I’m delighted to be part of the launch celebrations for Tara Lyon’s debut novel In the Shadows which was published on 17th March 2016. Not only do I have a guest post from Tara, all about the power of the mind, but you also have the opportunity to enter to win a copy of In the Shadows at the bottom of this post.

Tara has her own blog and you’ll find her on Facebook and Twitter.

In the Shadows

In the Shadows is the debut crime/psychological thriller novel from Tara Lyons.

Detective Inspector Denis Hamilton is tasked with apprehending a brutal murderer stalking the streets of London – and leaving not a shred of DNA evidence. As the suspect list mounts, his frustration and pressure from his superiors intensify.

Grace Murphy, who is dealing with the recent loss of her beloved grandfather, falls deeper into despair when her friends’ bodies are discovered. Fearing she might be the killer’s next target, she begins to question if her horrifying nightmares are the key to unravelling the murderer’s identity.

How far would you go to uncover the truth? Would you venture into the shadows to unmask a killer?

An Intricate Mind

A Guest Post from Tara Lyons

The mind is a curious thing, never resting, even when our bodies do. Imagine what you could uncover were you to delve into the minds of some. To find out why a person reacts the way they do, why they choose certain paths during their lives and their reasons for interacting with certain people causing a variety of different relationships.

The unconscious mind is just as fascinating, more so even. Most people have created a technique for pushing certain thoughts, feelings and memories to a place in our mind we don’t tap into on a daily basis. But are they really forced away, or are we just clouding our thoughts only to be faced with them, or a representation of them at least, in our dreams?

Dreams will be viewed differently from person to person. Some may believe that these visions are purely figments of an overactive imagination. While you’re in a deep slumber, your mind conjures up a variety of things you have seen and heard in your waking state and fuses them together, almost like telling you a fictional story. Others will look into their dreams in great detail, trusting that they carry with them answers to the questions they seek about their lives, their personal choices and their futures.

An old colleague I used to work with, let’s call him John, got in touch with me a few weeks ago via Facebook Messenger. We haven’t seen, or probably spoken, to each other for at least two years. I had posted a memorial poem on Facebook to mark the anniversary of my grandfather’s death and John got in touch after seeing it. He explained that the poem had touched deeply because his mum had passed away just a few days before. Sadly, John’s mother had lost her battle with cancer, just as my grandfather had the year before. We exchanged condolences and promised to meet up soon.

That brief interaction stayed with me however because a few nights later I dreamt of John. When I woke up the details faded, as they seem to do the morning after – it’s as though your mind doesn’t want you to recall what it shared with you while you were asleep. But what my waking-self did hang on to was an image of John and I holding hands while roaming round a derelict building.

Again I’m sure people will interpret this dream in many different ways. John was on my mind and therefore I’ve assumed the man in my dream is him (I can never actually see faces clearly in my dreams – is that a personal thing, or does it happen to you too?). Some may say the hand holding is a supressed love interest, be it towards John or men in general. It could be that I’m feeling alone as well as lonely and the deserted atmosphere represents that. And all those assumptions could be correct. But that’s the beauty of the mind.

Your mind, and the dreams it conjures, almost plays a trick on you. Because now it has you questioning yourself and probing what your subconscious is telling you. Forcing you to make sense of images that may mean nothing more than a chance meeting with an old friend, a conversation with a stranger on the bus, or an old favourite song that sparks a memory you’d long forgotten.

Personally, looking into the meanings of dreams is something I enjoy. I regularly use the online search engines to find out what it means if I’ve dreamt of a cat in my house (I don’t have any animals) or if I’m boarding a plane (something I haven’t done for two years). I’m fascinated about what my mind is trying to convey while my body is rest mode. However, with this dream I didn’t feel the need to research, I interrupted it myself.

Two people, wrapped in grief, came together and wandered around their empty homes together, looking for strength to move forward. When it comes to grieving – and I’m awake – I am not a hand-holding, touchy-feely person. So perhaps this was my way of telling myself it’s okay not to be strong all the time, even when it’s been years since you’ve lost a loved one, because there are people out there facing the same heartache every day.

Amazing what the mind will have you believing. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take some advice from the great Professor Dumbledore: “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone).

If international readers would like to enter to win an ecopy of In the Shadows, please click here. UK readers also have the opportunity to enter to win a signed paperback copy. The draw is open until UK midnight on 31st March 2016.

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I’m delighted to be bringing a guest post by Heidi Perks whose debut novel Beneath the Surface is published tomorrow 24th March 2016 by Red Door Publishing. As well as from the publisher, Beneath the Surface is available in paperback and e-book on Amazon UK and in e-book on Amazon US.

Beneath the Surface

‘An intriguing novel… with a dark mystery at its heart’ C L Taylor, author of The Accident

I don’t know where you are…

I don’t know what I’ve done…

Teenager Abigail Ryder is devastated when she gets home from school to find her family gone. Nothing makes sense. Things are missing from the house and her stepsisters’ room is completely empty. But the police think she’s trouble, and when grandmother Eleanor tells her to forget them all and move on, there’s no choice other than face the future – alone.

Fourteen years on, Abi and Adam are a happy couple on the verge of parenthood. But when the past comes back to haunt Abi, the only way forward is to go back and uncover the truth – and reveal the dreadful secrets a mother has been hiding all these years.

Taking the Leap from Corporate to Writing

A Guest Post from Heidi Perks

I always knew that one day I would try writing a book but up until a few years ago I hadn’t done anything about it. I’ve always loved reading books and writing but had never felt the time was right to try.

I was working for large companies in marketing for nearly fifteen years, and had moved up to a good position as Marketing Director. I liked my job a lot even though it wasn’t my dream and the thought of giving it up to write wasn’t something I could seriously consider – that was too big a leap. So in a way I felt lucky when fate played its hand. I was on maternity leave with my second child and was offered redundancy. At first the thought was daunting, I had returned part time after my first child was born and assumed I would do the same again. But at the same time here was a great opportunity to do something different – something I really love.

I have now been writing seriously for four years and I don’t doubt that there’s nothing I would rather do. But that’s not to say it’s always easy. There are some things I really miss about working for a large company and mostly this is the people. Some days in between school runs I don’t see anyone else and as a people person it can be very lonely. When you’re used to people asking you questions, constantly running things by you, being in and out of meetings all day then spending the day with only your own imagination for company can be hard.

Also in the early days, in particular, I was hugely reliant on other people, and this requires patience. Agents and publishers warn they may take 6 weeks to get back to you and that can seem like the longest 6 weeks ever.

Then there’s the rejections, or only slightly better the feedback that says they like what you’ve done but then ask if you can completely re-write it. After holding my head in my hands for a few hours I’d have to pick myself back up and get back to it again, and unlike working for a big company there was no one to help me do that.

