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Go Home, Afton Blog Tour: Book Review

GO HOME, AFTON
Author: Brent Jones
Length: Novella
Genre: Thriller
Series: Afton Morrison, Book 1
Release Date: June 25, 2018

Synopsis

We all wear masks, and Afton Morrison is no exception.
A small-town librarian with a dark side, Afton, twenty-six, has suppressed violent impulses her entire adult life. Impulses that demand she commit murder.
Blending her urges with reason, Afton stalks a known sexual predator, intending to kill him. But her plan, inspired by true crime and hatched with meticulous care, is interrupted by a mysterious figure from her past. A dangerous man that lurks in the shadows, watching, threatening to turn the huntress into the hunted.
Go Home, Afton is the first of four parts in a new serial thriller by author Brent Jones. Packed with grit and action, The Afton Morrison Series delves into a world of moral ambiguity, delivering audiences an unlikely heroine in the form of a disturbed vigilante murderess.

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Review

This book was just awesome. Go Home, Afton was one thrilling ride from beginning till the end.

This novella grips you right from the beginning and with each passing page you become more and more engrossed in the story and in Afton’s life and character.

The last 30% had plenty of unexpected twists and turns and the ending….. The ending was just perfect for a thriller series, it leaves you in desperate need for the next book…. I just can’t wait to get my hands on the second book.

Go Home, Afton is a thrilling start to a new series, Afton Morrison series. If you are a thriller lover, then you need to read this book just now.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐

(5 stars out of 5)

About the Author

From bad checks to bathroom graffiti, Brent Jones has always been drawn to writing. He won a national creative writing competition at the age of fourteen, although he can’t recall what the story was about. Seventeen years later, he gave up his career to pursue creative writing full-time.
Jones writes from his home in Fort Erie, Canada. He’s happily married, a bearded cyclist, a mediocre guitarist, and the proud owner of two dogs with a God complex.
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Excerpt (Chapter 3)

