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Buy Here PROLOGUE I wasn’t sure I had enough wee for the stick. I pressed my bladder through my jeans with my fingertips, holding the pregnancy test in the other hand. Not bursting but it would have to do. I peeled off the top of the foil packet, balanced the stick on the top of the loo roll and unzipped my flies. I sat down and reached back for the stick. Looking down at my thighs, I realized I was sitting too far forward on the loo seat, so I shuffled my bottom backwards and widened my knees until there was enough space to reach my hand underneath me, trying to avoid grazing the loo bowl with my knuckles. Christ, this was unsanitary. There must be better ways. I narrowed my eyes at the bath in front of me and wondered if it would be easier to step into that, crouch down and wee on the stick in the bath, letting it trickle out down the plughole. No worse than weeing in the shower, right? I shook my head. I was in my parents’ bathroom. Couldn’t do a pregnancy tes...

Buy Here CHAPTER ONE She watched her reflection in the empty glass bottle as the truth crept in with the wine in her veins. It curled around her stomach and squeezed tight, whispering words that paused before they stung, like a paper cut cutting deep: colourless at first and then vibrant with blood. You are such a fucking cliché, it whispered – an accusation, a statement, a fact. The words stung because Zara Kaleel’s self-image was built on the singular belief that she was different. She was different to the two tribes of women that haunted her youth. She was not a docile housewife, fingers yellowed by turmeric like the quiet heroines of the second-gen literature she hated so much. Nor was she a rebel, using her sexuality to subvert her culture. And yet here she was, lying in freshly stained sheets, skin gleaming with sweat and regret. Luka’s post-coital pillow talk echoed in her ear: ‘it’s always the religious ones’. She smiled a mirthless smile. The alcohol, the pi...

Buy Here This book is about a set of friends who are 20 something. It was refreshing to see a book about friends in their 20s rather than just 1 or 2 characters. This is a cloae of close knit friends who would do anything for each other. I really liked their relationship. I did feel some points of it, being a 20 something year old myself would be hard to put in place in my life l, however, I can presume there are some groups of friends out there who are like this. I liked the writing style, with each chapter being from a different characters perspective but also reflecting on what the others have been doing as well. I know you shouldn't judge a book by the cover, but it is a great cover, I loved how the front and back tied in together. It is not something you see very often but it's a great idea. 3 stars.

Buy Here 12 January 2016, Udaipur, India In a dusty bus depot on the outskirts of a city, Maya and James remove their pristine backpacks and put them down on a vast expanse of dried, cracked mud. The brown ground is fleetingly tinged pink from the sunset and a wind whips up a whirl of dust and feathers. James throws his large grey-and-black bag down in a more gung-ho fashion than Maya – he thinks grime and dirt will make them look edgier, how ‘real’ travellers should look – disguising the fact they started their big round-the-world trip in Oberoi opulence. James used to do the same thing when he was a teen with white, box-fresh trainers – he’d ask Francesca to jump up and down on his feet, to roughen them up a bit and make them look less ‘new’, to make him look less of a mummy’s boy. Francesca always obliged with more gusto than James intended, and the gentle toe taps and foot presses would inevitably graduate to stamps, painful kicks and James and Francesca coming to blow...

Buy Here This is a debut book by this author and I think she has a long and bright future ahead if this book is anything to go by and I cannot wait to read the next one. Hold your tongue is a brilliant debut and one that most authors dream of. It gripped me right from the start. I wanted to keep reading and wish I had saved it till holiday as I'm sure it would have been a read in one sitting book. It had just the right amount of gore, detective investigation and then the POV from the killer. The crimes were in a way classy, well as classy as crime can be. The author didn't make you feel sick or expose too much blood and guts. Theh seemed on par with the novel, I think anymore and it would of been too much. The writing style reminded me of Chris Carter who as we all know is my favourite author. The writting was short, snappy and to the point. Short chapters made it a just one more read, and this is exactly what I did. There are hints to a back story which at firs...

Buy Here Pro l ogue ~ Melissa Oc t ob e r 2018 The s c re a ming inside h a d stopp e d. B ut the thou g h t s in m y h ea d still c lamou re d for a tt e ntion. I studi e d m y h a nds, turning them ov e r to e x a mine m y p a lms. P e rh a ps m y futu r e w a s w r itten on them, a lo n g m y lif e lin e . I sta r ted to twist a n im a g ina r y g old band around the third f in g e r on m y l e ft h a nd. On e , two, thr e e times. The smooth skin h e r e , w h e re p r e vio u s l y t h e re h a d b ee n a w e dding ri n g , pro v e d that I w a s on c e ma r ri e d. No, not on c e . T wi ce . The n a us e a c a me in w a v e s e v e r y time we w e nt o v e r a bump in t h e r o a d. I w a nted to tell the d riv e r I thou g ht I mi g ht throw u p. The tas t e of fe a r w a s foul in m y mouth a nd I n ee d e d some f r e sh a ir. But the driv e r c...

Buy Here Chapter One R u m B aba Ing re dients: F lour Su g a r Eg g s B a ki n g pow d e r One of those v a nilla/b a k i ng pow d e r pa c k e ts with the a n g e l on the f ront What t o do: Mix a ll in g r e dients t o g e t h e r a nd pour into cr è me ca r a m e l r a mekins. (W a it wh a t about the r u m ? N a nna didn’t s a y ru m ; she lau g h e d wh e n I m e ntion e d it. I s the r e no r u m in rum b a b a ? M a y b e I s o a k it a t the e nd – I ’m ce r t a in the one Gr a ndpa ma d e me wa s soa k e d in rum.) F i g u re out rum. ( H a n g on I think N a n n a missed out a f e w i n g r e d i e nts wh e n she told me. Y ea st, do e sn’t Rum B a b a h a ve y e a st in it) F i g u re out missing i n g red ients. The sun w a s t r y i n g with a ll its mi g ht to ca st w a rm r a y s down on M a n c h e ste r , but J a nu a r y was h a ving no n ...