~September Book Haul~

Hi everyone,

It’s BOOK HAUL time!!!!!! 🙂

For any of you who don’t know, this is where I list the books that have made Bibliophile Book Club their new home in the previous month. The books are usually bought books (a LOT of bought books), ARC’s sent from publishers, Netgalley review books and just basically any books I get go on here.

I’ve been really good again this month, restrained even. I am trying to pull down my TBR a little, because I have so much to read. But there are just so many good books out there that of course some are going to get picked up! Here’s what I got in September:

  1. The Child Finder by Rene Denfeld
  2. This Mortal Coil by Emily Suvada (Read and LOVED this one!)
  3. Replica by Lauren Oliver
  4. Home by Harlan Coben
  5. Shadow Man by Cody McFayden
  6. The Euthanist by Alex Dolan
  7. You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott
  8. Purged by Peter Laws
  9. Dead is Good by Jo Perry
  10. Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames
  11. Darien: Empire of Salt by C. F. Iggulden
  12. Unwanted by Kristina Ohlsson
  13. Revenger by Alastair Reynolds
  14. Glass Sword by Victoria Aveyard
  15. There Was A Crooked Man by Cat Hogan (Read that review HERE)
  16. Before It’s Too Late by Sara Driscoll (Reviewed here)
  17. Stranger by David Bergen
  18. Seventeen by Hideo Yokoyama
  19. The Tethered Mage by Melissa Caruso
  20. Senlin Ascends by Josiah Bancroft
  21. Anything You Do Say by Gillian McAllister
  22. Fresh Complaint by Jeffrey Eugenides
  23. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater
  24. That Night by Chevy Stevens
  25. Last Christmas in Paris by Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb
  26. Godsgrave by Jay Kristoff
  27. The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton
  28. The Confession by Jo Spain
  29. Murder Game by Caroline Mitchel

I’m really quite pleased with how low these hauls are getting. I added up all of the books I’ve gotten since February 1st to today, and I’ve got 283 books added to my TBR shelves. Now some of the 283 have been read, as there would be Netgalley books and review copies, but I’ve only read 145 books so far this year, Then again, that’s not bad going either!

Here’s a collage of the books I read in September:

 

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And here are some of the lovely books I got last month:

 

So, there you have my September book haul. Have you read any of these books? Do let me know in the comments below…

It’s October now, which means new kindle deals, so I’m off to Amazon to get October’s book haul started… 🙂

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee x

 

Before Its Too Late by Sara Driscoll

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About the book:

Somewhere in the Washington, D.C., area, a woman lies helpless in a box. Beneath the earth. Barely breathing. Buried alive. In Quantico, the FBI receives a coded message from the woman’s abductor. He wants to play a game with them: decipher the clues, find the grave, save the girl. The FBI’s top cryptanalysts crack the code and Special Agent Meg Jennings and her K-9 partner, Hawk, scramble to the scene of the crime. Cryptic clues lead them astray and by the time they solve the puzzle, it’s too late. But the killer’s game is far from over . . .

Soon another message arrives. Another victim is taken, and the deadly pattern is repeated—again and again. Each kidnapping triggers another desperate race against time, each with the possibility of another senseless death. That’s when Meg decides to try something drastic. Break the Bureau’s protocol. Bring in her brilliant sister, Cara, a genius at word games, to decipher the kidnapper’s twisted clues. Meg knows she’s risking her career to do it, but she’s determined not to let one more person die under her and Hawk’s watch. If the plan fails, it could bite them in the end. And if it leads to the killer, it could bury them forever . . .

Out now, click HERE to get your copy!

My thoughts:

I am delighted to be sharing my review for Before It’s Too Late by Sara Driscoll today, especially as it’s publication day! Having read and enjoyed the first book, Lone Wolf (read that review HERE), I was thrilled to be asked to read and review the second in the series.

In Before It’s Too Late, we are back with Meg and Hawk as they are tasked with investigating a perpetrator that uses coded messages and mind games that leave Meg and her team in a race against the clock to find the victims before they die.

