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Friday, 22 May 2020

New Release Spotlight & Author Guest Post: An Implacable Woman by K.T. Findlay



An Implacable Woman by K.T. Findlay


(K.T. Findlay – An Implacable Woman)

It’s amazing how quickly we get used to things these days. A new app comes out for our phones and within an incredibly short time we either discard it or start treating it like part of the landscape. In fact the smart phone itself is now so ubiquitous, it’s hard to believe that it’s been around for just a decade and a half.
Much to the amusement of my friends, I’m always a little cautious about whacking a new app onto my phone. I tend do my research, checking out the history of the company selling it, and noting what history of my own it plans on keeping. This provokes wry smiles and not a few jokes at my expense, but I’ve always found mobile phone apps to be a bit like eating delicious food in a dodgy restaurant. You never know which bit of deliciousness is going to end up biting you back!
I am however, completely in favour of the GPS range of apps, specifically Google maps and Apple maps. Well, at least now that Apple maps doesn’t bite you anymore... See what I mean? Do we even remember now how bad Apple Maps was when it first came out? We’ll come back to this in a bit.
My enthusiasm comes from a 2005 visit to Dallas Texas, before the smart phone exploded onto the scene. It was my first visit to the US where I was going to have to drive myself. The conference was being held in Plano, north of Dallas, and I’d been told that there weren’t a whole lot of cabs up there, so I was ordered to get myself a car. No problem I thought. I like driving. This is going to be fun!
The first shock was having to take a twenty minute bus ride to the car hire place and finding myself still on the airport. The second was being handed a single sheet of Letter sized paper. That was my map. All of it. And Dallas Fort Worth is seventy miles across…
My company was too cheap to hire me a GPS, I couldn’t afford one myself, and there were no other maps for sale in the centre, so that one sheet of paper would have to do. Fortunately the hotel was on Preston Road, one of the major thoroughfares. All I had to do was stay on the freeway until the signs said exit for Preston and then head north.
My plan was scuppered as soon as I tried to leave the airport. I didn’t even make it to the freeway before I got lost, driving around the airport perimeter roads until I found a gas station. They kindly sold me a proper book of maps, of the kind a sane hire car company would have provided in the first place, and pointed me back in the general direction of the freeway where I reverted to my original plan, having confirmed its worth with my new maps.
The problem was that I had absolutely no appreciation at that point of just how vast Dallas Fort Worth really was, and here I was hammering down the freeway at eleven at night, in heavy rain, sitting on the wrong side of the car, driving on the wrong side of the road, in a country with different road rules, and not having slept for a day and a half. So after a while, a long while, and having driven what seemed to be a very long way, I began to think I must have missed the exit. But you can’t stop on a freeway, and you sure shouldn’t be reading a map and driving, so eventually, very reluctantly, I got off the freeway to check where I was.
I was still miles before my planned exit, and with no idea whatsoever as how to get back onto the freeway. Still, if I headed east through the never ending maze of streets I should hit Preston, and eventually, eventually, I did.
Job done.
Happy days.
Just a cruise now, and I’d soon be tucked up in a nice comfy bed.
Hah! Wrong on both counts.
I stopped to check my position.
Oh good… My hotel isn’t on the map. At all. Both my one sheet and my book of maps stop south of the hotel…
Terrific… Once more into the breech dear friends…
I did eventually get there, having covered the twenty six mile distance in about two hours.
After that experience, the arrival of Google Maps on a mobile phone was about as welcome to me as the plumber who comes to unblock your toilet. The initial incarnation of Apple Maps on the other hand, was as welcome as the guest who blocked it in the first place.
I keep them both of course, in case my destination turns out to be just off the map…


If a tooth costs a tooth and an eye costs an eye
When a man hits his wife, then it’s his turn to die
Furious that the courts and police can’t prevent respected surgeon John Kirby from beating his wife, Sally Mellors steps in to save her. Permanently…
But Grace Kirby isn’t the only one who needs saving and Sally quickly discovers she’s taken on a much bigger job than she’d thought.
With her unique ability to blend justice with fun, Sally sets joyfully about the business of removing the monsters from women’s lives, but is she in danger of becoming a monster herself?
As her friends in the police get ever closer, Sally has some serious questions of her own to answer.


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K.T. Findlay lives on a small farm where he dovetails his writing with fighting the blackberry and convincing the quadbike that killing its rider isn’t a vital part of its job description.


