angela Marsons

‘An excellent read’ Martina Cole

‘Gritty, dark and chilling’ Mel Sherratt

A dark and gripping debut crime novel – the first in a stunning series – from a huge new talent.

The killer is just getting started…

When three wife beaters are themselves found beaten to death, DC Maggie Jamieson knows she is facing her toughest case yet.

The police suspect that Probation Officer Lucy Sherwood – who is connected to all three victims – is hiding a dark secret. Then a fourth domestic abuser is brutally murdered.

And he is Lucy’s husband.

Now the police are running out of time, but can Maggie really believe her friend Lucy is a cold-blooded killer?

My Opinion

I had waited so long to read this I cannot convey how excited it was. Firstly the beautiful cover and captivating title.

The plot did not disappoint and I could not put this down.

I thought the characters were likable/realistic and the plot kept twisting.

I cannot wait for the next installment Noelle…

Author Bio:
Noelle Holten is an award-winning blogger at www.crimebookjunkie.co.uk. She is the PR & Social Media Manager for Bookouture, a leading digital publisher in the UK, and a regular reviewer on the Two Crime Writers and a Microphone podcast. Noelle worked as a Senior Probation Officer for eighteen years, covering a variety of cases including those involving serious domestic abuse. She has three Hons BA’s – Philosophy, Sociology (Crime & Deviance) and Community Justice – and a Masters in Criminology. Noelle’s hobbies include reading, author-stalking and sharing the #booklove via her blog.
Dead Inside is her debut novel with Killer Reads/Harper Collins UK and the start of a new series featuring DC Maggie Jamieson.

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One for the road – Morgen Bailey

Book Description:
Panicked at killing a man on a Northamptonshire country road, drunk driver Liam Ross buries the body in the woods. The man was an undercover cop. When Liam returns to the woods… the body has disappeared.

Set in present-day Northamptonshire, England, ‘One for the Road’ focuses on three interweaving threads: the repercussions for drunk driver Liam Ross after he hits a man on a country road when yet another argument with live-in nurse girlfriend, Jo, has driven him to the pub on that fateful night; gang underling Barry ‘Not Gary’ Newman; and newly married Todd Litten aka Neil Ryder, the policeman who was just doing his job.

DCI Clive Allen grunted as he put down the phone. He took a sip of coffee, stood up, and looked through his office’s windows into the open-plan section of the second floor. He spotted the man he wanted and beckoned him into his office.

Todd knocked on the door and Clive nodded.

“I’ve got a job for you.”

Todd raised his eyebrows.

“Undercover. Could be for a few weeks. Can you handle it?”

Todd smiled. “Absolutely, boss.”

“Not too soon?”

Todd looked down at his new wedding ring then back at Clive and shook his head. “Yvonne knows how short staffed we are.”

Clive pushed a file across his desk. “Great. Take a seat.”

Todd opened the file and read the first sheet. “Neil Ryder?”

“We wanted something ordinary.”

“That’s my brother-in-law’s name.”

“It needed to be something you’d answer to.”

“Makes sense.” Todd turned over another page. “Drugs. Guns.” He whistled. “Heavy stuff.”

“It’s all in there but if you don’t think–”

“Oh, no. It’s… it’ll be fine. Thanks.”

“It’s a small operation, just three men as far as we know but negligible info. on the ringleader. Need more there.”

Todd held up the file.

“Yeah,” Clive replied. “Take it, study it. Get some non-descript clothes. Black, grey, brown. Something so no one will notice.”

“What about tatts?”



“What about them?”

“Should I get one?”

“Do you want one?”

Todd shrugged and pointed to his ring finger. “The wife wouldn’t like it.”

“Not all bad guys have tattoos. Real life’s not like the films, you know.”

“Yeah, I do.” Todd held up the file. “Thanks. I won’t let you down.”

Clive nodded. “You weren’t my first choice but I know you’ll do a good job.”

Todd hesitated at the half-compliment. “Thanks.” He held the file in one hand and closed the door behind him with the other.