I am a huge fan of American-based crime thrillers, and these books definitely satisfy my appetite. Packed with action, a wonderful cast of characters and plenty to keep my mind working overtime, Before It’s Too Late has everything I look for.

I don’t want to go into detail on the plot. It is so well written, evokes emotion in the reader and it is fraught with tension so that every turn of the page left me wondering what was going to happen next.

The characters are all brilliant. Yes, that includes the perpetrator of the crimes. Horrendous as they are, it’s still really interesting to read about them and their motives. Meg and her team have a great camaraderie in this book. We also get a little more input from her sister, Cara, and Clay McCord, a reporter. I love the K-9 aspect too, as it isn’t something you read about too often.

Before It’s Too Late is a great read. It is full of action and it will definitely keep you turning the pages!

Highly recommended!

2018 Watchlist: If I Die Before I Wake by Emily Koch 


About the book:

HOW DO YOU SOLVE YOUR OWN MURDER? Everyone believes Alex is in a coma, unlikely to ever wake up. As his family debate withdrawing life support, and his friends talk about how his girlfriend Bea needs to move on, he can only listen. But Alex soon begins to suspect that the accident that put him here wasn’t really an accident. Even worse, the perpetrator is still out there and Alex is not the only one in danger. As he goes over a series of clues from his past, Alex must use his remaining senses to solve the mystery of who tried to kill him, and try to protect those he loves, before they decide to let him go. 

My thoughts:

I know I said I’m taking a break, and I am. But I couldn’t wait to get my thoughts out on If I Die Before I Wake. 

IIDBIW is billed as a psychological mystery, and it is, but it is so much more too. 

When we meet Alex, he’s lying in a hospital bed, with all those around him believing he’s in a coma. Yet he can still hear, and feel, and think for himself. He just can’t move. He is trapped in his own body. 

We see everything from Alex’s perspective, and along with him, we learn that his climbing accident may have been something more sinister. As his visitors come and go, we all learn a little bit more about them all and how they fit into Alex’s life before the fall.

If I Die Before I Wake is a very clever novel. I loved the fact that the main character was male, as it’s not the usual thing in the psychological thriller genre lately. The narrative is brilliantly told, and with each new piece of information gleaned, the tension rises.

I found myself unable to put the book down. So much so that I read almost all of it in one day. Today, in fact. The characterisation is excellent. We learn a little about everyone. Family members, friends, their various experiences. All of this lends itself really well to how I felt about Alex. I was rooting for him from the very beginning. Willing him to move, to talk, to do anything.

I loved how the author built tension throughout the book. More than once I had to remind myself to relax. I was getting so caught up in the story that my body was rigid! It also makes the reader feel a range of emotions for all of those involved too. 

Compulsive, engaging and thoroughly gripping, If I Die Before I Wake is most certainly a book to watch out for in 2018. I can’t wait to see where this author goes next!

Highly recommended!

~Blog Tour Ellen’s Review~ The Kindred Killers by Graham Smith @GrahamSmith1972 @Bloodhoundbook

Hi everyone,

Today is Ellen’s turn to take part in the blog tour for The Kindred Killers, and I’ll be sharing her review with you in a bit, but here’s the all-important bookish information first!

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About the book:

Jake Boulder’s help is requested by his best friend, Alfonse, when his cousin is crucified and burned alive along with his wife and children. As Boulder tries to track the heinous killer, a young woman is abducted. Soon her body is discovered and Boulder realises both murders have something unusual in common.

With virtually no leads for Boulder to follow, he strives to find a way to get a clue as to the killer’s identity. But is he hunting for one killer or more?

After a young couple are snatched in the middle of the night the case takes a brutal turn. When the FBI are invited to help with the case, Boulder finds himself warned off the investigation. When gruesome, and incendiary, footage from a mobile phone is sent to all the major US News outlets and the pressure to find those responsible for the crimes mounts. But with the authorities against him can Boulder catch the killer before it’s too late?

Get your copy HERE!

