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Blog Tour – ‘The Afterlife of Walter Augustus’ by Hannah Lynn ~ @HMLynnauthor

‘The Afterlife of Walter Augustus’ was published as an eBook on the 11th July 2018 and is also available in paperback.  I am thrilled to be taking part in the blog tour for this book and would like to thank Hannah Lynn for inviting me to participate.

Do I have a treat for all of you today or what.  There are some Questions and Answers from the author, an extract from her book and there is also a giveaway which is being run throughout the tour.  All that to come in a minute though.  First, here’s what the book is about.

 

Book Blurb

Walter Augustus is dead. His current state of existence has become a monotony of sweet tea and lonely strolls and after decades stuck in the Interim — a posthumous waiting room for those still remembered on Earth — he is ready to move on. Only when he is forgotten by every living person will he be able to pass over and join his family in the next stage of the afterlife. At last the end is tantalizingly close, but bad luck and a few rash decisions may see him trapped in the Interim for all eternity.

Letty Ferguson is not dead. Letty Ferguson is a middle-aged shoe saleswoman who leads a pleasant and wholly unextraordinary life, barring the secret fortune she seems unable to tell her husband about. However, when she takes possession of an unassuming poetry anthology, life takes on a rather more extraordinary dimension.

 

Hannah Lynn on her new novel The Afterlife of Walter Augustus

How did you get the idea for The Afterlife of Water Augustus?

I can actually remember exactly when the idea came to me as I was in a really bad mood at the time! It was the weekend of my birthday and we were meant to be going on holiday, but my husband was unwell so we had to cancel. We also had visitors over, so between checking on my husband, looking after them and working I felt completely run off my feet.

One of our guests was watching a TV programme about a psychic, and that got me thinking about the afterlife, and how there could be enough space for everyone. I was still mulling over the concept when the idea of Walter being trapped until he was forgotten sprung into mind and I honestly thought, this is it, this is the reason I didn’t go on holiday because if I had I would never have had the idea.

 

That sounds like you’re a believer in fate?

Hmm, the jury’s out. So much is beyond our control and I’ve had a couple of very peculiar instances, but then there are too many bad things happening to good people for me to be convinced.

 

What did you find yourself researching for this book?

I spent a surprising amount of time researching the ins and out of professions in the 1800s. In my first draft Walter started out as a doctor, so I spent time researching the different type of medical practitioners that were around back then. Afterwards, when I decided that wasn’t quite right, I got stuck into research about ironwork and being a farrier.

 

Who was your favourite character?

This book was tough. Quite often I have a clear favourite, but in this one I don’t. I have genuine affection for them all, even the ones who don’t appear that nice!

 

Why did you write about the afterlife?

It’s always been a source of intrigue to me and I think to many others.  I’ve tried before to write novels about it, but this is the first time all my ideas seemed to fall into place.

 

How long did it take you to write The Afterlife of Water Augustus?

Walter was the quickest first draft I have ever written — however it then took another 3 drafts to get something more concrete to work with. In total, it was a little over 2 years.

 

What was the hardest part to write?

Probably making all the time frames to work logistically, particularly with Walter popping in and out of the Afterlife

 

Who should read the Afterlife of Water Augustus?

Anyone who is not convinced they are going to live forever! Seriously though, it’s a book that I hope will be both amusing and comforting.

 

Extract

Chapter Two

The corridor in the interim was by no means your standard corridor. In fact, it would not, by the average lay-person’s standard, qualify as a corridor at all. A sea of free-standing doors stretched out endlessly into an infinite landscape which — like the doors themselves — would change and transform almost daily. It was easy to see how people found pleasure in the unexpectedness and beauty that rose from this magnificent panoramic backdrop which was so central to the interim afterlife.  Although Walter was not one of those people.

Today, the doors were a heavily stained cedar, from which rose an earthy and damp perfume that blended perfectly with the cut grass and linen aroma. The floor, by contrast, was an infinite expanse of powdery sand that shimmered and glinted in the soft light, and from somewhere far off came a light-fingered mastery of the mandolin. The destination of these doors was, to Walter, as elusive as the manner in which they were constructed.

