Tuesday, 16 January 2018


I am thrilled to be bringing you the Cover Reveal for The Best Boomerville Hotel today

Isn't this such a fun Cover!

Genre:  Contemporary/Romantic Comedy
Publication Date:  13 March 2018
Format:  eBook
Page Count:  320 est

Amazon UK:  www.amazon.co.uk
Amazon US:  www.amazon.com

Let the shenanigans begin at the Boomerville hotel …

Jo Docherty and Hattie Contaldo have a vision – a holiday retreat in the heart of the Lake District exclusively for guests of ‘a certain age’ wishing to stimulate both mind and body with new creative experiences. One hotel refurbishment later and the Best Boomerville Hotel is open for business!
Perhaps not surprisingly Boomerville attracts more than it’s fair share of eccentric clientele: there’s fun loving Sir Henry Mulberry and his brother Hugo; Lucinda Brown, an impoverished artist with more ego than talent; Andy Mack, a charming Porsche-driving James Bond lookalike, as well as Kate Simmons, a woman who made her fortune from an internet dating agency but still hasn’t found ‘the One’ herself.

With such an array of colourful individuals there’s bound to be laughs aplenty, but could there be tears and heartbreak too and will the residents get more than they bargained for at Boomerville?


Caroline James has owned and run businesses encompassing all aspects of the hospitality industry, a subject that features in her novels. She is based in the UK but has a great fondness for travel and escapes whenever she can. A public speaker, consultant and food writer, Caroline is a member of the Romantic Novelist’s Association and writes articles and short stories and contributes to many publications.

Her debut novel, Coffee, Tea, The Gypsy & Me is set in North West England, at the time of a famous gypsy horse fair.  The book went straight to number three on Amazon and was E-book of the Week in The Sun. So, You Think You're A Celebrity...Chef? was runner up the Winchester Writers festival for best TV Drama and takes a light-hearted look at the world of celebrity chefs as they battle it out for fame and fortune: Coffee, Tea, The Caribbean & Me was runner up at The Write Stuff, LBF, 2015 and is an Amazon best-seller and top recommended read by Thomson Holidays.  Jungle Rock, a romcom novella set in Australia, revolves around a TV game show. The Best Boomerville Hotel, will be published Spring 2018 by multi award-winning Independent British Publisher, ChocLit Publishing under their exciting new imprint, Ruby Fiction.

In her spare time, Caroline can be found trekking up a mountain or relaxing with her head in a book and hand in a box of chocolates.


Twitter: @CarolineJames12

Friday, 12 January 2018


Here it is - The Magic of Stars cover reveal.  I think it's gorgeous.

Sapphire Montrose always felt like a loser in the struggle of life, but when she becomes the airline manager of a run-down airline she starts to believe she is a winner – until she unwittingly propositions her new boss and all her hard work is undone.

In a moment of recklessness air stewardess, Sapphire Montrose throws caution and her dress to the wind by propositioning a handsome stranger in a hotel in Florence, only to find herself waking up alone and embarrassed in her hotel room.

Unfortunately for Sapphire, it turns out that her new boss, Marco Cavarelli, is the man she failed to seduce and she is now fighting for her job and her self-respect when he tells her there is no place in his revamped airline for an alcoholic woman with lascivious tendencies. To make matters worse she is increasingly attracted to him and he seems to be giving out the same vibes. Or is he simply testing her? One wrong move could be the end of her career. But what if he really is offering love – and is he worth the risk?

Jackie Ladbury was desperate to become a journalist when
she left school but was ousted within minutes on the day of
the exam at her local rag because she'd forgotten to bring a
Short and sharp lesson learned.
Her budding writing career was not on hold for long, though,
as Jackie found herself scribbling love stories of pilots and
'hosties' while she flew in aeroplanes of various shapes
and sizes as a flight attendant herself.
Fast forward a good few years and, after being short-listed in
a couple of prestigious romantic writing competitions, Jackie
decided it was time to discard her stilettos, say goodbye to
the skies and concentrate on writing romantic novels, where
the only given is a guaranteed 'happy ever after.'
Social Media Links –
The Write Romantics -  https://thewriteromantics.com/

Thursday, 11 January 2018


Today it's my turn on the blog tour for Air Guitar and Caviar and I'm delighted to be sharing my review with you

Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Publication Date:  2 February 2017
Publisher:  Fabrian Books
Standalone Novel
Estimated Page Count:  199

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Busker Dylan spends his days pulling pints in the local pub
and singing on the high street, waiting for fame to call. That
suits him fine, until beautiful, but frosty, air stewardess,
Scarlett, tosses some coins into his hat but ignores his
killer smile and his offer of pizza.