About the author:

A time served joiner Graham has built bridges, houses, dug drains and slated roofs to make ends meet. Since Christmas 2000 he has been manager of a busy hotel and wedding venue near Gretna Green, Scotland.

An avid fan of crime fiction since being given one of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books at the age of eight, he has also been a regular reviewer and interviewer for the well-respected website Crimesquad.com since 2009

He is the author of four books featuring DI Harry Evans and the Cumbrian Major Crimes Team and now two books in the crime series featuring Utah doorman, Jake Boulder.

Links:

https://www.facebook.com/grahamnsmithauthor/?fref=ts

https://www.grahamsmithauthor.com/

https://twitter.com/GrahamSmith1972?lang=en-gb

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Graham-Smith/e/B006FTIBBU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1491159376&sr=8-1

Ellen’s Review:

Watching the Bodies was one of my top reads of 2017 so I jumped at the chance to review the next in this new series from Graham Smith! It was fantastic to get reacquainted with Jake Boulder and his particular brand of law enforcement.

Jake is really pushed to the limits this time when he is involved in a spate of what appear to be hate crimes in his hometown. The first of these are close to home as the victims are relatives of Alfonse; Jake’s friend and sometime business partner. Now I’m a pretty hard-core reader when it comes to gruesome deaths and torture but even my stomach of steel rolled at some of the murder methods described. It was a difficult read in places but only highlighted what is sadly occurring in the world right now to some extent and I think we all need a dose of reality with our fiction to keep it current.

 

In The Kindred Killers we get a little more understanding of how Jake is made up thanks to his psychologist Dr Edwards; I loved their relationship and how Dr Edwards traded his insight on the case with Jake in return for answers on his personal issues. It was also nice to see Jake finally (possibly,maybe!?) settling down with someone, much to the chagrin of book bloggers around the world who hold him dear as their fictional love interest!

 

Although this is the second in the series it could be read as a standalone but why deny yourself the joy of Jake!? Five shiny stars from me and I look forward to the next!

Make sure to catch up with the blog tour:

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An extract from The Scarred Woman by Jussi Adler-Olsen

Hi everyone,

Today is publication day for Jussi Adler-Olsen’s The Scarred Woman and I’m delighted to be able to share an excerpt with you all. First though, here’s the all-important bookish information!

About the book:

 

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The New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of The Keeper of Lost Causes delivers his most captivating and suspenseful Department Q novel yet—perfect for fans of Stieg Larsson. 
 
Detective Carl Mørck of Department Q, Copenhagen’s cold cases division, meets his toughest challenge yet when the dark, troubled past of one of his own team members collides with a sinister unsolved murder.

In a Copenhagen park the body of an elderly woman is discovered. The case bears a striking resemblance to another unsolved homicide investigation from over a decade ago, but the connection between the two victims confounds the police. Across town a group of young women are being hunted. The attacks seem random, but could these brutal acts of violence be related? Detective Carl Mørck of Department Q is charged with solving the mystery.
 
Back at headquarters, Carl and his team are under pressure to deliver results: failure to meet his superiors’ expectations will mean the end of Department Q. Solving the case, however, is not their only concern. After an earlier breakdown, their colleague Rose is still struggling to deal with the reemergence of her past—a past in which a terrible crime may have been committed. It is up to Carl, Assad, and Gordon to uncover the dark and violent truth at the heart of Rose’s childhood before it is too late.

You can grab your copy by clicking HERE!

About the author:

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Jussi Adler-Olsen is Denmark’s #1 crime writer and a New York Times bestselling author. His books, including the Department Q series, routinely top the bestseller lists in Europe and have sold more than fifteen million copies around the world. His many prestigious Nordic crime-writing awards include the Glass Key Award, also won by Henning Mankell, Jo Nesbø, Stieg Larsson, and Peter Høeg.

