#BlogTour #Review: Separated from the Sea by Amanda Huggins. @annecater 

Today I’m bringing you a review of a collection of short stories, not my usual type of read but something I thought I would try as I’m always open to trying new things with my reading. 

Blurb:  Separated From the Sea is the debut short story collection from award-winning author, Amanda Huggins.

Crossing oceans from Japan to New York and from England to Havana, these stories are filled with a sense of yearning, of loss, of not quite belonging, of not being sure that things are what you thought they were. They are stories imbued with pathos and irony, humour and hope.

Evie meets a past love but he’s not the person she thinks he is; a visit to the most romantic city in the world reveals the truth about an affair; Satseko discovers an attentive neighbour is much more than that; Eleanor’s journey on the London Underground doesn’t take her where she thought it would.

My Review:  I don’t tend to read many short stories and when I do they are usually by authors I already know but this collection appealed to me when I read the blurb so I decided to take a chance on it.

The stories are very short, much shorter than I expected, and all on quite different subjects so there is a lot of variety. Some of the stories I read I thoroughly enjoyed but sadly others left me cold. There were some that I read wondering what was coming next and others I read wondering what the story was about and at the end of it was still no wiser.  
As I’ve said there is a variety of stories so if you don’t enjoy one there will be others that you do enjoy and that’s one of the bonuses of a collection of stories this length, there is likely to be something to suit everyone’s tastes.  

About the author:

Mandy Huggins’s work has been published in anthologies, travel guides, text books, and literary magazines, as well as in the Guardian, Daily Telegraph, Reader’s Digest, Take a Break’s Fiction Feast, Traveller, Mslexia, Wanderlust, and Writers’ Forum. 

Her travel writing has won several awards, including the British Guild of Travel Writers New Travel Writer Award in 2014, and her short stories are regularly placed and shortlisted in competitions, including Bare Fiction, Fish, InkTears, New Writer, English Pen, Flash500, Cinnamon Press and Retreat West.

A selection of her short fiction is showcased in the InkTears anthology, Death of a Superhero, and her first collection of flash fiction, Brightly Coloured Horses (Chapeltown Books), is now available on Kindle and in paperback.

Mandy Huggins’s work has been published in anthologies, travel guides, text books, and literary magazines, as well as in the Guardian, Daily Telegraph, Reader’s Digest, Take a Break’s Fiction Feast, Traveller, Mslexia, Wanderlust, and Writers’ Forum. 

Her travel writing has won several awards, including the British Guild of Travel Writers New Travel Writer Award in 2014, and her short stories are regularly placed and shortlisted in competitions, including Bare Fiction, Fish, InkTears, New Writer, English Pen, Flash500, Cinnamon Press and Retreat West.

A selection of her short fiction is showcased in the InkTears anthology, Death of a Superhero, and her first collection of flash fiction, Brightly 

Mandy Huggins’s work has been published in anthologies, travel guides, text books, and literary magazines, as well as in the Guardian, Daily Telegraph, Reader’s Digest, Take a Break’s Fiction Feast, Traveller, Mslexia, Wanderlust, and Writers’ Forum. 

Her travel writing has won several awards, including the British Guild of Travel Writers New Travel Writer Award in 2014, and her short stories are regularly placed and shortlisted in competitions, including Bare Fiction, Fish, InkTears, New Writer, English Pen, Flash500, Cinnamon Press and Retreat West.

Coloured Horses (Chapeltown Books), is now available on Kindle and in paperback.
Mandy’s first full length short story collection, Separated From the Sea, will be published by Retreat West Books on June 2nd 2018.

Follow her on Twitter @troutiemcfish

A selection of her short fiction is showcased in the InkTears anthology, Death of a Superhero, and her first collection of flash fiction, Brightly Coloured Horses (Chapeltown Books), is now available on Kindle and in paperback.

Mandy’s first full length short story collection, Separated From the Sea, will be published by Retreat West Books on June 2nd 2018.

