Thursday, 11 February 2016

Reader I dumped him blog tour by Lorelei Mathias


This story is a celebration of the people that bring you back to life when your world closes in: your mates.
Relationships come and go, but the Break-up Club membership never truly expires.

Holly Braithwaite and loveable loser Lawrence have been together for five years. But the obvious cracks in their relationship can no longer be ignored and Holly soon finds herself saying ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’

In the shock aftermath of their break up, Holly finds unlikely companions in Olivia, Harry and Bella. Together, they form the Break-up Club, as they support each other through their mutual melancholy and find ways to love, laugh and function as human beings again.

Break-up Club meets every Sunday. Each week, as the comedy and drama unfolds, they discover a new BUC ‘rule’. And, one by one, the rules become vital markers on their journey to recovery . . .

To our members, we’re the first emergency service


One lovely reviewer of Reader, I Dumped Him said they couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous of the friends in the book - ‘unlike some pals who come and go, this lot stick around, and bring wine!’ Well, I feel like a smug git saying this but - THEY’RE REAL! Sure, the storylines and characters in Reader I Dumped Him are different. But the essence is the same – they’re funny as hell, and we’d take a bullet for each other.

It’s fair to say my time in ‘The Real BUC’ has inspired the odd scene. Like when we accidentally went camping in Zone 3. It was the Glastonbury weekend, Michael Jackson had just died and we were all going through our second perfectly synchronised break-up together, 18 months after the first. Getting ‘out of London’ and dancing in the rain to a tinny stereo turned out to be a tonic – so much so that since then we try and keep up the annual tradition of ‘The BUC Bleak Day Out’.

Our last AGM - in Margate – went by in a heady daze of seaside beers, giggly interpretations of modern art, running into the sea in the freezing rain, shit-chatting over nuggets in the Margate Wimpy… and singing all the way home on the last train to St Pancras. A perfect day!

There’s a kind of candy-flossed tragedy about a British seaside town in Winter, and that’s just the kind of ambience you want for a Break-up Club excursion. Forget ten days in Marbs. You want the Withnail & I ‘We’ve come on holiday by mistake’ – kind.

Bleak holidays aside, why are friends are so important in a break-up? What gives them the edge?

I think it’s to do with your peers understanding what you’re going through – more so than your parents or your siblings. Dating in your late twenties/thirties – it’s a ball-ache because every relationship, you’re thinking - is this it? Are there yet? So there’s something special about all being ‘in the same boat;’ all shielding your ears together from the deafening ticking clock. It makes your friends better qualified to scrape you off the floor when you turn to an emotional blancmange. Again!

Even though I’ve not been single for a long time, not a day goes by that I’m not thankful as hell to ‘The Real BUC’. Reader, I’d marry them.

Read more at @loreleimathias

Monday, 8 February 2016

Beauty Protector Beauty Cream - Body Lotion

Beauty Protector Beauty Cream Body Lotion

Beauty Protector Beauty Cream - Body Lotion

What Birchbox Say:

We rely on Beauty Protector’s regimen to defend, de-frizz, and soften our hair - so when we heard the brand had started making body products, we couldn’t wait to see what they’d do for our skin. This rich cream nourishes our skin, leaving it hydrated, soft, and (we’re extremely happy to say) subtly perfumed with Beauty Protector’s amazing signature scent.

What I think:

I had never come across Beauty Protector before I subscribed to Birchbox and it is now becoming one of my faviourite brands to use. I was first introduced to the hair oil, which I love and have gone on to buy the full product. I then got sent the Beauty Protector Shower Gel, loved this and again went on to buy the full product. When I was sent this to sample, to be honest I didn't think it could be any better than the shower gel. The shower gel smells amazing and I love it, this body lotion is identical in the smell. 

I personally think this is better than the shower gel now as the smell lasts a lot longer on your skin. The product is smooth and silky and really makes my skin feel hydrated. So Beauty Protector, you have done it again, thins is going to be the next full sized product I buy from you. At £8 you really can't go wrong, it is a bargain. 

