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#AnotherYou by @JaneCable - Blog Tour and my #review - revisited

Another You by Jane Cable - Blog Tour and my review - revisited


When the publisher, Sapere books approached me to be part of the Blog Tour for Another you by Jane Cable, I was delighted to join in, especially as this is a book I'd already fallen in love with. 

Another you is a delightful book which I originally reviewed in January 2017. It's now got a beautiful new cover and is reaching out to a new audience, so if you didn't catch it first time around I urge you to try it now, treat yourself!

The Blurb

Sometimes the hardest person to save is yourself…

Marie Johnson fell in love with The Smugglers pub when she first moved to Dorset with her husband, Stephen.

But when Stephen’s wandering eye caused the breakdown of their marriage, and the costs of running the pub started to mount, Marie felt her dreams crashing down around her.

With local celebrations planned for the 60th anniversary of D-Day, Marie is hopeful things will turn around.

But she could never have predicted the ways her life will soon be changed forever.

A charming American soldier walks into Marie’s life, but it becomes clear nothing is really as it seems...

Why is Marie suddenly plagued by headaches? Is her American soldier everything he seems to be?


Or could the D-Day re-enactments be stirring up something from the past…?



MY REVIEW - REVISITED

Jane Cable writes wonderfully imaginative romantic fiction set in great locations which she describes so beautifully you feel you’re there.

Another you is set in Dorset, a place I’ve never visited. As I was nearing the end of the book, I watched the first episode of Julia Bradbury’s new walking series on tv and on her first walk she visited every location mentioned in the book – it was great! I recognised the locations of Old Harry, The Dunes and even the military camp and tank museum which feature in this novel, as clearly as if I’d actually been there – and I had – transported by the pages of this lovely book.

The storyline centres around the narrator, Marie’s life. She is a Chef in the pub business she owns with her partially estranged husband Stephen, who after a series of affairs, no longer lives there with her. Their Son Jude who is the light of Marie's life lives there and works there too and her, always angry and grumpy, ex-husband still works there too putting undue stress on Marie's life. No wonder she enjoys escaping to the beach hut she owns and strolling along the dunes. 

Between stress-induced migraines, hard work and long hours in the pub kitchen with cook Baz and argument after argument between her and her ex it’s not surprising that she is drawn to the enigmatic and gentle Corbin, an American soldier she meets on one of her walks but mystery surrounds him and he keeps disappearing when she most feels she needs him to talk to.

Dorset is preparing for a big re-enactment and celebrations of the D-day anniversary and the story is woven around this, as it brings a flurry of new men into Marie’s life and feeling as vulnerable as she does she embarks on a passionate and physical fling with one of them.

Apart from the mysterious old fashioned Corbin in her life, there comes Paxton, also an American soldier with striking physical similarities to Corbin, he is damaged goods, still reeling from PTSD caused by his recent posting in Iraq. Then there’s Elderly ex militarian George here for the celebrations and his amiable son Mark who has sworn off women after his wife treated him like dirt, devoted to his lovely dog Troy he sails around the coast in his yacht licking his wounds and Marie takes pity on his bachelor status, cooking him tasty meals to keep him going.

Meanwhile, teenage son Jude is fighting his own inner battles, newly in love with a girl he is keeping Mum about. He is the pawn between Marie and Stephen and often finds himself keeping the peace.

Almost every character in the book is flawed and damaged by circumstances, some almost beyond repair and we watch Maries struggle to find herself and work out what she wants from her own future as she begins to wonder if she is imagining things and going a little bit crazy herself.

There is a mystery surrounding a silver seahorse necklace and a frisson of spookiness that keeps you guessing throughout the book which builds to a tense climax and we wonder if Marie is on the route to self-destruct, fired by her own lack of confidence and low self-esteem.


This is a delightful read, very real, romantic without being in any way soppy dramatic and engaging and with enough mystery and suspense to keep the most demanding reader hooked.

The Author - Jane Cable



Although brought up in Cardiff, Jane Cable now lives in Cornwall and is a full-time writer. 
Another You is a moving saga of family life in the 21st century which draws on the horrors of combat, both in modern times and World War Two as down-trodden Marie fights to reclaim her identity and discover what really matters to her. Jane’s next book, Winter Skies, will be available for pre-order from Sapere Books soon.

Follow Jane Cable on Twitter @JaneCable, on Facebook at Jane Cable, Author (https://www.facebook.com/romanticsuspensenovels/), or find out more at www.janecable.com.
Purchase Another You at http://getbook.at/AnotherYou

Ideal Angels - blog tour and Extract

Ideal Angels - blog tour and Extract:

Today I am part of the blog tour for the new book by Robert Welbourn - Ideal Angels.



