#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Heavy Duty People – Iain Parke @IainParke

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Today I’m on the ‘Heavy Duty People’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Iain Parke imports industrial quantities of Class A drugs, kills people and lies (a lot) for a living, being a British based crime fiction writer.
Iain became obsessed with motorcycles at an early age, taking a six hundred mile cross-country tour to Cornwall as soon as he bought a moped at the tender age of sixteen. After working at a London dispatch job delivering parcels on a motorcycle, he built his first chopper in his bedroom at university, undeterred by the fact that the workshop was upstairs.
Iain worked in insolvency and business restructuring in the UK and Africa, where he wrote his first thriller The Liquidator. The success of that propelled him to write a ‘biker lit’ trilogy about the Brethren Motorcycle Club, a ‘cult’ hit which has recently been optioned for television. Today Iain lives off the grid, high up on the North Pennines in Northumberland with his wife, dogs, and a garage full of motorcycle restoration projects.

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Synopsis :

“…a fantastic anti-hero…positively Shakespearian in his moral complexity…If I could only recommend one book this year, it would be Heavy Duty People”
– Vulpes Libris
Damage’s club has had an offer it can’t refuse, to patch over to join The Brethren MC.
But as the bikes rumble and roar across the wild Northern fells, what does this mean for Damage and his brothers? What choices will they have to make as they ride through the wind? What bloody oil stained history might it reawaken? And why are The Brethren making this offer?
Loyalty to his club and his brothers has been Damage’s life and route to wealth, but what happens when business becomes serious and brother starts killing brother?
From being in a gang to becoming a gangster, Heavy Duty People is the book that invented Biker Noir.
Get Carter meets Sons of Anarchy in this gritty British crime thriller, now in development for TV.

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Excerpt :

It’s High Church, the whole club has been summoned to hear an address from Dazza, local president of the feared and respected Brethren MC…

‘You all know Dazza here. So I guess I’ll just let him say what he has to say.’ He turned to Dazza and with a gesture gave him the floor as he pulled out his own chair to sit down.
Dazza nodded to him and looked out across the room, calmly meeting the guys’ eyes as they stared at him.
Dazza had a presence. You could never deny that. And it was a very calmly delivered speech, very businesslike, almost a formal diplomatic address delivered to a hushed hall.
‘Well firstly I’d like to start by thanking you guys for the opportunity to talk to you here tonight at your club meeting. I know you like to keep club meetings private, so do we in The Brethren, so I appreciate being invited in.’
Very polite. Very correct. We waited.
‘We in The Brethren have known you guys now for many years, we know that you are stand up guys who we can respect and we’ve always had good relations.’
It was like hearing the ambassador from a powerful country address the parliament of a smaller, but fiercely proud, friendly power. He obviously had a message to deliver and would do so courteously but firmly, and despite being alone in this room, he was calm, protected by the knowledge of what an assault on him would mean.
‘Obviously some of us have long standing business relations with some of you, and we don’t do that lightly.’
‘Some of us’ was a bit of a generalisation on his side of the house.
So what was coming here, I wondered?
‘I’m here to offer you guys a choice. The world is changing, you’ve seen that. The Duckies are organising in Scotland and now we hear that they have been talking to The Hangmen.’
There was a stirring amongst the guys. The Duckies were The Rebels MC, The Brethren’s main rivals over here. Their patch featured a screaming eagles’ head that The Brethren insultingly dismissed as looking like a duck.
The Hangmen however were very much our regional rivals and bête noirs. They had charters in Lancashire and South Cumbria so we regularly ran up against them in a border war that had been simmering and flaring up at odd intervals for the best part of ten years or so now.
‘The regional independents are being rolled up – you’ve all seen it happening. So guys like you sooner or later are going to have to choose whose side you want to be on.’
So I could see what was coming. We and The Hangmen had in effect provided buffer states between Rebel and Brethren territory. If The Rebels made moves to absorb their buffer, then The Brethren would have no option but to respond in kind.
‘You might say why do we need to choose? Why can’t we just stay out of it, stay independent? Well that’s a mistake. You can’t.’
He certainly had balls coming in here and saying that to the guys’ faces. If he wasn’t who he was, he would probably have been stomped. And it wasn’t that we were scared of The Brethren that was stopping anyone. It’s difficult to describe to an outsider, but it was like I say, a respect thing. Almost as though he was here to parley under a white flag. He was an envoy. So it was like a tradition, his person was inviolable as he came here to speak. If we fought them later over this we would stomp him without question if we caught him. But here and now, we would hear him out and he would unquestionably walk out unharmed.
‘If you try to stay neutral in a war, you will end up the losers. And the losing side in the war won’t be able to help you, while the winner won’t have needed you to win or have any reason to value you.
‘But don’t get the wrong idea here. I’m not here to threaten you guys.
‘We don’t recruit, we recognise.
‘And I’m here to tell you, as guys we respect, we want you on our side.
‘So as I say, I’m here to offer you all a choice.
‘It’s time to step up to the big time. Time to join the international Brethren world.’
Oh fuck, I thought, so that was what was coming.
‘We want you to patch over. We want you to join us to expand the North East charter across the region.’
Oh fuck. The what happens if you don’t was unsaid. Once The Brethren had made an offer like this we were either in or against them. It was not a choice being offered but an ultimatum, however quietly and smilingly delivered. It was join us or disband.
And it was always a one time offer.
Once Dazza had finished, Tiny stood up to formally respond. He thanked Dazza for coming out to see us and for setting out what he had to say so clearly. Obviously there was a lot to take in and we as a club would need to consider what he had said; to consult; we would need to ask the brothers inside who weren’t here tonight what they thought; we would need to come to a view.
‘Of course,’ said Dazza. ‘That’s only natural. Now I could hang around but I know that this is something you guys will want to discuss amongst yourselves so I suggest I leave you to it. Obviously you all know where I am if there’s anything you want to talk to us about.’
Butcher stood up to escort him from the room.
‘But before I go, there is one thing I would like to say in conclusion.’
The room waited in silence.
‘Just don’t take too long.’

