Mini Blog Tour – Still Not Satisfied

Still Not Satified


Publication Date: December 30th, 2010

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Christian Goodman loves the ladies. When an old girlfriend calls, it’s game on until her game plan forces him to the sidelines. While there, his grandmother and best friend lose faith in him. With no one left, he finds Dr. Devin Rainey in her own struggle. Christian enters her life only to serve as a reminder of what she is missing, thus, creating tension between the two. She fights to remain professional, but personal needs force her to leave Christian, too. Completely alone, he turns to an unlikely ally to assist him in his quest for satisfaction.

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Moonlight dimly illuminated the room as Chris stumbled into his bathroom. He admired his silhouette as he walked past the mirror. Even his muscular frame was sexy in the darkness. Chris’ self-admiration was interrupted when he noticed a small figure reflecting in the corner of the mirror. His mind had always played tricks on him and, lately, the occurrence had been more consistent. As always, when he looked over his shoulder, nothing was there. This time would be no different.

When he returned to his bed, he found himself alone. His lady friend had dressed and left without making a sound although she left a note on his nightstand.

We really should stop this.’

Chris chuckled. “Lauren, that’s what you said the last time and the time before that.” Chris spoke as if talking to her. He crumpled the note and lay back on his poster bed. Deep down, he knew she was right. It was just a matter of time before Ellis found out.

As Chris stared into space, he hoped he would sleep peacefully this night. Just one night without the dream. Please, just one night.

Christian James Goodman was the epitome of a beautiful African-American man. Standing at six feet-two inches and 220 pounds, Chris defined sexy. His chiseled body and broad physique got him a lot of attention from the ladies. His warm smile and mocha color added to his style. His light hazel-green eyes simply perpetuated his swagger while his strong baritone voice made the women yearn with desire. Yes, Chris had several physical attributes that men would pay money for and the confidence to use them.

Chris was a scholar and an athlete. Having won two state championships in high school and a national championship at University of Tennessee, he looked destined for the NBA. Yet, a shattering knee injury in his senior year ended this dreams.

“God had other plans, baby.” His grandmother reminded him whenever he got down about his knee injury. After two years of playing overseas, he came back to his high school alma mater, Bradford High, as an assistant basketball coach. Christian patiently awaited his turn, now it was his first year as the head coach. The job couldn’t have come at a better time in his life.

Chris Goodman had everything he could possibly want. He had his new two-thousand square foot home in Dunwoody, an affluent suburb of Atlanta, his SUV to be practical and his motorcycle to be relaxed. He had more than his fair share of women and settling down was nowhere in his sight, that was until Mama Van brought it into his peripheral.


As she peered into the darkness, Angela wondered how she had gotten to this point. “Why me?” She asked aloud. “What did I do to deserve this?”

She had not been at work in a week. She had not eaten in days. She lacked personal hygiene. Despite the numerous phone calls and messages from family and friends, Angela never felt so alone. Her whole world was in her one-bedroom apartment. That was where she wanted to keep it.

She pulled out her journal and wrote to the one person who understood what she was going through.

Dear God,

I have got to get over him but before I do, I will make him feel the same pain I do everyday. My plan is to use his own devices to destroy him. It will be flawless. I know I am supposed to wait on You, but vengeance is all mine, Lord.

Love Angie

Angela slammed her journal shut and slid it off her desk. It landed with a loud thud. Then another thud, Angela collapsed on the floor next to the book and sobbed quietly. Her body quivered with cold. Her muscles rocked with pain. She eventually cried herself to sleep.


Christian woke to soaking wet sheets. His plea for a peaceful night fell on deaf ears as the same dream interrupted his night’s rest. He routinely woke with cold sweats, a hot body, and a rigid muscle. Nothing was different this morning.

His cell phone sang Tupac’s “Dear Mama”.

“Yes, ma’am?” Chris answered the phone just as the lyric, ‘Don’t you know we love you, sweet lady’ ended.

“Morning, baby. I just wanted to make sure you was up.” Mama Van’s chirpy voice made him smile.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m woke.” He muttered.

“Well, ‘sho don’t sound like it but you grown now. Mama hopes you have a good day. Love ya.”

She hung up her phone before he could respond.

Mama Van was the one woman he respected unconditionally. It was the least he owed her considering all she had done. Chris loved her with all he was.