BLURB  

Is it possible to keep secrets in the age of social media? 
When someone lives their entire life in the spotlight, what could they possibly hide from you? 
Ideal Angels explores just that. It s the story of one man, one woman, one week. 
They meet, fall in love, and never look back. 
Eloise's phone is never far away, furiously cataloguing their ups and downs. But there are always shadows, lurking just out of reach. 
The moments after the camera flashes, unseen, uncaptured. 
The threat of an inescapable doom. 
How much can one person change you? 
How much can one person be your downfall?


Robert Welbourn


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 

Robert Welbourn is Yorkshire born and bred - he's lived there almost all his life, and now written a book set there. He’s had a passion for books as long as he can remember, and has been writing his whole life. 
His favourite authors are Bret Easton Ellis and Stephen King, and he cites Ellis as his number one influence.
He studied English Literature at Salford University, and this confirmed that he wanted to spend his life working with books. He currently works in marketing, but is hoping to spend his life telling stories.
Twitter @r_welbourn

Now here's an extract to whet your appetite:

That familiar burn, the sting in your nostrils, the supreme energy and
confidence, you haven’t felt this in a long time. It isn’t long before the
coke talk begins, and though it’s usually bullshit, this time it’s actually
interesting, you’re actually listening. And listening is all you’re
doing, because she’s practically ranting. Yeah so you’re probably wondering
about the hotel well my parents own it well not own it it’s sort of like franchised nothing official but basically they put a lot of money into it
and take a lot of the profits and they’ve done this all over the world and the
penthouse is owned by them but I don’t think they’ve ever been here except
maybe once just after they first got it. She breathes. And yeah so I come
here a lot it’s technically where I live well it’s one of my homes I guess my
official home is in the States with my parents but I don’t really like it there
it’s too hot and the people are all annoying so I have most of my stuff here
but really I spend all my time in my other place near the art school I’m going
to near where we met. She stops talking briefly, another massive line,
then more words, she’s like a waterfall. So yeah that’s the hotel and that
explains the car too and why I don’t go to art school very often I mean I
know I should but it’s hard to see a point in it you know to me the point is
looking good, feeling good, people knowing you look and feel good and that’s
why I’m always photographing you and me and stuff and that’s why the
drugs too I love my parents don’t get me wrong at least I think I do, well I
know I should anyway but they’re never around and it makes me feel pretty
shitty but with this stuff, she indicates the bag, with this stuff it kind of
doesn’t really matter so yeah do you know what I mean?
You’re sort of blown away, you’ve been pacing to try to dissipate
some of the energy but it’s not really done anything, you’re
ridiculously high considering how early it is in the afternoon, and
you stop pacing but only for a second to look at her, and you
know she wants an answer but none comes to mind, and so you
grab her arm and pull her to her feet, to you, and kiss her hard,
probably too hard but you’re both so coked up it seems the right
thing to do. You can feel your erection but this isn’t the time,
not now, so you let her back down to the floor and take the note
from her and do a massive line yourself.
The late afternoon and early evening sort of pass in a haze and
before you know it you’re out, in the town, wearing the same
clothes you’ve had on all day and you’re unshowered since this
morning but you don’t care, you’ve got pure confidence in your
veins and so the two of you are walking, practically strutting
down the street, you have a cigarette but you’re not paying it
much attention, except to make sure none of the ash goes on your clothes. You come to a bar, The Oyster Bar, not the most fashionable
but reasonably discreet, and soon you each have a largely
ignored drink in front of you, and while she sits and texts and
makes the occasional call you just sit, look around, wanting to
go outside, breathe the air, expend some energy, but not wanting
to not be by her side. She says some of her friends are coming,
she hopes you don’t mind, and you say it’s chill, it’ll be nice to
meet some of the people in her life, and because of the drugs she
laughs but you actually mean it, you don’t want to let this one
go, you want to get your hooks into her. You know that’s an
awful way of phrasing it to yourself but you also know it’s true,
and so when her friends arrive you pretend not to be high, which
you’re not really much anymore anyway, you’ve purposefully not
been bumping in order to not make a bad impression. Her friends
are just like her: slim, beautiful, phones out, drinks out, but from
the looks of them they’re not currently reading Ulysses; in fact
you wonder if they can read at all.
You let them talk, it’s mostly about you, Eloise’s friends interrogating
her about you, but she’s ducking questions, trying to
avoid the fact she doesn’t actually know much about you, and by
now the coke has worn off and so you drink your drink, then
drink another, and soon you’re pretty buzzed off the alcohol. A
couple of her friends look familiar, you feel like you’ve seen them
before, but you chalk this up to the alcohol. That sense of familiarity
a slight buzz often brings. Is it the alcohol? Do you care?
You sense Eloise is buzzed too from the way she’s looking at
you, lust tinged with desperation, but regardless her phone is out
and her friends’ phones are out and it’s all selfies, group photos,
you’re dragged into photos by people whose names you don’t
even know, faces you won’t remember, and you’re thinking it’s
all so cheap, this is all so vague and unnecessary, but you let it
happen anyway. You know Eloise is like this, you’re just glad it’s
not as much as her friends are.
Soon Eloise is taking your hand and you’re outside, leaving the
bar, moving on to the next. You light a cigarette for the walk
and give one to Eloise but soon all her friends are asking, begging cigarettes from you, and it just seems easier to give them all
one and so you do, and they’re coughing and looking unsure but
they’re all so proud of themselves, this small act of drunken rebellion
making them feel like better people, even though you know
if anything it’s the opposite. The next bar is Footage, you’ve not
been here for a while, but nothing much has changed. This bar
is more crowded, and despite being drunk you practically beg
Eloise and she takes you into the disabled toilet and you do a
bump each, two, and once you’re back in the room everything
seems much easier to handle, it’s given a perspective that means
something to you, or at least feels like it might. Her friends have
attracted a lot of attention but you and Eloise stay on the periphery,
not wanting to be antisocial, but not wanting to be involved.
Drinks are ordered and drunk, bumps are discreetly done, and
soon it’s the early hours and you’re tired, your nose hurts, your
head is spinning, you’re dreading tomorrow, dreading your exposure
to the world under the influence of such solicitous inebriants.
But in reality you’re back in the penthouse and it’s just you
and Eloise, you’ve managed to kick out her friends, and their new
friends, and it’s just the two of you and you go to the toilet, to
actually use the toilet for a change, and when you come back
Eloise has left the living room. You head for the bedroom and
find her standing in a pile of clothes, wearing only her pants, and
this time she does actually pounce on you.