 

Excerpt:

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Tuesday, April 26th, 2016

As always, her face bore traces of the night before. Her skin was dry,
and the dark circles under her eyes were more pronounced than they’d
been when she went to bed.
Denise sneered at her reflection in the mirror. She had now spent
an hour on damage control, but it was never good enough.
“You look and smell like a hooker,” she said, mimicking her grandmother’s
voice as she applied her eyeliner one more time.
In the studio apartments around her, the noise signaled that the
other tenants were waking up and that it would soon be evening
again. It was a well-known cacophony of sounds: the chinking of bottles,
the knocking on doors to bum cigarettes, and the constant traffic
to and from the run- down toilet with shower that the contract described
as exclusive.
The small society of Danish outcasts from one of the darker streets
of Frederiksstaden was now set in motion for yet another evening
with no real purpose.
After turning around a few times, she stepped toward the mirror
to inspect her face close-up.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” She
laughed with an indulgent smile as she caressed her reflection with her
fingertips. She puckered her lips, let her fingers slide up her hips, over
her breasts, up to her neck, and into her hair. She picked some fluff
from her angora blouse and dabbed a little foundation on a couple of
insufficiently covered blemishes on her face before stepping back with
satisfaction. Her plucked and painted eyebrows, together with
NeuLash- enhanced eyelashes, added to her overall appearance. The
makeup, paired with the glow of her irises, gave her a more intense
look, adding with ease an extra element of aloofness.
In other words, she was ready to take on the world.
“I’m Denise,” she practiced saying, tensing her throat. It was as
deep as her voice could be.
“Denise,” she whispered, slowly parting her lips and letting her
chin drop toward her chest. The result was fantastic when she adopted
this attitude. Some might interpret her look as submissive, but it was
exactly the opposite. Wasn’t it precisely at this angle that the
hotspots—a woman’s eyelashes and pupils—best caught the attention
of those around her?
Totally in control. She nodded, screwing the lid of her face cream
back on and piling her arsenal of cosmetics back in the bathroom
cabinet.
After a quick look around the small room she realized that hours
of hard work lay ahead of her: clearing away the laundry, making the
bed, washing all the glasses, taking out the trash, and sorting all the
bottles.
Fuck it, she thought, grabbing the duvet and shaking it and plumping
the pillow, convincing herself that when one of her sugar daddies
had made it this far, he wouldn’t give a damn about the rest.
She sat on the edge of the bed and checked that her handbag had
all the essentials she would need.
She nodded with satisfaction. She was ready to take on the world
and all its desires.
An unwelcome sound made her turn to face the door. Click, clack,
click, clack, came the limping, loathsome sound.
You’re far too early, Mother, she thought as the door outside between
the stairs and the corridor was pushed open.
It was almost eight o’clock, so why was she coming now? It was
way past her dinnertime.
She counted the seconds, already feeling irritated as she got up
from the bed, when the knock came at the door.
“Honey!” she heard her mother shouting from the other side.
“Won’t you open the door?” Denise took deep breaths, remaining silent.
If she didn’t answer, her mother would surely just go.
“Denise, I know you’re in there. Open up just for a moment. I have
something important to tell you.”
Denise sighed. “And why should I do that? I don’t suppose you
brought any dinner up with you?” she shouted.
“Not today, no. Oh, won’t you come downstairs to eat, Denise? Just
for today. Your grandmother is here!”
Denise rolled her eyes. So her grandmother was downstairs. The
mere thought was enough to make her heart race and cause her to
break out in a sweat.
“Grandmother can kiss my ass. I hate that bitch.”
“Oh, Denise, you mustn’t talk like that. Won’t you just let me in for
a moment? I really must speak with you.”
“Not now. Just leave the dinner in front of the door, as usual.”
Apart from the man with the flabby skin who lived a few doors down
the corridor, who had already downed his first beer of the day and
was now sobbing in despair over his miserable existence, it was suddenly
totally quiet out in the corridor. It wouldn’t surprise her if
everyone was pricking up their ears right at this moment, but what
did she care? They could just ignore her mother like she did.
Denise filtered out the sound of her mother’s pleas, concentrating
instead on the whining coming from the loser down the hall. All the
divorced men like him living in studio apartments were just so pathetic
and laughable. How could they believe the future might be
brighter given how they looked? They stank of unwashed clothes and
drank themselves into oblivion in their pitiful loneliness. How could
these cringeworthy idiots live with being so pathetic?
Denise snorted. How often had they stood in front of her door in
an effort to tempt her with their small talk and cheap wine from Aldi,
their eyes betraying hope of something else and more?

