I am so grateful to Goodreads and @littlebookcafe for my copy of ‘What Milo Saw’. It is out in paperback on 13th August 2015, published by Sphere.

Nine year old Milo has retinitis pigmentosa so that he only has pin prick vision, but this doesn’t prevent him from seeing what most people miss. He also has a dad who has run off with his Tart and a new baby, a mum Sandy who is eating Hobnobs as if they are going out of fashion, a supposedly tea cup pig, Hamlet, and a great gran Lou who needs serious looking after. When Lou has to go in a home, Milo’s world shifts beyond his control. But Milo is not like other children and fights back.

‘What Milo Saw’ is a terrific book. Apart from one or two passages referring to sexual activity, initially I though it was a more of a young adult novel (and that’s not a criticism), but soon realised the simplicity of the language is artfully designed to convey life from Milo’s child-like perspective and to present surprisingly difficult themes in a completely accessible way. Despite loads of humour, ‘What Milo Saw’ is actually a terrifying portrait of how we sometimes treat our elderly and what may lie ahead for all of us. It also makes us question our responses to children, marriage, relationships and people who are different or from different countries. The nature of authority is brought into sharp focus from Milo’s point of view.

All the characters are completely believable, even the villainous Nurse Thornhill, so that they are more like people we know rather than characters in a novel. Milo is so well portrayed I wanted to hug him. I don’t much like children and often find them written badly or inconvincingly, but Milo is perfect. He is bright, sulky and devious but with a heart very firmly in the right place. He reminds me so much of a boy I used to teach who had tunnel vision. Given that I have eye problems myself, I think this might be why I found Virginia MacGregor’s writing so affecting and effective. I could empathise totally with Milo. I also have elderly relatives determined not to go into a care home so that reading ‘What Milo Saw’ felt utterly real and convincing.

There is a fast paced plot which is extremely well resolved. Without giving it away, it is as if Milo is let down by almost every adult he meets and this is what makes him such a glorious character – he doesn’t give in.

I am finding it hard to define exactly why, but I found Virginia MacGregor’s writing touching, emotional and wonderful. I laughed and cried along with Milo. I’d defy anyone reading ‘What Milo Saw’ not to love this little boy and his attempts to rescue Gran from her inadequate care home. It feels as if Milo is a little bit like Fredrik Backman’s Ove, but as he might have been as a boy. I loved them both.

My enormous thanks to Frances Gough at Headline and Bookbridgr for my review copy of ‘Waiting for Doggo’ by Mark B.Mills. It is published by Headline Review on 13th August 2015.

Thirty year old Daniel is surprised to find a ‘Dear John’ letter from his partner of four years, Clara, telling him ‘It’s over between us’. Even more worryingly, she has left behind possibly the ugliest dog in the world, Doggo. Out of work and lumbered with a Jennifer Aniston obsessed dog, something needs to change for Dan.

I absolutely loved ‘Waiting for Doggo’. It’s a quick read with a story that romps along, but that doesn’t mean it’s not really well written and stylish. There’s a perfect flow to the writing, with a great balance of description and direct speech that makes it a vibrant read. The situations are absolutely credible, recognisable and life like.

The humour is brilliant. Occasionally it is obvious, occasionally understated so that the reader is entirely caught up in it. This is what makes the contrasts in the scenarios even more effective and I found I had tears in my eyes towards the end, even though I’d laughed all the way through.

Characters are amazingly well depicted. Doggo, (and yes he does have a twitter account @WAITINGFORDOGGO), is masterful. He’s so lifelike that it seems impossible a non-speaking character can have such presence in a narrative.

What I found so wonderful about ‘Waiting for Doggo’ was that although it is relatively short, it packs a huge punch with themes of love and loyalty, how we treat our elderly, social conventions, the sense of identity and office politics. It really is a microcosm of life.