He sets out to get the girl, but Scarlett isn’t in the right frame
of mind to date anyone, let alone a penniless, if charming,
busker boy.

Dylan's desperate for his big break, but will it bring him the

happiness he longs for? And with Scarlett's past threatening
to ruin her future, will Dylan be left to make sweet music all
on his own?
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They say that the path of true love never did run smooth .... well in Air Guitar and Caviar the path of true love has more ups and downs than a speeding rollercoaster!

Boy meets girl, falls desperately in love with her, but girl is not interested .... what's a boy to do?

This is Dylan's dilemma.  He's a nice guy, a little naive but lovely with it, he writes songs, plays the guitar, and his one-liners had me giggling so many times.

Scarlett has a past, and she's not ready to share it will Dylan, on top of which she's trying to keep her job by keeping her boss sweet but he's a manipulative bully and it's not easy for her.

This is such an engaging read, with an eclectic cast of characters, including some very weird, some wonderful and some not so nice ones.  The writing is witty at times, poignant at others but it's never boring.

A really sweet story with a few surprises along the way.


Jackie Ladbury was desperate to become a journalist when
she left school but was ousted within minutes on the day of
the exam at her local rag because she'd forgotten to bring a
Short and sharp lesson learned.
Her budding writing career was not on hold for long, though,
as Jackie found herself scribbling love stories of pilots and
'hosties' while she flew in aeroplanes of various shapes
and sizes as a flight attendant herself.
Fast forward a good few years and, after being short-listed in
a couple of prestigious romantic writing competitions, Jackie
decided it was time to discard her stilettos, say goodbye to
the skies and concentrate on writing romantic novels, where
the only given is a guaranteed 'happy ever after.'
Social Media Links –
The Write Romantics -  https://thewriteromantics.com/

Twitter - https://twitter.com/JackieLadbury

Jackie Ladbury has a new book published this month - The Magic of Stars - and, as an extra treat for you all, below is a teaser cover.  I shall be revealing the full cover reveal on Friday 12th January. Don't forget to check back then to read all about it!

Giveaway – Win 3 x Signed Copies of Air Guitar and
Caviar by Jackie Ladbury

Giveaway is open to UK residents only.

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Tuesday, 9 January 2018


Today it's my stop on the Close to Home blog tour and I am absolutely thrilled to be able to share my review of this gripping book with you

Genre:  Mystery, Crime, Police Procedural
Publication Date:  11 January 2018
Publisher:  Penguin
Page Count:  376  (Paperback)

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Last night, 8-year-old Daisy Mason disappeared from a summer party at her home. No one at the party noticed her leave. Even her parents aren't sure of the last time they saw her.  

DI Adam Fawley is trying to keep an open mind. But he knows that in nine cases out of ten, it's someone close to the victim.  

When a pair of bloody tights is discovered, Fawley's worst suspicions are concerned.  

Someone knows where Daisy is. And her time is running out......... 

What an emotional rollercoaster of a book this is.  I've read many psychological thrillers over the last few years and this is definitely one of the best books I've ever read in this genre.

Featuring two of the most despicable and unlikeable parents I've ever come across in Sharon and Barry Mason.  Daisy's mother is socially insecure, vain, ungrateful and can't stand being second best - her father is a liar who is on the defensive all the time.

I was totally hooked from the first page, as the tension never lets up, there are twists and shocks, sometimes the path led one way and I thought I knew what had happened but then the author leads us to a dead end and then the trail goes another way.  Fabulous writing, very, very clever.

