Tuesday, 31 March 2020

Release Day Review: Highland Sword by May McGoldrick

Highland Sword is the third novel in the Royal Highlander series and is standalone. I've not read either of the previous novels by the new to me author, May McGoldrick.

Morrigan Drummond is a feisty heroine, as wild as the Highlands she's escaped to after the death of her father. She's a match for any man she encounters, something barrister, Aiden Grant found out when he tried to confront her. The incident ended up with him covered in cuts and bruises and more importantly, a respect for the mystery woman.! Together they make a dynamic couple with a relationship foundation cemented in friendship. With dissimilar backgrounds, it's always satisfying when two people find each other especially when they have a common goal.

A slow burn, friends to lovers romance set in 19th Century Scotland, May McGoldrick has written a fascinating narrative full of historical detail. Due to the inclusion of so many facts and secondary plot threads, I found it difficult to keep track of every incident, within this fast-paced narrative. It wasn't always easy to keep remembering everything single incident along the way, but as the story unfolded, reflecting and recalling details became easier and in its conclusion, everything ties together perfectly. Set against the beauty of Northern Scotland, the author paints a lovely landscape of Inverness and the surrounding countryside.

I feel confident I've not lost out in any way by jumping into the Royal Highlander series at book 3 as the author introduced the secondary characters skilfully so they blended in perfectly well. As with any novel I've enjoyed within a series, I'm going to recommend reading the novels I've missed too especially as Isabella and Maisie are equally strong women and trailblazing role models of their time.

***arc generously received courtesy of St. Martin's Paperbacks via NetGalley***

From USA Today bestselling author May McGoldrick comes Highland Sword, the third book in the Royal Highlander series. 

Fleeing to the Highlands after her father’s murder, fiery Morrigan Drummond has a score to settle with Sir Rupert Burney, the English spymaster responsible for his death. Trained to fight alongside the other rebels determined to break Britain’s hold on Scotland, she swears to avenge her father’s death—until a chance encounter with a barrister as proud and principled as she is presents her with a hard choice…and a bittersweet temptation.

Aidan Grant has never encountered another woman like dangerous beauty Morrigan—and he has the bruises to prove it. Yet she could be the key to defending two innocent men, as well as striking a death blow to the reprehensible Burney. Convincing Morrigan to help him will take time, but Aidan is willing to wait if it means victory over corrupt government forces and freedom for his people…and Morrigan’s hand in marriage. Can two warriors committed to a cause stand down long enough to open their hearts to a love fierce enough to last…forever?

USA Today bestselling authors Nikoo and Jim wrote their first MAY MCGOLDRICK romance using historical figures that Jim researched while earning a PhD in sixteenth-century Scottish and English literature. Nikoo, a mechanical engineer, is a born storyteller. She is all about characters and feeling. Jim is about action and sense of place. Together, they have crafted over forty fast-paced, conflict-filled historical and contemporary novels and two works of nonfiction under the pseudonyms May McGoldrick and Jan Coffey.

Monday, 30 March 2020

New Release Spotlight & Extract: Mexico Street by Simone Buchholz

The latest in the critically acclaimed Chastity Riley series

by Simone Buchholz
translated by Rachel Ward

‘If Philip Marlowe and Bernie Gunther had a literary love child, it might just explain Chastity Riley - Simone Buchholz’s tough, acerbic, utterly engaging central character’ William Ryan, author of House of Ghosts.


‘This is a punk-rock album translated into a hard-bitten tale of low-life scum and a lone officer. Fierce enough to stab the heart’ Spectator on Blue Night

‘Lyrical and pithy’ The Sunday Times Crime Club on Blue Night

‘Simone Buchholz writes with real authority and a pungent, noir-is sense of time and space …
a palpable hit ’ Barry Forshaw, Financial Times

Hamburg state prosecutor Chastity Riley investigates a series of arson attacks on cars across the city, which leads her to a startling and life-threatening discovery involving criminal gangs and a very illicit love story…

Night after night, cars are set alight across the German city of Hamburg, with no obvious pattern, no explanation and no suspect.