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Blog Tour and my Review - The Story Keeper - Anna Mazzola

Review and blog tour The Story keeper Anna Mazzola




I’m delighted to be helping kick-start the Blog Tour for The Story Keeper by Anna Mazzola, author of the superb novel The Unseeing which I read and reviewed last year for my blog.

Both are historical novels based around factual events and the author demonstrates her penchant for detailed research and well-honed writing skills in both of these seductively intriguing books.




The Story Keeper begins in 1857 with the protagonist, Audrey Hart on a ferry to the Isle of Skye where she is headed to take up a job offering her the only chance of a little freedom, she is to be an assistant to a wealthy woman who is researching folk tales, myths and legends around the island.

Following the recent Highland clearances local folk are wary of strangers and reluctant to trust anyone, but they are also keen to pass on superstitions and Anna has family links to the island as her late mother was a Skye lassie so maybe she is not as much a stranger to the lives of these country folk as her boss is. As stories emerge of several missing girls, Audrey determines to unravel the mystery, which bears parallels to the disappearance of her own mother many years ago.

What she begins to reveal will test her to the limits as she tries to work out whether the old legends bear any truth or if there is something even more sinister at work.

I loved the setting on the Isle of Skye, the historical details following the Highland clearances, an appalling true event, the wealth of richly painted characters and the themes of folklore, fairy stories and myth. 

The main character of Audrey, a determined young woman whom I could admire and empathise with, this likeable heroine soon had me rooting for her. 

The location of Skye and descriptions are highly evocative, the story has enough hints of the supernatural to lend a shiver whilst reading it and the mystery is compelling and quite awful enough to be scary as well as gripping.

A wonderful read, especially for anyone who loves a well-researched and superbly written historical mystery in a great setting.

My thanks go to Anne at RandomThings Tours for inviting me along on this virtual book tour.

Find it on Amazon and other good bookshops.

The Blurb

From the author of THE UNSEEING comes a sizzling, period novel of folk tales, disappearances and injustice set on the Isle of Skye, sure to appeal to readers of Hannah Kent's BURIAL RITES or Beth Underdown's THE WITCH FINDER'S SISTER ( I also reviewed this you can read my review here).

'A wonderful combination of a thrilling mystery and a perfectly depicted period piece' Sunday Mirror


Audrey Hart is on the Isle of Skye to collect the word-of-mouth folk tales of the people and communities around her. It is 1857, the Highland Clearances have left devastation and poverty, and the crofters are suspicious and hostile, claiming they no longer know their stories. Then Audrey discovers the body of a young girl washed up on the beach and the crofters tell her that it is only a matter of weeks since another girl has disappeared. They believe the girls are the victims of the spirits of the unforgiven dead. Initially, Audrey is sure the girls are being abducted, but then she is reminded of her own mother, a Skye woman who disappeared in mysterious circumstances. It seems there is a link to be explored, and Audrey may uncover just what her family have been hiding from her all these years.