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Blog Tour: The Missing Wife – Kerry Barrett

1933. Hannah Snow is fleeing her unhappy marriage when she finds herself in a small hotel on the banks of Loch Ness. But when a monster is spotted in the depths of the waters, the press descends – and Hannah finds her hiding place is discovered. Someone has been looking for Hannah, and when they find her events will take a devastating turn…

Present day. True crime podcaster Scarlett finds herself intrigued by the mystery of Hannah Snow, wife of a promising government minister who disappeared in 1933 – just months before her husband also went missing, presumed dead. As Scarlett works to uncover the truth, she discovers a tragic family secret, and a story as murky as the depths of the loch where Hannah and her husband were last seen…

My thoughts: I really enjoyed this, Hannah flees her unfortunate marriage for a new life in Scotland on the banks of the Loch Ness, just as monster fever sweeps the land. Can she stay hidden or will someone from her past show up?

True crime podcaster Scarlett is on Hannah’s trail years later. Did she and MP husband Laurie end up in the Loch or did they manage to disappear to new lives back in the 1930s, before the internet and social media would make that impossible?

As Scarlett digs through the archives and talks to locals, falling for a monster hunter and fellow podder along the way, she learns not just some secrets from the past but ones from the present that might make her horrible ex Charlie finally go away.

Fun and cheering, I loved Hannah, a very modern woman who wants to be a journalist and not a trophy wife and certainly not in a sham marriage. Her adventures in Scotland lead to a whole new life and I cheered her, and Scarlett, who also needed a new start, on.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Blog Tour: The Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt – Jodi Allen

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If you prefer mystery over scares during the spooky season, then you’ll want to check out this new cozy mystery by Jodi Allen Brice, The Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt! Read on for more details!
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The Mystery of the Teacup Quilt (Harland Creek Mystery Quilters)

Publication Date: September 5th

Genre: Cozy Mystery

Hi! I’m Dove Agnew, former successful dress designer who was living the high life in New York, until my sleazy business partner used my business to move his drugs, leaving me to pack my ruined reputation and move back home to the tiny town of Harland Creek.

Despite the setback, all was going relatively well until I found Gertrude Brown’s body on the floor of my mom’s quilt shop. Now, rumors are flying and all eyes are on me. I’m a murder suspect! Even my ex-boyfriend, the current chief of police, is suspicious of me.

Now, it’s up to me to clear my name and find out who the real killer is before someone else gets hurt. But I’m going to need help, and the Harland Creek Quilters, and a goat named Petunia, are just the group to get things done.

Welcome to the new series set in the beloved town of Harland Creek.

With the quilting club ladies and a sidekick, which happens to be a goat, this book will keep you guessing and laughing out loud!

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Excerpt

I thought no one knew my secret. But I was wrong.

Yesterday, Gertrude Brown had come into the quilt shop demanding that I finish her quilt in one day. I’d never liked that old lady. She was as mean as a snake and cruel just for sport. I had let my anger get the best of me and let Gertrude have a piece of my mind. My mom had been horrified and the two customers in the store had gaped.

I immediately regretted my action and tried to apologize, but Gertrude stormed out of the store. My guilt had me staying late after the quilt shop closed to try to finish her quilt as a peace offering. I should have known better. There would never be any peace between Gertrude Brown and me.

Things went from bad to worse when Gertrude burst into the quilt shop after Mom had left. Gertrude told me she knew about my secret in New York. She said she would not hesitate to tell the whole town I was a criminal if I didn’t finish quilting her Tea Cup quilt that night. Gertrude was the cruelest woman in Harland Creek, bent on making everyone miserable if she didn’t get her way.

I laid my head on the steering wheel and groaned. “Why didn’t I just keep my big mouth shut?”

A knock on my car window jolted me back to the cruel reality of where I was.

I frowned at the plump older woman with mousy brown hair styled in a bowl cut. She shoved her vintage silver glitter cat eye glasses up on the bridge of her nose and squinted at me. She was wearing a tight purple tracksuit in the middle of summer. The stress lines around her mouth and forehead made me think she was in her late fifties.