Until, one night, on Mexico Street, a ghetto of high-rise blocks in the north of the city, a Fiat is torched. Only this car isn’t empty. The body of Nouri Saroukhan – prodigal son of the Bremen clan – is soon discovered, and the case becomes a homicide.

Public prosecutor Chastity Riley is handed the investigation, which takes her deep into a criminal underground that snakes beneath the whole of Germany. And as details of Nouri’s background, including an illicit relationship with the mysterious Aliza, emerge, it becomes clear that these are not random attacks, and there are more on the cards…


Stepanovic has organised a large, bright office for us on an upper floor, immediately between his colleagues from the SCO and the organised-crime squad. The light that comes in from outside is almost dazzling; a North German morning in early summer can sometimes have a hint of Scandinavia about it. The four of us sit around a large table, Rocktäschel and Lindner, Stepanovic and me.

You were the first on the scene,’ he says to the two younger guys. ‘I want you on the team. And,’ with a glance at Rocktäschel, ‘I need you too, for Bremen. You must know your way around there pretty well, huh?’

Rocktäschel nods cautiously; something about the business seems to unsettle him.

Stepanovic writes our names on a sheet of paper and rests his right hand on my forearm, but only very briefly.

Have you spoken to the attorney general’s office to see if you’re staying on the case?’

I have,’ I say. ‘I am.’

He nods, leans back and looks at me. ‘Which of the murder guys shall we bring in?’

Are we sure that it was a murder?’ asks Lindner, chewing on a pencil and looking clever-clever. Someone must have told him that it’s vital always to chew on a pencil if you want to be listened to.

Hello?’ says Rocktäschel, looking at his partner as if he’s had about enough already. ‘Someone had clearly locked the car, the key’s not there, Saroukhan didn’t have his phone on him – whoever set fire to the vehicle was at least prepared for the chance that the bloke inside it would die. It’s manslaughter at least, with a generous helping of malicious intent on the side. And I was on the phone to the hospital a couple of minutes ago, so, let me spell it out for you: Nouri Saroukhan was fit and healthy and had been stabilised to the point that he really ought to have survived the smoke inhalation. Something must have weakened his body prior to that. And if he’d been conscious when the car started to burn, he’d have got out. If he was only drunk and too soundly asleep, it wasn’t murder. But if somebody put something in his drink or whatever, because he wanted to make sure that Saroukhan wouldn’t make it out of the car, then it all starts to look a bit different. The body’s with the coroner.’

He presses his lips together and gives his colleague a dirty look.

Lindner takes the pencil out of his mouth.

Stepanovic takes a deep breath and starts again: ‘Which of the murder guys shall we bring in?’

I reckon we ought to start by establishing whether it’s really such a good idea to have Rocktäschel and Lindner working together, but, hey, I’m not the one putting the squad together, so don’t mind me, suit yourselves, boys. Don’t come crying to me if there’s trouble.
My choice would be Calabretta and his team,’ I say, ‘or else whoever’s on call right now.’
Will you ring Calabretta for me, then?’ asks Stepanovic. ‘I’d be happy to have him on board.’ He writes the names Calabretta, Schulle, Brückner and Stanislawski on the piece of paper in front of him.

Will do,’ I say, roll my chair over to the corner and pull my phone out of my coat pocket. Out of the window, the early May sun is shining on the rooftops of the city.

It almost makes me dizzy.

Calabretta’s rather surprised when I tell him what it’s about, because I haven’t been in charge of a murder enquiry for ages. I tell him that it’s more him who’s in charge and that we’re starting off by seeing what the hell is going on. He says that he and his guys will be with us in five minutes.

When I hang up, Rocktäschel’s grabbed a thick blue pen and written the name Nouri Saroukhan on the large whiteboard on the wall at the head of the table.

We still need someone from OC, don’t we?’ he says.

I’ll do for organised crime for the moment,’ says Stepanovic, ‘that’s close enough. What we do still need, though, is a line to Bremen.’ He stands up, grabs his leather jacket, his cigarettes and his phone. ‘I’m popping out. I’ll make some calls.’

OK,’ I say, ‘so I’ll bring the murder guys up to speed in a moment. Rocktäschel, we need the photos from the crime scene. Is there anything on the system yet?’

