Nine by Rachelle Dekker @RachelleDekker @RevellBooks @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours #Ninetour 



Paperback published 1st September 2020 by Revell Books

Paperback 978-0800735968 available to buy on Amazon 

Zoe Johnson spent most of her life living in the shadows, never drawing attention to herself, never investing in people or places. But when a wide-eyed, bedraggled teenager with no memory walks into the diner where Zoe works, everything changes. Now, against her better judgment, Zoe, who has been trying to outrun her own painful memories of the past, finds herself attempting to help a girl who doesn’t seem to have any past at all. The girl knows only one thing: she must reach a woman in Corpus Christi, Texas, hundreds of miles away, before the government agents who are searching for her catch up to them.

Award-winning author Rachelle Dekker throws you into the middle of the action and keeps the pressure on in this page-turning story that, asks Are we who the world says we are–or can we change our story and be something more?

My review 

This story is incredible, it should be made into a film. I was literally holding my breath with the tension at the beginning its so full of scary action, that kept me turning the pages wanting to know what will happen next. With all the scary things that happen, I just simply couldn’t see how this story would be able to have a neat ending. Rachelle Dekker is a gifted storyteller with whole vision of words and page turning scenes characters that grabbed my attention 

This scene is painful and frightening. It all was easy for me to imagine picture the scene and atmosphere, and feeling the fear about what was going to unfold . I wondered where this was leading as Olivia has taken away all of Lucy’s memories for her own protection. Lucy and Olivia are running away from some bad men in a remoteness forest. As the men are approaching their location brave Olivia tells Lucy to run west to Texas to find Summer Wallace her friend, Lucy must tell Summer Wallace, that Olivia has sent her to find the robin. Meanwhile Olivia is going to stay behind while Lucy escapes. Olivia is going to draw all of her strength to try and control the men who are drawing near to her to stop them firing at her, giving Lucy time to head west to find summer Wallace. With Lucy having her memories taken away from her I wondered if Lucy be able to track down Summer Wallace . Unfolding Lucy walks into a diner where Zoe works, can Zoe help Lucy? Reading this paperback Nine, my heart rate must have doubled, it’s quite unlike anything that I have read before. I highly recommend the novel Nine by Rachelle Dekker as its a powerful and delivers taking readers right into the atmosphere!

About Racelle Dekker

Rachelle Dekker is the Christy Award-winning author of The Choosing, The Calling, and The Returning in the Seer series. The oldest daughter of New York Times bestselling author Ted Dekker and coauthor with him of The Girl behind the Red Rope, Rachelle was inspired early on to discover truth through the avenue of storytelling. She writes full-time from her home in Nashville, where she lives with her husband, Daniel, and their son, Jack. Connect with Rachelle at

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Independently published 26th October 2020

ISBN 978682613571 available to buy from Amazon 


Stacked Deck is a supernatural explanation into the darkness recesses of memory for unlikely friends. Told through the eyes of three veterans Will Cameron the introspective English professor and past squad leader, Algernon Carrington III. An u likely private who questions his elite station life and Tran Van Quan . A Buddhist Vietnamese solider and US transplant – The men stumble into a chance meeting that leads down a rabbit hole. Fate threw them together in the midst of the Vietnam war and they survived. When the rest of the squad perished. Now the bell is tolling fate will have its due.

Amidst entertaining philosophical debates. Quest of self-discovery. And a thrilling search for salvation skirting everything from rural America to triad hit men. The truth does not always set you free or keep you alive.

My review 

Fans of Sixth Sense. Slaughterhouse-Five. And Saving Private Ryan will love Stacked Deck. Join the supernatural journey. Read Stacked Deck. The fantastic debut novel of Edwin Clarke. And find out why someone would stencil “Not insane ” across the side of their VW Bus.

As I have read all of Weston Kincade books, this book Stacked Deck grabbed my attention. Edwin Clark has the wow factor making swift action easing the reader straight into the heart of the story. I strongly felt the atmosphere of what being in a war can do to you. In most cases I do expect that people who served in any war will bring home the ghost of from what they have actually accounted during their time in war, which will haunt them for many years to come. 

Will Cameron taught Literature at Carrington College. His job was reading and talking to the living about what the dead had to say in stories about life. But since he had cleaned out his attic of his military items, he often woke in a cold sweat from from dreaming, with every detail vivid. He would dream about men in uniforms with helmets, who carried assault rifles, which were North Vietnamese Army regulars. 

Like we all do think about old friends. Will often thought about his best friend Algernon Carrington lll physicist, colleague, president of Carrington College, his boss and former comrade in arms. Professor Will Cameron and President Algernon Carrington III had both served in the same rifle squad during the second Indochina War. 

While I enjoyed this book, and some other women may do too, I do feel that men readers this is a must read must buy for you all. And if you have served in the war I am convinced that you will totally love this book and understand and have compassion for what the characters are going through. 

Part 1

Chapter 1
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime. Ask the  infantry and ask the dead.”

Ernest Hemingway.


