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*CRIME Fiction Takeover* Moira Cormack @cormackmoira The Witch Of Land & Sea #Interview #Exclusive

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Every day we will have Authors from different genres answering my exclusive questionnaire.

Today on the blog, is

Moira Cormack ~ Crime Fiction Takeover Interview

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Which crime novel stayed with you long after you had finished?

  • Duplicate keys by Jane Smiley. It ousted In cold blood by Trueman Capitol which was some achievement.

If you had, to sum up, Edinburgh in four words, what would they be?

  • Eclectic, grand, creative and formal

Who is your favourite fictional crime character and why?

  • Jackson Brodie who appears in a few novels  by Kate Atkinson. He is a male detective in touch with his Feminine side.

What is your favourite part of Edinburgh and why?

  • The Grassmarket at the moment but I am fickle so it might change by the time you write this up.

If you could have dinner with four fictional crime characters who would they be?

  • Miss Marple, Jackson Brodie, Rebus and Salander. To see what she makes if them and they her.

About your own work, where do you find inspiration for your books?

  • My inspiration comes from my day to day life. If something stands out for me I write it now. I have a soft spot for images.

If your current book had a theme song what would it be?

  • Five beans by Rozi Plain

Write the scene of a crime for us, set in Edinburgh, one paragraph long. Include these three items ~ Banana, Greyfriars Bobby and The Wash Bar.

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Bobby hunched down at the gates to Greyfriars Church yard. He sniffed the air and he smelt of petrol fumes, damp ground and something else. Something elusive. He breathed in again but whatever it was burrowed away in his mind like an earthworm escaping back into the soil. Uncertain for a moment he snapped the end off his banana, monkey style, then took a bite letting the soft flesh squish against the roof of his mouth. When the time was right it would come to him but for now he must wait. 

Could you tell us about your current novel and how you got inspired to write it?

  • Bizarrely I can’t remember where the inspiration for my second novel has come from. I can only think of small snapshots of writing which have formed into a bigger picture in my head.

How can my readers connect with you?

Twitter ~ @cormackmoira

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Ruby is unhappy at home and excluded by the girls at school. She goes to the forbidden bay to be alone little knowing that she is walking into a trap set by the Witch. On land life is vibrant and strange and the Witch’s cottage appears to be welcoming but all is not what it seems.

Join Ruby on her adventure in this thrilling story.

Welcome to ‘The Witch of land and sea’ a book for anyone from age 8 to 108 or over.

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*CRIME Fiction Takeover Event* Nobody Gets Hurt @RJBaileyBooks #Interview

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Every day we will have Authors from different genres answering my exclusive questionnaire.

Today we have Mr & Mrs Bailey ~ AKA R J Bailey

RJ Bailey ~ Crime Fiction Takeover Interview

Which crime novel stayed with you long after you had finished?

  • It is characters rather than plots which tend to impress both of us. We agree that The Talented Mr Ripley stayed with both of us, wondering why we ended up rooting for a psychopath.

If you had, to sum up, Edinburgh in four words, what would they be?

  • Fun, friendly, foodie and (sadly) far away.

Who is your favourite fictional crime character and why?

  • Mrs Bailey nominated Kate Atkinson’s Jackson Brodie, because he is a believable, well-drawn, vulnerable character. Mr Bailey goes for Philip Kerr’s Bernie Gunther, who is like Chandler’s shop-soiled Galahad, albeit in a far more lethal environment.

What is your favourite part of Edinburgh and why?

  • Well every time we are in Edinburgh we seem to end up eating in Leith – last time at a great place called Norn (we had the set lunch – it’s not cheap otherwise), so it’s Leith for us (especially as we remember it before the likes of Martin Wishart pitched up).

If you could have dinner with four fictional crime characters who would they be?

  • John D MacDonald’s Travis McGhee, because we like the way he mixes a martini (must be Plymouth gin). Not quite crime maybe, but “Harry Palmer” (he doesn’t have a name in Len Deighton’s books) could help with the cooking, as could Robert B. Parker’s Spenser. I reckon Victoria Iphigenia Warshawski could hold her own with that lot.

About your own work, where do you find inspiration for your books?

  • A lot of them come from newspaper articles, often small, down-page stories. Also picking up on stories people tell us (see answer to Q. 10)

If your current book had a theme song what would it be?

  • Everybody Hurts – R.E.M. (the book is Nobody Gets Hurt – which is a lie).

Write the scene of a crime for us, set in Edinburgh, one paragraph long. Include these three items ~ Banana, Greyfriars Bobby and The Wash Bar.

Keep a watch, the man said. Don’t move from your spot. Who the hell does he think I am? Bleedin’ Greyfriars Bobby? I’ve got better things to do with my time than stare at a doorway that had been painted a garish banana yellow. It was so bright it hurt my eyes. But the Big Fella was paying me top dollar, so in the end I sat in the shitty Hyundai he had hired for me and watched and watched till my eyeballs ached. How much the man inside owed – the guy whose picture sat on my passenger seat –  the Big Fella I had no idea. Not my worry. Just follow him and let me know where he goes. He didn’t go anywhere all morning, but lunchtime came and I walked down the road and bought an apple, a Kit Kat and a Fanta from a convenience store. I must have been out of sight of that yellow door for two minutes at most. Ninety seconds. But as I walked back I could see a note had been pinned to it. I dumped my lunch in the car, hesitated and thought, what the hell? I crossed over and read it. Man in silver Hyundai. You are being set up. I’ll be in the Washbar at five this afternoon. Take the rest of the day off.       So I did.