He puts the pen away and sits down at one of the two computers. ‘I’ll get right on it.’

What shall I do?’ asks Lindner.

I look at him and immediately feel so tired that I could drop off on the spot.


Somebody ought to get hold of a coffee machine for us.’

If we had a decent director, something would fall from the ceiling with an almighty bang about now.

Simone Buchholz was born in Hanau in 1972. At university, she studied Philosophy and Literature, worked as a waitress and a columnist, and trained to be a journalist at the prestigious Henri-Nannen-School in Hamburg. In 2016, Simone Buchholz was awarded the Crime Cologne Award as well as runner-up in the German Crime Fiction Prize for Blue Night, which was number one on the KrimiZEIT Best of Crime List for months. She lives in Sankt Pauli, in the heart of Hamburg, with her husband and son.

Saturday, 28 March 2020

New Release Spotlight & Author Guest: One Last Shot Post by Stephen Anthony Brotherton, featuring an original, unpublished short story.

An original, unpublished short story by Stephen Anthony Brotherton, Author of the Shots trilogy.
A Day in the Life of a Head Fairy’
Ah, you’ve arrived. I was wondering when you’d get here. His Lordship’s on the phone. Have a listen.
Of course I love you.’
‘Tonight. I’m not sure.’
‘Okay, give me a call when you’re ready.’
I know what that’s about. She wants a lift back from the nightclub, wants us parked up outside, him panting like a faithful hound. And then he’ll drive to their country lane, get in the back of the car and claim his kiss and fumble reward. His candy time. I’m serious. That’s what he calls it. Give me a second. I just need to whisper a couple of one liners.
Tell her you’re busy…Get a life…Hang up.’
He never listens, but I can’t ignore it. It’s not all tinsel and wings in this job. They like you to earn your keep. Hang on a minute. He’s by the mirror now, putting on his designer suit and a splash of Kouros. I’ll give him a few more prods.
Stick your jeans and sweatshirt on…She won’t care as long as you’ve got the car...You’re already on a promise.’
That last one made him think. I might use that again. It’s all a bit trial and error this fairy game and I’m still on probation, still learning the ropes. Fair enough. We’ve all got to start somewhere and it’s not as though there’s a rule book. It all depends on your host and my man’s riddled to his core with love. It’s sweet, all nice and cosy for a while until it turns on you. And that’s when you need me. It’s not easy. It’s me versus the deadliest virus known to the human race and the only weapon they’ve given me is a few seed of doubt bombs. You know the sort of thing: What ifs? What abouts? It’s all garbage, but it’s amazing what happens when those babies get planted inside your head.
Oh good. You’re back. I’m down here on the driver’s seat. It was all getting a bit grunt, grind and groan back there. I had to get out of his head for a break. I bet you’re wondering why the back of a car. Simple answer, they still live with their parents. Kids, just turned eighteen. Young love, the most virulent strain of the disease. Mind you, sometimes it gets worse with age.
Something different happened tonight. We pulled up outside the club. She was waiting. They did their usual kiss and reach-for-the-bucket hello:
I love you.’
I love you too.’
I love you more.’
I settled back and waited for him to pull away, but she reached across and put her hand on his knee. ‘There’s something I need to tell you,’ she said.
Well, that woke me up. The big kiss off. It was finally going to happen. I whispered a ‘she’s dumping you’ message for good measure. But this is what she said: ‘I want you to come with me to the club. I want us to be a proper couple.’
Now, don’t judge me, but I might have given you the wrong impression. You see, my man’s not exactly Mr Sociable. He goes through the motions, offers to do lots of things, but he doesn’t expect her to say yes. I’d have bet my pension he wouldn’t agree, but then, and this is really irritating, he smiled his bubble-gum smile, the one that always disengages his brain, and said, ‘I’ll try. I miss you.’
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
I pitched a What are you doing?’ at him, but, to be honest, my heart wasn’t in it and it was pretty obvious I couldn’t compete with her strawberry lip gloss and white musk perfume. I’ll bide my time, though, wait until he’s in the club, wait until he’s doing his gangly, dad dancing…
Oh, my God, there’s a girl sitting in the passenger seat. Dewy, almond eyes, drawing me in like a magnet.
Who are you?’
I’m Becky, madam’s head fairy.’
She’s looking up at me, her red hair cascading down her back.
Who are you talking to?’
This isn’t fair. I’m over all that. I’ll take a deep breath, try to dampen down the hammer of my pulse. Can you hear it? I’m sure she can hear it.

