#Blogtour The Good Samaritans by Will Carver @will_carver @OrendaBooks @annecater #RandomThingsTours #TheGoodSamaritans #unique


The Good Samaritans by Will Carver  Orenda Books  November 15th 2018.

One crossed wire, three dead bodies and six bottles of bleach Seth Beauman can’t sleep. He stays up late, calling strangers from his, hoping to make a connection, while his wife, Maeve, sleeps upstairs. A crossed wire finds a suicidal Hadley Serf on the phone to
Seth, thinking she is talking to The Samaritans.
But a seemingly harmless, late-night hobby turns into something more for Seth and for Hadley, and soon their late-night talks are turning into day-time meet-ups. And then this dysfunctional love story turns into something altogether darker, when Seth brings Hadley home…

And someone is watching…
Dark, sexy, dangerous and wildly readable, Good Samaritans marks the scorching return of one of crime fiction’s most exceptional voices.

My Review

If, like me you have preconceived ideas of what makes a good crime/thriller novel, then you need to throw those preconceptions away and hang on in as Carver takes you on one hell of a ride in his new novel the Good Samaritans.

One word of warning, there was quite a lot of sexual content, but it was actually relevant and well placed and not just put in for the sheer hell of it.

Now the warning is out of the way, what were the story and the characters like?

Let’s start with the characters.

Seth was your typical salesman, not bad at his job and married to Maeve with no kids. Seth’s main problem was his insomnia and his predeliction for calling people up and asking to talk. Why you wondered? Was he just lonely or looking for a relationship outside of his marriage? It certainly intrigued me, and at first I actually quite liked him, felt sorry for him as Maeve drank and slept through their evenings leaving him on his own.

Maeve, herself, loved Seth, wanted him to notice her but wasn’t actually sure how to do that without a crisis in their lives. I did find her frustrating but as events unfolded I had a sneaky admiration for her strength and resourcefulness.

Ant, the actual Samaritan was just plain odd, wracked by a cleaning fetish and desperate to ‘save’ those who called him. From the outset his loitering and following of Hadley was deeply suspicious. Were his intentions to save Hadley or were they something much more sinister?

Hadley was definitely mixed up, a veritable, emotional rollercoaster, one minute all was fine, the next the world was ending and she was suicidal. All she wanted was someone who understood her and Seth was that person, but never would I have imagined the outcome.

What I have forgotten to mention is the final character, and that was bottles of bleach. I will not say exactly how bottles of bleach were so prominent as that is for you, the reader to discover, but I can say it has put me off bleach for some time!

How Carver engineered the story to bring Seth, Hadley and Ant together was genius and totally unexpected, in fact I was somewhat open mouthed as I read, so shocked was I at what was happening.

The remainder of the novel was much the same, unexpected twist after twist, to the point that I wondered how Carver thought all of it up and what an unbelievably scary imagination he had.

At times, I could not believe quite what I was reading, but it was utterly compelling and I found myself beginning to wonder how it would all end. I have to say the ending was brilliant, and I never would have thought it would have ended as it did.

Carver’s Good Samaritans, was unique, and I have never read anything quite like it, and don’t expect to read anything like it in the near future. It was a novel full of the unexpected, with a great narrative, that will leave you breathless and wanting more, so hurry up Mr Carver and get writing the next one!!

I would like to thank Orenda Books for a copy of Good Samaritans ato read and review and to Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

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Will Carver is the international bestselling author of the January David series (Arrow). He spent his early years in Germany, but returned to the UK at age 11, when his sporting career took off. He turned down a professional rugby contract to study theatre and
television at King Alfred’s, Winchester, where he set up a successful theatre company.
He currently runs his own fitness and nutrition company, while working on his next thriller. He lives in Reading with his two children.

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#Blogtour Attend West by West Camel @west_camel @OrendaBooks @annecater #RandomThingsTours #Attend #intriguing #compelling


Attend by West Camel   Orenda Books  December 13th 2018

When Sam falls in love with Deptford thug Derek, and Anne’s best friend Kathleen takes her own life, they discover they are linked not just by a world of drugs and revenge; they also share the friendship of the uncanny and enigmatic Deborah. Seamstress, sailor, story-teller and self-proclaimed centenarian immortal, Deborah slowly reveals to Anne
and Sam her improbable, fantastical life, a history of hidden Deptford and ultimately the solution to their crises. With echoes of Armistead Maupin, Attend is a beautifully written, darkly funny, mesmerisingly emotive and deliciously told debut novel, rich in finely
wrought characters and set against the unmistakable
backdrop of Deptford and South London.

My Review

Firstly it is so hard to believe that this is a debut novel, so rich was the narrative, so carefully crafted were its characters.

I loved Camel’s descriptions of Deptford, the new high rise flats blending with the old terraced houses on the bank of the Thames and he was wonderfully adept at weaving this into the main narrative of the story. If I thought this was good, it was his characters that clearly stood out.

Anne, recovering drug addict attempting to atone for her past life, attempting to make amends with the daughter that she abandoned, was full of remorse and guilt and I loved her fragility. I did wonder if that fragility would be her downfall, but she seemed to have an inner strength and resolve that slowly materialised.

Sam, you felt was looking for something, for acceptance and love and when he did find it, it was the decisions he had to make that formed the basis of his own personal story.

It was the character of Deborah that enthralled. She was an ethereal figure and at some points, as you will discover when you read Attend, I did question wether she was actually real. She was the linchpin of the novel, the figure that everything whirled around and it was her relationship with Anne and Sam that was most intriguing.

Was it chance that Deborah first met Anne and then Sam, was it meant to be? For me, the answer was yes, she was there to show them how to live, how to move on and get on with the rest of their lives. The fact that Anne and Sam were unaware of Deborah’s relationship with the other was used brilliantly and I did wonder how or if they would all come together. Camel skilfully swirled them around, as other characters that were common to both Anne and Sam slowly crept into the story.