You can check it out here:

Friday, 5 February 2016

Benefit They're Real! Push - Up Liner

Benefit They're Real! Push-up Liner. 

What Birchbox Say:

Striving for that classic swoop of eyeliner, we’ve struggled through more than our share of smudgy pencils, finicky liquids, and unwieldy gels. Enter this eye-opening gel pen from Benefit, which gives us the control we crave. The pen’s innovative AccuFlex™ tip is both angled and flexible, gliding liner along the lid in a single, tug-free swipe. 

A wide guard below the tip gently shifts lashes out of the way, making it easy to get right against the lash line for an extra wide-eyed look. With colours this saturated and an applicator so foolproof, now we can easily trace the perfect line every time. And no need to worry about touchups: It quickly dries to a matte finish, and is smudge-proof, waterproof, and utterly unbudgeable. Take your pick of saturated colours, from classic black to chocolatey brown and rich jewel tones.

What I think:

I use eye-liner every day, so if there is a good product I find, regardless of the price I would get it. This sounded amazing, a gel eye-liner, which would last all day and being smudge and water proof would suit me down to the ground. 

This is the second time I have got this product in a Birchbox and although I love Benefit products, this one is not for me. I find it very hard to get the product out of the packaging and it seems that I have squeezed and squeezed it but nothing happens. This could be due to the size of the sample and that perhaps it is too small. 

When I have managed to get the product out it doesn't seem to glide across the eyelid, but seems to clot into a ball. Unfortunately this one is not for me. Priced at £18.50, I would want a much better product. I will not be buying this and to be honest I wouldn't mind if I never got it in a box again. 

I also would not recommend this product. 

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Castaway in the Caribbean by Janice Horton

Castaway in the CaribbeanCastaway in the Caribbean by Janice Horton
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Vacationing on the beautiful Caribbean island of Antigua, Janey Sinclair is persuaded by her magazine editor boss to do a quick island hop in order to supervise an impromptu photo-shoot for the front cover. With no flights immediately available, Janey is directed to the harbour. Captain Travis Mathews hates tourists, although he’s not above making a bit of money off a prissy and sharp tongued young British girl when she’s desperate to get to the neighbouring island of Tortola. 

After striking a deal, they set off together in Travis’s weather-beaten old boat. When the vessel comes to a sudden full stop in the sea, the mismatched pair end up as castaways on an uninhabited island. In this fast moving romantic adventure about a vacation that turns into a tropical nightmare there’s more fun than you’ll find in any travel brochure.

This book sounded just like my thing, I love travelling and especially enjoy being in the Caribbean, this is an area of the world I have managed to make very familiar. One of my favourite islands is Tortola, so for this to feature in the book made me excited.

I really enjoyed the first half of the book, it was pacy and the story line interested me. We are on holiday with Janey and her boyfriend. They feel like they are miles away from anyone and are enjoying every minute of it. Janey works for an editor in Scotland and so when she gets a call from her boss asking her to leave Antigua and pop over to Tortola to help out with a photo shoot, Janey looks at it as a chance to shine and show her boss what she is made of. Her boyfriend is less impress after just proposing and her contemplating to leave.

Getting to Tortola isn't as easy as it should be, with no flights running, her only option is to hire a boat. This is where she meets Travis, Janey pays over the odds for Travis to take her, but she feels like she has little choice. Unfortunately not everything goes to plan .

Like I said I really enjoyed the first part of the book, it kept my interest and I really wanted to know what was going to happen, however just over half way though I felt the story was a little dragged out and some of the scenarios were a little far fetched. I would have given the book 3.5* but have rounded this up to 4*, I thought that it could have been cut a little shorter, saying this, it didn't make it any less enjoyable and I am glad I had the opportunity to read and review it.

If you enjoy books set somewhere exotic and are a bit of fun this is a perfect read for you, perhaps on the beach with a cocktail in hand?