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : A Lethal Arrogance – D.S. Lang

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Today I’m on the ‘A Lethal Arrogance’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

D.S. Lang, a native Ohioan, has been making up stories since she was a little girl, and she still is! Along the way, she studied English and social studies as an undergrad. After graduate school, she went on to teach government and American history in high school. She also taught English at the junior high, high school, and college levels. In addition, she has worked as a program coordinator, golf shop manager, and online tutor.
Now, she spends much of her time reading, researching, and writing. Most recently, she has delved into the Great War era and the years immediately after it. Her Arabella Stewart Historical Mystery Series was inspired by her Great Uncle Brice who served in the American Expeditionary Force during World War One, and by her love of historical mysteries. In her spare time, she loves to spend time with family and friends, including her dog Izzy.

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After returning home from her service as a United States Army Signal Corps operator in the Great War, Arabella Stewart’s goal, to save her family’s resort, seems within reach as the summer season progresses. She and her business partner, Mac MacLendon, look forward to re-establishing a successful championship golf tournament, once the signature event of the resort’s year. Problems arise when one of the contestants, an overbearing snob who has created problems at other competitions, clashes with more than one person. When he is found dead, the victim of a suspicious automobile crash, Bella once again helps Jax Hastings, the town constable and her childhood friend, investigate. As they pursue answers, Bella and Jax find several suspects who might have wanted to make the victim suffer for his lethal arrogance.

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Excerpt :

In A Lethal Arrogance, the third book in my Arabella Stewart Historical Mystery series, Bella again partners with Jax Hastings, the local constable and her childhood friend, to solve a crime. Since the Great War, when Bella served as a United States Army Signal Corps operator and Jax was an officer with the American Expeditionary Force, they have an uneasy relationship. Even so, joining forced to investigate a suspicious vehicle accident in their hometown, where one driver died and another left the scene, becomes necessary. During a road trip to interview suspects and witnesses, Bella and Jax have plenty of time to chat. That leads to Bella bringing up a sore subject.

Jax and Bella exchanged small talk as she drove out of the city and toward their next stop. After a time, she returned to the case. “It sounds like Mr. Smith’s cousin lives just outside Mohawk. It’s too bad Mrs. Smith couldn’t tell us exactly where or even what the house looks like.”
“It’s a very small town, so we should be able to find someone to give us directions.”
“That’s likely to be true,” Bella commented. In their hometown of Moreley, finding a certain house was easy because people knew their neighbors. The same would happen in an even smaller village. “I wonder if Chaz has visited this cousin recently.”
Jax hesitated only a moment before responding. “I’ve wondered the same thing. He could have visited his father last week during the tournament. After all, Chaz wasn’t angry with Mr. Smith.”
“Boys usually want to be around their fathers and vice-versa.”
Several seconds of silence filled the car before Jax spoke. “My dad would have liked for me to take more of an interest in his profession, but I never did. I imagine he’d be shocked to learn I have that same job now.”
Once again, Jax provided an opening into a more personal conversation. Bella knew there were hazards in following that lead, but she proceeded anyhow. “My dad and Matt would be shocked about you being constable, too,” she suggested. Out of the corner of her eye, Bella saw Jax turn toward her, but she kept her attention on the road.
“I suppose they would. Sometimes, I’m surprised myself.”
“You do a good job, but do you like it? I mean, I know you probably don’t love it like golf. How could you?” Although he’d turned down the offer of the golf pro job at Ballantyne, didn’t some part of him still love the game? Or maybe not. Jax seemed increasingly comfortable in his role as town constable. That could be a front or the truth.
“Spoken like a tried-and-true golf lover,” he observed with a chuckle, but his amusement fled quickly, and his next words were serious. “I don’t dislike being constable, and it has its good points. I get a steady paycheck, for one.”
“You could be a club pro and get a steady paycheck.” Bella still didn’t understand his refusal to go back to his previous career. His ideal career. Had he really relinquished his dreams? The thought made her profoundly sad.
“We’ve talked about this, Bella.” His voice held a sharp, accusatory edge.
“You don’t want to try.” Bella heard the note of challenge in her voice. She shouldn’t feel so personally invested in his decisions, but she didn’t apologize or back down. Understanding the changes in him was a Herculean task. Although Jax remained loyal to her brother’s memory, his decision to leave his dreams behind disturbed her in ways that she couldn’t quite explain, even to herself.
A harsh breath left him. “There is no point in chasing after vain hopes and wishes. It’s a waste of time and energy. I have a job, a good one, so that makes me a lot better off than many veterans. I won’t live in the past. No adult should.”
Bella flinched at his caustic tone and unyielding observations. “I’m being an adult,” she protested, immediately taking his statements as criticism. “I’m simply trying to keep Ballantyne from failing, which will help Moreley. That’s not living in the past. That’s planning for the future.”
“I’m not talking about that,” he shot back. “I’m talking about how you continue to ask me why I don’t go back to golf as a career. When you offered me the job at Ballantyne, I said you need someone who can represent the resort at big tournaments. I can’t do that because I’m physically unable, and I don’t appreciate you continuing to hound me. I’ve told you more than once that I’m not the same man who left for France. I can’t be…not for you or anyone else.”
His words stung so badly that Bella flinched. She’d already said playing in tournaments wasn’t a requirement, so she didn’t repeat herself. “I’m not asking you to do anything for me,” she said in a muffled tone. “I just wondered…” Her voice trailed off. Obviously, he didn’t cherish old memories like she did, so Bella hurried on. “I’m sorry I brought it up. Your life is your business.”
“Yes, it is. Please keep that in mind.” His icy tone fell between them like shards of sleet.
A hot flush invaded her cheeks while sadness gripped her heart. Bella focused on the road. “I most assuredly will.”