The bedroom was dark and still but for the snoring dog at the foot of the bed. Will Cameron heard the faint, steady breathing of his wife next to him. The alarm clock said 3:30 am. The dream woke him in a cold sweat, every detail vivid. He crouched behind a large oak tree, looking down the barrel of an M16 across a gently sloping ravine. Fallen leaves littered the ground, sugared with a light dusting of snow. Men wafted silent as ghosts down the far side of the slope. He recognized them by their khaki uniforms and bird watcher’s pith helmets. Rather than binoculars, they carried assault rifles. They were North Vietnamese Army regulars, referred to by American soldiers with the acronym NVA, and there were dozens of them. He took aim at one, panned with his sights, and determined they were too many to fight. He chose to lay low and pray they passed him by. The trick had worked before. Then the radio sitting beside him hissed with static. The khaki-clad soldiers turned as one toward the sound and converged on his hiding place.

Will tried to fire, but his finger could not or would not pull the trigger. He knew if he did pull it he would die. He also knew he would surely die if he did not. He knew he could not run and live, and he knew if he did not run he would die. Paralyzed with fear and frozen by indecision, he watched his death glide silently across new snow beneath bare trees.

It was always the same. Not once in thirty years had anything changed. Even while dreaming he knew how it would play out, and he knew he could not alter one iota of it. When his heaving chest stilled, he tried returning to sleep. The recurrent nightmare was his private monster from the Id. It made him angry and ashamed of the power it wielded over him. His pulse raced. Vague shadows rose from black pits in deep recesses of his mind and reached for him. Finally, giving up on sleep, as he always did, he rose quietly for the sake of his sleeping wife and the dog, and because stealth in the dark and hyper-alertness were second nature to him.

The dream came more often now, almost nightly since his wife assigned him to clean out the attic several weeks earlier. It had been a wet, dreary Saturday, a good day for such chores. He was peeking into rows of rough wooden shelves, conflicted over what to discard and what to leave, when he chanced upon a dusty shoe box sealed shut with a strip of masking tape. Within he recognized a collection of faded military ribbons, medals and badges, a Zippo cigarette lighter with the inscription I should have gone to college, the black and white photograph of a smiling young woman, and a set of tarnished dog tags with his name, service number, blood type and religious preference stamped into them. After a quick examination, he taped the lid back on the box and returned it to its dark corner of the attic. That evening, he drank more than usual.

Putting a worn bathrobe over his shivering, damp body, Will moved barefoot and phantom-like through the dark house. You can fear the thing in the in the dark, dark, or you can be the thing in the dark he reminded himself. He turned on the coffee pot in the kitchen, let out the cats and the dog, then slipped into the guest bathroom. The face that looked back from the flat, white light above the mirror startled him. The graying, disheveled hair, crow’s feet, and wrinkles betrayed the passing of years. Only the eyes staring back were unchanged. Bright as emeralds, undimmed by time, but for round irises they could have belonged to a cat. They caused people to look twice at him. Lingering fear, reflected on the rest of his face, was absent from them. They bore fiercely through him, and drove his night fears scurrying into retreat.

He fed the animals, showered, and sat down at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. His wife joined him unexpectedly. She was a slender, elegant woman with raven-wing hair highlighted by a thin, white streak down the left side. But for that and tiny lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth, she could have been twenty rather than fifty. Her maiden name was Thuy Dinh Mai. Mai had known Will for thirty years and been married to him for twenty-five of those. She was the owner and proprietress of a Vietnamese restaurant locally famous for its menu and profitable for a variety of reasons, not all having to do with ethnic cuisine.

She poured a cup of coffee, sat down at the table and said, “Hello, G.I.” She had greeted him with those words in mild derision the day they met. When they met again, some years later, she said them endearingly and had ever since.

“Good morning, dear,” Will replied as he sipped his coffee and smiled. “You’re up early.”

“I heard you rise and could not return to sleep,” she replied.


She shrugged and took a cautious sip from her steaming cup, gazing at him over the rim. “This is a good time, I think, to be awake, when the rest of the world still sleeps. It is a place between waking and sleeping, where the dreams of sleep and the illusions of waking meet a short while, a few heartbeats, then separate. I am rarely up to appreciate it.”

It was unusual for her to speak like that. He glanced out the kitchen window into the darkness beyond and smiled. Mai was the most pragmatic, rational, and unreflective person Will had ever known. He jokingly referred to her as his abacus capitalist, but there were times when she spoke with mystifying insight, more like an oracle than an entrepreneur.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll need to ponder that over another cup of coffee and wait for the illusion of waking to kick in, if you don’t mind.”

Their home was large enough to house a small tribe, but they lived there alone. Their daughter and only child Amy was grown and married with a family of her own. She lived in Singapore and was chief financial officer of her uncle’s business empire. Unlike Will, his women each had a head for business. Both were graduates of excellent Ivy League schools that taught them the fine art of financial book cooking. With her gone, the place was quiet except when they entertained, or the dog barked or the cats fought. Now they sat in silence, sipping coffee and waiting for daylight. When the dog growled at something in the darkness beyond the window, Mai hushed him with a soft rebuke in Vietnamese, and they returned to the moment between things.