I would like to thank Janice Horton for sending this in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, 1 February 2016

After the lie, cover reveal by Kerry Fisher

After the Lie by Kerry Fisher

An addictive and gripping read about love, life and living a lie …  One little lie can make one big difference …   Lydia has the ‘right’ kind of friends, her children are at the ‘right’ kind of school and she’s married to the ‘right’ sort of man – kind, steady, reliable Mark. Her wedding business is flourishing and even though she is at loggerheads with her mother, she couldn’t ask for anything more from life.   But the truth is that Lydia has been lucky. She has been living a lie for years and Mark has no idea who he is really married to. But nothing lasts forever and the past has a funny way of catching up with the present. When the person who knows all of Lydia’s dark little secrets turns up at the school gates, his presence threatens to blow Lydia’s life apart.   What is Lydia’s terrible truth? Once the secret is out, you can’t put it back …

Publication date: 29th April 2016.

Available to pre-order now.

About Kerry Fisher

Born in Peterborough, Kerry Fisher studied French and Italian at Bath University, followed by several years working as an English teacher in Corsica and Spain before topping the dizzying heights of holiday rep and grape picker in Tuscany. She eventually succumbed to 'getting a proper job' and returned to England to study Periodical Journalism at City University. After two years working in the features department at Essentials magazine in London, love carried her off to the wilds of the West Pennine moors near Bolton. She now lives in Surrey with her husband (of whisking off to Bolton fame), two teenagers and a very naughty lab/schnauzer called Poppy. Kerry can often be seen trailing across the Surrey Hills whistling and waving pieces of chicken while the dog practises her 'talk to the tail'.   Kerry has spent half her life talking about writing a novel, then several years at Candis magazine reviewing other people's but it wasn't until she took some online courses with the UCLA (University of California) that the dream started to morph into reality, culminating in the publishing of The Class Ceiling. The Avon imprint of HarperCollins picked it up and retitled it The School Gate Survival Guide, published summer 2014. Her second book, The Island Escape, came out in May 2015. It won first prize at the York Festival of Writing for the opening line: 'I was wearing the wrong bra for sitting in a police cell'.   Best advice ever received: 'This is fiction, we can skip the boring bits.' Lynn Hightower, UCLA Writers' Program.
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Here it is!

Without a Trace - Simon Booker guest post

Everyone thought he was a child-murderer.
But to Morgan he was her best friend.

Morgan Vine’s childhood sweetheart, Danny, has been imprisoned for the murder and attempted rape of his 14-year-old step-daughter. But Morgan still resolutely believes in his innocence, a belief that has become an obsession of the last four years. At last Danny is released when a key witness retracts his statement. After years of campaigning, Morgan finally has Danny back in her life and for a few sweet weeks it seems as if they can finally return to their old friendship.

And then Morgan’s teenage daughter goes missing.

As the investigation proceeds Morgan cannot escape the sick feeling in her stomach and the nagging voice in her head: did he do it?  And then there are the signs, the sea shells arranged outside her house and the sand on her car bonnet spelling out the words: don’t trust him. Morgan’s daughter is in danger; perhaps it’s time to break faith with her childhood crush and start accepting that her best friend might be a sick-minded murderer.

Without Trace is a fast-paced, unpredictable psychological thriller which will have readers glued to the page with anticipation. The novel is the first in a new series featuring Morgan Vine, a single mum and fiercely determined investigative journalist who specialises in miscarriages of justice.

Guest Post: 

For many years, I’ve written prime time TV drama for the BBC, ITV and US TV. My credits include psychological thrillers and crime dramas such as The Inspector Lynley Mysteries, starring Nathaniel Parker, and The Mrs Bradley Mysteries, starring Diana Rigg and Neil Dudgeon, who took over from John Nettles as the lead actor in Midsomer Murders. So when I decided to write a book, the crime genre was a logical step.

Without Trace is the first in a series of psychological thrillers featuring Morgan Vine, an investigative journalist who specialises in miscarriages of justice and must discover if the love of her life is a wronged innocent or a ruthless killer.