So yes it’s tough, but then when you get a break you realise that it’s all worth it, and for me it really is. The first time I wrote the words ‘The End’ and realised I had strung together 90,000 words into a complete novel, the first time an agent called me and said ‘we love what you’ve sent us,’ and the first time you hear a publisher say, ‘we want to publish you,’ were all momentous occasions. The moment I held a copy of my book in my hands, and when brilliant reviews came into my inbox were both moments of pure joy that I would never have experienced if I wasn’t doing something I desperately wanted to do.

When I started writing I fitted it around my two young children, and I know many have full time jobs too, which makes it incredibly difficult. But whatever you’re doing, if it is something you love it will be worth it. It might not be the journey you expect, in fact it probably won’t be, but that’s half the fun of it!

Thanks so much Heidi – I think an awful lot of aspiring writers, including me will take so much from what you’ve told us today. Very best of luck with Beneath the Surface.

You can follow Heidi on Twitter and you’ll find her on Facebook and via her web site.

I’m so lucky to have met and chatted with lovely Barbara Copperthwaite at a blogger and author event organised by the wonderful Kim Nash and so I’m thrilled that Barbara has agreed to be interviewed for Linda’s Book Bag.

Barbara’s Books

Barbara writes gripping psychological thrillers. Her first, Invisible, was published in 2014 and is available in e-book and paperback on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

THERE’S ONE VICTIM OF CRIME NO ONE NOTICES…

Something is wrong. With her marriage, with her husband, with her. But as she pours her heart out to her diary, it’s clear she doesn’t know what.
Until one explosive night she finds a possible answer.
Suddenly hated and vilified by everyone, she clings to her relationship – even while wondering if she really knows her husband at all…
Invisible is a stunningly powerful, gripping and original psychological thriller of subtle insight that takes you on a twisted journey through one woman’s marriage.

Barbara’s latest novel, Flowers for the Dead, is also available in e-book and paperback on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

ADAM WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. EVEN IF IT KILLS YOU.

Adam Bourne is a serial killer who thinks he is a saviour. When he murders young women and cuts off their lips, he believes he has done it to make them happy.
How did he become warped from the sensitive four-year-old who adored his gran and the fairy tales she read to him? What turned him into a monster who stalks his victims? And what is he trying to say with the bouquets he sends?
When he meets Laura Weir, Adam weaves a fairy tale romance around them. A tale she has no idea she is part of. As he hatches his twisted plan for their fairy tale ending, can anyone stop him before he creates the ultimate sacrifice to love?

An Interview with Barbara Copperthwaite

Hello Barbara. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing.

Firstly, please could you tell readers a little about yourself?

Hello! I’m a journalist turned author of psychological thrillers. Using the knowledge I’ve gained over more than twenty years of interviewing perpetrators and victims of crime, I love to really get under the skin of my characters to create gritty, realistic stories. I don’t write whodunits, I write ‘whydunits’, as it’s the emotion of a situation that really grabs me.

When I’m not busy plotting murder (figuratively speaking, of course) I can generally be found walking my dog, Scamp, and taking photographs of wildlife in my local area around Birmingham.

On your new website you describe yourself as a crime writer. What drew you to this genre as opposed to another for your novels?

It’s just the way my brain works! I used to quite scare my partner, when we’d be walking down the street and I’d suddenly blurt out a great way of bumping someone off, or a place to hide a body. He’s used to it now though. Only the other day we went for a lovely walk on some marshes and were discussing how it was the ideal place to dump a body!

My mum has always loved crime, so I grew up watching Taggart, Morse, and the like. Going back even earlier, I was obsessed with reading Enid Blyton’s ‘Mystery’ series. I can remember the first time I solved one of the crimes before the big reveal, and feeling so proud of myself.

I’ve always been fascinated by why people do things, too. Again, for me a good crime book is as much about why as who. That’s the real mystery to solve. It’s what attracted me to journalism, as it gave me the chance to talk to people who have been in all kinds of incredible situations.

When did you first realise you were going to be a writer?

There wasn’t really a lightbulb moment for me, instead the feeling stole over me gradually. I became a journalist when I was 19, so writing was second nature to me, but I used to feel quite annoyed when people asked me, “When are you going to write a book?” As far as I was concerned, books were for me to read, not create. “I’m a journalist, I deal in facts,” I’d tell people. Honestly, I didn’t think that would ever change as, although I’ve always been a voracious reader, I never had any ideas for novels and had no drive to write one either.

But there was a tiny kernel of an idea from a brief period in my early twenties when I’d spent some time working in a men’s high security prison. I’d been fascinated by how normal all the inmates were – they were so easy to chat to. And over the years, through interviewing various victims of crimes as well as the occasional perpetrator, that was what kept coming up all the time: bad people seem nice and normal when you meet them, that’s how they get away with what they do for so long.

I started to wonder what it would be like to live with someone accused of something terrible. How much would it take for you to believe he’d done something wrong? Surely a hell of a lot, because no one can believe they would love someone who was capable of evil.

That’s how the idea grew for my first novel, Invisible. As a journalist, I desperately wanted to interview someone like the main character, but as time passed it became increasingly obvious it was probably never going to happen. So in that case, I’d have to make it up…and one day I sat down and started doing just that. Once I’d begun, I soon became obsessed. I’d write on the train to work, during my lunch break, and on the way home.

How did that moment feel when you decided to give up your previous employment and become a writer full time?

Terrifying! I was a successful journalist who had risen through the ranks, been in charge of a number of different national women’s weekly magazines, and was used to managing a large team of people. I was also used to a good, steady wage. And there I was, throwing it all away pretty much on a whim. I’d only written half of Invisible, but it was enough to know that it was what I wanted to concentrate on.

All of this happened immediately before my 40^th birthday, and I think some friends did secretly wonder if I was having a midlife crisis – I know I did!

At first I cheated, and did a lot of journalism on a freelance basis, in order to bring in some extra cash while I wrote my first two books. But now I’ve given that up completely so that I can concentrate on being an author.

What advice would you give to those also thinking of writing full time now that you’ve experienced it?

Only do it if you’re truly passionate about not just writing a novel, but all the hard work that goes with it. Writing is only half the job. Whether you’re traditionally published or an indie author, you will have to spend a monumental amount of time promoting your books and making contacts in the industry. It’s a full time job, and if you’re not willing to put in incredibly long hours you will fail. It’s as simple as that. You’ve got to be driven, dedicated, and exceptionally hard working.

It can also be a lonely job sometimes, as so much time is spent working on your manuscript in isolation. There’s no office banter.

Is it worth all that worry, sweat, tears? Hell, yes!

To what extent have your previous experiences impacted on your fiction writing?

I’ve interviewed so many people who have been victims of crime, and all those stories have influenced me massively. I think it’s really important to have characters that are believable. It’s incredible what people can go through and survive, and I think that’s one of the reason why, I believe, my books are ultimately hopeful. They are full of grit, but also full of honesty and heart.