Perhaps, it was his age or the cynicism that had grown from being alone for so long, but to Walter, the interim no longer possessed the irrefutable prestige it once had. There had always been the odd rancid egg — those that had difficulty letting go or found pleasure in the obscure — and, of course, those whose memory lived on for the most abhorrent reasons — but it was the vast quantity of them still hanging around that was worrying. Men, calling themselves actors, gathered in droves, discussing the time they had a walk-on part as a half-eaten zombie or laughed about their pet cat on ice going viral, whatever that meant. Wives of ex-cons gossiped and whinged about the good old days over frozen margaritas and manicures, not in some secluded doorway, but out in the open, for everyone to see. Gamblers, addicts, and musicians: once their time here had been brief, but now, they never seemed to leave. Yes, in Walter’s opinion, the prestige of the interim had most definitely deteriorated.

Walter kept his head down as he hurried through the corridor. He had visited Betty often since she had moved into the home and barely needed to lift his eyes to find the way. After a few minutes and having successfully avoided the gaze of every person on his route, Walter found the door he was looking for. He twisted the handle and stepped through.

Elizabeth Mabel Green was the last person on Earth who knew who Walter Augustus was. She had read Seas, Swallows and all but Sorrows — the only remaining copy — in the early sixties, and while some parts of her memory had given way over time, she had remembered his name as clearly as she remembered her own. She remembered how she chewed on a crumpet whilst her father read the poems over breakfast and how the melted butter dripped down her chin as she listened. She remembered the coarse woollen blanket that covered her knees while she fought off the cold and re-read her favourites in the first home she had ever owned. She did not remember every word of every poem, but she remembered the way they made her feel.

When Pemberton finally departed the interim, Walter had assumed he would not be far behind. But Betty continued to cling to his name and his poems. Even now, in her last days, Walter could feel the tugs as he flitted through his memory. After all, Walter was family.

Betty Green’s hospital room was adorned with several bunches of flowers. It sported a small white cabinet and plug-in air fresheners at every available socket, although they did little to camouflage the scent of Dettol and urine that rose from the carpets and bed sheets. Betty lay beneath a powder blue blanket that, at a casual glance, appeared motionless, although Walter— and any person who cared to sit and study it long enough — could see there was still life in the old girl yet. Walter watched the faint rise and fall. He could hear a gentle hiss as the air was drawn in and then expelled from his great-great-great-great-granddaughter’s lungs and the weak double thud of her fading heartbeat.

‘Are your kitchen tiles a nightmare to clean?’

Walter jumped back from the bed.

Behind him, a small black box was affixed to the wall, inside which a tiny woman was on her hands and knees scrubbing a floor. She looked out at Walter, opened her mouth and spoke. Beads of sweat began to bubble on his forehead.

‘You need to try Fleazy Klean.’

The woman’s voice, rather than coming from her mouth, came from another little black box, two feet to the right. Walter shuddered. A television. Even avoiding the present day as he did, Walter had not managed to evade this unnatural source of wizardry. One glimpse of the shiny black glass was enough to send his post-organic frame rigid with tension and his surplus-to-requirement pulse into overdrive. He side-stepped away — keeping half an eye on the mini-man who was now on screen, apparently trying to sell him some kind of dental apothecary — and focused his attention on Betty.

Walter knew there must be pain; there always was at that stage, but for now, she seemed at peace.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said, leaning over and whispering. ‘It’s not the end. Everyone’s waiting for you.’ Betty mumbled softly. Walter reached down and stroked her forehead. ‘Take all the time you need,’ he said. He waited another minute, offered a final uneasy glower to the man with too many teeth on the television, then opened the door and stepped back into the corridor, a spritely spring in his step as he walked.

***

Low slung clouds shrouded the sky as Letty strolled up the high street.  The evening was cool, and a light breeze carried on it an aroma of oak trees, honeysuckle, and the slight hint of motorbike fuel. Donald would be glad of rain, Letty thought. The humidity of the last month had played havoc with his joints too. A little way up the high street, she stopped. Resting her arm against the yellowish Bradstone wall, she kneaded the base of her spine with her knuckles. In one of the stores across the road, the back-to-school sales signs were already being pulled down and replaced with pumpkin banners ready for Halloween. Letty’s stomach churned. If the thirty-first of October marked everyone else’s Halloween, Letty’s personal day of nightmares came a few weeks earlier each year.