Author Bio:

Morgen Bailey – Morgen with an E – is a multi-genre author, freelance editor, writing tutor, writing competitions magazine columnist and judge, blogger, and speaker.
Her website is www.morgenbailey.wordpress.com, email is morgen@morgenbailey.com, she is morgenwriteruk on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.
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Being Someone

Being Someone is a life story, a love story, a human story.

James has fallen through life, plotting a course of least resistance, taking each day as it comes and waiting for that indefinable something to turn up, to give his story meaning. His journey lacks one vital element a fellow traveller. Then he meets Lainey. Confident. Beautiful. Captivating. And James rewrites himself to win her heart. Lainey gives James a reason to grow, paints a bright future, promises the happy ending he has sought so keenly. But when we discover we can live the greatest story of all, are we able to share the pages with someone else?

Being Someone is an emotive tale of love, of self-discovery and adventure a story of the eternal search for happiness in another, without ultimately losing ourselves.

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The women of Mulberry Lane – Rosie Clarke

The Last of the Mulberry Lane Books/ Rosie Clarke

I was asked recently if I was sorry that the series had come to an end in “The
Women of Mulberry Lane,” and the answer is that it is always a wrench to leave
behind characters you’ve come to know so well. So yes, I shall miss them, and
perhaps one day I might write a standalone book entitled Reunion at Mulberry
Lane. At the moment that is far in the future as I am writing a new series.
The Mulberry Lane title was arrived at between my editor and I. My editor
wanted it to be Something at a certain place so that we could give a sense of being a part of somewhere. I liked Mulberry Lane and so it began to take shape.
When I first had the idea it was for three women’s lives during the war, but it
grew and grew and became a community. The people of the lane were so real to
me and certain bits were based on facts I knew about true lives, though altered
and changed. Because they reflected what I knew and heard and experienced, they became real. The characters dominated the books and the stories came
from the folk brought to life in the first books. It is for me the only way. If I don’t believe in a character he or she doesn’t live and must be ruthlessly
scrubbed out.
Much of my London life scenes come from the visits and holidays I spent with
my grandmother and Uncle Tom in one of the London suburbs as a young child.
I visited many of the places that feature in my various books, including Petticoat
Lane, where I was told to keep tight hold of my purse. I saw the vacant spaces,
grass growing through concrete where they had not yet been built over after the
destruction of the war, rode on buses and went down the Mall for the
coronation. I also went swimming in the local lido.

Rose looked at the young soldier walking up the street towards her and started to
giggle. She saluted smartly.
‘As I live and breathe, it’s Captain Tom Barton…’ she teased.
‘Don’t be daft, Rose,’ Tom said and smiled good-naturedly, because this was what
he’d always liked so much about her. ‘I’m only a private. I’ve finished the first part of
my training and they will be posting me somewhere when I go back, but I haven’t had
time to get promoted yet.’
‘You will,’ Rose replied, her eyes sparkling. ‘I fully expect to see a captain’s
badge before long.’
‘You don’t change.’ Tom’s eyes went over her appreciatively and he asked the
question he’d wanted to ask since he got back. ‘Are you married to Jimmy yet?’
‘He’s getting leave at Christmas,’ Rose said. ‘Peggy will put a little do on for us at
the Pig & Whistle, but it will just be a civil service. Jimmy says it’s daft having a
white wedding. We’ve been living together in your old house for the past few months
whenever he got home.’
‘You deserve a lovely white wedding,’ Tom said and something in his eyes and his
voice made her feel sad. Jimmy thought it was enough to put a ring on her finger. ‘If
you’d chosen me, I’d have insisted on it…’
‘Maybe I should’ve done,’ Rose chirped back, but she knew it had always been
Jimmy for her and she didn’t really believe that Tom was in love with her. He was a
couple of years younger and, although he no longer seemed like the young boy she’d
mocked in the grocery shop, she still couldn’t take him seriously. ‘Well, I’ve got to—