D.I. Fawley who leads the investigation is sometimes the voice and it feels as if he's talking to us the reader as he's discovering another clue and new theory and then we're given a little glimpse into Daisy's life before she disappeared.  It is also interspersed with random people on twitter who are judging the parents parental skills and their views of the events are quite shocking and quite damning.....trial by media.

This is a brilliant read with complex characters and an ingenious plot, and I can't wait to see what author Cara Hunter brings us next.

Special Thanks to the publishers Penguin for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book in exchange for an honest review.

Saturday, 6 January 2018


Today is my stop on the Games with the Dead Blog Tour and I'm delighted to be bringing you an extract

Genre:  Thriller
Publication Date:  28 Dec 2017
Publisher:  Avon Books

Meet PC Donal Lynch – aspiring detective, alcoholic, insomniac, and seer of dead people…

‘An intoxicating Thriller’ SUN

Irish runaway. Insomniac. Functioning alcoholic.

Life is about to get complicated for DC Donal Lynch.

When a young woman is kidnapped, Donal is brought in to deliver the ransom money. But the tightly-planned drop off goes wrong, Julie Draper is discovered dead, and Donal finds his job on the line – a scapegoat for the officers in charge.

But when Donal is delivered a cryptic message in the night, he learns that Julie was killed long before the botched rescue mission. As he digs further into the murder in a bid to clear his own name, dark revelations make one thing certain: the police are chasing the wrong man, and the killer has far more blood on his hands than they could even imagine.

A gripping, brutal and addictive thriller, perfect for fans of Ian Rankin and James Oswald


Extract 3, Chapter 2, pp.19-20

On wall by painted cross find wood tray.
Do not move tray, sensor attached.
Place money bag on tray.
If buzzer does not sound leave money there.
Remove Stop sign in front of car and go.

He’s watching me. I know it. And he’s killed before. Seven years ago, he kidnapped and murdered Suzy Fairclough. What’s another life sentence to him? I’m totally dispensable.

I remember Crossley’s request that I pick up anything on the trail that may prove evidential. Good little soldier to the end, I remove the cardboard bearing the instructions, take it to the car and read the contents aloud twice, hoping against all common sense that they can hear me.

They can’t fucking hear me! He’s selected this spot for that very reason. And I’m not hanging around for five minutes to confirm it; not with 175 thousand in hard cash! He might lose patience and whack me.

I grab the money bag, walk over to a four-foot wall. Above a white painted cross, a wooden tray sits on a bed of sand. About 30 feet below, I can make out some sort of lane, maybe a disused rail line. A few feet to my right, an oblong metal box must be somehow connected to the tray’s sensor.

Good God, I am so out of my depth . . .

Somehow, I’ve got to lower this hefty bag of cash onto the tray without tripping the alarm. Face screwed into a tense ball of dread, I lift the bag and lower it slowly, painstakingly, ion-by-quivering-ion onto the tray. It sits, rests, no alarm.

I wonder why I’m standing here and turn to leave. As I remove the Stop sign from the middle of the lane, the tray scrapes the side of the bridge on its way down, courtesy of his improvised pulley system. He’s below, collecting his winnings.

I’m just yards away from the most wanted man in Britain.

Fuck it, I think. I‘ve got to do something.


James Nally was a journalist for 15 years, before leaving to become a producer and director of TV and film. This is his first novel, and is based on his experiences of his years writing about the murder victims of London.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018



Genre:  Mystery/Thriller/Suspense
Publication Date:  19 October 2017
Publisher:  Allison and Busby
Format:  Paperback
Page Count:  314

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The memory of Annalise Wood has haunted the town of Lilling near Cambridge for decades. She went missing in 1976 and although her body was later found, the investigation went cold with no one held responsible. The grief and speculation surrounding her disappearance are engrained in the community.

Forty years on, another young woman stokes her obsession with Annalise, believing that sharing a name with the dead girl has forged a bond between them. When DNA evidence linked to the Annalise Wood murder comes to light, detectives Keene and Frohmann re-examine the case, picking apart previous assumptions and finding sinister connections to a recent drowning. 