“Making love between the sheets.” The ring tone startled him. Since it sang the Isley Brothers, he knew it meant one of the three women he was “admiring” at this time. He told himself she would have to wait—whichever one it was. He did not even check to see which one it was. He simply rubbed his fingers over his well-groomed goatee and delighted in knowing he would have sex sometime tonight.


Angela stumbled into her bathroom. She slept most of the day. She walked past a mirror and despised what she saw. Her 5’6” and 150 pound voluptuous frame had lost its attractiveness. ‘Life is over’ is what the mirror taunted. After releasing a hollowing scream, she shattered the image with her fists. Her life was in as many pieces.

After a cleansing cry, Angela decided to pity train had run long enough. She showered for the first time in four days. Her need for revenge drove her to make herself presentable. She found the sexiest dress in her wardrobe and draped it over her body. She wanted something that would definitely get his attention. She washed and curled her daintily-cut crop. Once she examined her work, she felt ready for exact her scandalous scheme. Once upon a time she knew his number by heart. Now she needed to thumbed through her phone to make the call.

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About the Author

SA Brown

SA Brown is a writer in every sense of the word. She started as a contributing author in one of Zane’s Chocolate Flava series. After that, she was hooked.

Born and raised in Mississippi, SA began writing full time in 2010. She started writing one act plays and producing them in the community theaters. She completed the first draft of Still Not Satisfied in 2012 and actively searched for a publisher. After numerous rejection letters, she decided to focus on the stage. She traveled South Mississippi with her socially motivated one act plays using the Theater for Social Change model.

In 2015, SA moved to Atlanta and felt it was time to bring Still Not Satisfied to life. She found Prodigy Gold Books, a press out of Philadelphia and a dream was born. In addition to her novel, she has launched her own production company, SAB Entertainment. Through this channel, SA is writing and producing short films. In May 2018, she produced her first full stage play, Family Lies and plans to tour the Southeast with it in 2019. Always writing, SA just completed the screenplay adaptation of Still Not Satisfied which she will pitch to producers. Currently, she is writing a web series, The Inner Circle. SA hopes to start production in summer 2019.

With hopes of educating while entertaining, SA’s biggest desire is that everyone learns a life lesson every time they walk away from any of her stories.

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Mini Tour Schedule

Feb. 18th

Reads & Reels (Promo)

The Hufflepuff Nerdette (Review)

The Writer’s Alley (Review)

Feb. 19th

Didi Oviatt (Review)

Christine’s Book Corner (Promo)

Feb. 20th

Reading Nook (Promo)

Valerie’s Musings (Promo)

Feb. 21st

Love Books Group (Author Feature)

Just 4 My Books (Promo)

Tsarina Press (Promo)

Feb. 22nd

The Genre Minx Book Reviews (Promo)

Splashes into Books (Promo)

Dash Fan Book Reviews (Promo)

Where Dragons Reside (Review)

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Blog Tour ‘n’ Book Review – Dark & Fluffy Vol II

Dark & Fluffy (Vol II)

by Janet Stock

Dark & Fluffy: Volume II

Following on from Dark & Fluffy, this collection is a further nine short fiction pieces. The title Dark & Fluffy II, reflects the general styles of the stories/prose in the book. Some are a bit darker, and may be a bit uncomfortable to read, Death by Testing and The Broken Arrangement fall into this category. Others are happier, feel good pieces like The Disney Club. Whatever your preference, I’m sure you’ll find something that will grab your attention.

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My Review

If you’re looking for a fun mix of short reads, then you’ve come to the right place! As a collection of stories, this second volume offers up an abundance of entertainment for those times when you’re commuting to work, or when you just need a break from reality.

The first story – The Man Across the Street – drew me in straightaway with the line, “it’s not that I’m nosey, you understand …” and from then on I was intrigued to read on. The author built the tension up with subtlety  – which isn’t easy in a short story – and delivered a clever twist at the end. By then, I was ready for more.

The huge variety in story kept me reading on, moving from tension to sweet “Aww!” moments in the Disney Club, and lots of fun (at Dad’s expense) in That Steampunk Vibe.

The author mentioned she’s writing a novel, and introduced us to one of her character’s in the story entitled Gisella – if that’s indicative of the rest of the novel, then I look forward to the publication of The Wait’s Son.

Overall, an original, imaginative and enjoyable melee that you can dip in and out of at whim. 