She was interrupted as a young boy came running from the pub archway, clearly
intent on escape. Maggie Ryan rushed after him and behind them was a harassed-
looking Janet. She grabbed her daughter and Freddie threw himself at Rose’s legs
giggling in excitement. She caught him up and held him above her head, her eyes
filled with mischief as she looked up at him. He was clearly pleased with himself for
‘They had a fight with Fay,’ Janet said in an exasperated tone. ‘Maggie’s nursery
school packed up early for Christmas and the three of them cannot agree for five
minutes. Fay is a spiteful little thing and these two ganged up to punish her.’
‘Oh dear…’ Rose raised her brows at Tom. He reached out for Freddie, who was
struggling to get away from her now. He lifted him up and, amazingly, Freddie
quietened, his soft grey eyes filled with curiosity. His grubby little hands patted at
Tom’s face as he attempted to say the word soldier. Rose grinned wickedly.
‘Salute Capn’ Tom, Freddie…’
Freddie giggled and put the back of his hand to his forehead. It was a game Rose
played with him often. Now that Peggy’s husband was away in the isolation centre,
Rose often went round to the pub in the evenings. Sometimes she helped in the bar for
a while, but at other times she would pass the evening drinking cocoa or coffee, if
they could get it, with Janet. When the twins woke, Rose went up to them and played
games with them. She liked Freddie much better than his twin, though she never let
anyone see, especially Fay, but the little boy had a sweet nature combined with an
adventurous spirit, and she’d played soldiers with him often. He reminded Rose of the

The Girl from the Cornershop – Arlene Hughes

A Sense of Place
I’m often asked where I get my ideas from, quickly followed by how do I create a character.
Surprisingly, not many readers ask about the place in which the story is set and, if they do, they’re content with the name of a city, town or region. And that’s fine, but as a writer I need to know in detail the places where a character actually is while I write a scene.
My novels are set in either Manchester or Belfast; I’ve lived in both cities, and I know them well. So, one of the first things I do is to choose a street where the main character lives. Just doing this gives me an insight into the woman’s life. Then there’s her place of work, for example a specific factory,
and her social life in dancehalls, cinemas, pubs… all authentic and used to create the atmosphere of WW2.

In ‘The Girl in the Pink Raincoat’ Gracie meets Jacob on a sunny Sunday in Heaton Park, just days before war is declared. I live ten minutes’ from there and, walking in their footsteps imagining the anti-aircraft guns and barrage balloons, it’s easy to conjure up the atmosphere and sense of foreboding. Sometimes I find an unknown location (usually on the internet when I’m looking for
something else) and it suggests a whole new idea that’s just right for the story, like the internment camp in a disused cotton mill still standing, but now a business centre. And of course, even in wartime there are opportunities to get away from it all: a trip to Blackpool to fall in love; or a walk on the
moors to mourn a death.

In my second Manchester novel, ‘The Girl from the Corner Shop’, the main character Helen goes
from living above the family shop to joining the police force. On the beat, she experiences the hidden underbelly of the city dealing with vulnerable women and children, black marketeers, petty criminals.
Many of the streets where she walked are still there, transformed into trendy restaurants and bars.

Writing my Belfast family sagas, the ‘Martha’s Girls’ trilogy, I loved spending time in the city where I grew up. The books were based on my family in WW2 and to be honest it was so easy to imagine it
in that era. I went back to my grandmother’s house, the centre of the novels. I didn’t see inside, of course, but there was no need; I remembered it so well from when I was a child.

It’s eighty years since the war began, but walking through my cities it’s easy to see the wartime setting. The buildings that survived the blitz are still there: town hall, pubs, dancehalls, hotels, railway stations… and I like to think that a reader, with a little imagination, could easily walk in the footsteps of my characters.

Venom – Stuart Giles

DS Smith is back…. Absolutely fantastic read, but I advise you not to buy this is you housework as it won’t get done ! I was unable to leave this alone. The blurb says it all…VENOM

, Detective Jason Smith book 9

From #1 best-selling author: Stewart Giles comes a new addition to the popular Detective Jason Smith series.

Still recovering from an accident, DS Jason Smith receives a strange phone call: ‘I want to live.’ The number is unknown, and Jason puts it down to a hoax call. While doing a favour for DCI Chalmers the phone call suddenly begins to make sense and Jason is once again on the trail of a psychopath.

Can Smith stop this maniac before more people die? Who is it and why does he have Smith’s number? As the team struggle to find some kind of a lead Jason realises that it may not be his own life in danger this time but he is in danger of losing someone else he cares about.