With her trademark skill in weaving together multiple perspectives and voices, Emily Winslow paints a complex and compelling portrait of a cold case that is far from dead and buried.............

USA Cover

Look For Her is the 4th in the Keene and Frohmann crime series, though I didn't realise that when I started the book.  There are mentions of past events, especially the most recent, but I could be immersed in the story without having to know exactly what happened back then.

The novel weaves together multiple perspectives of all the different characters - each chapter was narrated separately - so you get a good overall feel for the story which I think worked really well.  Sometimes I had to double check who was talking but mainly I had no problems with it.

The story takes a different turn to the one I was expecting, it was quite complex and very clever, as the detectives try to solve the cold case, interspersed with a University Counsellor who's sessions with two people add another dimension to the story.  

This is a really gripping mystery, it's a puzzle, it kept me guessing and wondering right to the end.  It had good characterisation with a high standard of writing, and I thought the author was very skilful in giving us shocks and twists, none of which I saw coming!

A very satisfying and enjoyable read which I highly recommend.

Thank you to the publishers, Allison and Busby, for giving me the opportunity to read this novel in exchange for an honest review.


Emily Winslow is an American living in Cambridge, and her books are set here and surrounding areas. She trained as an actress at Carnegie Mellon’s elite drama conservatory, which inspired her use of multiple first-person narrators, and her years designing puzzles for magazines inform her playful, complex plot structures. She lives in an award-winning architectural wonder and she and her husband homeschool their two sons.
Follow her on Twitter: @emilycwinslow
Author's Website: www.emilywinslow.com

Tuesday, 2 January 2018


The Body in the Casket

by Katherine Hall Page

on Tour December 4, 2017 - January 12, 2018


The Body in the Casket by Katherine Hall Page

The inimitable Faith Fairchild returns in a chilling New England whodunit, inspired by the best Agatha Christie mysteries and with hints of the timeless board game Clue.

For most of her adult life, resourceful caterer Faith Fairchild has called the sleepy Massachusetts village of Aleford home. While the native New Yorker has come to know the region well, she isn’t familiar with Havencrest, a privileged enclave, until the owner of Rowan House, a secluded sprawling Arts and Crafts mansion, calls her about catering a weekend house party.
Producer/director of a string of hit musicals, Max Dane—a Broadway legend—is throwing a lavish party to celebrate his seventieth birthday. At the house as they discuss the event, Faith’s client makes a startling confession. "I didn’t hire you for your cooking skills, fine as they may be, but for your sleuthing ability. You see, one of the guests wants to kill me."
Faith’s only clue is an ominous birthday gift the man received the week before—an empty casket sent anonymously containing a twenty-year-old Playbill from Max’s last, and only failed, production—Heaven or Hell. Consequently, Max has drawn his guest list for the party from the cast and crew. As the guests begin to arrive one by one, and an ice storm brews overhead, Faith must keep one eye on the menu and the other on her host to prevent his birthday bash from becoming his final curtain call.

Full of delectable recipes, brooding atmosphere, and Faith’s signature biting wit, The Body in the Casket is a delightful thriller that echoes the beloved mysteries of Agatha Christie and classic films such as Murder by Death and Deathtrap.

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery
Published by: William Morrow
Publication Date: December 5th 2017
Number of Pages: 238
ISBN: 0062439561 (ISBN13: 9780062439567)
Series: Faith Fairchild, 24
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Read an excerpt:

Chapter One

“Have Faith in Your Kitchen,” Faith Fairchild said, answering the phone at her catering firm. She’d been busy piping choux pastry for ├ęclairs onto a baking sheet.
“Mrs. Fairchild?”
“Yes? This is Faith Fairchild. How may I help you?”
“Please hold for Max Dane.” The voice had a plummy, slightly British tone, reminiscent of Jeeves, or Downton Abbey’s Carson. The only Max Dane Faith had heard of had been a famous Broadway musical producer, but she was pretty sure he’d died years ago. This must be another Max Dane.
She was put through quickly and a new voice said, “Hi. I know this is short notice, but I am very much hoping you are available to handle a house party I’m throwing for about a dozen guests at the end of the month. A Friday to Sunday. Not just dinner, but all the meals.”
Faith had never catered anything like this. A Friday to Sunday sounded like something out of a British pre-World War II country house novel—kippers for breakfast, Fortnum & Mason type hampers for the shoot, tea and scones, drinks and nibbles, then saddle of lamb or some other large haunch of meat for dinner with vintage clarets followed by port and Stilton—for the men only. She was intrigued.
“The first thing I need to know is where you live, Mr. Dane. Also, is this a firm date? We’ve had a mild winter so far, but January may still deliver a wallop like last year.”
A Manhattan native, Faith’s marriage more than 20 years ago to the Reverend Thomas Fairchild meant a radical change of address— from the Big Apple to the orchards of Aleford, a small suburb west of Boston. Faith had never become used to boiled dinners, First Parish’s rock hard pews and most of all, New England weather. By the end of the previous February there had been 75 inches of snow on the ground and you couldn’t see through the historic parsonage’s ground floor windows or open the front door. Teenage son Ben struggled valiantly to keep the back door clear, daily hewing a path to the garage. The resulting tunnel resembled a clip from Nanook of the North.
“I’m afraid the date is firm. The thirtieth is my birthday. A milestone one, my seventieth.” Unlike his butler or whoever had called Faith to the phone, Max Dane’s voice indicated he’d started life in one of the five boroughs. Faith was guessing the Bronx. He sounded a bit sheepish when he said “ my birthday,” as if throwing a party for himself was out of character. “And I live in Havencrest. It’s not far from Aleford, but I’d want you to be available at the house the whole time. Live in.”
Leaving her family for three days was not something Faith did often, especially since Sunday was a workday for Tom and all too occasionally Saturday was as he “polished” his sermon. (His term, which she had noticed over the years, could mean writing the whole thing.)
Ben and Amy, two years younger, seemed old enough to be on their own, but Faith had found that contrary to expectations, kids needed parents around more in adolescence than when they were toddlers. Every day brought the equivalent of scraped knees and they weren’t the kind of hurts that could be soothed by Pat The Bunny and a chocolate chip cookie. She needed more time to think about taking the job. “I’m not sure I can leave my family…” was interrupted. “I quite understand that this would be difficult,” Dane said and then he named a figure so far above anything she had ever been offered that she actually covered her mouth to keep from gasping out loud.
“Look,” he continued. “Why don’t you come by and we’ll talk in person? You can see the place and decide then. I don’t use it myself, but the kitchen is well equipped—the rest of the house too. I’ll email directions and you can shoot me some times that work. This week if possible. I want to send out the invites right away.”
Well, it wouldn’t hurt to talk, Faith thought. And she did like seeing other people’s houses. She agreed, but before she hung up curiosity won out and she asked, “Are you related to the Max Dane who produced all those wonderful Broadway musicals?”
“Very closely. As in one and the same. See you soon.”
Faith put the phone down and turned to Pix Miller, her closest friend and part-time Have Faith employee.
“That was someone wanting Have Faith to cater a weekend long birthday celebration—for an astonishing amount of money.” She named the figure in a breathless whisper. “His name is Max Dane. Have you ever heard of him?”
“Even I know who Max Dane is. Sam took me to New York the December after we were married and we saw one of his shows. It was magical—the whole weekend was. No kids yet. We were kids ourselves. We skated at Rockefeller Center by the tree and…”
Her friend didn’t go in for sentimental journeys and tempted as she was to note Pix and Sam skated on Aleford Pond then and now, Faith didn’t want to stop the flow of memories. “Where did you stay? A suite at the Plaza?” Sam was a very successful lawyer.