There is potential at the end of the story for a continuation of Dan and Doggo’s adventures and I just hope Mark B. Mills is already writing the next book because I feel bereft at having finished this one. It thoroughly deserves all the pre-publication praise it has received. I can’t recommend it highly enough.

Fall of Poppies

A fabulous new book has its cover revealed today

Fall of Poppies: Stories of Love and the Great War

by

Heather Webb, Hazel Gaynor, Beatriz Williams, Jennifer Robson, Jessica Brockmole, Kate Kerrigan, Evangeline Holland, Lauren Willig, Marci Jefferson

Top voices in historical fiction deliver an intensely moving collection of short stories about loss, longing, and hope in the aftermath of World War I —featuring bestselling authors such as Hazel Gaynor, Jennifer Robson, Beatriz Williams, and Lauren Willig and edited by Heather Webb.

A squadron commander searches for meaning in the tattered photo of a girl he’s never met…

A Belgian rebel hides from the world, only to find herself nursing the enemy…

A young airman marries a stranger to save her honor—and prays to survive long enough to love her…The peace treaty signed on November 11, 1918, may herald the end of the Great War but for its survivors, the smoke is only beginning to clear. Picking up the pieces of shattered lives will take courage, resilience, and trust.

Within crumbled city walls and scarred souls, war’s echoes linger. But when the fighting ceases, renewal begins…and hope takes root in a fall of poppies.

Win print copies of ‘After The War is Over‘, ‘A Memory of Violets‘ and ‘Land of Dreams‘ to celebrate ‘Fall of Poppies‘ here:

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Read an extract from the book

Excerpt from “Hour of the Bells”

A short story included in Fall of Poppies

Beatrix whisked around the showroom, feather duster in hand. Not a speck of dirt could remain or Joseph would be disappointed. The hour struck noon. A chorus of clocks whirred, their birds popping out from hiding to announce midday. Maidens twirled in their frocks with braids down their backs, woodcutters clacked their axes against pine, and the odd sawmill wheel spun in tune to the melody of a nursery rhyme. Two dozen cuckoos warbled and dinged, each crafted with loving detail by the same pair of hands—those with thick fingers and a steady grip.

Beatrix paused in her cleaning. One clock chimed to its own rhythm, apart from the others.

She could turn them off—the tinkling melodies, the incessant clatter of pendulums, wheels, and cogs, with the levers located near the weights—just as their creator had done before bed each evening, but she could not bring herself to do the same. To silence their music was to silence him, her husband, Joseph. The Great War had already done that; ravaged his gentle nature, stolen his final breath, and silenced him forever.

In a rush, Beatrix scurried from one clock to the next, assessing which needed oiling. With the final stroke of twelve, she found the offending clock. Its walnut face, less ornate than the others, had been her favorite, always. A winter scene displayed a cluster of snow-topped evergreens; rabbits and fawns danced in the drifts when the music began, and a scarlet cardinal dipped its head and opened its beak to the beauty of the music. The animals’ simplicity appealed to her now more than ever. With care, she removed the weights and pendulum, and unscrewed the back of the clock. She was grateful she had watched her husband tend to them so often. She could still see Joseph, blue eyes peering over his spectacles, focused on a figurine as he painted detailing on the linden wood. His patient hands had caressed the figures lovingly, as he had caressed her.

The memory of him sliced her open. She laid her head on the table as black pain stole over her body, pooling in every hidden pocket and filling her up until she could scarcely breathe.

“Give it time,” her friend Adelaide had said, as she set a basket of jam and dried sausages on the table; treasures in these times of rations, yet meager condolence for what Beatrix had lost.

“Time?” Beatrix had laughed, a hollow sound, and moved to the window overlooking the grassy patch of yard. The Vosges mountains rose in the distance, lording over the line between France and Germany along the battle front. Time’s passage never escaped her—not for a moment. The clocks made sure of it. There weren’t enough minutes, enough hours, to erase her loss.