Deborah’s story was Deptford’s story, a story of a London borough through the wars, the destruction of the blitz and its rebuilding. It was a story of a young girl, with no one in the world to look after her, of the discovery of a piece of needlework that would stay with her and affect her life. You never quite knew if her stories of the needlework were actually true or were used to help Anne and Sam, but that didn’t matter as they were compelling and intriguing with a magical feel to them.

Yet, it wasn’t just about Deborah’s old life it was also about the world in which we now live in, and the many issues we now face. Crime played a part as Sam struggled to accept his new found love’s violent background, drugs, cancer and acceptance were other modern themes that Camel skilfully wove into the main body of the story.

The latter parts of the novel were wonderfully tense and dramatic, almost reading like a thriller, but measured in tone and pace, fitting in neatly with the overall feel of the novel.

I wasn’t quite sure what overall description I would give to Attend, its themes crossing so many genres from contemporary, to ghost story, to thriller, and for me that was the charm of this quiet, understated novel.

Attend was a novel of new beginnings, of hope, resilience, and courage, of small glimmers of sunlight peeking out through a dark and grim world. West Camel is an author to watch and I cannot wait to see what he will write next!

I would like to thank Orenda Books for a copy of Attend to read and review and Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

West Camel

Born and bred in south London – and not the Somerset village with which he shares a name – West Camel worked as an editor in higher education and business before turning his attention to the arts and publishing. He has worked as a book and arts journalist,
and was editor at Dalkey Archive Press, where he edited the BestEuropean Fiction 2015 anthology, before moving to new press Orenda Books just after its launch. He currently combines his work as editor at Orenda Books with writing and editing a wide range of material for various arts organisations, including ghostwriting a New-Adult novel and editing The Riveter magazine for the European Literature Network. He has also written several short scripts, which have been produced in London’s fringe theatres. A highly anticipated debut, blending the magical realism of Angela Carter and the gritty authenticity of Eastenders and was longlisted for the Old Vic’s 12 playwrights project. Attend is his first novel.

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#Blogtour The Lingering by SJI Holliday @SJIHolliday @OrendaBooks #RandomThingsTours



The Lingering by SJI Holliday     Orenda Books 

Married couple Jack and Ali Gardiner move to a self-sufficient commune in the English Fens, desperate for fresh start. The local village is known for the witches who once resided there and Rosalind House, where the commune has been established, is a former psychiatric home, with a disturbing history. When Jack and Ali arrive, a chain of unexpected and unexplained events is set off, and it becomes clear that they are not all that they seem. As the residents become twitchy, and the villagers suspicious, events from the past come back to haunt them, and someone is seeking retribution… At once an unnerving locked-room mystery, a chilling thriller and a dark and superbly wrought ghost story, The Lingering is an exceptionally plotted, terrifying and tantalisingly twisted novel by one of the most exciting authors in the genre.

My Review

The Lingering is what I can only describe as an eerie, tangled web of intrigue and tension, that had me hooked from the very first page.

The Rosalind House Commune provided the perfect setting for Holliday’s eclectic mix of individuals and the sinister events that unfolded. Told from the point of view of three of its main protagonists, Ali, Angela and Smeaton we saw the story from all sides,

Ali, a psychiatric nurse, along with husband Jack are the newcomers, the ones who altered the dynamics of the commune, who ruffled feathers and changed. Their reasons for joining were hidden, hints dropped in here and there, menacing and slightly sinister and Ali in particular, was a woman I didn’t like, whose intentions were not neccessarily good.

Her husband Jack, came across as weak, totally under the control of his wife Ali,yet what had he done that was so bad, what was he hiding?

Angela, was so innocent, so sweet and naive, totally obsessed by the history of the house and its supernatural feel. You knew she wanted a friend, one to share her obsession and Ali was perfect so she thought, but things are not always what they seem as Angela began to discover. To me, Angela was the only truly innocent guilt free character, the only one who didn’t come along with a past, she was the one with a conscience, with morals who truly wanted what was right.

Smeaton was the leader, the founder of the commune, with his vision of light and dark, of peace and living in harmony.

He took people at face value, believed we all deserved a second chance, but got more than he bargained for with Ali and Jack.

For me, the best character in The Lingering had to be the house, its past as an asylum so apt for the ensuing events that unfolded. I loved Holliday’s descriptions of the long corridors, the abandoned rooms full of old equipment, the creaking floorboards and the distinct awareness of old patients ‘lingering’.  The inclusion of Dr Henry Baldock’s journal entries interspersed the main body of the narrative, providing the chilling history, that somehow leaked into the present.

It was the mingling of past and present that gave the story a chilling and menacing feel. You could sense Ali and Jack’s resolve to start again slowly ebb away, and the more I began to understand them as individuals and their relationship the more I came to dislike them, to resent their presence and actions. Holliday was brilliant at portraying the change in dynamics, the effects the couple had on those surrounding them and in particular, Angela.

You could see Smeaton struggle with maintaining the communes equilibrium, incapable of making the right decisions, until matters are taken out of his control.

The pervading theme throughout may have been about a humans capacity to exert control over another but it was much more about the devastating consequences when that control disappears. I can’t say I felt sorry for the characters concerned or their actions but it made for superb storytelling, that was hard to tear myself away from.

The narrative was brilliant throughout, and the author really did get to the very core of her three protagonists, bringing out the best and worst in human nature.

Having never read any of Holliday’s previous works I was hugely impressed and look forward to reading more!

I would like to thank Orenda Books for a copy of The Lingering to read and review and to Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

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S.J.I. (Susi) Holliday is a pharmaceutical statistician by day and a crime and horror fan by night. Her short stories have been published in many places and she was shortlisted for the inaugural CWA Margery Allingham prize with her story ‘Home from Home’, which was published in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine in spring 2017. She is the bestselling author of the creepy and claustrophobic Banktoun trilogy (Black Wood, Willow Walk and The Damselfly) featuring the much loved Sergeant Davie Gray, and the festive serial killer thriller The Deaths of December. Her latest psychological thriller is modern gothic with more than a hint of the supernatural, inspired by her fascination and fear of ghosts.