Follow her on Twitter @troutiemcfish


#BlogTour #Extract: Just Sam by Kirsty Brown. @KBrownauthor @LoveBooksGroup #JustSam

Today I have a different post for you from my last few, not a review but an extract from the interestingly titled Just Sam. Many thanks to Love Books Group for having me on the tour. 


All Sam dreams of is being the next big tennis champion. But when she suffers a great loss at such a young age, she finds it hard to believe in herself. She becomes so scared of losing people that she hides her feelings to protect her heart. Will she ever let anyone close enough to truly love her? She never realised, her toughest match would be against life itself. 

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1: The Secret Club

    I remember watching my first Wimbledon grand slam with my mum. I could only have been around four or five, but I knew it was something really special. The look on her face was one of pure joy as she sat forward on the edge of her chair, completely engrossed. Of course, I didn’t understand any of the rules or the weird scoring system, thirty- love and what on earth was a deuce? But as I watched my gentle mother becoming bright red in the face, yelling at the TV and jumping up and down, I knew I wanted to join in with her happiness. I understood that this game was something that she loved. I knew she loved us more than anything, but this lit up her whole face. I remember it like it was just yesterday. The way she turned from the screen and smiled at me so widely, that I knew right then, that I too wanted a piece of this special thing called ‘tennis’. 

    For the next few years we’d sit together and watch the magic of Wimbledon. I waited for it, like I waited for Christmas. Two weeks in a year when my mum became almost giddy and more importantly for me, it was ‘our’ time, our silent unbreakable thing that no one could ever intrude upon or be invited into our little club for two.

  Each year, she’d try to explain the rules and stuff to me and as I got a few tournaments under my belt, I finally started to get it. The game took on a whole new meaning when I knew that ‘love’ equalled zero and ‘deuce’ meant forty – all. It was like I’d cracked long division; I’d finally got the tennis code. I became a member of a very elite club and in my head, I was as clever as my mum, definitely cleverer than my perfect sister. 

    I asked if I could join a tennis club, which seemed to please my mum no end. After some ringing around, she found a suitable one just twenty minutes away by car. She asked my perfect sister Claire if she’d also like to come along. I recall holding my breath for the entire thirty seconds that it took for her to decide. She, to my utter delight, decided she’d rather hang out at the shops with her friends, which was what she did whenever she wasn’t in school or in bed. Mum had told me that teens needed a lot of sleep, but to me, she was just a lazy cow.  This meant I got to keep Mum all to myself, at least on a Saturday morning anyway. After every visit, we’d stop at Maccies and have a sneaky cheese burger — another secret for just us.

    I was really nervous at first. I was nearly eight years old and all the kids there seemed to already know each other and play really well. I never thought I’d match up to any of them.

    After my first session, I ran off the court in floods of tears. In my head, I had believed myself to be the best player ever, because I’d played a few games in the garden already with my best friend, Molly, so, surely I’d be winning trophies straight away. I was worried mostly that I’d disappoint Mum. I wanted to see her light up, the way she did when she watched her favourite players on TV. She held out her arms, I ran into them. Stroking my hair, she told me that I’d soon get better with practice. She was right. I did get better, a lot in fact. At the age of ten I was one of the top players in the junior division. I was never happier than on a court, hitting the ball as hard as I could. The racket became a mere extension of my arm. I was good, really, really outstandingly good!  Without sounding like a big-headed jerk, I was meant for it. I’d look across to my mum who’d watch every point from the sidelines, she had the biggest grin on her face. That smile told me that she was proud of me and that meant more than I realised at the time. My dreams of getting to play Wimbledon were not so far away. Of course being ten, I really thought I’d just rock up to the most famous court in the world and say that I wanted a go. Hmmm, to be ten again.
Tears shed – a few along the way.

Points to Life: Three Games. 0 sets.

Points to me: Six games. Two sets. I’m winning!

#BlogTour #Review: Meet Me at the Museum by Anne Youngson @annecater

Today it’s my turn on the blog tour for this unusual book. I’ve never read a book that consists almost solely of letters between people so this was a first for me. Many thanks to Anne Cater for letting me have a place on this tour. 