Could you tell us about your current novel and how you got inspired to write it?

  • It is about the hero, bodyguard Sam Wylde, taking a job because she needs the money to continue the search for her missing daughter. It should be simple – drive the client from Normandy to Luxembourg for a meeting. But someone doesn’t want the client to arrive. Inspired by a (true, he claimed) story told by a relative who is an actor, about an armourer he met on a film set who had spent decades tracking down the men and women who murdered his wife and killing them, one by one.

How can my readers connect with you?

Website ~  rjbaileybooks.com

Twitter ~ @RJBaileyBooks

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Sam Wylde is a Close Protection Officer to the rich and powerful.

In a world dominated by men, being a woman has been an advantage. And she is the best in the business at what she does.

But has she taken on a case too dangerous to survive?

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Exit Five From Charing Cross @ValerieKeogh1 #QA #Bookblog

Exit Five From Charing Cross By Valerie Keogh

The Real You By Valerie Keogh 

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Welcome to my blog Valerie, thank you so much for spending a little time here today.

Describe yourself using three words?

Imaginative, persistent,  self-doubting

What inspired you to write your first novel?

I’ve wanted to write for a long time. Fear of failure stopped me starting until  a few years ago – I haven’t stopped since and I’m now on my 9th novel.

What time of day do you like to write?

I try to do e-mails and promoting in the morning and get down to writing in the early afternoon.

What is your favourite book and why?

I love Kate Atkinson’s novel, Life after Life, a fascinating and challenging read. My all-time favourite novels are EF Benson’s Mapp and Lucia series of novels. Brilliant, witty and beautifully written.

How did you pick the title of your book?

I took the title for, That One May Smile, straight from Hamlet, I liked the sound of it and it seemed appropriate. Shakespeare is always a good one to borrow from.

I was sitting at a coffee shop outside exit five from Charing Cross when I came up with the idea for this novel so it seemed like a good idea to use it as the title for it. When I decide on a title I always check on Amazon to make sure it hasn’t been used already before I become too attached to it.

Are the characters in your book based on real people?

The characters aren’t but I often use mannerisms or quirks that people have to add complexity to my characters.

What’s your favourite word?

I don’t have a favourite word but I often overuse words as my editor points out! I’ve stopped my characters ‘nodding’ all the time.

If you were a colour what would it be?

Sometimes bright yellow and sometimes dark grey.

Do you plan your story beforehand or go with the flow?

I usually have a vague idea of the plot but definitely go with it once I start and almost allow the characters take over. I knew That One May Smile was going to be a series so the characters needed to be ones that readers related to and cared about.

When I wrote Exit Five from Charing Cross I started with the last chapters and then backfilled the story.

Who is your favourite Author?

There are so many – EF Benson, Kate Atkinson, John Connolly, Steven King – a wide range as you can see!

If you could give any literary villain a happy ending who would you chose?

Frankenstein’s monster – I think he was hard done by!

Are you working on a new project?

I’m always working on something but at the moment I’m working on three which is crazy! I’ve started the 4th in my Irish crime series plus two different stand-alone novels. I can’t decide which to focus on so hop from one to the other!

Do you have any upcoming events our members can attend?

I’m going to the Dublin Writer’s Conference in Dublin, 23rd-25th June. It should be a great conference for any writers out thereFacebook Cover Page final

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A life built on a lie.
Rich investment banker, Jake, has everything he’s ever dreamed about. Money, a beautiful wife, two children.
But nothing in Jake’s world is as it seems. He dislikes his wife, never sees his children and is in so much debt there doesn’t appear to be a way out…unless….?
Faced with the only decision that seems to make sense, he makes a choice that will change all their lives forever.

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*Crime Fiction Takeover* Baby Dear @LindaHuber19 @Bloodhoundbook #Exclusive

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Every day we will have Authors from different genres answering my exclusive questionnaire.

Today on the blog, is

Linda Huber ~ Crime Fiction Takeover Interview

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Which crime novel stayed with you long after you had finished?

  • Which crime novel, stayed with you long after you had finished?
    A Cry In The Night by Mary Higgins Clark. It’s about Jenny, a single parent who married Erich, not knowing he would put both her and her children through months of terror before abducting her little girls. Jenny’s horror and helplessness is chillingly portrayed.

If you had, to sum up, Edinburgh in four words, what would they be?

  • Historical. Vibrant. Fun. Multi-culti.

Who is your favourite fictional crime character and why?

  • I think Elly Griffith’s Ruth Galloway is fabulous. She struggles with her weight (which makes her sympathetic to millions, me included!), she has to juggle motherhood and a job, she’s independent and feisty and clever – I wish I was more like her!