You can follow Susi on Twitter @SJIHolliday or visit her website: sjiholliday.com




















#Blogtour Her Last Move by John Marrs @johnmarrs1 @amazonpub @EmmaFinnigan #DampPebblesTours #HerLastMove

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Her Last Move by John Marrs   Amazon Publishing

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

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

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

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

My Review

There is nothing quite like a complex crime novel with a myriad of plot twists and turns to curl up with on a cool Autumn evening. Her Last Move had it all, an increasingly dangerous psychopath, a detective constable torn between being the best detective she could be and a Mum and, a detective with a difference, a super recogniser who could memorise faces.

They each had a past, a secret, one they wanted to remain hidden, but as we all know a good crime novelist doesn’t allow secrets to be buried for long, and Marrs really did put me through the proverbial mill as he told their stories.

I loved that each of the characters were so different, particularly Joe and Becca. Becca, had two distinct sides, that of a police officer desperate to make her mark as a detective,  and that of a mother attempting to balance the two roles. She had masses of determination and tenacity and if at first she appeared dismissive of Joe and his talents she soon learnt to appreciate his skills as the investigation evolved.

Joe, was just lovely, a man who you knew would be loyal, who you could trust, a man who battled his own demons, yet immersed himself in the investigation to the detriment of his own health.

As for the killer, he was evil personified, a man who you hated more and more as you read, even if his motives had a tinge of human emotion attached to them. His quest for revenge, was one of torture and violence and definitely not for the faint hearted, yet you had to admire his inventiveness and thorough planning and preparation!  

Marr’s didn’t let the reader rest as the stakes were raised for all those involved and, you wondered just how Becca and Joe would finally snag their prey.

Their pasts slowly tumbled out and this only made me like Joe and Becca even more and I was hoping that they would be triumphant in their quest to catch the killer.

We all know that the course of a good thriller never runs as we would like or predict and Marrs excelled on the surprise front, throwing in a few curve balls that took me completely by surprise.

There was fantastic tension and drama throughout, the pace unrelenting, the descriptive narrative, almost too much too bear at one point, as you kept your fingers crossed for a happy ending. He definitely had me on the edge of my seat at times, an element that I love in a good thriller.

It was a thriller with a palpable air of menace, of evil, but also a reminder of the capacity us humans have for hurting others and how it can affect our futures. 

It couldn’t be more different from Marr’s previous novel, The One, showcasing his wonderful ability to be more than a one genre author. Roll on the next novel!!

I would like to thank Amazon Publishing for a copy of Her Last Move to read and review and to Emma Welton at Damp Pebbles Tours for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

John Marrs

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

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

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#Blogtour The Truth Waits by Susanna Beard @SusannaBeard25 @Legend_Press #TheTruthWaits

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The Truth Waits by Susanna Beard  Legend Press  November 1st 2018

Anna has everything worked out – a successful company, all the comforts she needs and no ties. But when she stumbles across the body of a young girl on a deserted beach in Lithuania, everything changes.

Anna is compelled to uncover the story behind the tragedy, despite concern from her partner, Will. Everything points towards sex trafficking, but as she searches, her own deepest secrets start to surface.

When Will disappears without a trace, Anna is pulled further into the murky world of organised crime. Time is running out for them all, and there’s a killer out there who will stop at nothing.

Beard enthrals the reader in this fast-paced psychological crime thriller. Anna serves as the perfect power-house protagonist, her daring escapades leaving the reader questioning: how far should one go to solve a murder?

My Review

If there was one thing that grabbed me about The Truth Waits it had to be the prologue,

On a strip of land by a northern sea, salt water caresses pale skin. Bare legs are washed clean, buffeted by gentle waves and a million grains of sand. A single shoe, its skinny heel pointing to the sky, lies lonely. Fabric swirls in the backwash, its pattern of leaves and flowers fading in the brine; yellow hair curls and curves like soft seaweed. The eyes, blue as the sky, stare out into the world, which has turned away.

Beard, instantly created a wonderful air of mystery, endless questions whirled around in my head. Who was the body on the beach. Was she murdered or just a victim of a simple drowning or suicide?

Our main protagonist, Anna, is the unlucky one who finds the body, and her reactions formed the basis of the novel.

In Anna, Beard created what at first appeared to be a strong, stoical character, a character whose outward demeanour seemed almost impenetrable to outsiders, as if she were protecting herself from people and life.

The discovery of the body had a profound effect, you could feel Anna’s defences slowly lower, especially when she met Will, a man whom she realised meant more than a casual affair. I loved how Beard portrayed her gradual change, this once emotionless, workacholic discovering who she was and that life had so much more to offer.

It was this focus on Anna that made The Truth Waits stand out, making it much more than your standard thriller. Her obsession with discovering who the young woman was slowly began to take over her life and Beard took Anna on a tour of Lithuania, opening up the true horrors of the trafficking industry. It was a part of the novel that made for uncomfortable reading but at the same time utterly fascinating as Anna met the traffickers and the families affected by their dirty trade.

Beard racked up the tension and before long I was enveloped in Anna’s dilemmas as she wondered who she could trust and what part each character, including Will, had to play in the whole affair. The latter pages were quite fast and furious and I hoped that Anna would get the happy ending she so wanted.

If there was one thing that Beard did extremely well, it had to be her wonderful descriptions of Lithuania’s windswept coastline, setting the scene, creating a bleak and desolate image in my mind, that perfectly matched Anna’s mood and her discovery.

The Truth Waits was a novel of human emotions, of the need we sometimes have to look further than what is in front of us, to dig deep and really think about what we actually want and need.