Webpage : www.ktfindlay.com


Monday, 27 April 2020

Book Spotlight & Author Guest Post: A Thoughtful Woman by K.T. Findlay



(K.T. Findlay – A Thoughtful Woman)

Culture’s an interesting thing. It can show up in the most unexpected ways.
Some years ago I had the pleasure of visiting a rather beautiful area of Atlanta called Buckhead. I’d visited downtown Cincinnati the year before, but otherwise, this was my first visit to mainland USA and everything was new to me. I remember my astonishment at seeing white butter for the first time, and wondering if it had been manufactured in a factory somewhere and someone had forgotten to add the yellow dye.
Then it was a quick cab ride to the office, one of the few high rises at the time and that was a revelation too. Buckhead is made up of nice homes set on large sections, all settled into a lot of trees. From ground level it looks like a really pretty, leafy suburb. From several stories up it was completely different. You would have thought you were surrounded by forest because there were almost no houses or roads to be seen. It was just trees as far as you could see, with the odd high rise popping up here and there.
So when I had a day off, I went for a walk. Who wouldn’t want to go for a walk in the woods? Well, Americans, as it turned out. Or at least these particular local Americans.
I took a cab to a shopping centre a few miles from the hotel, and paid attention to the route and the way the roads were laid out, and I was pretty confident about finding my way home again. So I had an interesting time wandering around the mall, dazzled by the huge variety of stuff on offer, but confined myself to buying just a few things that would fit in my backpack.
Then it was time to head back to the hotel, and right away there was a problem. What do you walk on? No footpath.
“That’s odd.” I thought. But I assumed it was just something about the main road, so I danced my way through the traffic and headed for the quieter suburban streets between the mall and the hotel.
Well those quiet suburban streets were just made for walking. Gorgeous homes, beautiful sections, and always, those wonderful, glorious, shady trees. Happiness is. So a terrific walker’s paradise, except for just one thing. No footpaths. At all. Of any kind. I had to make my way via people’s lawns and walking on the road, hopping over low walls, and always keeping an ear out for traffic coming up behind, on the wrong side of the road of course!
I found it all fascinating, but nowhere near as fascinating as the doorman found me. When he spotted me walking in the far end of the hotel’s driveway, he literally ran out to greet me, dressed in all his gear, on a sweltering hot, muggy day.
‘What was the cab company you came in?’ he demanded. ‘They should never have dropped you off at the street. We’ll have them barred from the chain!’ He really was furious.
“‘No cab.” I explained. “I walked back from the mall. It’s not far. Only a few miles.”
His jaw dropped. “You walked? Seriously? All that way? But it’s miles!”
I shook my head. ‘Nah. It isn’t far really. Didn’t take me long at all, at least not once I gave up looking for the foothpaths.”
‘But we don’t have any footpaths around here.” he protested.
“I noticed.” I grinned in reply. “But it’ll be okay tomorrow.”
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“Because I’ll be going out again tomorrow. There’s some stuff at the mall I still want to buy, but I’ve got a good route now.”
“We can get you a car sir. It’s no trouble.”
“Thanks, but I’d rather walk.”
“No really sir. We’d much prefer that you take a car.”
“Why?” I asked.
He was silent for a moment, and seemed to be struggling to find the right words. In the end he plumped for honesty. “Because it doesn’t look very good, a guest walking out of the hotel.”
I compromised. “Well, okay. If it makes you feel any better, I can take a cab.”
His face brightened. “Thank you sir!”
I shook his hand. “No worries. And thanks for coming out to get me. I appreciate your concern. At least you won’t have to do it tomorrow when I come back.”
“Sir?” he queried. But he already knew the answer. I was going to be walking back.
As the elevator doors closed to take me up to my room, I glanced back at the main entrance. He was busy in earnest conversation with the two bellhops, who were also looking aghast in my general direction. There was just enough time to give them a wave before the doors closed.
It was a different world. For both of us.


A Thoughtful Woman by K.T. Findlay
Genre: Thriller / Dark Humour
Standalone first book in a series


Artist Sally Mellors has planned the perfect revenge, but with two secret agents on her tail, and her best friends running the police investigation, getting away with murder is going to be tricky...
Everybody loves Sally. She's a funny, generous, warm hearted friend, without a nasty bone in her body. 
Isn't she? 
Unknown to her friends, Sally's discovered another side to herself, cool headed and relentless, as she hunts down the three men who killed her husband. 
But Sally's not the only one with an interest in the trio. Unknown to her, two agents have arrived in town, urgently hunting a missing man and his diary, which could blow their organisation apart. Their best leads are the very men that Sally's hunting, and she's getting in the way…


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K.T. Findlay lives on a small farm where he dovetails his writing with fighting the blackberry and convincing the quadbike that killing its rider isn’t a vital part of its job description.


Webpage : www.ktfindlay.com