I went to press the button to roll down the window, then remembered I was no longer in my Lexus convertible.

Grimacing, I remembered the Ford’s windows couldn’t be rolled down without turning the engine back on. I didn’t want to deal with another fart of smoke so I opened the door.

“Yes?” I asked.

“You must be Dove Agnew. You’re Mildred’s daughter, aren’t you?” The woman’s mouth shot up in a wide grin, making her cheeks look big and rosy. “I could tell by the eyes. No one has eyes like Mildred.”

I cringed at the sound of my birth name but then forced a smile. It had been a while since anyone called me Dove.

“I am.”

“I’m Patricia Earle. I work with your mom. She hired me a few months ago to help in the quilt shop. I was off these last few days to take care of Mother. She schedules all her doctor’s appointments the same week and I have to drive her.” Her smile faltered. “Mildred said you’d be working here, too.”

I sighed and nodded slowly. “Yes. Mom asked me to help with the quilting orders. Seems like summer is a busy few months for her.”

Patricia looked a little pale around the lips. “So, you will not be running the register? I was afraid you were going to replace me.” She extracted an inhaler from the pocket of her tracksuit, put it to her mouth and took a deep pull.

I frowned. “Are you okay?” The last thing I needed was to be giving a strange woman CPR.

She nodded and then let out the breath. “Yes. I have asthma. My mom told me I don’t need to get all worked up and upset over nothing.”

“Your mom is right.”

“She’s always telling me what to do. I live with her.” She gave me a slight smile. “Like you and Mildred.”

My smile slid off my face. “It’s only temporary.” Like me, staying in Harland Creek was temporary.

She smiled. “That’s what I said. But it’s been ten years since I moved back home, and I’m still living with my mom. I’ll see you inside.” She gave a little finger wave and walked into the quilt shop.

It was my first week back at Mom’s quilt shop, and I already felt like I was suffocating.

I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. The double braid I had fashioned my blonde hair into was starting to frizz in the Mississippi heat. I blinked. Patricia had been right.

No one had ice blue eyes like my Mom, except me.

Instead of wallowing in my self-pity, I climbed out of my car and grabbed my Christian Louboutin bag, the only expensive thing I still owned, and made my way to the shop.

The honeysuckle that wrapped around the side of the building hung heavy in the air. A smile escaped my lips, reminding me of sweet memories of how as a child, I’d pluck the blossoms and suck on the nectar.

A bead of sweat trickled from my neck down my back. I had sold a lot of my expensive clothes back in New York and my wardrobe was severely limited. Thankfully I’d borrowed a T-shirt of Mom’s and my denim shorts to help stay cool while I quilted. While the shop had air conditioning, the room where I worked was the hottest in the building.

I swiped my brow with the back of my hand and opened the door to the quilt shop.

Patricia had already switched the window sign to Open and had turned on all the lights. The scent of fabric welcomed me inside the shop as I made my way toward the back room where the long arm machine was.

The phone rang, and Patricia immediately answered. “Mildred’s Quilt Shop, where the sewing magic happens. How may I help you?”

I headed to the back room and put my purse under the counter where my mom kept the coffee maker beside the usual tray of pastries that her quilting buddies would bring by.

My mom poked her head out of the office. “Good morning, Dove. I was hoping you’d get here earlier so you can work on Gertrude Brown’s quilt. She left two messages on the answering machine after we closed. After that terrible row between you two, I think it best if we go ahead and finish her quilt.” Mom let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry about what I said to her yesterday. I know it’s not good for business to be yelling at customers. No matter how demanding they are.” I gave her a pained smile.

“Well, she had it coming. No one has ever stood up to her in this town.” Mom shook her head. “I swear this is the last time I’m ever quilting for her.”

I poured myself a cup of black coffee and walked over to her. “I finished her quilt last night.”

My mom’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You what?”

“I stayed up half the night so I could finish it. I even completed the binding.”