How far does your experience of being an editor help or hinder your writing process?

It’s definitely been both a help and a hindrance. At first it was frustrating for me because I was used to being able to produce a feature that was pretty much word perfect at the end of the first draft. I’d give it a read through then send it off to be printed, job done. Writing a book is nothing like that. I’ve had to get used to the fact that while writing the first draft I frequently feel out of control, and that the finished first draft is very rough, and has to go through a lot of rewrites and editing before it’s ready to be published. So rather a different experience to when I wrote articles…!

There are plenty of positives, though. Thanks to all those years of journalism, I know what makes a good story, how to hook readers, construct a tale, pace, characterisation, etc. Being a former editor helps me to step back and look at the book as a whole, to see the big picture. It’s been particularly useful when coming up with concepts for the cover. My partner is a very talented artist, who works with me to create something I think will sum up the story as a whole, without giving anything away.

You often review books too. How important is it for writers also to be readers do you think?

You can’t write if you don’t read. Simple as that. And don’t just read your own genre, read everything. I love reading, and that has inevitably influenced my love of writing.

You have a brilliant relationship with bloggers. What impact have they made on your life as a writer?

I only made contact with book bloggers back in August for the first time. Now, I don’t know why it took me so long! What a wonderful community! I’ve made some lovely friends along the way, and they’ve transformed so many aspects of my life as a writer. Yes, there’s the obvious stuff, such as they’ve read my books and reviewed them. But it’s so much more than that. You know earlier when I mentioned what a lonely job being an author can be? Well, thanks to the online community I have been lucky enough to become part of, I have found a network that is friendly, supportive, open with advice… It’s just so wonderful, I can’t actually gush about it enough.

In Flowers for the Dead, why did you decide to have a male protagonist?

I don’t think there was a decision, Adam came to me fully formed. Thinking about it now, I could have told the story much more from Laura’s point of view, but it has been done before. I could have told it more from the perspective of the detective, Mike Bishop, but that’s been done so many times, too. Telling it from the serial killer’s point of view…that’s almost unheard of.

I was fascinated with Adam, too. Was he born bad or made bad? What had happened to him? Could he have been different, if his life had taken just the slightest of turns? I suppose it’s the journalist in me, still trying to get the stories that have never been heard.

You don’t name the woman in Invisible? Why was that?

I was partly influenced by one of my favourite books, the classic Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier, as the second Mrs De Winter’s first name is never used. The device seemed so fitting for my novel. This is a woman who is invisible in every way. To friends. In her marriage. At work. Even when she is the most hated woman in Britain, she is still never seen for the person she really is – she is the one victim of crime no one notices.

Had I given her a name, it wouldn’t have made any difference to the story. But by not naming her, I feel it adds to the whole theme.

I know you like to photograph wildlife. Is this a lifelong hobby or does it act more as an antidote for the grittiness of your writing?

I started nature watching as a child. My sister used to laugh at me because I could look at an animal dropping and know what had done it! Sadly, as I hit my mid-teens, exams, boys, going out, all the usual stuff, took over and although I was still interested in wildlife, it wasn’t something I actively did any more.

Six years ago Paul and I got together and we loved to go for long walks in the countryside. It really helped me unwind after a stressful day in the office. Paul bought me a camera, and that really reignited my passion for nature. When I take a picture there is nothing but that moment, holding my breath, hoping I won’t scare the subject away. There is no past, no future, only the present. Back at home, I love to read up about what I’ve captured, so I learn as I go. It’s utterly absorbing in a totally different way from crime.

What can we expect next from you?

I’m in the process of writing my thirds stand alone psychological thriller, and it’s my most ambitious novel yet. A woman is forced to turn detective when the village she lives in conspires to keep secret what happened to her daughter. Nothing and no one is what they seem, everyone is hiding something, and once she has revealed it all, she will never be the same again…

That sounds brilliant – we’ll all be waiting for it to arrive with anticipation!

Thank you so much for your time in answering my questions Barbara. I found your answers utterly fascinating.

You can find out more about Barbara by visiting her website and following her on Twitter.

It’s my great pleasure to be part of the UK launch celebrations for Katherine Webb’s latest novel The English Girl which is published by Orion. The English Girl is out in hardback, audio and e-book on 24th March 2016 and is available on Amazon UK and directly from the publisher. Not only can you find out all about this latest release, but Katherine has written a guest post all about international publications which you can read below.

The English Girl

Joan Seabrook, a fledgling archaeologist, has fulfilled her lifelong dream to visit Arabia by travelling from England to the ancient city of Muscat with her fiancé, Rory. Desperate to escape the pain of a personal tragedy, she longs to explore the desert fort of Jabrin, and unearth the treasures it is said to conceal.

But Oman is a land lost in time – hard, secretive, and in the midst of a violent upheaval – and gaining permission to explore Jabrin could prove impossible. Joan’s disappointment is only alleviated by the thrill of meeting her childhood heroine, pioneering explorer Maude Vickery, and hearing first-hand the stories that captured her imagination and sparked her ambition as a child.

Joan’s encounter with the extraordinary and reclusive Maude will change everything. Both women have things that they want, and secrets they must keep. As their friendship grows, Joan is seduced by Maude’s stories, and the thrill of the adventure they hold, and only too late does she begin to question her actions – actions that will spark a wild, and potentially disastrous, chain of events.

Will the girl that left England for this beautiful but dangerous land ever find her way back?

International Publications

A Guest Post by Katherine Webb

I was so lucky with my first book, The Legacy – thanks to the build up of a wonderful momentum, and the heroic efforts of the Orion Rights team, it has now sold in twenty-seven countries around the world, most of which in translation. I get sent copies of most of these foreign editions, sooner or later, and I just love seeing my words in a language I can’t even speak, and thinking of readers in all those far off places, hopefully getting engrossed in one of my stories. China, Russia, Brazil, Turkey, Taiwan… Very surreal to see my words in an alphabet I don’t even recognise! It’s always interesting to see the different cover designs as well – and to try to draw conclusions as to what each different treatment says about the book market in that country, and where they see my novels fitting in, with regards to genre and tone.

Since those heady early days, my foreign markets have contracted to those in which the books have really sold well and got bedded in with readers. France, Turkey, Sweden; Germany, Norway and Hungary in particular; although, of course, foreign publishers can pick and choose which books they want to publish, and they don’t necessarily publish them in the same order that they come out in the UK, so new deals come in at odd times, without warning. It’s always a great feeling when they do.

