Book Synopsis:

Lucy is eight years old and ends up in foster care after being abandoned by her mum and kicked out by her new stepmother. Two aunties and then her elderly grandmother take her in but it seems nobody can cope with Lucy’s disruptive behaviour. Social Services hope a stay with experienced foster carer Angela will help Lucy settle down. She misses her dad and three siblings and is desperate for a fresh start back home, but will Lucy ever be able to live in harmony with her stepmother and her stepsister – a girl who was once her best friend at school?

The Girl Who Wanted to Belong is the fifth book from well-loved foster carer and Sunday Times bestselling author Angela Hart. A true story that shares the tale of one of the many children she has fostered over the years. Angela’s stories show the difference that quiet care, a watchful eye and sympathetic ear can make to those children whose upbringing has been less fortunate than others.

Extract:

Part 1
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‘So many questions!’
‘That’s wonderful!’ Jess exclaimed. ‘I’ll let the social worker know right away. Thanks so much. This is great news for Lucy. Please thank Jonathan from me. What would I do without you two? I shudder to think!’

Jess had been our support social worker for some time and we’d got to know each other well. She was a good ten years younger than my husband Jonathan and me – we were in our
forties now – yet Jess always seemed wise beyond her years. She was extremely efficient at her job and had a way of always saying the right thing, even when she was completely
snowed under with work.
‘Thanks, Jess. We look forward to meeting Lucy. It’ll be nice to have another little girl in the house.’

‘Lucy’s very fortunate,’ Jess replied, sounding relieved. ‘I think you are the ideal foster
carers for her. Let me make the arrangements and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.  Hopefully we’ll get her to you tomorrow. Is that OK?’

‘Perfect.’ When I put the phone down I felt supported and appreciated, just as I always did after talking to Jess. I was also excited, apprehensive and slightly nervous about meeting our new arrival. To this day those emotions still collide whenever a new child is due to start a
placement. I love the sense of anticipation, wondering what the child will be like, how we will get along and how we will be able to help. I immediately start thinking about how to make him or her welcome when they turn up at our door; I want them to feel comfortable from the moment they arrive, although that’s not always possible. No child comes to us without issues and I always have underlying worries about what state they will be in, what problems we may need to deal with and whether or not we really will be the right foster carers for the job.

Lucy had recently turned eight years old and Jess had explained to me on the phone that she was described by family members as being ‘disruptive’, ‘aggressive’, ‘belligerent’ and ‘totally impossible to live with’. She had support in the classroom, which suggested she had some special educational needs, but there were no further details. Her mum was off the scene – Jess didn’t know the details – and Lucy was left with her father, two brothers and her little sister. Problems started when her dad moved his new partner and her young daughter into the family home. Lucy clashed with her ‘stepmother’ so badly she was sent to live with two different aunties, miles out of town. They either didn’t want her or couldn’t cope and so Lucy was packed off to stay with her elderly grandmother who lived even further away, in a different county. Lucy had missed a lot of school during this period and it was her struggling gran who had reluctantly called Social Services, asking for help after finding herself unable to cope.

Jess also told me that Lucy’s placement would be short term. The little girl missed her daddy and siblings and desperately wanted to go home, despite the issues she had with her new stepmother. It would be our job to help integrate Lucy back into the family unit. Her father and stepmother and possibly some of the children would be given support in the form of family counselling, to help pave the way for Lucy’s return. Lucy would see a psychologist and also take part in group family therapy. It was expected the whole process would take two or three months, although understandably nothing was set in stone.

Jonathan and I are well used to taking in children at short notice and not knowing how long they will be staying. We’d been fostering for more than a decade at this point in time. We’d looked after dozens of kids and many had come to us as emergency cases, at even shorter notice than Lucy. I was delighted we could offer Lucy a home, and as soon as I’d finished talking to Jess I went to sort out a bedroom for her, to make sure she would feel as
welcome as possible.

The following day Lucy arrived with a social worker called Brian. I was standing on the pavement in front of our florist shop, helping to take in the last of the displays, when they pulled up in a bright red Mini. To my amusement Brian looked exactly like Rowan Atkinson; the likeness was uncanny. As he got out of the car and shook my hand I thought to myself, I’m glad his car’s not green or I’d have thought Mr Bean had arrived!

‘May I present Lucy,’ Brian said very brightly as the small and very slender little girl climbed out of the back of the car.