BLURB: Sometimes it takes a stranger to really know who you are.

When Tina Hopgood writes a letter of regret to a man she has never met, she doesn’t expect a reply.  When Anders Larsen, a lonely museum curator, answers it, nor does he.  They’re both searching for something, they just don’t know it yet.  Anders has lost his wife, along with his hopes and dreams for the future. Tina is trapped in a marriage she doesn’t remember choosing. Slowly their correspondence blossoms as they bare their souls to each other with stories of joy, anguish and discovery. But then Tina’s letters suddenly cease, and Anders is thrown into despair.  Can their unexpected friendship survive?

My Review:  This is such an unusual read and as such it’s taken more time than usual for me to work out what I want to say about it. It’s a lovely, moving and thought provoking story of two people who start corresponding by letter, almost by accident, and whose relationship grows as they continue writing and revealing more about themselves in their letters. 

I’m not going to say too much because I don’t want to spoil it but the letters are so well written and, as I said, thought provoking, that I found myself looking at the world a little differently whenever I’d been reading it. I do notice things, it’s not like I walk round with my head down, but after reading this book it was as if what I noticed was crisper, sharper and almost more vivid than before. 

It’s definitely an unusual book but one that is worth reading as it will make you think about your life, the decisions you’ve made, your surroundings and other aspects of your life and your experiences. It’s a gentle read that worms it’s way into your head and stays there. Only this morning I noticed something in my garden that reminded me of a bit in the book. The bit I am refering to was maybe 5 lines in total but clearly it stuck in my head because what I looked at reminded me of it and I took more notice of what I was observing becsuse of those few lines. That is why you should read this book. Few books ever have that much impact on me and I feel this is something that everyone needs to experience. 

About the author:

ANNE YOUNGSON worked for many years in senior management in the car industry before embarking on a creative career as a writer. She has supported many charities in governance roles, including Chair of the Writers in Prison Network, which provided residencies in prisons for writers. She lives in Oxfordshire and is married with two children and three grandchildren to date. MEET ME AT THE MUSEUM is her debut novel, which is due to be published around the world.

#BlogTour #Review : The Old You by Louise Voss. @LouiseVoss1 @OrendaBooks

I am thrilled to be bringing you my review of this fabulous book today. I’m not really interested in ‘domestic noir’ and have read very few of the many books out there in that category but this one is definitely worth reading, I was hooked so read on and find out more. 

Blurb: Nail-bitingly modern domestic noir

A tense, Hitchcockian psychological thriller

Louise Voss returns with her darkest, most chilling, novel yet…

Lynn Naismith gave up the job she loved when she married Ed, the love of her life, but it was worth it for the happy years they enjoyed together. Now, ten years on, Ed has been diagnosed with early-onset dementia, and things start to happen; things more sinister than missing keys and lost words. As some memories are forgotten, others, long buried, begin to surface … and Lynn’s perfect world begins to crumble. 

But is it Ed’s mind playing tricks, or hers…?

My Review: As many of you will know I’m studying for an MSc. I’m currently on placement so clocking up at least 50+ hours a week between that and my paid job and studying so when I do have some time for reading whatever I choose to read has to grab me otherwise I will move on, my free time is so precious I can’t spend it reading something I’m not enjoying. Happily this book fell into the ‘grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go’ category.

I read it at home but also on a few lunch breaks at work and probably got some funny looks for my reactions at various points throughout the story! This is a fabulous story, it grabbed me and pulled me in straight away. This is one of those ones where everything else disappeared and I was caught up in the story. There were a couple of flashbacks in it to explain Lynn’s background and how she came to be where she was a they fitted in really well and were positioned at just the right points in the story. 

I had so many emotions reading this book, disbelief, shock, disbelief, more shock. It’s not that there weren’t lighter periods, more just that it was such a rollercoaster that what sticks with me is the shock and disbelief and doubts, so many doubts about various things.  