Parents—stay-at-home moms, mostly—brought in their toddlers once a week so I could read them a story. And I use the word toddlers loosely. Kids as old as six or seven sometimes attended during the summer. And the stories we would read were made up of fewer than fifty words, for the most part. A lot of the mothers in Wakefield were too lazy to read to their own children, I guess.
Oh, and crafts, too. After reading a story together, we’d break out glitter and colored pencils and paste and other nonsense, but that wasn’t the real reason a dozen women turned out with their little monsters each week. Storytime was an excuse for the mothers to gather and gossip. It always took a little while to get the children to settle down, sure. I’d press my finger to my lips and wait. Five or ten seconds at most, although I would have been happy to wait longer. Their mothers, on the other hand, were so much worse. Getting them to shut their fucking traps was a whole separate exercise in endurance.
But as much as I disliked children, there was something magical about them. It was their inability to see gray, I think. Their entire worlds existed in black and white, right and wrong, good and evil. You could see it in their faces as a story unfolded, rife with nervous energy at every inconsequential turn.
“And she just doesn’t know”—I read to the room, pointing to each gigantic word—“should she stay, should she go?”
I caught a boy’s expression, who sat just inches from me. The hippopotamus in our story was faced with a dilemma, and this boy was transfixed. His eyes were wide, his hands were cupped over his mouth, and he was vibrating with anticipation to see what the hippo would do next.
I flipped to the last page. “But yes the hippopotamus.”
The boy relaxed a little, making a deliberate show of letting his shoulders drop. A talented drama queen in the making. He was new to storytime and looked to be about five or six years old. He had dark hair, a tan complexion, and a missing front tooth. He’d attended just once before and he’d sat close that day, as well. I’d never really been big on learning children’s names, to be honest, but I knew his was Neil only because he’d come to the library alone both times. It sounds strange, I’m sure, but having a parent use the library as a free babysitting service happens more often than most people would guess.
I continued on, reading the final words of the story. “But not the armadillo.”
Neil was stressed all over again, and his tiny hand shot up. “Miss Afton?”
“Yes, ah, Neil? What is it, little man?”
“How come not the arma-darma?”
“Armadillo.” A woman in baggy gray sweatpants corrected him from the back of the room. She was a few years older than me, had bleach-blonde hair in a ponytail, and her voice resembled a seagull getting crushed by a car.
I shut the book and set it on my lap. “That’s a good question, Neil.” I bit my lower lip, deciding how much to share. “Well, let’s see. Ah, no one likes armadillos, for starters. They’re bullet-proof, if you can believe it, and ugly as sin. They carry leprosy, too, but they don’t bite children too often.”
The woman at the back of the room—Sweatpants, let’s call her—looked horrified. Her stained teeth chattered and she blinked in rapid succession. She placed her palms over her daughter’s ears, a girl around three or four in age.
Neil scratched his head. “What’s a lepra-she?”
“It’s—”
Sweatpants raised her hand to silence me—not that I minded—and looked to a few of the other mothers in the room for support, most of whom were checked out or occupied with their phones. She looked back at me again, then at her daughter. “It’s when good little boys and girls get ice cream.” That wasn’t how I might have defined the word, however. “You want to stop for ice cream on the way home, Jessi?”
It was hard enough getting these little turds to sit still for all fourteen pages of But Not the Hippopotamus. Why on earth would this woman want to stuff her daughter’s face with sugar before lunch? But the girl jumped up and squealed at the mention of sweets, and soon, other kids joined in, as did their mothers.
I peeked down at Neil to see him cradling his head in his hands, masking a look of disappointment by staring at the floor. It appeared he had forgotten all about armadillos and leprosy and storytime, and now sulked, wishing he had a parent present to take him for ice cream like the other children.
The mothers talked amongst themselves, and their toddlers fed on the elevated energy levels. The room was alive with discourse, and I wondered if the local Dairy Queen might consider paying me a small commission. “Well, that’s it for storytime, boys and girls. Thanks for coming.”
Sweatpants spoke up at the back of the room, the self-elected leader of Wakefield’s fattest and frumpiest. “But it’s only quarter past, Afton. Isn’t storytime supposed to be a full hour?”
“Just figured you were all on your way to get a double-scoop of leprosy.”
“Very funny.”
I raised my hands in a gesture of mock uncertainty. “We’ve got crafts we can do.” I pointed to three short tables covered in plastic, adorned with supplies that Kim had set up for us. “Should we get to it?”
“That won’t take long. Couldn’t you read them another story first?”
Couldn’t I read them another story? It’d been her idea to squeeze out one of these little nightmares. Why was I being punished for it? “Not this week, I’m afraid. Sorry.”
But she just wouldn’t give up. “Afton, do you know where Jessi’s daddy is right now?”
My first thought was that her husband was probably fucking her sister at some roadside motel with hourly rates, bed bugs, and a one-star rating on Trip Advisor. I couldn’t say that out loud, of course, and so I fought like hell to keep a smirk off my face. It helped to keep my sights trained on Jessi, who had sat back down, cross-legged in a checkered dress. She was drawing on the floor with one small finger.
Sweatpants answered her own question. “He’s at work, Afton. And he works hard, by the way, and we pay more than our share of taxes in this town. Taxes that pay your salary.”
Oh, the salary card. How I loved it when disgruntled parents brought up my salary, as if any one of them wanted to trade places with me. Yes, her taxes paid me a small fortune. That’s why I rented a one-bedroom apartment in a triplex. And it’s the same reason I drove a seven-year-old Corolla. I was so grateful—indebted, even—to Sweatpants and her husband that I just couldn’t wait to read another story.
“Sure thing.” I grabbed a second book off the pile next to me. “One more story, coming right up.”
Sweatpants smiled. It was a flat, fake smile, of course, the kind where the mouth curls tight but the eyes are dormant. It was about the best I could have hoped for, and it seemed to have a calming effect on the other mothers. They quieted down, eager to return to their various text message conversations.
I pointed my finger to more jumbo text on a colorful page. A story about an overweight and diabetic caterpillar with impulse control issues, who was always so very very fucking hungry. “In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf . . .”
And I couldn’t help but lose myself in thought. I was that little egg on a leaf, glimmering in the moonlight, and about to hatch. Soon after, the morning would come. And my hunger would be satiated at last, because Kenneth Pritchard would be dead.