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Second Chance to Wear His Ring – Hana Sheik @HanaSoChic @HarlequinBooks @MillsandBoon

– ‘The Magic of Wor(l)ds’ blog is a hobby, reviews and other bookish stuff on this site are done for free. –

Today I’m on the ‘Second Chance to Wear His Ring’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Hana Sheik falls in love every day reading her favourite romances and writing her own happy-ever-afters. She’s worked as a data entry operator, customer service rep, telemarketer, and ghostwriter—but being a romance author is without a doubt the best job ever! Born in Somalia, she moved to the beautiful capital of Canada as a toddler, and still lives there happily with her family.

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Synopsis :

y404A forgotten past…
Could pave the way to forever!
When millionaire Mansur Ali is called urgently home to Somaliland, he’s shocked to find that the woman who broke his heart needs his help. After an accident, Amal has lost many memories…including Manny’s marriage proposal and her rejection! Manny will help her seek treatment in Addis Ababa, but he’s resolved to keep his heart firmly off-limits. A promise that is tested when their journey brings them closer than ever before…

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Excerpt :

Hi Stefanie! Thank you for having me on the blog to share a short excerpt from my debut Harlequin Romance/Mills & Boon True Love, Second Chance to Wear His Ring.
This is a scene from the first chapter. My heroine, Amal, is an amnesiac, and my hero, Mansur has just found out about her condition. She’s questioning if the amnesia has changed her, but to Mansur, she’s still the same old Amal…

* * *

“Show me my room.”
His husky voice stroked something unexplored and forbidden inside her. Unwilling to explore it out here in the open, Amal chose to entertain his request for privacy.
“It’s this way.” She gave his hand a pointed look.
Once he’d released her, Amal turned briskly, her skirt and robe swishing as she forged her path. She wasn’t going to overthink why she was missing the warm and welcoming pressure of his palm. It should be the last thing on her mind. She needed to be concerned about her fried brain and scattered memories.
Still, she hadn’t anticipated the force of attraction she’d feel for Mansur. She had hoped for a personal connection—hoped his face would free a more recent memory than the few childhood ones that were returning to her more rapidly. But the man before her was certainly not the gawky, grinning teenager she fuzzily recalled.
Amal hadn’t gotten the chance to ask Mama Halima much about who Mansur had grown to become, and his arrival had been more or less a surprise to her. It hadn’t been until only a couple hours earlier that his mother had pulled her aside and informed her of Mansur’s journeying home to them. For her.
She now knew he had no clue that he’d traveled because of her amnesia. Mama Halima had left that part out when she’d contacted him.
If she didn’t feel obliged to guide him to the guest room that had been prepared for him this morning, Amal would have scurried off to lock herself in the spare bedroom. Maybe even insisted that she move back next door, although Mama Halima wouldn’t have been too happy about that decision. With both her brothers having moved out of their late grandmother’s home, Amal lived alone. Mansur’s mother hadn’t liked to leave her alone after the accident. She had convinced Amal into temporarily moving in with her.
The new living arrangement had worked perfectly. The two women had each other for company. But now, with Mansur home to his mother, Amal felt as though she had overstayed her welcome. Also, it must appear like she couldn’t take care of herself.
But it’s true, isn’t it? You’re helpless, weak. You need someone to save you.
No! She didn’t need rescue. She was fine.
Forcing herself to concentrate on her steps, Amal closed in on Mansur’s bedroom.
“Over here,” she said, glancing back at him.
He’d paused at the wrong door, his hand on the brass handle.
“That isn’t your room,” she said.
Disregarding her, he opened the door and pushed inside.
Amal followed close at his heels. Frustrated that he hadn’t listened, and embarrassed by the sight of her messy room, she gestured for the door, hoping he’d grasp her cue.
“I told you—this isn’t your room,” she said.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Mansur shifted his attention, his eyes scouring her face. “It used to be my room…long, long ago.”
Amal frowned. “Well, your mother didn’t tell me,” she muttered.
“She didn’t expect I’d return anytime soon.” Walking toward the bed at the far end of the room, he looked around. “Everything almost looks the same. Except this.” He gestured at the headscarves on the bed and the books on the floor.
Amal skirted past him and collected the headscarves. She walked with them to her temporary dresser, popped them in the first drawer. Then she moved to handle the scattered books, just as Mansur lifted a notebook that the scarves had hidden on the bed.
Her journal!
Mansur smoothed his palm over the spiral notebook’s cover. “You still journal, then?”
“I try,” she replied, accepting the book when he handed it to her. He hadn’t even made an attempt to read it.
“And you’re reading, too.”
He glanced down at her books. She had been in the middle of reorganizing her reading pile. Many of the book covers were worn, hinting at how loved they were. That had to be the only upside of amnesia. Reading the books that she’d enjoyed in the past and getting the ultra-rare chance of reading them like they were new.
So far, her skewed memory retrieval had worked strangely. She recalled some things more clearly now than she had right after her accident four weeks earlier, when she’d woken up in the hospital with stitches to her right temple. But the returning memories were further in her past, which frustrated her more now that she stood before Mansur. Amal had no recent memories of him. The glimpses of the childhood of this man standing with her were hardly enough to assume his personality now. For all she knew, he could have grown to be a terrible person.
Terrible, maybe. Yet still darkly gorgeous.

