The Caller by Mel Comley and Tara Lyons *Blog Tour*


About the book:

The first gripping book in The Organised Crime Team series by NY Times bestselling author of the Justice series, M A Comley and co-author Tara Lyons, author of In The Shadows.

When The Caller rings… what would you do?

The Organised Crime Team is a newly-formed unit with one of the toughest tasks in London. Led by DI Angie North, their first investigation is a cold case that has foxed several officers in the Met for months.

After Angie holds a TV appeal regarding the case, a number of similar aggressive attacks are brought to her attention. The team call on their contacts on the street for help. Their interest is sparked when several local names surface.

To bring the criminals to justice a member of the Organised Crime Team is asked to risk their life in a dangerous covert operation.


My thoughts:

First off, my thanks to Tara and Mel for letting me take part in the blog tour for The Caller. I was lucky enough to read it before publication and I’m super grateful. Previously, I had read their novella, Web Of Deceit so I was excited to see where they would go next. Incidentally you can catch that review by clicking the following link:

Web of Deceit by Mel Comley and Tara Lyons

The Caller is the first in the Organised Crime Team series by the duo and it was a very interesting read. I hadn’t read the synopsis before I started so I had no idea where the story would go.

Starting with a brutal robbery, the book delves deep into the gang culture in London. Following DI Angela North and her team, The Caller is a slow burning police procedural novel. It is character rich and focuses a lot on the individuals both on the Organised Crime Team and on the Streetlife gang who are committing the robberies and assaults.

The Caller is a promising start to a new series. The authors work really well together, in that it’s impossible to tell this book was co-written. Mel and Tara have managed superbly to weave together the full story and it works well.

While I did enjoy The Caller, I found it to be a little slower in pace to my usual reads, which is not a bad thing by any means. I did like this book, I just found it to be more about building a picture of the main characters than the actual crimes and perpetrators. Which makes total sense for a series, I just felt there could have been more action. This is all personal preference though and as I’ve said, I’ve read so many books lately that were packed with drama that I wasn’t expecting the pace in The Caller.

However, the authors have created a promising beginning to a series. Both are excellent authors, in their own right and together, and The Caller is proof that working together to create a cohesive book structure is possible.

The Caller was published on June 16th and you can purchase a copy by clicking on the link below:

The Caller by Mel Comley and Tara Lyons



Hunt For The Enemy by Rob Sinclair *Extract* Blogival



About the book:

The breathtaking and action-packed finale to the bestselling Enemy series. The Hunt is on. They’ve erased his past. Wiped out his very existence. But Carl Logan isn’t finished yet. On the run in a harsh Russian winter, Logan – once an invaluable asset but now branded a traitor – has been framed for murder. His own firm, the secretive Joint Intelligence Agency, have labeled him a rogue operative after two decades of loyal service. The agency is hunting him down… and they’re not the only ones. But there’s much more at stake than just Logan’s life. One by one, agents and informants from all sides, all allegiances, are dying. And Carl Logan is the only man who can put a stop to it, once and for all.

Sounds fab doesn’t it?! All of Rob’s books are on my TBR!!! Read on for an extract…


Chapter  1

July 2000

Marrakech, Morocco

It was summer. It was hot. No, not hot, scorching. The sun blazed down, heating the ground and everything around. Humid, sticky air seemed to seep through cracks in the road and from the walls of the sand-coloured buildings, rising upwards, choking everyone who breathed it. Carl Logan drove through the twisting city streets in a rusty old tin can of a car that clunked and jerked and whined every time he changed gear and every time the engine revved. He wore a pair of khaki linen trousers and a thin cotton shirt, but with the windows of the car fully wound down, the stifling air burst against his face and he was dripping wet. A thunderstorm had not long passed, leaving behind wispy grey clouds in the sky. Even though the fierce sun had done its best to burn away the remnants of the rain clouds, the humidity levels remained peaked.

And yet Logan was almost oblivious to the debilitating conditions. Because today was the day.

