Blog Tour ~ Review ~ End Game by Matt Johnson. #Thriller



The final instalment in the critically acclaimed Robert Finlay series, as his past continues to haunt him…

Robert Finlay seems to have finally left his SAS past behind him and is settled into his new career as a detective. But when the girlfriend of his former SAS colleague and close friend Kevin Jones is murdered, it’s clear that Finlay’s troubles are far from over. Jones is arrested for the killing, but soon escapes from jail, and Finlay is held responsible for the breakout. Suspended from duty and sure he’s being framed too, our hero teams up with MI5 agent Toni Fellowes to find out who’s behind the conspiracy. Their quest soon reveals a plot that goes to the very heart of the UK’s security services. End Game, the final part in the critically acclaimed Robert Finlay trilogy, sees our hero in an intricately plotted and terrifyingly fast-paced race to uncover the truth and escape those who’d sooner have him dead than be exposed.


I would like to thank the author Matt Johnson, the publisher Orenda books and blog tour organiser Anne Cater for the ARC of End Game in return for an honest review.

End Game is a fabulous ending to a superb trilogy. From page one to its final chapter I was engrossed and furiously turning the pages to reach the epic ending.

You become invested in characters when the writing is as good as this and my nerves were on edge throughout, wondering at the fates of our heroes. Robert Finley is such a superb creation, you can tell he was written by an author who has experience in both the armed forces and the police. He feels real and imbued with characteristics such as integrity and resourcefulness, which we expect in those that serve to protect us. That’s why I liked him so much, he felt real and plausible in every way.

It is full of twists and turns that wrong footed me. I was forced to reevaluate where I thought the story was going and who I thought were the characters I could trust. The narrative perfectly balancing characterisation and story, because for me, thrillers need to be intelligent as well as action packed. End Game was both.

It is a superb read and a book I would very much recommend.

You can purchase End Game from Amazon.

A bit about the author.

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Matt Johnson served as a soldier from 1975-78 and Metropolitan Police officer from 1978 -1999.

His debut novel Wicked Game – a crime thriller – was published by Orenda Books in March 2016. The sequel Deadly Game, was published in March 2017, the finale End Game, in March 2018.
In 1999, Matt was discharged from the police with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Whilst undergoing treatment, he was encouraged by his counsellor to write about his career and his experience of murders, shootings and terrorism.

Matt was eventually persuaded to give this a go, and one evening, he sat at his computer and started to weave his notes into a work of fiction that he described as having a tremendously cathartic effect on his own condition. He used his detailed knowledge and recollections to create what has been described by many readers as a fast paced, exciting and authentic tale of modern day policing and terrorism.

I could be argued that Matt Johnson is living proof PTSD is a condition that can be controlled and overcome with the right help and support. He has been described by many fans as an inspiration to fellow sufferers.

Matt is represented by James Wills of Watson Little, Literary Agents and by Kaye Freeman of Andromeda Talent. The former for all literary, audio, tv and film rights; the latter for all public speaking engagements.

Matt Can be followed on his blog and on Twitter.

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Blog Tour ~ Extract ~ The Deal by S C Cunningham.

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A Paranormal Thriller for those who dare to believe that there is something else out there…
At the age of four, Amy was taken…She survived.
A week later, another little girl was taken…She didn’t.

Angry that a bad man has gotten away with murder, feisty young Amy Fox makes a deal with God. When she dies, if she’s been a good girl, would God let her sit on a cloud for a while, invisible, to get bad people who slip through his fingers?

Her deal and God long forgotten, career girl Amy mysteriously dies. Her lifeless body is found beneath a London underground commuter train.

She awakens in the afterlife to discover an international network of like-minded souls who’ve all made the same deal. A sophisticated MI5-esque justice machine sits in the skies, protecting, righting wrongs, tracking criminals, and working within strict rules of play…all against time.

Each country’s Unit shares intelligence, surveillance, and resources to deactivate dangerous situations. The only evidence they leave behind during their earthly visits is a small white feather sashaying to the ground.

In a chaotic world, powerful adversaries try to close her Unit down. A complex SAS vigilante has been assigned to work as her partner, but with his jealous violent ex-girlfriend on her heels and with her own vendetta to settle, Amy has never worked so hard in her entire earthly life. She has to wonder if making a deal with God was a mistake.