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Mum’s The Word – Lorraine Turnbull @LorraineAuthor

– ‘The Magic of Wor(l)ds’ blog is a hobby, reviews and other bookish stuff on this site are done for free. –

Today I’m on the ‘Mum’s The Word’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Lorraine Turnbull was born in Glasgow where she lived until 2005 when she and her family moved to Cornwall to run a smallholding. She relocated to France in 2017 where she continues to make cider, writes books and learns French.

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When Ann-Marie Ross murders her abusive husband and feeds him to the pigs, she thinks she’s got away with murder and secured the future of her Scottish cider farm. But she soon finds herself having to keep more than one deadly secret to protect those closest to her.
As four women embrace their new-found independence, Ann-Marie is tormented by the threat of discovery.
A darkly comic tale of murder, friendship and Love.

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Excerpt :

In a way it was a relief to finally be able to talk about it, and the details began to spill out. Isa sat impassive, whilst Ann-Marie, white-faced and tearful told her everything. In a few short minutes she had completed her confession and sat awaiting her mother’s reaction. The clock ticked sluggishly, stretching every painful second into a lifetime.
Isa sighed and finally spoke.
‘You’re my daughter and I love you; but why oh why did you put up with that bullying, that abuse for all those years? I knew years ago that you were miserable, but it wasn’t my marriage. Wasn’t my place to say anything; and you never uttered a word. And now this.’
She paused and raised her cold blue eyes, searching Ann-Marie’s face for an answer, but Ann-Marie had told all; and had nothing to add. She felt that she had, in fact, said quite enough.
Her mother sat quietly. She didn’t appear to be shocked or horrified, but just said nothing. Meanwhile, Ann-Marie’s brain was in overdrive, going over all the possibilities that this admission might have raised, and whether the confession would result in another stroke.
‘Aren’t you angry at me mum? Disgusted at what I’ve done?’
Eventually, her mother took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes,
‘I’m angry that you didn’t do it sooner you stupid girl! Barring the Enquiry, it appears that you’ve got away with it; and I’m glad. You didn’t deserve that and now you’re free from that…creature’, she spat crossly. Ann-Marie’s eyes widened, but Isa wasn’t finished. She got up and went to fill the kettle before returning to the sofa.
‘Can you trust Elaine to keep her mouth shut?’ she asked. Ann-Marie nodded silently.
‘Well then, you can also trust that what I know will go with me to my grave.’
Ann-Marie stood to go and make the tea. Isa pulled her knitting needles back to her and began to knit, ‘Mum’s the word, Ann-Marie. Mum’s the word.’

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #QandAs : Wild Blue Yonder (Broken Wings Book 2) – M W Arnold @mick859

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Today I’m on the ‘Wild Blue Yonder’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Mick is a hopeless romantic who was born in England and spent fifteen years roaming around the world in the pay of HM Queen Elizabeth II in the Royal Air Force before putting down roots and realizing how much he missed the travel. He’s replaced it somewhat with his writing, including reviewing books and supporting fellow saga and romance authors in promoting their novels.
He’s the proud keeper of two cats bent on world domination, is mad on the music of the Beach Boys, and enjoys the theatre and humoring his Manchester United-supporting wife. Finally, and most importantly, Mick is a full member of the Romantic Novelists Association. Wild Blue Yonder is the second novel in his Broken Wings series and he is very proud to be a part of the Vintage Rose Garden at The Wild Rose Press.

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Air Transport Auxiliary pilot Doris Winter is accused of stealing a valuable item from a famous Hollywood movie star, now a captain in the US Army Air Corps, after a dance at the air base in England where he’s stationed. Gathering her close friends together, she’s determined to clear her name.
Ruth’s POW son suffers a life-changing injury just as her own cottage takes damage in an air raid and Penny’s estranged little sister unexpectedly turns up, having run away from school. Together with the ongoing thefts of items of clothing and surprise personal revelations, these all threaten to hamper their investigation.
In spite of the worsening war situation, they must band together to rise above their troubles and prove love and friendship is worth fighting for.

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
My name is Mick and I write Historical World War Two Saga’s as, M W Arnold. I’ve two Romanian Werecats who, and don’t speak too loud, I believe are plotting to take over the world. I’d dabbled with writing for a number of years, but had never tried a serious attempt. Then I was persuaded to read ‘The Xmas Factor’ by Annie Sanders, a romance (I’d never read anything in the genre before) by my Lady Wife and the next morning, I had this urge to open my laptop and write down the bare bones of a story that had come to me whilst I slept. Nothing became of this book, but it awakened something in me and I’ve been writing ever since. That was Christmas 2013 when I started it. I then got very lucky in that I was able to join the Romantic Novelists Association. I persisted with that first book for a couple of years before deciding to start a new one. That second book became, ‘The Season for Love’ which was published in 2017.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
‘The Hobbit’ by Tolkien was one of the first books I read and it’s still one I can pick up and read at any time nowadays. Unlike ‘The Lord of the Rings’, which I think could have done with a severe edit as (IMHO) it’s overlong and boring in parts, it’s a perfect pace chock full of wonderful characters and set-pieces. The other is ‘The Silver Sword’ by Ian Serraillier. This is the story of some children who have to survive World War 2 Warsaw without their parents, and then navigate their way across post war Europe in search of them. It’s a very moving and gripping story.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Many, too many to mention. If you’re pushing me though, I’d possibly have to say John Wyndham. He wrote a number of books which pretty much carried me through a rather bad time at school. I mean, anyone who can bring out, The Day of the Triffids, then The Kraken Wakes, The Chrysalids and The Midwich Cuckoos, one after the other, can’t be too bad, eh! That must be one heck of a creative brain.