I loved this book, it’s easily one of my best reads this year so far. Don’t get me wrong, I have read some amazing books already but this one stands above many of them. If you haven’t read it yet, what are you waiting for!

About the author:

Over her eighteen-year writing career, Louise has had books out via pretty much every publishing model there is, from deals with major traditional publishing houses (Transworld and Harper Collins), to digital-only (the Amazon-owned Thomas & Mercer) and self-publishing – she and co-author Mark Edwards were the first UK indie-published authors to hit the No. 1 spot on Amazon back in 2011. She has had eleven novels published in total, five solo and six co-written, a combination of psychological thrillers, police procedurals and contemporary fiction. Louise has an MA(Dist) in Creative Writing and also works as a literary consultant and mentor for writers at http://www.thewritingcoach.co.uk.   She lives in South-West London and is a proud member of two female crime-writing collectives, The Slice Girls and Killer Women. 

#BlogTour #Review : Fault Lines by Doug Johnstone  @OrendaBooks @doug_johnstone @annecater #FaultLines

I am thrilled today to be taking part in the blog tour for Fault Lines. Many thanks to Orenda and Anne Cater for having me on this tour.

Blurb:  In a reimagined contemporary Edinburgh, in which a tectonic fault has opened up to produce a new volcano in the Firth of Forth, and where tremors are an everyday occurrence, volcanologist Surtsey makes a shocking discovery. 

On a clandestine trip to The Inch – the new volcanic island – to meet Tom, her lover and her boss, she finds his lifeless body. Surtsey’s life quickly spirals into a nightmare when someone makes contact – someone who claims to know what she’s done… 

My Review: I have to admit that this is the first book by Doug Jonstone that I’ve though it won’t be the last. I’m also going to admit that it took me a wee while to get into this book. I’m really busy at the moment and whether it’s connected to that or not I don’t know. However I kept going becase what I was reading was very intiguing and then, all of a sudden I was hooked, one tiny thing changed the feel of the of the story and that was all it took. 

I found it an interesting concept, a volcano in the Firth of Forth, particularly as I lived near the river for over 20 years. I think, for me, because I am so familiar with how the river looks I had trouble imagining it differently but that’s something that became less difficult as the story went on. I know some people won’t have that problem but if you do, persevere, it’ll be worth it. 

I liked, to varying degrees, the characters in the story but Surtsey was particularly interesting. I felt as if I experienced everything she did, she got annoyed and so did I, something happened that scared her and I got jumpy at the slightest sound. I love having that experience when reading. An author who can write such immerse prose is clearly one with great skill and that is borne out in my experience with this novel. 

Being told from the perspective of a character that is not police or crime related makes it a bit different from the conventional crime fiction novel but that difference works in its favour. This is a book that will appeal to those who like mystery and suspense, the crime itself is almost irrelevant, it’s what happens after, the consequences of various actions which the story focuses on. 

Now I’m off to check out more of Doug Johnstone’s writing so I can add it to my to-read list!

About the author:

Doug Johnstone is a writer, musician and journalist based in Edinburgh. His seventh novel, The Jump, was published by Faber & Faber in August 2015. Gone Again (2013) was an Amazon bestseller and Hit & Run (2012) and was an Amazon #1 as well as being selected as a prestigious Fiction Uncovered winner. Smokeheads (2011) was nominated for the Crimefest Last Laugh Award. Before that Doug published two novels with Penguin, Tombstoning (2006) and The Ossians (2008). His work has received praise from the likes of Irvine Welsh, Ian Rankin, William McIlvanney, Megan Abbott and Christopher Brookmyre.

In September 2014 Doug took up the position of Royal Literary Fund Fellow at Queen Margaret University in Edinburgh. Doug was writer in residence at the University of Strathclyde 2010-2012 and before that worked as a lecturer in creative writing there. He’s had short stories appear in various publications and anthologies, and since 1999 he has worked as a freelance arts journalist, primarily covering music and literature. Doug is currently also working on a number of screenplays for film and television. He is also a mentor and manuscript assessor for The Literary Consultancy.