Despite living less than five miles away, Letty and her sister Victoria saw each other an average of three times a year, Christmas, the twins’ birthday, and once in July to remember their mother’s birthday. Occasionally, they would place a meeting somewhere between January and July to bridge the sixth month gap, but that was not always the case. As it was, Victoria had cancelled the July meet-up this year, as the twins had a last-minute gymkhana competition they simply couldn’t afford to miss.

There were various reasons that meetings with Victoria tended to be tense, one of the overwhelming factors being money. While Letty suffered from an affliction of saving money, the same could not be said for her sister.

‘It will just be a short-term loan,’ Victoria said the last time. ‘And the interest we’ll give you will be far better than any you’d get at the bank.’

‘But what about Mum’s inheritance?’ Letty said. ‘That was over twenty thousand pounds.’

‘My thoughts exactly. And I’m guessing it’s just sitting in your account earning you nothing. If you look at it that way, we’re actually doing you a favour. Think of it as an investment opportunity.’

Letty had mumbled something unintelligible as she shifted uncomfortably.

‘Great,’ Victoria said. ‘Do you want me to set up a bank transfer before I go?’

‘What’s she doing with all their money?’ Donald said when Letty told him of the conversation a couple of days later. ‘And what happened to her share?’

‘I didn’t want to ask.’

Donald huffed. ‘Well, you know how much you’ve got left of that money. If you think we can lend her a couple of grand, then it’s up to you. But don’t go leaving yourself short.’

That had been over a year ago, and Letty had neither seen or heard anything of her investment opportunity since.

The other point of tension came from the children. As anyone who had witnessed Letty at work could testify, she had an uncanny affinity for small children. Be it screaming toddlers, or sulky teenagers, somehow Letty could bring the best out of them all. All children, it seemed, apart from her nephew and niece.

Whilst some may have seen fit to liken the pair to characters from a Stephen King novel, Letty would have considered this unfair, given the possible moral redeemability of the bloodsucking clowns and monsters Mr. King portrayed. Likewise, adjectives such as spirited and boisterous seemed far more suited to rescue puppies than to the double delinquents with whom she somehow shared DNA. Born after years and years of trying, Victoria viewed her children as nothing short of miracles. Throw in the added guilt she felt at being an older parent and a father who was barely home, and it was clear how Victoria and Felix had raised nothing short of monsters.

Every visit included a fight. Sometimes, these involved weapons, such as a plastic Buzz Lightyear or a conveniently placed lamp. Other times, it was simply teeth and nails.

‘They’re energetic,’ Victoria said. ‘Lots of intelligent children are like this.’

Letty wasn’t so sure. The twins’ birthday, the singular time of year when Letty truly considered giving up baking for good.

The cake thing had become somewhat of a venture lately. Twelve months ago, she had been doing one order, maybe two a month. Now it was more like that a week. And gone were the days of simple round cakes with a little bit of pipe work. In the last month alone, she had created one Peppa Pig cake, two M&M piñata cakes, a Louis Vuitton handbag, three cupcake wedding towers, and a hen-do cake that even now turned her cheeks scarlet at the memory. Of course, the area manager had dropped by for a chat on the morning she had taken that one into work. The meeting had been tortuous. Letty sat nodding, her mouth bone dry, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead as the box sat perched above his head resting on top of the size 12 men’s brogues.

‘There’s really no need to look so worried,’ the manager had said. ‘Everyone’s numbers are down on this time last year. You should see Stroud’s numbers.’

Letty nodded mutely.

When he finally left, she had told Joyce she was taking an early break, at which point she collapsed onto a box of lime green flip-flops, red-faced and trembling. No more hen party cakes, she decided after that one. Not unless they were picked up from home.

‘You should be charging proper money for these,’ Donald said, almost every night as she stood in the kitchen rolling out fondant and mixing up buttercream.

‘I’m not doing it for the money.’

‘Well, maybe you should be. You’re wasted at that shop. And we can’t rely on my wage forever. I’m getting old.’

Despite Donald’s concerns, Letty was savvy enough not to be out of pocket. She charged enough to cover the ingredients and a little bit more so that people felt they were getting quality. In her opinion, people always became suspicious if they thought things were too cheap.

The sky twisted with soft greys and lilacs as Letty ambled towards the crossroads. Somewhere, a bonfire was burning, and the tang of pine drifted the air.  She glanced down at her watch. Five thirty-two. Friday night meant Donald would be out for drinks with the other men from the water board. A homemade pie was defrosting in the larder, and a large apple crumble awaited them for dessert. She had a little time to spare. With one last glance at her watch, she changed her course and crossed the road. Thirty seconds later, she was standing inside the bank.

