Wednesday, 30 September 2015

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Taking on Water
By David Rawding
Genre: Mystery, Thriller

When James Morrow, a social worker, first meets Kevin Flynn, he suspects the teen is being abused. To learn more about Kevin’s home life, he gets to know the boy’s father, Tucker, who’s a lobsterman. James is able to put his suspicions to rest, and the two families begin to form a friendship.  

When a kid at the local recreation center dies of an overdose, Detective Maya Morrow adds the case to the long list related to the drug problem plaguing the small New Hampshire coastal town of Newborough. But her investigation gets her much too close to the dangerous players.

Both the Morrows and the Flynns are holding dark secrets, and when their lives collide, tragedy is inevitable.  

Author Bio

David Rawding has a BA in English from the University of New Hampshire and an MFA in fiction from Southern New Hampshire University. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and his short stories have been published in numerous literary journals and magazines.  

David spent three years as a fly-fishing guide in Alaska, worked several years at a non-profit for at-risk youth, was an online adjunct professor, and has a litany of other jobs in his wake. When he’s not writing, he enjoys traveling the world with a backpack and a fly rod.

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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I hadn't heard anything about this book or author until I agreed to read it for Red Adept Publishing, and agreed to be on the tour.

Having read what the book was about it seemed I had a good chance of settling down and enjoying it.

I need to say though, its on a slow burner for me at the start and didn't start picking up and get my full attention until half way into the book.

I am not much into boats, fishermen and lobster catching, but I have to say, I did learn a lot along the way, so I guess that was a bonus.

When this book took off for me I really threw through the pages as it was then starting to get very very interesting.

James is married to Maya. James is a Social worker who used to be 'hands on' working for the abuse children protection side of things, now he is on the telephones and works mostly in the office. We learn about James past as we read along which was surprisingly heart rending due to him going back in his mind and we see how the author actually showed us readers the experience he had when young.
I really felt for James.

Maya works as a Detective for the Police force. She is strong, hard and needs to be all what she needs to be when working among her peers. Only James gets to see her "soft" side.

James gets to meet a lad named Kevin. He notices he has bruises in places and is concerned about him. But when he gets to meet Kevin's father and mother, his suspicions change as they seem a lovely couple so James relaxes. As time goes on the two couples bond and spend time together.

Maya has a big job going down, she is on the case of a drug related crime.

This story goes to an unexpected turn of events that really enthrall you. You then get to grasp all the characters involved.

The author David Rawding has really pulled some great characters out of the bag, so believable and as for the fishing? Well, let me say that I even got used to that and the lobster catching. Learnt a lot about the sea Police and the nets.

Secrets. Secrets and lies. Doe they really stayed buried? And if they did, should they? And if they didn't, do you wish they had!

I loved reading this despite the slow start and take off for me.

So my thanks to the author and Red Adept Publishing, LLC plus Net Galley for my copy.

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Tuesday, 29 September 2015

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Title: The Submission Of Theodora
Author: Siobhan Daiko 
Genre: Erotic Romance 

It’s not every day a girl gets to meet the most powerful man in the world – but it’s not every girl that’s deemed useful. I’ve been deemed useful to the heir apparent to the Roman Emperor!
My skin prickles with awareness of him. 
His hips form a perfect V; his chest seems forged from iron. 
I long to touch him. 
I long to be possessed by him. 
I long to lose all sense of Theodora and be lost in Justinian. 
Crazy, impetuous, domineering Justinian. With each word he speaks, I drift deeper into the maelstrom of his mind.
They tell me he has unusual tastes. They tell me I must surrender to him. “But as a former courtesan  it’s usually been me in charge.”
But when his true plans for me reveal themselves, and the darkness in Justinian comes to the fore, he threatens my integrity… threatens my very spirit.
Will his darkness swallow me whole?
I’m about to find out.
Advisory: this novel contains vivid erotica, and some hard-core elements of BDSM, all consensual. 18+ only.

Release Date October 27

Siobhan Daiko is an author of romantic historical fiction and erotic romance. A lover of all things Italian, she lives in the Veneto region of northern Italy with her husband and two cats. After a life of romance and adventure in Hong Kong, Australia and the UK Siobhan now spends her time, when she isn’t writing, enjoying the dolce vita near Venice. The Submission of Theodora is her second book featuring famous courtesans of the past: strong women who held their own in a man’s world.

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Abandoned by his mother as a young boy and taken in by the elders of the Redwater clan, Tegan isn't your typical hero. In fact, if you ask him, he wouldn't call himself a hero at all.  Yet when he is asked to investigate the outcome of an attack on the nearby human villages, what he discovers invokes the rage of a thousand storms, and he finds himself on the run with a beautiful stranger.