As quickly as the grief came, it fled. Though always powerful, its timing perplexed her. Pain stole through the night, or erupted at unlikely moments, until she feared its onslaught the way others feared death. Death felt easier, somehow.

Beatrix raised her head and pushed herself up from the table to finish her task. Joseph would not want her to mourn, after two long years. He would want to see her strength, her resilience, especially for their son. She pretended Adrien was away at school, though he had enlisted, too. His enlistment had been her fault. A vision of her son cutting barbed wire, sleeping in trenches, and pointing a gun at another man reignited the pain and it began to pool again. She suppressed the horrid thoughts quickly, and locked them away in a corner of her mind.

With a light touch she cleaned the clock’s bellows and dials, and anointed its oil bath with a few glistening drops. Once satisfied with her work, she hung the clock in its rightful place above the phonograph, where a disk waited patiently on the spool. She spun the disk once and watched the printed words on its center blur. Adrien had played Quand Madelon over and over, belting out the patriotic lyrics in time with the music. To him, it was a show of his support for his country. To Beatrix it had been a siren, a warning her only son would soon join the fight. His father’s death was the final push he had needed. The lure of patrimoine, of country, throbbed inside of him as it did in other men. They talked of war as women spoke of tea sets and linens, yearned for it as women yearned for children. Now, the war had seduced her Adrien. She stopped the spinning disk and plucked it from its wheel, the urge to destroy it pulsing in her hands.

She must try to be more optimistic. Surely God would not take all she had left.

Reprinted Courtesy of HarperCollins Publishers

 

 

‘The Pact‘ by Christian Liberty Marshall is an exciting new series novel in eight episodes and is published twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays from 3rd August 2015, price £1.79 each. It would appeal to fans of Robert Ludlum’s ‘The Bourne Identity’, John Le Carre’s ‘The Spy Who Came In From The Cold’ and Daniel Silva’s ‘The Unlikely Spy’ and ‘Homeland’.

The series:

On a flight from New York to London, six ambitious twenty-somethings are each given an electronic tablet. Suddenly they are presented with all their personal statistics and a cool, female voice asks them to join The Nations’ Bureau of Security (NBS) to make the world a better place.
Eliska, Nick, Leah, Felicity, Paul and Jian are all connected in some way to The Syndicate, an international crime organization aimed at profiteering by keeping countries at war with one another. Their worlds collide when they are chosen and trained for one purpose: bringing The Syndicate down.
When a NBS agent is murdered shortly before their first assignment, the five remaining recruits quickly realize the agency they’re working for may not be as trustworthy as it seems. Can they stay alive long enough to uncover the truth? They make a pact: a pact to survive, no matter the cost, or the temptation to break it…

About Christian:

Christian Liberty Marshall is an American writer who is now based in Austria. He’s a musician with degrees from Vanderbilt University and University of Music and Performing Arts Graz. When he isn’t performing as a violist, he can be found teaching at the Popakademie Baden-Württemberg, writing educational material for children, or translating German literature.

I am delighted to have a guest post from Christian:

Dealing with ‘The Fly in the Ointment’

Before I began working on The Pact, I came up with a romantic daily schedule highlighting both my creativity and desire to maintain a healthy work/life balance. This short-lived dream had me waking up fully rested and enjoying a leisurely breakfast before turning on my laptop to “pen” the next several pages of the current episode. Hours would pass as witty dialogue and thrilling plot twists appeared on the screen word perfect.

Then I’d be interrupted (on schedule) by a friend asking me to grab lunch in the city, after which I’d run into another friend and—of course—have time for coffee. I would then be behind schedule, but that’d be OK, because the morning had been so productive. Racing home, I’d grab my swimsuit and head to the pool for my daily exercise. By the time I would arrive home in the late afternoon, I’d be ready to sit down for another hour and finish dictating whatever my muse had whispered to me while I’d been working on my Auerbach.