Mom gaped. “That’s the quickest quilting job I’ve ever seen.”

“I wasn’t going to stay late, but after what happened yesterday, I felt it best to get it done.” I left out the part about Gertrude trying to blackmail me.

Mom stood up and her eyebrows knit together in a frown. “That woman is so demanding. And mean as a snake to boot.” She lifted her chin. “You should have just made her wait. I would have if she had talked to me that way.”

I took a sip of my coffee and averted my eyes. “I didn’t mind,” I lied. I minded a lot.

Mom pressed her lips together in a thin line. “That woman thinks she runs Harland Creek. I don’t like people like that.”

“Neither do I. Want me to call to tell her to come get her quilt?” I looked at her.

“Let me see it first. I don’t want to give that old bat something to criticize.” Mom set her mug of coffee down on the counter and followed me out of the office.

“Knock, knock!” The woman I recognized as Elizabeth Harland, walked into the back of the shop. Gray, short hair curtaining a face with kind, yet strong features, Elizabeth Harland was a steel magnolia. She sought comfort over fashion and worked hard for a living. She wore blue jeans and a floral blouse with black orthopedic shoes with white socks. “I brought goodies. Homemade lemon bars. My grandmother’s recipe.” She held up the decorative platter covered in cellophane.

Elizabeth Harland was one of Mom’s quilting group. She was widowed, ran her own flower farm with a young woman named Heather, and the town was named after her ancestors. She preferred muumuus when she worked her farm and was a wonderful cook.

Mom walked over to give her friend and fellow quilting buddy a hug. “Elizabeth, you shouldn’t have. But I’m glad you did.” She turned to me. “You remember my daughter, Dove?”

Elizabeth gave me a bright smile. “Of course, I do. Hello, Dove. So nice to have you back in Harland Creek.”

I smiled in spite of myself. “Thank you, Mrs. Harland. I’m here to help Mom get caught up on her long arm quilting.”

“That’s right. You’re quite the seamstress.” She walked over and placed the platter of sweets next to the coffee. “And please call me, Elizabeth. I hope you’ll join us for our quilting bee. We’d love to have the help. We have to finish hand quilting a quilt of valor for one of the residents at the nursing home.”

“How kind of you. But I don’t know if you’ll want me quilting with you ladies. I’m better at long arm quilting than hand quilting.”

“I doubt that.” Elizabeth gave me a wink. “Have you had time to finish a quilt yet? I’d love to see it.”

“Then you got here in time. She finished Gertrude’s last night. Fastest quilting job I’ve ever seen.” Mom shook her head.

“I heard she made some kind of coffee pot quilt.” Elizabeth wrinkled her nose.

I let out a laugh. “Actually, it’s a tea cup quilt. She appliqued fabrics in the shape of tea cups and tea pots onto her blocks.”

“Sounds pretty. Which is unlike Gertrude.” Elizabeth groused.

“Oh, it is pretty. She even added folded vintage women’s handkerchiefs under each tea cup. She sewed a seam around the whole handkerchief so it wouldn’t open. The effect was pretty, but it made it difficult to quilt through the extra layers.”

“If she were going to do that, she should have just cut the handkerchief in half.” Elizabeth quipped.

“I totally agree, and I told her that. Her response was to shut up and sew it the way she wanted.”

Mom gasped. “Dove, you should have called me. I don’t let anyone talk to my employees, let alone, my daughter like that.”

“I heard you gave Gertrude quite an earful yesterday.” Elizabeth grinned.

“Ugh. I guess it’s all over town. I was hoping to avoid that.” I buried my face in my hands.

“Ha! That old bird had it coming.” Elizabeth lifted her chin. “Hopefully you won’t have to deal with her again.”

I took another sip of my coffee. “I hope not. Come on, I’ll show you the finished product.”

Mom and Elizabeth followed me into the next room, where we kept the quilt orders written on a whiteboard. There was a wall of built-in shelves where we kept the pieced quilts to be quilted, as well as the finished quilts waiting to be picked up.