I was struck by Brian’s energy. He had collected Lucy from her grandmother’s house, which I’d been alarmed to discover was more than a hundred miles away. He must have been driving for hours and it was a Friday too and so the traffic can’t have been great, especially in the afternoon rush. Nevertheless, Brian was all smiles and looked as fresh as a daisy. Lucy
appeared remarkably bright in the circumstances too. She gave me a broad grin and said hello enthusiastically, which I was very pleased about. As she smiled I noticed she’d lost her two
front teeth; her adult teeth were just starting to push through the top gum. Lucy looked very young for her age and she could have passed for a child of seven or maybe even six. She was very pretty, with bright blue eyes, a sprinkling of pale freckles on her nose and beautiful honey-blonde hair that framed her little face and bounced on her shoulders. I grinned back at her, thinking how appealing she looked and how friendly she seemed. It was almost as if she’d come for a social visit, rather than arriving for a foster care placement, which was very heartening to see.

‘I’m Angela. It’s lovely to meet you Lucy. Come and meet my husband Jonathan, he’s in the shop.’

‘Is this your shop?’

‘Yes. It’s a family business. We’ve been running it for a very long time. My mum ran it before us. You’ll meet her soon enough, I’m sure.’

‘I thought you were just foster carers. Wow! Do you own all these flowers? What’s your mum’s name? Where does she live? Does she live with you as well?’

Lucy was standing in the middle of the shop now, taking everything in, her eyes darting everywhere.

‘So many questions!’ my husband said cheerfully, stepping from behind the counter. ‘Hello Lucy, I’m Jonathan. Very pleased to meet you.’

She said hello politely and I introduced Jonathan to Brian. ‘Decent journey?’ Jonathan asked.

Before Brian could answer Lucy was off again. ‘What do you do with all the flowers you don’t sell? Where do you grow them all? You must have a big garden. Who does the gardening? I like gardening. Have you got flowers in your house? Do you have to water them all? Does it take ages? It must take ages. What’s this stuff for?’

‘We try not to have too many flowers we don’t sell, but if we do have any going past their sell-by date we often put them in the house, so we can enjoy them. Jonathan goes to collect them from the wholesalers, we do have a garden, but we don’t grow any of the flowers for the
shop. Yes, they all need watering, and that green foamy stuff is for making flower arrangements. It’s called oasis and it helps the flowers stand up and stay in place. You push the stalks into it, to keep them upright. Does that answer your questions?’

‘Er . . . I think so.’

‘My mum’s called Thelma, by the way,’ I said. ‘She lives nearby and she loves to meet all the children who stay with us. She babysits for us sometimes.’

‘Oh! Do you have a baby?’

‘No, I mean she looks after the children we foster for us sometimes.’

Lucy nodded and seemed to approve. ‘I like the smell in here. Can I help you? I’d love to work in a shop!’

‘Indeed you can, but not right now,’ Jonathan said. ‘We’re about to shut up for the evening and you must be tired after all that travelling. Let’s go through to the house.’

We left our assistant Barbara to finish closing the shop. She’d been working with us for many years and was well used to seeing different children coming and going.

‘I’ll see you again soon, by the sound of it,’ Barbara said kindly, and Lucy gave her a smile.

Jonathan and I led Lucy and Brian through the storeroom at the back and into our adjoining town house. Her eyes were everywhere still and she continued to ask lots ofquestions. I glanced at Brian, thinking, I wonder if he’s had this for hours on end in the car? That man deserves a medal!

‘Do you have children?’ Lucy asked, looking me directly in the eye. ‘Who else lives here with? Do I have to share a room?’

I told her we had another girl living with us called Maria, who was just a little bit older than Lucy. Maria was upstairs in her bedroom and no, Lucy would not have to share a room.

‘We have three floors and your bedroom is on the top floor of the house, next to Maria’s.
I’ve got it all ready for you but I haven’t put the duvet cover or pillow cases on yet as I thought you might like to choose which colour set you want.’

‘OK. Thanks. Have your own children left home?’

‘No, we don’t have children of our own.’
‘Oh.’ She narrowed her eyes. ‘Is Maria adopted?’
‘No, we are fostering her too, just like you.’
‘Oh. Do you like fostering then?’

We went into the kitchen and as Lucy and I continued to chat – or should I say Lucy continued to interview me! Jonathan fetched everyone a glass of water. It was an unusually warm, sunny day in early spring and Brian said he needed a cold drink after driving for so
long in the heat.

‘Thirsty work, wasn’t it Lucy?’ he said jovially, which made Lucy burst out laughing.  There was obviously an in-joke going on here, but they didn’t elaborate.

Lucy carried on quizzing me and Brian tactfully took the opportunity to run through the routine paperwork with Jonathan, talking quietly on the other side of the kitchen. By now Lucy had moved on to ask me lots of questions about our garden and what was in the shed she could see from our kitchen window. I was happy to keep chatting while Brian went through the formalities, handing over all the usual forms with contact numbers on, emergency Social Services numbers and so on. Sometimes kids sit in silence during this initial handover, which is never ideal and always makes me feel uncomfortable.

