Sunday, 31 March 2019

Louisiana Latte by Rebecca Henry

Title: Louisiana Latte
Author: Rebecca Henry
Genre: Chick Lit Comedy
Age category: Adult
Publication Date: 28 February 2019

Deb hadn't flown in over 20 years. In 1989, at the age of 22, Deb was enrolled at Griffiss Airforce Base to become a commercial pilot. Somewhere between dating her yuppie fiancé and planning their wedding in Chicago, Deb developed claustrophobia, a fear of enclosed spaces. I blame the yuppie. Deb couldn't get on a plane for love that day, but she could do it twenty years later for money. Money was worth dying for.


      Deb obtained her first curling iron in 1977 at the tender age of ten. This was the pivotal moment which forever changed her life. Sally would never allow Deb to color her hair, even though Deb begged relentlessly. She hated being a brunette and desired nothing more than buttery blonde hair. The closest my sister got to going blonde was a henna treatment at the organic salon on Genesee Street in Utica, New York. So the day Sally’s youngest mobster brother, also known as a glorified thug, showed up in our driveway with a trunk full of stolen goods was the first quintessential diva moment of Deb’s young life. Uncle Lenny started parking cars for the Italian mafia in 1968 in Utica, New York. By the 1970s, Uncle Lenny had graduated to procuring and transporting stolen goods all along the East Coast for the mafia. Everyone in the family knew what he was doing but tried their best to stay out of his business. Deb peeked out the window as Uncle Lenny parked his Oldsmobile in the driveway. “Deb, get away from the window,” Sally said, pulling the curtains closed. “But Uncle Lenny is here! I want to see him.”
      Sally placed a hand over her face. “Lord, if the neighbors see, I don’t know what I’m going to tell them.” Sally, being a good Christian woman, feared doing anything morally or legally wrong and knew her brother wasn’t coming for Sunday lunch to her house in suburbia.
      “Deb, get away from the window!” Sally snapped. “Ron! Get out here!” Sally yelled to my father. “Lenny is here!” Deb quickly ran to the front door to greet Uncle Lenny.
      “Deb, don’t go outside. I’m going to tell Lenny to come inside to see you and your little brother.” Deb sighed. When Uncle Lenny showed up he always brought presents for her and our brother Noah.
      “Hey, Sal!” Uncle Lenny said, popping open the hood of his trunk before Sally could protest. “I got stuff for the kids. You and Ron can take anything you want, too. I got plenty.” Lenny was a young man back then, tall, black hair, dark eyes and very handsome. He loved his sister and always wanted to give her things, stolen things as it turned out.
      “Lenny, no, you know Ron and I can’t accept this stuff.”
      Sally eyed the huge array of electronics, jewelry and Italian sausages piled in the trunk. “The kids can’t have any of this either, Lenny, it’s not right,” Sally whispered. Noah, only five at the time, ran outside, still in his pajamas.
      “Wow, is this stuff for us, Uncle Lenny?” he asked, eyes bulging with excitement.
      “Sure, kid!” Uncle Lenny said, patting Noah’s head. “Take whatever you want.” Deb was right behind Noah eyeballing the loot. She began to rummage through the stolen items when Sally hissed, “Don’t touch it! It’s hot! We can’t accept these things.”
      But it was too late. Noah was already heading back inside the house with an armful of loot before Sally could grab him. Deb ignored her mother, still rummaging through the items. There at the bottom of the trunk was a brand new, hot pink curling iron still in the box. Deb gasped at the sight of it. Sally, watching Deb’s expression, tried to beat her to the curling iron as they both made a mad dash for it. “Deb, no! You can’t have it. I told you, it’s hot!”
      Deb and Sally wrestled over the curling iron, each holding an end of the box.
      “Mom, he said I can have it! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for a curling iron! I need this!”
      “You’re only ten! You shouldn’t be curling your hair this young anyways. You’ll burn it out!” Uncle Lenny stepped in, taking the box from Sally’s hands. “Sal, let the kid have it. What’s the big deal?”
      Sally turned and hissed at her brother, “The big deal is I know where this came from, Lenny.” He waved a hand at Sally, dismissing her, giving Deb time to make her getaway with the curling iron.
      “That’s a technicality, Sal. Don’t think about where it came from, but a gift from her uncle with love.”
      By the time Uncle Lenny closed the trunk and drove away, leaving Sally speechless in the driveway, Deb was already in the bathroom perfecting her Farrah Fawcett flip. Dad came to stand beside Sally in the bathroom. “Look at her, Ron. How can we let them keep this stuff?”
      Dad watched the elated look on Deb’s face as she styled her hair, admiring her new curling iron.
      “Is that all she took?” he asked.
      “Yes. She didn’t care about anything else but that curling iron.”
      Dad laughed. “Let her keep it then, we didn’t steal it. It wasn’t given to us. Our conscience is clear.”
      “But Ron, it’s wrong,” Sally sighed. “Why did Lenny have to grow up to be such a hooligan?”