I flicked on the switch and immediately screamed. A body, with lifeless eyes stared up at me.

Lying in the middle of the white linoleum floor was Gertrude Brown.

Dead.

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About the Author

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Jodi Allen Brice is a USA Today best-selling author and has written numerous books under a different pen names. Under Jodi Allen Brice she writes fiction, small town clean and sweet romance and cozy mystery.

She transitioned away from paranormal romance in the year 2020 when the virus hit and currently writes under Jodi Allen Brice.

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Blog Tour: Mr Magenta – Christopher Bowden

Stephen Marling thought he knew his aunt Flora. But when he inherits her house in a quiet south London square a series of discoveries among her papers brings to light another person entirely. 

Who, for example, is ‘Mr Magenta’ and what part did he play in her life?

In the process of uncovering the secrets of one life, Stephen is forced to re-evaluate his own and decide what he really wants. 

Was he right to turn his back on Nancy Steiner, the young actress he met in New York, when he came home to take up his inheritance?

Interweaving past and present, the story takes him from a Brooklyn bookshop to a theatre in Marseille to a cottage on the east coast of England where the truth about Mr Magenta is finally revealed. Buy Links

Christopher Bowden lives in south London.  He is the author of six novels, each with a colour theme.  His books have been praised variously by Andrew Marr, Julian Fellowes, Sir Derek Jacobi, and Shena Mackay. Of his third novel, The Red House, Sir Derek said, “Very entertaining, cleverly constructed and expertly paced.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

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My thoughts: this is a rather gentle and sweet mystery – having inherited his aunt Flora’s house on her death, returning from his New York life, Stephen wishes he’d known more about his book loving aunt. Through her belongings, he builds up an image of who she was and decides to look deeper into her mysterious Mr Magenta. Clearly a pseudonym but for whom and why?

Following the clues of old photos, letters and playscripts, Stephen travels to France and the Suffolk coast. But his own more recent past lingers – should he have quit his job and left the lovely Nancy behind? Or should he take a risk and follow his heart?

This was rather lovely, a mystery with no grisly murders, a search for understanding and a friend who might be able to answer some of his questions.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Blog Tour: A Summer of Castles – Rachel Walkley

A Summer of Castles. A secret in ruins.
At the beginning of the sultry 2003 English summer, Robyn Yates quits her job to photograph fifteen castles for a man she’s never met. A man who won’t tell her his real name.
What motivates her is an unusual ability she can’t explain nor understand. Somebody does though and is keen to exploit her secret.
But Robyn isn’t alone on her journey. An artist is painting pictures of the same castles. Wherever she goes, so does he, like a stalker. But is he dangerous? And could this man be the same person who
wants her photographs?
She decides to challenge him, never anticipating that the confrontation will change the path of both of their lives.
The stifling summer will eventually end, but will Robyn find out the truth in time?

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Aspiring writer who pens Women’s Fiction and magical tales about family secrets.
What else?
An East Anglian turned Northerner – almost.
Information professional, always.
Biologist, in my memories.
Archivist, when required.
Amateur pianist and flautist.
Reluctant gardener.
Scribbler of pictures.
And forever…. a mother and wife.
Oh, not forgetting, cat lover!

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My thoughts: this was a clever and gentle romance with a mystery at its heart. Who is the stranger who calls themself Medici, after Lorenzo, who asks for photos and paintings of ruined English castles? Why did they pick Robyn? And what is the strange gift she has that brings a glimpse of the past to life?

As Robyn roams Northern England with her camera and meets a mysterious painter, she is drawn further into the swirl of secrets around her new patron. And romance awaits on the horizon as well as a sad tale or two.

Gently enjoyable and with summer baked through it – one before everyone had smart phones or watches, when getting information was a lot trickier than just asking Google, this is a clever and moving story.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Blog Tour: The Purple Shadow – Christopher Bowden*

In the years before the war, Sylvie Charlot was a leading light in Paris fashion with many friends among musicians, artists and writers. Now she is largely forgotten.