Will taught literature at Carrington College. He made a living reading and talking to the living about what the dead had to say in stories about life. The death part precluded most of the authors from participating in the conversations, so the living were left to argue among themselves about what the dead meant. An interesting profession, it generally attracted people only slightly less eccentric than crazy cat ladies and mad scientists. Will was able to make a handsome living doing this because the very rich were able to afford liberal arts educations for their children at expensive and exclusive private colleges. They considered such a rite of passage requisite for inheriting the earth and wielding the scepter of commercial rule over it. Carrington was just such an expensive and exclusive college.

After leisurely finishing their coffee and playing footsies under the table, Will went to get ready for work and Mai retreated to her home office. He stuck his head through the door on his way out. “I’m outta here,” he said. Mai was sitting at her desk. She turned and cast him a wanton glance while pulling a tortoise-shell comb through hair that descended to the middle of her back. Looking at her—even after twenty-five years, he still became short of breath. It was because of her, and only her, that life had meaning for him. Without her, he would have died drunk, alone in an alley, a flophouse, or under a bridge. With her, he was someone he could never have imagined being thirty years earlier. It was as simple as that.

“Have a pleasant day,” she replied. “A kiss please, if you would be so kind.” She always spoke that way, using modifiers like “pleasant” rather than “nice” in correct but non-colloquial ways, in the manner of many fluent but non-native speakers of a language. She rarely used idioms and never contractions. While most people would say something rhetorical like, “It’s a nice day. Isn’t it?” she would say, “It is a pleasant day, is it not?” She spoke French and Mandarin Chinese as correctly as English and Vietnamese.

The kiss took thirty minutes. “We should rise early more often,” she said with a sigh as he left the office, heading through the kitchen and out the garage door to the driveway. He caught the dog trying to chew off the front-left tire of his 1978 Volkswagen Camper Van. “Will, get the hell away from there!” he snapped. Mai had named the dog, Will the Dog. When asked why, she explained like one would to a child, in a tone of soothing sweetness and without batting an eye, “It is so I can summon the two of you while having to speak only once. It is a very efficient way to do things, and efficiency is always good for business.”

Will the Dog never bit the tires on Mai’s red Jaguar convertible. She owned nothing but red Jaguars and traded them in every couple of years. Red Jags were her eccentricity. She refused to drive anything else and only rarely condescended to be a passenger in Will’s van. She was particularly scandalized by what she derisively called the “advertisement” on its doors. Over the years, Mai and many others had grown accustomed to the phrase “Not Insane” stenciled on the van’s passenger doors in large, black letters. If anyone asked what it meant, Will shrugged and said, “It means exactly what it says.” If asked why it was there, he would reply, “Why not?” His tone always precluded further inquiry into the matter. He had become a curiosity of sorts because of his van. The regents considered it an affront to the image of the school. The administration defended it as a harmless oddity. The students and faculty championed it as freedom of expression publicly and joked about it in private. Because Dr. Cameron was admired and respected, no one was willing to take the meaning of the advertisement literally or seriously.

As the ancient van clunked and lurched down the road, Will sipped hot coffee from a battered travel mug and focused on a new rattle coming from the engine compartment. This particular vehicle was his second Not Insane. The first had been a 1960 Volkswagen T1 Camper he bought after his return from Vietnam. He traded his hot rod Chevy SS that had languished in a neighbor’s garage during his tour of duty for it. He got rid of the first Not Insane in 1982, but only after he could see the road passing by through rusted holes in the floorboards and replacement parts became harder to find than a missing sock in the laundry.

A new van had not altered his driving habits. He puttered down the road at sub-light speed, brooding over a lecture and discussion on William Faulkner’s novel Requiem for a Nun he was on his way to present to a cohort of graduate students.

He pondered his favorite Faulkner quotes as he poked through traffic: “The past is never dead. It’s not even past,” he mumbled to himself. I sure as hell hope that’s not true, he thought and sipped some coffee. This was not his favorite Faulkner quote. His favorite was: “Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” The damn clocks can click away from the past and into the future as fast as their little wheels can take them so far as I’m concerned, he mused.

While waiting for a light to change, he thought of his best friend Algernon Carrington III, physicist, colleague, President of Carrington College, his boss, and former comrade in arms. Something Algernon said once after too many beers in the bar of Mai’s restaurant came to mind and pushed Faulkner out.

“Quantum theory,” the scientist had pontificated, “a pillar of modern physics, states that future actions cannot be determined by past events and that the random distribution of sub-atomic particle waves is more or less responsible for the cause-and-effect relationships that create the illusion of an ordered macro universe.”

“Bullshit. The past is prologue,” Will whispered as the light turned green. A car horn tooted behind him, and he moved along.

He next stopped at a crosswalk to let a man in a jogging suit lope across the street while he considered what literary lesson he could glean, relevant to the study of literature, from a science as exotic as physics. Another toot on the horn from the car behind broke his concentration. He noticed the jogger was long gone, so he put the van in gear and moved across the intersection. He smiled and admitted to himself that half the time he did not understand half of what Algernon meant and never had. But being an English professor, he reminded himself, means the search for meaning and relevance in the human story, so I have something interesting to lecture about in class.

He was almost to the campus entrance when he had an epiphany of sorts and became determined to construct his class lecture on the passage of time, quantum particles, the history of storytelling, and other props that might or might not be relevant to Faulkner’s clocks. The freedom to branch off into wild tangents—either rational or irrational so long as they bore even the slightest relationship to the text—was the reason the study of literature appealed to him.