Author Bio

I am married with one teenage son and have always been a keen reader and writer since being young. I was born in Lancashire but have lived in Lincoln for over 30 years.

Several years ago I decided to take my writing seriously. I completed an OU course in creative writing and a Writers Bureau course. Initially I concentrated on short story writing, and when I turned fifty this year, I self-published my first book, Dark and Fluffy.

I love writing short stories, but my main goal is to have a novel published. Ten years ago, I started the first book of a trilogy of novels called The Little Servant (The Wait’s Son). I am still working on this, but now I have a serious intent to get this finished this year.

My favourite genre is medieval fiction, Bernard Cornwell is my favourite author. I also like to read Edward Rutherford, Stephen King, and Dean Coontz.


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Sunday Serialisation: The Fifth Wheel

This is it! The final chapter in my Sunday serialisation of The Fifth Wheel.

If you’ve stuck with me throughout, thank you. I’d love to know what you thought of the story.


Search for “Sunday serialisation” to find previous chapters.

One chapter each week – so ten in total, before moving onto the sequel Casualty of Court. I’m currently working on the next in this series (Heiresses & Heirlooms) and hope to have that ready for mid 2019.

Of course, you can still purchase a copy (links at the end)- but if you like your stories in short bursts, then stick around. After all, as winter hangs on, you can enjoy a touch of summer sunshine instead.

Here’s the summary:

Fern Mortimer has mastered the art of being invisible. Since a hit and run accident five years ago left her wheelchair-bound, she has become a recluse in her parents’ home. 
After finally venturing back into the real world, she struggles to make friends and trust anyone. Getting the nickname of The Ice Queen at her new place of work does little to build her confidence. 
However, one young woman, Nessa Sullivan, sees through Fern’s mask and is determined to be her friend. A mission that only months later sees Fern joining Nessa and three others on a well-deserved and much-needed holiday to the Portuguese Algarve.
During the holiday, Fern is seduced by a handsome restaurant manager, raising her mood and her hopes of a romantic entanglement whilst also robbing her of her usual common sense and sound judgement. 
So, why is her wheelchair now lying capsized in the infinity pool when a body is spotted out at sea? Where is Fern Mortimer?

Chapter Ten

On Raven’s return, Fern’s parents were at her bedside, having flown in as soon as they’d been notified of the incident. Raven waved through the window and drew a deep breath when Fern, now looking radiant and revitalised in the comfortable company of loved ones, returned the greeting.

Fern’s father got up to open the door, and stretching his arms out fully, he grabbed Raven’s hand and pulled her into an awkward embrace. “Thank you for looking after my little girl,” he said.

Raven smirked over his shoulder at Fern, who laughed out loud seeing her embarrassment.

“Dad, put her down!” Fern said, still giggling.

“Just expressing my gratitude, nothing wrong in that.” His yellowed features showed signs of fatigue and Raven put her hand on his arm, “Nothing wrong at all. Best hug I’ve had all holiday.” He reached across to repeat the action.

“But don’t spoil me, Mr. Mortimer. One’s enough …for now,” she said teasingly, side-stepping him and turning her attention to Fern. “So, how’s the patient?” she asked.

“Great, the docs say I can be discharged today. I’m going back home with Mum and Dad, though.”

“Is that what you really want? The girls and I have been talking. We’d love you to hang around, finish off the final few days in style.”

Fern’s eyes lit up, “Thank you, but I need to get away, put this behind me for now. Besides, the police say I’ll have to come back to testify when the case gets a hearing date. So, maybe we can try again then?”

“You bet! I’m sure the others feel the same way.”

Both girls swapped silly grins.

“But, what’s going to happen to your Prince Charming?” asked Raven, her sarcasm undeniable.

“He’s been charged with attempted murder and for fleeing the scene. A witness, a birdwatcher, saw the whole thing through his binoculars; he was the one who alerted the coastguard. Luckily they were nearby on a training exercise; I think they scared Prince Jorge away.” She gave Raven a knowing look before continuing. “Somehow my will to live outstripped my fear of the water and – don’t ask me how, you know I hate water – but I managed to stay afloat until they came. A second boat chased after him and found the speedboat drifting in the next port, my robe was still on board.”

“And I gave your chain to the harbour-master, too.”

“Oh, you found it? That’s the best news,” said Fern, crinkling her nose and beckoning Raven to come closer.

“Any news on Nessa?” Raven couldn’t disguise the catch in her voice.