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
Miss Moneypenny. Can you imagine the stories she could tell?

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
Well, I do have some habits that are probably bordering on OCD, like before I can write, I have to win four games of online Majong. Okay, so that’s a yes on the OCD. I also can’t write where it’s quiet and usually have to write on my laptop, on the sofa in front of the telly. I also have some favourite films I like to watch whilst I write.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
Probably not. My lady wife reads books with a high body count, often in rather dodgy ways so if she wrote, there’s a very good chance I wouldn’t be answering these questions. I’ve always loved history, particularly military, so I get most of my ideas from things I read. Okay, there’s obviously a high body count in wars, but not in the type of books I write. I believe my stories could best be described as ‘cosy’. I know that’s what I’ve heard from a few reviewers.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
Hands down, panster. I’ve tried planning and the best I’ve ever done was to get down rough outlines for a few chapters. This I followed but ideas I hadn’t thought of before kept coming to me and being added below my current writing. It simply didn’t seem natural to me. So what I do now is have a general idea of where I want to start and where I want to end, and that’s the limit of planning in my current way of writing.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Firstly, read a lot in the genre you wish to write in, that’s most important. If your favourite authors have website, especially if they have newsletters, sign up, you’ll often get great writing tips as most authors are only too happy to help out novice writers. Don’t give in either. Many a best-selling author received multiple rejections before they got that first publishing contract. Don’t also aim only for the ‘big’ publishing houses, as your chances of being signed by one are slim. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t submit to them of course. Lastly, keep writing.

What are your futureplans as an author?
Hopefully, to keep publishing and selling books. Next on the agenda will be book 3 in this series titled, ‘I’ll be Home for Christmas’ which comes out in October. I also have a tip-top secret project I’m working on at this time of writing which I also hope to get published. I also want to get back to meeting my fellow authors in person again, as I’ve really missed that interaction.

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?
Hmm. How about, the real life movie star who features in this book, really did the job referred to. Plus, the bomber base featured is only about six miles from where I live!

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, M W Arnold.

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #QandAs : Carrying Clover – Lorey Durston @DurstonLorey

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Today I’m on the ‘Carrying Clover’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Lorey Durston is an author of thriller and suspense novels.
CARRYING CLOVER is her debut novel.
She is currently working on her next suspense novel to be released late 2021.

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Synopsis :

51BcoHijFOLNewly single Camille Robins luck is about to change as she embarks on a new chapter of her life, moving to the city near her best friend, Lizzie.
A chance meeting at Lou’s B&B, Camille meets George, a handsome man who sweeps her off her feet.
Can Lizzie forgive Camille for stealing her previous boyfriend, or will she seek revenge?
Camille can’t believe her luck! George can’t believe how perfect she is….
Was it a fate romance, or part of an evil plan?
A fresh new twist on a psychological thriller, fast-paced, clever, and thought provoking that will make you question who is the lucky one.
Luck, love, deceit, and heartbreak will keep you turning the page. And a breathtaking twist you won’t see coming, will stay with you long after you have finished reading.

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂
Firstly thank-you for choosing and taking the time to review our book and ask us these questions. We have co-written this book, (Gemma) Lorey and (Sarah) Durston. Unfortunately, Gemma is unavailable for these questions, so I (Sarah) will be answering on behalf of both of us.

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Gemma and I (Sarah) are best friends who literally live at the bottom of the bottom of each other’s gardens. I am a single mother to 3 children, and Gemma is married to Adam and has 2 sons Max and Zak. Devastatingly last year Gemma and Adam lost their eldest son Max at the age of 12. After an awful time for Gemma and the Covid lock down in place we decided to complete a tick on our bucket list and help Gemma get through a tough time by writing our first ever book. We never imagined becoming authors or publishing the book but thought ‘fuck it why not life is too short.’

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
I absolutely loved as a teenager – Forever by Judy Bloom. It reignited my passion for reading and was a great light-hearted insight to love and sex which any giggly girl would love as a curious 14-year-old. It’s the only book I’ve read more than once too.

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
I think we would both say Chris Carter, so curious as to how that man’s mind ticks and how he comes up with such gruesome plots, as we love them!!

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
It would be Paddington bear – I know what he likes to eat, and I can make marmalade sandwiches!!

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
Gemma will probably kill me, but she does this weird tutting/huffing noise when she is concentrating, her husband Adam always takes the mickey out of her for doing it. I however don’t have any.

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
For Carrying Clover, we were walking along a canal and saw this quirky cottage and it just clicked – this would be a perfect setting in a book, and we went from there and after brainstorming it just all fell into place.
Yes, some people should be worried, especially if any of the victims in our books portray them. I never thought I was even capable of some of the ideas that have entered my head and Gemma’s ideas are just pure evil.

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
We are primarily plotters but as the book develops, we can sometimes go with the flow if it leads us in a better direction.

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
Just do it, life is too short – what’s the worst that can happen?
Join some groups on Facebook a lot of authors/writing groups are full of helpful people who can help you with the process.
Don’t be prey to vanity publisher’s if you go down the route of finding a publisher.
Don’t fear self-publishing.
Do your research.
Enjoy it.