I’ve been lucky enough to be invited to several countries to publicise a book’s release, and meet readers – Spain, Poland, Norway, Germany. Amongst other visits, I did a two week tour of Norway, starting in Tromsø, right up in the Arctic! I went up a few days before the tour started, and saw the Northern Lights – it was amazing. I was travelling with a group of other authors, flying between cities and doing a staged event each night – it was exhausting by the end, but a wonderful experience. My favourite tour of Germany came the year before last. I’d told the team over there that my mother grew up in Germany, in Bad Homburg, so they managed to arrange an event there, and some of my mum’s old school friends came along. That was a proud moment! A German actress called Anna Thalbach, who belongs to a famous acting dynasty in Germany, does the reading in German for me. She is fantastic – even when I can’t understand what she’s saying, she delivers such drama and atmosphere to the words, and I can see that the audience is rapt

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Ever since I read What Happens in Cornwall by T A Williams (and you can read my review here) I’ve been delighted to support T A Williams’ lovely books. Today, 21st March 2016, is the launch day for What Happens in the Alps, Trevor’s latest chick lit book published by Harlequin and Carina UK.

What Happens in the Alps

Up in the magical, snow kissed mountains…

Two years ago, Annie Brewer’s life was turned upside down when her adrenaline-junkie husband died in a tragic climbing accident. So she’s hoping that moving to the beautiful village of Santorso in the Italian Alps will finally put her life back on track!

…anything can happen!

She might be going into business with her oldest friend – notorious lady-charmer Matt Brown – but men are definitely out of the question for Annie! That is, until she bumps into tall, dark and delicious Alessandro Lago on the ski slopes…and spontaneously says ‘Yes’ to a date! It must be the crisp mountain air but suddenly, anything seems possible. The only trouble is, chivalrous Matt is looking more gorgeous than ever…

A sparkling romantic comedy guaranteed to beat the winter blues, What Happens in the Alps…is one story you don’t want miss in 2016!

You can find What Happens in the Alps on Goodreads and you can buy it from Amazon US,  Amazon UK, from Barnes and Noble and on iTunes

About T A Williams

Firstly, my name isn’t T A. It’s Trevor. I write under the androgynous name T A Williams because 65% of books are read by women. In my first book, Dirty Minds one of the (female) characters suggests the imbalance is due to the fact that men spend too much time getting drunk and watching football. I couldn’t possibly comment. Ask my wife…

I’ve written all sorts: thrillers, historical novels, short stories and now I’m enjoying myself hugely writing humour and romance. Romantic comedies are what we all need from time to time. Life isn’t always very fair. It isn’t always a lot of fun, but when it is, we need to embrace it. If my books can put a smile on your face and maybe give your heartstrings a tug, then I know I’ve done my job.

I‘ve lived all over Europe, but now I live in a little village in sleepy Devon, tucked away in south west England. I love the place. That’s why you’ll find leafy lanes and thatched cottages in most of my books. Oh, yes, and a black Labrador.

I’ve been writing since I was 14 and that is half a century ago. However, underneath this bald, wrinkly exterior, there beats the heart of a youngster. My wife is convinced I will never grow up. I hope she’s right.

You can find out more about Trevor on his website, on Facebook, Goodreads and Amazon. You can also follow him on Twitter. 

 

I’m delighted to be featuring an interview with Rosa Temple today whose latest novel Natalie’s Getting Married is available to buy on Amazon US and Amazon UK. If you’re quick and head over to Rosa’s blog you have until 25th March 2016 to enter to win a copy of Natalie’s Getting Married.

An Interview With Rosa Temple

Hello Rosa. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing.

Firstly, please could you tell readers a little about yourself?

I’m a Londoner from a big, loud family. I could never get a word in, which is probably why I like to sit quietly and write. I’m married to a musician and I have two sons. I’m a ghost writer of romance novellas and the occasional magazine article (again in a ghost writing capacity, so I have no published articles to my name). I’m a lover of music who secretly puts on the player and does unchoreographed dance routines in front of the mirror when I’m finding it hard to write the next sentence. I have a very dry sense of humour which sometimes gets me in trouble.

When did you first realise you were going to be a writer?

It was probably right after I discovered that there is no such job as an official biscuit taster and failed in my attempts to have it recognised as a real career. But seriously … I mentioned my husband is a musician, well I’m also a singer-songwriter and all my songs are tiny stories. I began writing short stories that lasted for more than three verses and a chorus and, after taking a 10 week Creative Writing course to see if I was any good, I continued to write because of the encouraging feedback.

If you hadn’t become an author, what would you have done instead as a creative outlet as I know you are interested in music and it’s a big part of your life?

Yes, I love music. As a singer I’ve been in several bands before I started penning my own songs. Although the writing is taking up most of my time these days, I still perform, though it’s been a while since I wrote a song. Something I plan to remedy by starting a new album project very soon. I teach vocals, which is really satisfying and I also co-produce music for other singer-songwriters. Had the writing not taken hold, then I would have continued to immerse myself in music. But it’s good to know that I can still be involved in both.

How much did doing an MA (and congratulations on the distinction by the way) in Creative Writing affect your style?

Tremendously. I became a more positive and less nervous writer. On the course we were constantly writing under the guidance of some well known authors, poets and screenwriters which was an amazing experience and a real confidence booster. The most important thing I took from the course was developing my writer’s voice, discovering the themes I love to cover and gaining more experience in my preferred genre. All things that will improve your style, too. But I think I’m still learning.

What draws you to writing women’s fiction?

Naturally I feel close to the subjects usually found in this genre, be that from a romantic comedy or a more literary point of view. I feel I have something to say. The wonderful thing about women’s fiction is that as a genre it covers so much; the moods, themes, storylines, plots etc one can create are vast. If you have developed your own voice you can always find a fresh approach to writing about  things that are important to us as women.

What did you find most challenging about writing the comic elements of Natalie’s Getting Married?

I think trying to find the right balance between the comedic moments and the serious bits was hard. Because Natalie’s journey had its ups and downs and because she’d find herself in many serious situations, I wanted those to be felt by the reader. Having the reader laugh or cry along with Natalie, in the right places was my greatest challenge.

How did you create Natalie? Did she emerge naturally, did you have a name first, did you plan her back story and life or is there another means by which you create character?

What I had was a name and an idea of what kind of heroine I wanted to create, before I even had a story to put her in. I just started to write without a story outline and very little to go on apart from wanting my heroine to have a bumpy ride over several years before she eventually finds herself – and it had to be funny. Not an easy way to embark on a novel but it’s what happened. I started jotting down opening lines, whatever popped into my head. I’d never worked that way before but very soon I found a setting – university. This gave my heroine an age and a group of people for her to interact with. Looking at my original scribbles, a wedding never came into it once. It’s amazing where your mind will take you when you don’t give yourself too many guidelines.

If Natalie’s Getting Married became a film, which would you choose to play Natalie and why? 

Interestingly I did write a post on this on my blog which you can read here, but if you can’t nip over there then I’ve got Natalie down as a cross between Jess (Zooey Deschanel) from New Girl and Zelda (Cristin Milioti) from A to Z.

I know you’re happy to link with readers on social media (Twitter). How important do you think social media is to authors in today’s society?