“The ancient bards and poets,” he said to himself, “expressed similar sentiments on scientific theory while sitting around campfires and telling stories millennia before scientists even existed.” Their cause was the will of the gods, and the effect they called destiny, he suddenly thought. None of the characters in their stories had any more choice than subatomic particles as to whether or not they played their parts in the divine comedy of vain and quarrelsome divinities.

Will made a sweeping gesture to emphasize his point and flung coffee halfway across the van. “Whoops!” he mumbled. “That’s called fate,” He sat his cup in the holder and replaced his hand on the steering wheel as coffee trickled slowly down the passenger window. “Fate also creates the illusion of an ordered universe.”

A man in a hurry, driving a new BMW, flipped him off as he gunned the engine and roared around him. Will absently repaid the gesture in kind, and his mind returned to Faulkner.

About author Edwin Clark

Edwin Clark is a native of Settle, Washington, attended the University Washington, George Washington University in Washington DC, and currently resides in yes, Washington County, Virginia. Before coming a teacher, he served in the US Army, the Peac Corps,fought forest fires, worked as a commercial fisherman in Alaska, did some logging, ran a building maintenance business and managed to work his way through College.

These days Ed is a retired English teacher who lives in the Appalachian Mountains of Southwest Virginia with his wife, dog, a six-pack of cats and a couple of adult kids when they come to visit. He likes to hike and fly fish, write haiku, read and write.

To find out more about Edwin Clark and his future projects visit him at

A Princess By Christmas Julia London Blog Tour 


A Princess By Christmas By Julia London 

Paperback published by Mills and Boon 12th November 2020

ISBN   9781848458130

Risking everything for love 

Hollis Honeycutt loves writing her woman’s London Gazette, if only she could cover more interesting topics than the latest curl cream. When rumours of a potential coup are linked to the highest level government in London Hollis is determined to investigate. Almost immediately she spies a man with no business lurking around the peace talks and determines to expose him for the traitor he most certainly must be.

When Weslorian Marek Brendan was fifteen he was shocked to discover he had royal heritage. Hearing rumours of a coupe in his home country he must stop this rebellion before it’s too late. Except his investigation is put at risk by a beautiful women asking questions. Both Marek  and Hollis soon realise they can work together. But when Marek confides his suspicions Hollis loyalties are tested to their limits and she must choose between loyalty to her family, or her heart.

My Review 

I had read The Princess Plan by Julia London but missed the second book A Royal Kiss and Tell, so when I was asked if I would like to review A Princess By Christmas I was pleased to be able to read the third book . The cover is absolutely gorgeous with the lady in an elegant green dress that seems to be clinched in at the waist. Also on the cover I adore the hair up with a few curls hanging down framing her beautiful face on the lady  who must be widow Hollis Honeycutt. 

This a wonderful well written romantic story. 

To widow Hollis, her sister was gorgeous and had a gorgeous life being married and giving birth, with Hollis wanting that kind of life too. Hollis brother had been made an earl. Hollis felt the least important and forgotten, even though she was the author and publisher of the Honetcutt’s Gazette of Fashion and Domestically for Ladies, which was a magazine she put together mostly on her own. 

Lets talk romance!

Part of chapter one

The widow Hollis Honetcutt was in a prickly mood as she waited admittance at the gates of St James Palace. For one thing, she was standing in the middle of a throng of gentlemen, all of them chatting quite loudly in various Languages, without any regard for other conversations occurring nearby. A warm blooded woman of a certain age missing her late husband could have been intoxicaticated by the scents of citrus and tobacco that seemed to follow so many men about, but Hollis didn’t care for all that privileged masculinity pressing up against all her femininity. It was as if they didn’t sense how their bodies fit into crowded spaces they kept bumping into her, tossing their causal pardons at her. 

I would like to thank Mils and Boon very much for sending me the paperback A Princess by Christmas to read and review and for very kindly offering me a place on the blog tour.

About author Julia London 

Julia London is the New York Times and USA Today best selling author of more than two dozen romantic fiction novels. She is the author of the popular historical romance series, the Cabot Sisters, including The Trouble with Honor, The Devil Takes a Bride, and The Scoundrel and the Debutante. She is also the author of several contemporary romances, including Homecoming Ranch, Return to Homecoming Ranch, and The Perfect Homecoming. 

Julia is the recipient of the RT Bookclub Award for Best Historical Romance and a six-time finalist for the prestigious RITA award for excellence in romantic fiction. 

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Paperback published by Moonflower Publishing 3rd November 2020

ISBN   978-1838237417 

Gray Langtry’s life turned upside down the day her mother became prime minister. Pursued by paparazzi and surrounded by bodyguards. She longs to be normal. But normal is over.

After a wild night with friends is captured by tabloid photographs. Grey is grounded at number 10 Downing Street. To pass the time, she explores the secret government tunnels beneath the famous building. There, she overhears a plot to kill her mother and replace her with a new leader more friendly to Russia.

She’s determined to prevent the assassination. But she has no proof. It’s her word against there’s. And time is running out.


