24 April 2023

Evy Journey, The Golden Manuscripts A Novel @Bookgal @therealbookgal Book Spotlight and Interview!

 

Clarissa Martinez, a biracial young woman, has lived in seven different countries by the time she turns twenty. She thinks it’s time to settle in a place she could call home. But where?

She joins a quest for the provenance of stolen illuminated manuscripts, a medieval art form that languished with the fifteenth-century invention of the printing press. For her, these ancient manuscripts elicit cherished memories of children’s picture books her mother read to her, nourishing a passion for art.

Though immersed in art, she’s naïve about life. She’s disheartened and disillusioned by the machinations the quest reveals of an esoteric, sometimes unscrupulous art world. What compels individuals to steal artworks, and conquerors to plunder them from the vanquished? Why do collectors buy artworks for hundreds of millions of dollars? Who decides the value of an art piece and how?

And she wonders—will this quest reward her with a sense of belonging, a sense of home?


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Interview: Evy Journey, The Golden Manuscripts: A Novel

On writing:


How did you do research for your book?

I wrote a paper on illuminated manuscripts decades ago. But recent research usually uncovers previously unknown facts, and the scope of this book goes beyond manuscripts, so I read more books and articles and watched relevant documentaries. I also surveyed my email list to learn what and how many readers know or have read about illuminated manuscripts.


Where do you get inspiration for your stories?

My author website tagline reads “I see, I listen, I think. Therefore, I write.” I live in a multicultural region where my reality consists of stories of the “Other”—multiracial or transcultural characters navigating separate “realities.” I’ve packaged my stories of the “Other” into a series (Between Two Worlds) of standalone books, each of which delves into a specific subject that interests me—for The Golden Manuscript, it’s art.


What makes your book different from other fiction on art, artists, and art heists?

Few novels focus on illuminated manuscripts, especially stolen ones. This story is inspired by real events and goes deeper into motives other than financial gain for art thievery. It gives a glimpse into an esoteric art world, and of medieval manuscripts as  precursors to today’s picture books.


Your book is set mainly in the Bay Area, but also includes scenes in Paris. Have you ever been to these places?

I’ve lived in different cities in California including the SF Bay Area and stayed for two to six months in Paris across several years. I presume to know these places fairly well.


Do you have another profession besides writing?

I researched, evaluated, and helped develop mental health programs. But I’ve always wanted to write fiction, a youthful dream my parents nixed..


How long have you been writing?

At least 50% of my time in previous jobs was devoted to writing proposals and reports. Before that, I wrote short stories for a school paper, term papers, a thesis, a dissertation. If you include those, then I’d say I’ve been writing a long time. As far as published fiction is concerned—twelve years.


What is your next project?

How about a novel on Edouard Manet (“father” of modern art, Le Dejeuner Sur L’herbe) and Berthe Morisot, one of very few female Impressionist painters? Were they more than friends, or was he just a mentor/painter to her student/muse? She eventually married his brother. If I find enough intrigue in what’s been written about them, I’ll be sorely tempted.


What genre do you write and why?

The freedom self-publishing gives me is that I can mix genres—a little mystery, a little romance, women’s issues, family life—all in one novel. So I say I write literary because it can accommodate all those, and it lets you probe into the inner lives of characters. Lately, I’ve woven well-researched real events into my fiction that I hope would raise a question or two in readers’ minds.


What is the last great book you’ve read?

It’s still Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See, which I read in 2015. I’ve read a number of good books since, including Doerr’s latest, but this to me is still tops.


What were the biggest rewards and challenges with writing your book?

My research taught me a lot; entertained me, too. Both are big pluses. The challenge was taking care not to get mired in facts that would bore readers and disrupt the flow of the narrative. I also wanted believable, relatable characters with issues of their own other than the search for who stole the manuscripts.


In one sentence, what was the road to publishing like?

Relatively easy, because I‘ve self-published, and there are plentiful beta readers and editors who help in the process. 


Which authors inspired you to write?

Austen and Dostoevsky—writers from my youth whose books I’ve read several times.  Ms. Austen might be an obvious inspiration. Dostoevsky nurtures my characters’ existential angst, as well as mine.