Three years of gruelling, agonising training had brought him to this point. The training had been more than tough; it had been life-changing, taking him to the brink physically on numerous occasions. He’d suffered terrible injuries, been hospitalised for weeks on end. It had been mentally draining too. From the intensive mock interrogations to the mind-bending psych evaluations, he’d felt like he was losing his mind. In many ways, he probably had. Numerous times during the training he’d questioned why he was going through it at all. Why he was committing his life to this cause that just three years before he’d not once considered.

But those thoughts were buried deep now.

Finally the training was over. It was time to show his true worth.

Logan had been in Marrakech for four weeks, but the full details of his first assignment for the Joint Intelligence Agency had only been relayed the previous evening by his boss back in England, Mackie. No details or explanation had been offered as to why the targets were on the JIA’s radar and Logan hadn’t asked. The targets were on the blacklist and that was all Logan needed to know. The JIA had hammered into him that his job wasn’t to ask questions. It was to carry out orders.

Sitting next to Logan in the passenger seat of the car was John Webb, a fellow JIA agent. Webb was a number of years more senior than Logan and had been a close mentor over the previous twelve months as Logan assimilated himself into the life of a field agent. The first two years with the JIA had been non-stop training, not even a hint of a real assignment. For the last year, he had been shadowing others in the field, learning.

Now it was his time to shine.

Logan had admired Webb from the very first time they’d met. After a troubled upbringing, like Logan’s, Webb had come into his own since joining the JIA ten years previously. He had an air of respect and dignity and yet he was tough and ruthless. The job of an agent was a loner’s one – there wasn’t the time or capacity for close friendships. And yet Logan had enjoyed the time he’d spent with Webb and he could tell the older agent had relished the opportunity to act as guide and tutor.

‘Take this next left,’ Webb said in his bass voice.

Logan took his foot off the accelerator and the car slowed. He was beginning to turn the wheel when a moped came sweeping up on his inside. Logan slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision. Oblivious, the moped driver sped off into the distance. Logan clenched his hands on the steering wheel, attempting to return his focus to the task at hand.

‘Everything okay there? You seem a bit distant,’ said Webb.

It was the second time already on the short drive that Webb had questioned Logan’s state of mind.

Logan shot him a look.

‘I’m fine. I didn’t see him. That’s all.’

‘Okay, okay, only asking.’

Logan put the car into first gear and eased around the corner, into a cramped side street. On one side it was lined with industrial bins and bags of rubbish from the various shops, cafes and restaurants that occupied the parallel street at the front of the buildings. On the other was a series of ramshackle buildings, anything from two to five storeys tall. Cars and mopeds were parked tightly up against the buildings here and there.

The alley was narrow and dank – and dark, which at least provided immediate relief from the ferocious sun. They drove for a couple of hundred yards, Logan keeping the pace slow, winding the car through the at times impossibly narrow gaps where other cars had parked a little too far from the side of the road.

‘This is the place here,’ Webb said, ducking down and looking up through the window at the building on the right-hand side. ‘Pull up wherever you can.’

Logan drove just past the building and the nearest space, then put the car into reverse. He swung the vehicle back toward the wall, only stopping and re-aligning the steering when the rear of the car was a few inches from making contact. He misjudged it. As he turned the car in, there was a scraping noise: the bumper raking against the building.

‘Easy there!’ Webb shouted. ‘Come on, man. Just keep it cool.’ ‘I am cool,’ Logan said.

‘Then straighten this thing up and let’s get inside.’

Logan pulled the car forward a couple of feet, then eased it back into the space, this time missing the wall without any trouble. He and Webb opened their doors in unison. Webb squeezed his muscled frame through the six-inch gap that Logan had given him – it was the only way to park the car and still allow other vehicles to pass. They couldn’t afford to block the street, which would cause unnecessary commotion.

Logan went around to the boot and opened it up. He picked up the larger of the two black aluminium cases that lay there. Webb took the smaller, lighter one. After shutting the boot, Logan followed Webb around to the door of the building. It was derelict, a set of apartments that was in the process of being sold on for refurbishment. Most of the other buildings either side were in a similar state of disrepair, including those that were still occupied. The worn door to the building had a simple lock. Logan stood watch, eyes darting up and down the street and over the surrounding buildings, as Webb expertly picked the lock. It took less than ten seconds. Webb pushed the door open, its warped wood creaking and straining.