I came to the Twitter and Facebook sign up forms kicking and screaming. Years ago I thought it was a really bad idea to try to communicate ‘virtually’ and it would only lead to trouble. Plus – I’m pretty hopeless at technology; sending an attachment with an email was like climbing Everest in high heels for me once upon a time. But now I see the error of my ways and I can’t believe how effective a way it is to reaching out to people and to potential readers. Everyone is on line so why would an author not use that to her advantage?

If you had 15 words to persuade a reader that Natalie’s Getting Married should be their next read, what would you say?

I’m totally excited about how it’s been received and don’t want you to miss out!

When ARE you going to run  the London Marathon?

Haha. You had to bring that up! I’d like to say soon but … um …  I can’t find my trainers, I’ve got an ankle injury, long journeys on foot make me dizzy, the doctor has advised against it – did I mention the dizzy spells? What was the question again?

Thank you so much for your time in answering my questions Rosa. I’ve really enjoyed having you on Linda’s Book Bag.

It was an absolute pleasure I loved the questions and I appreciate you having me here!.

Rosa’s Books

It’s Lori’s wedding night and husband, Sam, makes a startling revelation just hours after arriving at their dream honeymoon location. A devastated Lori returns to London believing revenge will help her recover from the shocking blow. But Lori does something she will live to regret.

Sam’s best friend, Matt, is there to offer Lori a shoulder to cry on because Lori’s best friend, Julia, disappeared just days before the wedding.

This flaky foursome are about to have their relationships stretched to the limits, when honesty is in short supply and bed hopping seems to be the order of the day.

Career minded, Natalie Spencer, had never been in love. She could never understand what all the fuss was about. But when she met Jackson Humphries during Fresher’s Week at University, that all changed.

Utterly infatuated, Natalie quickly discovers the meaning of love and, before she knows it, she’s heading up the aisle – for the first time, that is.

This is a tale about four wedding dresses, a runaway groom and a girl who got so carried away, she couldn’t see true love staring her right in the face.

To find out more about Rosa and to catch up on all her musings please join her here on Rosa Temple Writes…

You can find Rosa on Facebook, Goodreads, and Google+. You can also follow Rosa on Twitter.

I’m delighted to be bringing you a spotlight on Games People Play by Owen Mullen as there is a special price promotion running from today until 25th March 2016 when Games People Play is only 99p on Kindle with Amazon UK. Games People Play is also available in paperback.

As well as telling us how Games People Play came about, Owen has written a guest post all about learning from life and the writing process and you can read the opening of the novel too.

About Games People Play

On a warm summer’s evening thirteen month old Lily Hamilton is abducted from Ayr beach in Scotland, taken while her parents are yards away. Three days later, the distraught father turns up at Glasgow PI Charlie Cameron’s office and begs him to help. Mark Hamilton believes he knows who has stolen his daughter. And why.
Against his better judgement Charlie gets involved in a case he would be better off without. But when a child’s body is discovered on Fenwick Moor, then another in St Andrews, the awful truth dawns: there is a serial killer out there whose work has gone undetected for decades. Baby Lily may be the latest victim of a madman.
For Charlie it’s too late, he can’t let go. His demons won’t let him.

How Games People Play Was Born

For a long time I had a book in my head, just a vague idea. I even had a title. Games People Play. What I didn’t have was a story far less a beginning.

One late summer’s evening, around seven, we were walking on a beach near where we live in Greece. Christine, my wife, pointed to a couple in the distance, sitting on the sand. They had a child with them who couldn’t have been more than eighteen months old. They were laughing, having fun.

Christine said, ‘Nice to see, isn’t it.’

I agreed.

‘But what if somebody stole the baby? Wouldn’t that be awful?’

‘How could that happen?’

Christine thought for a minute. ‘I’ve got it, she said.

She did. I had the opening I’d been searching for and Games People Play was born.

The University of Life

A Guest Post by Owen Mullen

When I started writing I was just a crazy 58 year old kid…with a dream.

I had a track record at the old scribbling game. When I was ten I won a national primary schools short story competition. But since that early success… not a word.

We had just moved to Greece, looking forward to kicking back in the sun and reading all the books we’d been too busy working to get round to. Little did we know the world was about to implode. Something called subprime mortgages – until then I had never heard of it – triggered the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression of the 1930s and put us and millions of other people under pressure. What was to be done?

My wife, Christine, asked if I had any ideas.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’ll use my skills.’

She laughed. ‘We’re in a foreign country, you don’t speak the language, what skills?’

‘My transferable skills.’

‘Did we bring them with us? I don’t remember packing them?’

‘Of course we did.’

‘So what are they? Give me an example.’

‘Answering a phone.’

‘Mmmm. Okay, answering the phone, fair enough. What else?’

I couldn’t think of anything else. There was nothing else.

Suddenly I remembered my secret talent. ‘I’ll write.’

‘Write… what?’

‘Stories. Books. Bestsellers.’

Christine has always been very supportive. She said, ‘Sounds good. You knock out a couple of bestsellers, and if the phone rings…’

I was ahead of her ‘…you answer it.’

And so it began.

I guess I believed a reasonably educated geezer – Msc Dip M MCIM – wouldn’t find it too difficult to string a few sentences into a few paragraphs into… tack that arrogance  on to my primary school triumph and you get the thinking.

Too late I realised that kind of learning, all very well in its place, isn’t what it’s about.

The lessons weren’t long in arriving. And I wasn’t ready for them.

Like wheelwright or shipwright, writing is a craft and needs to be worked at. Of course I was unaware of this when I opened up my PC and tapped the opening line of a new short story, a modest start to brush the cobwebs off and ease into my neglected gift. The King is Dead ran to 20,000 words and took me about three weeks. At the end I set it on the table, staring in awe at what I had achieved. Four decades had come and gone, was the magic still there? I turned the pages, fingers trembling, heart racing as a sobering truth was revealed. I didn’t. Years of indifference had claimed whatever ability I’d once had. What was in front of me was over written pretentious twaddle. ‘I’m a writer’ dross. Pure dead up itself, as they say in Glasgow.

I went through the manuscript again in case I had misjudged it. I had, it was even worse the second time. I had assumed too much and paid the price.

People fool themselves into believing the main obstacle between them and the book inside is finding the time. If only. Anybody who wants to create finds the time. End of. Finding the time is the minimum requirement.

I put aside the disappointment at how bad I was and became obsessed with getting better, those letters after my name hadn’t helped. Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing and Stephen King, On Writing, showed me the way. Now when I read I studied how the tale was told, the characters, the dialogue: the language.

At one point I even bought three novels – won’t tell you which ones – by authors with reputations as literary figures. To ‘improve’ myself. A bust. Didn’t enjoy reading them; too many words, not enough story; too much description, no sense of humour: plain bloody boring. Not for me. So what was I to do ?

The answer was simple. Write a book I would want to read in a style that appealed to me. Over time [because it takes time] I developed an approach and a routine.