Don’t miss this thrilling new Number 10 book from author C.J. Daughterty. He is one of the Uk’s most critically acclaimed teen authors returns with a new novel set in the world of her hugely popular Night School series. His bestselling Night School books have sold over 1.5 million copies and have been translated into 25 languages. Number 10 launches in the UK, USA, France, Germany, Spain, Israel, Latin America. Number 10 will be enjoyed by fans of Suzanne Collins, Cassandra Clare and Holly Black. 


Number 10 tells the spinetingling stiry of 16 -year-old Gray Langtry, the daughter of the UK’s female prime minster, who is about to get in way over her head.

After a wild night with friends is splashed across the tabloids, Gray is grounded for two weeks at Number 10 Downing Street, no if no buts.

Left alone one night, with her mother at an important meeting, Gray discovers a secret network of government tunnels leading from 10 Downing Street to the Houses of Parliament and beyond. What starts as a bit of fun, suddenly gets serious, when Gray stumbles across a secret late night cabinet meeting and overhears what sounds like a Russian-led plot to kill her mother.

Wasting no time, she rushes back to i form her mother’s security detail, but with no proof of what she heard, no one will believe a wayward teenager. Now, it’s up to Gray to break out of Number 10 and warn her mother before it’s too late.

With the help of her best friend Chloe and love interest Jake McIntyre who just happens to be the son of the leader of the opposition will she make it in time to save her mother? And what will she have to sacrifice I the process?


Grey froze. Oh right she said. So, where should I go instead? I’m supposed to have a new security team or something. But I don’t know who.

Julia tilted her head. Come with me.

The two of them walked down a long hallway, threading through a throng of incoming workers. They hadn’t gone far, before Julia opened an unmarked door on the left, revealing a flight of stairs leading down. This way. Grey paused. The air coming up from the steps was cool and musty. The light flickered unsteadily.if there was one thing she’d learned during her brief time here, it was that number 10 was a maze. It looked small from the outside like a normal townhouse on a posh street. In reality, it was absolutely enormous.There were many ways in and out. She’d used quite a few,but she’d never noticed this door before. She followed the security guard down. This staircase was old. The walls were scuffed, the paint peeled in places. At the bottom, they entered another long corridor.Gray looked around curiously. There were no signs saying what the area was used for, or who, if anyone, worked down here, but Julia seemed to know her way. She moved so quickly Gray had to hurry to keep up. Where are wiz? Gray asked. Julia shot her a sideways glance. Shortcut. Gray didn’t give up. I can see that. But where? Slowed down. When she spoke, her voice was low.These tunnels connect government buildings to each other. They are top secret. Most of the people who work in those buildings don’t even know they’re here. 


Night School 

Night School Legacy 

Night School Fracture 

Night School Resistance 

Night School Endgame 

The Secret Fire 

The Secret City 


The Echo Killing 

A Beautiful Corpse 

Revolver Road 


Daughterty’s storytelling brims with gusto. Tremendous fun. Financial Times 

The most exciting teen book series to hit our shelves in ages. Teen Now 

If you are a fan of teen romance mixed with mystery and lots of twists and turns then this is for you. Maximum Pop!

A clever and involving thriller never less than believeable. Books for Keeps 

St Trinian’s tinged with a murderous streak. Closer

I would like to thank Bei for sending me an early proof copy and for very kindly inviting me to take part in this blog tour.


International bestselling author CJ Daugherty is a former newspaper reporter and crime writer. Her Night School series has been translated into 24 languages, and has been a bestseller in multiple countries. She also writes The Echo Killing crime series under the name Christi Daugherty. 

Find out more on her website: on and on Twitter:

The Package Sebastian Fitzek Blog Tour 

The Package by Sebastian Fitzek 

Hardback published by Head of Zeus 12th November 2020

Hardback ISBN 9781838934477

Paperback 4th February 2021 ISBN 9781838934491

All you’ve done is taken in a parcel for a neighbour. You have no idea what you’ve let into your home.

Emma’s the one that got away.

The only survivor of a killer known in the tabloids as the barber because of the trophies he has taken from his victims.

Or she thinks she was.

The police aren’t convinced. Nor is her husband. She never even saw her tormentor properly,but now she recognises him in every man.

Questioning her sanity, she gives up her job as a doctor in the local hospital and retreats from the world. It’s better to stay at home. Quite. Anonymous. Safe. He won’t find her here.

And all she did was take a parcel for a neighbour.

She has no idea what she’s let into her home.

My review 

This is the first breathtaking thriller that I have read by Sebastian Fitzek. The memories of this book stayed with me long after I finished, as the thought of staying in a hotel where you think you are safe, but for Dr Emma Stein staying in her hotel , she’s about to have a chillingly nightmare stay .

Dr Emma Stein is a psychiatrist and pregnant. She decided to stay the night at Berlins newest five star hotel, with turning off the TV as a newsreader began to report the Police have issued a warning about a serial killer. 

The story starts to get a little bit creepy with written letters across the steam bathroom mirror GET OUT BEFORE ITS TOO LATE! 

Emma was raped in her room with the attacker shaving disastrously all her hair off.  

When she is asked to take in a parcel for neighbour its for someone it’s not a name she recognised, as she knew everyone in her small cul-de-sac , but has never heard off the name on the package. She shouldn’t have signed for it or have took it in and she definitely shouldn’t open it. 