Fern shook her head. “She was with him at the airport, planning to board a flight to Sweden when they were stopped and has been charged with being an accessory before the fact, but she’ll probably get bail.”

“She refused to see me. I went to the station again, but they turned me away,” Raven said, bending forward into Fern’s arms. “I just wanted to ask her why, that’s all. But…”

She was interrupted by a loud racket in the hallway, then an arm came round the door, waving a white handkerchief.

In waltzed Audrey and Harriet, “We’re sorry,” they screeched in sing-song voices, mischief glinting in their eyes. On seeing Fern’s parents, they started to skulk away.

“Hey, not so fast you two. What’s with all the noise?” asked Raven.

In complete unison, they looked down. Everyone’s gaze fell to the floor and a huge peal of laughter erupted as they saw that both girls were each sporting a pair of Fern’s Louboutins.

“We nearly came a cropper in these,” said Audrey, her high-pitched squeal sending shudders down Raven’s back.

“Dunno how you do it, Fern, I’d end up in hospital for sure,” added Harriet, upon which Fern glimpsed her parents’ stunned faces and exploded into giggles.

Raven shook her head in exasperation, “Harriet, you’re priceless!”

The End

See you next week for the first chapter of Casualty of Court

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Sunday Serialisation: The Fifth Wheel

Today, it’s all about Chapter 9 in my Sunday serialisation of The Fifth Wheel.

We’re nearly at the end. Are you still with me?


Search for “Sunday serialisation” to find previous chapters.

One chapter each week – so ten in total, before moving onto the sequel Casualty of Court. I’m currently working on the next in this series (Heiresses & Heirlooms) and hope to have that ready for mid 2019.

Of course, you can still purchase a copy (links at the end)- but if you like your stories in short bursts, then stick around. After all, as winter has us in its clutches, you can enjoy a touch of summer sunshine instead.

Here’s the summary:

Fern Mortimer has mastered the art of being invisible. Since a hit and run accident five years ago left her wheelchair-bound, she has become a recluse in her parents’ home. 
After finally venturing back into the real world, she struggles to make friends and trust anyone. Getting the nickname of The Ice Queen at her new place of work does little to build her confidence. 
However, one young woman, Nessa Sullivan, sees through Fern’s mask and is determined to be her friend. A mission that only months later sees Fern joining Nessa and three others on a well-deserved and much-needed holiday to the Portuguese Algarve.
During the holiday, Fern is seduced by a handsome restaurant manager, raising her mood and her hopes of a romantic entanglement whilst also robbing her of her usual common sense and sound judgement. 
So, why is her wheelchair now lying capsized in the infinity pool when a body is spotted out at sea? Where is Fern Mortimer?

Chapter Nine

Back at the hospital, she waited again outside Fern’s room. Harriet had phoned to say that the car was gone, together with Nessa’s belongings. Raven filled her in on her visit to the police station and they agreed to meet back at the hospital.

Thirty minutes later, Audrey and Harriet dashed down the corridor, waving at Raven.

“How’s Fern?” they asked as one, then grinned at each other.

“Pfft, you two!” Raven muttered, exasperated and envious of their childlike ability to lose concentration at whim. “She’ll be fine. The nurse just told me she’ll be admitted for observation following respiratory problems. But I really need to talk to her. I just can’t fathom Nessa’s part in all this …drama.”

“Are you sure it’s her, at the police station?” Audrey’s timid voice pleaded with her to say no.

“As sure as I can be. But it still doesn’t make sense. Hopefully, Fern can shed some light.”


Propped up by several white pillows, with the monitors humming reassuringly at her side, Fern explained to her captive audience how Nessa had awoken her a little before sunrise. “She told me that Jorge was waiting by the pool for me. Earlier, he’d asked me to join him on his boat, for ‘the trip of a lifetime.’” She mimicked the air quotes as she spoke.

“Well, he got that right!” added Raven.

“Indeed!” Fern’s eyes misted over. “I really thought he was interested in me. So, for him to turn up like that, well …I was thrilled. All common sense fell to the wayside. I grabbed a robe and rode out in my chair to see him.”

“It does sound a little Mills & Boon.” Audrey giggled at Harriet’s quip and got a withering glare from Raven, who gestured for Fern to continue.