Though I’d love to tell you this dream came true twenty times a month, I can’t. And that’s because there is one uncontrollable factor in a writer’s work/life balance: the writing. Anne Lamott, author of Bird by Bird, refers to this as “the fly in the ointment,” and I couldn’t agree more. The best thing a writer can do is exercise the discipline needed to sit down, quiet his/her mind, and let the words come. And my hobbies, when not given the respect they deserve, tend to serve as a distraction and not as a reward, leaving me to stare in frustration at blank pages.

So how does one achieve the perfect work/life balance? I think it’s safe to say there’s no single right answer, but I can tell you what I find to be helpful for me.

My first step is to eliminate the feeling of unfinished work, because “unfinished work” has the power to gnaw at my mind 24/7, making virtually everything unenjoyable. And the easiest way to eliminate “unfinished work” is to give yourself short assignments, to avoid biting off more than you can chew. (Another piece of wisdom gleaned from Anne Lamott.) The easiest way for me to do this is with numbers. Sometimes it’s 350 words. Other times it’s three pages. And even sometimes it’s five minutes. Because setting a goal and reaching it is the easiest way to build confidence as a writer, clean your conscience, and—most importantly—remain sane.

Then, once I’ve done my work and have reached my goal, I treat my hobby as a reward. And I give it the respect it deserves by enjoying it fully. I don’t cut corners and say “just half an hour this time,” or “I spent an hour on this yesterday, I can’t afford losing so much time today,” or “No, it’s OK, I need to write. You guys go and have fun without me.” By saying such things, I often end up cranky, alone, and writing sentences with about as much life as a wilted salad.

Finally, when it’s time to return to the craft of writing, I give myself another short assignment, diving in with a fresh perspective from a rested mind.

While I can’t say this plan is foolproof, I can say it makes me a much happier and healthier writer, inside and out. And I think my characters and hobbies would agree.

‘The Pact’ is Christian’s first serial novel and he is available for interview by contacting Sophie Goodfellow on sophie@edpr.co.uk or Hayley Steed on hayley@edpr.co.uk. You can also request review copies and further information.

 

When I was asked by a man who has toured the world playing over 4000 gigs and touring with Neil Diamond in 2015, if I wanted to read his book in return for an honest review I was sceptical. It would be a boring monologue of ‘I’m a famous musician and this is why I’m so great’. But Bill Cinque sent me a sample and I was hooked. Nothing could be further from the truth (although if I were his wife, I wouldn’t let him listen to music in the car!).

‘The Amazing Adventures of a Marginally Successful Musician’ shows that Bill Cinque is an entertainer in more ways than one. This is a really funny and interesting read. Indeed, Bill is often quite self deprecating which makes reading his book even more endearing. His story is based on his life as a musician because he ‘figured no one was interested in a book called ‘Why Jennifer Anniston Won’t Return My calls’ and he thought he should write what he knows.

It’s easy to dip in and out of this book as the chapters are succinct and full of what is, albeit often tongue in cheek in presentation, very good advice for aspiring musicians. Most chapters have a pithy final ‘BOTTOM LINE’ in which Bill might reinforce (or totally undermine) what he’s just said. I found myself laughing aloud frequently. A flavour of what you might expect is a comment he makes about Brian the banjo player; ‘Now we can’t afford to get rid of him. I’m taking my cue from Brian. I hope my belly dancing is as readily accepted as his banjo playing..’ There are absorbing autobiographical elements too that give a real insight into Bill’s personality. Reading ‘The Amazing Adventures of a Marginally Successful Musician’ has made me wish I had Bill Cinque as a friend.

Bill covers every element of what is needed to succeed in the music business from the different instruments to singers, flyers, producers, and ‘Ten Reasons Your Girlfriend Shouldn’t Come to the Gig’ and I think anyone who’s ever dreamed of being rich and famous could learn from Bill’s sagacity – as could thousands of teenagers practising and sending their parents mad in garages all over the world.