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June 25th

Reads & Reels (Review) http://www.readsandreels.com

Book Wonderland (Review) https://bookwonderlandweb.wordpress.com/

Down the Rabbit Hole (Review) http://meggydowntherabbithole.wordpress.com/

Touch My Spine Book Reviews (Review) https://touchmyspinebookreviews.com

June 26th

Book Dragon Girl (Review) http://www.bookdragongirl.com

Jessica Rachow (Review) http://jessicarachow.wordpress.com

Sinfully Wicked Book Reviews (Review) https://sinfullywickedbookreviews.com

The Scribblings (Review) https://thescribblingssite.wordpress.com

On the Shelf Reviews (Review) https://ontheshelfreviews.wordpress.com

June 27th

Tranquil Dreams (Review) http://klling.wordpress.com

June 28th

Dash Fan Book Reviews (Review) https://dashfan81.blogspot.com

J Bronder Book Reviews (Review) http://jbronderbookreviews.wordpress.com/

Just 4 My Books (Review) http://www.just4mybooks.wordpress.com

Life at 17 (Review) https://lifeat17.wordpress.com

June 29th

Kim Knight (Review) http://kimknightauthor.wordpress.com

Misty’s Book Space (Review) http://mistysbookspace.wordpress.com

Port Jerricho (Review) http://www.aislynndmerricksson.com

Errin Krystal (Review) https://errinkrystal.wordpress.com

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Deadly Shadow Book Tour: Book Review

Deadly Shadow
The Assassin Chronicles Book 1
by Kim Cresswell
Genre: Paranormal Suspense Thriller
The Assassin Chronicles TV series is in development with Council Tree
Productions.
Two recent murders.
Two serial killers.
A conspiracy that reaches beyond the physical world.
Consumed with grief over the tragic death of her husband, FBI agent Victory
McClane is obsessed with finding Ohio’s serial killer, “The Wrapper”.
When another young woman turns up dead and the victim is linked to Derrick
Lynn, son of the Secretary of Defense, Victory finds Derrick has all
the right answers and is a little too helpful.
Derrick has a secret: He’s a government assassin who uses his unusual
paranormal skills to eliminate targets. Determined to keep his own
secrets buried, he offers to help find The Wrapper.
But can Victory trust him?
As the body count rises, Victory must cross a dangerous line–into a
world of government cover-ups, murder, and betrayal–a decision that
will test her limits. And everything she believes in.
The battle between good and evil begins! Deadly Shadow is the first book
in the gripping paranormal/supernatural thriller series, an
action-packed blend of suspense and mystery for detective and crime
book lovers.

Supernatural and thriller is one combination that I absolutely love and that was one of the major reasons why I took up this book. Though this book wasn’t based on as much paranormal as I had expected but still I loved it a lot.

From the very first to the last page this book just captivated me completely…. I wasn’t able to keep this book down till the very last page was reached.

Deadly Shadow was a thrilling experience throughout with murders, secrets, twists and turns, cops and two serial killers. This is a book that you definitely need to grab if you are a crime, mystery or thriller lover. I am eagerly waiting for the next book in the series to know what else this author has in store for us.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐🔸

(4.5 stars out of 5)

Kim Cresswell is the award-winning Canadian author of the action-packed
Whitney Steel series. Kim recently signed a 3-book translation deal
with LUZIFER Verlag for the first three books in the series:
Reflection,
Retribution and Resurrect

Reflection,
Retribution and Resurrect
.
The popular series will be published in German beginning in 2018. Her
novel,
Reflection, has won numerous awards and the book trailer was featured online at
USA Today.

She has also published two Kindle Worlds novellas (Jet: Oblivion, Jet: Duplicity),
featuring characters from her Whitney Steel series and JET from
Russell Blake’s
New York Times and USA Today bestselling JET action thriller series.

Jet: Oblivion, Jet: Duplicity),
featuring characters from her Whitney Steel series and JET from
Russell Blake’s
New York Times and USA Today bestselling JET action thriller series.

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Dive Smack Blog Tour: Book Review

DIVE SMACK
by Demetra Brodsky
Publisher: TorTeen
Release Date: June 19, 2018
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary, mystery

Synopsis:

Theo Mackey only remembers one thing for certain about the fire that destroyed his home: he lit the match.

Sure, it was an accident. But the blaze killed his mom and set his dad on a path to self-destruction. Everything else about that fateful night is full of gaping holes in Theo’s mind, for good reason. Maybe it’s better that way. As captain of the Ellis Hollow Diving Team, with straight A’s and solid friends, he’s only one semester away from securing a scholarship, and leaving his past behind.

But when a family history project gets assigned at school, new memories come rushing to the surface, memories that make him question what he really knows about his family, the night of the fire, and if he can trust anyone—including himself.

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REVIEW

The story of Dive Smack starts out like the life of any other young adult (who is an awesome diver) who is in school and dreams about getting into a good college with good scholarship. It wents on like that for a while, and then the twists and turns start coming, O God! Right from that moment to the end, I wasn’t able to leave this book even for once. It was just so thrilling.

Not even once did I expect the story to turn out the way it did. Most of the twists and turns were completely totally unpredictable. I never saw any of them coming. As I kept on reading this book, the author went on throwing all my theories out of the window and left me utterly shocked with each new revelations.