‘Come on, follow me,’ Webb said, heading in.

The building was dusty and dark inside but the air felt cool and dry. Webb did a quick recce of the ground floor, looking for any signs of life. There were none. He headed for the bare wooden staircase and Logan followed, lugging the heavy case with him.

‘You’re sure you’re ready for this?’ Webb asked without turning.

‘Yeah,’ Logan responded.

‘You know, it would be understandable if you were nervous.

This isn’t for everyone.’

‘I’m not nervous.’

‘I’m just saying, don’t feel bad if you are. Training is one thing.

But doing this for real? Not everyone can hack it.’

‘Whatever you say.’

‘But I know you can do it. I wouldn’t have let Mackie pass this job to you otherwise.’

‘Okay, I get it.’

‘You ask me, I’d say you’re a natural. Some people just don’t have it. Others do. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’

‘I never said I wouldn’t be.’

‘Okay, okay. So let’s just get this done.’

They passed the fifth and final floor, after which the staircase became narrower and steeper. At the top, they came to a stop at a gun-metal door. Webb pushed down the security bar and the door swung open to reveal the flat roof of the building.

Webb walked out and Logan followed, wincing as the blast of superheated air smacked him in the face. He followed Webb across the burning roof tiles to the far southerly corner. From there they had an unobstructed view toward the Kasbah district with its mix of old-world charm – the sumptuous colours of the rooftop gardens of luxury riads and the minarets from its many mosques poking proudly into the sky – together with the deep blue of the rooftop pools and gleaming glass of flash new hotels.

Webb kneeled down and opened up his case, then took out his spotter’s scope. Logan came down beside him and placed his larger case next to Webb’s. He undid the thick clasps and opened the lid to reveal the green and black AWSM sniper rifle, snug in the deep foam interior of the box.

Logan took out the rifle and attached the bipod, then quickly gave the rifle a once-over, making sure the mounted scope was securely in place. He opened a pouch on the case lid to reveal five shiny .338 Lapua Magnum cartridges and placed them one at a time into the rifle’s detachable magazine. With all five cartridges neatly inside, Logan clipped the magazine onto the assembled rifle and set it down on the ground.

‘Fifteen forty,’ Webb said, looking at his watch. ‘The target isn’t scheduled to arrive back until sixteen hundred.’

‘May as well set up the spotting position now,’ Logan said. ‘Get our sights ready.’

‘Agreed,’ said Webb. He lay flat on the ground and pushed his scope through a gap in the worn concrete wall that lined the rooftop.

But Logan didn’t lie down next to Webb to align the sights on the rifle. There was still plenty of time for that. Instead, he stood up, leaving the assembled rifle on the floor, and fished in his pocket for the plastic cord that he’d stashed there just a few minutes before the two agents had left the safe house.

‘The distance to the front entrance of the hotel is six hundred and seventy-three yards,’ Webb said. ‘The drop is forty-three feet.’

Logan knew the measurements already. He and Webb had been through every last detail numerous times. Webb’s repetition was just part of the routine. Everything had to be perfect for the shot. They would only get a few seconds. But Logan was confident he would take the shot exactly as planned. The distance wasn’t that difficult. The rifle could handle twice with ease. Logan himself had managed close to two thousand yards in training. Six hundred and seventy-three yards wouldn’t be a problem.

‘Wind speed is close to zero,’ Webb said, looking at his handheld anemometer. ‘But I’ll keep rechecking. And we should take readings from different spots on the rooftop over the next hour just to make sure. If we get another storm coming over, it could change significantly.’

‘Okay,’ Logan said, as much to himself as to Webb.

He took a deep breath.

And then he was ready.

Logan wrapped the cord tightly around both of his hands, leaving just two feet of flex in the middle. He was aware that his breathing and heart rate were speeding up, but he was sure it wasn’t nerves. Just adrenaline and anticipation.