Whilst the majority of the book is genuinely funny and entertaining, a couple of chapters also have a more serious tone, particularly those dealing with alcohol or when Bill is describing his own emotions and feelings after gigs.

I’m not a lover of autobiographical writing, and I’m not especially interested in the music business, but I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I didn’t read it all in one go and think I enjoyed it more by reading a few chapters at a time.

If you want to know more about Bill, be warned, you might never be the same again if you visit his web site, but as he says at the end of ‘The Amazing Adventures of a Marginally Successful Musician’ , ‘Feel free to contact me…’

http://www.billcinque.com/about.html

You can download a free sample of the book here http://www.billcinque.com/book.html

The book can be bought here (and in other outlets)

http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/Products/SKU-000115858/THE-AMAZING-ADVENTURES-OF-A-MARGINALLY-SUCCESSFUL-MUSICIAN.aspx

I am hugely indebted to http://www.goodreads.com for my copy of ‘Skin’ by Ilka Tampke. It is published by Hodder and Stoughton on August 6th 2015.

In AD 28 Ailia is left as a foundling on the doorstep of the Tribequeen’s kitchen. Taken in by Cookmother, Ailia can never truly be part of society because she does not know the skin to which she belongs. It is skin that holds this ancient world together. As she grows up, the Roman Empire threatens her people more and more until Ailia gradually learns her destiny.

I don’t particularly like books with an ancient history setting. Nor do I usually like books with a fantasy or mystical element. So why then, given that it has both elements, did I think Ilka Tampke’s novel ‘Skin’ was amazing?

The writing in ‘Skin’ is enthralling. It mesmerises the reader with a hypnotic rhythm to the narrative so that the songs, events and rituals become completely believable, adding layer upon layer to the textures of the story. Descriptions seemed to tingle on my skin as I read and I was drawn into the narrative in the same way Ailia is drawn into the worlds she encounters. I wanted to quote an example, but not a word is wasted and any quotation would spoil the plot and the enjoyment of other readers. It is as if the novel is a natural part of the traditions it describes.

I loved the tenets that began each chapter, hinting what might happen. The plot is also so skilfully constructed that, without giving anything away, ‘Skin’ did not end as I anticipated. I also found it both heartbreaking and uplifting.

The characters, particularly of Ailia, Cookmother and Fraid are perfectly drawn. This is a novel with strong, determined women at its centre regardless of their place in society. I think it is the quality of dialogue which helps to create the naturalness of the characters. Speech feels absolutely right for the setting and the era.

Themes in ‘Skin’ would have been relevant to the well researched time in which it is set, but still have total resonance today. Love, deception, hate, revenge, the need to belong, family and learning make ‘Skin’ such a captivating read.

I loved ‘Skin’ by Ilka Tamke. I think it would be perfect reading for anyone who has ever questioned their own position in the world, for all young women and for everyone who simply enjoys a brilliantly written story.

I am immensely grateful to Frances Gough at Headline for a review copy of ‘The Protector’ by S J Deas in return for an honest opinion. It was published in hardback on 30th July 2015.

William Falkland is desperate to find his wife and children whom he has lost following the Civil War in 1640s England. Creator of the New Model Army, Oliver Cromwell, however, has other ideas for him and sets William the task of finding John Milton’s missing sister Anne. So begins an adventure of treachery, danger and frustrations.

I was captivated from the first sentence of this novel. It is completely accessible but at the same time totally authentic in its portrayal of England in 1646. The dialogue conveys the period so realistically but still feels entirely natural to the modern ear. What works so well is the attention to detail so that all the senses are treated to a wide range of descriptions, placing the reader at the scene in an immersive experience. It is so easy to visualise because of the skilful writing and I could easily see ‘The Protector’ as a film or television series.