Each book in the series revolves around a different case. As with the process of creating television shows, crime novels must have 1) a central character we can root for as we follow the twists and turns of the investigation, 2) a USP, and 3) a powerful, ingenious adversary or villain, capable of testing our hero or heroine to the limit.

I hope readers will take to Morgan Vine (she’s resourceful and tenacious with a pronounced vulnerable side) but I don’t believe it’s always necessary to like characters in order to find them fascinating, or that we only root for people who always do the right thing. Is there anyone duller than a ‘goody-two-shoes’? Is Amy Dunne in Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl likeable? How about Rachel Watson in Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on The Train? Both books are riveting not despite the fact

that they feature complex women with mixed, sometimes messed-up motives for the way they behave, but precisely because of that very fact.

Another important component of the crime genre is a strong sense of place. Think of Rebus’s Edinburgh, brought to life so cleverly by Ian Rankin, the Shetland of Ann Cleeves’ series featuring Jimmy Perez, or the Arctic as so vividly portrayed in MJ McGrath’s mesmerising series of Edie Kiglatuk mysteries.

When we meet my heroine, Morgan Vine, she’s a down-on-her-luck single mum and investigative journalist living in a converted railway carriage on the beach at Dungeness. I spend a lot of time in a Kentish seaside bolthole in nearby Deal and am fascinated by Dungeness: the eerie, ‘other-worldly’ beauty; the variety of homes dotted around the landscape, ranging from ramshackle shacks to the kind of architect-designed buildings you might see on Grand Designs; and, of course, the vast nuclear power station that dominates the landscape for miles around.

It’s the perfect setting for a crime series and an area I love to visit in all seasons, all weathers. You can get a feel for this wonderful place and find out more about Morgan Vine by taking a look at the Without Trace trailer on my website.

Author Info:
Simon Booker is a screenwriter of prime time TV drama for the BBC, ITV and US TV. His credits include BBC1’s Inspector Lynley MysteriesHolby City andThe Mrs Bradley Mysteries starring Diana Rigg; ITV1 thrillers The Stepfather and The Blind Date; and Perfect Strangers, the CBS romantic comedy starring Rob Lowe and Anna Friel. He has written many plays for BBC Radio 4. He has worked extensively as a producer in television and radio and as a journalist. Simon lives in London and Deal. He is a volunteer facilitator in Restorative Justice, working with offenders at HMP Brixton. Without Trace is his debut novel. The second Morgan Vine novel is due to be published in 2017. He lives in Kent and London with his partner fellow crime writer M.J McGrath@simonbooker

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Thirst blood of my blood RP Channing



~ Kira Sutherland ~

After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her 'boyfriend'), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated...), and being labeled as having 'issues' in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:

1. Continue her 'therapy' (where she's told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often...)


2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for "Crazies and Convicts" (as the social media sites call them.)

She chooses the latter...

~ Cory Rand ~

Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother's best friend...sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.

Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual - he has a weakness) he's left with two choices:

1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks...)


2. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he'll get an education.

He chooses the latter...

It's at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.

Things he's always ignored.

Until now.


Young Adult Romance

Paranormal Romance

High School

Vampires, Demons, Witches

Dark Fantasy





The Puppy Eyes

My life was perfect.

I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were...okay, and my waist...well...also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.

But then there was Jack.

Jack was a problem.

He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?

I think not!

Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.

Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?

I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.

I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.


Still no answer.



His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again.

“Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”

His puppy eyes became worse.

His skin was gray and, well, dead.

“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries...

The idea excited me somewhat.

“What would you have me do, Miss Kira?”

“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”

“Yes, Miss Kira.”

The dead. There’s just no reasoning.

“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.

“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.


The Rat

Mike knocked on the door before I had time to leave the house. Mike was the guy I thought (at the time) was perfect.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, baby.”

Baby, urgh — I wasn’t his baby. I dated Mike because he was the quarterback, because girls are supposed to like the quarterback, because it’s just so darn perfect to be seen with the quarterback, like we’re brainwashed into thinking these things from the first romantic doll set mom buys us.