What are your future plans as an author?
We are currently working on our second novel. We are extremely excited about this one, I mean really really excited. When I read back chapters I get tingles throughout my body and gasp every time. We have learnt so much in our journey and have applied this to our next book.

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?

… The red harvest moon shines through the large warehouse window, casting a glow on the oversized brass clock as it ticks over to 20:45 p.m.
A vase of white lilies sits in the middle of the island, pollen dropping onto the clean white polished surface.
Silence.
An empty litre bottle of vodka lay on the wooden floor, next to it two empty boxes, a box of sleeping tablets and box of antidepressants. Many blister packs scattered around randomly.
Lizzie lies on the cold floor, the teddy cradling into her neck …

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Lorey Durston (Sarah).

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#BlogTour #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : The Spellworker – Victoria Lamb @VictoriaLamb1

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Today I’m on the ‘The Spellworker’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a some ‘basic’ information for you.

About the Author :

Historical and YA paranormal author of the RNA award-winning novel WITCHSTRUCK, Victoria Lamb is addicted to the supernatural, and on dark nights has been known to sneak out and howl at the moon. She also writes thrillers as Jane Holland, and other fiction as Betty Walker, Elizabeth Moss and Beth Good, among others. Victoria’s most recent novel is THE SPELLWORKER, first in a fab new YA epic fantasy series called THE BOOK OF TONGUES.

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Synopsis :

Princess Fiamma is the girl with the serpent tattoos, born to guard the Book of Tongues, a magical text nobody living knows how to read.
Raised in royal privilege, it’s a shock when the Citadel comes under attack and Fiamma is forced to flee in disguise with the Book of Tongues. Her only companion is Hurth, a handsome but surly soldier who doesn’t bother to hide his contempt for a ‘spoilt princess’.
A time when reading is forbidden, and books are dangerous
Fiamma may be spoilt but she knows her duty. She must not allow the Book to fall into the evil hands of the Spellworker, whose powerful magic can kill with a single word.
A perilous journey through occupied territories
Together, she and Hurth must search for a mysterious place where the Book has always been taken in times of danger. But worse than Hurth’s disdain and the hardships of the journey are her own deepest fears about the Book, which has started whispering to her in the night, teaching her how to read it …
Is the Book turning her into a Spellworker too?
As she faces her destiny, and learns the true meaning of the serpent tattoos she bears, Fiamma has to decide how far she’ll go to protect the Book’s secrets.
A compelling tale of Good versus Evil in a world where what you see is definitely not what you get.

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#PublicationDayPush #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #PromoPost : The Secrets of Latimer House – Jules Wake @Juleswake @0neMoreChapter_

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Today I’m on the ‘The Secrets of Latimer House’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have a some ‘basic’ information for you.

About the Author :

Jules WakeiJules Wake announced at the age of ten that she planned to be a writer. Along the way she was diverted by the glamorous world of PR and worked on many luxury and not so luxury brands. This proved fabulous training for writing novels as it provided her with the opportunity to hone her creative writing skills.
She writes best-selling warm-hearted romantic contemporary fiction for One More Chapter as Jules Wake and was shortlisted for Romantic Novel of the Year 2020 with The Spark.
Under her pen name Julie Caplin, she also writes the warm and witty Romantic Escapes series.
Between them, the two Js have written eighteen novels, The Secret of Latimer House being the latest.

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Synopsis :

51miIefEMxSIn the war against Hitler every secret counts…
Society heiress Evelyn Brooke-Edwards is a skilled interrogator – her beauty making her a non-threat in the eyes of the prisoners.
Farm girl Betty Connors may not be able to type as she claimed, but her crack analytical skills soon find her unearthing covert connections.
German ex-pat Judith Stern never expected to find herself listening in to German POW’s whispered conversations, but the Nazis took her father from her so she will do whatever it takes to help the Allies end this war.
Billeted together in the attic of Latimer House – a place where secrets abound – Evelyn, Betty and Judith soon form a bond of friendship that carries them through the war. Because nothing is stronger than women united.
Tucked away in the Buckinghamshire countryside, Latimer House, a grand country estate, stands proudly – a witness to some of greatest secrets of WW2.
Used by the SOE to hold Nazi prisoners of war, this stunning historical novel is inspired by the untold story of the secret listeners of ‘M Room’ who worked day and night to help the Allies win the war. A must-read for fans of Dinah Jefferies, Fiona Valpy, Elaine Everest, Jean Fullerton and Deborah Burrowes.

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#MiniBlogBlitz #RachelsRandomResources @rararesources / #Excerpt : Her Honourable Mercenary – Nicole Locke @NicoleLockeNews @HarlequinBooks @MillsandBoon

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Today I’m on the ‘Her Honourable Mercenary’ blogtour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

ocBgtkswNicole is the author of Harlequin/Mills and Boon Lovers and Legends Historical series. If she isn’t working on the next book, she can be reached at her website, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram!

Synopsis :

An innocent maiden
And a legendary warrior
When captured and held prisoner in an enemy castle, Margery of Lyon is guarded by brooding mercenary Evrart, who’s been commanded to watch her – day and night. Margery’s determination to escape brings her closer to Evrart, and the kind heart hidden beneath his granite-hard body. Now Margery is torn, fleeing under the portcullis will mean leaving behind the man she’s falling for…

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Excerpt :

Margery of Lyon is held captive by Ian of Warstone who has appointed a guard to watch her. The guard (the hero Evrart) is a quiet giant of man, and Margery is very short (think The Mountain from GOT and his wife). This is the moment when he’s first assigned to watch her, and they’re climbing the stairs to enter the room she’ll be imprisoned in. Though she is terrified for herself, Margery is very friendly, Evrart is as silent as a mountain and is used to be being terrified of him, not trying to chat him up.