Brian didn’t have a great deal of background information on Lucy. This is not uncommon on the first day of a placement, and Lucy had never been in care before so there were no old
records on file. In any case, Brian was not Lucy’s actual social worker and had simply been drafted in to transport her to our house as he was based in the county where her grandmother
lived. She would be assigned a social worker from the area her parents lived in as soon as possible.

As they filled in the paperwork Brian told Jonathan that he stopped for a cup of tea with Lucy’s grandmother. ‘She seems like a lovely, sweet old lady,’ he said. ‘She told me she’s very sorry she’s had to get Social Services involved and wishes she could care for Lucy herself, but she’s too old and frail. I felt sorry for her, to tell the truth. I told her she’d done the right thing.’ Brian was aware of the fact Lucy schooling had been disrupted with all the moves she done between relatives’ houses.

‘Do you happen to know how much school she’s missed?’ Jonathan asked.

‘All in all I reckon she’s missed about half a term from what she’s said, but don’t quote me on that.’

‘I see. I don’t suppose you know if she’s statemented? Our support social worker
mentioned she had help in the classroom. Was anything said to you along those lines?’

‘Nothing official, but Lucy told me she always had a lady helping her in her old school, so I guess she must be.’

‘OK. That’s good to hear. Hopefully it won’t be too difficult to find her a school place here.’

If a child has special needs and is statemented it generally makes it easier for us to secure them a school place, particularly at short notice. This is because schools receive extra funding
for statemented children, from the local education authority (LEA), which makes it easier for the head teachers to provide the extra support the child will need. I reckoned it would take over an hour to get Lucy to her old school, near her family home. It wasn’t feasible for her to return there while she was living with us and so we’d have to get her a local place. We’d make this a priority, as we always do.

After Brian had completed his handover he said he’d pop back out to his car to fetch Lucy’s bags from the boot. She’d carried one small rucksack in herself and I had assumed that was all she had with her, as a lot of kids arrive with very few belongings.

‘Oh, I forgot about my bags,’ she said. ‘I’ll come and help you.’

‘There’s no need, Lucy. You stay here. Won’t take me a minute.’

‘But you know I like to help!’
The two of them started to laugh again. Brian then explained that Lucy had insisted on ‘helping’ when they stopped at a service station and bought cold drinks earlier in the day. Lucy had offered to hold Brian’s drink but then decided to stand the cup on the bonnet of the Mini while she fastened up the Velcro on her trainers. Brian didn’t notice what she’d done and then Lucy got distracted and forgot all about the drink. The upshot was that Brian began
to drive away with the full cup still on the bonnet of the car. Luckily he spotted the drink before it toppled over and they had evidently both had a good laugh about it.

‘I don’t need any more help,’ Brian teased, which made me realise why his ‘thirsty work’ comment had made Lucy laugh so much a few minutes earlier. ‘Leave the bags to me,’ he said jovially. ‘I can manage perfectly well on my own, thank you very much!’

It was great to see that Lucy had a sense of humour and seemed so at ease. I thought Brian had done a fabulous job in delivering her to us in this frame of mind. So many children arrive at our door looking miserable, nervous or even angry and hostile. Often it takes days to raise the faintest smile, let alone a laugh like this. Lucy was as relaxed as I think a child could be in a situation like this.

Brian fetched two sports holdalls from the car and then stayed and made chit-chat for a few more minutes, telling a very funny story about how he once drove for miles through France with his sunglasses on the roof of his car. When he left Lucy wanted to go outside and
wave him off, and she asked if she would ever see him again. Unfortunately she wouldn’t, I explained, telling her that she would be assigned her own social worker, from the county she came from.

‘Oh well,’ she said. ‘I liked Brian. If I have to have a social worker I hope mine is as nice as him. Why do I have to have a social worker?’

I explained in simple terms why she needed as social worker while we watched the Mini disappear around the corner, Brian’s head millimetres from the roof. Lucy laughed. ‘He’s funnier than Mr Bean!’

Now it was my turn to laugh, and I told Lucy I thought she was spot on about that.

Jonathan carried the holdalls upstairs and Lucy and I followed. I explained the layout of our house as we climbed the two flights of stairs and I told her about a few house rules.

‘OK,’ she said thoughtfully before launching into another round of questioning. ‘But why can’t you have food in the bedroom? Why do people take their shoes off in the hall? Why do
I need to ask before I help myself to food from the kitchen? Why . . .’ She went on and on, wanting to get to the bottom of every single rule I had in place. I explained how the rules were simply designed to keep the house clean, safe and tidy, and the people in it healthy and as well cared for as possible.

‘Oh, I thought you’d just made them up to show who’s boss,’ Lucy said seriously.