What is something you had to cut from your book that you wish you could have kept?

The chapter before the Epilogue was supposed to show the male character, in his POV, disclosing his feelings for Clarissa, and what happens  after she kisses him. More intimate and a bit sexy, it’s part emotional hook/part deeper characterization, but I decided it would distract from the story’s main themes and is out of sync with the story presentation. And why not leave something for the reader’s imagination? So, I excised it before I sent my draft to the editor.


On rituals:


Where do you write?

Usually, on a long window seat with a laptop on a lap tray. I can get a relaxing view while thinking through the scene I’m writing. 


What is your writing schedule?

I tend to write in the dead of night. I’m a nocturnal animal who doesn’t get to bed until two a.m. when I’m working on a novel.


In today’s tech savvy world, most writers use a computer or laptop. Have you ever written parts of your book on paper?

I have, but rarely. I’ve been wedded to a computer since grad school.


Fun stuff:


Favorite travel spot?

That’s easy: Paris.


Favorite dessert?

Macarons.


If you were stuck on a deserted island, which 3 books would you want with you? 

Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice; Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See; and Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.


What’s the scariest thing that ever happened to you? 

I was in an accident that killed three people. An oncoming drunk driver on Highway 12 (going to the Napa Valley) veered into our lane and struck the two cars in front of me. I stepped on my brakes as I watched the first car flip up in the air. Braking just in time, I still hit the second car, but only had fender damage. I got PTSD and had to go into therapy for a few weeks.


Any hobbies? 

When I’m not writing, I do art—from portraits to still life in different media, though lately, I’m hooked on digital “painting.” 


What is something you've learned about yourself during the pandemic?

Writing, art, and music helped me survive being alone and lonely, at least during the early days of the pandemic when I had to isolate from everyone. Now, being alone doesn’t feel so bad.


What TV series are you currently binge watching?

Lupin, about a charismatic thief. This French series is a take-off on an early 1900s set of novels featuring Arsène Lupin, a gentleman thief, written by Maurice LeBlanc. I’m waiting for the third season.


What song is currently playing on a loop in your head?

Not a song, but a particular classical piece: Krystian Zimerman’s rendition of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto #2, maybe because it was one of my husband’s favorites, and I’ve played it countless times.


Tell us about your longest friendship.

My husband’s. We were good friends before we were lovers and continued to be, as partners in marriage. 


Any encounters with celebrities?

I talked (kind of) to Francis Ford Coppola, dapper in a light brown linen suit, sitting by himself outside a café next to the short-stay apartment we were renting in Paris. I wrote about the encounter on my author website. 

Teensy excerpts: “Polite in that guarded celebrity way, he doesn’t encourage much interaction, but doesn’t shrink from it, either.

Hero-worship shining in my eyes, I say, “I think you’re the best director America has seen in a while. I love your movies, especially Apocalypse Now.”

He smiles patiently, mumbles something nice and inconsequential. After a few more inane remarks, we realize we must leave him in peace so he can enjoy pretending he’s like everyone else who visits Paris.”



Evy Journey writes. Stories and blog posts. Novels that tend to cross genres. She’s also a wannabe artist, and a flâneuse. 


Evy studied psychology (M.A., University of Hawaii; Ph.D. University of Illinois). So her fiction spins tales about nuanced characters dealing with contemporary life issues and problems. She believes in love and its many faces. 


Her one ungranted wish: To live in Paris where art is everywhere and people have honed aimless roaming to an art form. She has visited and stayed a few months at a time. 


Website: https://evyjourney.net

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ejourneywriter/

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Join us for the cover reveal of Handfast by Tricia T. LaRochelle. Fans who love romantic suspense will sink their teeth into this steamy, new adult romance. Keep scrolling for more details about the third installment in the Sara Browne Series.