If you want a gripping and compelling novel then you need look no further!

I would like to thank  Legend Press for a copy of The Truth Waits to read and review and to Lucy Chamberlain for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author


Susanna is a psychological crime writer who lives in Marlow, Buckinghamshire. Her day job in PR both demands and celebrates writing and she’s helped promote everything from websites to wine. She writes every day, all the time: news, articles, speeches, websites, blogs – and now novels.

She likes dark, contemplative stories with a twist; she’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships and the impact of insignificant events on people’s lives.

Susanna started writing fiction after attending a course at the Faber Academy. Other passions include her dogs, who keep her grounded, and tennis, which clears her brain of pretty much everything.

Visit Susanna’s website: www.susannabeard.com and follow her on Twitter at @susannabeard25

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#Blogtour The Killer Shadow Thieves @burgess1012 @ #LoveBookGroupsTours #KillerShadowThieves #TomBlake #Excerpt

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Killer Shadow Thieves by J.F. Burgess    Gripping Crime  November 16th 2018

Widowed detective DI Tom Blake sets off a chain of events that change his life forever, when the brutal murder of an alcoholic skinhead, and arrest of a vicious Turkish loan shark, unwittingly disrupts an international gang’s daring plans to steal the world-famous Staffordshire Hoard.

In a cruel twist of fate, Blake’s daughter is kidnapped and the trail propels the bereft detective on a personal quest to Miami to save her life. Operating outside the law, he enters into an illicit showdown with a mysterious artefacts Collector, almost costing him his life.

As the body count rises, Blake and his team struggle to unravel the conspiracy of a shadowy killer who leaves no trace. With only circumstantial evidence against each of the suspects, they hit a wall, until twenty-six-year-old photographs linking them to the murdered skinhead emerge. It seems the victim’s depraved past is the key to identifying the killer.

Can the police uncover the truth through all the lies and deception, and crack the case before someone else gets killed? And will they recover a legendary national treasure, worth millions, before it’s lost forever?  


To wet your appetite here is an excerpt that I hope you will enjoy

Murder, Abduction & Robbery! 

Chapter 1

Detective Inspector Tom Blake sat drumming his fingers on the wheel of the white Astra pool car parked on Victoria Road, a main artery that fed the city of Stoke-on-Trent. His stomach rumbled in expectation of the return of his partner DS John Murphy with breakfast: hot bacon and cheese oatcakes, a Staffordshire delicacy, enjoyed all over the county.

He turned down Radio Stoke, but Sam Cooke’s soulful tones were suddenly replaced with the unmistakable rumble of a high-performance car rapidly approaching from behind. In anticipation of a pursuit he reached for his seat belt and fired up the engine.

Returning to the Astra DS, Murphy glared at the speeding vehicle as it screeched passed them doing at least fifty in the thirty zone. Hastily opening the passenger door, he jumped in, dropped two greasy paper bags onto his lap, before wrestling with his seatbelt.

‘You see that?


‘I’d put money on it being nicked. Twenty grand’s worth driven by a maniac in a red cap,’ Blake said, tracing the black Audi TT as it cut straight across the path of an oncoming van and carved through the traffic heading up Lichfield Street.

‘Could be a boy racer,’ Murphy said as his boss hit the siren, then the accelerator and flew towards the busy Joiners Square roundabout. They swerved around a flatbed pickup, avoiding collision with a red Nissan Duke by the tightest of margins. Blake glanced in the rear-view mirror at the chaos he’d caused: cars screeching to a halt, horns blasting, bringing the roundabout to a standstill.

‘Shitting hell, Tom! You trying to kill us before breakfast?’

Focusing on the road ahead he didn’t reply. The back end of the car drifted as he headed up the incline, slamming through the gears, adrenaline pumping through him like an electrical surge.

Murphy radioed in the shout. ‘In pursuit of a black Audi TT registration NT43 USD. Heading up Lichfield Street, requesting assistance from traffic. Possible stolen vehicle driven at excessive speed.

Further up the road, they closed within fifty yards of the Audi. It slowed down behind a Citroen people carrier, air brakes hissing, before the driver slammed on the gas and flew dangerously past several other cars on the wrong side of the road. It was 10 a.m. and, the commuter traffic had cleared. Thank god, Blake thought, manoeuvring with caution past the line of cars that had eased to the curb.

A gap of around two hundred yards had now opened between them. The Audi swerved around a tight left-hand bend and disappeared down Regent Road.

Blake pumped the brakes and the back end of the Astra drifted to the right as it swerved round after him. Keeping control he eased off, then, as the road straightened, he put his foot down and slammed through the gears, mindful of a sharp left-hand turn leading onto College Road six hundred yards ahead.

‘You’re losing him, Tom!’

‘Don’t worry, he’s got to slow down before joining College Road because after that there’s speed humps. God forbid he gets that far … there’ll be loads of students mulling about!’

Cleveland Road eased to the right before straightening again, and the Audi came back in view.

‘Fuck, he’s not slowing.’ Blake clenched the wheel; taking his foot off the gas he jammed onto the brake and winced. Murphy pushed hard into the footwell, hands clenching the sides of his seat. Both men prepared for impact with gritted teeth as the Astra swerved and screeched to a grinding halt across the middle of the road, leaving an arc of rubber burns on the tarmac.

‘Shit, he’s losing it,’ Murphy said in disbelief.

They watched in horror. The Audi’s brake lights flashed. The car skidded, mounted a tarmac island partitioning the bend, locked and swerved before slamming into a solid six-foot high wall on the opposite side of the road. The bonnet crumpled, like a soda can being stamped on, spraying shards of glass and plastic over the pavement as the windscreen imploded. Its back end bounced, flashing a glimpse of the chassis before crashing hard onto the pavement.