She swallowed hard. ‘You’re very quiet.’
He said nothing.
She looked up…then up again. His arms were at his sides, his eyes steady, and all that stillness caused something to seethe within her. He was large, but then everyone was larger than her. It was how it had always been.
But being in this fortress, trapped and threatened by Ian of Warstone, wasn’t how it had always been. If only she could wave a sword or conduct her own threats.
The seething turned to roiling. If only she had some way to protect herself! Not just standing here staring out of a window, feeling waves of helplessness, as this man—this warrior, her guard—watched her tremble, heard her teeth chatter whilst he was constant stillness, relentless silence.
‘How will you guard me if you don’t speak?’ she asked.
His brow rose, and she swore she saw the corner of his lip twitch.
Maybe it was the terror, maybe it was because her reason had finally fled, but Margery laughed. It was a choked laugh. More strident than joyful. More sobbing than anything humorous.
And when his brows rose more and his eyes widened…when wariness that couldn’t just be wariness entered his eyes again…the noises she emitted came out harder, until tears sprang from her eyes and she had to brush them away.
She noticed the poor man hadn’t moved, but he seemed to be leaning back. Not with displeasure or cruelty. Not to smirk or laugh—though he should be because of her ridiculous question. But simply to stand there, a bit away from her. And whereas before she’d equated his silence with displeasure, his restraint with formidable trapping walls, now she saw it wasn’t. It truly wasn’t.
It was the way he blinked, and his careful movements as he straightened himself. He was disconcerting because for days she’d been plagued with violence and threats. For months…years…before that, she’d had Josse, Roul, the mercenaries who’d leered and calculated.
When her hood had fallen, he hadn’t elbowed the man next to him. He’d simply looked at her as he looked at her now. Like…a person. And maybe it wasn’t wise, maybe she was wrong, maybe she truly had lost her reason, but she didn’t care that he was quiet. It didn’t mean she had to be.
Resting her hand on his forearm, she said, ‘Don’t mind me—truly. I am harmless. Well, maybe not completely, but I’m not likely to cause any permanent wounding.’
Patting his arm before releasing her touch, she brushed her hands down her skirts, gathered herself, and gave him as reassuring a smile as she could. He wasn’t like Ian or those other guards. Maybe he was like that man with the bloodied apron—the butcher who’d had a happy smile. Maybe they could start again.
Maybe they couldn’t.
His eyes were the size of the moon and his hand gripped his forearm where… She was right. His hand was gripping his arm, right where she’d touched him. His knuckles were white.
With anger?
Was he injured and she’d inadvertently harmed him?
‘Oh!’ she said. ‘Did I hurt you?’
He said nothing, but his eyes grew intent. She felt terrible.
She grabbed his fingers to pull his hand away. ‘Here, let me see it.’
She didn’t know what she’d do, but there she’d been, laughing because she couldn’t harm him, and then she had. She was worried, terrified, but this man hadn’t done anything to her and here she was—
‘No,’ he said, and pulled his hand away from her.
All the while he kept his gaze on her. His hands were rough, his fingers felt thick, but his touch was inordinately gentle.
It was his voice, though, that made her shiver. Deep, gruff. Exactly the voice she’d expected from a man with shoulders that could protect her from a storm.
She held still. ‘Say something else.’
He stared at her so hard she thought he would see to the other side of her before that corner of his mouth quirked again. Was he trying to smile but couldn’t?
‘No,’ he repeated.
Something came over her. Something that wanted him to smile. What was wrong with her? She didn’t need to laugh with this man or ask if he was hurt. His hair might be wet as if was like everyone else who bathed, and he might look vaguely annoyed rather than cruel, but she needed to escape!
As if he’d guessed her thoughts, he abruptly let her hand free and pointed again.
Resolved to do what she must, she continued down the corridor. Before she closed the garderobe door, though, she said, ‘And you’ll stand out here? Then take me to that room and lock me in?’
When he crossed his arms, she answered herself.
‘Of course you will.’

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#BlogTour #ZooloosBookTours @zooloo2008 / #QandAs : Guilt (DI Nicki Hardcastle Series Book 1) #Guilt #DINickiHardcastle – Michelle Kidd @AuthorKidd #QuestionMarkPress @QuestionPress

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Today I’m on the ‘Guilt’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have a Q&As post, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

Michelle Kidd Author PhotoMichelle Kidd is a self-published author best known for the Detective Inspector Jack MacIntosh series of novels set in London. She has also recently begun a new series which is set in her home town of Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk – starring Detective Inspector Nicki Hardcastle.
Michelle qualified as a lawyer in the early 1990s and spent the best part of ten years practising civil and criminal litigation.
But the dream to write books was never far from her mind and in 2008 she began writing the manuscript that would become the first DI Jack MacIntosh novel – The Phoenix Project. The book took eighteen months to write, but spent the next eight years gathering dust underneath the bed.
In 2018 Michelle self-published The Phoenix Project and has not looked back since. There are currently four DI Jack MacIntosh novels, with a fifth in progress, and the first DI Nicki Hardcastle novel is due for release in August 2021.
Michelle now works full time for the NHS and lives in Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk. She enjoys reading, wine and cats – not necessarily in that order.

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Synopsis :

Guilt Book CoverIs a killer born…. or created?

A missing child.
A killer on the loose.
A past that refuses to die.