Spending time in Paris during a break in his acting career, Colin Mallory sees a striking portrait of Sylvie. Some think it is a late work by Édouard Vuillard but there is no signature or documentary evidence to support this view.

The picture has some unusual qualities, not least the presence of a shadow of something that cannot
be seen. Perhaps the picture was once larger. Colin feels an odd sense of connection with Sylvie, who seems to be looking at him, appealing to him, wanting to tell him something.

Despite a warning not to pursue his interest in her portrait, he is determined to find out more about the painting, who painted it, and why it was rt this view.hidden for many years.

Colin’s search takes him back to the film and theatre worlds of Paris and London in the 1930s – and to a house in present-day Sussex. As he uncovers the secrets of Sylvie’s past, her portrait seems to take on a life of its own.

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My thoughts:

This was a really interesting mystery story, as Colin hunts for the missing half of an intriguing portrait. The trail leads from Paris to London and onto a family home in Sussex. He follows the brief career of an almost forgotten actor, reviving the spotlight.

I really enjoyed the story, the characters of Colin and Alice are great fun and feel realistic, their search for the missing portrait is enjoyable and fascinating.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Blog Tour: The Inheritance Games – Jennifer Lynn Barnes*

A Cinderella story with deadly stakes and thrilling twists, perfect for fans of One of Us is Lying and Knives Out.

Avery Grambs has a plan for a better future: survive high school, win a scholarship, and get out. But her fortunes change in an instant when billionaire Tobias Hawthorne dies and leaves Avery virtually his entire fortune. The catch? Avery has no idea why–or even who Tobias Hawthorne is. To receive her inheritance, Avery must move into sprawling, secret passage-filled Hawthorne House, where every room bears the old man’s touch–and his love of puzzles, riddles, and codes.
Unfortunately for Avery, Hawthorne House is also occupied by the family that Tobias Hawthorne just dispossessed. This includes the four Hawthorne grandsons: dangerous, magnetic, brilliant boys who grew up with every expectation that one day, they would inherit billions. Heir apparent Grayson Hawthorne is convinced that Avery must be a con-woman, and he’s determined to take her down. His brother, Jameson, views her as their grandfather’s last hurrah: a twisted riddle, a puzzle to be solved. Caught in a world of wealth and privilege, with danger around every turn, Avery will have to play the game herself just to survive.

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My thoughts:

This was really fun. Avery inherits a fortune – from a complete stranger and his family are far from happy.

There’s a puzzle to solve, and it’s upto Avery, and the Hawthorne boys, Grayson, Jameson, Xander and Nash, to help her solve it. Why did Tobias Hawthorne pick her to inherit almost everything?

Following a trail of clues around the Hawthorne estate, through secret passageways and the woods, will they solve the riddle or murder Avery?

I liked Avery, and felt a little sorry for her, as she attempts to adjust to suddenly being obscenely rich and having to live with people who hate her for existing. She’s still dealing with her mum’s death, her sister’s ex-boyfriend is a scumbag, her new schoolmates are awful (well, Thea is), there’s the dead girl everyone seems obsessed with and she can’t even get her best friend on the phone. It’s a lot.

The riddles and puzzles were fun, it reminded me of the Truly Devious books, and I love a mystery. I can’t believe I have to wait a whole year for the next book and more puzzles.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in the blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Blog Tour: Tales of Unexplained Mystery – Steph Young*

Tales of Mystery Unexplained….What happened to Elisa Lam, found dead in a water tower atop a hotel roof? Who were the two men who came to see her & what was in the mystery box they gave her? Why did the location of her gravestone match the zip code of a Bookstore, miles away?

Why was a man found in the same spot he disappeared, but 4 years later, with a hole in his head that no surgeons could explain? And what did this have to do with a séance, doppelgangers & the assassination of Abraham Lincoln? Why did a man write the Fibonacci sequence as a clue & tell a stranger he was “Looking for the Beast,” before he disappeared in the barren plains of a desert? Plus many more Tales of Mystery Unexplained.