“He stood looking out to sea as I approached from the villa. His smile dazzled me when he turned round.” She wavered momentarily, “Hmm, funny how after all this, I still remember the good bits, even though they were fake! I recall thinking how his smile managed to out-shine the moon that night.”

Raven put her fingers in her mouth, pretending to retch, setting off Harriet’s hiccups again.

Fern blushed. “I know. But I’m not used to such attention. Most guys, well people generally, see the chair first and forget the person sitting within.” A catch in her throat gave way to an embarrassed cough.

“So, how come you left your chair behind?” Raven’s rude impatience cut through the atmosphere, jolting Fern back to her story.

“He picked me up, and carried me over to the edge of the pool. All we could see was the ocean. He begged me to accompany him. Foolishly, I let my heart rule and as he held me by the hands and supported me, together we walked to his car. It was like floating on air. The pain in my legs melted away when he said he would look after me. Besides, the chair was too big for his car, and I was caught up in the moment and didn’t give it a second thought.”

“How did it end up in the pool then?” Raven fired yet another question at her.

“It’s in the pool? Damn! I hope it’s waterproof, I need that chair!” said Fern with indignation.

“Oy, Fern! Forget the chair, what happened next?” Known for her quick temper, Raven smiled to neutralise her sharp words.

“Well, like I said, I wasn’t concerned about it or my own safety.”

Raven frowned, biting back the reprimand that had immediately come to mind and instead motioned her to continue.

“At the marina, he carried me onto his boat. We sat on the deck and talked for a while. He’d left some beers chilling in a plastic bucket. Not quite the sophistication I was hoping for, but the romance and innocence of it appealed to me.” Shaky laughter accompanied her words as she realised the absurdity of the scene.

“His mood changed when I asked about his family and a darkness seemed to seize him. He pulled me to my feet and growled at me like an animal, ordering me to walk. He watched me stumble and laughed. Then, he lunged at me, saying it was all my fault.” Fern’s voice began to tremble as she recalled his fiery outburst.

“He said what?” Raven threw her arms in the air. “The man’s a psycho and you’re to blame? Unbelievable!”

“He said his mother died because of me,” added Fern. “Drank herself to death. Her guilty conscience finally finished her off.”

“Pardon? Did we miss something?” Audrey and Harriet exchanged frantic expressions.

Raven interrupted, “He blamed you for his drunken mother’s guilty conscience?” She enunciated each word slowly, to intensify the bizarreness of her statement, then moved to the end of Fern’s bed, sat down and stared at her. “Are you delirious?”

“No, not at all.” Fern chuckled. “It does sound far-fetched, though. But let me finish.”

“The stage is yours milady,” Raven said with a sweeping flourish.

“Apparently,” Fern beamed at her dramatics, “His mother was the driver in the hit-and-run accident that left me like this!” She spread out her arms to highlight her shapely, yet motionless legs. “Ta dah!”

Silence. Not a sound was uttered.

“She’d followed the case in the newspaper, and on learning that I would never fully recover the use of my legs, she began drinking … heavily. Over time, well, it’s been five years now, her organs failed and eventually she died an alcoholic.”

“Bloody hell, Fern.” Raven’s expression blanched, whilst Audrey and Harriet stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at each other.

“He lowered me roughly into the dinghy and jumped in alongside me. Rowing out to sea, his eyes blackened, verging on inhuman. I screamed, but he …,” she gulped back her sobs, “He leaned forward and smacked my face, hard. So hard that I fell back and must have banged my head. Next I knew, the current was pulling me down and …”

The monitor beeped frantically as she relived the panic. Raven jumped off the end of the bed and sat alongside her, wrapping an arm around her.

“It’s OK now, you’re safe. It’s over,” Raven said, squeezing her hand with a gentle reassurance, then nodding at the nurse who´d popped her head round the door.

Seeing that Fern was in good hands and the beeps had slowed, she turned away, closing the door quietly as she did so.

Fern’s breathing relaxed sufficiently for Raven to continue her inquisition, and in a hushed voice she asked, “D’you know how Nessa is embroiled in this?” The wrinkling of Fern’s nose and nod of her head verified that she knew, but that the truth was too distasteful to articulate. Raven’s shoulders slumped and she exhaled deeply, fearing the worst.

Biting her lip, Fern faced Raven head on. “The police were here not long ago and enlightened me on the whole sordid little scheme.”