Everybody creates differently. Usually with me it goes like this: I get a core idea [or Christine does; no monopoly on ideas in our house] and tease it into a tale. Almost always I will know how it ends. That just leaves the bit in between. During this part of the process other plot lines and secondary stories are folded in. All kinds of interesting events and tensions jump out and are added to the mix. Then I begin.

Routine is essential: 4-6 hours 5 days a week. If you can turn out a thousand words a day, in 3 months you will have a book.

Reading: Look at what other authors are doing. There is no such thing as a bad example. Spotting what not to do is a quick road to becoming better. Other people have made mistakes so you don’t need to make the same ones.

Write what you know: How often do we hear that? Most of us don’t know what we know until we put it down on paper. Our life is a resource; a newspaper article, a joke, an experience, an incident, an attitude…it’s all there. Dig it out.

Storyline and plot line: Not the same thing. [didn’t understand that] For example, poor boy becomes rich man; the story. How, the journey of the character is the plot.

Rewriting: In the beginning I didn’t do much rewriting. I thought all my babies were beautiful. Now I examine each line to decide if it’s pulling its weight in taking the action forward. If it isn’t it’s gone.

Now and then I ask myself an important question. What story am I telling here? It is so easy to lose direction. In one book I cut an entire subplot of 40,000 words because it took the reader away from the main thread.

Last, Keep Going: Stay the distance or forget it.

Outside the sun is shining in a clear blue sky. The shrill sound of the phone ringing breaks the silence. Maybe I should…no, let Christine get it. Have to go easy on those transferable skills. Don’t want to wear them out.

Next up is getting published. When I discovered something I had long suspected.

God hates me.

Yeah, he does.

But that’s another story.

You can follow Owen on Twitter and you’ll find him on Facebook.

Now that Owen has whetted your appetite for Games People Play, read an extract from the beginning of the novel:

The footsteps came after him, racing as he raced; slapping the sand, crunching shingle, beating against rock. Grass beneath his bare feet meant he was almost home. Almost safe. Then the crunching became a heavy pad. Gaining. He ran faster.

 His chest burned, heavy legs refused to carry him; he couldn’t go on; he fell, panting and terrified.

The footsteps stopped.

For a long time he lay, too afraid to move, expecting a hand to touch his shoulder.

But no hand came.

He gathered his courage and looked behind him.

There was no one there.

 Ayr, 35 miles from Glasgow.

They walked along the beach and stopped not far from an old rowing boat with a whole in the bottom. Mark carried the folded push-chair and his daughter. The sun fell towards the horizon, it had been a great day, a scorcher, but the best of it was behind them. Noisy gulls scavenged, soaring and diving and calling to each other. Lily pressed her face against her father’s chest, too tired to be interested in the birds.

‘We ought to get back,’ Mark said, ‘Lily’s tired, she should be in bed.’

Jennifer didn’t reply. He knew what she was thinking. ‘Surely not?’

‘Last one? Five minutes?’

Mark glanced at his watch – ten past seven – and limited his concern to a sigh, the last thing he wanted was to spoil things with a quarrel; there had been enough of those. Red flags fluttered in the evening air, he saw them and said, ‘Be careful, Jen. The waves are getting bigger. Don’t go far.’

She dropped the bag with their towels and the baby’s things at his feet. ‘I will. In and out. Promise.’

The water was cold, colder than in the afternoon. When it was waist high she kicked her legs and headed out. Jennifer caught a glimpse of Mark and Lily standing on the sand: her whole universe, she loved them so much. That thought almost made her turn back, instead she took a deep breath and dived.

It happened so fast. One minute she was swimming, the next the current was dragging her to the bottom. Seawater flooded her mouth. She fought, thrashed to the surface and tried to shout; a hoarse whisper was all that came. Her head went under and stayed under. Her lungs were on fire. With no warning it released her and she saw blue sky. Jennifer gulped shallow ragged breaths, shocked and scared, and started towards her family. She would never leave them again. But the decision was no longer hers, the force drew her back into a world without light or oxygen. This time it didn’t let go. Her arm broke free in a desperate attempt to escape, tongues of spray pulled it down and Jennifer knew she was going to drown.

She’d dreamed of watching her daughter grow into a woman. That would never be. And Mark, poor Mark, how unfair to leave him. Her body rolled beneath the waves, she stopped struggling, closed her eyes and disappeared from sight.

Seconds passed before Mark realised something wasn’t right. ‘Where’s mummy? Where’s your mummy?’ The baby sucked her thumb. ‘Where is she, Lily?’

At first he couldn’t move. Cold fear consumed him. A hundred yards away a group of boys played football, apart from them the beach was deserted. He yelled. They didn’t hear him. He threw the push-chair to the sand, yanked it open and sat Lily in it. His hands were shaking, the damned straps wouldn’t fasten. He spoke to himself. ‘Please god, no. Please god, no’ and raced into the sea.

The water was freezing, what the hell had Jen been thinking? This was Scotland, for Christ’s sake. He swam to where he’d last seen her and went under. Mark was a good swimmer but it was dark. His frantic fingers searched until the pressure in his chest forced him to the surface. He took in as much air as he could and went back. Something bumped against him, he grabbed hold and dragged his wife up. Two boys ran into the water to help: the footballers. They hauled the body the last few yards, Mark fell to his knees on the sand beside his wife. Jennifer wasn’t breathing. People appeared on the beach, silent witnesses to the nightmare the day had become. Where had they been when he needed them? He shouted, half in anger, half in desperation. ‘Somebody call an ambulance!’

The crowd kept a respectful distance, they believed what he believed, that he’d lost her. Jennifer’s face was white, Mark covered her mouth with his and breathed into her. His hands pressed against her demanding she come back to him.

One of the boys took over with no better luck. Mark tried again, refusing to let her go. He pumped her heart, whimpering like a child, sobbing for himself as well as his wife. Jennifer’s eyes fluttered, she wretched and vomited water. Mark turned her on her side and rubbed her back, whispering reassurance, blinded by tears, aware his prayers had been answered. A siren sounded in the distance, it was going to be alright, his wife was safe, they would be together again.

The three of them.

He raised his head, ambulance men were racing towards him across the sand. Mark jumped to his feet, they must have drifted… except the boat was there. His voice rose from a cry to a scream. ‘Lily. Lily!’

He spoke to the group who had offered nothing. ‘I left a baby here, somebody must’ve seen her.’ They stared, no idea what he was talking about. A new terror seized him. He ran a few steps up and down the beach, lost and afraid. The bag lay where Jennifer dropped it. But no push-chair. No sign his daughter had ever been there.

Lily was gone.

I’m delighted to be introducing another new to me author today, Crystal Sellers. Crystal will be telling us about her debut novel Summer Under My Quilt which is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK where it will be free from March 20th -23rd 2016 as Crystal celebrates the publication of her second novel Fire Within Me which was published on 14th March.