Letty preferred these bank machines, as unlike the others on the high street, they were tucked away inside a building. Whenever she used the outside ones, it felt as though someone was there, peering over her shoulder, trying to steal her PIN code or tutting if she took too long. That afternoon, only one of the machines was in working order, and when a young man with a toddler in tow stepped through the automatic door only a moment after she did, she waved him in front.

‘Honestly, you go,’ she said.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course, of course. It’s no problem.’

Letty stood what she considered a suitable distance behind, while the man did his business. After he finished, she offered him a polite smile and watched as he exited the room. Only after the automatic doors had closed and she felt certain that no one else would be entering for at least a minute, Letty moved to the cash machine, inserted her card, and tapped the screen.

Entering her PIN was a reflex response. After all, she had had the same PIN for every card that she had ever owned and had no intention of changing it anytime soon. A series of options, including Cash or On-Screen Balance, appeared in front of her. She selected balance.

As she waited for the number to appear, she withdrew a small notebook and pen from her handbag pocket and wrote the date at the top. A moment later, a number appeared. Sixty-seven thousand, six hundred and sixty-eight pounds and twenty-four pence. Letty wrote it down in her notebook. After confirming with the machine that she did not require any more services, she withdrew her card, placed it back in her tattered old wallet, and selected another.

This second account gave a similar reading to the first, as did the third and fourth she checked. The fifth came in slightly lower, at only twelve thousand, two hundred and nine pounds and thirty-three pence. She was about to check her sixth when a cough behind her caused her to jump.

‘Sorry,’ Letty gasped. She pulled out her card and hurriedly backed away from the machine. ‘I’m all done now.’

Even two minutes later, when she was back on the street, her pulse was still pounding. Her money situation, she reasoned, had lost control. Letty sighed, causing a small flock of pigeons on the pavement beside her to take flight. She was going to have to tell Donald sooner or later. She just had to find the right way to word it.

***

Deciding to make the most of what was possibly his last day in the interim, Walter gathered a loaf of bread and small bottle of ale from his miraculously stocked larder and placed them into his satchel. He was dressed in his usual attire of a twill woven shirt and breeches, but had abandoned his apron for the day. With a light-hearted jaunt, he stepped out through his back door and strolled to the end of the garden.

A narrow path lined with daisies and buttercups materialised and meandered down to the bottom of the cliff. His feet crunched on the fresh grass. He would miss this scent, he decided, but then perhaps, it was the same wherever he was going next; after all, it seemed too good a choice to meddle with. Walter closed his eyes and breathed in the warm, salty air. He couldn’t have asked for a better day.

A little way away from the shingled coast, Walter was stopped. He stared and blinked and felt his pulse hasten in his veins. Dampness built on the palms of his hand, and a noose-like sensation tightened around his throat. He gaped at the figure on the shore. This was his beach. Why would anyone come here? Who even knew about it? Walter’s pulse cranked up another notch as he scanned the area. It was definitely his beach, his place alone, his private corner of the interim. Perhaps it was a mistake, he thought and, with silent steps, trod forward. The grass gave way to sand dunes and then to shingle, all the while his eyes locked on the shadowy figure. He was less than six feet away before the air was knocked from his lungs.

‘No,’ Walter gasped.

The face turned around to look at him. It was a long face, so long it was difficult to see where his nose ended and chin began. His cheeks were hollowed, as if sucking on a sweet, and the smell of pear drops that emanated from his breath appeared to confirm this. In one fluid movement, the body went from sitting to standing and then peering straight down his nose to Walter.

‘Well, Augustus,’ he said his voice patronisingly slow. ‘What have you done this time?’

 

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Wow!  This extract has certainly left me intrigued.

‘The Afterlife of Walter Augustus’ can be purchased from:-

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Afterlife-Walter-Augustus-Hannah-Lynn-ebook/dp/B07CLL98QC/ref=pd_sbs_351_1?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=BMK2ZGD0YFDY3D39PP2N

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Afterlife-Walter-Augustus-Hannah-Lynn-ebook/dp/B07CLL98QC/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

Giveaway

To coincide with this blog tour, Hannah Lynn is running a competition.  These are the  prizes:-

Kindle Paperwhite E-reader, plus an eBook copy of ‘The Afterlife of Walter Augustus’.