Doug is one of the co-founders of the Scotland Writers Football Club, for whom he also puts in a shift in midfield. He is also a singer, musician and songwriter in several bands, including Northern Alliance, who have released four albums to critical acclaim, as well as recording an album as a fictional band called The Ossians. Doug has also released two solo EPs, Keep it Afloat and I Did It Deliberately.

Doug has a degree in physics, a PhD in nuclear physics and a diploma in journalism, and worked for four years designing radars.

He grew up in Arbroath and lives in Portobello, Edinburgh with his wife and two children.

#BlogTour #Extract : The Wrong Man by Kate White. @canelo_co @ElliePilcher95

Today I’m thrilled to be taking part in the blog tour for The Wrong Man by Kate White. I have an extract for you along with information about the book itself.

Blurb: A moment of pleasure leads to a deadly game of cat and mouse in this slick and suspenseful thriller.

Kit Finn meets handsome sculptor Matt Healy on a business trip and the two share a night of passion. They arrange a second date, but when Kit arrives at Matt’s apartment she is greeted by a stranger claiming he is the real Matt and that his identity was stolen.

Realising she has been duped Kit decides to put the encounter behind her. Shortly after, the police ask her to identify a man killed in a hit and run, carrying only her business card, and she is shocked to find the dead man is the person she knows as the genuine Matt Healy.

Kit fears she has become unintentionally embroiled in a sinister web of deceit. With no real evidence to take to police, Kit resolves to unravel the mystery herself. But can she do so before more lives, including her own, are put in danger?

For fans of psychological suspense and compulsive mysteries, don’t miss this tense and page-turning novel.


She threw the bolt on the door and set the chain.

After kicking off her boots, she grabbed her laptop and searched online for Ithaka, the hedge fund Healy had jotted down on the napkin. She quickly found the firm’s official website, tapped on it, and seconds later was staring at a bio of Matt Healy, complete with photo. It was the same guy she’d just met. There was no doubt now that he’d been telling the truth and that X had tricked her.

She thought of one more step she could take, mainly to satisfy morbid curiosity. X had introduced himself as Matt Healy and she wanted to know if he’d presented himself to the hotel that way or just to her. She called the hotel and asked for Matt Healy’s room.

“I’m sorry,” the operator said after a pause. “Mr. Healy has already checked out.”

So he’d definitely posed as Healy. But how had he paid the hotel bill? The real Matt had said that he’d cancelled his cards. Wouldn’t X have needed a credit card to check in? Had he somehow managed to get a new card under Matt Healy’s name, using the identity he’d stolen?

Even if she had the answers, none of them would shed any light on why he had duped her into going to apartment 18C. She told herself to feel lucky that she’d escaped Islamorada with only her ego bruised.

She tugged off her gray jersey dress and hung it back in the closet. It looked mopey and morose on the hanger, as if its feelings had been hurt, too. She couldn’t help but picture herself three hours ago, shimmying into the dress and pairing it with a long silver pendent. How pointless all her efforts had been.

She forced herself to the fridge and rooted around for food. There was half a chicken breast, left over from a rotisserie bird she’d bought the day before, a bag of mesclun greens, and a chunk of blue cheese, not quite ripe enough to kill an STD but almost. As she stood at the kitchen counter, fashioning a salad from what she’d found, she thought of the meal she’d eaten that night with X—conch chowder, blackened red snapper, a slice of key lime pie, all so different from her usual fare.

There was something else that was troubling her, she realized, something that the memory of those dishes forced her to recognize. Her Florida trip was supposed to have been a turning point, the beginning of a more daring, more adventurous chapter in her life. Not so much a new Kit really, but the Kit she’d once been as a girl, before everything had unraveled in her family’s life. Well, so much for being a bit of a badass. Maybe she should take the whole episode as a warning.

The irony was that in her work she rarely held back. She’d started her own business, and when it came to the actual design work, she liked to turn things on their ear, like painting a wall to resemble awning stripes or upholstering a couch with the fabric inside out.