Blake froze in his seat, sweating, his heart pounding; a disturbing flashback of the devastating hit-and-run incident that had killed his young son and wife ten years ago flooded his mind. The side impact of the vehicle had spun their car a hundred and eighty degrees into a dry stone wall. His colleagues never caught the driver, and he found himself unconsciously looking for the perpetrator every time the force apprehended a joyrider.

Rooted to their seats they expected the worst. In a moment of deadly silence they watched steam dissipate from the destroyed Audi’s radiator. A blue Volvo stood stationary in the right hand lane of College Road, its driver had exited and stood behind the vehicle warning oncoming traffic. Residents from nearby houses stood rubbernecking behind the safety of their front gates. Time froze for a few seconds while the two detectives processed the carnage.

Without warning the crushed driver’s door forced open and a young man no more than twenty, nursing what looked like a broken arm, ran frantically across the road and disappeared through the Victorian entrance gates of Hanley Park. Murphy flung his door open and dived out of the Astra in pursuit of the evading joyrider.

Blake shook himself out of paralysis and hit the radio.

‘DI Blake, vehicle crashed and abandoned at the junction between College Road and Cleveland Road, requesting immediate Ambulance and traffic presence. Suspect left the scene. DS Murphy pursuing on foot.’

Puffing like an old codger DS Murphy gave pursuit, but he was embarrassingly out of shape, too many takeaways and pints after work had increased his waistline enough to handicap him. Sweat ran down his spine. He brushed his fringe out of his eyes and cantered, zig-zagging over low flowerbeds and new cut grass levelling pansies, like a portly Jack Russel first time off its lead for a week.

An elderly gent plodding his Labrador along just about managed to dodge the fifteen stone Sergeant in full pelt. Considering his arm was broken, and he may be suffering the effects of concussion, the kid had some guts to attempt out running the cops, Murphy thought.

Flighting three steps at a time down toward the band stand, Murphy saw his prey was quickly losing quickly pace as he tried to escape through a cluster of ash trees like a pigeon with a clipped wing.

Whilst attempting to rejoin the winding concrete path meandering through the park, he stumbled over a loose edging stone and crashed to the ground. Seeing him writhe in agony, Murphy decided to spare him the full force of the law. He walked cautiously towards him, knelt and handcuffed his unbroken arm to a belt loop above his backside.

‘Ah! Ger off me, you fucking pig!’ he screeched, flapping on the path like a captured fish.

Totally spent, Murphy bent hands on his knees catching his breath. He paused for another few gulps of air. ‘I’m … arresting you … on suspicion of vehicle theft … and dangerous driving.’

The kid struggled for a few seconds before capitulating, as the out-of-breath DS finished reading his rights, his knee rooted in the lad’s back. Upon their feet, the DS jostled the reluctant captive the few hundred yards back towards the park entrance where Blake stood waiting with two paramedics who’d just arrived at the scene.

Blake shouted once they were within earshot. ‘Did he give you much grief, John?’

‘Nothing I can’t handle,’ he said, still suffering from his exertions.

One of the paramedics motioned the kid towards the nearest bench.’ Let’s get you checked over, son.’

‘Check my sarge over afterwards, will you? He looks like he’s blown a blood vessel,’ Blake asked, smirking.

‘Piss off, Tom!’ Murphy said, unimpressed.

Although in pain, the kid looked more annoyed at being arrested than anything else. It never ceased to amaze Blake how arrogant these little bastards could be. Joy riding had decreased across the city in recent years. Better education and stringent sentencing deterred teenage potheads from the Estates, but there was still a minority who were difficult to reach, often from dysfunctional families.

The paramedic lifted the lad’s eyelids and flashed a torch over his pupils, then asked him some basic cognitive questions. Apart from the arm and a facial scratches, he appeared unscathed, which both detectives thought was a bloody miracle considering the Audi was a complete wreck.

‘What’s your name, son?’ Blake probed.

The lad stared, gloss-eyed, into space.

‘Can’t this wait until the doctors have seen him? He needs that arm plastering,’ protested the paramedic walking their patient back to the ambulance parked in front of the park gates.

‘Once we get the all clear from A&E we’ll come and collect him for an interview,’ Blake responded.

The cheeky sod shot them a juvenile smirk.

Murphy glared at him. ’Don’t worry, son, you’ll keep till later.’

The two detectives strode back to the Astra in a heightened state of alert. Unbelievably Murphy stood salivating like a ravenous dog at the limp paper bags on his seat.

‘Seriously, you’re still hungry after that?’

‘A man’s got to eat,’ Murphy protested, feeling cheated after his exertions. ‘Did you see that? Pisses me off! Little bastard totals a twenty-grand motor, tries to leg it and he’s frigging laughing at us.’

Blake reassured him. ‘Don’t worry, John. We’ll get him on car theft and dangerous driving. He’ll be looking at twelve months plus and a driving ban.’

‘Some poor bugger’s looking at an insurance nightmare, though,’ Murphy moaned. ‘Those bastards always try to wriggle out of paying.’

‘Suppose. Total write-off that one.’

‘Yep. Premium through the roof next time. I’m just going to check the vehicle,’ he said, making his way towards the abandoned wreck as Murphy dragged his aching carcass behind.

‘Careful, Tom, it could blow!’

Blake ignored his concerns. Peering through the window he spotted a cream manbag lying in the passenger foot well. ‘Any idea’s how we’ll get that?’ he asked, tapping the glass.

Murphy was still puffing like he’d done ten rounds in the ring with a heavyweight. ’Just … give us a minute, will you, Tom?’

‘You OK?’ he asked staring at the moons of sweat under Murphy’s arms.

‘Knackered! Too old for this game; without the broken arm I wouldn’t have caught him. My suspect chasing days are numbered.’

‘After that performance I was thinking of entering you into the Potteries Marathon,’ Blake teased.

‘Yeah, right, good one, Tom. Traffic will be here any minute. Let’s get back to the station, slap the Oatcakes in the microwave. I’m bloody starving?’