Title: Handfast

Author: Tricia T. LaRochelle

Release Date: 05/22/2023

Genres: New Adult Romance/Romantic Suspense

Page Count: TBD

Trope: Reluctant Hero, Soulmates, Trapped, Dark Secret, Redemption, Estranged Family Member

 
Three years after her freshman year from hell, Sara graduates college a stronger and more well-balanced woman. Her relationship with Scott is strong, their future together bright. If only her parents could be there to join in the celebration. Just when she thinks the craziness of the past is finally over—and for good—a mysterious stranger shows up at her graduation, turning Sara’s world upside down. This man may just be the answer to her prayers or another devastating blow to her already traumatic life.

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  Since she was a little girl, Tricia T. LaRochelle has been obsessed with tragic love stories. No beach reads for her. Bring on the grit with a double side of turmoil. She likes to feel the character’s anguish as they fight to overcome obstacles to be together. Growing up in central Vermont, she has seen her share of tragedy but remains a hopeful romantic. She now lives in Central Virginia where she continues to foster the possibilities of how love can conquer all. Flickering Heart is the first book in the Sara Browne Series. Stay tuned for updates and announcements on Instagram, and Twitter, or sign up for her email list at TriciaLaRochelle.com.

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23 April 2023

Through the Veneer of Time by Vera Bell Book Review!

 

THEN: A medieval noblewoman. A hot-headed Irish king. A brutal mercenary.

NOW: A haunted mural painter. A stumped FBI agent. A relentless serial killer.

How far would you go to fulfill your bloodcurdling ancient vow?

If not for “The Ghost”—her FBI husband’s gruesome case—Siena Forte’s life would have been perfect. But not when the D.C. serial killer is hunting women like her, and when her husband is so unsettled by this case, he refuses to discuss it. It’s a miracle her art career is thriving at all. And not only her career.

When Siena lands a medieval mural commission at the National Gallery of Art, she discovers a bizarre knack for astral projecting to her past life. In a lucky strike, her visions of love and prominence in medieval Ireland are just the creative inspiration she seeks.

What Siena doesn’t know is her vivid depiction of the past exposes her to someone she has met before—the serial killer, reborn in this century just like her. But when a vicious attack from the past reverberates into the present, Siena’s life unravels in a chilling parallel.

Silenced and alone, she discovers the true reason for her visions. They’re not the creative inspiration they seemed, but a harbinger of her centuries-old revenge vow, and the killer cannot be stopped until she fulfills it. But there is another person from the past with unfinished business—her husband. And another unwelcome déjà vu—their crumbling marriage, once again precipitated by the serial killer’s crime.

Does Siena have what it takes to carry out her ancient vow?


Vera Bell is the author of the time-travel romantic suspense trilogy Always & Forever, set in sixteenth-century Ireland and present-day United States. Book One, Through the Veneer of Time, is her debut novel. Besides being a writer, she is a wife to her high-school sweetheart, a mother to two teenagers and one fur baby, a former commercial artist and boutique owner, and a member of the Historical Novel Society, Women's Fiction Writers Association, and Romance Writers of America. Her favorite place to write is on her porch, overlooking a pond lined with river birches and magnolias. The topics she never tires of are Ireland, past lives, and love that transcends time and space.

Physical. Sexual. Mental.
Crimes against women take different forms,
but the ultimate effect on the survivors is always the same: lasting damage.
How lasting?
Some women learn to live with it. Some do their best to cope and move on.
But for others, the only way out is through settling the score.
Even if it takes more than one lifetime.
Even if they don’t know it yet.
In this life, my name is Siena Forte Casey.
This is my story.


There is a serial killer on the loose in D.C, and her husband is on the case it is a gruesome one and the parallels to Sienna are eery. The killer is murdering young women and her husband refuses to talk to Sienna about the murders. 

Sienna is an artist and is commissioned to do a medieval mural at The National Gallery of Art. The painting starts to resemble the dreams that she has been having. Are the dreams based on a past life, or just figments of her imagination? They are based in Ireland in medieval times and have a lot of elements of war. Soon Sienna is not able to tell whether the dreams are real or not.

Someone is out to get her, and more women die as the investigation goes on, Sienna realizes that it is her that the medieval king is after her husband. The story is told from Sienna's aspect but her husband also plays a big part. I loved the back and forth between medieval Ireland and to present.