This is a unique story that has a steadily increasing pace that continues to deliver all the way to the very last page.

At the confluence of the River Ouse and Foss, York is the traditional county town of the historic county of Yorkshire. York Minster and a variety of cultural and sporting activities make it a popular tourist destination.
DS Jason Smith

is an Australian who was sent to York to live with his Grandmother when his sister disappeared from a beach. He has suffered many losses in his short life and is now a dedicated detective. He is a bit of a loose cannon he has his own way of doing things that doesn’t always mean following orders and procedures. However, he does get results.


Book 0.5-Phobia
Book 1-Smith
Book 2-Boomerang
Book 3-Ladybird
Book 4-Occam’s Razor
Book 5-Harlequin
Book 6-Selene
Book 7-Horsemen
Book 8-Unworthy

Book 9 – Venom

Book 1-The Beekeeper
Book 2-The Perfect Murder
Book 3-The Backpacker
Book 1 – The Enigma

Book 2 – Dropzone



Miranda sequel coming soon

Stewart Giles – Author Bio

After reading English at 3 Universities and graduating from none of them, I set off travelling around the world with my wife, Ann, finally settling in South Africa, where we still live.

In 2014 Ann dropped a rather large speaker on my head and I came up with the idea for a detective series. DS Jason Smith was born. Smith, the first in the series was finished a few months later.

3 years and 8 DS Smith books later, Joffe Books wondered if I would be interested in working with them. As a self-published author, I agreed. However, we decided on a new series – the DC Harriet Taylor Cornwall series.

The Beekeeper was published and soon hit the number one spot in Australia. The second in the series, The Perfect Murder did just as well.

I continued to self-publish the Smith series and Unworthy hit the shelves in 2018 with amazing results. I therefore made the decision to self-publish The Backpacker which is book 3 in the Detective Harriet Taylor series which was published in July 2018.

After The Backpacker I had an idea for a totally new start to a series – a collaboration between the Smith and Harriet thrillers and The Enigma was born. It brings together the broody, enigmatic Jason Smith and the more level-headed Harriet Taylor.

Miranda is something totally different. A stand-alone psychological thriller, it is a real departure from anything else I’ve written before.

Dropzone, book 2 in the Smith/Harriet series is now available and Venom, book 9 in the Smith series will be released in July 2019. I have plenty more books planned to include, by popular request, a sequel to Miranda.

A Killing Sin – K H Irvine


Would you surrender your secrets to save a life?

London. It could be tomorrow. Amala Hackeem, lapsed Muslim tech entrepreneur and controversial comedian, dons a burqa and heads to the women’s group at the Tower Hamlets sharia community. What is she doing there?

Ella Russell, a struggling journalist leaves home in pursuit of the story of her life. Desperate for the truth, she is about to learn the true cost of the war on terror.

Millie Stephenson, a university professor and expert in radicalisation arrives at Downing Street to brief the Prime Minister and home secretary. Nervous and excited she finds herself at the centre of a nation taken hostage. And then it gets personal.

Friends since university, by the end of the day the lives of all three women are changed forever. They will discover if friendship truly can survive secrets and fear.


K.H. Irvine grew up in Scotland and now lives near London. The book was her 50th birthday gift to herself, believing you are never too old to try something new. Her work has taken her to board rooms, universities and governments all over the world and has included up close and personal access to special forces. A Killing Sin is her first book. The second follows on a few years later as Britain moves to civil unrest with the rise of the far right as the personal and political become intertwined.    

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The Unmaking of Ellie Room

Back of the Book
A single phone call from halfway across the world is all it takes to bring her home . . . ‘Ellie, something bad has happened.’
Desperate to escape her ‘kid from the scrapyard’ reputation, Ellie Rook has forged a new life for herself abroad, but tragedy strikes when her mother disappears
near a notorious waterfall. Here, according to local legend, the warrior queen Finella jumped to her death after killing a king. In the wake of her mother’s disappearance, Ellie is forced to confront some disturbing truths about the family she left behind and the woman she has become.