This was my previous life.


“Uh-huh. Gonna let me in?”

So you can try rub me up and then complain when I don’t let you? This, dear reader, was the big problem with Mike. The second we first kissed, his hand went way too far south for me to be comfortable — and I pulled back.

Mike suddenly wasn’t so perfect.

“Uhm, I was just on my way out,” I said.

“Kira? C’mon, open the door.” He sounded upset. “Is there someone in there with you?”

Boys. As if.

I didn’t know much about love (nothing, actually) but I knew this wasn’t it.

“Uhm, now’s not the time, Mike.”

“C’mon, Kira, what’s going on?” He banged harder.

When in doubt...lie. I opened the door a crack. “There’s a dead rat in the house, Mike. Been here for days. I gotta go get some detergent and stuff to handle the stench.”

Mike stepped back. He peered through the crack of the door.

“It’s really bad,” I said.

“I’ll drive you.”

“I’m afraid the smell” — I stuck my armpit to my nose — “has found its way all over me. I’ll drive myself.”

“O — okay. Fine.” And then he grinned like he wanted something. “Later? My place?”

Urgh. “Uhm, Not sure when though.”


I fought the urge to roll my eyes. According to girls at school, he was apparently so damn good looking — theoretically. But for me personally, he did nothing. Moved nothing. Twisted nothing. “Look, I gotta go, Mike. I gotta — ”

“Kira.” His eyes grew stern. “You’ve been avoiding me...”

Bingo! Well done contestant number one! And what have you won? A brain!

I tilted my head. “Mike, look, this...rat — I need to deal with it. We’ll talk later, okay? Bye.” I closed the door, not waiting for an answer, and peered out the peep hole. Mike hung around for a second, shoulders wide and eyes glaring straight at me through the door. Could he see me? Did he know I was looking at him?

He kicked something off the ground, and I had the distinct impression he mouthed the word Bitch before leaving. But I wasn’t sure...


The Mack

“Roll down the window, Jack.” Jack was recently dead, so he still had a smell about him. (Which only I could smell...)

I had purposely skipped breakfast. Maybe Jack would help me lose weight. I was (still am) a little wide, although it had never stopped guys flirting with me. I know how to dress.

But I could be skinnier.

Lucy Rogers was skinny. All bones and no boobs.

Charlene Carverton was a babe. Cheerleader. Big chest (which she pushed out generously with a push-up — if only guys knew). Toned thighs. Charlene only dated college boys (back then), which I still think is pretty gross for a girl her age.

“He’s not for you,” Jack said out the blue.


“This...Mike — he’s wrong for you, Miss Kira.” For all Jack’s faults (mainly, being dead), he has a good heart. Factually, probably it’s why I kept him around at first.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Then why don’t you dump him?”

I braked at a stop sign. Looked left and right. “Because I’d look like an idiot. I flirted with him and showed interest, and one kiss later I can’t stand the sight of him.”

“So dump him.”

“It’s not that simple. Kids at school — they can be vicious. I have to let it fade slowly. If I drop the bomb on him, I’ll never hear the end of it through senior year.”

“And you care?”

Yes, I did. Forget Guantanamo, schools are rough. “You don’t understand, Jack. Maybe school was different in your day. But in mine, well, we walk through metal detectors.”

“Schools weren’t too different in my day.” I noted the sadness in his voice.

“You okay?”

“I’m dead.”

Right. “You miss...your life?”

Jack shrugged. “I like being with you, Miss Kira. And I don’t remember much of my life. I think I’m in limbo.”


“Yes, like I have some unfinished business. If only I could is...” He scratched his head.

“Any ideas?”

“Well, it can’t be love. If it were love, I’d be a vampire. That’s who teenage girls fall in love with these days.”

“A vampire? That’s just what I need — two undead beings stalking me.”

“I feel I have something to do around you, Miss Kira. I don’t know what, but something. Something important.”

I looked over at him. “Me?”

I was still looking at him when I missed the stop sign.

The Mack truck drove straight into us.

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R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.

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