About Summer Under My Quilt

Megan Creeway spent the summer at her grandparent’s lake house. Her life had imploded and she didn’t know how to get it back. Her husband was a cheat, her son was outgrowing his mother, and her grandpa was very sick. Seeking refuge from it all, the one thing she did not expect, was to find herself being courted by the very handsome local Pastor.

Reid Stone was finally enjoying his life three years after a divorce. He started over in the quaint town of Lake Charlotte as the pastor of the local church. He quickly made friends yet still led a peaceful quiet life of bachelorhood.

About Fire Within Me

A hundred year old feud arose between blood lines, cursed in anger from the rival Merk family, Elizabeth Strong ran across the country from one nightmare into another to find that sometimes fairy tales and myths are real.

Billy Merk was the sheriff of Blu Harbor, Virginia. He served the town with grace and honor. His personal life, on the other hand, was not so perfect. After a failed marriage, Billy moved home to live with his mother. She was hard to deal with but a cake walk compared to Billy’s brother, Vance. All Billy wanted was a nice, quiet life.

Elizabeth never thought she would love again. Billy was not prepared for the fireworks a beautiful new stranger would bring to his town. Vance would do anything to stop unity between rival families.

An Interview with Crystal Sellers

Hello Crystal. Thank you so much for agreeing to answer some questions on my blog about your writing and Summer Under My Quilt. Firstly, please could you tell readers a little about yourself?

Of course! I am a mother of a teenage boy so I am busy with all of his activities. I have been married for 16 years. I met my husband just after I graduated high school.
My hobbies include watching movies, crafting, crocheting and I love board games.

Summer Under My Quilt is your debut novel. How does it feel to be in print?

It feels awesome! I worked for 5 years crafting my writing skills. I’m so happy it paid off.

When did you first realize you were going to be a writer?

Well I always knew it was in me. I have been writing poetry since the 5th grade. I had some of them published. I am waiting to hear if two of them made into the next Chicken Soup book. That’s exciting. My first few attempts at a novel flopped but I finally found my voice with Summer Under My Quilt. When I was in the 8th grade, my best girlfriends and I all wrote a story together. Maybe that’s when I first knew I could be good at this.

If you hadn’t become an author, what would you have done instead as a creative outlet?

I have a blog about my life as a stay at home mom which readers can find here. So I suppose I would have continued that. As far as creativity, I have lots of creative outlets as I mentioned before, the crafting and such. I also am trying to start a beauty YouTube channel. It’s slow going because writing is my first priority but its super fun!

Which aspects of your writing do you find easiest and most difficult?

Well, I’m a procrastinator. That can be good and bad in itself. There are days the words flow out of me faster than I can type and others where I am way too easily distracted by social media. I’m not so great at grammar but I do have a great editor over at Pecan Summers.

What are your writing routines and where do you do most of your writing?

I tend to write my first draft on my ipad, believe it or not, and mostly at night in bed after my husband and son are asleep. My brain writes well at night.  Then I edit on my computer in my office. I love to listen to music when I need a muse.

When you’re not writing, what do you like to read?

I like romance and fantasy novels.

Do you have other interests that give you ideas for writing?

I think not so much. I do have the craziest dreams that I wish I could write but mostly my writing comes from fantasies in my head.

Which of your characters would you most like to be and why?

That’s a hard one.  I am a little like Megan from Summer Under My Quilt. And I am also a little like Beth, the main character in my next book, Fire Within Me.  It is available on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

Megan is in need of comfort and restoration in Summer Under My Quilt. Did you choose the title to convey the idea of comfort or was it for another reason?

Yes, her quilt is her main form of comfort. She holds tight to it to keep from falling apart.

What made you select a lake house for the setting of Summer Under My Quilt?

When I was in high school we lived at a lake and to me the water has its own healing powers for the soul. So if I were to need a place to go for comfort, I would go back home to the lake house if it were possible.

Family is important in Summer Under My Quilt. Do you have a close family of your own?

I’m close to some of my family. But family is very important to me.

If  Summer Under My Quilt became a film, who would you choose to play Megan and why?

Maybe Reese Witherspoon, she’s the right age and looks a bit like what I envision Megan to be.

If you had 15 words to persuade a reader that Summer Under My Quilt should be their next read, what would you say?

It’s an easy read, filled with moments to take your breath away.

Is there anything else you would have liked to be asked?

I think you covered it. Thank you for your interest in me. I appreciate the opportunity to reach out to all the fabulous readers of your site!  I love getting a chance to hear from readers!

You can find Crystal on Facebook and Goodreads.

My grateful thanks to Tracy Fenton of The Book Club on Facebook (#TBConFB) for an advanced reader copy of Shtum by Jem Lester which is published in e-book and hardback by Orion on 7th April 2016.

Unable to manage their autistic son Jonah’s increasingly challenging behaviour, Ben and Emma Jewell are desperately trying to place Jonah into a school that will best meet his needs, but they are meeting resistance from the local authority all the way.

What a story. The premise seems rather bleak but Shtum resonates with a vast range of emotions from fear and self-loathing, through joy and anger, to love and grief. There is humour too so that what could be a totally depressing story is engagingly written and fulfilling to read.

It took me a long time to warm to Ben and this is one of the many strengths of the novel because we see the true effects on the parents of trying to manage an autistic child. Ben drinks far more than is good for him and I wanted to shake him to force him to face his problem. It was not until towards the end of the novel when the text physically begins to fragment and more is revealed about Ben’s past and that of his Jewish father Georg that I fully understood and empathised with him completely. Emma is quite a shadowy character too and when, at the same time as Ben, I received the full picture about her, my heart broke for them both.

Although the story is told from Ben’s first person perspective, at the centre of the whole plot is Jonah. He is complex, frustrating, loving, violent and destructive so that the reader is forced to face the same kind of situations of parents with such autistic children, making Shtum a truly emotional read. My heart goes out to parents struggling to cope in similar situations. What I found so clever in the writing is that there is a paperweight that shines light like a prism and has a central place in placating Jonah and in linking past and present – and in a way Jonah is a similar catalyst for all the others in the book. He is the conduit through which they live their lives. The importance of Jonah is emphasised by the signs that head the chapters or sections of the book, as they are similar to the PECS or Makaton signs frequently used by those with autism. It is this attention to detail and the obvious knowledge of the subject that gives such a profound feeling to reading Shtum.

The title Shtum resonates with meanings on so many levels. Jonah doesn’t speak. Emma and Ben keep shtum about their own real feelings and some of the events that have happened to them, making them miserable and ashamed. Georg doesn’t tell Ben enough about his past so that Ben feels isolated and excluded from his father’s love and one of the most important central messages of the book is that we need to communicate with our loved ones as fully as we can.

I loved Shtum. I didn’t always find it an easy read, but I found it emotional and moving. It has helped me count my blessings.