Pix came down to earth. “We barely had money for the show and pre-theater dinner at Twenty-One. That was the big splurge. I honestly can’t remember where we stayed and I should, because that’s where—” She stopped abruptly and blushed, also unusual Pix behavior.
“Say no more. Nine months later along came Mark?”
“Something like that,” Pix mumbled and then in her usual more assertive voice, added “You have to do this. Not because of the money, although the man must be loaded! Think of who might be there. And the house must be amazing. We don’t have anything booked for then and I can keep an eye on the kids.”
The Millers lived next door to the parsonage and their three now grown children had been the Fairchilds’ babysitters. Pix played a more essential role: Faith’s tutor in the unforeseen intricacies of childrearing as well as Aleford’s often arcane mores. Faith’s first social faux pas as a new bride—inviting guests for dinner at eight o’clock— had happily been avoided when her first invite, Pix, gently told Faith the town’s inhabitants would be thinking bed soon at that hour, not a main course.
Faith had started her catering business in the city that never slept before she was married and was busy all year long. Here January was always a slow month for business. The holidays were over and things didn’t start to pick up until Valentine’s Day—and even then scheduling events was risky. It all came down to weather.
Pix was at the computer. Years ago she’d agreed to work at Have Faith keeping the books, the calendar, inventory—anything that did not involve any actual food preparation.
“We have a couple of receptions at the Ganley Museum and the MLK breakfast the standing clergy host.”
The first time Faith heard the term, “standing clergy”, which was the town’s men and women of any cloth, she pictured an upright somberly garbed group in rows like ninepins. And she hadn’t been far off.
“That’s pretty much it,” Pix added, “except for a few luncheons and Amelia’s baby shower—I think she baby sat for you a couple of times when she was in high school.”
“I remember she was very reliable,” Faith said.
“Hard to believe she’s the same age as Samantha and having her second!” Pix sounded wistful. She was the type of woman born to wear a “I Spoil My Grandchildren” tee shirt. Faith wouldn’t be surprised if there were a drawer somewhere in the Miller’s house filled with tiny sweaters and booties knit by Pix, “just to be ready.” Mark Miller, the oldest, was married, but he and his wife did not seem to be in a rush to start a family.
Samantha, the middle Miller, had a long-term beau, Caleb. They were living together in trendy Park Slope, Brooklyn and Sam, an old-fashioned pater familias, had to be restrained from asking Caleb his intentions each time the young couple came to Aleford. Pix was leaning that way herself, she’d told Faith recently, noting that young couples these days were so intent on careers they didn’t hear the clock ticking.
Faith had forgotten that Amelia—who apparently had paid attention to time— was Samantha’s age and quickly changed the subject to what was uppermost in her mind—the Dane job. “Where is Havencrest?” she asked. “I thought I knew all the neighboring towns.”
“It’s not really a town so much as an enclave between Weston and Dover. I don’t think it even has a zip code. I’ve never been there, but Mother has. You can ask her about it. The houses all date to the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. I believe there’s a gatehouse at the entrance. It’s an early equivalent of the mid century modern planned communities like Moon Hill in Lexington. Havencrest wasn’t a bunch of architects like that one though. Just very rich Boston Brahmin families who wanted privacy and plenty of space. I wonder how Max Dane ended up there? From what Mother has said, the houses don’t change hands, just generations.”
“I think I’ll check my email and see if there’s anything from him yet,” Faith said. “And maybe drop by to see Ursula on my way home.” Stopping to visit with Ursula Lyman Rowe, Pix’s mother, was no chore. The octogenarian was one of Faith’s favorite people. She turned back to the ├ęclairs, which were part of a special order, and added a few more to bring to her friend.
“I know you’ll take the job,” Pix said. “I’m predicting the weekend of a lifetime!”
Excerpt from The Body in the Casket by Katherine Hall Page. Copyright © 2017 by William Morrow. Reproduced with permission from William Morrow. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Katherine Hall Page
Katherine Hall Page is the author of twenty-three previous Faith Fairchild mysteries, the first of which received the Agatha Award for best first mystery. The Body in the Snowdrift was honored with the Agatha Award for best novel of 2006. Page also won an Agatha for her short story "The Would-Be Widower." The recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award at Malice Domestic, she has been nominated for the Edgar Award, the Mary Higgins Clark Award, and the Macavity Award. She lives in Massachusetts, and Maine, with her husband.

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