“Is it that …b-bad?” Harriet’s hesitant stutter set shivers among them. Each of them focused on Fern’s face. She nodded. “’Fraid so. She’s in this up to her neck. Soon after meeting me, she became part of his plan.”

“I had my suspicions,” added Raven, “after calling Zoe who, by the way, didn’t have chickenpox.”

Audrey whimpered as Raven gave an account of the call.

“Nessa told her there had been a mistake with the booking and the villa couldn’t accommodate five of us. As she’d been the last to sign up, then she had to forgo her place.”

“Why didn’t Zoe say anything to us then?” Audrey asked, her tone now challenging.

“It was all a bit last minute and she felt peeved that we hadn’t contacted her either.” Fighting back the emotion, Raven’s voice cracked. “I felt so guilty when she told me earlier. She was great, though, no hard feelings. But, still …”

Fern slipped under the covers, goosebumps covering her body, and lay her head on the pillows. “Allegedly,” she sighed, “Steve had been stalking me for months. Ever since his mum’s death. He spotted Nessa talking to me at work, and I guess he made a beeline for her and …well, who could refuse him? When Nessa mentioned the holiday, he persuaded her to include me, at whatever cost.”

“Hmm,” said Raven, now perched on the edge of Fern’s bed, “That meant Zoe was out and you were in.”

“It took her a week or so to convince me. In the meantime, he flew over here, got a job, and just waited for us to arrive before working his charm on me.”

“But Nessa didn’t know …she couldn’t have known what his intentions were, she just fell in love,” said Harriet, shaking her head defiantly, certain of her friend’s true nature.

“Sorry, but from what the police implied, she was fully aware of his plans. I guess love can make a person do crazy things,” said Fern.

“No! Not Nessa,” Harriet wailed, causing Audrey to rush over and wrap her arms around her, just as a wave of sobs engulfed her.

Raven swallowed hard, stumbling from the bed and reaching out to steady herself, hiding her downward gaze behind shiny locks.

“I’m so sorry, but it’s true. I know she’s your friend, I thought she was mine, too.” Fern looked away, unable to witness their pain. “She knew he was going to push me overboard and claim it was an accident. She was prepared to let me drown.” Fern spoke now with a haunting coldness, her survival instincts once again coming to the forefront.

“How can you know this?” Audrey spat the words out. “She wouldn’t do that!”

Raven grabbed her by the arm, dragging her towards the door, followed closely by Harriet as Fern’s rage exploded.

“She confessed!” she screamed at them. “Your precious friend told the police everything. Ask them yourselves if you don’t believe me.” They stalled, disbelief etched across their faces. “If you think I’m lying, go and ask them. Go on. Get out of here. Leave me alone.”

Raven shoved them through the doorway and closed the door.

Fern, whose trembling chin indicated that the previously thwarted tears were once more imminent, rolled over as Raven approached her bed and whispered softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll take them back to the villa. You need to rest.”

Stroking her arm was the catalyst needed and Fern’s body quivered as she sobbed into her pillow.

“We do believe you, Fern. Honestly, we do,” said Raven, tiptoeing out of the room.

But Fern didn’t hear a word. Years of pain and fear, mingled with anger and frustration, poured from her as the floodgates opened. She cried until her throat was raw and her eyes sore and puffy.

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Blog Tour ‘n’ Book Review – Karma Never Loses An Address

Karma Never Loses An Address

by K. J. McGillick

Karma Never Loses An Address

 Betrayal on Every Level

     Marley Bennington had brutally murdered her older sister Samantha in a drug fuelled rage. Only two people know that fact as true. One of those two people, was sitting in a state prison, serving a sentence for a crime he didn’t commit. Who was that unfortunate person? Alex Clarke, Samantha Bennington’s husband, the man so buried in circumstantial evidence that he confessed to a crime he didn’t commit rather than face a trial. He was now trapped with no way out.

     It all began as sibling rivalry and jealousy, as so many tales of treachery do. Now, that intense jealousy had ended in her sister’s murder. Once Alex was tucked safely away in prison, Marley was set to inherit millions of dollars tainted with her sister’s blood. But suddenly, two obstacles stood in her way preventing her from quickly obtaining the reward for her well executed plan. One obstacle was her brother, and the other a nosy little old lady. But for Marley, this wasn’t a problem. She had killed twice already and cheated the justice system. What were a few more bodies? 