About the Author:

Rebecca is the author of The Lady Raven: A Dark Cinderella Tale, and her latest novel, Louisiana Latte, a chick lit comedy. Rebecca Henry is also a world traveler, living abroad. She is a serious vegan, gardener, crafter, and practices yoga.

There is a tour wide giveaway for the book blitz of Louisiana Latte. One winner will win a swag bag. US Only.

This is my stop during the book blitz for Louisiana Latte by Rebecca Henry.

I hope you enjoyed reading.

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Saturday, 30 March 2019

The Plastic Seed by Maisie Porter

Title: The Plastic Seed
Author: Maisie Porter
Genre: Suspense
Publication Date: 19th December 2018
Publisher: Crooked Cat Books

Two schemes uncoil—and, very quickly, begin to unravel—on the same day in the Australian town of West Glassport…

Jean Hima isn’t happy with the way her life has been going. First, her husband leaves her. Then, she loses her job as a midwife at the local hospital, over the easily-fixed misplacement of a baby or two…

Now, Jean is sure a snooty real estate agent is blocking her efforts to find a rental in a nice part of town.

Given possession of a batch of incriminating photographs, who wouldn’t begin thinking about a little life-restorative blackmail?

Written in three acts and covering a quarter of a century, The Plastic Seed is an environmental thriller that explores the hypocrisy of some aspects of the philosophy of wellness. This novella is part satire of the human potential movement, and sincere testimony to the ability of humans to face facts when given no choice.

Author Bio:

Maisie Porter works as a professional photographer in Australia, with wide experience covering weddings, though she has neither abducted nor been abducted by any competitors.

Friday, 29 March 2019

Crossline by Russ Colchamiro

Title: Crossline
Author: Russ Colchamiro
Genre: Science Fiction/ Space Opera
Age category: Adult

Perfect for fans of Firefly, Flash Gordon, Stargate, and Escape from New York...

Hotdog pilot Marcus Powell has been selected to test Taurus Enterprises' Crossline prototype craft and its newly developed warp thrusters, which, if successful, will revolutionize space travel as we know it.

But during his jaunt across the stars, Powell is forced into a parallel universe -- including a parallel Earth -- where he finds himself at the center of an epic battle he may have been destined for all along.

Meanwhile, back home, reclusive oil tycoon and Taurus CEO Buddy Rheams Jr. -- who sent Powell on that very mission -- has a mysterious past and a secret agenda, one that could prevent Powell from ever making it back to his wife and little girl.

From author Russ Colchamiro, Crossline is a psychedelic, action-packed romp across time, space, and dimension that asks the question: once you cross the line, can you ever really go back?


The warp engines were ready for the first of six return blasts it would take to get him back to Earth, when a blip came across the screen. Powell shifted toward the incoming message, but his short-range sensor interrupted him. Something in the Saturn rings. Video amplification revealed that among a cluster of particles was an odd-shaped fragment, with sharper, more reflective edges than he would expect. But he supposed that after debris crashed around over millions if not billions of years, who knew what was really out there? He looked again. Probably nothing of consequence. Just some lagging hallucination from the multiple warps.

As suspected. Just ice particles swirling around the planet. Billions of frozen blue ice particles floating in space that—

Powell focused his monitor on the third ring layer. Studying it more carefully, his sensors revealed that the particle cluster wasn’t in the Saturn ring, but among it. The fragment wasn’t random, a collection of dust, or some anomalous asteroid fragment.

It was another ship. Looking just like Crossline. And headed his way.

About the Author:

Russ Colchamiro is the author of the rollicking space adventure, Crossline, the zany SF/F backpacking comedy series Finders Keepers: The Definitive Edition, Genius de Milo, and Astropalooza, and is editor of the new SF anthology Love, Murder & Mayhem, all with Crazy 8 Press.

Russ lives in New Jersey with his wife, two ninjas, and crazy dog Simon, who may in fact be an alien himself. Russ has also contributed to several other anthologies, including Tales of the Crimson Keep, Pangaea, Altered States of the Union, Camelot 13, TV Gods 2, They Keep Killing Glenn, and Brave New Girls.

He is now working on the first novel in a new series featuring his hardboiled private eye Angela Hardwicke, and the first of three collaborative novella projects.

Russ is repped by The Zack Company.

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This is my stop during the blog tour for Crossline by Russ Colchamiro.

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Thursday, 28 March 2019

Out Of The Darkness by Darcia Helle

Title: Out Of The Darkness
Series: Joe Cavelli, Paranormal PI Book 2
Author: Darcia Helle
Genre: Paranormal Suspense
Publication Date: February 12, 2019
Number of Pages: 300

Gus wakes up in a dark void with no memory and no body. Screaming and cursing does him no good. He’s trapped, until he learns about one man who can help.

Joe Cavelli is a PI who hears ghosts, solves their murders, and sometimes fixes their personal problems. Now he finds himself pestered by an invisible, impatient, and brash amnesiac.