With Webb still preoccupied, Logan stepped over his colleague, one foot either side, then quickly dropped his weight to the ground, his knees pinning down Webb’s arms. Webb immediately let go of the anemometer, squirming for just a second before Logan swept the flex under his colleague’s neck. He used his left hand to wrap the cord around a full turn and then he pulled back and out, hard and fast.

Webb rasped, trying to shout out but unable to with the crushing pressure on his windpipe. He kicked and writhed and squirmed. But Logan had taken him by surprise. The experienced agent simply hadn’t been ready and there was no way he was getting out.

Webb coiled and bucked but Logan held firm. He pulled on the cord, using every ounce of strength he could muster, his arms, his whole body tensing and straining. His face turned red, his knuckles white. Veins throbbed at the side of his head; his biceps bulged. But all the time he focused on just one thing: pulling as hard as he could.

Pained sounds escaped Webb’s lips but they were quickly becoming weak, shallow. He clawed at the ligature cutting into his neck. Droplets of blood dripped onto the ground beneath him. It was wound so tightly there was nothing for him to grasp.

Soon, Webb began to scrape and rake at Logan, but he was too far gone already for it to make a difference.

When Logan felt the resistance from his associate wane, he only pulled harder. The cord dug into his hands, sending a shock of pain up through his arms. But he didn’t let up – he just kept on tugging, harder and harder.

Webb’s body went limp and it flopped down, melting into the rooftop. Even then, Logan held tight a few seconds longer, keeping Webb’s lifeless head suspended in the air.

When Logan finally released the grip, unwinding the cord from around the neck, Webb’s face thudded down against the hard floor with a sickening crack. And then he was completely still.

It was done.

Logan stood up, panting, sweat pouring down his brow. He unwound the cord from around his hands and a rush of blood coursed through them, making them throb and sting. He saw several lines of indented red flesh on his palms and the backs of his hands where the plastic had dug in and cut into his skin. Logan dropped the cord and put his hands to his knees for just a few seconds as he got his breathing back under control. His whole body ached from exertion.

When he was ready, he kneeled down next to Webb’s body and rolled his former colleague onto his side, away from where he had been spotting.

After taking one last look at the man who had so readily mentored and guided him, Logan fished his phone out of his pocket and dialled Mackie. He picked up after just two rings.

‘I’m in position,’ Logan said.

‘Good,’ Mackie replied. ‘And you’re alone?’

‘I am now.’

‘Excellent. Then call me when it’s done.’

Logan ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.

He didn’t know why the targets had been chosen and he hadn’t asked. They were on the JIA’s blacklist and that was all he needed to know.

That was his job now.

He picked up the rifle and looked through the scope, eyeing the hotel entrance, six hundred and seventy-three yards away.

And then he lay down and waited for his second target to arrive.


About Rob Sinclair
Rob began writing in 2009 following a promise to his wife, an avid reader, that he could pen a ‘can’t put down’ thriller.


Rob’s first novel, Dance with the Enemy, was published in June 2014 and is the first in the Enemy Series following embattled intelligence agent Carl Logan. Rise of the Enemy, the second book in the series, was released in April 2015, with the third book, Hunt for the Enemy, being released in February 2016. The Enemy series has received widespread critical acclaim with many reviewers and readers having likened Rob’s work to authors at the very top of the genre, including Lee Child and Vince Flynn.

Rob worked for nearly 13 years for a global accounting firm after graduating from The University of Nottingham in 2002, specialising in forensic fraud investigations at both national and international levels. He now writes full time.

Originally from the North East of England, Rob has lived and worked in a number of fast paced cities, including New York, and is now settled in the West Midlands with his wife and young sons.





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Sucker For A Series #2 Tracey Sinclair

Hi everyone,

So today is the 13th and its time for another Sucker for a Series post! Taking part today is author Tracey Sinclair.

Without further ado, I’ll hand you over to Tracey…


When it comes to reading, nothing makes me happier than finding a good series. While, if you asked me what my favourite books are, they would almost all be standalone works of fiction, when it comes to my favourite authors, it’s another matter – the writers who get me excited tend to be creators of series I can get my teeth into.