The first person narrative makes the writing somehow intimate, as if you’re reading William Falkland’s private diary. This makes his character so interesting and lifelike. It is as if he’s a microcosm of the era, wrestling with his conscience, sometimes being brutal and occasionally tender. Whilst William is created by Stephen Deas, other characters are historical and the quality of research to create a seamless balance between fact and fiction is outstanding. It’s one of the elements that make this such a brilliant read. S J Deas illustrates a passion for, and perfect knowledge about, the era. I had no idea, before reading this, that Milton had a missing sister.

However, where ‘The Protector’ really triumphs, is in the storytelling itself. The plot is rapid and exhilarating to read with twists and subtle hints so that this is a hugely satisfying thriller as well as an historical novel.

Although this is the second novel, after ‘The Royalist’, to feature William Falkland, it is a perfect stand alone read. I haven’t read the first but I will do as soon as I can. I found ‘The Protector’ exciting, authentic and totally absorbing. A brilliant must read.

I am absolutely thrilled to be hosting a guest post by Sarah Hilary for her fabulous novel ‘No Other Darkness’.

About Sarah:

Sarah Hilary has worked as a bookseller, and with the Royal Navy.

Her debut novel, ‘Someone Else’s Skin‘, the first of the Marnie Rome series, won the Theakstons Crime Novel of the Year 2015. It was the Observer’s Book of the Month (described as ‘superbly disturbing’), a Richard and Judy Book Club bestseller, and has been published worldwide.

‘No Other Darkness‘, the second in the series, is out now. The Marnie Rome series is being developed for television.

In this guest post, Sarah tells us what it is like to be a crime writer and we find that crime writers have a devious sense of humour! 

The Secret Life of a Crime Writer 

by Sarah Hilary

How do you like your crime writers? Hardboiled with our collars turned up against a brickwall, or scowling into shot glasses in the dark corners of a dodgy bar? Hunched over typewriters maybe, with our shadows leaning in across our shoulders… We’re a moody, brooding bunch—right? Our minds full of nightmares and bloody thoughts.

Well, maybe there’s something in that last bit. But really? We’re some of the nicest, most normal people you’ll meet. Well-adjusted, even. When we hang out in bars we do so in groups and you’ll hardly ever catch us scowling, except when we have a deadline or an onset of edits. And then we usually end up having an online chinwag with other crime writers, swapping stories about deadlines and edits or funny stuff our kids did, or the strange looks we got when we said out loud the things we should’ve kept inside our heads (or our books).

Since I’ve become a crime writer, I’ve made some amazing friends. I’ve been supported, cheered and consoled by other writers whose generosity has humbled me and whose sick sense of humour makes me feel a million times better about my own.

(Q. What’s red and green and silver? A. A zombie with forks in its eyes.)

I’m often asked if I read crime books for pleasure or only for work, and whether I avoid reading crime when I’m writing. I couldn’t avoid reading crime if you paid me. I love it too much. Love the shape and strangeness and the comfort of it. Of being immersed in a genre which so poetically and completely captures what it means to be human in this odd, mad, scary world we inhabit.

Crime fiction, at its best, is more honest and more subversive than any other form of fiction. I bloody love writing it, and I love reading it. I love the people who’re writing it—they’re my dear odd, mad, scary friends.

Readers of crime fiction are smart and inquisitive and won’t ever let you off a hook. All writing is a collaboration between writer and reader — a delicious dance or a hunt, perhaps — and crime fiction tops the lot. We may lay the scent and lure the reader in, but the real magic takes place in our reader’s head. That’s where the shadows become a hot spill of blood and the light scalps men into monsters.

I love the inside of a crime reader’s head. I wouldn’t trust Marnie and Noah to anyone else’s safe keeping.

If I’ve shattered any illusions about the secret life of a crime writer, just remember that the other thing we’re really, really good at is lying.

Right now I might be scowling into a shot glass in a neon-lit bar with a brickwall at my back and a dead body buried back home.

You’re the reader—you get to choose.