As if she would ever associate with men who lived in studio
apartments.
“She’s brought money with her for us, Denise,” her mother said
insistently.
Now she had Denise’s attention.
“You simply have to come down with me because if you don’t she
won’t give us anything for this month.”
There was a pause before she spoke again.
“And then we really won’t have anything, will we, Denise?” she
said severely.
“Can’t you shout a little louder so they can also hear you in the
next building?” Denise retorted.
“Denise!” Her mother’s voice was now quivering. “I’m warning
you. If your grandmother doesn’t give us that money, you’ll have to
go to the social services office because I haven’t paid your rent for this
month. Or maybe you thought I had?”
Denise took a deep breath, went over to the mirror, and put on her
lipstick one final time. Ten minutes with the woman and then she was
out of there. She had nothing but shit and confrontation coming her
way. The bitch wouldn’t leave her in peace for a second. She would
just come with demand after demand. And if there was something
Denise couldn’t deal with, it was all the demands people put on her. It
simply drained all the life and energy out of her.
It depleted her.
Down on the first floor in her mother’s apartment there was a not unexpected
stench of tinned mock turtle soup. Once in a while it might
be cutlets only just past their sell-by date or rice pudding in sausageshaped
plastic packaging. There wasn’t exactly entrecôte on the menu
when her mother attempted to put out a spread, which the blemished
silver-plated candlesticks with spluttering candles emphasized.
In this flickering artificial ambience the vulture was already seated
at the center of the table, scowling and ready to attack. Denise was
almost knocked out from the stench of her cheap perfume and powder,
which no shop with any self-respect would demean itself to sell.
Now her grandmother parted her dry, red, blotchy lips. Maybe the
vulture was preparing to smile, but Denise was not so easily fooled.
She attempted to count to ten but this time made it to only three before
the woman’s verbal abuse began.
“Well! The little princess could finally find time to come down and
say hello.”
A dark and disapproving look came over the grandmother’s face
after a quick inspection of Denise’s seminude midriff.
“Already plastered with makeup and I don’t know what. No one
will miss you coming, because that really would be a catastrophe,
wouldn’t it, Dorrit?”
“Would you stop calling me that? It’s almost ten years since I
changed my name.”
“Since you ask so politely, yes, as it isn’t something one is accustomed
to from you. Then you think that name becomes you better, do
you . . . Denise? A little more French. It almost puts one in mind of
the suggestively dressed ladies of the night, so, yes, maybe it is more
fitting.” She looked her up and down. “Then congratulations with the
camouflage work, is all I can say. You’ve prepared yourself for the
hunt, I wouldn’t wonder.”
Denise noticed how her mother tried to calm the mood with a slight
touch of her hand on her grandmother’s arm, as if that had ever
worked. Even in that area her mother had always been weak.
“And what have you been up to, if one might inquire?” continued
her grandmother. “There was something about a new course, or was
it actually an internship?” She squinted. “Was it a job as a nail technician
you wanted to try this time? I almost can’t keep up with all the
excitement in your life, so you’ll have to help me. But wait, maybe
you’re not actually doing anything at the moment? Could that be it?”
Denise didn’t answer. She just tried to keep her lips sealed. Her
grandmother raised her eyebrows. “Oh yes, you’re much too precious
for work, aren’t you?”