    Justice delayed is justice denied. Can Marley be trapped by the very people she tried to deceive? Will karma finally visit her door? Another gripping, tangled tale from the author of Facing A Twisted Judgment.

My Review

Having read “Facing A Twisted Judgment” a few months ago, I was super excited to follow the story of the paintings that had caused the in-fighting in the Bennington family and the ultimate murder of Samantha by her sister, Marley.

So, having that insight into the cast of characters for this book I settled down and waited to be entertained. I didn’t have to wait long, as once again the author took me on a fascinating ride, telling this latest story from three viewpoints.

Tallulah West, as a practitioner of family law could not have anticipated what she was letting herself in for when she “joined” the team who had initially investigated the missing paintings. But I think the icing on the cake was meeting Mary – it was for me too. Tallulah (Lulu) found herself embroiled in many a scene that challenged her rule-abiding persona, but the pursuit of justice kept her focused on the end game – which hoped to prove that Marley was the murderer who should be behind bars. With Mary as a constant “guide”, the path to justice was never dull. Mary deserves a series of her own! Just sayin’ 😉

Marley Bennington, at the centre of the story for having killed her sister in the first place, did not go on to redeem herself in this story. In fact, she proved to be just as conniving, manipulative and cold-hearted as ever. She was the sort of woman about whom no-one would have had a good word – apart from her drug dealer maybe – and even that would be doubtful. Marley expected so much from life, hated the word “no”, and looked down on almost everyone she met. Was she as clever as she thought she was? I couldn’t possibly comment. You’ll need to read the book.

Marin, the artist, had an exceptional talent for imitating the works of the great masters. Until now, she had only ever dealt in creating replicas in the style of those artists, so the job ahead of her this time was both more challenging and more dangerous. Marin wasn’t one for socializing, or for building friendships. She’d had a tough time at college and sought refuge in her art. I was on her side throughout, and so wanted the best for her. Was I surprised at how things turned out? You betcha! That was a clever twist by the author.

With great characters such as these, the story flowed along at a snappy pace with plenty of bumps in the road. At the outset there was rather a lot of exposition, both in explaining much of the legalese as well as establishing the backstory, but story soon found its groove. I loved the contrast of the serious elements of the crimes committed which were balanced with nice touches of light humour (usually disbelief at whatever Mary did or had done to get the results she did).

Another winning story from one of my new favourite authors.

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K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once she started to walk she never stopped running. But that’s what New Yorkers do. Right? A Registered Nurse, a lawyer now author.

As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing, she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing

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Book Birthday Blitz ‘n’ Book Review – The Secret to Falling in Love

The Secret to Falling in Love

by Victoria Cooke

The Secret to Falling in Love

Lifestyle journalist and thirty-something singleton Melissa hashtags, insta’s and snapchats her supposedly fabulous life on every social media platform there is.
That is until she wakes up on her birthday, another year older and still alone, wondering if for all her internet dates, love really can be found online? The challenge: go technology free for a whole month!
Forced to confront the reality of her life without its perfect filters, Melissa knows she needs to make some changes. But when she bumps into not one, but two gorgeous men, without the use of an app, she believes there could be hope for love offline.
If only there was a way to choose the right guy for her…

My review:

As my first book by this author, I had high expectations based on the general buzz from other reviewers and bloggers. I wasn’t disappointed, and totally breezed through this funny, modern, and sweet romance story.

Melissa, a journalist is inspired to write an article entitled the Matrix effect which is well received by her usually less-than-complimentary editor. So popular is the article that her editor requests a follow-up, and challenges Melissa to live a month without technology.

It is nowhere near as easy as Melissa hopes, as she falls prey to missed appointments, forgetting events and struggling to communicate with her friends. However, the “quiet” life soon becomes addictive, and she adapts to her tech-free lifestyle by doing things that she rarely does – like visiting her sister in person instead of Skyping.

However, maintaining a social life is more awkward – and the fact that her mum conspires to set her up on a date with a friend’s newly single son doesn’t sit well with her.

So, a coffee shop encounter with a handsome man gives her hope that all is not lost – and convinces her she doesn’t need her mum’s help. Although, the coffee shop man only leaves her with a business card with an email address – once again, the tech-free problem gets in the way, until she runs into him again – on purpose – the following week and explains her dilemma. He (Joseph) is charming, and seems super keen to take her out.