Solving cases for ghosts comes with a unique set of circumstances. This time, Joe can’t even claim to be investigating a murder, since Gus’s body is nowhere to be found. Together, Joe and Gus delve into Gus’s past, uncovering clues that lead to a startling conclusion.


Gus felt a twinge where his neck would be, if he had a neck or any sort of form, and then Joe’s voice and the lingering odor of McDonald’s greasy fries in his car was gone. Gus felt the change in the air, but he saw nothing. Darkness, dense and impenetrable. He groaned.

“Can’t I just disappear, already?” Gus shouted.

“And why would ya’ll wanna go and do that?”

The voice startled Gus. Definitely not the soothing sound of his guide. Also not Max, that ghost who visited him once and told him about Joe. This voice had a strong southern twang and creaked with age.

“Who are you?” Gus asked.

“Name’s Alvin. A pleasure to meet ya, Gus.”

“You know me?”

“In a manner of speakin’.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Don’t be gettin’ your knickers in a knot. Only meant that we ain’t been properly introduced.”

“You’re stuck in this darkness, too?”

“Stuck? Nah. I work here.”

“Here? In this... black hole?”

“A black hole, you call it?”

“What do you do here?”

“I’m the cleaner.”

“The...” Gus’s head throbbed. Or the space where his head should be. Did he even have a head anymore? This was all too much for him to process. “So, what, you’re like maid service? You come to clean this room?”

“Ya’ll see a room here?”

“I don’t see anything!”

“Well, dang. You’re off like a herd of turtles. Ain’t it ’bout time ya’ll turned some lights on?”

“Don’t you think I would if I could?”

“Can’t never could.”

Gus stifled a scream. “What?”

“’scuse my Southern roots. Means you ain’t never gonna get anywhere if you keep thinkin’ that way. Of course you can do it. If not you, then who’s gonna do it for you?”

Gus felt tension rippling through him. He wanted to smash something. Hurl objects against the walls and listen to them shatter. He wanted to grab Alvin and shake him like a baby’s rattle.

Alvin’s voice drifted closer. “Ya’ll might wanna ease up on the rage. You’re leakin’ somethin’ fierce.”

“I’m... leaking?”

“Yes, indeed. All that negative energy is blowing off you like steam from a radiator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“This here’s what I come to clean. Wasn’t expectin’ you back this soon, so pardon the intrusion. It’s my job to purify the space, you see.”

“No, I don’t see.”

“In a manner of speakin’, I mean.”

“Whatever manner you want to speak in, I don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about.”

“All that negative energy ya’ll been spewing leaves a gooey residue. Needs to be cleansed so you ain’t surrounded by negative vibrations when ya’ll return.”

Gus thought his head might explode. Then Alvin would be cleaning tiny bits of brain matter off the walls. If ghosts had brain matter. And if there were any walls. He shifted, reaching out his arms to feel the space around him. He stretched his legs, too, feeling for walls or a floor or anything at all.

Alvin chortled. “That some new-fangled calisthenics ya’ll are doin’?”

“Cali— Wait. You can see me?”

“’Course I can see you. How in the Sam Hill could I do my job if I couldn’t see?”

“So this room isn’t dark?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be. Ain’t a room at all, far as I see it.”

“How do I change it?”

“Change what?”

“What I see!”

“Why, you just make it so.”

Gus squeezed his eyes shut. Pressure built in his head and he broke out in a sweat. How was it even possible to sweat like this without a body? And why the hell did everyone in this afterlife place speak in riddles?

“Clarification,” Gus muttered. “I need specifics.”

“Pardon me for sayin’ so, but ya’ll seem about as confused as a fart in a fan factory.”

Gus wanted to be angry. He wanted to shout and curse and call Alvin every rotten name he could think of. But, instead, Alvin’s words made his lips twitch, and, suddenly, through no will of his own, he was laughing out loud.

“You’re right,” Gus said. “I’m exactly that confused.”

“Ya’ll mind if I speak frankly?”

“Please do.”

“I been at this a lotta years and seen all sorts of people passin’ through. Some ain’t got the sense God gave a goose. You, though, you got a light shinin’ inside. For whatever reason, you ain’t wantin’ to let it lead the way. Now I ain’t judgin’. That surely ain’t my place. All I’m sayin’ is, figure a way to let loose that light inside, and ya’ll be outta here faster than a hot knife through butter.”

Gus was stricken speechless, not just by the words, but by the passion with which Alvin spoke them. Nothing had changed, and yet he felt less hopeless. Maybe even slightly hopeful.

Author Bio:

Darcia Helle is a Massachusetts native, who escaped the New England winters to write in the Florida sunshine. She lives with her husband in a home full of spoiled rescue animals and an occasional stray lizard. She writes because the characters trespassing through her mind leave her no alternative.