Tegan may be half dragon, half human, but he's all heart.  If he doesn't stay focused on the mission at hand, he will find that the curvy woman he's determined to protect, could be on her way to stealing it.

On the run, they must fight their way to safety before time runs out. Tick, tock.

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Frustrated by a recent breakup, Risha escapes to the peace and tranquility of Mount Folknore, one of the most challenging to climb, and at the top of her bucket list of things to do. What better time to climb a mountain, and say goodbye to the world below than after a rough breakup? 

Except peace and tranquility isn't exactly what she finds when she meets up with not one, but two, wildly handsome strangers. She's heard the legends that talk of werewolves that live deep within the forest, but could those stories be true? If there’s one thing she’s certain of, it’s that Colt and Jericho are hiding a secret.  When a rainstorm destroys her camp, and she winds up fleeing to the shelter of a nearby cabin, she may uncover more than she bargained for. 

And every woman knows that there is no better place to be than in the arms of a sinfully possessive man... except perhaps, between two wolves.

About The Author

Catherine Vale has been writing fiction for as long as she can remember, but it wasn’t until she wrote her very first paranormal romance story that she found herself hooked on the raw, edgy love affair of shifters, vampires and other dominant alpha males and the captivating women that love them.

Catherine writes both contemporary and paranormal romance that always include powerful alpha males, smart and sassy heroines and a happily-ever-after (even if she often puts her characters through hell to get there!)
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THE STORM - spotlight

From Chapter 3 of The Storm, by Virginia Bergin

“Where are you going to go?” Saskia blurted, looking scared.
That’s what it was, and my brain wasn’t remotely ready for it, so I came out with the thing I’d been thinking for weeks (months? What date was it anyway?), the thing I’d told myself I’d do, but when it came down to it, I was too scared to go and do it.
“I’m gonna look for my dad,” I said, like it was obvious.
I watched her mouth tighten.
No, I thought, no. You don’t get to do that. Don’t you do that.
“Look, he came here,” I said, pointing at the wall where he had written.
RUBY—­WHERE ARE YOU? That’s what the message said. WE ARE GOING TO GET GRANDMA. STAY HERE! BACK SOON! LOVE DAD AND DAN. The smiley face after Dan’s name. The trail of kisses.
“That’s my stepbrother, see?” I told her, stroking Dan’s scrawled name. “That’s my stepbrother.”
Through Saskia’s eyes, I saw the trail of desperation that followed, the hundred and one explanations of where I had gone.
Her mouth—­it screwed up tighter.
Yeah, that’s right, I thought. Don’t you say that thing. Don’t you dare say ANYthing.
But then her mouth opened a little and I was worried she was going to say it, so I tried to say it for her—­or at least the version I could cope with.
“I mean, I know it’s…” I trailed off. I couldn’t say the words that probably ought to come after that, which would be: VERY, VERY UNLIKELY INDEED THAT MY DAD AND MY BROTHER WILL STILL BE ALIVE. “I’m just going to go and look,” I said.
“Where?” said Saskia quietly.
“Loads of places.”
On the kitchen table, my mom’s address book sat in its own special clear patch. I laid my hand on it. I picked up the piece of paper with the scrawled list I’d worked out weeks (months?) ago.
“These places,” I said.
Grandma’s, obviously. The aunts and the uncles and the cousins. That lady my mom called “Auntie” but wasn’t an aunt at all—­my dad had always liked her.
Though I couldn’t even think about why my dad wouldn’t have come back when he said he would, if he had gone anywhere else, these were the places he would have gone to. In my mind’s eye, I’d already been to these places and looked. I’d already seen the bodies and the empty houses. But it was all I had.
“Can I come too?” said Sask.
Coils of confusion tangled in my head. See, really, this whole conversation was…OK, it was what you’d call hypothetical. Don’t get me wrong, part of me would have searched to the very ends of the Earth for my dad, but part of me…kind of hoped that Saskia would know about a place we could go, just for now, from where I could set out on my epic quest…sometime when I wasn’t feeling quite so scared and so tired.
“What about the army base?” I blurted—­like, surely, whatever had gone on with her and the Spratt (which didn’t bear thinking about), her being back here in Dartbridge must mean she’d come to say it was OK and that the army could squeeze me in now, even though I was officially designated as “useless.”
“I had to leave.”
Huh?! But—­
“I’m not going back there.” She looked out the window. “I really haven’t got anywhere else to go, Ruby,” she said.
She glanced at me—­then she looked back out of the
window. Either that menthol was really kicking in or… Was Saskia Miller…crying?
“Let me come with you,” she said. “Please…”
Was Saskia Miller…pleading…WITH ME?
“Yeah, sure, you can come,” I said.
During an apocalypse-­type situation, it is very rude to say no to any reasonable request, even if it relates to what my grandma would have called a cockamamy plan (usually something my dad had suggested), and even if it comes from someone you’ve recently remembered you’re not that keen on.