In part, I admit, it’s a comfort thing: I love an original, challenging book, but I also don’t have the energy to read that kind of thing all of the time. Sometimes I want to relax into a book like a warm bath, welcoming back characters I have come to know and love like old friends. I also think that genre, character-based series, while often neglected or even sneered at by literary critics, can be excellent vehicles for social and political commentary, without being heavy handed: I defy anyone to present a better example of toxic capitalism than Terry Pratchett’s Going Postal – and that’s a book that features trolls and golems. Dennis Lehane has written many fine standalone novels, but it’s in the seemingly throwaway details on the edge of a murder case for longstanding characters Kenzie and Gennaro (one of my favourite couples in fiction) that he presents a searing indictment of how the recession affected ordinary people.

As a writer myself, I’ve been on both sides of the table. My first novel was a ‘literary’ story, but I’m now thoroughly immersed in a series – my Dark Dates paranormal / urban fantasy books. And I can certainly see the appeal: it’s a joy to come back to characters who have become so real to you, and the reader reaction is addictive. Like any writer, I love hearing that people enjoyed my books, but when people start to care about your characters, it’s a completely different – and intoxicating – feeling. One of my proudest author moments was when one of my friends told me that she and a couple of workmates had had a heated water cooler debate over which of my male leads they fancied most!

John Connolly’s Charlie Parker books

I often start reading series out of order, since I tend to pick up a lot of crime novels in charity shops. (I never feel bad about this, since if I like a writer, I then tend to buy their backlist – so they are making their money off me!). Many of my favourite series – Tess Gerritsen’s Rizzoli and Isles, Lee Child’s Jack Reacher, Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden – I started mid-way, fell in love and went back to the start. (And there’s a particular pleasure in finding a series that is already well established, so you know you have a decent backlist to wade through without having to wait). My current obsession was the discovered in the same way – and I’m glad.

I had fancied reading John Connolly’s Charlie Parker books for a while, drawn by their interesting covers, which seemed to imply a supernatural element, which always appeals to me. So when I found one in my local Oxfam – book 12 in a series that now stretches to 14 – I picked it up for a song, and discovered a gripping thriller with a fascinating underlying arc. Charlie Parker is a compelling lead, and his friends, Angel and Louis (a gay couple whose pasts are as bloody as Parker’s own) are two of my favourite characters in any books, ever. Yet to be honest, having read them all now, if I’d read book one first, I’m not sure I would have stuck with them: for a start, they feature my least favourite trope from fiction (man driven to seek justice for dead wife and child) and the characters didn’t feel as fully fledged as they were to become. I suspect this is true for many series, and why the majority of those I love I’ve started in the middle: unlike reading an author who specialises in standalone works, where it can be hard for them to bottle lightning twice, writers of series tend to improve, as they – and we – get to know their characters. I’ve seen this in my own work – the reviews I am getting for my latest book, Angel Falls, which is the third in the series, almost all say similar things. This can be galling (‘what’s wrong with the earlier books?!’ you want to demand, grumpily) but is also nice to read: after all, who doesn’t want to get better?

So I would say if you want a fantastic series of dark thrillers (and bloody hell, they are dark – you have to be okay with some fairly brutal killings) featuring some of the most interesting characters in genre fiction, all set against a mysterious but coherent and convincing arc that gets better as it goes on, then Charlie Parker is your man.

Tracey Sinclair is an author and freelance editor and writer. Her latest book, Angel Falls, the third in the Dark Dates/Cassandra Bick series is out now.


The Night Stalker by Robert Bryndza *Blog Tour*


Today, I’m thrilled to be one of the closers of the blog tour for Robert Bryndza’s The Night Stalker! Read on for my thoughts…

About the book:

If the Night Stalker is watching, you’re already dead…

In the dead of a swelteringly hot summer’s night, Detective Erika Foster is called to a murder scene. The victim, a doctor, is found suffocated in bed. His wrists are bound and his eyes bulging through a clear plastic bag tied tight over his head.

A few days later, another victim is found dead, in exactly the same circumstances. As Erika and her team start digging deeper, they discover a calculated serial killer – stalking their victims before choosing the right moment to strike.