What is your favourite part of Edinburgh and why?

  • The Royal Mile, tourists and all. You get such a buzz walking up towards the castle. Just think of all the millions of feet that have walked across those stones over the centuries – it’s mind-blowing.

If you could have dinner with four fictional crime characters who would they be?

  • Ooh, great question. Ruth Galloway (see nr.3), Hercule Poirot, Val McDermid’s Tony Hill, and Inspector Rebus.

About your own work, where do you find inspiration for your books?

  • Everyday life. There are plenty of odd, unexpected, emotional things happening all around us. The idea for one of my books (Chosen Child) came at a wedding while I was chatting to someone who worked with problem families, for example. Another is more inspired by setting – it begins on the lovely Isle of Arran, where I spent all my teenage summers.

If your current book had a theme song what would it be?

  • The title is Baby Dear, so how about a rather spooky nursery rhyme – Bye, Baby Bunting.

Write the scene of a crime for us, set in Edinburgh, one paragraph long. Include these three items ~ Banana, Greyfriars Bobby and The Wash Bar.

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  1. Dusk was falling as he ran up the Mound. He was late, and he was starving. Heart pounding, he pushed the door of The Wash Bar open and stepped in, scanning tables and panting. She wasn’t here, oh God, she must have left without him. No, no – she would never cope alone. Wheeling round, he grabbed a banana from the bowl on the bar and tossed a pound coin at the astonished barman. Quick, quick, up to Greyfriars. Cutting between buildings, he took the fastest route towards the Kirk. Into the kirkyard now, how spooky it was in the dark. And how deserted. He ran, calling her name now, she must be here… But she wasn’t. For a moment he bent double, his breath clouding cold. He had failed. Hot tears on chilled cheeks, he trudged back to the street. And that was where he saw her. Crumpled beneath the statue of Greyfriars Bobby, a pool of blood around her head.

Do you have any events lined up either online or in person that my readers could attend?

  • Not at the moment, though I’m hoping to visit the UK this summer. Anyone wanting info about my books, or contact details, can find visit my website lindahuber.net

Could you tell us about your current novel and how you got inspired to write it?

  • Baby Dear is my sixth psychological thriller. It’s about three women – Caro, who’s desperate to have a baby, Sharon, who’s eight months pregnant and unsure if she really wants to be a mother, and Julie, single mother of a small boy and a baby – she doesn’t have two pennies to rub together. Then there’s Jeff, Caro’s husband, who is infertile – but rich… I was inspired to write this one by news stories of a women who lost a baby, and subsequently abducted one from a hospital.

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Baby Dear: a gripping psychological thriller

Caro and Jeff Horne seem to have it all until they learn that Jeff is infertile. Caro married Jeff because her biggest wish was to be a mother, and he had the means to give their children a better life than she’d had. Jeff, who is besotted with Caro, is terrified he will lose her now they can’t have a baby.

Across town, Sharon is eight months pregnant and unsure if she really wants to be a mother. Soon her world will collide with Jeff’s. He wants to keep Caro happy and decides that getting a baby is the only way.

Then Caro is accidently drawn into an underworld of drugs…

Meanwhile, Jeff is increasingly desperate to find a baby – but what lengths is he prepared to go to?

Is Sharon in danger, and will Caro ever have the family she’s always dreamed of?

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Before You Were Mine @Quaintrellem @HQDigitalUK #ChapterExclusive

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On the blog today I have a chapter excerpt from Before You Were Mine by Em Muslin. Published in May this year, from HQ Stories.  Enjoy!

Before You Were Mine By Em Muslin ~ Chapter One 

Apparently, I was a breech birth and – according to who you speak to – they think that all my problems come from that. I had decided to be a pain right from the beginning. ‘An awkward little belle,’ they used to say. All my brothers popped out like bubbles in an ice-cream sundae. Pop pop pop. But me? Me? I dug my elbows in and jumped out feet first.

My saving grace was that I was tip to toe a girl. Ma Bell had dreamed of having a little girl to dress up in lacy frocks and cotton socks that she would spend her days darning, whilst the boys and my Pa lay under oily cars drinking beer. So no matter about my pointed elbows, my Ma’s face was a picture. Bell’s Belle. Belle of the ball.

It’s rumoured that when the matron tried to cut my cord, my Ma was so determined we wouldn’t be separated, that she grabbed hold of the surgical scissors and chased her from the room. Can you imagine that? Again, it depends on who you ask. My eldest brother, Bert, says that’s just nonsense and she couldn’t wait to get me out. Pop pop pop. Eight pound and four ounces of little girl Bell. Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes.

My Pa, at the time of my birth, was changing a cam belt on an old Chevrolet and on hearing I was a girl, decided that whilst he was under the car, he may as well show my middle brother, Samuel, how to check the brake pads too. Shucks, that fatherly bond was strong.