At the same time she finally meets the son of her mum’s friend (Scott) and finds he is far nicer than she thought he’d be. But, Joseph wines and dines her with a flashy limo, a dazzling apartment and a housekeeper.

Melissa is torn between the two men, but is then sent by her boss for a week’s R&R in Scotland where she encounters the two men again. Choosing between could have been a problem, but one of them shows his true colours and the decision is easier than she expected. However, has she left it too late?

This is a fun read, and quite thought-provoking if we consider how technology has become such a time-consuming and addictive part of our lives. It begs the question that in the battle of the Luddite vs the Geek, for whom is finding love easier? Is it easier to find love in a few swipes as opposed to meeting face to face.

Without the technology taking up her time, Melissa was able to see the beauty of the world around her. She enjoyed spending real time with her sister, and then there is Doris – an old lady with whom she strikes up a friendship that would never have happened had she been glued to her phone or tablet.

Plot wise, the story is quite predictable but in the nicest possible way. As a mystery reader generally I’m used to looking for and finding clues, and I felt the author wove the story well, leaving hints as to what would happen and blending those events in with fantastic characters and beautiful settings (thanks to no tech).

Overall, this is a lovely,enjoyable way to while a few hours. I’ll definitely look out for more by this author.

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Author Bio – Victoria Cooke grew up in the city of Manchester before crossing the Pennines in pursuit of a career in education. She now lives in Huddersfield with her husband and two young daughters and when she’s not at home writing by the fire with a cup of coffee in hand, she loves working out in the gym and travelling. Victoria was first published at the tender age of eight by her classroom teacher who saw potential in a six-page story about an invisible man. Since then she’s always had a passion for reading and writing, undertaking several writers’ courses before completing her first novel, ‘The Secret to Falling in Love,’ in 2016.

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Book Review – Berlin: Uprising

BERLIN: Uprising

by Paul Grant


It’s 1953 Berlin and the seeds of the bloody Workers’ Uprising have been sown…

Whilst working on the prestigious Stalinallee building project, Ulrich Schultz becomes embroiled in the protests, contrary to the desperate pleas of girlfriend, Ursula. As the protests intensify, Ulrich sees his fellow workers disappear one by one. Already uncertain which way to turn, he is unexpectedly approached by a West German agent warning him he is under surveillance by the East German Security Service.

Meanwhile in Leipzig, Hans Erdmann is still suffering the harrowing death of his wife and son. The KVP officer accepts a transfer to Berlin in an attempt to get his life back on track, yet only arrives in a city waiting to blow. Back in 1948, Ulrich’s father, Klaus struggles to survive as a POW in a frozen Siberian work camp, wondering if he will ever see his family again. He pits his wits against the wily commandant, Burzin, to whom there is more than meets the eye. As a snowstorm engulfs the camp, Klaus eventually facilitates the escape of one of his comrades, Markus Schram, but not without bloodshed. With the odds stacked against him, and the sadistic MGB captain Dobrovsky back to haunt him, can Klaus survive? Will Klaus’ family ever learn of his fate?

Indeed, will he ever make it back to his family in Berlin? As the protest spills on to the streets of the city, how will Ulrich react to the many warnings as the dreaded Stasi close in on his activities? BERLIN: Uprising is the final, thrilling installment of the Schultz family trilogy.

My Review

This is a tension-packed, thrilling read about post-war Berlin and the German POWs in Siberian camps. Although this is the last part of a trilogy, it can stand alone on its own merits.
The story centres on the Schultz family – father Klaus has been a prisoner for ten years, having become the focus of a vengeful Major who is intent on making him suffer.
Klaus’ wife, Maria, has raised their two children alone, but at the same time looked after and stood up for others who were persecuted during that time. Her son, Ulrich, now a young man, has followed in his father’s footsteps as a builder. But, Ulrich wants more for his co-workers, for his fellow Germans, and gets involved in many protest meetings, all planning for the big uprising.

Wonderful descriptions and well-drawn characters bring the story to life, truly painting a vivid picture of the era and the division within Berlin during those dangerous and tumultuous times. Fascinating to read about in such detail.
The drama comes from every direction – from the dangers in the Siberian gold mines to the Stasi in East Berlin.
Secrets, plots and conspiracies blend well with the changing relationships of the main characters as they encounter warnings and betrayals, not knowing who to trust and who to fear.
An exciting read that had kept my attention throughout. I almost wish I’d read the previous two stories in the trilogy first.