1 of 5 x paperback copies of ‘The Afterlife of Walter Augustus’, signed by Hannah Lynn.

To enter, click on this link – Rafflecopter Giveaway.

 

About Hannah Lynn

Hannah Lynn was born in 1984 and grew up in the Cotswolds, UK. After graduating from university, she spent ten years as a teacher of physics, first in the UK and then around Asia. It was during this time, inspired by the imaginations of the young people she taught, she began writing short stories for children, and later adult fiction. Her first novel, Amendments, was published in 2015, her latest novel, The Afterlife of Walter Augustus, is out July 2018. Now as a teacher, writer, wife and mother, she is currently living in the Austrian Alps.

 

Links

Twitter – https://twitter.com/HMLynnauthor

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/HannahLynnAuthor

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13830772.Hannah_M_Lynn

 

Other Books

‘Amendments’ can be purchased from:-

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Amendments-H-M-Lynn-ebook/dp/B00W1X95S2

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Amendments-H-M-Lynn-ebook/dp/B00W1X95S2/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

Blog Tour – ‘Doorways’ by Robert Enright

I am absolutely thrilled to be helping Robert Enright with the relaunch of ‘Doorways’.  I read and reviewed this book back in 2016.  Ever since then I have been waiting patiently (or trying to) for the next book in the series.  Here is my review.

Franklyn ‘Bermuda’ Jones was born with the ability to see the truth; a gift and also a curse.  Declared insane by psychiatrists, Bermuda was admitted to hospital for three months.  The only human to have passed to The Otherside and returned, he is now an agent for the BTCO, a highly secret government agency.  Bermuda is stuck between both worlds and pining for the life he has had to leave behind.  Everyday things which people take for granted mean the world to him.

Teamed with Argyle, an enigmatic Otherside warrior, Bermuda is assigned the case of a missing woman who seems to have disappeared into thin air.  As Bermuda is soon to discover there is more to things than meets the eye.  With Argyle’s help will he be able to solve the case before it’s too late?

I am not a fan of science fiction as such but I wanted to give ‘Doorways’ a go having heard so much about it.  You know what?  I’m so pleased that I did because this book is actually a mixture of genres, not just sci-fi.  I was totally hooked from the start and found it so very hard to put down.  I loved the writing style and found that the words bounced right off the pages.  I also really like how ‘Doorways’ is set in different parts of London including a place I love going to.

I found myself getting really involved in the story, so much so that I wanted to scream at the woman who went missing not to walk through the alleyway.  I felt sad for Bermuda and the fact that he couldn’t lead a normal life.  It must have been so hard having to cut himself off from loved ones.  I adored Argyle, his protector and saviour.  The things he did to distract the police; brilliant!

‘Doorways’ took me on an exciting and unstoppable journey.  I didn’t want it to come to an end and I am so looking forward to the second book in the series.  I only hope there are no Others lurking in the shadows watching my every move.  Oh wait, this is fiction isn’t it?  Isn’t it??

Thanks for a great read Robert.

I give this book 5 out of 5.

 

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Hopefully my review has left you wanting to, no NEEDING to read ‘Doorways.  It is available to purchase from Amazon UK and as you can see above it’s just 99p.  So why not treat yourself this weekend!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Doorways-First-Bermuda-Jones-Casefile-ebook/dp/B07813HWTB/ref=pd_sbs_351_1?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=WWYXCGK6GCGWQD2C0CJJ

 

About Robert Enright

Robert Enright was born and raised in North London and resides in Chesham, Buckinghamshire. Working as a HR System Manager by day, he spends his evenings and weekends writing (or binge watching TV with his fiance).

Robert first self published One by One in March 2016 and saw it published by Britain’s Next Best Seller in October 2017.

In early 2018, DOORWAYS will be re-released as an ebook, paperback and audio book under Robert Enright’s management. The sequel, THE ABSENT MAN will also be released in early 2018. The third in the series, WORLDS APART, is set for a late 2018 launch. A prequel, titled BERMUDA, is in the works for a 2018 launch also.

Robert can be contacted via:-

Website – http://www.robertenright.co.uk

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/robenrightauthor

Twitter – https://twitter.com/REnright_Author

 

Cover Reveal – ‘Doorways’ by Robert Enright

This is the brand new cover for ‘Doorways’ and I am absolutely LOVING it.