Bert was approaching seventeen when my Pa and Ma discovered she’d fallen. Samuel was fourteen and Payton eleven years old. I hadn’t been planned and apparently not very welcome, but my Ma hung on and prayed every day that I would be a girl, and by golly just look at me. The prettiest girl in the US of A. Except I was broad-shouldered, big-boned, and covered in puppy fat. But her prayers had been answered. Hallelujah. There is a God. Praise be to the Lord. Amen.

Our house is the fourth one on the right, just off the main drag. The one with the painted picket fence and star-spangled banner dangling from the front porch, just like in the movies. JFK would have been proud. Except I think the paint is probably peeling off the fence still. My Pa had promised my Ma a thousand times he’d paint that damn fence, but every year the thick grey-white mass would peel away, bubbling under the heat of the day.

My Ma would sit me on her knee on the porch and rock me to and fro, checking my forehead for a temperature. How she’d be able to feel a fever in that heat, heaven only knows.

Inside was just like a home should be. The smell of cooking simmering in the corner of the kitchen and a table in the middle, where we’d all sit and eat as a family. A first-class American family. I’ve seen them in the movies too. Across the table of food, I could always smell the gasoline from my Pa’s overalls, and it was a smell I’d associate with fine home cooking. Finger lickin’ good. That food just ain’t no good if you can’t smell the gas.

Until I was three, I slept in my parents’ room. My two younger brothers shared and Bert had a room to himself, but after Bert was drafted, it made more room for me.

Springfield had a population of approximately four thousand. Four thousand hot sweaty people in a stifling, dusty town. But as of my first day at Springfield High, there was only one person who mattered to me and that was Daisy Jones. Daisy was approximately one inch taller than me and about ten times as pretty – maybe more – and ten times more self-assured. Having three older brothers ain’t the biggest confidence booster, let me tell you, and perhaps it was that one inch that made me look up to her and decide to stay right by her side.

Looking back, my stocky build and plain Jane face were probably the reason why Daisy Jones elected me as her best friend. It doesn’t hurt to look prettier than the girl next to you and she sure was pretty. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t what you call ugly. Now Penny Hansen, she was ugly and in hindsight, perhaps if I’d have picked her as my friend then I’d have looked a damn sight prettier than I was. But like all the children at Springfield High, I was struck by Daisy’s golden hair, delicate freckles, and the confident air with which she strode across that playground.

On the way home from school, we would run through the fields of cotton past the apple orchard, behind Mrs Melrose’s shack, and if we were lucky she’d come out and bring us a fruit ice to quench our dry tongues. We’d return home with sticky raspberry juice dripping from our mouths, thirsty for more. My Ma would be outside in the backyard, hanging out the washing that blew like ships’ sails and Daisy and I would run around the billowing sheets playing tag until it was time to help my Ma prepare the supper for the boys.

I would sit at the table peeling potatoes and my Ma would pop Daisy onto the pedestal by the kitchen window, so she could look out for her Pa returning from work. Daisy’s Ma had run off a number of years ago, leaving her Pa Harold to look after her on his own. By all accounts he had done a damn fine job. That’s if you didn’t count the all-day drinking, the numerous jobs he had been fired from, and the fact he hadn’t spoken more than two words to Daisy since her Ma had left.

So, Daisy would sit staring out onto the dusty road, fluttering her eyelashes, whilst my Ma looked adoringly at Daisy’s golden hair and wistfully wished I could be that little bit prettier, that little bit slimmer, that little bit, little bit …

I didn’t mind my Ma paying Daisy so much attention. Hell, in fact more often than not I would encourage it. The more she looked at Daisy, the less she looked at me. The less she looked at me, the less I did.

You see, I wanted to be the perfect daughter for her but my angular nose, wide shoulders, and the gap between my two front teeth made me less than perfect. But finding Daisy? Finding Daisy, was like discovering the missing piece in the jigsaw. I wasn’t her friend just because she made me laugh, or because she told me how to dress, or even because it made me that little bit more popular. I was Daisy’s friend simply because she filled the hole I was unable to.

We were inseparable. Two peas in a pod, ripe and ready for picking. We’d spend Sundays after church playing hopscotch drawn out on the dusty road, watched by gawky boys who didn’t dare approach us for fear of encountering Daisy’s sharp tongue. She would tease them by hitching up her skirt and jumping as high as she could and the boys would lie on the sandy road in their Sunday best, trying to get the finest view.

I, on the other hand, would skip awkwardly across the numbers, holding my skirt down in fear of being hollered at. After she had got their attention, she’d glance over her shoulder, flutter her eyelashes, and run as far and as fast as she could. I’d trail behind, with my skirt flapping between my legs, giggling, watching the boys clamber up from the road to chase after her. Running across the backyards, through the orchard, past Melrose’s shack and into the dense growth that surrounded the east side of
town, we ran until we knew we were safe.

Catching our breath, we’d lie on our backs and look up at the burning blue sky, daring the other to stare directly at the sun for as long as possible. Both blinded by the saffron light, we’d roll around giggling, unable to see each other for the inky squiggles that would appear before our eyes. I’d lie there, blinded, knowing that Daisy was right by my side and it was then, in that moment, that I knew I didn’t want anything to ever change.

What is it they say? If you want make God laugh, tell him about your plans.