That was one of the reasons she’d been so excited about teaming with Baby, a bold decorator who advocated that every room have at least “a dash of clash.” She always pushed the envelope, like choosing Fanta orange for the accent color in a posh Upper East Side apartment. The two of them loved tossing wild-card ideas back and forth.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Baby would say to her.

But in other aspects of life, including love, Kit had always played it ridiculously safe. Risks scared her pants off, or rather, for the most part kept them on. She thought of herself as the total opposite of a woman who was buttoned-up all day at the office but after sundown turned into a whip-wielding dominatrix, with a name like “Madame Darke” or “Nurse Payne.” After a gutsy day at work, she turned into “Miss Goody Two Shoes.”

Of course her friends would probably have been surprised to discover she thought of herself that way. They referred to her as spunky—or at least most of them did. Kit suspected that after her bland, lame relationship with Jeremy, a few might have begun to revise their sense of her.

She crashed at eleven that night. The sound of a couple arguing on the street below woke her just after one, and it took her over an hour to fall back to sleep. She kept thinking of X, wondering how she could have done such a bad job of reading him. A few memories surfaced: X on the phone on the walkway, sounding slightly aggravated. Maybe he’d been talking to a cohort. X casting his gaze around the restaurant right after they’d finished eating. At the moment she’d supposed that he was searching for the waiter. But it could have been the instinct of a criminal who was always on the watch.

First thing the next morning, she emailed Matt Healy and told him that she’d drop by his office at noon. The sooner she got it over with, the better. She dressed casually—she planned to shop a good part of the day—grabbed a yogurt, and unlocked the door that led to her office from the apartment. The point of the door wasn’t simply for her convenience. Both she and Baby occasionally used the living space for client meetings—it was a great way to show off the kind of nontraditional aesthetic they subscribed to—and the inner door gave them easy access back and forth.

Baby had beaten her into the office that morning. She’d laid trace paper over an apartment floor plan and was plotting out where the furniture ought to be positioned.

Baby had spent nearly four decades as one of Manhattan’s top decorators—not quite in the same league as Bunny Williams or Mario Buatta, but in demand by tons of well-heeled clients. She’d retired at sixty-four, planning to travel, entertain, and relish life, but when her adored husband Dan had died five years later, she’d decided that the best way to tackle grief was to jump feet first back into work. After meeting Kit at an event and getting to know her, she’d suggested partnering with her—and investing a small amount of money in the business. Kit had been ecstatic. This time, though, Baby had no interest in her projects being splashed in the pages of Elle Decor or Architectural Digest. She wanted out of the limelight and that’s why a small boutique business had appealed to her.

In the two years they’d worked together, she and Baby had become not only colleagues but also friends, often reaching out to each other for personal guidance. The day after her return from Florida, Kit had reported on her dinner under the stars with the man calling himself Matt Healy—and had admitted to spending the night with him. As soon as Baby set eyes on Kit this morning, she arched a brow mischievously, eager for a full report about the date.

After dropping into her chair, Kit blurted out what happened.

“That’s perfectly dreadful,” Baby declared. “The man should be shot.”

“Yes, but so should I. It was just so stupid of me to believe he was the real deal.”

“It’s not like you let someone convince you the moon landing was faked. Thinking an attractive, educated-seeming man is who he claims to be isn’t stupid. It’s a mistake any woman could make.”

“I appreciate your saying that, Baby. But it was a lapse, a big one. The guy was a freaking con artist. I hate the thought of making a bad call like that.”

Baby tapped her hands together softly, her red nails gleaming.

“I don’t know if I ever mentioned this to you, but I was married briefly in my twenties before I met Dan. These days they call that a starter marriage, though back then the euphemism was ‘too young to know better.’ The man was a real cad and he cheated on me within months. For years, even after I married Dan, I beat myself up about it, really doubted my judgment. What helped me was to finally step back and ask myself what the warning signs might have been and why I missed them.”

“Had there been warning signs?” Kit asked.