‘Doorways’ is being re-released on the 14th December 2017 by Robert Enright.  Here’s what it is about.

 

Book Blurb

There is more to the shadows than just darkness

The Otherside is located at the fringes of our world, hiding in plain sight and existing within our shadows. Shielded from humanity, the Otherside is watched over by the BTCO, a highly secret government agency, whose members all possess ‘The Knack’, a genetic anomaly that allows them to see this other world.

Franklyn ‘Bermuda’ Jones is the BTCO’s finest agent, the only human to have passed to the Otherside and returned. Gifted with the ability to physically interact with both worlds, Bermuda reluctantly stands between both worlds, pining for the life he had to leave behind and the daughter he can no longer see. Teamed with Argyle, an enigmatic Otherside warrior, Bermuda is assigned the case of a missing woman who has vanished under mysterious circumstances.

As Bermuda delves further into the disappearance, he uncovers a threat that could destroy the truce between two worlds…and finds himself in a race against time to safeguard humanity’s very existence.

Discover a new world in this fast-paced urban fantasy packed with thrills, action and the odd one liner.

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If this is the sort of book you like then you really are in for a treat.  I had the pleasure of reviewing ‘Doorways’ last year and thought it was amazing.  You can read my review here https://aloverofbooks.wordpress.com/2016/10/13/blog-tour-doorways-by-robert-enright/

For those of you who have already read this book you will be pleased to know that the sequel, ‘The Absent Man’ is being published next year.  It is already on my have to read list.

 

Links

Website – https://www.robertenright.co.uk/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/REnright_Author

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/robenrightauthor/

 

Blog Tour – ‘Doorways’ by Robert Enright

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Well, the big day is here at last for Robert Enright.  His new book, ‘Doorways’, the first in the Bermuda Jones series is out today, published by Urbane Publications.  Last year I had the pleasure of interviewing Robert and then earlier this year I did a cover reveal on my blog as part of my Urbane event, complete with an exciting countdown.  So, when Robert asked me if I would like to take part in this blog tour, how could I possibly refuse!

Franklyn ‘Bermuda’ Jones was born with the ability to see the truth; a gift and also a curse.  Declared insane by psychiatrists, Bermuda was admitted to hospital for three months.  The only human to have passed to The Otherside and returned, he is now an agent for the BTCO, a highly secret government agency.  Bermuda is stuck between both worlds and pining for the life he has had to leave behind.  Everyday things which people take for granted mean the world to him.

Teamed with Argyle, an enigmatic Otherside warrior, Bermuda is assigned the case of a missing woman who seems to have disappeared into thin air.  As Bermuda is soon to discover there is more to things than meets the eye.  With Argyle’s help will he be able to solve the case before it’s too late?

I am not a fan of science fiction as such but I wanted to give ‘Doorways’ a go having heard so much about it.  You know what?  I’m so pleased that I did because this book is actually a mixture of genres, not just sci-fi.  I was totally hooked from the start and found it so very hard to put down.  I loved the writing style and found that the words bounced right off the pages.  I also really like how ‘Doorways’ is set in different parts of London including a place I love going to.

I found myself getting really involved in the story, so much so that I wanted to scream at the woman who went missing not to walk through the alleyway.  I felt sad for Bermuda and the fact that he couldn’t lead a normal life.  It must have been so hard having to cut himself off from loved ones.  I adored Argyle, his protector and saviour.  The things he did to distract the police; brilliant!

‘Doorways’ took me on an exciting and unstoppable journey.  I didn’t want it to come to an end and I am so looking forward to the second book in the series.  I only hope there are no Others lurking in the shadows watching my every move.  Oh wait, this is fiction isn’t it?  Isn’t it??

Thanks for a great read Robert.

I give this book 5 out of 5.

 

‘Doorways’ is available to buy from Urbane Publications:-

http://urbanepublications.com/books/doorways/

 

‘The Sleeping Warrior’ by Sara Bain

The Sleeping Warrior - Book Cover

‘The Sleeping Warrior’ is Sara Bain’s debut novel.  Published in paperback last year, I was very kindly sent a copy by Matthew Smith.  I love crime fiction and the paranormal so really wanted to read this book, plus I was also hearing good things about it.