The only problem I had with this book is that the book took quite some time
to reach that gripping stage. I won’t say the part before that is boring or anything, it actually sets the story for the thrilling experience in the next stage, but still I felt the onset of the gripping stage could have been a bit quicker.

Final word

I enjoyed reading this book a lot and I believe that if you are someone who likes reading YA mystery then you would definitely love reading Dive Smack.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐🔸

(4.5 stars out of 5)

Favourite Quotes

“The mind has a way of protecting us from certain truths.”

“But most people aren’t who they appear to be on the surface. Everybody has something they’re dealing with or feel they need to hide from people.”

“We all live and learn.”

“Her warmth seeps through my skin into my bones so deep I shiver.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Demetra Brodsky is an award-winning graphic designer & art director turned writer. She has a B.F.A from the Massachusetts College of Art and Design and lives in Southern California with her family of four and two lovable rescue dogs. Dive Smack, her debut novel, is dedicated to Pumpkin, the monarch butterfly she once saved from the brink of death. Once you read the book, you’ll understand why. She is a first generation Greek-American and a member of International Thriller Writers. Dive Smack is a 2018 Junior Library Guild Selection.

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Knights of Sin MC Blog Tour: Promise of Love Book Review

Welcome to my stop for Knights of Sin MC book tour. For by stop, I am going to review the 6th book in Knights of Sin MC series, Promise of Love.

Never Letting Go
Knights of Sin MC Book 1
by Erin Trejo
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense
MICAH:
Ten years ago I fucked up. I pushed the one thing I loved the most away.
I watched her run as far as she could. I ruined the love we had. I
threw myself into the Marine’s thinking I could get her out of my
system. That didn’t work.
When I came back I got the worst news ever. Or so I thought. Now I’m
forced to keep a promise I made and find the one girl that stole my heart.
AUBRIE:
We had a love that was stronger than it should have been. He threw it
away though. After a series of unfortunate events, I was settled and stable.
Happy?
Not quiet but when Micah shows up and rocks my world to the core I’m
forced back into my old life. A life I ran from. Now being back in
the one place I used to call home, I don’t know where I belong.
Learning To Love
Knights of Sin MC Book 2
Bullet:
I fought my way through life. Family was an important part of that. I
kept myself away from them not wanting to see the disgust of my
father. My club was all the family I needed. When I was taken and
forced into a living hell, the one thing that kept me going was the
unknown girl next to me. Getting her out alive was my priority. After
I do, I have to make the toughest decision of my life.
Trinity:
I was never wanted. My father used me to his advantage. I was taken
for his debts. I thought I would die. I wanted to. That faceless man
that kept me going was all I looked forward to. Until he was gone.
When he finds me again, I have to learn to love. Can he be the one to
show me how?
Fighting For a Chance
Knights of Sin MC Book 3
Dax:
I was a fighter. I was good at it. When I met Laura I thought I was
having a round of hot sex like usual. When I saw her for who she
truly was, I wanted more. A lot more. She had her own problems but I
wasn’t ready to let go just yet. I’ll fight for what I want even if
she does push me away.
Laura:
I have a past that won’t go away. Literally. Hector hasn’t gotten the
message that I don’t want him. A night with Dax turns into more. I
didn’t plan on it. Every single time I turned around, he was there
and I found myself liking it. But Hector remains a problem. A problem
that quickly gets out of hand.
Keeping Faith
Knights of Sin MC Book 4
Kane:
Unhappily married. Yeah, that sums up my life. I messed up with that
shit decision. I still have my sister though. When I attend her
wedding, I run into an old friend. Ivy. When she admits that she had
feelings for me, I take her home like any good man would do. I didn’t
expect all the complications that came with it though. She was used
before me and I want to show her that I’m not the same as him. The
problem is, I am.
Ivy:
I fought cancer and won. I fought a useless husband and won. When I
see Kane again, I lose. Badly. I always had a crush on him when we
were kids. I never thought the feelings would still be there years
later. One night with him and my world is thrown off balance. His
club is his life and I know that. When my cancer comes back in full
force, I do the one thing I can. I run. He will chase me. He told me
he would. When the tables turn, will I do the same?
One More Try
Knights of Sin MC Book 5
Sebastian
Blood. Death. Darkness. Those are things I know. Fucking. Drinking. Walking
away. I was good at that. I messed up one night when I slept with the
President’s niece. We were both drunk and out of control. Now she’s
pregnant with my kid. I can’t be a father. I don’t want to be. At
least not at first. After a hit goes wrong, I change my mind.
Shannon
I was taken. I was beaten. I was raped. My uncle’s club saved me. It
also destroyed me. Meeting Bash was the worst thing that could have
happened. He was a mistake and we both knew it. The more I tried to
stay away from him, the more he sought me out. My attraction to him
became something more. Now where do we go?
Promise of Love
Knights of Sin MC Book 6
Link:
I was a virgin. Yeah, the laugh of the club. It didn’t bother me
though. I saw the way my parent’s and I didn’t want to be like that.
I love this club. I’d do anything for them. When I met Jordyn, that
loyalty was tested. The things that happened between us quickly
defined us. I’ve held out hope that love was out there for me.
Jordyn:
I ran from one bad situation to another. When the club I fell into
sent me to another to get information, I thought it would be easy. I
didn’t think I’d fall for the man I was supposed to be spying on. Not
wanting to hurt him, I ran. He found me. Now I have to face the music
and the man I’ve fallen for.