The biggest question is who was it that sedated her and raped her before dragging her body out of the hotel? In the final part I was surprised to find out why this twisted person had put Emma through this tragic ordeal. With the Man giving his reasons why he did that to Emma, I personally didn’t see that it made any sense why someone would go to the lengths of doing such a thing to poor Emma. But that’s what makes this book book a success is the danger, the events and the why’s.

I would like to thank Head of Zeus for sending me a limited edition proof paperback to read and review and for very kindly inviting me to be part of the blog tour.

About author Sebastian Fitzek 

Sebastian Fitzek is Germany’s most successful author of psychological thrillers. His books have sold 11 million copies, been translated into more than twenty-four languages and are the basis for international cinema adaptations and theatre adaptations. Sebastian Fitzek was the first German author to be awarded the European prize for Criminal Literature. He lives with his family in Berlin. 

Christmas on the Home Front Annie Clarke 


Christmas on the Home Front Factory Girls Book 4 
Paperback published by arrow books 29th October 2020

Paperback ISBN.  9781787462601

Tis the reason for friendship and family.

October 1942: As Christmas approaches, the evacuees decide a pantomime is just what the village of Massingham needs.

Viola loves her new job away from the factory, and hopes that her romance with the handsome Ralph might have a happy ending. Meanwhile, married life is proving tough for Fran and Davey as they are forced apart by war work and an unexpected arrival on her doorstep turns her world upside down.

Following her husband’s shock confession, Beth finally feels as though she’s regaining control of her life, that is until he turns up . . .

A lot can happen on the home front, but Christmas is a time for family and friends, and the factory girls will do everything they can to ensure this year’s celebration is one to remember. 

My review

Christmas on the Home Front is the fourth novel by Annie Clarke, it’s wonderfully uplifting Factory Girls series about three women working in a munitions factory during World War 2.  Books by Annie Clarke are perfect for fans of Elaine Everest. As I like reading books by Elaine Everest, I found my self easily glued to my first book that I have read by Annie Clarke Christmas on the Home Front. 

Part of chapter one page 5 &6 

The girls copied Mrs Hall, first making a slip stitch onto a needle, then winding the wool around their thumbs, while Sarah muttered, But that’s all very well, Mrs Hall,for though Eva’s got us down as certainties, we still haven’t Mrs Hall continued to cast on and rode over her. Agreement’s nowt to do with owt, our Sarah and it’ll be good for you all to be involved in a party. And you know you want to send Melaine off nicely, for we’ll all miss her. They came as a pack, those barns. 

And as one, Sarah laughed. Mrs Hall nodded. That’s about right, little devils, but really it will for you all. For a start,it’ll take Fran’s mind of Davey, and calm Beth’s rage when she gets to thinking about her Bob and that divorce he wants. And let’s not miss you out Sarah, still swooning over our Stan,though you’ve been married, what, over seven months? If he’s busy at the Hall after his shift, sorting the tree or what ever else Nairn decrees, then you’ll be there, so might as well give you something to do. 

Concentrate, Fran. Dig that needle into the wool round your thumb, now you’ve finally made your slip knot. By, look st that pigs ear never seen such a do over a bitty cast n stitch.

Annie Clarke has 4 books in the Home Front saga series. 

 Book 1. Girls on the Home Front 

  Book 2. Heros on the Home Front
  Book 3. Wedding Bells on the Home Front

   Book 4. Christmas on the Home Front 

Annie Clarke’s roots are dug deep into the North East. She draws inspiration from her mother, who was born in a County Durham pit village during the First World War, and went on to become a military nurse during World War Two. Annie and her husband now live a stone’s throw from the pit village where her mother was born. She has written frequently about the North East in novels which she hopes reflect her love and respect for the region’s lost mining communities.

Annie has four adult children and four granddaughters, who fill her and her husband’s days with laughter, endlessly leading these two elders astray.

Veil of Secrets by G.A. Charnock @gacharnock @lovebooksgroup #lovebookstours 


Veil of Secrets by G.A Charnock paperback published 30th August 2020

Paperback ISBN 978-1916239906

Everybody has a past. Some just don’t know what it is yet…Alice has long been intrigued by the couple she serves in Amo Mangiare every Friday.
There’s an unsettling tension between multi-millionaire businessman, Victor Davies, and his glamorous companion that she can’t put her finger on. So when she receives a hand-written cry for help from the mysterious Eva, Alice knows she can’t ignore it.

As events and coincidences conspire to lure her deeper into Victor’s territory – a strangely bewitching world full of luxury, intrigue and unanswered questions – Alice is never sure who she can trust.                                                                                 

But it’s only when Alice’s past comes calling and a long-buried secret is finally unearthed, that she must confront the ultimate truth.

You can never escape your destiny…


France 1716

Genevieve steadied herself against the cold marble of the mantlepiece

“I’m tired of this, Gabriel. I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

She closed her eyes, her throat tightening as the words tumbled freely at last.

” Do what exactly my dear?”he huffed, looking out onto the sprawling landscape garden of the estate. “A bit of a high-society mingling and some needlepoint? Of course, there’s your reading-” he paused clasping his hands behind his back, -“and the painting lessons…”

He turned towards her; the first eye contact they’d made since she entered the room. “They’re becoming a lot more frequent these days aren’t they?” He shot her a cold, hard stare. She brushed an invisible fleck dirt from her dress, trying desperately to conceal the fluster in her cheeks.