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Back Of The Book

Sometimes hope has a way of changing everything…

Just hours after giving birth, Eli Bell is forced to give up her newborn baby daughter for adoption. Devastated, she tries desperately to rebuild her shattered life.

Then, over thirty years later, Eli catches sight of her daughter. And she knows that she must do everything to find a way back into her life. Even if it means lying…

While her husband Tommy must grow to accept his own part in the events of her early life, he can only try to save her before her obsession with the young woman ruins them both.

Don’t miss the breathtaking debut Before You Were Mine by Em Muslin! Perfect for fans of Jodi Picoult, Alice Peterson and Lucy Dillon.

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The Breaking Of Liam Glass @chasharris @MarbleCityPub #ChapterExclusive #Preorder

The Breaking Of Liam Glass By Charlie Harris 
Published: By Marble City Publishing ~ 29 June 2017
Article: By Kelly 

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Charles Harris 

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Charles Harris is an international award-winning writer-director and a highly-respected script consultant, writing and directing for cinema, television and theatre. He is also a best-selling non-fiction author with titles including A Complete Screenwriting Course, Police Slang, and Jaws in Space. Several of his short stories have been published, with two shortlisted for awards.

Charles has a black belt in Aikido and teaches police, security personnel and the public, self-defence against street violence, including knife attacks.

Exclusive Excerpt ~ Sneak Peak 

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How long? Ho-o-ow lo-o-o-o-ong can it take you, Liam? How long, Lia-a-a-a-am? I’m going out of my mind. Out. Of. My. Mind. How long, Liam-baby?

He’d been gone an hour already and his homework book on the kitchen table not even touched, and sometimes Katrina wished she had a man around, but not that man, not that man for sure, and the pizza man had been and gone and would have accepted the debit card himself. She hadn’t known. She went out and leant over the parapet, looked up and down in both directions.

Going out of my mind.

The cashpoint was right there – she could almost see it. But there was no-one below on Gordon Road under the street lights, just two Bengali teenagers, one tall, one short, kicking something small and dark on the ground. One more time she took her phone from her handbag.

‘Yo!’ His voice answered bright as ever and she said ‘Liam’ just in case, but of course it went on, ‘Leave that message, bro!’ Like he was black or something. He always refused to change it. She said, ‘Liam, Liam-baby, this is Mum again. Waiting. Like, the pizza  came and went back, and where the fuck are you.’

Katrina went back to the walkway. The Bengali teenagers were jumping in and out of the shadows now, hoods up, larking about, and she called out, ‘Hey!’ One of them looked at her and then they both ran off. The street was silent without them.

She thought about strangling Liam when he got back, good kid and all. He was mush-brain, except when it came to kicking a ball. Not the brightest shop sign in the High Street.

Liam-baby, where are you? She looked up and down and then stopped in her open doorway and thought of phoning his friends. She’d start with Shay and Zen, she decided, though they’d just had a fight with him about football. But she didn’t want to be a stupid mother, making a fuss about nothing. He’d be back in two minutes and asking for his dinner and getting on Facebook. But there was no-one and she felt a chill coming off the walkway. This was mad. She’d rented a DVD of Avatar to watch, and she had to iron her blouse for the morning and this wasn’t even doing any of it.

She went inside to grab her denim jacket and car keys to go look for him, and then she stopped. Perhaps she should wait in case he came back.

Her stomach felt sour with fear, but she drove to the cashpoint by the bank anyway and he wasn’t there. She looked around for those two Paki teenagers too – there was something about them, but they’d disappeared.

So she sat in the car and phoned Liam’s mates, all she could think of, Shay and Zen and Kyle that she was sure was into drugs, and Chardonnay who got him to dye his hair purple for a month. When she didn’t have the numbers for his friends she phoned their parents, even Mo Patterson, who was a pig and made sarky comments about people who worked in Tesco. But they all said no, shit, no, fuck, no, Shay, Zen, Kyle, Chardonnay, Mo, they hadn’t seen Liam at all. Not on a school night. They’d talked to him on Facebook – but that was well over an hour ago.

She came home and when she opened the door she called his name in case he’d come back, but the flat was silent and dark. So she lit a Lambert and Butler and turned on the light in his bedroom, which felt weird, too bright. And she sat at his computer, with all his clothes on the floor and his smell, sticky and male. She felt ill. She posted a message on his Facebook page, for what that was worth, and even tried some girl called Jules who he’d been messaging, but didn’t get a reply. Then she thought of phoning 999, but again she didn’t want to make a fuss.

She phoned 999.

‘I know this is like stupid,’ she said, ‘but have you arrested a kid called Liam Glass?’

The woman on the 999 asked why she was calling. Katrina said, ‘I don’t know where my son is.’

The other woman asked how old he was and when she last saw him, and said, ‘Most come back in the next twenty-four hours – two hours isn’t long at all, Mrs Glass, not for a kid of fourteen, they get up to all kinds of things.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Katrina said. ‘I didn’t know who else to call.’

‘You should phone the local hospitals. It’s worth it. For peace of mind.’