You can follow Jem Lester on Twitter.

I’m passionate about travel and have been all over the world from Antarctica to Zambia but I’ve hardly been to Greece so it is with great pleasure that I’m hosting a guest post from Julie Ryan, author of Jenna’s Journey, where she tells us all about seeking inspiration in Greece. Jenna’s Journey was published on 8th September 2015 and is available in e-book and print from Amazon US and Amazon UK (where at the time of posting it’s a mere 99p). You can also read an extract from the book below.

About Jenna’s Journey

“Dazzling Greek Isles can hide sinister secrets.”

Leaving town, heading to the Greek Isles without telling husband or friends, is heady medicine for a failing marriage. Seduced by Grecian sun and sky, Jenna innocently buys a bewitching urn that tangles her into the web of a criminal world more sinister than she ever imagined. Romance is always afoot in the Greek Isles and Jenna gets a large helping with the seductive Nikos. Family is important in Greece, and Nikos helps Jenna learn all the richness it brings, and pass it on to the next generation.

Twenty-five years later, Allie takes this same journey, and a little time travel, a big “what if” dream, a fated meeting with a taxi driver and a sprinkle of paranormal intrigue intertwine in a story that spans the lives of a mother and daughter. Twisty as the streets in a Greek island village, full of unexpected characters found on a faraway vacation along with frightening threats from nasty villains, Jenna’s Journey will keep you turning pages far into the night.

Working out a lifetime of secrets, imagining what might have been, eluding nasty antiquities thieves, exploring a new love—how would you have managed? Follow Jenna’s adventure and see how she changed her life in one journey!

 

Seeking Inspiration in Greece

A Guest Post by Julie Ryan

Inspiration can come in many forms. Sometimes I overhear a snatch of conversation on the radio and it can find its way into a story. Other times it can be a line from a song or maybe an image that I’ve stumbled across on Facebook that can be the trigger. Of course, every book I’ve ever read plays some part subconsciously in the writing process.  My favourite genres are historical fiction, contemporary romance, thrillers and mysteries. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy writing romantic, mystery thrillers set in Greece?

Why Greece you may ask? Well back in my younger days after graduating from University, I spent a couple of years teaching there. At the time, little did I know what an enormous impact that period was to have on my life  It’s true that there is something magical about Greece that draws people back year after year. I was hooked when I first stepped foot on one of the islands. The translucent turquoise sea, cerulean sky and magical light make it a paradise.

I particularly enjoy books which transport the reader to another place; books where you can lose yourself in another life for a few hours or relive precious moments once spent there. One day, in the middle of an English winter, I was looking out of the window and suddenly wondered what my life might have been like if I’d stayed in Greece. This eureka moment was the starting point for my first book in the Greek Island mystery series, Jenna’s Journey. Whilst being careful not to overload the reader, I do enjoy painting a vivid description of the beauty of Greece so that the reader can come with me on the journey.

Of course, as with any paradise, if you scratch under the surface you will expose the darker side that tourists fortunately don’t see very often. I think the juxtaposition of the idyllic beaches, hospitable people and delicious food next to the shady underground world of prostitution and artefact smuggling works well in creating the atmosphere of suspense that I was looking for.

I didn’t set out to write a series. In fact, Jenna’s Journey started life as a short story. Such is the pull of Greece, however, that once I’d finished the book, I missed the world I’d created. Other characters were calling me to have their stories written too. The second book, Sophia’s Secret,’ although set in the same location features mainly different characters to the first book so can be read as a standalone. I enjoyed researching Greek customs for this one and there is a slightly more historical feel to it.

Pandora’s Prophecy is different in tone again as it has a paranormal element to it. This time Jenna and Nikos from the first book are at the centre of the story as it takes place in a hotel that they’re running. The darker side manifests itself in a serial killer running amok on the island.

For now that concludes the series but there may be plans for a fourth book in the future. I just need to get my Greek fix with another research trip!

About Julie Ryan

Julie Ryan’s roots are in a small mining village in South Yorkshire. After a degree in French Language and Literature, wanderlust kicked in and she lived and worked in France, Poland, Thailand and Greece. Her spirit enriched, her imagination fired, Julie started a series of mystery romances, thrillers set in the Greek Isles.

Jenna’s Journey is the first novel in Julie Ryan’s Greek Islands Series, a series she did not set out to create but which took on its own life and grew, rich and fascinating. This is the first of three published so far, and now as a newly released edition in the USA from Booktrope, it promises to delight readers looking for the hidden dark sides of dream vacations in the Greek Isles.

A prolific and well-known book review blogger, Julie does her writing and reviewing from rural Gloucestershire, where she lives with her husband, son and dippy cat with half a tail.

You can find Julie on her website/blog for the Greek Isles series, her website/blog for book reviews, her blog, on Facebook and on Twitter.

 Read an Extract From Jenna’s Journey

Arrival in Greece: Allie

July 2013

As Allie stepped off the plane, a rush of excitement and anticipation flooded over her. She wondered if her mother had felt the same when she arrived in Greece almost twenty-five years ago. She knew that there must have been many changes during that time. Instead of flying direct to the island, her mother would have had to fly to Athens first, and then taken a boat to the island as direct flights to the island had only started up a couple of years ago. She stood in line waiting to clear customs, feeling guilty even though she had nothing to hide. Just walking through the green channel, she could sense hidden eyes watching her every move. This automatically made her act suspiciously, and then breathing a sigh of relief, she was through and out into the bright Greek sunshine. Squinting to read the address on the scrap of paper, she hailed a taxi and the driver sped off towards the hotel.

“Hi, I am Leo,” the taxi driver said, introducing himself in fluent English.

“Allie,” she replied.

She’d been anxious about being ripped off or taken on a wild goose chase, but there was no need to worry. Leo seemed to be the exception to her stereotyped image of Greek drivers. Although he drove fast, he negotiated the roads with great skill. Driving up narrow tracks, he tooted his horn to let any other drivers know he was coming.

She wanted to ask him about the austerity measures that had recently been imposed on them in order to meet their euro-deficit obligations. She had been quite shocked at the effects that the cutbacks had had on ordinary people. Last year, the government had introduced a kind of surtax cunningly collected through the electricity bill. If you refused to pay or couldn’t pay, you were cut off—simple! People had struggled to keep warm through the winter, as many couldn’t afford oil any more. The news had shown piles of rubbish in the streets thanks to the refuse collectors going on strike because they hadn’t been paid. Allie remembered seeing pictures of Piraeus on the news with garbage heaped as high as cars. She wanted to ask Leo more about how ordinary people had coped, but when she pressed him for more details, he shrugged and smiled.

“Greece is not only Athens, you know. Here, sure, life is tough, but we survive. Maybe we spend a little less, complain a little more, but life is good. You are in the most beautiful place in the world. If you have the sun and the sea and a few vegetables—what more do you need?”