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Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Checking the Traps by Joan Livingston

Title: Checking the Traps
Series: The Isabel Long Mystery Series Book 3
Author: Joan Livingston
Genre: Mystery
Publication Date: 22nd March 2019

Isabel Long is a bit banged up from her last case with a broken collarbone and her arm in a sling. But that doesn’t stop her from pouring beer at the Rooster Bar or taking her third case with Gary Beaumont, a local drug dealer who once terrorized her. Gary is convinced his brother didn’t jump off a bridge known for suicides. Somebody pushed him.

Gary’s brother was a boozer who drove for a highway crew. But what interests Isabel and her ‘Watson’ — her 93-year-old mother who lives with her — is that the man wrote poetry.

The chief suspects are one of Gary’s business associates and a famous poet who plagiarized his brother’s poetry for an award-winning book. Yes, he was that good.

As a journalist, Isabel did regular meetups with her sources for stories. She called it checking the traps. She does the same as a private investigator, and this time, she’ll make sure she doesn’t get caught in one.


In this scene, Isabel Long and her 93-year-old mother — her ‘Watson’ — meet brothers, Gary and Larry Beaumont, at a biker bar called Baxter’s. The Beaumonts are a couple of drug-dealing bad boys. Gary, the alpha brother, wants to hire Isabel to find out what happened to their brother, Cary, who supposedly jumped from a bridge known for suicides. By the way, Jack is Isabel’s romantic interest, and Ruth is her grown daughter. Both aren’t crazy that Isabel is taking cases as an amateur P.I., especially since the last one left her with a broken collarbone.

      The Beaumonts make a beeline for our table. The brothers bear a close resemblance, medium height, kind of scrawny with non-descript brown hair cut in a mullet, except Gary has a beer-dragging mustache and Larry has a scar down the side of his face, a souvenir of a car crash. They’re wearing the standard male country attire of flannel, denim, and canvas.
      Along the way, Gary whistles at the bartender and holds up two fingers. No words are spoken. The bartender nods. Ah, the benefits of being a regular at Baxter’s.
      The brothers plonk themselves down on the chairs opposite us. I catch a whiff of pot smoke.
      “How are you two ladies doin’ today?” Gary asks as if he’s a used car salesman.
      “Just fine,” I say before I make the introductions for my mother’s sake.
      “Thank you for helping my daughter after that crash,” Ma says.
      Gary glances up when the bartender sets down their cans of Bud.
      “Put it on my tab, okay?” he says before he answers my mother. “I saw that car go flyin’. Kind of a miracle nobody got killed. I see you’re wearin’ a sling, Isabel. How bad is it?”
      I smile with gratitude that Jack and Ruth aren’t present to hear this.
      “I’ll heal. So, what’s this case you want me to investigate?” I hold up my notebook. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna take notes.”
      Gary flips his hand, which I take for a yes, as he glances behind him to see who might be close, which at this moment is nobody. He leans forward, so his elbows are on the table. Now that makes me curious. Gary is usually loud and rambunctious. He doesn’t even have a smart-aleck expression on his face.
      “Like I said over the phone, it’s about my brother, Cary,” he says.
      Given the serious nature of our conversation, I’m not about to joke that their parents didn’t have much of an imagination for names. I suspect their father’s name could be Harry or Barry. Their mother? I’ll go with Mary. Stop it, Isabel, just stop it. Pay attention. Gary is being serious.
      “Go ahead. We’re listening,” I say as I grab my pen.
      “My brother died about six years ago,” Gary says. “Everybody says he jumped off that bridge in Titus. The one near the state park.” He shoves a thumb against his chest. “I say he was pushed.”
      I lean forward so close I can smell Gary’s bad breath.
      “There’s no fuckin’ way he would’ve done somethin’ like that. He had a wife who liked him and a kid on the way. He had somethin’ to live for.”
      I’m scribbling as fast as I can while looking at Gary’s face.
      “Who are they?”
      “What’d you think? The pigs, of course.”
      I glance at my mother. I know the bridge Gary is talking about. Ma doesn’t. It’s a stone bridge with metal railings built over the West Branch of the Brookfield River in Titus, a small town that borders Conwell, that’s even smaller than Conwell. Two towns north is Caulfield where the Beaumont brothers live although it’s not a straight shot but a route connected by a series of winding and hilly roads.
      “Hold on a sec, please.” I raise a finger. “Ma, Gary’s talking about a bridge in Titus. It’s quite a drop to the rocks and river below. There’s a small state park nearby. Sam and I used to hike there.”
      She nods.
      “Do people commit suicide there on a regular basis?” she asks.
Gary presses his lips.
      “There’ve been a few over the years. Folks like to keep it quiet though, so more people don’t get the same idea. It’s a mess for the guys in the fire department to clean up the bodies. Those people would be better off just takin’ pills, don’t ya think, Isabel?”
      “I suppose, or getting some help,” I say. “Tell me more about your brother."