Steph Young has appeared on national radio shows & podcasts including the UK’s The Unexplained, and Coast to Coast Am, talking about many of these mysteries.

You can also hear some of these Unexplained Mysteries on her podcast on iTunes ‘Tales of Mystery Unexplained.’

Steph Young has been a guest on National Radio shows including ‘Coast to Coast AM,’ as well as many more…

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My thoughts:

I’m not really interested in conspiracy theories, but this selection of mysterious deaths that have never been solved were interesting. Bodies turning up months after they went missing without any obvious signs of cause of death, in places that had already been searched, 5 young men wandering off into heavy snowfall despite having a working car.

All very odd, and nothing about any of these deaths really seem to add up. While this book lays out the theories around each case, there are still no answers. Only the dead know what really happened.

*I was kindly gifted a copy of this book in exchange for taking part in this blog tour but all opinions remain my own.

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Book Review: Falling Creatures & The Magpie Tree – Katherine Stanfield*

Cornwall is a county of myths and magic, the wildness seeps into every stone.

Inspired by a real murder case Falling Creatures introduces us to Shilly, a farm maid who senses the strangeness around her, and the mysterious Mr Williams who seeks the truth of Charlotte Dymond’s death on the remote moor land around the farm she and Shilly worked on.

Shilly is convinced the wrong man is behind bars and Mr Williams is the only one who believes her, but he is not all he appears to be…

The second book in the series continues with that Gothic feel, as Shilly and ‘Mr Williams’ find themselves investigating a missing child and the rumour that witches, two sisters living in the woods, are in fact to blame. There is a reward to claim which would allow the establishing of a detectives’ agency. However it is Shilly’s feel for the uncanny that once again comes to their aid, and the secrets of the women of Trethevy hold the key.

Shilly is an innocent and perhaps that is why she can see things others, including her closest allies, cannot. The myths and legends of Cornwall, like St Nectan, seep through the books, and add to the atmosphere of supernatural mystery.

I love Gothic romance novels and these do not disappoint, there’s a sense of Daphne DuMaurier’s Cornish set Gothic romances, like Rebecca and Jamaica Inn, that claustrophobia under open sky, to these. Not least because they are set in the same places, amidst the wildness of Bodmin and the close knit villages of the Cornish interior.

The third book in the series, The Mermaid’s Call is out in paperback next Spring and in hardback now.

*I was kindly gifted these books by the publisher but all opinions remain my own.

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Book Review: Good Me Bad Me – Ali Land 


Written by a former Mental Health nurse, this psychological thriller is vivid and arresting. Milly is almost 16 and has lived a terrible life with her mother, a serial killer. Milly was also the one who turned her in. 
Documenting the lead up to her mother’s trial for 9 child murders, we see the world through Milly’s eyes as she tries to adjust to ‘normal’ life with her foster family. 

Her foster father is also her psychotherapist, preparing her for trial, going through the harrowing childhood she endured and the nightmares that haunt her, but is Milly telling him everything, and does the daughter take after the mother? 

Tightly written and with a nice little twist at the end, I really enjoyed this. I think I prefer more knotty thrillers like this, than the straightforward procedural ones. I want unreliable narrators and secrets, I want to never quite know for sure. 

I found this very satisfying a read. 

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Book Preview: Red Sister – Mark Lawrence

This ARC was in Illumicrate 6 and I didn’t so much read it as devour it in one sitting. 

I liked Lawrence’s previous trilogy The Broken Empire so I knew his style but this book was just so good I couldn’t put it down. 

It’s fantasy but it’s also a thriller. Nona Grey is given to the child-seller and sent off to the capital where her life is saved by a rather unusual (by our standards) convent. 

Nona comes to see that what makes her different makes her special. 

I desperately don’t want to spoil this for anyone but it’s really good. Lots of mystery and intrigue, great plotting and characterisation. Well written and gripping. 

It’s properly published in April but I already can’t wait for the sequel which probably won’t appear till next year.