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 This is not my normal sort of read, however, I really enjoyed it. Normally anything gothic or with a hint of ghosts is not my thing. This story was written so well and gripped you and drew you in. There was such a clear description of the house, the people and also the grounds. I really wanted this story to carry on and on. I am glad the story ended how it did. Given a full all round story.  I cannot wait to read more around this sort of genre. 

Buy Here As she travelled through higher dimensions, Jo noticed narrow tubes of energy that stretched across the entire length of the ever-expanding universe. These thin regions of cosmic strings presented themselves in loops with no ends. Since Jo had transformed into her ethereal light vessel, it allowed her to move through these strings as it bent the space-time continuum. These hidden dimensions were tightly wound using elementary particles, providing a cosmic superstring gravity wave energy that stretched across the vast distances of the universe. Fluctuating between space and time, Jo had been guided by the Galactic Medallion used as a cosmic compass back to the Pleiades, to meet with the Council of Creation. This dimension was deemed to emulate heaven as humans would have described it on Earth. It was the headquarters for the Divine Source, unified field of consciousness, where the Soul would journey before their experience and incarnation on planet Earth. Much like a movie ...

Buy Here I was asked if I would like to be part of this book tour. It sounded amazing so of course, I said yes. This book gripped me and drew me in right from the start. I wanted to know more and more as the book went on. There were twists ans turns that I didn't see coming. Some shocking some not so much.  I really enjoyed this book, the characters and descriptions of locations were brilliant. I could imagine what it would look like if I was standing there myself. Looking forward to more from this author

Buy Here The Captain, lying in his soft, down bed snores contentedly; his wife in unison. Yesterday was a long, hard day for them both and there’s another one about to follow. The coming one will be particularly hard, for it’s the one day of the week when The Captain accepts a coach party into his restaurant at lunchtime. In this case, it’s yours, for the coming day is the highlight of your trip to Cornwall, a day in Treddoch Harbour.  You’ll enjoy the experience, I’m sure though The Captain will be glad when it’s over. Catering for over forty people, all at the same time is hard work. It’s not that The Captain dislikes hard work, it’s rather that he dislikes the meagre profit that he gets for this particular piece of work.   It’s also a time of dreams, this Season, certainly a time when dreams stand the best chance of being fulfilled, for it’s the time of year when the flow of money into the coffers is at full flood. Come the winter, the supply will be all but cut off as...

Buy Here A NIGHT TO REMEMBER   ‘What the hell are you doing? Get off me!’ Shocked horror filled her. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Only a few minutes ago they were laughing and talking. Now, leaning forward, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her down to the floor to her knees. He kicked her backwards with his steel toe-capped boot, which made her cry out in pain as she fell on to the concrete floor. Her head was pounding from hitting the hard surface. It was covered in plastic, which had made it even easier for her to slip on. She felt dazed. Her head was swimming, but adrenalin and panic drove her on. Pouncing upon her and straddling her, his leering face loomed only away inches from her own. Reaching up, she scratched his face with her long nails. They dug deep into his cheeks and drew blood. She was struggling and doing her best to fight him off. He grabbed her jaw with his large, rough builder’s hands and squeezed hard. As he shouted at her spit fle...

Buy Here 1 Hannah   It was Jenny’s death that killed my mother. Killed her as good as if she’d been shot in the chest with a twelve-gauge shotgun. The doctor said it was the cancer. But I saw the will to live drain out of her the moment the policeman knocked on our screen door. “It’s Jenny, isn’t it?” Mom rasped, clutching the lapel of her faded dressing gown. “Ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you other than to say it straight.” The policeman spoke in the low-pitched melancholic tone he’d used moments earlier when he’d pulled up and told me to wait in the patrol car as its siren lights painted our house streaks of red and blue. Despite his request, I’d slipped out of the back seat and rushed to Mom’s side as she turned on the front porch light and stepped onto the stoop, dazed from being woken late at night. I hugged her withered waist as he told her what he had to say. Her body shuddered at each word. His jaw was tight under strawberry blond stubble and his light eyes...

  Buy Here I have always been fascinated bu Auschwitz, and when this book came about to be on a blog tour. I said yes, as I didn't know much about the twins.  I did enjoy this book and found it a good read, I just couldn't help but want more. I wanted to know about the camp, what it was actually like for the twins. If there were any twins that really stood out to them while they were there.  The situation is truly horrible, and my heart went out to them on every level.  I fell the pain of the experiments that were being done on them. I couldn't help but worry about them.  This book is very well written and very elegant, it makes it an 'easy' read in the sense that you can get stuck in very quickly.   I wanted it to carry on for just a little bit longer, I could see the percentage going up on my kindle and getting sad for it to finish.  I am so glad that they were okay and able to come out of  a horrible situation to have people there for them...

Buy Here Having previously read and loved Dinah Jefferies and I couldn't wait to get stuck into this one. This one is a different from her normal type of novel but it is equally as good. I was gripped from the first page and found it very hard to put down.   If you weren't wanting a holiday before, you will after reading this.  Several locations in Italy are featured including Rome, Florence and Tuscany. Having not been to some of these locations Dinah did a brilliant job at creating the visions, I could see myself there along side the characters as I was reading.  No one knows who to trust, even family are questioning family. This makes you question how well you know your own family.  This story is a question of hardship and love, and the trials and tribulations it goes through.  Who can you trust? 

1. Your previous novel, The Escape Room, was set in the world of Wall Street high stakes investment banking. How did you decide to set your next book in a seaside resort community?   For me, part of the pleasure of writing is to explore characters, places, issues and even writing styles. When I finished writing The Escape Room, I was interested in expanding my horizons as a writer rather than embarking on a new novel that would  tread similar ground to The Escape Room. I'd been reading about several sexual assault cases going through the courts and I was interested in exploring some of the issues in my fiction. Not just about sexual assault itself but about the judicial process and the effects of it on families. As for my choice of location, my process is that I sit down and start writing, and let the story unravel in a very organic way. So when I started writing The Night Swim, the setting sort of chose itself!  2. Rachel, the main character in The Night Swim, host...

Buy Here The girl appears to float in the low brume. Her skin is transparent. Veins tick in her temples, mysterious as the workings of an opened clock. Oblivious to her sister watching from the fence, she gazes entranced at her hands, which are blanketed in something dark and moving. An anxious crevice forms between the sister’s moth eyes. Instinct, a twist in her gut, tells her to bolt, to run back to the house and slam the door, to throw herself into the solid embrace of her father. She can imagine the rough wool kiss of his jacket against her cheek, the safe squeeze of his arms. But her father isn’t there. He left before dawn, with the groom, to visit a patient. She had heard, through a haze of half-sleep, the hollow timpani of the horses’ hoofs on the cobbles. When he is absent, she feels a desperate emptiness, as if he might never return and she will be left to care for her sisters alone, adrift in a world she does not yet fully comprehend. Her father’s voice is in her head –...