Author Bio:

Joan Livingston is the author of novels for adult and young readers. Checking the Traps, published by Crooked Cat Books, is the third in the mystery series featuring Isabel Long, a longtime journalist who becomes an amateur P.I. The first two are Chasing the Case and Redneck’s Revenge.

An award-winning journalist, she started as a reporter covering the hilltowns of Western Massachusetts. She was an editor, columnist, and the managing editor of The Taos News, which won numerous state and national awards during her tenure.

After eleven years in Northern New Mexico, she returned to rural Western Massachusetts, which is the setting of much of her adult fiction, including the Isabel Long mystery series.

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

The Snowman of Zanzibar by Gordon Wallis

Title: The Snowman of Zanzibar
Author: Gordon Wallis
Genre: Crime Thriller / African thriller
Publication Date: 31st January 2018

Ex Rhodesian soldier Jason Green was frustrated and mildly depressed. The winter in London had been long and bitterly cold. The steady work as a freelance insurance fraud investigator was mundane and repetitive. This tedious monotony suddenly changes early on a frigid February morning when he is summoned to the offices of a wealthy investment banker in the City. The brief, to ascertain the source of the unanticipated wealth of the man's high flying young son. The time frame, urgent. The payout, enormous. Inspired and rejuvenated, Green takes the job immediately. The roller coaster ride that follows takes Jason Green from the grimy streets of London to the beaches of Cape Town and ultimately to the dark tropical jungles of the spice island of Zanzibar. Intrigue, chaos, murder, betrayal and revenge follow swiftly as a series of unfortunate events unfold. Events far beyond Green's control. Events that result in unspeakable violence and horror. The action comes hard and fast in this page turner and culminates in an ending that will leave the reader breathless.

Author Bio:

Gordon Wallis is a 50 year old author based in Zimbabwe, Southern Africa. Born of British parents he has lived there all his life. A keen reader of thriller novels, particularly those set in Africa, he has travelled extensively in Africa, Europe, The Middle East and Asia. He runs a number of businesses in Zimbabwe and is single.

Monday, 25 March 2019

Sea of Lies by Rachel McLean

Title: Sea of Lies
Author: Rachel McLean
Genre: Psychological thriller
Publication Date: 25th March 2019

He abducted her. He fell in love with her. He helped her escape. Can she trust him?

Sarah Evans has returned home after being abducted and held in a dilapidated farmhouse by a group of men.

With her is Martin, who turned against the other men to help her escape. He says he’s not like them, and claims to be in love with her.

Can Sarah trust Martin? Does she share his feelings? Or should she listen to her father, himself deceitful and abusive, and turn her back on the relationship?

Sea of Lies is a chilling psychological thriller about secrets, trust, and a family falling apart.

A standalone sequel to Thicker Than Water

Author Bio:

My name's Rachel McLean and I write thrillers that make you think.

What does that mean?

In short, I want my stories to make your pulse race and your brain tick.

Do you often get through a thriller at breakneck pace but are left with little sense of what the book was really about? Do you sometimes read literary fiction but just wish something would damn well happen?

My books aim to fill that gap.

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Sunday, 24 March 2019

Life, and Other Dreams by Richard Dee

Title: Life, and Other Dreams
Author: Richard Dee
Genre: Science Fiction/ Thriller
Publication Date: 1st March 2019

Rick lives here on Earth now, with Cath. His life is boring, writing adverts for cat food and exotic holidays. When he’s asleep, he dreams vividly.

In his dreams, he lives as Dan, spending his time with his wife Vanessa. They live six-hundred years in the future, half a galaxy away. They’re explorers, searching for valuable minerals on Ecias, an alien paradise.

Dan has no dreams about Rick’s life, he lives on Ecias, loves his life and Vanessa.

When the two worlds overlap, Rick starts to question what is real. Events in his waking and sleeping lives are mirrored, similar people inhabit both and coincidences mount up. Then disaster strikes in each world at the same time. In his dreams, Dan is accused of a crime he didn’t commit. Meanwhile, after one coincidence too many, Cath thinks that Rick’s dreams are hiding an affair and leaves him.

Is Rick going crazy, or can he be living in two places, in two times, at once? If not, then which one of them is the reality? Will one life carry on when the other is on hold?

Richard Dee's fast-paced, edgy science fiction -cum- psychological thriller will keep you on the edge of your seat until the last page!

My Review

I enjoyed this fascinating story by Richard Dee.

Rick's life on earth is tedious and mundane, until he takes an untested medication for insomnia and starts to have vivid dreams of a 'future' life, on another planet.

In contrast to Rick's daily grind, Dan's days with his wife, Vanessa, exploring Ecias, are filled with action and excitement.

However lucid, a dream is just a dream, until Rick meets Esther Phay, and the coincidences mount up. Dan being accused of murder on Ecias and Rick's wife accusing him of having an affair, leave Rick wondering what's real.

The main characters were well fleshed out, and the world building was excellent. I could see the flora and fauna, and the wonderful scenery of Ecias.