‘No, I wouldn’t do that. I want everyone to be happy and comfortable and safe. That’s the point of the rules. It’s not about showing who’s boss.’

‘Some people would do that.’
‘Some people would?’
‘Some people would just make up rules to wind other people up and be bossy! That’s all I’m saying. Some people are nasty like that.’ Lucy buttoned her lips and said no more and I didn’t press her. Usually children take many weeks, if not months and sometimes even years
to get things off their chest. There was no way of telling when Lucy might make any disclosures that might help us to understand what had gone wrong at home. We’d just have to wait and see, and let her take things at her pace. I hoped her openness and willingness to
communicate boded well, however. I had a feeling she was going to be very talkative about her family and her past when she was good and ready, if not with me then with the specialists who were going to provide family therapy and counselling.

The ultimate aim was to iron out whatever difficulties Lucy had experienced at home and
move her back in with her family. It was what she desperately wanted, and I wanted to help
her in any way I could.

About The Author:

Good morning everyone I’m excited to be on the blog tour for Bone Deep by Sandra Ireland today and have a fantastic interview with the author to share with you.

Bone Deep is available now in ebook and paperback, purchase your copy here.

Before I share my interview with you here is a little bit about the book.

Book Synopsis:

What happens when you fall in love with the wrong person?

The consequences threaten to be far-reaching and potentially deadly. Bone Deep is a contemporary novel of sibling rivalry, love, betrayal and murder. It is a dual narrative, told in alternative chapters by Mac, a woman bent on keeping the secrets of the past from her only son, and the enigmatic Lucie, whose own past is something of a closed book. Their story is underpinned by the creaking presence of an abandoned water mill, and haunted by the local legend of two long-dead sisters, themselves rivals in love, and ready to point an accusing finger from the pages of history.

Author Interview:

1. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

BONE DEEP is my second novel. My debut, BENEATH THE SKIN was published after I graduated with an MLitt in Writing Practice and Study at the University of Dundee. I went back to higher education later in life, but not too late! I have two sons, both grown up, so this is my time. I’m doing all the things I missed out on first time around, and that includes being a novelist!

2. What do you do when you are not writing?

I live right beside to beach in Carnoustie, on the east coast of Scotland, so I do a lot of walking. I also enjoy yoga and I have been known to go to the gym, but not on a regular basis! I like reading and drawing, and I’m very partial to a bit of live music, especially traditional or Country.

3. Do you have a day job as well?

I work one day a week in my local ironmongers. It’s a fabulous shop, real old school with some very quirky customers. I consider it research! It gets me out of the house, which is a good thing. I also teach creative writing in various settings from my local café to the University of Dundee. Along with two of my writing buddies, Dawn Geddes and Elizabeth Frattaroli, I run Chasing Time Writing Retreats, which offers tutored weekends for time-poor authors. (https://chasingtimescotland.wordpress.com) I also do some editing and online courses.

4. When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

I was always an avid reader as a child, and writing seemed to be a natural progression. I wrote as a teenager too, but was so embarrassed by it I hid my stories under the bed. It was only when I was in my forties that I realised my mum had known about my habit all along! In 2006 she encouraged me to apply for a correspondent’s job on my local paper, and I enjoyed that for a while. Fiction is more fun that real life, so I soon changed tack and started writing a novel. I went back to full time education as a mature student, and that’s when I discovered the wonderful creative writing department at the University of Dundee.

5. How did you choose the genre you write in?

I think the genre found me! I seem to do dark and twisty very well, and I’ve made a conscious decision to move more towards crime. The crime writing community is very supportive, they know how to have fun, and crime sells!

6. Where do you get your ideas?

Usually I have separate ideas (usually stories I hear on the news, my own experiences or folktales) and then I try and link two ideas together.

7.  Do you ever experience writer’s block?

No, I can always write. It may not be very good, but I can always write something! The skill is in the editing.

8. Do you work with an outline, or just write?

No plan for me. It’s a complete waste of time. I’ve tried, but I never stick to it, and anyway part of the beauty of writing is that it is (or should be) organic. If you stick to a plan the writing will never surprise you.

9. Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?

I read the Book of Human Skin by Michelle Lovric several years ago, and that was astonishing. The subject matter, the structure, and the conscious manipulation of the reader was inspiring. It was a new way to write, and it definitely taught me to experiment with my own work.

10. Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

Beneath the Skin is my fourth or fifth book. The others will never see the light of day! I think it’s a mistake to rush into publication. Writing is a craft, and you have to learn your craft by making mistakes. As a student of writing, I was more than happy to wait, to receive peer feedback and edit Beneath the Skin thoroughly before submission. I signed up with my agent, Jenny Brown, after pitching the story at an event and was offered a deal by Polygon a few months later. So even though I’d had loads of rejections for my other books, I had high hopes for this one, and my faith was rewarded!

11. Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

That would be telling! I think writing is a way of making sense of your emotions and experiences, so it’s inevitable that a little bit of yourself will turn up in your work.

12. What was your hardest scene to write?

I can’t really say without spoilers, but Lucie’s experiences towards the end of the book were really difficult to write…

13. How did you come up with the title?

BONE DEEP refers to the strength of the emotions in the book: love, lust, hate, jealousy- everything is felt very deeply. It’s also a nod to the deep water of the mill pond..

14. What project are you working on now?

I’m working on Novel number 4 now. Number 3, another psychological thriller, set in a scrapyard, is already complete and with my publisher. I’ve also been offered a publishing contract for a forthcoming non-fiction book about mill folklore.

15. What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

I’ve been incredibly lucky in that (so far!) readers have been very nice about my writing! I suppose the greatest compliment was to have Beneath the Skin shortlisted for a Saltire Literary Award, one of Scotland’s top prizes. That was very exciting and a huge confidence boost.

16. Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Thank you so much for all your support. It’s incredibly hard sharing your baby with the world, so thank you for being so kind!

About The Author:

Sandra Ireland was born in Yorkshire, lived for many years in Limerick, and is now based in Carnoustie. She began her writing career as a correspondent on a local newspaper but quickly realised that fiction is much more intriguing than fact. In 2013 Sandra was awarded a Carnegie-Cameron scholarship to study for an MLitt in Writing Practice and Study at the University of Dundee, graduating with a distinction in 2014. Her work has appeared in various publications and women’s magazines. She is the author of Beneath the Skin(Polygon, 2016).

Book Synopsis:

Tales in Music for children 3 to 7, in English, Chinese, French editions

An innovative concept for raising multilingual, multicultural children.

TALES IN MUSIC: magical books with narration, music, and moving pictures.

Once upon a late spring in Italy, a strawberry farmer’s strawberries grew red and ripe …
A modern fable for ice-cream lovers!

Each Tale in Music is a collaboration between writer, musician, and illustrator, a magic book with beautiful sound and moving pictures. Available in English, Chinese, and French editions, Madeleine Editions help children 3~7 cultivate an ear for languages and a taste for the creative arts during this crucial time in their lives.

Purchase your copy of this book https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-taste-of-a-strawberry/id1397830073?mt=11

My Review:

As a parent to two young children, one of whom has just learnt to read I am always a fan of anything that is fun and helps encourage their love of books.

The Taste Of A Strawberry is a collection of fun and innovative stories created to help encourage children to read and to learn a new language.  My kids loved the fun stories and silly songs in the book and it has fast become a firm favourite in our house.

Children benefit hugely through sharing a book with an adult and having the opportunity to read aloud.  This book helps encourage a child’s confidence when reading aloud and helps them to develop listening skills through early exposure to a new language.  The pause at the end of each page is a great touch and gives plenty of opportunity to discuss the book.

This is the first book by Madeleine Editions I have read and I will be be buying some more in the future.  Huge thanks to Anne Cater for inviting me onto the blog tour and for my copy of this book.

Book Synopsis:

Jean lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and two kids. The proud owner of a thriving bookstore, she doesn’t rattle easily – not like she used to. But after two of her customers insist they’ve seen her double, Jean decides to investigate. Curiosity grows to obsession and soon Jean’s concerns shift from the identity of the woman, to her very own.

Funny, dark and surprising, Bellevue Square takes readers down the existentialist rabbit hole and asks the question: what happens when the sense you’ve made of things stops making sense?

My Review:

Bellevue Square is a very intriguing, original book that was a very interesting read.

Apparently everyone has someone, somewhere who looks like you and I’ve often wondered how I would feel if I came face to face with them.  It must be quite confusing and intriguing to find out what they are like.  This is the dilemma facing Jean when she comes face to face with her double and her initial curiosity turns into obsession as she strives to find out everything about her.

I did like Jean, the main character in the book.  Firstly she has my dreams job of owning her own bookshop but I loved her humour and how much she seemed to care for her customers.  As the book went my opinion of her did change and I began to feel a bit concerned as to what she would do next.  I feel sorry for her as she didn’t seem to happy with who she was and the life she lives.

I must admit I did find this book a little difficult to get into and a tad confusing at first though I quickly got into the story.  This is a gripped read as you are always wondering what Jean is going to do next.  There were times when I simultaneously wanted to continue reading to for our what happens and stop reading as I didn’t watch to know what Helen would do next.

Huge thanks to you Cater for inviting me onto the blog tour and to no exit press for my copy of this book.  If you like unusual, thrilling and unsettling thrillers then you’ll love this book.