You can follow Sarah on Twitter at @Sarah_Hilary

Sarah’s blog can be found here: http://sarah-crawl-space.blogspot.co.uk/

You can also find Sarah on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Sarah.Hilary.Author?fref=ts

I was fortunate to receive a copy of ‘Devastation Road’ from the author himself in return for an honest review via #BookConnectors. It is released in hardback on July 30th 2015 by Scribner UK, part of the Simon and Schuster Uk group.

At the end of the Second World War a man awakens injured and confused in a field, wearing ill fitting clothes . He has no idea who he is or where he has come from. ‘Devastation Road’ is the story of how he finds who he really is.

‘Devastation Road’ is a stunning read. Although this era has been used many times, this book provides a totally new perspective and approach so that it is utterly captivating. As I read I felt I wanted the narrative to conclude so I knew what happened, but at the same time didn’t want it to end because I found the writing so affecting. The narrative is rather like a flower that unfurls petal by petal, as Owen’s memories return, to create a work of beauty.

This is such an intelligent book. The title ‘Devastation Road’ has multiple meanings from the literal, physical devastation of war as refugees caravan their way along the road, to the emotional and psychological devastation of memory and identity so that the reader begins to question how they may have behaved in similar circumstances.

This is a very visual narrative with settings so vivid they place the reader at the scene with the characters. I thought not translating Janek’s Czech words was perfect, giving the reader the same fragmentary and confusing experience as Owen.

As the truth about Owen’s journey was gradually revealed I found myself completely empathising with him. He is by no means a perfect person and this makes him all the more real and engaging.

‘Devastation Road’ ranks with the best books I have read since starting this blog. If readers have enjoyed, for example, the Pat Barker ‘Regeneration’ series or Sebastian Faulks’ ‘Birdsong’ then they will adore ‘Devastation Road’. I cannot recommend it highly enough.

I was fortunate to receive an advanced reader copy of ‘Fifty Shades of Roxie Brown’ by Lynda Renham from Andrew Cook at Raucous Publishing in exchange for an honest review. It is out in e-book today, 28th July 2015, and paperback in August.

Roxie Brown works as a cleaner for the gorgeous Ark Morgan about whom she has several ’50 Shades’ style fantasies. Unfortunately for Roxie, her boyfriend is not Ark Morgan, but Arsenal obsessed Darren. When she is given predictions about her future by The Great Zehilda, on a girls’ night out, Roxie doesn’t believe a word of what she says. Maybe she should. When Roxie casually looks though Darren’s telescope she becomes embroiled in a crime adventure that isn’t going to make life any easier. Roxie needs to get her murderer and her man. The trouble is, she’s not sure which is which.

‘Fifty Shades of Roxie Brown’ is entertaining from beginning to end. I found myself laughing aloud at several points as there are misunderstandings, double entendres, quips and farcical situations throughout. I made me think of a ‘Fawlty Towers’ in book form.

The use of the first person continuous present tense gives a vibrant immediacy to the writing so that it is as if Roxie is recounting the story to you as a reader directly with a kind of breathless urgency that matches the pace of the plot. Events pile up with real speed and lead to a highly satisfying conclusion.

I did think that some of the characters were a little stereotypical, especially Felix, but then they are exactly what readers of this romantic comedy genre would expect and want. The interplay between Felix, Sylvie and Roxie leads to some of the funniest moments. Speech is natural and engaging so that you feel as if you’re eavesdropping a set of slightly insane friends as you read.

I think those who’ve read and enjoyed books like Amy Lynch’s ‘Bride Without A Groom’ and want their romance laced with drama and humour would really enjoy ‘Fifty Shades of Roxie Brown’.

You can buy ‘Fifty Shades of Roxie Brown here:

Amazon UK:    http://amzn.to/1VFVcwA

Amazon USA: http://amzn.to/1JFa5pK

Waterstones UK:  http://bit.ly/1MqR8w8