Why did she bother asking when she had all the answers? Why was
she sitting there hiding behind her wiry grey hair in a mask of disgust?
It made you want to spit at her. What stopped her from doing it?
“Denise has decided to enroll in a course to learn how to coach
people,” interjected her mother bravely.
The metamorphosis was enormous. Her grandmother’s mouth was
open, aghast; the wrinkles on her nose disappeared; and after a short
pause the change was accompanied by a laugh that came so deep from
within her rotten core that it made the hair on Denise’s neck stand
on end.
“Oh, that’s what she’s decided, is it? An interesting thought, Denise
coaching other people. Just in what, exactly, if I might inquire? Is it
actually possible to find anyone in this disturbed world who would
want to be coached by someone who can do absolutely nothing besides
dolling themselves up? In that case, the world must have come
to a complete standstill.”
“Mother—” Denise’s mother attempted to interrupt.
“Be quiet, Birgit. Let me finish.” She turned toward Denise. “I will
be direct. I don’t know anyone as lazy, talentless, or with so little sense
of reality as you, Denise. Shall we agree that you actually can’t do anything?
Isn’t it high time that you tried to get a job to fit your modest
talents?” She waited for an answer, but none was forthcoming. She
shook her head, leaving Denise in no doubt as to what was coming next.
“I have said it before and I have warned you, Denise. Maybe you
think it is acceptable to just lie on your back? It’s downright shocking.
You’re not as beautiful as you think, my dear, and certainly won’t be
in five years, I’m afraid.”
Denise inhaled deeply through her nose. Two more minutes and
she’d be out of here.
Now her grandmother turned to her mother with the same cold,
contemptuous expression. “You were the same, Birgit. Thought only of
yourself, never doing anything to get on in life. What would you have
done without your father and me? If we hadn’t paid for everything
while you squandered life away in your self-obsessed megalomania?”

“I have worked, Mother.” Her tone was pitiable. It was years since
her ammunition of protests hadn’t fallen on deaf ears.
It was now Denise’s turn again, as her grandmother turned her attention
back toward her, shaking her head.
“And as for you! You couldn’t even get a job folding clothes, if
that’s what you think.”
Denise turned around and disappeared into the kitchen with the
poison from her grandmother trailing behind her.
If it was possible to see what was inside her grandmother, the ingredients
could be laid out in equal measure of intense hatred, vengeance,
and unending images of how different she thought everything
had once been. Denise had heard the same fake nonsense over and
over, and it was irritatingly hurtful every time. About what a good
family she and her mother came from; about the golden years when
her grandfather had had his shoe shop in Rødovre and earned really
good money.
All a load of crap! Hadn’t the women in this family always stayed
at home and done their duty? Hadn’t they been supported solely by
their husbands, been meticulous about their appearance, and looked
after the home?
Hell yes!
“Mother! You mustn’t be too hard on her. She—”
“Denise is twenty- seven and is good for exactly nothing, Birgit.
Nothing!” shouted the witch. “How do you two propose to survive
when I’m not here anymore, can you answer me that? Don’t for one
second expect any significant inheritance from me. I have my own
needs.”
Something else they had heard a hundred times before. In a moment
she would attack Denise’s mother again. She would call her
shabby and a failure, before accusing her of passing on all her negative
qualities to her granddaughter.
Denise felt disgust and hatred right to the pit of her stomach. She
hated the shrill voice, attacks, and demands. Hated her mother for being
so weak and for not having been able to keep a man who could
look after them all. Hated her grandmother precisely because that was
what she had done.
Why wouldn’t she just lie down and die?
“I’m out of here,” said Denise coldly when she stepped back into
the dining room.
“Oh, are you, now? Well then, you won’t be having this.” Her
grandmother pulled a bundle of notes from her handbag and held it
in front of them. One-thousand-kroner notes.
“Come and sit down now, Denise,” her mother implored.
“Yes, come and sit down for a moment before you go out and sell
yourself,” came the next tirade from her grandmother. “Eat your
mother’s awful meal before you head out to find men to ply you with
booze. But be careful, Denise, because the way you are, you’ll never
find a decent man who’ll go for you! A cheap girl with fake hair and
hair color, fake breasts, fake jewelry, and bad skin. Don’t you think
they’ll see through you in a second, my dear? Or maybe you think a
decent man can’t tell the difference between elegance and your cheap
appearance? Maybe you don’t think that as soon as you open your
bloodred mouth that he’ll immediately discover that you know absolutely
nothing and have nothing to say? That you’re just a waste of
space?”
“You don’t know shit,” snapped Denise. Why wouldn’t she stop?