Which life is real and which is the dream? Or are they both real? I need to know. With the cliffhanger ending, I'll definitely be reading the second book of this two-part story.

(I received a complimentary copy of the book for reviewing purposes. All opinions are my own.)

Author Bio:

Richard Dee is a native of Brixham in Devon. He left Devon when he was in his teens and settled in Kent. Leaving school at 16 he briefly worked in a supermarket, then went to sea and travelled the world in the Merchant Navy, qualifying as a Master Mariner in 1986.
Coming ashore to be with his growing family, he used his sea-going knowledge in several jobs, working as a Marine Insurance Surveyor and as Dockmaster at Tilbury, before becoming a Port Control Officer in Sheerness and then at the Thames Barrier in Woolwich.

In 1994 he was head-hunted and offered a job as a Thames Estuary Pilot. In 1999 he transferred to the Thames River Pilots, where he regularly took vessels of all sizes through the Thames Barrier and upriver as far as HMS Belfast and through Tower Bridge. In all, he piloted over 3,500 vessels in a 22-year career with the Port of London Authority.

Richard is married with three adult children and three grandchildren.

His first science-fiction novel Freefall was published in 2013, followed by Ribbonworld in 2015. September 2016 saw the publication of his Steampunk adventure The Rocks of Aserol and of Flash Fiction, a collection of Short Stories. Myra, the prequel to Freefall was published in 2017, along with Andorra Pett and the Oort Cloud Café, a murder mystery set in space and the start of a series featuring Andorra Pett, an amateur detective. Sequels to Ribbonworld and The Rocks of Aserol have been published, together with a second Andorra Pett story, Andorra Pett on Mars. He also contributed a story to the 1066 Turned Upside Down collection. Richard is currently working on prequels, sequels, and new projects.

You can find out more about me on my website at Head over there to see what I get up to, click the Free Stuff tab or the Portfolio tab to get all the details about my work and pick up a free novel or short story.
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Saturday, 23 March 2019

The Coven Rescue by Lily Luchesi

Some rules are made to be broken.

With peace restored in the Coven once again, Harley Sinclair is more than ready to turn twenty, leave her teens behind, and start moving forward from all the heartbreak.

But paranormal law enforcement captures and imprisons her boyfriend, and she will do everything in her power to get him back. Alongside her half brother, her cousin, and her father, Harley's going to test the limits of her powers and fight against the company who controls all paranormal creatures.

When she uncovers a plot so dark, masquerading under the guise of the Light, she finds that there is even more at stake than one man's freedom. The fate of the Coven is once again left in her hands, and this time she's not sure she can win.


      Harley was suddenly feeling closed in, and the air in the room was oppressive. Knowing the signs of sensory overload, she needed air. Skirting around the room and avoiding the dancers, she spotted a little balcony and slipped outside, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath of the cool night air and closed her eyes.
      She was ashamed of herself for acting like a silly little girl. I told him I didn’t want anything exclusive, I told him I didn’t want to dance. So I have no business being upset.
      “Then why do I feel like someone punched me in the gut?” she whispered aloud.
      The door to the balcony slid open and she jumped, and her mind automatically made her think it was a threat. Magic sparked in her hand until she saw that it was only Caelum and she took a breath.
      “I saw you leave. Are you okay?” he asked. His golden eyes shone brightly in the darkness.
      She nodded. “You can go back to your guests. I just needed a minute and I’ll be going.”
      Caelum waved his hand and the curtains on the inside closed, so no one could see them. “I only hosted this party so I could spend time with you in public.”
      “Well, that backfired,” she replied. “But you have plenty of other people lavishing you with attention.”
      Caelum sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe I haven’t been clear enough, Harley. I don’t want their attention. I want yours, undivided and intense.” He walked closer, and she braced her arms against the wrought iron of the balcony, the cool metal soothing her anxiety as she felt it through the sleeves of her dress.
      “I’m not going to fight anyone else for your attention,” she said. “I don’t want a public relationship so soon after James, and if you can’t handle that, I’m sorry.”
      He cocked his head toward the window. “They can all go to Hell for all I care.” His hands covered hers on the iron balcony and he pressed his lips down on hers lightly, just a quick brush that sent shivers down her spine.
      “I’m not used to feeling this way,” she said, her voice hushed. “Jealous, I mean.”
      “There’s no need,” Caelum said. “I’m yours. Only yours as long as you’ll have me.”
      He leaned down and kissed her again, and this time she believed him.