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He stood in the shadows, watching her fight her way through the barriers, one hand clutching the phone to her ear, the other balancing a tall iced latte and holding it aloft over commuters’ heads.
Amy shouted into her mobile, competing with the station’s hum.
“Urrgh! I’ve got the hangover from hell, Sal…sorry, what did you say?” She squinted her eyes from the pain, vowing never to drink again.
“What am I going to do, Ames? It’s that bitch Dartagnia. She’s been promoted, and she’s driving me crazy. I swear I’m going to kill her.” Sally’s voice whined through the phone.
“Don’t let her get to you, hon. There’s a little shit-stirrer in every office. Just suck it up. Life’s too short. Leave it to karma.” Amy hugged the phone tight into her ear, took a slurp of much needed coffee, and continued.
“What you need is a little protective Labradorite tumble stone in your pocket. That’ll keep her at bay.”
“You and your crystals. What a load of baloney,” tutted Sally. “No, what I need is a little protective knuckle duster in my pocket and to chuck her into the bay. God help me, I’m gonna kill that woman.”
“Revenge only gets you in trouble, Sal, and comes back threefold. She’s not worth it.” Amy bit her lip and crossed her fingers, justifying her own revenge plan because it was different, he was an evil, murdering, child abuser.
“I don’t care. I’d gratefully do time for that woman.”
“Just let karma do its stuff.”
“Stuff karma. Who’s got time to wait for blinking karma? I want her dead, now!” groaned Sally. “Do we know any hitmen?”
“No, I don’t know any hitmen,” Amy sighed.
Fellow commuters turned to look at her. She’d spoken a little too loudly. She gave them an apologetic shrug and turned away, whispering into her phone.
“Funny as it may seem, my contact list is fresh out of hitmen. You’ve got to calm down, hon. Maybe I should get you a Smithsonite stone. It’s really pretty. You’ll love it.”
“Fuck off with the blinking crystals, for god’s sake. What about some cyanide crystals, or ammunition? Can you get me some ammunition?” Sal had no time for the crystal hocus-pocus.
Amy sighed. “No, I can’t get any cyanide or ammunition.”
Her fellow commuters started to move away.
She carried on before Sal could continue.
“You need to calm down. Smithsonite is a stone of tranquillity. I know what you’re like. You get all ugly-obsessive-revengey. It’s so not a good look, hon.” A surge of nausea hit Amy. “God I feel ill.”
As she squeezed through barriers, a wave of hurried, stressed commuters flowed in behind her. Well used to the rush hour chaos, she surfed the tide with ease. Tripping and bumping to the polite British murmur of ‘sorry…ooops,’ ‘sorry…so sorry.’
The heaving travellers made their way across the forecourt, down the steps, and onto the busy platform. She strained to hear her friend’s reply.
“You’re a useless drinker, two drinks and you keel over…wish Dartagnia would, do us all a favour. Give me the biggest fucking stone you’ve got. I’m gonna fucking throw it at her.”
“Now, that’s not helpful.”
“I’m gonna tie ten of them to her handcuffed body and throw her in the Thames.”
“I know, I know…you see the effect she has on me. I hate the way she brings out the bitch…grrrrrr! I can’t help it. Nor can anyone else in the office. We all look forward to her days off or when she phones in sick. There’s such a nice energy in the place when she’s not there,” Sally sighed. “Miss High-and-Fucking-Mighty is always belittling us, always having the last word, charming to our faces but stabbing knives in our backs as soon as we leave the room. We call her the smiling assassin.”
Sally continued, barely coming up for air.
“She loves it when we fuck up, loves pointing it out and getting us in trouble, thinks she knows it all…and she generally does…grrrrrr! If we’ve done something, anything, you can bet she’s done it bigger and better. I bet if I say I’ve had a morning shit, she’s had two. She’s all about one-upmanship. Why are some women such annoying dicks? Surely, we’re all on the same side? Bitch, bitch…bitch, bitch…BITCH.”
“You don’t like her then.”
“No, I bloody don’t…and I’m gonna do something about it.”
“Like what?”
“Murder is not the answer, honey.” Fellow commuters glanced over their shoulders. “God, I need some drugs.” Amy rubbed her forehead as the throbbing became unbearable. She turned to notice the stares. “Headache tablets…I NEED HEADACHE TABLETS,” she shouted, for their benefit.
“Nothing. I’ve got a stinking headache.”
“If murder isn’t the answer, then what is?”
“Asking the Angels for help, then leaving it to karma…they’ll sort it for you, but you have to ask. Otherwise they can’t help.”
“Yeah, like they’ll listen to me. Fallen angels maybe, but I’m not sure they do hit requests. They’re not the Mafia, Ames.”
Silence. Amy could hear Sal’s heavy breathing.
“Are you picking at your cuticles? Hands down, now,” Amy barked.
“Why can’t blokes see her for who she is? See past the teeth, tits, short skirts, and promise of a cock suck?” Sally moaned. “Bet she’s lousy at it, she has one of those skinny, small, thin-lipped mouths that so doesn’t know how to enjoy a good meal…surely, blokes can stop thinking with their dicks once in a blue moon. Have you got a stone for dicks?”
“Well, there is one for impotence—Pink Beryl, I think it’s called…”
“Ames…shut up!”
“Maybe a nice bit of Smoky Quartz and a Sunstone. You can wear them in your bra.”
“I don’t need no bleedin’ stones. I need a drink—a double gin and tonic would just about do it right now.”
“It’s 8.30 a.m., hon.”
“Urrgh…so? It’s blinking five o’clock somewhere.”
Taking a leisurely drag of his cigar, he watched Amy’s blonde head weave along the jam-packed platform, looking for a place to stand. She found it near the outer edge halfway down the tunnelled station. He flicked the smouldering stub to the floor, covered it with the tip of his shiny black patent shoe, and twisted firmly. He flicked ash from the cuff of his suit, stepped out of the shadows, and followed her. He loved the ‘click-click’ sound of his shoes as he walked. It made him feel important.