Promise of Love Review

I really enjoyed this short MC romantic suspense read. From the every first page to the last page I was completely hooked to the story. When I started this book, I seriously never expected to love this book so much.

This book had many things that were quite different from any usual romance. I won’t reveal those because I don’t want to ruin the read for you. But if you read this book you sure are going to find many things which sets this book apart from any other MC romance books.

I loved the romance between the leads. It was sweet & heartwarming in some parts and in other parts quite explosive. Though the romance part was good, but I somehow felt that they were too much in love too quickly.🤔

There wasn’t a lot of suspense. But there was a fair amount of suspense and also a few twists and turns.
There were actually two twists which were totally unexpected, one at the first and another at the very end. The second one was so heartbreaking…

I just had two complains with this book. First is felt that Jordyn and Link were too much in love too quickly and second is I felt a little less of cuss words would have been better. Even though I had these two problems but I still enjoyed reading this story a lot. If you are an MC romance reader who loves suspense in their story and wouldn’t mind cuss words then this book is the perfect read for you.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐🔸

(4.5 stars out of 5)

I am a wife, mother, child chauffeur and author. I love being able to
create different characters and spin a web that makes them come
together in the end. My books do not stick to just one genre, they
span many.
I write about things that are real life situations and fairy tales are
not always smooth sailing. My MC books are hard and gritty and they
have struggles just like you would in life.
I also have books that are not so in your face. There are several that
are good love stories that are fraught with issues that the
characters have to deal with.
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Don’t Call Me Cupcake Blog Tour: Book Review

DON’T CALL ME CUPCAKE
The Holloway Girls #1
by Tara Sheets
Genre: Supernatural Romance

Synopsis

Most families have a favorite recipe or two, handed down through generations. The Holloway women are a little different. Emma Holloway, like her grandmother before her, bakes wishes into her delicious cupcakes, granting the recipient comfort, sweet dreams, or any number of good things. It’s a strange gift, but it brings only happiness. Until gorgeous, smooth-talking newcomer Hunter Kane strolls into her shop, Fairy Cakes—and Emma makes the mistake of selling him not one, but three Sweet Success cupcakes.

Hunter, it turns out, is opening a fancy new restaurant and bakery right on the waterfront—Emma’s competition. To make matters worse, the town committee has decided to split the upcoming summer festival contract between the two, forcing Emma to work with her nemesis. But she can’t afford to split her profits. The solution: create a recipe that will make Hunter leave town permanently.

The Holloway charms are powerful. But there are other kinds of magic in the world—like red-hot first kisses, secret glances, and the feeling that comes with falling truly, madly, inconveniently
in love . . .

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Review

I really enjoyed reading this romance novel. There were so many things that I loved about this book, the characters, the small town setting, the heartwarming romance and obviously the cupcake magic.

From the very first page, the author draws you into the world of Emma who is has a gift using which she can make magic cupcakes. I loved how the story progressed through hate then love, and in the middle some self realization, heartfelt talks and some magic.

Don’t Call Me Cupcake was like every other love story but was still different, it holds some really nice surprises for the reader. The whole magic angle adds something different to an all too common enemies to lovers story.

I just feel that this book could have been a bit shorter, because at some parts I felt it dragged on unnecessarily. But still Don’t Call Me Cupcake was a really nice read and I would love to recommend this book all romance readers out there.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐

(4 out of 5 stars)

About the Author

Tara Sheets is an award-winning author of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. Her debut novel, Don’t Call Me Cupcake, won the 2016 Golden Heart® award sponsored by Romance Writers of America. Tara began her career as an author in the Pacific Northwest, inspired by the rain and the misty mountains and the rivers of Starbucks coffee. She now lives in the warm, wonderful South where she can stand outside with no coat on, and she finds that pretty inspiring too. When not writing, Tara enjoys life with her book-loving family and a book-eating dog named Merlin.

