Fearnley Fiction

Buy Here ‘How is Yvonne?’ he’d asked, as they sat in the luxuriously upholstered rattan seats. Pearl’s face had fallen, Bob stared at his moccasins, and the sudden chill wasn’t down to a drop in the evening temperature. Pearl’s voice went from cheery to choked in an instant. ‘Och, she passed away a couple of years ago now. Early onset dementia. It was a heartbreak.’ She wiped away a solitary tear. ‘For goodness sake, what am I like. All this time has passed and I still fill up when I’m telling anyone for the first time.’ Seb knew that feeling all too well. He still struggled for words when anyone asked him anything about Juliet. How could he explain? What could he say? He took the coward’s way out every time, fudged over the truth, omitted the details, changed the subject. ‘I’m so sorry to hear that,’ he’d sympathised truthfully. She’d been great, Yvonne. A little unsure of herself sometimes, but so full of life, and always quick to giggle. ‘And what about you, then?...

Buy Here For me this book was very intriguing, the chapters were short so it drew you in. This always works to make me personally read more, it is a case of a one more chapter read. I read this book in 2 days on holiday. It was an easy read, however, I did find it a bit hard at times to distinguish who was talking even though it was stated at the top of the chapter. The ending felt very blunt as well, I wanted a bit more of a wrap up. This is explained in the authors section as to why, so I understood why. This book makes you think about who you live next to, do you really know them at all? There are a lot of mind tricks in this book, you don’t know if you are coming or going. Of course social media is involved, it always is, whether this be good or bad.  I felt like you got to know the characters in this book and you start to create your own opinions on them, good or bad. I don’t want to give away too much as it is an interesting read that you will blitz throug...

Buy Here Davina untucked her legs and rubbed her forehead. ‘To be honest I’ve been worrying all week. Have you heard about it being under threat?’ I frowned. In the spring I’d grown to know Chesterwood’s food bank well whilst researching a story on local unemployment. I’d met Kit’s eyes across a stack of tinned tuna and was immediately hooked. The wild mocha hair. Tall toned frame. The surprisingly shy smile that caught me off-guard. I hadn’t looked at another man like that since Adam, yet all this while I’d felt nothing but friendship for Kit – until our recent cinema visit. ‘Up until now the warehouse it’s based in has been charging minimal rent just to cover the rates. As you know, Fern, it’s only small. The landlord inherited it and hasn’t previously wanted the bother of doing much with it. But a developer has shown interest and made him realise he’s missing out on some serious money.’ This didn’t sound good. ‘He had no idea the property had such potential and want...

Buy Here I have to be honest and say I am only 70% through this book, so I will review up to where I have read. When I started this book I was a bit unsure where it was going or what it was doing. However it was soon explained as the characters and the plot started to thicken.  I am really enjoying getting to know the characters and going through their life with them. Highs and low. Of course as always some are more liked than others, but I'll let you make your own judgement on that!  Sue really does describe the atmosphere and the locations so that you can see them and imagine you are there too. It's making me want to wrap up warm and go and play in the snow.  I am excited to read the rest of the book and hopefully my predictions are correct.... Or not!

Buy Here ‘But who are they?’ Finan asked. That was the question that nagged at me as we rowed south- wards. Egil had gone back to his ship and, with his sail showing    a drab frontage, was plunging ahead of us. Despite his suggestion, the Spearhafoc was also under sail, but at least a half-mile behind Banamaðr . I did not want my men wearied by hard rowing if they were to fight, and so we had agreed that Egil would turn Banamaðr if he sighted the three ships. He would turn and pretend to flee towards the coast and so lead the enemy, we hoped, into our ambush. I would drop our sail when he turned, so that the enemy would not see the great wolf’s head, but would think us just another trading ship that would prove easy prey. We had taken the sparrow- hawk’s head from the prow. The great carved symbols were there to placate the gods, to frighten enemies, and drive off evil spirits, but custom dictated that they could be removed in s...

Buy Here Part One  The Cause Chapter One Before LAURA Fears. We all have them. That creeping unease. An aversion to something. For me it’s spiders. It stemmed from a nature documentary years before about the black weaver, a matriphagous breed that switches on her babies’ cannibalistic instinct by encouraging her spiderlings to devour her. Unable to tear myself away, I had watched through splayed fingers as the mother circled her lair, tapping and vibrating the web, stimulating her young’s primal instinct until they attacked her in a frenzied swarm. Hundreds of scuttling legs. Sinking fangs. The sound of the adult being consumed after venom had dissolved her from the inside out had stayed with me. What possessed a mother to sacrifice herself like that? How could her children turn on her? Of course that was long before I was a parent.  The instant I saw Tilly, tiny hands fisted, eyes squinting in the unaccustomed light, I plunged headfirst into a love that was abs...

Buy Here LAST NIGHT I wait because I have nothing but time. From the quiet, dim interior of my car, I watch the quiet neighborhood, settle into the upholstery. Autumn. Leaves lofting on cool air. Tacky, ghoulish Halloween decorations adorning stoops and lawns, hanging from trees—skeletons, and jack-o’-lanterns, witches on brooms.  It’s a school night, so no kids playing flashlight tag, no pickup soccer match in the street. Maybe kids don’t even do that anymore. That’s what I understand, anyway. That they’re all iPad-addicted couch potatoes now. It’s the new frontier of parenting. But you’ll know better about this than I’m likely to. Younger families live on this block. SUVs are hastily parked. Basketball hoops tilt in driveways; bikes twist on the lawn. Recycling cans wait patiently at the curb on Wednesday, garbage on Friday.  Tonight, there’s a game on. I see it playing on bigscreen televisions in three different open-plan living rooms. But the house I’m watchin...