I have always loved a time travel story, and this one is no exception. Well researched but with a warning about sexual abuse, so if this triggers you in any way please be advised. I really enjoyed this novel, as I do anything Irish, it is fun for a character to be brought back in time so this book was a great one for me. 

I give it 5 stars and hope to read more by Vera Bell!








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Fae Heir
Lucia Ashta


(Royals of Embermere, #1)
Publication date: April 19th 2023
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Win the trials, earn a crown—or fail and lose everything.

The heir of Embermere has unexpectedly died, and now a new prince and princess must be crowned.

I’ve been hiding out with the dragons, but then mysterious fae show up at the dragons’ stronghold and abduct me at the King’s command.

The royals of Embermere are hosting the Fae Heir Trials to find their successors. The winners will marry and become the next to rule the fae lands. Turns out I’m the King’s illegitimate daughter and the wicked queen intends to kill me off during the challenges.

I find myself thrust into a barbaric tournament where death is all but guaranteed. I’m competing against the most gorgeous, deadly fae warriors of the realm. Determined, agile men who’ve been training to claim this chance all their lives—including clan leader Rush Vega.

Rush Vega is the Crown’s favorite, devastatingly charming and dangerously tempting. His combat skills and dark secrets will be my undoing. With my survival on the line, my heart must resist his pull and those intriguing moonlight eyes. He’s the queen’s spy, and that makes him my number one enemy.

My life might have become a game of savage brutality, but the Queen of Embermere underestimated me.

I was born a fighter. And I intend to win.

Note: Fae Heir begins the Royals of Embermere series, which is romantic fantasy intended for a mature audience. Each individual book ends on a cliffhanger, but the series concludes with an uplifting and satisfying ending.

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“And you should be more aware if you wish to survive the tournament … intact.

”I scraped the tip of the sword I’d pointed at him across his junk, which bunched beneath a layer of tunic and breeches. And though my touch was soft as a feather, he jumped back as if I’d punched him, dropping his own sword to his side.

 “What the f*ck?” he snarled, his eyes flaring. I batted my lashes at him, a picture of innocence as pure as freshly fallen snow.

 “Enlighten me, teacher. I thought that in a match of life or death, I should press every advantage at my disposal.”

 “This isn’t a lethal fight.

”With his shoulders tight with anger, he appeared even more dangerous than usual. I pushed off from the railing.

 “But that’s what we’re here preparing for. No one, not even you, thinks I’ll get out of the Gladius stage alive.” 

He glared at me. “See? You don’t even deny it.”

 “Still. There are some things you just don’t do.” I laughed.

 “Why not? Is your c*ck a sacred, bejeweled wand?” He stomped toward me.

 “Damn right, it is. And you’d better f*cking remember that from here on out.” 

I craned my neck back to look up at him.

 “Does it wear a crown upon its precious head?”

I hadn’t meant to taunt him, but it seemed I couldn’t help myself.


Lucía Ashta is the Amazon top 20 bestselling author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and paranormal women's fiction filled with wild magic, spicy romance, and quirky characters that make you snort-laugh.

A former attorney and architect, she’s an Argentinian-American who lives in North Carolina’s Smoky Mountains with her husband and daughters.

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Title:  Almost Famous

Author: Jim Elledge

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: 04/18/2023

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: No Romance, Male/Male

Length: 91900

Genre: Historical, historical, crime, ménage, gay, performance arts, blue collar, criminals, cross-dressing, humorous, law enforcement, lawyers, musicians, religion, sex industry

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One steamy June night in 1925, a woman shot an insurance exec to death. After ten women were arrested and, ultimately, released, a late-night tip led police to Norma West. Although she didn’t look like the shooter, the exec’s widow swore Norma was the murderer—just as she had sworn all ten of the other women were her husband’s killer. Police charged her with the crime after her jailor noticed her five o’clock shadow. The DA banked on the jury convicting a “third-sexer,” whether guilty or not.