‘You think he’s in hospital?’ Katrina could hardly breathe. The phone, the woman’s voice, Liam’s clothes on the floor, his unmade bed, it wasn’t real. It was like she was in EastEnders.

‘He’s probably fine. But for peace of mind.’

So Katrina went onto Google and wrote down the numbers of the local hospitals and there were six. She didn’t want to do this but forced herself to be brave and started with the one that was closest. Her heart was in her mouth, just like in the stories in the magazines. She tried to breathe slower the way the writers always told you in articles about stress. She asked each operator if there was a Liam Glass, fourteen, and each operator told her they didn’t have anyone called Liam Glass. She double-checked they’d heard his name right, and they all said they didn’t have any fourteen-year-old kids at all, not tonight. And each time she asked if they were sure, and they were sure. Some were friendly, some not.

Then she ran out of hospitals and she didn’t usually like taking Valium, but she took one all the same

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*CRIME FICTION* Sewing The Shadows Together ~ @alisonbailliex #Interview @matadorbooks

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Every day we will have Authors from different genres answering my exclusive questionnaire.

Today on the blog, is Alison Baillie, author of Sewing The Shadows Together 

Alison Baillie~ Crime Fiction Takeover Interview

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Which crime novel stayed with you long after you had finished?

  • Miss Smilla’s feeling for Snow by Peter Hoeg was the first Scandinavian crime novel I read (nearly thirty years ago) and I can still remember the intriguing main character and the haunting Greenland setting.

If you had, to sum up, Edinburgh in four words, what would they be?

  • Where my heart is

Who is your favourite fictional crime character and why?

  • John Rebus – because he is so complex and human. Reading Ian Rankin’s books I feel that I really know him as a person I’d like to talk to in the Oxford Bar.

What is your favourite part of Edinburgh and why?

  • Portobello. My mother came from there and I used to spend all my holidays there when I was a child. I love the beach and I make a ritual stroll along the prom every time I come to Scotland. It is also the setting for my book Sewing the Shadows Together.

If you could have dinner with four fictional crime characters who would they be?

  • John Rebus, of course, Roberta Steele (Stuart MacBride) Logan McLean (James Oswald) and Rhona MacLeod (Lin Anderson). I think we’d have a great conversation.

About your own work, where do you find inspiration for your books?

  • Mostly from places I’ve visited, people I’ve met and imagining ‘what if…’

If your current book had a theme song what would it be?

  • If you don’t know me by now (Simply Red)

Write the scene of a crime for us, set in Edinburgh, one paragraph long. Include these three items ~ Banana, Greyfriars Bobby and The Wash Bar.

Archie Kilbride walked up the Mound, watching the sun setting behind the dark silhouette of the castle. When he heard the sound of laughter coming from the Wash Bar he wished he could go in – Noir at the Bar was on tonight and listening to the readings might give him inspiration for his new career as a PI. But he was meeting his first client in the Greyfriar’s Bobby Bar in ten minutes and couldn’t be late.

Standing at the bar he sipped a pint, excited about meeting the man who was to give him his first case. A figure sidled up to him, his hand in the pocket of his long dark coat. The cloth bulged, pointing towards him. Archie felt a moment of panic. Was it a gun?

The stranger spoke in a low voice. ‘There’s no room for another PI in north Edinburgh. This is my patch.’

Archie gulped. Perhaps he’d been a little hasty in his decision to change career paths.

The other man withdrew his hand from his pocket. In it was a banana. ‘Remember you’re the monkey, and it’ll no be just a banana if I catch you on my pitch again.’  

Do you have any events lined up either online or in person that my readers could attend?

  • I’m thrilled that I’m part of a FREE fringe event at Bloody Scotland. Sharon Bairden is moderating a panel on indie authors with Alan Jones (Bloq) David Videcette (The Detriment) and me. It takes place at 3.30 on Sunday 10th September at the Curly Coo pub. Hope to see you all there!

Could you tell us about your current novel and how you got inspired to write it?

  • My current novel, provisionally called Echoes of Other Lives, is a psychological suspense about a young Scottish mother living in Switzerland. As her perfect family life begins to crumble dark secrets from her past begin to catch up with her.

Often people go abroad to escape something in their past (not me!) and the inspiration came from imagining what would happen if somebody’s past caught up with them.

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From The Back Of The Book 

Can you ever get over the death of your sister? Or of your best friend? More than 30 years after 13-year-old Shona McIver was raped and murdered in Portobello, the seaside suburb of Edinburgh, the crime still casts a shadow over the lives of her brother Tom and her best friend Sarah. When modern DNA evidence shows that the wrong man was convicted of the crime, the case is reopened. So who did kill Shona? Sarah and Tom are caught up in the search for Shona’s murderer, and suspicions fall on family and friends. The foundations of Sarah’s perfect family life begin to crumble as she realises that nothing is as it appears. Dark secrets from the past are uncovered, and there is another death, before the identity of the real killer is finally revealed… Set in Edinburgh, the Outer Hebrides and South Africa, Sewing the Shadows Together is a thoroughly modern murder mystery that keeps the reader guessing to the end. Filled with characters who could easily be friends, family or people we work with, it asks the question: Do we ever really know the people closest to us?