 

~Blog Tour Giveaway~ House of Spines by Michael J. Malone

Hi all,

Today I’m delighted to be taking part in the blog tour for House of Spines by Michael J. Malone and I have a copy of the book to give away to one lucky reader of my blog 🙂


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To be in with a chance of winning House of Spines, all you have to do is LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS POST. It is that simple!!!

  • Winner will be chosen at random
  • Winner will be notified accordingly
  • Only comments on this post will be counted

About the book:

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Ran McGhie’s world has been turned upside down. A young, lonely and frustrated writer, and suffering from mental-health problems, he discovers that his long-dead mother was related to one of Glasgow’s oldest merchant families. Not only that, but Ran has inherited Newton Hall, a vast mansion that belonged to his great-uncle, who appears to have been watching from afar as his estranged great-nephew has grown up. Entering his new-found home, he finds that Great-Uncle Fitzpatrick has turned it into a temple to the written word – the perfect place for poet Ran. But everything is not as it seems. As he explores the Hall’s endless corridors, Ran’s grasp on reality appears to be loosening. And then he comes across an ancient lift; and in that lift a mirror. And in the mirror … the reflection of a woman …

Published by Orenda Books, you can get your copy by clicking here!

About the author:

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Michael Malone is a prize-winning poet and author who was born and brought up in the heart of Burns’ country, just a stone’s throw from the great man’s cottage in Ayr. Well, a stone thrown by a catapult. He has published over 200 poems in literary magazines throughout the UK, including New Writing Scotland, Poetry Scotland and Markings. His career as a poet has also included a (very) brief stint as the Poet-In- Residence for an adult gift shop. Blood Tears, his bestselling debut novel won the Pitlochry Prize (judge: Alex Gray) from the Scottish Association of Writers. Other published work includes: Carnegie’s Call (a non-fiction work about successful modern-day Scots); A Taste for Malice; The Guillotine Choice; Beyond the Rage and The Bad Samaritan. His psychological thriller, A Suitable Lie, was a number one bestseller. Michael is a regular reviewer for the hugely popular crime fiction website http://www.crimesquad.com. A former Regional Sales Manager (Faber & Faber) he has also worked as an IFA and a bookseller.


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Don’t forget!!!

To be in with a chance of winning House of Spines, all you have to do is LEAVE A COMMENT ON THIS POST. It is that simple!!!


Make sure to check out the fab blogs taking part on the tour!

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~Cover Reveal~ Seven Seconds by Lisa Compton

Hi all,

Today I’m sharing the cover for Seven Seconds by Lisa Compton, the second book to be published by Perpetuity Publising. First though, here’s the bookish information!

About the author:

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Lisa Compton knew she wanted to be a writer in the fourth grade when her teacher read one of her stories to the class. Lisa has spent more than two decades in healthcare. Away from the hospital, she spends most of her time writing about things that keep her up at night in the company of at least one cat. She lives in her adopted home of San Antonio, Texas with two of her three children.

About the book:

Seven Seconds by Lisa Compton marks the debut of a thrilling paranormal crime series.

Olivia Osborne, a forensic psychologist and former FBI agent, is blessed (or cursed depending on who you ask) with unique gifts. Olivia is able to sense what others cannot–the spiritual presence of those who have “crossed over,” as well as the living who are influenced, or some cases possessed, by evil. The passing of her beloved Gran was the catalyst Olivia Osborn needed to leave the FBI behind and return to her native San Antonio. But a familiar evil has followed her home. 

When a series of brutal murders rock her hometown of San Antonio, Texas, Olivia is pulled into the investigation despite her plans to leave that part of her life behind. What if she isn’t supposed to run? What if she was always supposed to stand and fight?

Seven Seconds will launch in December 2017 through all major retailers in eBook, paperback, and hard cover formats.

 

Are you guys ready to see the cover???

 

 

 

 

How about now??

 

 

 

 

 

Feast your eyes on this beauty!

 

 

 

Seven Seconds 4.1

 

 

Looks fantastic! I’ll definitely be checking this one out! 🙂