When a six-year-old boy disappears from a local fair, every parent’s worst nightmare is about to come true.
And for Detective Inspector Nicki Hardcastle, twenty-two years after her own nightmare began, the past she thought was buried starts catching up with her – and fast.
Leading the hunt for the missing child, Nicki soon finds the chase takes on a personal twist, with her own memories haunting her every move.
With time set against them, and a killer following his own chilling agenda, can Nicki and her team stop history from repeating itself?
Only time will tell.
But it’s time they don’t have.

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Q&A :

Hi

First of all thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions, I really appreciate it. Here we go! 🙂

Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
I was born in Cambridge but currently live in Bury St Edmunds. I work full-time for the NHS at my local hospital, although I originally qualifed as a lawyer in the early 1990s. I’ve always wanted to be an author, but it isn’t something that is usually on the options list when you talk to your careers adviser at school! I’ve always written – starting to write novels at about the age of twelve or thirteen – and I started out using my mum’s manual typewriter in the days before computers and laptops! Life then got in the way really, and I started out on a career in the law – but writing was never far from my mind. I wrote the manuscript that would turn out to be my first published novel ‘The Phoenix Project’ in 2008, but pushed it under my bed and forgot about it for the next ten years. I eventually self-published it in 2018.

Which books did/do you love to read as a child/now as a grown-up?
As a child I was always reading – my head was permantly in a book. I went through phases – I loved Enid Blyton (Famous Five, Mallory Towers, St Clare’s) as a young child, and then I moved on to reading anything that had a horse or pony on the cover! When I was around twelve I discovered Stephen King and I’ve loved his books ever since. He is still my go-to author now. He never fails to disappoint. As for now, the one set of books I can always read and read again are the Harry Potter books. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve read them, each time is like the first time. I think that’s the mark of a brilliant author!

Is there a writer whose brain you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
I think it would have to be Stephen King! I love his books and he seems to be able to write about just about anything. I grew up reading his horror books, but he also crosses over into crime and more psychological thrillers. He is such a fantastic storyteller, so I think I’d love to have a masterclass with him!

If you could, which fictional character (from your own book(s) or someone else’s) would you like to invite for tea and why?
I would invite Sherlock Holmes. I think he would be fascinating to talk to! The way his mind works to be able to solve all those tricky cases…..afternoon tea with him would certainly not be dull!

Do you have some rituals or habits whilst writing?
I write longhand so I usually settle down on my bed or in the garden (if it’s nice) with an A4 pad of paper and a pen! I have to have quiet, so no music or anything. Just a cat to sit on my legs and stop me moving!

Where do you come up with your idea(s)? Do people in your life need to be worried? 😉
Ideas pop into my head at all different times of day and night! I find I can’t think of anything if I purposefully sit down to plot a book. The best ideas come to me when I’m not really thinking about writing at all – usually in the gym, walking to work, washing up (!). I don’t consciously base my characters on people I know, but I bet some of their characteristics slip through without me knowing!

Are you a plotter or do you go with the flow, as a pantser?
I am definitely a plotter! I start with a general idea for a main storyline – then I write a selection of ‘scenes’ to write. I don’t write chonologically, so I can be writing a scene somewhere towards the end before I’ve even written the beginning. It sounds chaotic, and most probably is… but it works! Once I’ve written the selection of scenes I’ve plotted, I then have ideas as to more scenes that need writing….and so it goes on. At some point I then have to sit down and try and move them all into the correct order – which can be a bit of a headache!

Can you give novice writers some tips (do’s/don’ts)?
I would say the best thing to do is read lots and write lots! Read books by as many different authors as you can in the genre you’re interested in – both good and bad! And then just write! The first draft will never be great – just get the ideas down on paper. The polishing comes later… I have a lot of blanks in my first drafts where I leave a gap to be filled in later, most often with character names. I think character names are really important, as they really have to be a good fit for the story and conjour up the right image in the mind – so I often leave that until last.

What are your futureplans as an author?
I intend to continue writing as many books as I can! Working full-time does curtail my plans a little, but I aim to do one or two books every twelve months. The obvious overall plan would be to give up work and write full-time, but that’s a little way off at the moment!

Last, but not least : Can you give my readers one teaser from your book, which is featured here on my blog, please?

The room frightened him. It was dark and cold, and it smelt funny.
Lucas Jackson blinked back the tears that streamed from his eyes. His hands were still tied behind his back, so he couldn’t brush them away from his cheeks. Instead, they dripped from his chin onto his lap.
The man had been angry at him for wetting himself, and that had earned him the first slap to the face. He’d been forced to sit in the chair, in his wet underpants, all night; his ankles tied to the chair legs with rope. He’d seen the bed by the window, when the man had dragged him inside. But he was secretly quite glad he wasn’t made to lie in it – the mattress was dirty and the walls around the window above it were stained with a horrible, creeping mould.
Lucas shuddered. He hated the dark. At home, Mummy let him have his night light on to help him get to sleep. There was no such light in here. The window had thick wooden planks nailed across it, snuffing out any light from outside.
He didn’t know whether he’d slept at all in the night. He supposed he must have. His neck felt sore and his bottom was numb.
The man had put a smelly piece of cloth across his mouth when he’d tied him to the chair, muttering about how much noise he was making. Lucas didn’t know what else he was meant to do but cry. Why was the man being so nasty? He’d been fun at the fair. He’d made him laugh.
Lucas shuddered again. As his eyes flickered around the darkened room, he saw tangled cobwebs dangling from the ceiling, some of them right overhead. His pale skin shivered with goose bumps. He hated spiders. Almost as much as he hated the dark.

Isn’t that a great reason to pick up this book and to find out more?!
Thanks once again for this lovely interview, Michelle Kidd.

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P.S. Are you an author (or publisher) who also wants a FREE interview like this? You can always contact me via e-mail!