The victims are all single men, with very private lives. Why are their pasts shrouded in secrecy? And what links them to the killer?

As a heat wave descends upon London, Erika will do everything to stop the Night Stalker before the body count rises, even if it means risking her job. But the victims might not be the only ones being watched… Erika’s own life could be on the line.


My thoughts:

Firstly, my thanks to the lovelies at Bookouture for my ARC of Robert Bryndza’s The Night Stalker. 🙂

I had read and LOVED Robert’s previous book, The Girl In The Ice (you can catch that review here: The Girl In The Ice by Robert Bryndza) so needless to say I was super excited to read The Night Stalker and it didn’t disappoint!

Detective Erika Foster is  brilliant character, and I was eager to see where she would go in this second novel. There is always the worry that the second book may not live up to the first, but there is no fear of that here!

The Night Stalker is a supremely creepy character. It gave me the heebie jeebies at certain points in the book. If you’ve already read it you can probably guess what I’m talking about. If not, read the book and I defy you not to be creeped out yourself!

I don’t want to go into too much plot detail, as I always like to read it unfold myself so I won’t say any more. I will say that The Night Stalker is a superbly creepy, thrilling and gripping book. Robert Bryndza has a knack for writing characters that make your skin crawl, and here it is no different!!!

I thoroughly enjoyed reading  The Night Stalker, and was delighted to hear that there is plenty more Detective Erika Foster books on their way as they are brilliant reads. I cannot recommend The Night Stalker highly enough, it’s a super second installment for the series and I can’t wait for the next one! 🙂

You can order a copy of The Night Stalker HERE!

Catch up with the blog tour on all of these brilliant blogs! 🙂

Happy reading!









Inaugural Sucker For A Series Post 

Hi everyone,

So today is a busy day for me! 😊 I have two posts on the blog today and it’s also my 30th birthday! 🎉 I decided to launch my new feature today, as it’s a date I won’t forget, and I figured I should kick it off!

I love a series, hence the title, I often say to people “I’m a sucker for a series” so thought I may as well call the feature that! 

Series are brilliant for so many reasons; they can go on for years (see Sue Grafton, Jonathan Kellerman, John Sandford, Michael Connelly to name  a handful), they are something to get excited about when you are waiting for the next instalment, and they are fun to collect. (I only have a handful I can take a pic of!)

For my first series post, I’ve chosen the Jack Reacher series written by Lee Child. I have all of these books, mostly in paperback but some on kindle too! As I write this, there are 20 books in the series:

  • Killing Floor (1997)
  • Die Trying (1998)
  • Tripwire (1999) 
  • Running Blind (2000) 
  • Echo Burning (2001) 
  • Without Fail (2002) 
  • Persuader (2003) 
  • The Enemy (2004) 
  • One Shot (2005) 
  • The Hard Way (2006) 
  • Bad Luck And Trouble (2007) 
  • Nothing To Lose (2008) 
  • Gone Tomorrow (2009) 
  • 61 Hours (2010) 
  • Worth Dying For (2010) 
  • The Affair (2011) 
  • A Wanted Man (2012) 
  • Never Go Back (2013) 
  • Personal (2014) 
  • Make Me (2015)

I’m relatively new to Lee Child’s work. When I say relatively new, I mean I only started reading them in the last 7 years or so. The first book, Killing Floor was published in 1997, with the most recent Make Me being published in September 2015 but I’ve managed to catch up! 😂

I’ve read every one of these books, in order, and they have not disappointed me once. Lee Child, for me, is a “comfort” author. When there is an imminent Jack Reacher novel, you can be guaranteed I have it on preorder or I buy it immediately! I know what they are like, and I know all the characters. Picking up a Jack Reacher novel is like catching up with an old friend! 

I really enjoy manly books. The kind of books that are full of action and fighting and bad guys and everything else that goes along with them. They basically read like a movie, which I love!

Speaking of, Jack Reacher, was a movie made in 2012. Starring Tom Cruise, it wasn’t what I expected. Not least because apparently Jack Reacher is built like a brick shithouse, which Cruise is clearly not! Questionable casting aside, I still thoroughly enjoy an action film so it’s by no means the worst I’ve seen!