About The Author:

Michael Redhill is an American-born Canadian poet, playwright and novelist. Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Redhill was raised in the metropolitan Toronto, Ontario area.

I’m pleased to be on the blog tour for Sour Fruit by Eli Allison today and to have a great extract to share with you.

Sour Fruit is available to buy now in no ebook here.

Before I share my extract with you here is a little bit about the book.

Book Synopsis:

Onion is snatched. Which is proper shit because she still had nearly twenty quid left on her Angry Slut Teen Clothing gift card and now she was never going to get those flamingo-pink leather chaps she’d been eyeing up. She wakes up chained to an armpit of a river city, earmarked for a skin-trader called The Toymaker. Surrounded by a creeping rot she has just three days to escape before the sold sticker becomes a brand.

Forced into a knife fight with a world that has just pulled an AK47 on her, all Onion has to fight with is; a sewer for a mouth, a rusted up moral compass and a spanking anger that can sucker-punch kindness at twenty paces. She might survive but probably not.

Sour Fruit is a dark dystopian novel set in northern Britain, in a river city called Kingston; a rotting scrap yard of misery. The VOIDs are forced to live there not by walls or fences but by being invisible in the new digital world.

The novel explores ideas about what is home, how friendship can come from strange places and the debts we can’t ever pay back.

Extract:

I know the drill, Doc. Haven’t we been doing this for ever? Shit, when I drag that beat-up memory from the past and prop it up with hindsight… It was all so friggin’ obvious. The scam she had going.
Let’s think. I’d only been at Sunny’s a couple of months, but it was the same setup as all the other care homes. Only difference was the walls were a cold pink instead of a warm one and they served cardboard pizza on a Wednesday instead of a Friday like my old place. But when I think back to it, the home did have a prickle like a burrowing tick. The other kids were pitiful, never whimpering nowt but Ps and Qs, never raising their gazes above their chins. But none of the staff seemed touchy under the covers, so I just took it that they were nervous of me. I can be a smidge wick.
I should have seen it though. All that cheap wealth dripping off her, Old Vera, the head kiddy supervisor; she’d only dress in designers, her fingers always loaded up with trinkets. She had a slashing scalpel of a voice cutting through the skull every room you went into. Crow-barring her rules into every move you made. Permission to shit? To eat? To shit again? Wafting her keycard like poisoned bait. ‘Be good,’ she’d squeal, ‘or else.’
But that night she was more shrill than usual – eyes darting, sweat beading. She swept into our bedroom at ten with her nicotine-stained fingers and bra-less bangers – a whole hour early – to switch the lights off. Said it was because growing ladies needed sleep. Said she had a treat for us tomorrow. Said it was gunna be a real big day. Twat.

But it was the way those other girls, my so-called sisters-in-care, Chats, Saffron, the toothy one I could never remember the name of with the massive arse, all clung to their beds like clams to rock. They knew. They knew and they did nothing. Just one whisper could have saved me.
One minute I was asleep; the next, a hand covered my face. A needle in my neck. The covers twisted between my thighs. I was dragged out of bed. I kicked, fought to get free, grunted for help, but…
The last thing I saw was Chats. Chats who kept dead ladybirds in jars around her bed, who’d tap at the glass with bitten-raw fingernails. Chats who only ever wore eye-itching pink. Chats the silent. I liked her. She just lay there, her eyes carved closed, the drip, drip, drip of piss soaking through her mattress.
I don’t remember being dumped into a black hole but I know it must have happened because that’s where I woke up. Grasping around for my blanket, I was cold, cursing Vera for not switching the heating on. Then the flash of a hand. I screamed. But it was nothing. Nobody was grabbing me… Just a nightmare… It was all OK.
But when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t.
I was blind.
I tore at my eye sockets, begging them to work. But nothing. I tried to sit up, but the floor sprang back. I stumbled. It hadn’t been a dream, the hand, the trailing sheets, the haystack of flesh. It had all been real; I’d been snatched.

About The Author:

Eli Allison tells people at parties that she’s a writer, but she mostly spends the day in her knickers swearing at the laptop. She has never written anything of any fame except for a jarringly bad poem which was read out loud at her secondary school assembly (the highlight of everyone else’s school year, predictably not her own). She gave up poetry and switched to the hard stuff soon after. Writing stories about crushed dreams and balding men looking for love that you could buy by the hour. Those were her happier ones. She ping-ponged between one depressing job after another until her husband said, `take a year and write your book’. Years later the book is done…There is a sneaking suspicion he would have kept quiet had he known quite how long it would have taken her. She lives in Yorkshire, works in her head and does not enjoy long walks on the beach or anywhere, in fact she gets upset at having to walk to the fridge for cheese. She suffers badly from cheese sweats but endures.