One Last Shot by Stephen Anthony Brotherton

One Last Shot concludes the trilogy of Freddie and Jo-Jo, which has moved through time in a series of flashbacks, showing how the couple fell in love as teenagers, why they drifted apart, what happened in their lives away from each other, and what happens when they meet up again over three decades later. At the end of the second book, An Extra Shot, Jo-Jo tells Freddie about her dark secret. Confused, vulnerable and in a state of shock, he says he needs time to think about what to do next. Jo-Jo’s right to be worried. Freddie doesn’t react well...

I was born in Walsall, grew up in the West Midlands and now live in Telford with my two cats, Boris and Tai.

After working in the health and social care sector for over thirty years, I have now written the trilogy that has been rooted in my head for most of my life.

The Shots trilogy is based on a first love relationship I had as a teenager. It tells the story of Freddie and Jo-Jo, who are reunited in a coffee shop three decades after the end of their teenage romance. How they originally met, why they parted, what happens in their lives apart, and what happens when they reunite is all told through a series of first person vignettes.

Getting these stories down on paper has been a cathartic process. I hope you enjoy them.

Twitter @FreddieJoJo1

Friday, 27 March 2020

Book Blog Tour Promo: Point Of No Return by Tanya Jean Russell

Point of No Return by Tanya Jean Russell

Jake Williams has been undercover as a captain at Great Britain Air for months and he's beyond frustrated. Tasked with finding the airline insiders who are smuggling chemical weapons into the country, he's getting nowhere fast.

Bree Phillips has spent her whole life wanting to travel and experience life outside of the small village she grew up in, but her family needed her. Now, years later than planned, she is finally joining her best friend to work for Great Britain Air, and her adventure is beginning.

Jake knows he is better off alone, it keeps him sharp and focused, but despite his efforts to keep Bree at a distance, she is drawn further and further into his world. Both have to ask themselves whether some risks are worth taking.

Tanya Jean lives in England with her award winning performer husband, Fisher Stevens, and their two teenage boys.
She has always loved (been obsessive about) books, and has an embarrassingly huge and ever growing pile of things that she just 'has' to read, next to her bed. 
The Cabin Crew Series, Broken Trust & Point of No Return, allowed her to combine her love of writing with her experiences of working in the airline world.
She squeezes her writing (daydreaming...) around her family and her day job , and is convinced that chocolate & diet coke should be considered a well-balanced diet.  
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Thursday, 26 March 2020

New Release Spotlight with An Exclusive Extract: The Walls We Build by Jules Hayes

The Walls We Build by Jules Hayes

Three friends … 
Growing up together around Winston Churchill’s estate in Westerham, Kent, Frank, Florence and Hilda are inseparable. But as WW2 casts its menacing shadow, friendships between the three grow complex, and Frank – now employed as Churchill’s bricklayer – makes choices that will haunt him beyond the grave, impacting his grandson’s life too.
Two Secrets …
Shortly after Frank's death in 2002 Florence writes to Richard, Frank’s grandson, hinting at the darkness hidden within his family. On investigation, disturbing secrets come to light, including a pivotal encounter between Frank and Churchill during the war and the existence of a mysterious relative in a psychiatric hospital.
One Hidden Life … 
How much more does Florence dare reveal about Frank – and herself – and is Richard ready to hear?
Set against the stunning backdrop of Chartwell, Churchill’s country home, comes a tragic story of misguided honour, thwarted love and redemption, reverberating through three generations and nine decades.

For readers of Kate Morton, Rachel Hore, Katherine Webb, Lucinda Riley and Juliet West.