Author Links
Website: https://tarasheets.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TaraSheetsBooks/
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17082616.Tara_Sheets

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The Forgotten Blog Tour: Book Review #lovebooksgroup

THE FORGOTTEN

By J.V. Baptie

Genre: Crime Fiction

Synopsis

What if everything was a lie?
Newly-promoted but not welcome in CID, Detective Sergeant Helen Carter is tasked with investigating a murder in an old abandoned picture house. The case takes a chilling turn when the business card of an ex-cop is found at the scene.
Helen must piece together the case before the bodies mount up around her, and before the killer strikes closer to home…

Delve into the underworld of Scotland’s capital city in this fast-paced thriller!

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Review

I quite enjoyed reading this novel. It has been a long time since I read a police procedural, so I was really looking forward to reading this novel and I am so happy The Forgotten didn’t disappoint me.

I would say the book actually gripped me after the third body was found, before that it had my attention but the book wasn’t what I would say gripping… But after the third body was found this book actually became an absolute page turner. New twists and turns came hurling at me from all directions and I was always at the edge of my seat, till the very climax scene.

Another thing that I loved about this book was Helen’s character. She was such strong, brave and determined woman.

I would say I am a wee bit dissatisfied with the part before the third body was discovered. I wished that it had more twists and turns and it had been a little more gripping. Other than this I don’t have any complains with the book and I would love to recommend this book to all Crime fiction readers out there.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐

(4 out of 5 stars)

Praise for The Forgotten

“A genuine page turner.” Bestselling author, Alex Gray
“Fast-paced and gritty Tartan Noir. A Brilliant Debut.” Bestselling author, Frances Di Plino
“Fans of Rebus will love this.” Thriller author, E.A Clark.
“Memorable and smart.” Tom Ward, author

About the Author

J.V. Baptie graduated from Manchester Metropolitan University in 2017 with an MA in Creative Writing. When not writing, she is also an actress and has appeared in a
variety of children’s shows and stage plays. You can find out more about her at jvbaptie.com on Twitter @jvbaptie and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJVBaptie/

Stolen Obsession Blog Tour: Book Review

STOLEN OBSESSION
By Marlene Bell
Genre: Romantic Mystery

Synopsis

PEOPLE DIE, BUT LEGENDS LIVE ON.
Manhattan antiquities appraiser Annalisse Drury dreams of a quiet life on the family farm among the sheep she loves, when her best friend is murdered. The police assume robbery is the motive because her friend’s expensive bracelet is missing. But the 500-year-old artifact is rumored to carry an ancient curse, one that unleashes evil upon any who dare wear the jewelry created for the Persian royal family—and Annalisse believes her friend is the latest victim.
Weeks later, Annalisse sees a necklace matching the stolen bracelet at a gallery opening. Convinced the necklace is part of the deadly collection, Annalisse begs the gallery’s owner to destroy the piece, but her pleas are ignored— despite the unnatural death that occurs during the opening. With two victims linked to the jewelry, Annalisse is certain she must act.
Desperate to keep the gallery owner safe, Annalisse reluctantly enlists the owner’s son to help—even though she’s afraid he’ll break her heart. Wealthy and devastatingly handsome, with a string of bereft women in his wake, Greek playboy Alec Zavos dismisses Annalisse’s concerns—until his parents are ripped from the Zavos family yacht during their ocean voyage near Crete.
Annalisse and Alec race across two oceans to save his mother, feared dead or kidnapped. As time lapses, the killer switches mode and closes in on the man who’s meant for Annalisse with the lifestyle she wants most.
But when it’s her turn as the hunted, will she choose to save Alec and his mother, or sacrifice everything to save herself?

Review

Stolen Obsession is filled with suspense. Right from the moment Harry was killed, this book takes you deeper and deeper into the mystery with twists and turns and some very unexpected incidents.

Another thing that goes side by side with the mystery is Alec and Annalisse romance. I loved reading about their love story. Though I am some who complains about love story taking away the spotlight from mystery, but in this nothing of that sort happened. Both mystery and romance went side by side, never trying to take away the spotlight from the other.