I’m very excited to be on the blog tour for The White Cross by Richard Masefield today to have a great a extract to share with you.

The White Cross is available now in ebook and paperback, purchase your copy of the book here.

Before I share my extract with you here is a little bit about the book.

Book Synopsis:

Set in the late twelfth century at the time of King Richard I’s crusade to win back Jerusalem from the Saracens, The White Cross deals with timeless issues – with the moralities of warfare and fundamental religion, the abuse of power, the heights of martial fervour and the depths of disillusionment The writing pulses with life, capturing the sights and sounds, the very smells of medieval life. At the novel’s heart is the relationship between Garon and Elise – the story of an arranged marriage which rapidly develops into something deeper, to challenge a young husband’s strongly held beliefs and set him on a long and painful journey to self-realisation, to break and finally restore a woman’s spirit as she battles for recognition and for justice in a brutal man’s world. And then there is the Berge dal becce; a character who is surely more than he appears? The only way to uncover all the secrets of The White Cross is to read it!

Extract:

PROLOGUS

About The Author:

Richard Masefield comes from a family of writers – John Masefield was his cousin – and with a love of animals and the outdoors he decided at a young age that he would farm and write, if necessary both at once. It took years of hard work before Richard could realise his dream, and in fact his first published novel was written while milking a herd of Friesian cows. He still lives on his farm in Sussex with his wife Lee and together they spend as much time as possible with their large family of children and grandchildren.

Book Synopsis:

An impressive and very funny collection of stories by Teresa Solana but the fun is very dark indeed. The oddest things happen. Statues decompose and stink out galleries, two old grandmothers are vengeful killers, a prehistoric detective on the verge of becoming the first religious charlatan trails a triple murder that is threatening cave life as the early innocents knew it. The collection also includes a sparkling web of Barcelona stories–connected by two criminal acts–that allows Solana to explore the darker side of different parts of the city and their seedier inhabitants.

My Review:

Firstly I have to say I don’t read an awful lot of short stories but found the blurb for this book very intriguing. I wasn’t disappointed as The First Prehistoric Serial Killer is a selection of very original, dark yet funny stories that I thoroughly enjoyed.

There wasn’t any connection between the stories but that wasn’t confusing as each story in brilliantly told and developed so the reader soon let’s go of any previous stories or characters.  Most of the stories are from a woman’s point of view but all show a different points of view or a different slice of society which made from a very interesting read.

My favourite, ironically, was The First Prehistoric Serial Killer and But There Was Another Solution which is the last book, though all the stories were good in their own right.

This is the first book by this author I have read and I’d definitely be interested in reading more from her in the future.  If you like clever stories full of black humour then you’ll love this book.

Huge thanks to Anne Cater for inviting me onto the blog tour and for my copy of the book.

About The Author:

Book Synopsis:

Could your dream home be your worst nightmare?

After what happened in London, Kirsty needs a fresh start with her family.
And running a guesthouse in the Welsh mountains sounds idyllic.

But then their first guest arrives.
Selena is the last person Kirsty wants to see.  It’s seventeen years since she tore everything apart.

Why has she chosen now to walk back into Kirsty’s life?
Is Selena running from something too?
Or is there an even darker reason for her visit?

Because Kirsty knows that once you invite trouble into your home, it can be murder getting rid of it . . .

Do Not Disturb is available in ebook and paperback now, purchase your copy here.

My Review:

Claire Douglas has written another fantastic book which is really thrilling, deliciously creepy and utterly brilliant.

From the start I was drawn into the story with a fantastic opening chapter.  The general atmosphere in the book makes you think anything could happen at any time which kept me on my toes.  The pace is quite fast from the beginning and got faster throughout the book as the story progressed.

As I might have mentioned I love the idea of starting anew somewhere and running a B&B really appeals to me so I felt for Kirsty when her dreams started to go wrong.  The fact she tries hard to hold everything together and keep everyone happy made me warm to her as did her obvious love for her kids.  I found myself hoping for a good ending for her even though I had a feeling early on that this wouldn’t happen.

The book goes back and forth between time periods, gradually building up a picture of the characters and their history.  There were lots of twists and turns which definetly kept me on my toes as some were very unexpected.

This is the fifth book by this author and the fifth I’ve read.  I’m so excited that her stories keep getting better and better.

Huge thanks to Katie from Michael St Joseph for my copy of this book and for inviting me onto the blog tour. If you like fast paced, creepy thrillers you’ll love this book.

About The Author:

Claire Douglas has worked as a journalist for fifteen years writing features for women’s magazines and national newspapers, but she’s dreamed of being a novelist since the age of seven. She finally got her wish after winning the Marie Claire Debut Novel Award, with her first novel, The Sisters, which was followed by Local Girl Missing and Last Seen Alive, both Sunday Times bestsellers. She lives in Bath with her husband and two children.