Passion, intrigue and family secrets drive this complex wartime relationship drama. A page turner. I loved it.” #1 bestselling author, Nicola May

Amazon UK           Amazon US           Waterstones 

It’s early September 1940 in London at the beginning of the Blitz, this extract is told from Florence’s viewpoint. She hasn’t seen Frank for several years and is meeting him in a London café. Frank has been in hospital since his rescue in the Dunkirk campaign.
Florence arrived at the café just off Oxford Street at midday. She ordered herself a cup of tea and a scone, and waited at a table by the window.
She saw Frank before he saw her. He crossed the street, looking utterly out of place amongst the city bustle and even from where she was sitting, she saw his look of concern directed at the sandbags; she also saw how he’d grown prematurely old. The grey at his temples striking, lines like furrows on his once smooth forehead, his six-foot frame hunched in the light military coat he wore, wrapped tightly around his body, as if crumpling up against the elements.
The sun was high in a crystal-clear London sky. It was touching eighty degrees in the shade.
Frank’s face glowed as he caught sight of Florence through the window. A heat of expectancy rose in her too. Nostalgia and a sense of homesickness for Westerham plunged through her, as did the memory of the fledgling love for a man who didn’t belong to her. But then, an image of Anna in an asylum dug into her mind. Perhaps Frank had changed as much inside as he had on the outside. Perhaps she didn’t know him anymore.
He swung open the café’s heavy wooden door allowing a burst of heat and noise into the small space. The bombs had abated for the last eighteen hours leaving the population of London not at all quiet, if anything enlivened. War had brought chaos and madness and grief to the capital city but also a consistent stoicism, leaving behind forever the capriciousness of the previous decade. In London Florence felt more encased within the humanity of her fellow human beings than she’d ever experienced within her own village. She met London in its darkest moments, became infatuated with the city as she imagined she could be with a mysterious, dangerous, or even forbidden, lover.
Flo, you look wonderful,’ Frank said, standing next to her chair in full army uniform. His face cracked into a hint of a smile. Good to see him. So good. She made to stand. He placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘No, don’t get up.’ He stared into her face. ‘You really do look great. War suits you, Flo.’
I wouldn’t say that. But getting away from Westerham does.
I thought you loved it at Chartwell?’
I did.’
This war’ll last longer than the Great War, you know. You’ll be away from home longer than you think.’
The unforgiving sun pouring through the window did him no favours and guilt passed through her at her own enjoyment of Europe’s conflict. Frank was part of the war proper.
Sit down, Frank.’ She pointed to the chair. So good to see him.
She asked the waitress to bring two more cups of tea and two more scones. Frank looked as if he needed fattening up. They said nothing, only looked at each other whilst they waited.
The waitress placed the scones on the table, scrutinising Frank and his uniform. He seemed oblivious. Florence watched him too, seeing what the waitress saw. A good-looking bloke returned from fighting.
This is on the house, for our soldier here,’ the waitress said, bending forward a little, getting closer to Frank, checking his ring finger. He’d never worn a wedding ring. ‘My brother’s been drafted. He’s in East Africa.’ Her face opened up just talking about her brother. ‘I didn’t even know where Africa was until I looked it up in a book. He’ll be all right though, won’t he? I mean you are, cos you’re here.’
Frank hadn’t looked at the waitress once, not directly. She was a very pretty girl and Florence guessed she’d have a lot of admirers. Frank didn’t appear to notice.
He answered but was looking at Florence. ‘What regiment’s he with?’
First Battalion Essex, Artillery.’
Finally he caught the waitress’s eye. ‘Your brother’ll be fine. Probably safer there than it is in London at the moment.
You think so?’
He smiled. ‘I really do.’
If you want more tea and the last few scones, let me know. On the house.’ The extra wiggle she displayed as she walked away wasn’t for Florence’s benefit.
Frank had long since stopped looking at the girl.
Despite the melancholic expression Frank carried there was no question about his attractiveness. But he was married, and married to Hilda, although Florence conceded it wasn’t as if she was reluctant to get involved with men before marriage; oh no, absolutely not. In her late twenties Florence was not a virgin and when she allowed herself to remember who she’d had that very first unsatisfactory fumble with, the heat of mild shame bit through her; shame only because the whole experience had been so cold. Her dalliance with William Barnes had been before Jem had walked down the aisle with him, so she didn’t feel any guilt about sleeping with a married man. It had though, been a mistake.
Frank had fallen quiet. Florence’s stomach tightened as she took in the leanness of his body, the thickness of his hair, the way his violet eyes slanted when he smiled. ‘I’m so relieved you got home alive,’ she said. ‘I would’ve been distraught… you know, if it’d turned out differently. It doesn’t bear thinking about.’ From the corner of her eye she spotted the waitress studying them.