‘Not until we’ve fished out that bag.’

‘How? The door’s demolished!’ he said, annoyed the joyriding little shit had delayed his breakfast.

Blake had an idea. ‘Hang fire a minute while I fetch my baton from the car.’

Minutes later he’d caved the window in and fished out the bag like hooking a duck at the fair. He unzipped it and retrieved a package.‘Shit, there’s thousands worth here,’ he said, holding a bag of brown powder the size of a regular sugar pack, strengthened at each end with parcel tape.

‘You’re not kidding. Major league quantity?’

‘Could be a mule for a dealer? We’ll know more after questioning him.’

‘Doubt he’ll give us a name,’ Murphy said, his normal pale colour gradually returning. What’s with the logo?’ He pointed to a bottle kiln printed in brown ink on the side of the bag.

Blake turned to face him, oblivious to a thin stream of smoke rising from under the bonnet of the Audi.‘Your guess is as good as mine. Must be some sick branding for the local market?’

‘Tom, get back! It’s on fire.’

Blake darted towards his partner who’d retreated to a safe distance. They both stood behind the park gates and watched in disbelief as flames lapped around the edges of the crumpled bonnet. Within seconds the car was burning intensely, engulfed in red heat, bellowing black smoke as the plastic and foam interior fed the fire.

The residents of Cleveland Road stood motionless as the muted sound of sirens echoed in the distance. That silence was shattered by a deafening explosion. A huge ball of orange flames erupted into the air, showering fragments of glass and plastic onto the road. An electrical cable trailed from the smashed base of the traffic island, which the joyrider had flattened in his insane trajectory into six foot of bricks and mortar. Incendiary blue sparks of electricity arced under the burning remains of what was once a top-of-the-range motor.

About the author

Killer Author

I  grew up in Stoke-on-Trent and spent many years doing less than ideal jobs in and around the Potteries five towns, before finally taking the plunge and quitting work to follow my creative side. As a keen horse-racing fan, I started off in 2007 self-publishing betting how-to manuals.

This is my main business, but my real passion is for crime fiction, both reading and writing.

Inspired by authors such as Mel Sherratt, Peter James, Val McDermid, James Oswald, Kate Ellis, Martina Cole and Ian Rankin, and in need of a new challenge, I decided to try my hand at writing crime fiction.

After months of hard slog and sheer determination, I finished my first novel: The Killer Shadow Thieves. This is the first in a planned series of gritty crime fiction books set in Stoke on Trent, involving charismatic DI Tom Blake and his larger-than-life sidekick DS Jon Murphy.

The follow up, The Deadly Legacy, is a cult serial killer thriller, with a 200-year-old secret at the heart of a plot full of unexpected twists, which push the relationships of a rich pottery family into life-threatening conflicts.

I write tense, gripping, crime fiction mysteries with a twist – or urban crossbreed, as I call it. My thrillers take you deep inside the criminal mind.

I live with my wife and family in Stoke-on-Trent, England. You can find out more about me at http://www.jfburgess.co.uk, or on Twitter at @burgess1012. 




#Blogtour The Snow Girls by Chris Mooney @cmooneybooks @PenguinUKBooks @sriya_v #grief #enthralling #thoughtprovoking

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The Snow Girls by Chris Mooney   Penguin November 15th 2018

It’s been eleven years since Claire Flynn disappeared – abducted without trace from a snowy hillside, leaving her parents heartbroken.

Investigator Darby McCormick remembers the case. She knows there’s only ever been one suspect, Father Richard Byrne, linked inconclusively to two similar disappearances.

Finally, terminally ill, Byrne is willing to talk. But he’ll only talk to Darby.

She’s expecting a confession – but what she hears is far more disturbing.

And it soon becomes clear that someone is willing to kill to keep this cold case on ice…

My Review

I couldn’t be more pleased to open the blogtour for The Snow Girls, a novel I read in two sittings and which will make you think just that little bit more about religion, grief  and how far we would go to get justice.

Three girls, all disappeared, the Catholic Church and one priest, Father Byrne all blamed.

When said Priest, Father Byrne knows he has only days to live he calls in Investigator Darby McCormick, to hear what she thinks is his confession, but is that what it will be.

Mooney instantly ramped up the tension and I was left in no doubt that the book would definitely not be one of hearts and flowers.

Mooney didn’t give me what I wanted, he was cleverer than that. Instead, he took me into the mind and thoughts of Mickey Flynn father of Claire, one of the disappeared. What Mooney gave us was a man at odds with the world, a man whose marriage had fallen apart, a life pitted with alcohol, a man unable to move forward with his life. Mooney stripped him apart, laid bare his emotions and irrational thoughts, his anger towards Father Byrne.

Darby McCormick was the only person who seemed able to reason with him, to have any influence, yet Darby had her own demons to face.

The interaction between Darby and Father Byrne was filled with menace. I could feel the tense, electric atmosphere. It was a battle, a battle to see if Darby could hold her nerve, to remain emotionless as she soaked up his vindictive evilness. I loved the narrative and inadvertently found myself holding my breath as I read.

Darby was one tough cookie, her resolve and determination to not let Byrne win, to force the police to see the missing girls investigation to its rightful conclusion.

The pace was unrelenting, the twists and turns Mooney created brilliantly done. What I didn’t see was the direction he would take me, the unexpected ever present, the finale dramatic, having me on the edge of my seat, trying to read as fast as I could to discover the outcome.

The Snow Girls may have had lots of dramatic twists and turns, but its strength lay in its portrayal of human emotions, of the role those we look upto in society have and how they may use that for their own advantage, be it for good or bad.

Mooney provided a balanced view of the Catholic Church and its mismanagement of past child abuse, yet I didn’t feel at any point that he was forcing his own views onto me as the reader, he allowed me to make up my own mind, and to have my own opinions. He raised many questions of which you could debate the answers forevermore and that I think was the point of this novel.