Book Synopsis:
She stole the life she wanted. Now someone wants to steal it back . . . 

Alvie Knightly may be waking up in the Ritz, but her life is no bed of roses.

Firstly, she has the mother of all hangovers.

Secondly, her beautiful, spoiled twin sister Beth has just been found dead in Sicily – and the police want Alvie for questioning.

And thirdly, Alvie’s hot new boyfriend has vanished with every penny of the millions they stole from Beth.

But he picked the wrong girl to mess with.

Alvie will pursue her ex to Rome in a game of cat and mouse that only one of them can survive.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned . . .

But can Alvie get revenge before her crimes catch up with her?

Bad is also to buy now and you can purchase a copy here.

My Review:

Bad is another fabulous glimpse into the madcap life of Alvie.  If possible I enjoyed this book even more than the first as I was more aware of what the book was about and the style it was written in.

This is definitely one of those books that you have to just go with the flow as otherwise you could end up very confused.  The book is so fast paced and has a lot of a action in it that seems to happen all at once so it’s difficult to catch your breath at times.  It’s a huge whirlwind of sex, money and drugs which was higher enjoyable.

I didn’t particularly warm to Alvie in the first book but I actually warmed to her in this one which surprised me.  She comes across a lot more confident and seems to have found her ideal career as a hit women.  She’s also very funny and often had me in stitches with her witty remarks and fabulous descriptions.  Alvie calls a space a spade and I really loved her for it.  I actually found myself feeling a little sorry for her at times about losing the money and a guy she was really i to do found myself cheering her along on her journey to get it back, which was an huge whirlwind of an adventure!

Some of the content in the book is quite risque and the author doesn’t hold back from describing things as they are.  If you are easily offended this might not be the book for you.

This is the second book in the series but I do think that it could be read as a standalone as the first book is recapped quite well at the beginning.

Huge thanks to Katie from Michael St Joseph for inviting me onto the blog tour and for my copy of this book.  If you like fun, sexy and different books  then you’ll love this series.

About The Author:

Chloé Esposito is from Cheltenham and now lives in London. She has a BA and MA in English from Oxford University, where her dissertation focused on 19th-century feminist writers. She has been a senior management consultant, an English teacher at two of the UK’s top private schools and a fashion stylist at Condé Nast. She is a graduate of the Faber Academy and is now writing full-time.

Book Synopsis:

Two women from different generations brought together by another’s wrongdoing.

When British backpacker, Isabel Stark happens across a car accident on a lonely stretch of road in the South Island of New Zealand her life changes forever. The sole passenger, Ginny Havelock asks her to make a promise before she passes away—to find Constance and to say she’s sorry.
Isabel’s a lost soul who’s been drifting through life unsure of where she fits, and the promise she made in New Zealand haunts her upon her return to the United Kingdom. Her only clue as to finding Constance lies within a conversation held at Ginny’s funeral. It takes her to the Isle of Wight.
In the 1940’s sixteen-year-old Constance’s life on her island is sheltered until the death of her brother; Ted brings the reality of war crashing down around her. He leaves behind his pregnant young widow Ginny. When Constance meets a handsome Canadian Airforce man, she’s eager to escape her grief and be swept up by first love. It’s a love which has ramifications she could never envisage.
When Isabel and Constance’s paths finally cross will Ginny’s last words be enough for Constance to make peace with her past? And in fulfilling her promise will Isabel find a place she can call home?

My Review:

The Promise is a beautifully written book about how one woman’s past can help another woman’s present.

It was lovely to read about the journey Isabel finds herself on discovering the tragic love story that happenned. I enjoyed reading about how the investigation into the past helped Isabel get better and helped her to sort through things.

It did take me a few chapter to get into this book mainly as the chapters are fairly short and the quick timeline switch took a little while to get into but after that I was hooked.  I discovered I really kijli the characters, especially Isabel and I wanted to keep reading to find out if she got the answers she wanted.

This is the first book by this author I have read and I’d definitely be interested in reading more from her.  Huge thanks to Rachel from Rachel’s Random Resources for my copy of this book and for inviting me onto the blog tour.

About The Author:

Michelle Vernal live’s in the garden city of Christchurch, New Zealand. She’s always written, but it was only after her first son was born that she decided to attend a creative writing course at Canterbury University. Oh the guilt dropping him at pre-school so she could learn the basics of story writing, but oh the joy of having conversation to contribute other than the price of nappies that week! The first piece she ever penned post course was published by a New Zealand parenting magazine. She went on to write humorous; opinion styled pieces of her take on parenting, but when the necessity for being politically correct got too much, she set myself the challenge of writing a novel. Six books later and a publishing deal with Harper Impulse here she is.