Jules Hayes lives in Berkshire with her husband, daughter and a dog. She has a degree in modern history and holds a particular interest in events and characters from the early 20th century. As a former physiotherapist and trainer – old habits die hard – when not writing Jules likes to run. She also loves to watch films, read good novels and is a voracious consumer of non-fiction too, particularly biographies.

Jules is currently working on her second historical novel, another dual timeline story.

Jules also writes contemporary thriller and speculative fiction as JA Corrigan.

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Wednesday, 25 March 2020

Cover Reveal: Another Us by Kirsten Hesketh

Another Us
By Kirsten Hesketh
Publication date, 14th May 2020

What if Emma isn’t the person she thought she was?
Her younger son has just been diagnosed with autism.

She’s accidentally quit her job.

The marriage she was dedicated to suddenly seems like a sham.

She’s pretty sure that she is going to have an affair with a hot new dad at the school.

The only thing that stays the same is everyone else. Emma realises it’s not them – it’s her. But if she’s not who she thought she was, can her old life fit in with the new Emma?

Compassionate, funny and poignant, Another Us is perfect for fans of Marian Keyes and Fiona Gibson.

Monday, 23 March 2020

New Release Spotlight & Review: The New Guy by Kathryn Freeman

The New Guy by Kathryn Freeman

Sam Huxton doesn’t do one-night stands, especially not with men she’s just met! But the hot guy at the bar was hard to resist and their one night together is one she’ll never forget.
But one night is all they share – no names, no numbers, just some much needed fun…
Until the same guy walks into Sam’s life the next day as her new employee.  Sam never mixes business with pleasure and makes it clear an office fling with Ryan is off-limits.  But after-hours…one thing can lead to another. Can Sam trust her heart and her business with the new guy?

Amazon UK          Amazon US

A rom-com with a one-night stand and new employee! It's my introduction to a new for me author too

Sam Huxton has a shock when she returns to her office and meets the new guy, Ryan Black. Employed on her behalf by a trusted employee and friend, his job is to fix a problem within a new phone app they're developing at her company Privacy Solutions. Therefore it's a shock for everyone when they realise Sam had a one-night stand during her time away and it was with the new guy! It's awkward, but they agree to keep their distance from each other. That's until they can't bear to be apart.

What lacked for me is Sam's ability to come across as a convincing CEO at Privacy Solutions. I can understand her wanting to build a company with an enticing working environment, but the fact she's too close and friendly with all the staff took away the edge she should have had when making tough decisions. I liked Ryan Black because he's an underdog, looking to improve his current situation. He's flawed, but has good intentions… if only he could keep his temper under control. As a pair, the protagonists are mismatched but somehow manage to meander their way out of tricky situations. There's plenty to humorous dialogue and sizzling chemistry but not enough to convince me they are the real deal.

The highlights are the exchanges between Ryan and Lucas Baker. They're two very different men but find a common link to forge a friendship built on trust and respect. You'd not ordinarily expect to find this pair within the same company so it's admirable they look past their differences and focus on what's important.

The story finishes with a happy ending for Sam and Ryan although, if this couple lived in the real world, I don't feel confident their relationship would last a lifetime.

Overall, it's a soundly written novel full of details and paced to keep a reader invested within the narrative. The story didn't hit the spot for me, however, I enjoyed Ms Freeman's writing style and will definitely pick up and read another of her novels.

***arc generously received courtesy of One More Chapter via NetGalley***

A former pharmacist, I’m now a medical writer who also writes romance. Some days a racing heart is a medical condition, others it’s the reaction to a hunky hero.
With a husband who asks every Valentine’s Day whether he has to buy a card (yes, he does), any romance is all in my head. Then again, his unstinting support of my career change proves love isn't always about hearts and flowers - and heroes come in many disguises.