Missing her gig as a local cabaret chanteuse, Norma acted outrageously, flirting and camping it up with the reporters who stampeded her cell hoping for a scoop. One, Paul Sammy, a straight tabloid hack, decided to write her biography full of lies and half truths, hoping its popularity would give him a leg up at his paper. Drop-dead gorgeous Victor Winchester, who was tired of defending prostitutes for mafia-supported pimps, offered to defend her for the free publicity her clowning—and notoriety—provoked. Norma became a cause célèbre among Chicago’s fairies, flappers, and sheiks; her trial a circus trigged by her antics; and her fate as much a product of Sammy’s fantastical biography as Victor Winchester’s legal hocus-pocus.

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Jim Elledge © 2023
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Norma’s first set had gone swell. The audiences at the Cat’s Pajamas liked the jazzier numbers, nothing by Rudy Vallée or any of the sentimental boys. They wanted songs with a bit of oomph and a generous splash of blue.

“I’m a Jazz Vampire” had become her signature number, and she knocked them out earlier tonight when she let down her hair and growled:

It’s easy to see.

Try as they might to fight it,

the men swarm after me.

I never leave them unkissed

’cause none can resist

aaaaaa jazz vampire.

She swung her hips. Her bosoms followed all on their own. Caught by the spotlight, the silver beads on the black fabric of her dress glittered like the Milky Way.

But now, in the tiny room the women performers used, one after another, as a dressing room, she took a breather between sets. Dressing room. What a laugh. A broom closet came closer to describing it. She hung her dresses on one of the nails in the wall to her left. Two sawhorses with a board across them and a scrap of mirror leaning against the wall served as a vanity. A naked light bulb with a pull chain dangled from the ceiling over the board. Class. Real class.

At least she had a stage and an audience.

The P.J. Orchestra blared as another woman belted out a number. Orchestra. That’s about as funny as dressing room. But that’s what they called themselves, an orchestra. Norma thought a four-piece band was too skimpy for such a grandiose word. Still, they were as good as it got in a joint like the Cat’s Pajamas. The boys kept up with all the hits, too, and had all of Marion Harris’s numbers down pat. She covered the star’s biggest hits, like “I’m Nobody’s Baby” and “I Ain’t Got Nobody,” and a few by other recording artists in her first set. She liked to strut to Mamie Smith’s “You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down,” adding “but I can sure keep him up” here and there to Smith’s lyrics. Norma always made a song her own.

Her favorite songs told the same story with minor differences: a woman aches for her man, but he’s not around, and she suspects he’s romancing another woman. Sometimes she kills the other woman. Sometimes she kills the man. She’s always caught, tried, convicted, and sings about her sorry state while locked up on death row.

But her audiences—all men with, sometimes, a handful of women—wanted the rawer songs that lent themselves to all sorts of boob-and-butt twists. They ate it up in healthy portions, with a spoon.

Norma adored all the women who sang their hearts out on the radio and on records, all jazz-filled, jazz-lived. Except for one. She hated everything that bitch Fanny Brice sang. Fanny! Why not call yourself Assy Brice or Butty Brice? That would make as much goddamned sense as Fanny!

Norma sang two sets each of the nights that she worked, Wednesdays and Thursdays, from nine o’clock to ten and again eleven to midnight. Bigger names than hers took over the stage on Fridays and Saturdays. Between her sets, other acts kept the customers entertained. They were all singers too, of course. Solos, duets, trios—all accompanied by the orchestra: a piano, trumpet, clarinet, and drums. After finishing her last set, she and the other legit acts scrammed, and strippers took over the stage until closing at four o’clock. She always tried to leave shortly after midnight. Bernie, the stage manager, never even tries to hide his leer when he tells her good night. What would she want with small fry like him? When she goes fishing, she trawls for the big boys with the big jobs and the bigger bank accounts. A real three-course meal, that’s what she called them, not a snack like Bernie.

Besides, she needed to hurry home. She had Frank to take care of.

And Jenny.

A pitiful excuse for a man, Frank didn’t know how to take a piss on his own. He called himself an automobile mechanic but hadn’t worked in ten years. Maybe longer. Jenny wasn’t much better. Helpless, the both of them. Like babes in the woods. That’s the real reason they were with her. Norma had no illusions about relationships. You had to get something out of being with someone, or why bother? She paid the rent, fed them, clothed them, and got them out of the apartment for fresh air once in a while. If she wasn’t in their lives, God knows where they would be. Frank in a grave. Jenny knocked up, more than once by now, diseased, and on her way to the grave too.