Alongside a complex plot and a cast of brilliantly realised characters Mooney has created a hugely intelligent and though provoking novel that I absolutely loved.

I would like to thank Penguin for a copy of The Snow Girls to read and review and to Sriya Varadharajan for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour

About the author


Hailed as “one of the best thriller writers working today” by Lee Child and “a wonderful writer” by Michael Connelly, Chris Mooney is the international bestselling author of ten novels, most recently the new Darby McCormick thriller Every Three Hours. His fourth book, The Missing, the first in the Darby McCormick series, was a main selection of the International Book of the Month Club and an instant bestseller in over thirteen countries. Chris’s third book, Remembering Sarah, was nominated for an Edgar for Best Novel by the Mystery Writer’s Association.

Chris has sold over one million books, which have been translated into more than twenty languages. He occasionally teaches writing courses at the Harvard Extension School and lives in the Boston area with his wife and son, where he is at work on the next Darby McCormick thriller.

The Snow Girls Blog Tour

#Blogtour Small Town Nightmare by Anna Willett #AnnaWillett #DampPebblesTours #SmallTownNightmare

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Small Town Nightmare By Anna Willett   Independently Published  August 29th 2018

A young drifter is in deep trouble, his sister is his only hope…

Lucy’s younger brother has gone missing. When she sets out to find him, the trail takes her to Night Town. It’s a rural backwater deep in the forests of south western Australia.

Lucy tries to enlist the help of the local police, but she is met with hostility. She befriends a man who might help her cause. Yet he is not quite who he says he is.
As the locals begin to resent her presence in the town, danger quickly mounts. The town has secrets and they seem to centre on the enigmatic Samuel Nightmesser, its wealthy benefactor.

What connects her missing brother to this grim boondock? And why do the townsfolk want rid of Lucy?

As the story unfolds we are immersed in a creepy, claustrophobic drama in which everything is at stake. If you like books with a strong female lead that keep you on the edge of your seat, you’ve found your next favourite read.

My Review

There is something about novels set in Australia that I love. It is often the arid landscape, the heat and the dust that give such novels a brilliant and tense atmosphere, so I was delighted to be invited to participate in the blogtour for Small Town Nightmare. I was certainly surprised when I began reading to discover this was not the hot Australia I so often read about, but one that was cold and windy, the characters wrapped up in heavy coats. What it did have was the small outback town with its close knit community, run by the sinister figure of Samuel Nightmesser. I loved Willetts description of him and he was not a person I would like to have met or done business with, his secrets well hidden.

It was upto to journalist, Lucy to unravel those secrets as she searched the town for her brothers whereabouts. Here was a woman determined not to leave any stone unturned even if that meant putting her own life in danger. In some ways she was quite vulnerable, haunted by the death of her parents, yet hugely protective of her brother, and career orientated.

It was her meeting with Damon, also looking for a lost man, that we really got to see Lucy’s character, as Willetts wrestled with her emotions and we were left guessing if their relationship would ever be more than platonic. It was an element that gave the novel a lighter feel as the themes Willetts explored were both dark and menacing and at times uncomfortable to read.

As the plot unfurled you began to wonder who you could trust, even the local police came into question as Lucy and Damon came closer to the truth. At one point I thought I had it all worked out and then Willetts threw in a couple of surprises that totally threw me and I had to rethink. 

It was a novel that didn’t let you rest as the tension and the drama mounted and I hoped that Willetts would give me the happy ending that I so desperately wanted.

What I find hard to believe about Small Town Nightmare was that it was Independently published. Why has this not been picked up by a mainstream publisher? It is so well written with a brilliant cast of characters, themes and a plot that were compelling and immersive. It would more that stand up against the best within its genre, in fact it is better than some of similar ilk.

I do hope that the blogtour brings Anne Willetts and Small Town Nightmare the ttention it deserves.

I would like to thank Anne Willetts for a copy of Small Town Nightmare to read and review and to Emma Welton at Damp Pebbles Tours for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

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Anna Willett is the author of Backwoods Ripper, Retribution Ridge, Forgotten Crimes, Cruelty’s Daughter and the best-selling thriller, Unwelcome Guests. Her new release, Small Town Nightmare is available on Amazon. Raised in Western Australia Anna developed a love for fiction at an early age and began writing short stories in high school. Drawn to dark tales, Anna relishes writing thrillers with strong female characters. When she’s not writing, Anna enjoys reading, travelling and spending time with her husband, two children and their dogs.

Social Media:

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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Anna-Willett/e/B01HU1SG3E/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1542140218&sr=8-1

Purchase Links:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/SMALL-TOWN-NIGHTMARE-gripping-thriller-ebook/dp/B07GVNGNW9/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/SMALL-TOWN-NIGHTMARE-gripping-thriller-ebook/dp/B07GVNGNW9/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1542140273&sr=8-2&keywords=small+town+nightmare

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/anna-willett

#Review Crocodile by Daniel Shand @danshand @sandstonepress #evocative #immersive

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Crocodile by Daniel Shand  Sandstone Press  November 1st 2018

She’s remembering curtains closed against whatever might harm them and all the knick-knacks: the porcelain fairy, the chain of rubber dolphins, CDs piled a metre high. This was what home meant.

It’s the summer before high school and Chloe’s been sent to her grandparents because her mother can’t cope. At first, all Chloe wants is to go home, but when she falls in with a feral gang of local boys, life takes a darker turn. By the time summer ends, Chloe will have learned where the greater danger lies.

My Review

Primary school is over and you are ready to begin at High school, when you are unceremoniously dumped at your grandparents for the summer holidays. This was the situation that Chloe found herself in, a situation author Daniel Shand used to brilliant effect to tell us the story of a young girl who was not quite sure how she fit into the world.