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Monday, 28 September 2015

My Secret to Tell Spotlight

Title: My Secret to Tell
Author: Natalie D. Richards
Pubdate: October 6th, 2015
ISBN: 9781492615712

His smile is a crime.

Emerson May is “the good girl.” She’s the perfect daughter, the caring friend, the animal shelter volunteer. But when her best friend’s brother breaks into her room, his hands covered in blood, she doesn’t scream or call the cops. Because when Deacon smiles at her, Emmie doesn’t want to be good…

The whole town believes notorious troublemaker Deacon is guilty of assaulting his father. Only Emmie knows a secret that could set him free. But if she follows her heart, she could be trusting a killer…

You can’t always trust the boy next door.

After years as a professional paper-pusher, NATALIE D. RICHARDS decided to trade in reality for a life writing YA fiction. She lives in Ohio (Go Bucks!) with her husband, three children, and a ridiculously furry dog named Yeti. This is her second novel. Visit her on Twitter @natdrichards or at


This October Natalie D. Richards releases her latest YA thriller, MY SECRET TO TELL. To celebrate, Natalie is here for a quick Q&A and has brought an excerpt to share!

What was the inspiration behind MY SECRET TO TELL?

I’ve spent many, many vacations in Beaufort, North Carolina (Not South Carolina!  And if you wondered, Beaufort in North Carolina is BOH-FURT, not BYOO-FURT.) Beaufort is a magical place to be.  I had some story ideas kicking around set in Beaufort, but I only knew it as a tourist.  I didn’t know many locals well and I wanted to learn more.  When I went to visit for research, what I learned about the year-round Beaufort life really changed my angle.  It’s a very different way of living, being on the harbor like that, and in a tourist town, no less.  I’ve never met lovelier folks and they had some of the best stories.  I’m a bit spellbound by that little town, and that magic is why the book was born.

An Excerpt:
My name lands somewhere between a hiccup and a sob, and my feet stall out on the sidewalk in front of my house. I adjust my grip on the phone, hoping I misheard her tone. This doesn’t sound like Chelsea. This voice is breathless.
“I’m here,” I say. “What’s up? You don’t sound right.”
“I’m not.” She takes a shuddery breath.
My shirt’s sticking to my back and cicadas are click-buzzing the end of another blistering day, but I go cold. Something’s wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
“It’s my dad, Emmie,” she says. I can tell she’s crying.
I grab my chest. It’s too tight. Burning. “What happened?”
Her words all tumble out on top of one another, interrupted by shaky breaths. I try to pick out pieces that make sense. “He’s hurt—bleeding—we’re behind the ambulance and I can’t—he’s not—someone attacked him.”
I start climbing the porch steps, because she’ll need me. I’m her best friend, so I should be there. I need to change clothes and go. “You’re on the way to the hospital, right? They’ll help him there.”
Another sharp breath. “I don’t know if they can. He’s so bad. So bad.”
My heart clenches. “Where are you?”
“We’re almost there. Joel’s with me.”
“Okay, good. I’m coming,” I say, crossing my porch and hauling my front door open. “Let me just call Mom. I’ll borrow the car.”
Chelsea’s still crying when I storm down the hallway toward my bedroom.
“Emmie, I can’t find Deacon…”
“Your brother never answers his phone,” I say, pushing open my door. “I’ll run by the docks first and—”
“No. No, he was there. He was at the house.”
Chelsea makes a strangled sound, and I notice the liquid-thick heat in my bedroom. The kind of heat that tells me the air conditioner is broken. Or my window is open.
My gaze drags to my fluttering white curtains, to the dark smudge on the windowsill.
Chelsea’s voice goes low and raspy. “He ran, Emmie. God, he was there with Dad. He was in the house, but he ran.”
I swivel with an invisible fist lodged in my throat. My bathroom door is open, a red-black smudge beneath the knob.
My mouth goes dry, my pulse thumping slower than it should. Then I see the blood on the floor by my sink, and my heart tumbles end over end.
“We’re here. I’ll call soon,” Chelsea says and hangs up.
I see him, his back to my tub and his dark head bowed on one bent knee. Oh God.
He’s covered in blood. It’s on his legs, his hands. Dripping onto my white tile floor. He looks up, and my heart goes strangely steady.
I take a breath that tastes like purpose. “Deacon?”

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