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The Transatlantic Marriage Bureau @aurumpress @womentoinspire #GuestReview By J A Warnock

The Transatlantic Marriage Bureau By Julie Ferry
Aurum Press ~ Feb 2017
Review ~ J A Warnock 

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On 6 November 1895 Consuelo Vanderbilt married Charles Spencer-Churchill, 9th Duke of Marlborough. Though the preceding months had included spurned loves, unexpected deaths, scandal and illicit affairs, the wedding was the crowning moment for the unofficial marriage brokers, Lady Minnie Paget and Consuelo Yzanga, Dowager Duchess of Manchester, the original buccaneers who had instructed, cajoled and manipulated wealthy young heiresses into making the perfect match.

Fame, money, power, prestige, perhaps even love – these were some of the reasons for the marriages that took place between wealthy American heiresses and the English aristocracy in 1895. For a few, the marriages were happy but for many others, the matches brought loneliness, infidelity, bankruptcy and divorce.

Focusing on a single year, The Transatlantic Marriage Bureau tells the story of a group of wealthy American heiresses seeking to marry into the English aristocracy. From the beautiful and eligible debutante Consuelo Vanderbilt, in love with a dashing older man but thwarted by her controlling mother, Washington society heiress Mary Leiter who married the pompous Lord Curzon and became the Vicereine of India, Maud Burke, vivacious San Francisco belle with a questionable background, this book uncovers their stories. Also revealed is the hidden role played Lady Minnie Paget and Consuelo Yzanga, Dowager Duchess of Manchester, two unofficial marriage brokers who taught the heiresses how to use every social trick in the book to land their dream husband.

The Transatlantic Marriage Bureau dashes through the year to uncover the seasons, the parties, the money, the glamour, the gossip, the scandal and the titles, always with one eye on the two women who made it all possible.

Review By J A Warnock 

Did you ever read an account of a historical event and think “Wow, I wish I had a seat at that dinner table” or “To have been a fly on that wall…”? If your answer is no then ‘The Transatlantic Marriage Bureau’ by Julie Ferry probably isn’t for you. If you answered yes, read on.

There is no question that a stupendous amount of research has gone into the production of this book but there is also a fair bit of imagination.  Ferry uses fictitious scenes of her own imagining to stitch together biographical accounts, contemporary journals, letters and social commentary into a giant (I do mean giant; it is not a short book) patchwork of a story. This makes for a style of writing that not everyone will take to. The flow of more traditional narrative storytelling is regularly interrupted by this or that opinion on the subject and, while it is interesting and reinforcing, it can get a little distracting.

The narrative meanders around the topic of the business of Transatlantic Marriage brokering and its key players with no real predictable structure. There is no attempted to build suspense rather events are presented a historical fait accompli sometimes all at once. It reminded me a little of those stand up comics who start a story at the opening of the show and distract themselves go off on tangents, have moments and asides then have to come back on for an encore because they didn’t actually ever get to the point. Although certainly planned and undoubtedly clever, this can be tiresome and a little disconcerting.

On the whole, Ferry offers up a fascinating insight into an industry (for that is truly what it was) about which I for one knew very little. Rather than provide a dry historical account, her imaginative spice makes this a hugely readable book. Her ideas about what might have gone behind closed doors add both colour and interest and help the reader to identify with characters that may otherwise have felt aloof and unreachable. She offers a fly on the wall view of events and invites you to a seat at several high powered dinner tables as the story unfolds.

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Thank you to Julie Ferry and Aurum Press for the ARC copy for review.

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The Beta Mum, Adventures In Alpha Land @NHyummymummy #Excerpt @SilverWoodBooks

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Here, it isn’t a battle of who has the Rolls-Royce of strollers … these children actually roll in Rolls-Royces! 

When Sophie Bennett moves from a quiet, sleepy suburb of Toronto to glitzy west London, she doesn’t know where she has landed: Venus or Mars. Her three-year-old daughter Kaya attends Cherry Blossoms, the most exclusive nursery in London, where Sophie finds herself adrift in a sea of Alpha mums. These mothers are glamorous, gorgeous, competitive and super rich, especially Kelly, the blonde, beautiful and bitchy class rep. 

Struggling to fit in and feeling increasingly isolated, Sophie starts The Beta Mum, an anonymous blog describing her struggles with the Alpha mums. But when her blog goes viral, she risks ruining everything for herself and her daughter. How long will it be until they discover her true identity? Is her marriage strong enough to survive one of her follower’s advances? And will she ever fit in with the Alpha mums?

The Beta Mum, Adventures In Alpha Land ~ Excerpt

A huge life-sized, plush, golden giraffe with scattered spots stared at me giving me the eye, as if to say ‘I know who you are, Sophie Bennett, you’re not one of them. You’re one of us. You’re an onlooker.’ The winding staircase of Serafina’s member’s club had led me down into Serafina’s nightclub where I had found myself face to face with the giant giraffe.