Frank was knee-deep in the grave already. Junkies don’t last long. Their skin goes ashen and weird to the touch. Their eyes get dull and blind-like unless the junkie drops heroin in them. That makes them glisten, as vivid as the hallucinations lurking behind them, eager to get out once the needle goes in. Frank would skip a week’s worth of grub without a second thought for half a hypo of the stuff. The morgues were full of junkies. Constellations of track marks covered the obvious, and all-too-often not-so-obvious, places on their bodies. Frank hid his between his balls and asshole.

She saved Frank from dying on the streets years ago. Lucky Frank.

Cute, petite Jenny was a whole other matter, but she got to the point where she took a liking to the stuff, too, and couldn’t resist a needle. Still, you had to hand it to the kid. She kicked the habit cold turkey, even if she almost died in the process. Frank would never be as brave—or as stubborn.

Jenny had a schoolgirl’s charm, even if she hadn’t seen the inside of a classroom for years. Her porcelain skin subtracted a decade off the date on her birth certificate, and she became popular with the type of man who turned into a slobbering pig when she walked into a room wearing a little girl’s ruffled pinafore and a big pink bow in her hair. Plenty of houses would offer a girl with her looks and talent a large cut of what she brought in, not the trifle most girls got, to make sure she didn’t stray to another house, but Jenny didn’t work for any of them anymore.

Not long after they met, Norma took charge, arranging everything for her. Jenny worked the occasional party with big shots from out of town or with city hall’s bigwigs with a penchant for the underage. French. That’s all Norma allowed now. She didn’t want a brat in the apartment, its screams and shitty diapers all over the place, or for Jenny to bleed to death from a botched fix-it. Norma had already invested too much money in her to let that happen. Besides, men paid big bucks for French, as rare in the bedrooms of Chicago’s happily married as a real French whore in its bordellos. Jenny’s ticket these days was French from a schoolgirl. She made a killing. Norma’s cut wasn’t half bad.

Most girls, even the ones in the best houses—those with thick carpets on the floors, a piano in the drawing room, servants in livery—don’t last long either. Junkies and whores: lives that burn bright for a few years, then pft! Despite the legends that ran rampant among the working girls, none had a snowball’s chance in hell of meeting the man of their dreams who would sweep them off their feet, turn a blind eye to their sordid history, and flip the quickie they were having into a honeymoon.

Norma gave Frank and Jenny stability in their lives and a chance to survive in one fashion or another. Sure, she bought Frank his stuff and even experimented once herself. She tried a drop or two in her eyes. The high it gave her with one hand stole her self-control with the other, and that made her vulnerable, an easy target for the cops and the wise guys who were always trying to muscle in on a good thing when they found it. She fought its allure for months.

So what if Jenny still worked? She worked for Norma once a week, maybe twice, and none of that crazy stuff like at other houses. Norma kept her safe. Norma kept all her girls safe.

Norma made all the difference in the world to both of them, but they never showed her an ounce of gratitude. Never a thank-you or a surprise bauble in return, just take, take, take. That’s what you get from a junkie and a whore, a whole truckload of nothing!

And Lord, they fought! They argued day in, day out. One would leave a pair of shoes in the hall, the other would stumble on them and blow up. Or one would snatch up the last slice of cake or pie, and angry words would turn into slaps and tears into bruises. They burned with jealousy when Norma paid the least bit more attention to one than the other. The one who smarted over being ignored would explode into threats and obscenities, and the two were at each other’s throats, fangs and claws bared, fists swinging.

Norma stepped in and reminded each of them about the many times she put him or her into the center of her heart and promised to love and to take care of them, body and soul. She did, too, didn’t she? She never broke a promise. Not to them. Not to anybody.

When either was under the weather, who sat by their bed day and night and, one spoonful of chicken soup after another, nursed them to health?

Her, that’s who.

When she moved from one apartment to another, who let them tag along, never asking either of them to chip in on the rent?

Norma. That’s who.