Chapter Four

      That night, Caelum couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about Harley, how sad and alone she had looked out on the balcony. He hated himself for letting her feel jealous. Initially he had only danced with Kimberly to get some emotion out of Harley, but it had backfired on him. He wanted to ignite her passion, not her sadness.
      He got out of bed and went to his living room, where there were pictures of the people he’d loved on the mantle above the fireplace.
      One of them was him and Draven, taken by Daphne the night Draven had proposed to him. Draven’s head was on Caelum’s shoulder, his arm draped across the other one. Neither of them were smiling, but they both had stars in their eyes.
      “Draven, I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I don’t mean to hurt people, but it seems that’s all I’ve ever done. When Nick told me you were gone, I thought I was going to die … again. Being with her, with Harley, is the only time I don’t feel like there’s a knife in my heart. But I seem to be doing everything wrong.
      “I probably don’t deserve her, especially not after all the things I did to Salem, but I want her.” He placed his head against the mantle, feeling tears slip down his cheeks. “I don’t want to hurt anymore, Fangs.”
      Fangs was his nickname for his half-vampire fiancé. Only he was allowed to call Draven that, and Draven had always blushed prettily every time he did so.
      Caelum knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. It was a sad side-effect he’d had since he was young. When he knew people were disappointed in him in any way, he’d get terrible insomnia. It was because of his perfectionist parents, that he knew, but it had a lasting effect on him.
      He dressed and decided to go to the castle library that night and get ready to go and find faeries. At least that sounded like a fun job to do.
      The walk wasn’t very long, and it was so quiet he could hear the small critters in the forest nearby, the sound of the wind in the castle battlements. His lynx abilities had always made him able to see, hear, and smell better than an average wizard, and many times they had saved his life.
      Nights like this one, they helped calm his nerves. He walked slowly, along the forest edge, and breathed in the clear, crisp night air. There was a noise and he paused, head cocked as he let some of his animal instincts take over.
      Faeries and elves talk, he thought. I wonder if any of the elves would be willing to answer some questions? Unless they remember me. Then they might bite.
      As boys, he, Michael, and Robert Ainsley had terrorised the elves, chasing them and performing practice spells and charms on them. Elves lived for centuries, but perhaps they wouldn’t recognise him. It was worth a try.
      “Lux,” he cast, sending light ahead of him to light his way. He made sure not to make it be too bright, lest he scare the elves off. Leaves crunched under his feet, and he breathed deeply of the beautiful scent of the forest.
      Magicians were most comfortable in nature, which was why so many Covens were in out of the way places like this one in Scotland. He remembered taking a trip to Chicago to visit the Grand Coven there when he was a boy with his parents. He’d hated it. It was all high steel and stone, pollution and violence. Maybe American magicians were different.
      He wandered off the main path, as he knew elves were unlikely to linger where many humans walked. His generated light was just enough to see so he didn’t walk into a tree or trip on a root or fallen branch. Despite the twists and turns he took off the path, he knew he wouldn’t get lost. Shifting into a lynx would help him return back to the Coven without any hassle.
      There was a noise up ahead and to his left, so he walked that way. “Hello?” he called. “Anyone there?” If it is a bloody deer, I’m going to be mortified.
      A giggle. Did elves giggle? He knew faeries did, but if there were any faeries in here, he’d see them sparkling in the near blackness of the forest.
      “Hello?” he called, sterner this time. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to know if you’ve seen any faeries lately.” Elves were talkative and helpful, which was why the UK PID often used them as couriers. The problem was, they had to trust you first. If they didn’t, they could play deadly pranks until you succumbed in the forest.
      At least, that was the lore. Caelum had no idea if it was true or not, but tonight was not the night to take any chances.
      The good angel on his shoulder, which sounded quite like Draven, was telling him to turn back. The evil angel, who sounded suspiciously like Michael, was telling him to keep going and see who or what was giggling.
      I have seen too many human horror movies to think that this is a good idea, he thought as he continued on, toward the sound.
      “Scaip,” a little voice said. It was soft like a child, but had a gravelly edge that set Caelum’s teeth on edge.
      It was a spell, that much he knew, but it was said in Gaelic. While Gaelic spells were an optional class at the castle, he hadn’t taken it. Latin was good enough for him.
His light spell dispersed at the utterance of the word, and he was left in nearly pitch black darkness. A shiver went down his spine, and he heard leaves rustling as something, or some things, moved closer.
      “Lux,” he cast again, sending the ball of light high in the sky to illuminate more of his surroundings. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he immediately wished he had stayed in the dark—literally.
      In the trees, on the ground, all around him, were dryadali, the evil imps created by Robert Mor Munro when he subjected elves to Dark magic. Dryadali made whomever locked eyes with them relive a repressed memory, usually one that was frightening or generally unpleasant. When the victim was good and scared, lost in their own mind’s Hell, the dryadali would eat them.
      Caelum swore under his breath and shut his eyes, but that would do him no good if he couldn’t see to fight them off.
      “Argentum ferrum,” he cast, sending shards of silver flying in every direction he could. Silver killed most evil creatures, and the evil elves were no exception. The silver hit a few of them, but there were at least eight more waiting to devour him. He needed a better game plan, and he needed one quickly.
      “Ego beatus,” he cast, a protection spell which helped guard one’s mind from the dryadalis’ magic. He repeated it, feeling his heart beat in his throat.
       “Crus moventur,” someone cast.
      A grown person, speaking a known hex. It was a male, but that was all Caelum could gleam. He couldn’t see where the man was, or know why he’d hexed him.
      Caelum fell on his back and looked up into the glowing, large red eyes of a dryadalis. Oh no, he thought, as the Dark magic consumed his mind.