I don’t reread books, ever, if I’m honest. However, I can say with certainty that I will reread the Jack Reacher series at some point. As a character, I think he’s brilliant and I hate that I will never read them with fresh eyes, but I won’t let that stop me! 😊

I could go on and on about Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series, but at some stage I’ll have to stop! 😁 If you haven’t read them, I highly recommend them! The books are escapism, action-filled, testosterone-fuelled and full of tension. I’ll continue to read them for as long as Lee Child continues to write them!

I’ve devoted this post to Lee Child because his series is the longest I’ve read, at 20 books. That being said, there are tons more series I’ve read and loved so I’m sure you can expect to see more posts from me during the course of this new monthly feature. 

I have posts up until November, but if you’re an author or blogger and want to feature, email me at for more info! 😊

My A-Z of Books

I first spotted this tag on Aoife’s blog Pretty Purple Polka Dots, then Joanne at Portobello Book Blog and the lovely Sarah at Bytheletterbookreviews both did theirs so I figured I’d take part as well! 😊

Author you’ve read the most books from:

This one is easy, I’ve read all of Lee Child’s Jack Reacher books, so that’s 20 books in the series so far. I don’t think there’s any other series I’ve read (yet!!!) that’s as long, but I do have Sue Grafton’s Alphabet Series (26) on my shelves!

Best Sequel Ever:

I’m not going to lie, I can’t even think of book sequels at the moment! I genuinely can’t think of one!!! I’ve seen Harry Potter floating about so maybe that! 😂

Currently reading:

Im reading Deadly Harvest by Michael Stanley and it’s fab! So different to my usual reads but equally as good!

Drink of choice while reading:

Usually it’s coffee! In the evening when the kids go to bed, it could be tea! I’m super rock n roll, I know! 😃

E-reader or physical book:

Both are great if you ask me! I don’t have a preference for one over the other, but you can’t beat the smell and feel of a book. E-readers are so convenient though, especially for digital ARCs from authors or publishers.

Fictional character you probably would have actually dated in high school:

I have to say Ron Weasley! He’s just so affable and funny in the HP books, and he’s always been my favourite!

Glad you gave this book a chance:

I rarely read outside my genre, but I read The Book Thief (same as Sarah) a few years ago and it was just wonderful!

Hidden Gem book:

Dead is Better by Jo Perry! A wonderfully surprising and unique read! You can catch my 5⭐️ review for it HERE. ❤️

Important moment in your reading life:

I guess starting my blog would be pretty important. It’s opened so many doors for bookish opportunities, and I’ve made some great friends because of it!

Just finished:

I’ve finished The Evolution of Fear by Paul E. Hardisty most recently, and my review will be posted as part of the blog tour next week!

Kind of books you won’t read:

I’m not a fan of erotica or historical fiction if I’m honest, and I won’t read classical literature either. I prefer my books to be modern I suppose!

Longest book you’ve ever read:

Needful Things by Stephen King, a whopper of a book at 933 pages!

Major book hangover:

I’ll have to put in the Harry Potter series here as they were just brilliant, and so emotionally charged that by the end I felt like I needed a hug and a sleep! 😂

Number of bookcases you own:

Currently, I have three bookcases at home. One filled with books I’ve read, and two filled with books I have yet to read. I also have books in my old office at work, so a possible 4 bookcases if I count them!

One book you’ve read multiple times:

I don’t reread books so this doesn’t really apply to me! There’s just so many books out there that I want to read so essentially, I don’t have the time!

Preferred place to read: 

I have two! I mainly read in bed before I go to sleep, but I also love reading on the couch with headphones on as its the only time I listen to music these days. So nights when my husband is on the PS4, and listening out for the kids, I get to disappear into a book! 😊

Quote that inspired you/ Gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read:

“Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed is. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.”

Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven

Reading regret:

I have to agree with Joanne from Portobello Book Blog here; spending time reading books that I didn’t enjoy when I could have been reading a book I loved would be a reading regret.