When she found she had a little extra cash after paying off the utility and grocery bills, the girls’ percentages, and even the cops on the beat, who took them out on the town, one swanky joint after another, and paid for everything?

Norma. Norma. Norma. Nobody else would have bothered.

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Jim Elledge has received two Lambda Literary Awards, one for his book-length poem A History of My Tattoo, the other for Who’s Yer Daddy? Gay Writers Celebrate Their Mentors and Forerunners, co-edited with David Groff. His most recent books are Bonfire of the Sodomites, poems about the arson of the UpStairs Lounge; a biography, Henry Darger, Throwaway Boy; and The Boys of Fairy Town: Sodomites, Female Impersonators, Third-Sexers, Pansies, Queers, and Sex Morons in Chicago’s First Century, a history. Almost Famous is his debut novel.

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End Game by Liz Mistry Blog Tour and Review!

 


End Game

Four dead bodies. One missing person. Let the game begin.
 
When an anonymous tip-off leads Detective Nikki Parekh and DS Sajid Malik to the sprawling Salinger estate, Nikki’s senses are on high alert. The brutal murder of all four members of the Salinger family has shocked the sleepy Bradford village to the core.
 
A mother, father, daughter, and son. . .  all killed in exactly the same way – whilst sat around the coffee table, playing a game of Monopoly.
 
But Nikki notices that there are five pieces on the board. One of the players is missing… Did they manage to escape the killer, or was the killer part of the game?


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Born in Scotland made in Bradford sums up LIZ MISTRY’s life. Over thirty-five years ago she moved from a small village in West Lothian to Yorkshire to get her teaching degree. Once here, Liz fell in love with three things: curries, the rich cultural diversity of the city… and her Indian husband (not necessarily in this order). Now thirty years, three children, Scumpy, the cat, and a huge extended family later, Liz uses her experiences of living and working in the inner city to flavour her writing. Her gritty crime fiction police procedural novels set in Bradford embrace the city she describes as ‘Warm, Rich and Fearless’, whilst exploring the darkness that lurks beneath.

Having struggled with severe clinical depression and anxiety for many years, Liz often includes mental health themes in her writing. She credits the MA in Creative Writing she took at Leeds Trinity University with helping her find a way of using her writing to navigate her ongoing mental health struggles. Liz’s PhD research contributes significantly to debates concerning issues of inclusion and diversity of representation within the most socially engaged genre of contemporary crime fiction Being a debut novelist in her fifties was something Liz had only dreamed of and she counts herself lucky, whilst pinching herself regularly to make sure it’s all real.

You can contact Liz via her website https://www.lizmistry.com/


My Thoughts

End Game by Liz Mistry starts out with an 11-year-old girl with the pouts, she wants to go to the same high school that her friends go to, and she tries to convince her parents to no avail. As she sits under a tree and pouts, her little sister comes to make nice with a bag of treats, her sister returns to the house when all of a sudden a bag is put over her head and she is abducted.

A phone call to the police alerts them of a murder.  DI Nikki Parekh and Di Sajid Malik, arrive in a posh neighborhood to a horrific scene. Four people have been murdered, A father, mother, son, and daughter have been stabbed repeatedly. They are all seated at the table, having recently been playing Monopoly. Four dead people but 5 seats were used. 5 glasses at the table where is the fifth person? Nikki and Sajid now have the daunting task of sifting through the clues and talking to neighbors, business partners of the deceased, classmates to the son and daughter, etc. 

In alternate chapters, the story tells of child abductions that have been and are happening. The reader finds out pretty much in the middle of the book that these children are being abducted for sex, kept hidden, and abused. This was a hard part for me to read as it would be for anyone.

This book is #6 but with the narration from Nikki, the reader is brought up to speed on all the characters in the novel. This book is definitely character-driven, with the good guys and the bad. You really don't have to have read the previous five books in the series to come up to speed on who is who and their past. 

I will most likely at some point read the previous books as there are some events and characters that I am curious about. I love a good murder mystery and this one is right up there with the best. The book had me immersed from start to finish! 

I give it 5 stars

I received a copy of the book for review purposes only.








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