Her life with Mum had been chaotic, numerous boyfriends trooping in, and out, alcoholic tendancies and mood swings that would leave even an adult wondering just what the hell was going on.

Shand took us on a journey deep into Chloe’s psyche as she tried to make sense of it all. I found myself feeling a tumult of emotions as Chloe grappled with her thoughts, with her confusion. You knew that she loved her Mum, but did she really want to live a life full of unpredictability, or did she want to be just like any other normal young girl, enjoying a life full of friends and freedom.

I couldn’t help but feel anger towards her Mum, wanted to get hold of her, shake her  and make her realise what a mistake she was making. Yet, as the novel progressed you began to realise that Mum was not quite right, that maybe she had mental issues that she couldn’t control. Shand’s narrative was wonderfully evocative as he wrote of her slow downward spiral, as Chloe became the parent, desperately trying to look after her Mum. You wondered how it would end, you hoped that all would be ok and that Chloe and, indeed her Mum would get the help she so desperately needed. Shand handled this part of the novel with wonderful skill, it was measured, and realistic and never descended into the ridiculous, the unbelievable.

You might think that it was all doom and gloom. I can happily report that Shand provided some light relief in the form of Chloe’s friendship with Ally, Chris and Darryl. Their growing friendship showed Chloe what her life could be like, the stability she could enjoy, the nagging dread of her Mum’s unpredictability left far behind. Their antics were typical of kids exploring their surroundings, of pushing the boundaries, often with dire consequence but it provided the balance that the novel needed to prevent it from becoming too maudlin, and negative.

I loved her grandparents, their relationship, the love that they had for each other, and for Chloe, the interaction between Chloe and her Grandad was particularly touching. You could forgive them for their lack of understanding and helplessness in trying to help their daughter, at they strove to do the best they could for their young granddaughter.

Crocodile could be described as your typical coming of age novel, but I don’t believe it should be placed in that category, it is so much more than that.  Yes, Chloe was growing up trying to make sense of  her world, but it was also a story that fits so neatly in today’s society. How many other children like Chloe are experiencing the same issues, how well do we understand them, or even know how to reach out and help them? A lack of resources within social services mean that more children are struggling with the effects of a parents mental health, their need for help goes unnoticed until crisis point is reached or tragedy strikes.

I don’t believe that Shand wrote Crocodile to highlight this or to have a dig at the current state of our social services. What I firmly believe is that Shand has a brilliant talent, a talent that can get to the very core of his characters, and have an unflinching understanding of the many facets of human nature, both good and bad.

It was a novel that enthralled, and immersed me in the world of one very special young girl, who I will not forget for a long time.

I will now be tracking down a copy of Shand’s previous novel, Fallow, and waiting for his next novel to appear!

I would like to thank Daniel Shand and Sandstone Press for a copy of Crocodile to read and review.

About the author

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Daniel Shand is a writer based in Edinburgh. His debut novel, Fallow, was published in 2016 and won the 2017 Betty Trask Prize. His second novel,Crocodile, is published in late 2018. He was born in Kirkcaldy in 1989 and has lived in Edinburgh since 2011, where he teaches at Napier University. His shorter work has been published in a number of magazines and he has performed at the Edinburgh International Book Festival.

He won the University of Edinburgh Sloan Prize for fiction and the University of Dundee Creative Writing Award. In 2016, Daniel was the winner of the Saltire Society International Travel Bursary for Literature.

Follow Daniel Shand on Twitter @danshand

More information about Danile Shand and his books can be found  at :https://www.daniel-shand.com/

#Blogtour The Twisted Web (DI Hannah Robbins Crime Series #4) by Rebecca Bradley @RebeccaJBradley #DampPebblesTours #TwistedWeb

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The Twisted Web by Rebecca Bradley  Independently published 17th September 2018

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

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

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

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

My Review

Social media, for good or bad isn’t going to go away. It is ever present in our everyday lives, but how true is it , how well does it reflect what really happens.

For Drew his life was destroyed by a simple tweet, an attached video that didn’t reflect what really happened, a tweet that cost him his career, his marriage, and his relationship with his two children.

Drew was one very mixed up person and Bradley was adept at revealing Drew’s thought’s, and his reasoning. What I particularly liked was that Bradley didn’t take the normal thriller route, this wasn’t a man who wanted to kill just for the sake of it, this was a man who didn’t want revenge, but justice. He wanted people to see the harm social media can do, he wanted to manipulate what people saw, and in some ways I think he was looking for admiration, to be liked.

As we know life doesn’t happen the way we want it to and no one can ever predict how people think and this is where Bradley excelled. Bradley made me, the reader really think hard about the role social media has, not just on my own life but in our wider society. People perceive and interpret words and images in so many ways as many of the characters in the novel discovered and it certainly gave the novel a very unique dimension.

The police themselves fell victim to social media and it was interesting to read how they went out about attempting to alter people views.

DI Hannah Robbins, was somewhat naive about social media and you could sense her frustration and impatience with its impact on her investigation. I got the feeling that she enjoyed traditional detective work, and hated bureaucracy. Her reliance on her sidekick Aaron showed her human side, that she wasn’t a detective who wanted results at whatever cost.

The plot was suitably twisty, and even though you knew who the murder was, Bradley was brilliant at making you guess what would happen next. Threads unraveled at quite a pace with a lovely twist.

An enjoyable thriller with a difference and one I would highly recommend.

I would like to thank Emma Welton at Damp Pebbles Tours for a copy of The Twisted Web to read and review and for inviting My Bookish Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

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

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

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

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

Social Media:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RebeccaJBradley

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

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

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

Purchase Links:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Twisted-Detective-Hannah-Robbins-Crime-ebook/dp/B07HCPD9H5/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Web-Hannah-Robbins/dp/1723841374/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1541017093&sr=8-2&keywords=the+twisted+web&dpID=41JFUJD40EL&preST=_SY344_BO1,204,203,200_QL70_&dpSrc=srch


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