Can a long-dead queen hold the key to Ellie’s survival? And how far will she go to right a wrong?

The Unmaking of Ellie Rook is a dark psychological thriller with masterful characterisation, an evocative sense of
place, and a strong and complicated female protagonist.

This novel cements Sandra Ireland’s place as a master of contemporary Gothic storytelling.

I really enjoyed reading this. This was I thought the cover was fantastic, the plotline and prose was well developed and flowed well. I thought the characters were interesting and well identified.  Would highly recommend this…

The Home – Karen Osman

About the book
It was the one place she should have been safe. Angela was just a baby when she was abandoned, and a children’s home
is no place to grow up. When manager Ray takes girls off to his ‘den’ in the garden, they always come back crying…. So, when wealthy couple James and Rosemary come to choose a child to adopt, Angela is desperate to escape. Years later, Angela starts to search for her birth mother, Evelyn, hoping to heal the scars of her childhood. But strange
and sinister events start to unfold. And Evelyn fears she may not survive
her daughter’s return.

As the wine bottle emptied, conversation turned to the past.
‘I found some of my old diaries while I was unpacking,’ said Angela. ‘I started
reading some of the entries – so embarrassing when I look back on them now!’
Earlier, she had tried to slide her empty suitcase under the bed in the room she’d
grown up in and when it wouldn’t fit she saw a box of her old diaries was taking up
the space. As Angela thumbed through a few of the ones on top, she was taken back
to a very different time in her life.
‘Oh, yes, I hope you don’t mind,’ replied Rosemary. ‘I was clearing out some
things and put them under your bed. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do with them.’
‘Your mum’s on a massive cleaning spree! I’m just hoping she doesn’t turf me out
as well!’ joked James.
‘Don’t tempt me!’ Rosemary smiled, giving him a kiss. ‘Besides, I need to keep
you, otherwise who will do all the DIY around the house?’
‘Ah, yes, one of these days I will come back and find you with a hand drill,’ said
James, referring to his wife’s aversion to a tool box.
‘You never know,’ laughed Rosemary. ‘I might just surprise you!’
Angela smiled at her parents, before returning to the topic of the diaries. ‘I’ll have
a think about the diaries,’ she concluded. ‘Most of them are rubbish.’
‘But diaries are so important,’ countered her mum. ‘They remind you of things. Do
you remember when you fell out of the tree in the back garden and we had to go to
A&E? You were a teenager, but the look of pain on your face was heart-breaking.
Your father still hasn’t forgiven me to this day!’
‘I remember,’ said Angela, sharing a smile with her dad. She’d climbed the large
oak after school most days when the weather was fine, her satchel swinging from her
back, filled with books and an apple. She’d felt slightly childish, but she’d loved it up
there, sitting quietly, hidden amongst the branches. Occasionally, she’d bookmark her
page and glance down at the sprawl of green earth below. In those moments, she’d
felt omniscient and powerful. That is, until one day when she’d slipped trying to get
down and broken her wrist. James had come home, seen her lying on the sofa with her
arm in a cast, and dramatically declared that the tree would be cut down so she
couldn’t be hurt climbing it again. It was a vivid memory because it was the first time
she remembered someone being so protective over her. However, she still missed that
tree and she suspected her mum had never really forgiven him for cutting it down

About the Author
Originally from the UK, Karen won the Emirates Airline Festival of
Literature Montegrappa Novel Writing Award 2016 with her crime-
thriller novel, the bestselling The Good Mother. When she’s not writing
novels, Karen is busy bringing up her two young children and running her
communication business Travel Ink.

Follow Karen:
Facebook: @KarenOsmanAuthor
Twitter: @KarenAuthor

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Facebook: @ariafiction
Instagram: @ariafictionThe Home – Karen Osman

What nobody knew – Amelia Hendrey

Book Description:

My story begins aged 3, when my mother abandoned me and left me with my brutal father to raise me. Nobody knew the secrets that went on inside that house, or the journey that I travelled on after leaving it, until now. This is the story of my survival.
What do you do when no one wants you?
How many people need to destroy a child until that child wants to destroy herself?
What if social services always got told a different story?
What would you do if you were in my position?
Survival is key.
My Opinion:

Harrowing, but somehow captivating as my desire to find out what happened kept me reading. The prose was easy to follow, and kept my interest.