Libby Butler’s life is in a bit of a mess.  Working as a solicitor in a prestigious London law firm her career appears to be at a standstill.  Her rather ill-advised affair with her boss isn’t really doing her any good either.  To top it all off Libby has a terrifying encounter in a park late at night with what is presumed to be the Vampire Killer, an evil knife-wielding maniac.  She is lucky to escape but this incident obviously knocks her for six and does nothing for her confidence.

Desperate to pick up the pieces of her life, duty calls Libby to the cells of a Metropolitan police station in the darkest hours of the night.  There Libby meets mysterious and enigmatic stranger Gabriel Radley, a man who is on intimate terms with danger and who somehow manages to escape police custody.  Gabriel is searching for a Stone which he has lost, its value apparently beyond human imagining.

Libby sensing a chance at redemption agrees to help Gabriel find it, but unwittingly plunges headfirst into a series of events that threaten to tear her world apart.  A cult called the Awakened, a gangland thug, a deadly female assassin, a dedicated detective and even the Vampire Killer, all somehow become embroiled in the chase for the Stone and influenced by the elemental force that is Gabriel.  As the death toll rises will the killer be found?

I thought ‘The Sleeping Warrior’ was an absolutely brilliant read.  In fact it was even better than I expected it to be.  Sara Bain definitely tells a good story, so much so that I found myself instantly drawn to it.  I’m not actually a big fan of fantasy but it really worked in this book.

In the first chapter the reader is introduced to Gabriel Radley.  There was certainly a mystery surrounding him and I very was eager to find out what it was.  I think he was really good for Libby and helped her quite a bit.

Some of where the story was set and other areas mentioned in this book aren’t actually far from where I live at all and being that I was already totally engrossed, I found it all a little bit surreal.  It was as if the murders and other events that took place had actually happened.  That wasn’t the case though luckily.  There were a number of unsavoury characters who I really wouldn’t have wanted to meet.

This was an exciting, fast-paced and thrilling story which kept me on tenterhooks.  I’m so glad that I have Sara Bain’s next novel, ‘The Ghost Tree’ to read.

I give this book 5 out of 5.

 

‘The Sleeping Warrior’ is available to buy from:-

Urbane Publications – http://urbanepublications.com/books/the-sleeping-warrior/

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sleeping-Warrior-Sara-Bain/dp/1910692360/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1458252319&sr=1-1

 

Interview with Caroline Mitchell

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I would like to congratulate Caroline Mitchell whose new book, ‘Don’t Turn Around’ is out today.  Caroline has kindly answered some questions for me.

 

How does it feel to have a new book out?

Hi Sonya, thanks for having me. It feels like a dream come true to see the story I carried in my head become something other people can read. I am truly grateful to the people who have helped me bring this to fruition.

 

Can you tell me a bit about ‘Don’t Turn Around’ please?

Don’t Turn Around is a haunting crime thriller, and very different to any other crime book on the market. DC Jennifer Knight works in the sleepy town of Haven with her partner Will. She complains that nothing ever happens, but all of that changes when she discovers a serial killer is on the loose, and they are copying the murders of a killer her mother helped convict when she was just a child. Is a copycat killer on the loose? Or is something far more sinister at play? You’ll have to read the book to find out!

 

Where did you get the idea for your book from?

I work as a full time police officer, and I enjoy bringing my readers into a busy police environment and showing them what it’s like to interview a suspect. I have also experienced real life paranormal activity in my home, and I wrote a book of my experiences called Paranormal Intruder. It made sense when I wrote my first novel that I would infuse my experiences in both the police and paranormal to create a chilling crime thriller. People have told me it’s a fast paced hide-under-the-duvet crime novel so I think it’s worked quite well. 🙂

 

Can you relate to any of your characters?

Unfortunately I’m not an obsessive cleaner like DC Jennifer Knight, but I can relate to her on so many other levels. Working in the police is tiring with very long hours but you never know what each day will bring. I also empathise with Jennifer as she struggles to understand what is going on around her, and does not know who to confide in. I felt like that when strange things started occurring in my home. One minute you’re a capable person, and the next you’re someone who is completely helpless from forces beyond your understanding.

 

Are there any other writing projects on the go?