Baby scoffed. “Does French kissing the maid of honor at the rehearsal dinner count? Unfortunately I didn’t learn that until much later. But there had been subtle signs from the very start, ones I’d chosen to ignore. Put this behind you, Kit. But there may be something to learn from it.”

Kit nodded glumly. The only lesson she’d gleaned so far was that taking a risk had blown up in her face.

Author Bio: 

Kate White is the New York Times bestselling author of twelve works of fiction: seven Bailey Weggins mysteries and five stand-alone psychological thrillers, including most recently, The Secrets You Keep. For fourteen years she was the editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan magazine, and though she loved the job (and the Cosmo beauty closet!), she decided to leave in late 2013 to concentrate on being a full-time author and speaker.

Twitter: @katemwhite

#BlogTour #Review : This Dark Place by Claire Kittridge. @annecater #ThisDarkPlace

This Dark Place FINAL FINAL Poster


Blurb:   Priscilla Ames is the daughter of a Wall Street hedge fund manager that has made millions in the stock market. She’s reckless, impulsive, always wanting to be the center of attention, but one thing has been constant – her friendship with Avery Moss. They are like sisters that share adventures and look out for each other in times of need.

Avery Moss comes from a working-class family in Brooklyn. She met Priscilla as an 8 year-old at an elite NYC private school where Avery was on a one-year scholarship. They became friends on the first day of school when Avery beat up a boy that was teasing Priscilla. When Avery’s scholarship was discontinued, Priscilla’s father, Peter Ames, stepped in and has supported her schooling ever since, including sending the girls to a prestigious acting college in London

NYPD Detective Kelly Moore is a member of the elite Queens Violent Felony Squad. She is smart and strong and direct. Years ago, her older sister disappeared while traveling in England and the case was never solved, haunting all of her investigations. Moore’s greatest strength and her greatest weakness are two sides of the same coin: when she’s on her game, she works from the inside out, acting on hunches and then backing them up with evidence – but under duress, she acts rashly, leaping before she looks.

When Priscilla’s body is found by Avery in a posh London flat and her death is splashed across headlines worldwide, Kelly Moore flies across the Atlantic to join a crack team of British investigators working on the case.

Together with the London Metropolitan Police, Kelly must track down a twisted serial killer who seems to know her every move and her darkest secrets. As the body count rises, and panic spreads, the killer threatens to make Kelly the next victim.

In a heart-racing game of cat and mouse, Kelly must outwit this elusive master of surveillance – who might be the last person she suspects.


This Dark Place Cover


Review:  I’m going to admit now that I’ve looked at some of the other reviews on this tour and I seem to be the only person so far that isn’t going to rave about this book

I really liked the premise of this book and was interested to see how the transplanting of a New York detective to London would work. However I never really got on with the main character and didn’t feel the story flowed as well as it could have.  I don’t have to like the main character to enjoy a book but I found her quite jarring and didn’t warm to her at all.

The story got off to a promising start, a dramatic beginning that suggested more drama to follow but I didn’t feel it delivered.  I struggled to read it and didn’t find it at all absorbing in the way that others have.  On the whole I found the story a bit cliched, rich girl dies and it appears more effort is spent investigating than there would be for someone poorer, detective with flaws and a past that haunts her, clashes between her and the London police, etc.  There are lots of crime books out there that have main characters with flaws, clashes between different police forces, etc and in many of them these work but I didn’t feel they worked here. While this is not a badly written book by any means it just didn’t work for me.


About the author:

Claire Kittridge Author Pic

Claire Kittridge grew up in Brooklyn, NY watching The X-files, Law and Order, and a worn-out VHS tape of Sweeney Todd that she found in the basement. Long a lover of atmospheric landscape, rolling hills, and rainy days, Claire fell in love with England and its great fictional detectives while traveling around Britain as a teenager.

An avid reader, triathlete, and boxing fan, Claire lives in New York City with her cat, Chairman Meow. She is currently at work on the second Kelly Moore novel.


Twitter: @cpkittridge

Instagram: @clairekittridge

Amazon author page:  amazon.com/author/clairekittridge