About the Author:

Lily Luchesi is the USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of the Paranormal Detectives Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of Dracula.

Her Coven Series has successfully topped Amazon's Hot New Releases list consecutively.

She is also the editor, curator and contributing author of Vamptasy Publishing's Damsels of Distress anthology, which celebrates strong female characters in horror and paranormal fiction.

She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Arizona. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things "dark". At two she became infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community. When she's not writing, she's going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.

Friday, 22 March 2019

Where Sleeping Lies Lie by M. Naidoo

Title: Where Sleeping Lies Lie
Author: M. Naidoo
Genre: Romantic Suspense

“Two men... two worlds... one desperate promise...”

If Anna had only known how the simple push of a button would turn her life upside down, she would never have pressed ‘Play.’

Just 22 seconds into the recording she’s hit by the realization that, if the voice in the thick German accent is right, she has been living with an unthinkable lie for the past thirty years.

There is only one way to find out: Follow the instruction left by a dead person and head back to Germany, to a life Anna has next to no conscious memory of.

To her surprise, she finds an unexpected ally in Peter, an old childhood friend whose law degree and language skills prove to be more than useful. Besides, he has the most gorgeous blue eyes and the uncanny ability to push Anna's buttons without the slightest effort. At every turn, their search for answers is littered with more lies and revelations.

Anna must ultimately decide whether even the noblest of ends, truly justify the means and whether some secrets should better stay buried.

“Mystery, history, and a twist at every turn. Brilliant characters and prolific storytelling... irresistible!”


"God, I can't even imagine." The weight of what Martha had lived through had made Anna feel queasy. She needed water.

"No, you can't."

She hadn't noticed how Peter was leaning forward, rubbing the back of his head, or how his voice had taken on a frigid undertone.

"Losing a child? I mean how do you get up in the morning?" Anna picked up her glass from the table.

"You don't—not for a long time." Anna froze. As she turned to look at Peter, his eyes, blank and dark, were fixed onto the candleholder in the center of the coffee table. She let herself fall back onto the sofa under the weight of the realization.

"When?" As if it would make a difference how much time had gone by.

"Nine years ago, in August." He turned his head to look at her. Anna didn't know what to say. What could she say?

"Her name was Sophie, the happiest, smartest, funniest, most loving three-year-old you will ever meet. One minute she's running and laughing, the next she's hooked up to machines with doctors telling you she won't ever wake up again." The pain she had felt in his voice had turned to bitterness.

"I'm so-"

"Sorry for my loss?" He finished her sentence. "That's what they all said, doctors, nurses, family, friends… everyone."

"What else were they going to say?"

"Nothing. Because there wasn't anything, anyone could say that would have brought her back. Words were just a waste of time."

"What about her mom?" Anna couldn't help but ask.

"Gone." He paused. "Without Sophie… we couldn't pick up the pieces."

Author Bio:

M.Naidoo lives in Northern California with her husband, two daughters, and three dogs. Born and raised in Germany, she was able to draw on a wealth of memories and passed down stories for Where Sleeping Lies Lie.

When she is not in front of her computer, pounding out story lines and characters, she enjoys reading, movies, spending time with her family, and long walks on the beach - her proverbial 'happy place'. M's love for the shore line and ocean shine through in the vivid descriptions of the coast in her debut novel The Pelican.

"Juggling my life as a writer and a full-time 'real' job has its challenges. I don't get to spend half as much time as I'd like doing what I love, and there are never enough hours in the day. Still, I feel extremely lucky to be following my passion, and I am enjoying every minute of it. Getting here has been one heck of a ride!"

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Thursday, 21 March 2019

Delivered by Eva Charles

Title: Delivered
Series: The Devil’s Duet #2
Author: Eva Charles
Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: March 21, 2019

Gabrielle Duval belongs to me.
I've made sure of that.

Now it's time to eliminate the man who kept us apart.
My father.
The devil himself.

His reign of terror ends here.
On my terms.

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The Devil’s Duet #1

Author Bio:

A confirmed city-girl, Eva moved to rural Western Massachusetts in 2014. She found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she had been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into steamy love stories.

A romantic at heart, Eva looks forward to date night all week. The perfect evening includes well-crafted cocktails, a fabulous perfume, Cherry Garcia ice cream, and her husband, of course. If you add good friends, live jazz, and impossible shoes, she will follow you anywhere.

Eva holds a BA from Boston College, and a JD from the Washington College of Law. She spent a career working in domestic violence, child abuse and neglect, and civil rights. Aspects of this work often find their way into her books.

When she's not writing sexy stories, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you've ever seen, Eva's creating chapters in her own love story.