I absolutely adore writing and I have another crime series in my head that I’m dying to get down on paper. But first I’m finishing off the DC Jennifer Knight series, and book two is set to be very suspenseful. I’ve actually been on edge writing it myself!

 

Did you always want to write?

I was a real daydreamer as a child and English and Art were my favourite subjects in school. However, I never considered actually writing a book until my husband nagged me to tell our true story. After that, I was bit by the writing bug and had to keep going.

 

Has social media been a big help to you?

Oh gosh yes! My first book was self published and did pretty well. Sometimes people email me for advice on getting their book noticed. My advice is to get online and start networking, because you could have the best story in the world, but you’re not going to sell it if nobody knows about it. I feel so fortunate to have met so many new friends through Facebook and Twitter. These are the people that make dreams come true. I cannot thank the wonderful book bloggers, readers and fellow authors enough for their support. (I’m getting all emotional now so I’ll stop here!)

 

Do you have a favourite place in which to write?

It depends on my mood. I’m very fortunate to live near the beach so sometimes I’ll drive down there and sit in the car with my laptop overlooking the sea. I have a nice study, which I recently redecorated. There’s a quote on my chalkboard wall that says ‘it always seems impossible until it’s done.’ I also have nice Buddha’s, candles, and incense. It’s a very inspirational room … when my kids aren’t knocking on the door demanding my time that is!

 

About Caroline Mitchell

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Caroline, a detective, lives with her husband, four children and two dogs in a pretty village on the coast of Essex.

Three years ago, Caroline encountered true paranormal activity from an unknown entity in their home. A writer at heart, Caroline documented her experiences and wrote a book in the hope of helping others. She discovered a passion for writing and based her fiction thrillers on the two subjects she is most passionate about: crime and the paranormal.

 

Follow Caroline on Twitter – @Caroline_writes

Caroline’s Website – http://www.caroline-writes.com

Interview with Karen Magill

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Karen Magill lives in an eclectic area of Vancouver in Canada.  She gets her inspiration from the history and stories around her.  Karen kindly took the time to answer a few questions for my blog.

 

Tell me about the type of books you write.

For my fiction works, I write paranormal. My latest series are paranormal mysteries set in Vancouver that combine historical fact with the fiction. To date, I have four published paranormal books – The Bond, A Paranormal Love Story, Let Us Play, A Rock ‘n Roll Love Story (Mystique Rising in Kindle), Missing Flowers and A Little Poison.

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I have one non-fiction and that book is entitled On The Right Side, My Story of Survival and Success. This one is the story of my journey, so far, with multiple sclerosis.

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Where do you get your ideas from?

Sometimes I can be influenced by a news article or a historical event and then I try to bring in characters and add something paranormal. Just to make it a little more interesting. For On The Right Side, I lived what happened.  When writing it, I consulted two diaries I kept when I was first diagnosed and the book grew from that.

 

What are you working on at the moment?

Besides promoting my books, I am also starting to plan the sequel to Missing Flowers and A Little Poison. That one should be out next year and will be entitled Eden Damned. As well, I am starting a career as a motivational speaker so I am working on speeches, learning PowerPoint and trying to find places I can speak at.

 

Have you got a favourite place where you do your writing?

I recently got a laptop and connected my desktop to my television. I like writing on the desktop now because I have such a big screen! When I write entries for my blog, the Vancouver Vagabond, (http://karen-magill.blogspot.ca) I love it because the photos are so large and clear now.

 

What advice do you have for anyone wishing to pen their first novel?

Just sit down and write and find the system that works best for you. Some people love to plan everything out while others just write. Get it edited again and again. Remember too that your first book may not be worthy of publication but it will be something good for you to do, to learn the discipline of completing a book.

 

Did you always want to be a writer?

I come from a family of writers and ever since I learned to put words together, I have written. I tried many things in the past but something always brought me back to writing. So I guess yes would be the answer.

 

Describe a day in your life. 

Usually I get up and check my email then maybe watch the morning news. I am on disability so I don’t go to a regular job. I spend my days working on promotion or writing or learning. Nothing really exciting.

 

What do you like to do in your spare time?

I like to walk and with my blog, I take photos of Vancouver and historical homes and places. I also enjoy curling up on the sofa and watching a good movie. Which is why I connected my desktop to my television. LOL

 

Karen Magill’s Amazon Page:-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Karen-Magill/e/B003DI10YG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1407444311&sr=1-2-ent

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