“Yes it’s a passion of mine now – I don’t deny it.” The quiver in her voice all but negated the conviction. Her heart pounded as her eyes slid to the elaborate carvings on the fortepiano in the corner.

“I don’t doubt it for a second.” His thick heels clicked sharply on the polished wood as he marched towards her. She flinched as he swooped in, the coarse fibres of his blonde wig scratching her ear.

“As long as you keep it a secret Genvieve. I’m afraid I don’t do public humiliation very well.

Veil of Secrets comes highly recommended, so don’t miss this clever, brilliant story with 330 pages involving romance and time travel.

I would like to say a huge thank you to Kelly Lacey @lovebooksgroup and the author G.A. Charnock for sending me Veil of Secrets to read and review and for Kelly Lacey for very kindly inviting me to take part in the blog tour.

About author G.A. Charnock

I’m a debut author who’s just released the first book in her ‘Secrets of the Veil’ series. I currently juggle running the family business with raising 3 kids – and trying to snatch the time to write, of course! From the age of 8 tennis was my life, resulting in various caps for representing Scotland and Britain, however, I gave it all up to get married and become a journalist! I am currently writing the sequel to’ Veil of Secrets’. 

J.K.Rowling Harry Potter Complete Collection 7 Book Set

J.K. Rowling Harry Potter Complete Collection 7 Book Set published by Bloomsbury publishing

Available from

J.K. Rowling Harry Potter Complete Collection 7 Book Set – Fiction – Paperback – J.K. Rowling

£29.99  ISBN 9781408856772

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This is a must buy for Christmas for any Harry Potter fan. As you can see from my photos I’m a big Harry Potter fan and I just couldn’t resist having this fabulous collection in this beautiful well designed book collection box. Each book is cover is absolutely stunning. Inside the book it has wonderful coloured illustrations of the other books in the series from the 7 book collection. What I absolutely loved and reading each book is that they are  much shorter than than any other versions. I was extremely pleased with how quick books2door sent my collection to me and how carefully they packed my heavy collection book set.

This magnificent shorter easy to read collection Includes:

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Turning over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

‘There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year.’

Prisoner of Azkaban

‘Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go.’

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

‘There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess – their daring – their powers of deduction – and, of course, their ability to cope with danger.’

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

‘You are sharing the Dark Lord’s thoughts and emotions. The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue. He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord.’

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

There it was, hanging in the sky above the school: the blazing green skull with a serpent tongue, the mark Death Eaters left behind whenever they had entered a building… wherever they had murdered…

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

‘Give me Harry Potter,’ said Voldemort’s voice, ‘and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded.’

Paris by Starlight Robert Dinsdale



Hardback published by Del Ray 5th November 2020

Every city has its own magic.

Every night on their long journey to Paris from their troubled homeland, Levon’s grandmother has read to them from a very special book. Called The Nocturne, it is a book full of fairy stories and the heroic adventures of their people who generations before chose to live by starlight.

And with every story that Levon’s grandmother tells them in their new home, the desire to live as their ancestors did grows. And that is when the magic begins…

Nobody can explain why nocturnal water dogs start appearing at the heels of every citizen of Paris-by-Starlight like the loyal retainers they once were. There are suddenly night finches in the skies and the city is transforming: the Eiffel Tower lit up by strange ethereal flowers that drink in the light of the moon.

But not everyone in Paris is won over by the spectacle of Paris-by-Starlight. There are always those that fear the other, the unexplained, the strangers in our midst. How long can the magic of night rub up against the ordinariness of day? How long can two worlds occupy the same streets and squares before there is an outright war? 

My review 

Paris by Starlight by author Robert Dinsdale is the bestselling novel of The Toy Makers that was his first venture into magic. Paris by Starlight is a warm-hearted and beautiful a very well written adult fairytale full of fantasy and magic. 

Paris by Starlight is a beautiful tale of love and acceptance set in a magical yet familiar Paris. It’s just the perfect book to curl up with during our miserable winter. Paris by Starlight would make a welcome gift. The beginning threw me straight into the book. 

Esme is forbidden to open her bedroom shutters, that her father built to block out the night. The stories Esme loves are the ones her father tells her each night aren’t they full to bursting with courageous girls doing forbidden things? With Esme ‘s father telling her once upon a time stories this reminded me of when I was a little girl and my late father told me once upon a time fairytale stories, until I fell off to sleep. 

You can tell how talented this author is when he sets character Levon in an uncertain voice to tell a story. Levon began in English to start the story…..Past the forests of midnight, so the old stories say, a boy lived alone where the dark magic held sway. He’d been vilified, exiled, spat on and stoned for he was a pauper, who just hadn’t known, that pauper can’t ask for the hand of a queen, that a pauper must live life unheard and unseen. So they’d driven him off from our glittering tide, to an anchorage deep in the radiant wild.

This is not how it was, in that time long ago. We were bravest k then. We were nobel and bold. So the start of this tale is a terrible thing a lost, lonely pauper, who couldn’t be King.

Come sail with me, come sail with me, out across the land locked sea.