Author Bio:

Amelia is a mum and a survivor. She wrote her book What Nobody Knew to help other people who have been through similar experiences and to educate people who are unaware of what goes on behind closed doors. She has no previous writing experience, she’s just one person who wants to change the world for the better. She also loves cats and reading In her spare time.
Twitter: @AmeliaHendrey

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The Death of Jessica Ripley

Book Description:

Jessica Ripley didn’t kill her ex-husband. But everyone thinks she did. After serving twelve years for his murder, it’s time to get her own back on those who put her inside.
During those twelve years, Jessy’s son, Michael, has turned against her. Whatever mercy Jessy had for her intended victims, just blew away.
CSI Eddie Collins is having a hard time watching his father enjoying life. He’s also having it tough in the form of two new recruits to his office. One is off his tree on drugs and the other wants his job.
And then the murders begin.Can Eddie trust the evidence, or is someone twisting it, desperate to get even? And who did kill Jessy’s ex?


Chapter One
How it began.
Freedom leaked unseen from her life as the smoke leaked out of the oven door. Thirty minutes, maybe less.
Jessica Ripley stood at the sink, washing up the plates from yesterday so they could eat off them today. Her mind was screwing about with the past; tormenting her like Sebastian used to, topping up her stress levels. To her right, Michael screamed from his bedroom doorway so loudly that he could have been pressing his mouth against her ear.
She clamped her jaw closed, and heat prickled her skin, but she was determined not to break down. What the hell had she done to deserve this? “Michael!” she yelled. “Shut up!” Her reflection in the cracked window above the sink showed her the veins standing proud in her neck and the tears dancing on her eyelashes, ready to fall.
The oven timer dinged but she didn’t hear it. She didn’t smell the burning food; and the stinging in her eyes was just the prelude to more tears. Her mind had latched onto the two-year-old’s screaming until nothing else existed.
Her hands became still in the hot water. Soap bubbles popped against her skin.
Anger grew in her chest, and her breathing trembled. Inside, the clouds were gathering and the storm was about to break.
He screamed.
She closed her eyes and the tears fell.
When the smoke alarm shrieked, Jessica jumped, and her anger exploded. She pulled her hands free of the sink and smashed them furiously back into the water. Her reflection burst into a thousand droplets just as the pain hit.
Michael screamed louder. The alarm screeched, but the new pain claimed all her attention. Jessica pulled her hand out of the sink; watery blood flowed down her forearm from the knife wound and dripped from her elbow onto the wet floor. The soap bubbles were red, and—
“You should get that seen to.”
Jessica squealed.
Sebastian stared at her. He hadn’t shouted over the alarm, but she’d still heard him.

Author Bio:

Andrew Barrett has enjoyed variety in his professional life, from engine-builder to farmer, from Oilfield Service Technician in Kuwait, to his current role of Senior CSI in Yorkshire.
He’s been a CSI since 1996, and has worked on all scene types from terrorism to murder, suicide to rape, drugs manufacture to bomb scenes. One way or another, Andrew’s life revolves around crime.
In 1997 he finished his first crime thriller, A Long Time Dead, and it’s still a readers’ favourite today, some 150,000 copies later, topping the Amazon charts several times. Two more books featuring SOCO Roger Conniston completed the trilogy.
Today, Andrew is still producing authentic crime thrillers with a forensic flavour that attract attention from readers worldwide. He’s also attracted attention from the Yorkshire media, having been featured in the Yorkshire Post and interviewed on BBC Radio Leeds.
He’s best known for his lead character, CSI Eddie Collins, and the acerbic way in which he roots out criminals, and administers justice. Eddie’s series is five books and three novellas in length, and there’s still more to come.
Andrew has recently discovered the delights of writing stand-alones, with one under his belt another under way.
Andrew is a proud Yorkshireman and sets all of his novels there, using his home city of Leeds as another major, and complementary, character in each of the stories.
You can find out more about him and his writing at www.andrewbarrett.co.uk
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