Series you started and need to finish:

I started Steven Dunne’s DI Damen Brook series last week, it’s all I can do not to read them all one after another!!!!

Three of your all time favourite books:

This is a hard question! I’ve loved so many books that it is nigh on impossible to narrow it down to three so I’m afraid I’ll have to skip this question!

Unapologetic fangirl for:

Ragnar Jónasson! ❤️ I love his writing and his ability to weave wonderful stories!

Very excited for this release more than all others: 

Again, Ragnar Jónasson as he has BLACKOUT, the next in the Dark Iceland series out this year AND Michael Wood’s OUTSIDE LOOKING IN is out this month which I am super excited for!!! 😍

Worst bookish habit:

Buying too many books (YEAH RIGHT!!! 😂), losing myself in books when I read, and probably staying up reading until my eyes are closing 🙈

X marks the spot- start on the top left of your bookshelf and pick the 27th book:

Heartbreaker by Tania Carver!

Your latest purchase:

It’s easier to put in a picture, as there’s 16! 😱

Zzzzz Snatcher book (the book that kept you up way too late):

Most recently, it’s probably Make Me by Lee Child but there have been lots of books that I just have to keep reading!
So there’s my A-Z of books! Thanks for reading! 😊

The Reaper by Steven Dunne


I was feeling a little rebellious last week, in that I decided to cheat on my TBR because I have so many books I want to read and following on from Make Me I moved onto Steven Dunne’s The Reaper!

I finished The Reaper earlier this week, and it’s taken until now for me to sit down and try to formulate a review. I just don’t have the words!!! This was my reaction when I had put down the book! 🙂


About the book (via Goodreads):

A damaged detective.
A case he’s trying to forget.
A killer who won’t let him…

Detective Inspector Damen Brook thinks he’s left his past behind him in London. But it seems a serial killer has followed him north…

Brook’s seeking sanctuary. Years in the MET have left their mark – so much so that he’s fled to Derby leaving behind his marriage, his teenage daughter and very nearly his sanity to wind down a once promising career in the peace of the Peak District.

But one winter’s night, Brook is confronted by a serial killer he hunted many years before – The Reaper – a man who slaughters families in their homes then disappears without a trace.

To find this killer Brook must discover what the Reaper is doing in Derby, why he’s started killing again and what, if anything, connects the butchered families.

As Brook becomes entangled in a deadly game of cat and mouse, he is forced to face his own demons by confronting a past that destroyed his family and destroyed his family and nearly cost him his life…


My thoughts:

When I first started reading The Reaper I had absolutely no idea what to expect. All I knew was what I had read from the blurb, and the rave reviews fellow bloggers and friends had written also got a look in as well. I’d had The Reaper on my kindle for AAAAAAGES, and seeing as how it was recommended to me again recently, I decided it was about time I met DI Damen Brook.

Brook is undeniably flawed, but it is borne from previous experiences and it really adds to the melancholic air of his character. I love a good protagonist, and I really enjoy finding out their backstory and what made them the way they are when the reader is introduced to them. That’s another reason I like to start at the beginning with series.

Brook is in Derby, working on the murders of a family which he finds bears many similarities to a couple of cases of is from way back before he relocated from London, which the aforementioned Reaper was the perpetrator.

The Reaper reads like a cat and mouse game at times, with both sides having the upper had at various different points in the story. It adds a sense of tension and menace to the already fraught narrative.

Though this is the first in the series, the author has done a very good job with the history and backstory of the characters. With the story jumping between the past and present, we get glimpses into Brook’s breakdown, and the events surrounding the investigation of The Reaper which lead up to it.

I’m not going to lie, The Reaper made my brain work overtime while I was reading it. At times, I found it quite difficult to separate the past and preset investigations, but it didn’t deter my enjoyment of the book. It’s safe to say I’ll be reading the following 5 books in the DI Damen Brook series. I thoroughly enjoyed The Reaper, giving it 4 stars on Goodreads. It’s available to buy and you can purchase from Amazon by clicking the link below:

The Reaper by Steven Dunne

Happy reading! 🙂