Isabelle had heard this tale before it was one of Maia’s favourites, the story of the boy who fell in ove with the moon.

Paris in Starlight will appeal to fans of Robert’s previous novels like The Toymaker. And if you haven’t read any of his previous novels like me, you will enjoy Paris by Starlight. 

I would like to thank penguin random house fir sending me this amazing hardback to read and review.

About author Robert Dinsdale 

Robert Dinsdale was born in North Yorkshire and currently lives in Leigh-On -Sea. He is the author of three previous critically acclaimed novels. 


His bestselling novel THE TOYMAKERS was his first venture into magic.

Psychiatrist in the Chair the Official Biography of Anthony Clare by Brendan Kelly and Muiris Houston Blog Tour 


Psychiatrist in the Chair: The Official Biography of Anthony Clare by Brendan Kelly and Muiris Houston

Hardback published in large print Merrion Press 5th November  2020

ISBN 978-1785373299

Born in Dublin in 1942, Anthony Clare was the best known psychiatrist of his generation. His BBC Radio 4 show, in the psychiatrist’s chair which ran from 1982 to 2001, brought him international fame and changed the nature of broadcast interviews forever. Famous interviewees included Stephen Fry, Anthony Hopkins, Spike Millligan, Maya Angelou and Jimmy Savile, each of whom yielded to Clare’s inimitable gentle yet probing style.

Clare made unique contributions to the demystification and practice of psychiatry, most notably through his classic book Psychiatry in Dessent 1976. This book, the first, official biography of this much loved figure, examines the man behind these achievements: the debater and the doctor, the writer and the broadcaster, the public figure and the family man. Using extensive public and family records, and new interviews with family, friends and colleagues, the author asks: Who was Anthony Clare, really? Was there just one Anthony Clare, or many? What drove him? And what is to be learned from his life, his career, and his unique, sometimes controversial legacy to our understanding of the mind? 

This book is published on the anniversary of Anthony Clare ‘s death on the 28th October 2007, this is the remarkable story of a remarkable person. This is a compelling story of the psychiatrist who made discussions about mental health mainstream.

My review 

I was hooked into this book.

The interview 

Who Was Anthony Clare? 

It was the first interview that I got me hooked into this book with in August 1996, BBC Radio 4 Anthony Clare interviewed Uri Geller, the Israeli magician, psychic and spoon-bending illusionist. Geller had done thousands of interviews. But this interview was different. This time Geller was interviewed by Irish psychiatric Anthony Clare who had an extraordinary gift for communication, exceptional well within human psychology and human behaviour. Uri Geller recounted tales of his extraordinary childhood and dramatic life spy along with his ability to bend spoons and read people’s minds to Anthony Clare. But Anthony Clare didn’t know what to believe. 

The interview 

Anthony Clare: And what is your explanation? Do you know how it’s done? If it’s not magic, how is it done?

Uri Geller: I have no explanation.

This was gripping radio, elegant, erudite, entertaining. It helped that Anthony Clare was clearly impressed by Uri Geller and that he could bend keys with his mind. But the real magic came from Anthony Claire’s openness to Geller’s performance and persona, Anthony Clare’s willingness to express his bafflement at what he saw, and Anthony Clare’s endless curiosity about people not only about people who could bend spoons with their minds, but about everyone whom Anthony Clare encountered in his media and medical careers. 

The book is delightful with Anthony Clare’s to question all sorts of people like Uri Geller, Ann Widdecombe and many more interesting 

This is a lovely book also takes readers through his Anthony Clare’s childhood and Education. There some special photographs of Anthony Clare with his family and his wife.

The Contents of Chapters

1. Who Was Anthony Clare?

2. The Making of a Pyschiarist (1966-76

3. Writer: Pyschiatry in Dissent (1976)

4. Psychiatrist, Scientist, Professor (1976-89)

5. Broadcaster: In the Psychiatrist’s Chair (1982-2001)

6. Return to Ireland (1989)

7.Work, Life and the Crisis in Masulinity (1989-2007)

8. The Psychiatrist in the Chair 

October 2007

About the authors

Brendan Kelly is Professor of Psychiatry at Trinity College Dublin, Editor-in-Chief of the International Journal of Law and Psychiatry and author of Hearing Voices: The History of Psychiatry in Ireland (IAP, 2016) and Coping with Coronavirus (Merrion Press, 2020).Muiris Houston is a medical writer and health strategist, a specialist in occupational medicine, Adjunct Professor of Narrative Medicine at Trinity College Dublin, and writer-in-residence at Evidence Synthesis Ireland, at the National University of Ireland, Galway. He is a columnist with the Medical Independent and The Irish Times. Muiris is a graduate of Trinity College Dublin and the University of Sydney. He is an honorary fellow of the faculty of pathology of the Royal College of Physicians in Ireland.

Muiris Houston is a medical writer and health strategist, a specialist in occupational medicine, adjunct Professor of Narrative Medicine at Trinity College Dublin, and writer in residence at Evidence Synthesis Ireland, at the National University of Ireland, Galway. He is a columnist with the Medical Independent and The Irish Times. Muiris is a graduate of Trinity College Dublin and the University of Sydney. He is an honorary fellow of the faculty of pathology of the Royal College of Physicians in Ireland.