Though I loved reading this book but I had a problem with this book too. I don’t know in some places I just failed to understand certain things, like there were some jokes that went totally over my head and there were few other things that I think I would have a liked a bit more clarity about.

Even though I had the problem above, but still I really enjoyed reading this novel and would love to recommend this book to all romantic suspense readers out there.

LIFE AT 17 RATING

🎐🎐🎐🎐

(4 out of 5 stars)

About the Author

Marlene M Bell is an acclaimed artist and photographer as well as a writer. Her sheep landscapes grace the covers of publications such as,Sheep!, The Shepherd, Ranch & Rural Living and Sheep Industry News. Ewephoric, her mail order venture, began in 1985 out of a desire for realistic sheep stationery. A color catalog of non-fiction books and sheep-related gifts may be requested at http://www.marlenembell.com orwww.texassheep.com.

Marlene and her husband, Gregg reside on a wooded ranch in East Texas with their 50 head of Horned Dorset sheep, a lovable Maremma guard dog named, Tia, and 3 spoiled cats who rule the household.
On Facebook: fb.me/marlenembell
On Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ewephoric

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0794B81QG
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38189444-stolen-obsession

Excerpt

Chapter Ten

On the short drive past boutiques filled with weekend shoppers to her place on Bank Street, Alec’s behavior froze Annalisse to the leather upholstery. When he’d bothered to talk, curt and formal blasted her side of the car, making her uncomfortable the entire trip. She couldn’t blame him. He’d been very kind to her since the gallery party and Harry’s death, and she’d offered him ingratitude in return. A sheet of solid ice separated them rather than the beautiful wooden console at her left. In fact, the entire dashboard of Alec’s distinctive car was polished to a shiny gloss, not unlike the deck on a fancy boat. The convertible had to be worth more than her annual salary—ex-salary.
“How long should we stare at the dash?” Alec leaned over, squinting into the direct sun.
“Honestly, I’ve had some body language training, and yours is a doozie.”
Alec’s expression hardened and his eyes flashed. “What happened back there?”
“When?”
“You choose.”
“You heard everything I told Mooney. Do I have to regurgitate it again?”
He shook his head. “Help me out, here. I’m trying to understand what I’ve done.” Alec squeezed the steering wheel, his frustration evident. “I feel like you’re letting everyone in but me.”
“Chase is family. We’ve been a team for a long time.”
“If you’d been—”
“It’s hot, and I’m hungry. Come inside and help me eat all this pastrami before it turns.”
He huffed disappointment and looked away.
“I’m offering an olive branch. Let’s eat, then we’ll talk.” She batted her lashes flirtatiously. “Promise.”
She turned to open her door and he touched her arm.
“Hold on.” Alec leapt out of the driver’s seat and bounded over the hood in one giant vault to the passenger side.
He opened her door and she slid around and made as gracious an exit she could from a car whose frame sat six inches from the asphalt.
“Give me your key.” He held out his hand in a way that suggested he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
She dug into her zipper compartment and gave him the fob, house key extended.
With a gentle nudge, Alec guided her up the steps.
She flinched from his touch but, at the same time, felt somewhat grateful for the caring gesture after what she’d been through with Peter.
He turned the knob before inserting the key.
The door gave way.
“Don’t you lock up before you leave?”
“I’m sure Chase did.”
“Ladies first.”
The door swung in but caught midway on an overturned chair.
“What happened?” Annalisse felt lightheaded. She caught her toe on the threshold, and unbalanced by the tote on her shoulder, fell against the jamb, her funny bone taking the brunt.
“Ouch.” She cupped her elbow while the pain dissipated. “Who’d do this in daylight?” She scanned the room. “All my stuff.”
“Stay outside while I check the house out, but if you won’t, stick close.”
If someone had taken a high velocity fan to the room it would’ve been an improvement. Following Alec, she picked her way over magazines and binders scattered over the hardwood. Nothing was in its rightful place.
He reached back for her, his vision still trained ahead. “Stay close.” Alec locked his fingers with hers.
“My cat! Boris! Here, kitty. Alec, what if something’s happened to him? Boris! Please be hiding somewhere.” She left Alec’s side to close the front door and swallowed back tears. Her faithful little roommate had been a rescued stray. He’d shown up at the farm as a few week-old kitten, thin and hungry. A pile of trembling orange fur who’d nestled into her palm, his golden eyes unsure of her. She forced back the fear of losing him, too.
Tiptoeing around books and papers, she surveyed the damage from kitchen to living area and went back to Alec. She took his warm hand and a shiver fluttered through her body. Home invasions happened to other people. She found no logic in the break in unless the act was a random burglary.