I had read up on (googled) Serafina’s before coming; it was an exclusive member’s club costing £3,000 a year for a membership and had welcomed everyone from Tom Cruise to Prince William through its doors with three bar areas, two restaurants, one nightclub and 16 hotel rooms. The restaurant had poached a chef from Nobu and served fusion- food classics including tuna tartare, lobster tempura and black miso cod. The bar areas channelled the Dolce Vita vibe, with white- uniformed barmen, serving Martinis to show off their mixology skills and drinks made with ‘absinthe.’

The nightclub had an upscale, louche, bordello-like feel to it, in keeping with its location, the old respectable (or rather unrespectable) red light district in Mayfair. It was dark and windowless, with its burgundy walls draped with red velvet curtains. On my left stood a glittering bar where late twenty-somethings with youthful aspirations were dressed to impress and stood drinking champagne and colourful cocktails adorned with edible flowers. On my right, I saw some familiar faces from the nursery pick-ups and drop- offs heading towards the direction of a private room.   

I squeezed Michael’s hand as we walked in their direction. My heart pounded just a bit faster than I wanted it to and my social anxiety increased with every step I made towards the private room. I wanted to be anywhere but here, ideally sitting in front of our TV with my Roots sweatshirt/sweatpants combo or in front of my laptop, hiding behind a screen rather than exposing my vulnerabilities to the Alphas. This was not the usual parents evening in the school gym with soft-drinks-and-pizza-slices.

‘Champagne?’ said a waitress in a black and white, fitted, cleavage- – enhancing dress as we entered the room and found a spot near the door. Another woman similarly dressed waved a tray across us. ‘Fig and goat’s cheese tartlet with manuka honey or foie gras with grape and mango chutney on sourdough bread?’ she offered.

We both grabbed a flute of champagne each and I sipped the golden liquid, calming my nerves as I scanned the room. The women looked ready for a ‘Hot-Or-Not’ Oscars fashion-off; there were feathers, leather, lace and petticoats. The men stood dominantly in their suits, clearly not from Topman. Finding my perfect dress -– the A-line black dress that hid my extras – muffin tops, bingo wings and post-baby-belly -– had been exhausting but worthwhile. I still felt out of place, but the champagne and the dress were enough to give me a confidence boost to face the party.

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*CRIME FICTION TAKEOVER* #Interview @sarasheridan

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Every day we will have Authors from different genres answering my exclusive questionnaire.

Today on the blog, is Sara Sheridan Author of the Mirabelle Baven books.  

Sara Sheridan ~ Crime Fiction Takeover Interview

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Which crime novel stayed with you long after you had finished?

Margery Allingham’s Tiger in the Smoke. Kind of haunting.

If you had, to sum up, Edinburgh in four words, what would they be?

Big, black, sunny, bastard

Who is your favourite fictional crime character and why?

Always Miss Marple.

What is your favourite part of Edinburgh and why?

I like that there is always a new view. You look up and there’s something you’ve never noticed on a roof. At the moment cos they’ve knocked down two buildings on Sth St David Street, you can see the Cafe Royal (and usually that’s obscured) so I like that view at the moment. We live in a city littered with monuments – every one a story.

If you could have dinner with four fictional crime characters who would they be?

Marple (obviously) due to lifelong obsession

About your own work, where do you find inspiration for your books?

Sleep. Honestly. I go to sleep and I wake up thinking ‘if only I could kill this particular guy with some kind of poison’ or ‘why don’t I just have that person strangled’ I am a psychopathic sleeper.

If your current book had a theme song what would it be?

Well – there are 4 this year.
On Starlit Seas: Something by Schubert. It’s set in 1823!
Russian Roulette: Has to be Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ford – it’s what was number 1 for 4 weeks the year the book is set and I really like it!
Bloody Scotland short story book: Wd probably be Julie Fowlis – something haunting in gaelic
Victoria (Non-fiction TV Tie in for the second series due to air September) Has its own theme tune – the Medieval Baebes sing it and it’s lovely – Alleluia by Martin Phipps

Do you have any events lined up either online or in person that my readers could attend?

www.sarasheridan.com

Could you tell us about your current novel and how you got inspired to write it?

I’m currently writing the 7th Mirabelle Bevan Murder Mystery. I’m on my third murder in it and I’ve only solved two of them. I’m crazed right now.  Probably need to go and have a nap to figure out what’s going to happen next…

How can my readers connect with you?

“Intelligent, interesting, accessible writing”
www.sarasheridan.com
Tweet me @sarasheridan
http://www.facebook.com/sarasheridanwriter

Sara’s books are available on Amazon UK

Russian Roulette: Brighton 1956

When Mirabelle’s on-off boyfriend, Superintendent Alan McGregor, is taken off a gruesome murder case because the key suspect is an old school friend, Mirabelle steps in to unravel the tangle of poisoned gin, call girls and high stakes gambling that surrounds the death. It isn’t long before McGregor’s integrity is called into question and Mirabelle finds herself doubting him. So when a wartime hero’s body turns up on the Sussex Downs, she is glad that McGregor is caught up in a mystery of his own as Brighton’s establishment closes ranks.

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