“I’d better check for anything stolen.”
“No.” He turned to her, his Adam’s apple working his throat. He stared at her as if he were trying to read her innermost thoughts.
Neither of them spoke.
Annalisse was certain Alec could hear the banging in her chest, or maybe it was his heart hammering her ears.
Most of her paintings were ripped from the walls, twisted in broken frames, lying helter-skelter. Chunks of white plaster at the missing nail heads and hangers marked their places. Every kitchen cupboard and drawer was slid to the stops or spilled on the tile. Pots, skillets, tableware, canned goods, junk drawer, and glassware—her favorite set of iced tea glasses were among the broken and injured. Not the work of a typical rob-and-run burglar, but the handiwork of a creature who preyed on destruction of the psyche.
“Why the demolition? What were they after?” Annalisse looked over at her pristine desk—empty. “My life was on that computer, dammit.”
Alec broke eye contact, then dropped her hand. “Yeah, but you were gone. Stuff can be replaced. I’d better check the rest of the house myself.” He moved deliberately toward the staircase.
Annalisse set her purse down into the flipped over cushions on the couch, repositioned them, and stepped through what used to be neat stacks, years of gallery research. A groan passed her lips when she walked to the desk marred with new scratches, bereft of her monitor and tower hard drive. She looked around the room for her laptop; it, too, was missing.
Cursing under her breath, she saw her prized possession, a two-foot bronze statue of a shepherdess with a pair of sheep grazing near her feet, lying on its side next to a toppled plant stand. An expensive work of art from Florence she’d had no business buying, but she couldn’t resist. When Generosa had called from Italy describing it, Annalisse had to have it. Everyone who knew her well understood her love for sheep. Even if she’d declined Generosa’s offer to bring it back for her, she’d felt certain the bronze would end up in her hands eventually.
Alec waited by the stairs and whispered, “Your bedroom up there?” He pointed upstairs.
She nodded, lifted the mahogany stand upright and, with both hands, replaced the hefty bronze to its rightful place next to the desk. Close enough to admire its detail while she worked. “Wait for me. I need to see what’s missing upstairs.”
Standing at the oak banister, he shook his head.
“No. You’ll be safer down there. I won’t be long, and I’ll look for your cat while I’m up there.”
“Be careful.”
Boris had to be scared out of his mind. She hoped he’d escaped to his hiding place in the closet.
Whoever destroyed her home had acted with malice. They had her personal data and internet search history, where she shopped online, email correspondence as well as business contacts. A privacy breach she couldn’t afford. Compiling a list of possible suspects in her head, she felt so violated, even more so than by what had happened with Peter. Names and faces blurred together. With fingertips pressed at her temples, she willed the jackhammers in her head to stop.
Raising her arms, as if a make-believe thief told her to, she said, “I give up. I may as well set a match to this place, for all the good it’s going to do me now.”
Alec uttered a sentence upstairs she couldn’t make out.
“Alec, did you find Boris?”
The sound of shuffling filtered downstairs then a thump.
“Alec, what fell?” She looked up at an empty landing. The unnatural silence pricked the hairs straight out on her neck. “Answer me.”
A mechanical voice broke the silence. “Don’t move.”
She stopped breathing and froze, afraid to look up, but then looked anyway.
A figure in a brownish ski mask and desert camouflage occupied the top of the staircase. Holding Alec. He—or she—held him at gunpoint. One arm cradled Alec’s waist and a black pistol so close to Alec’s right ear, his curls hid part of the barrel.
She’d expected Alec’s expression to be as wild as hers must have been, but he appeared strangely calm.
“I’m all right, Annalisse.”
“Shut up.” The voice was distorted with some kind of voice altering mechanism. Deep tones, similar to a bumblebee in distress.
The masked person let go of Alec long enough to backhand him across the mouth.
The intruder sure smacked like a man.
Annalisse covered her mouth in horror. Her blood boiled as she watched the two men descending the stairs side by side. She was several feet from her pistol at the bottom of her purse, and the man who held Alec had to be the same man who’d turned over everything in her home. Where were her computers? Did he have a partner? Soon, he’d find what he wanted. She suspected that since the opening, or earlier, either she or Alec had been surveilled.
The buzzing voice came again, and an evil glint shone through the eyeholes in the mask. “You run, he dies. Get into kitchen. Let’s have a little zakuski, malysh.”
A breath caught in her lungs. They were Russian terms she understood.
She’d nearly become a main course earlier in the day. Damned if she would stand back and play appetizer to another creep.