The Deal can be purchased from Amazon.

About the author 

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Author of The Penance List, Unfinished Business and The Deal,  Siobhan C Cunningham (S C Cunningham) creates Paranormal Romance and Psychological Crime Thrillers with a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour, and pulsating sex scenes. Having worked in the industries she writes about, her novels offer a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.

Abducted as a child, she survived; and every night for months afterward, she prayed to God, asking for a deal. This personal journey sparked the fuse behind the intriguing and riveting fictional world she portrays in The Deal, the first in The Fallen Angel series. Twenty years later Cunningham crossed paths with a violent serial attacker, sowing the seed for her mind-bending thriller, The David Trilogy; The Penance List, Unfinished Business, For My Sins.

An ex-model, British born of Irish roots, she married a rock musician and has worked in the exciting worlds of music, film, sports, celebrity management and as a Crime Investigator for the British Police (Wanted & Absconder Unit, Major Crime Team, Intelligence Analyst, Investigations Hub).

Her first novel, The Penance List has been adapted to film screenplay.
She is the proud mother to contemporary Artist Scarlett Raven and owned by three dogs.

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Blog Tour ~Review~ We Were Salt of The Sea by Roxanne Bouchard.


Description As Montrealer Catherine Day sets foot in a remote fishing village and starts asking around about her birth mother, the body of a woman dredges up in a fisherman’s nets. Not just any woman, though: Marie Garant, an elusive, nomadic sailor and unbridled beauty who once tied many a man’s heart in knots. Detective Sergeant Joaquin Morales, newly drafted to the area from the suburbs of Montreal, barely has time to unpack his suitcase before he’s thrown into the deep end of the investigation. On Quebec’s outlying Gaspé Peninsula, the truth can be slippery, especially down on the fishermen’s wharves. Interviews drift into idle chit-chat, evidence floats off with the tide and the truth lingers in murky waters.


Many thanks to Orenda Books, the writer Roxanne Bouchard and blog tour organiser Anne Cater for the ARC of We Were Salt of The Sea in return for an honest review.

We Were Salt of the Sea is different to your traditional thriller, in that the main focus is on character rather than events. It moves along at a much slower pace than you expect and its heart is firmly based in the people of a remote fishing village in Quebec and their reactions to the death Marie Garant. Don’t let this put you off reading it though, because its uniqueness is what makes it so special and a haunting. The characters don’t so much leap of the page, they slowly and bit by bit, seep into your consciousness like they have always been there, old friends who memories soon become one with you the reader. I found my heart breaking for the loss of a great love, laughing at the dramatic gossip of the bistro owner, while sharing the irritation of poor DS Morales. Each character in the book is so beautifully drawn that you can visualise them in your mind’s eye and step with them into long suppressed memories.

The setting is perfect. For the mistrust of outsiders to work effectively, the story needed to be set in a small town, one whose bond with the sea is for some like a shackle them weighs them down and for others the liberation that frees them for the pain of the past. Here is a little village in which the characters are able to hide secrets, limit Catherine Days access to their memories and frustrate Morales efforts to search for answers around Garants’s mysterious death. This atmosphere is only possible because Bouchard has created a small community whose inhabitants are connected in ways they wouldn’t be in a bigger community and she imbues their connection with an emotional element that excludes both Day and Morales.

Special mention must also go to David Warriner whose translation is superb. He has produced a translation that celebrates and conveys Bouchard’s story for the reader with almost effortless grace.

We Were Salt of The Sea is another outstanding offering from the Orenda family of authors.

We Were Salt Of The Sea can be purchased from Amazon.

A little bit about the author


Ten years or so ago, Roxanne Bouchard decided it was time she found her sea legs. So she learned to sail, first on the St Lawrence River, before taking to the open waters off the Gaspe Peninsula. The local fishermen soon invited her aboard to reel in their lobster nets, and Roxanne saw for herself that the sunrise over Bonaventure never lies. We Were the Salt of the Sea is her fifth novel, and her first to be translated into English. She lives in Quebec.

About the Translator
David Warriner translates from French and nurtures a healthy passion for Franco, Nordic and British crime fiction. Growing up in deepest Yorkshire, he developed incurable Francophilia at an early age. Emerging from Oxford with a modern languages degree, he narrowly escaped the graduate rat race by hopping on a plane to Canada – and never looked back. More than an decade into a high-powered commercial translation career, he listened to his heart and turned his hand again to the delicate art of literary translation. David has lived in France and Quebec, and now calls beautiful British Columbia home.

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Blog Tour ~ Review ~ Beneath The Water by Sarah Painter.

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Munro House is the new start Stella needs. But it will also draw her back to a dark past…

Devastated by a broken engagement, Stella Jackson leaves her old life behind for a new start in rural Scotland. But when she arrives in the remote coastal village of Arisaig, nothing is what she expected.

At the edge of Arisaig sits Munro House; grand, imposing and said to be cursed by a string of tragic deaths. No less intriguing is its eccentric and handsome young owner, Jamie Munro, who hires Stella as his assistant while he pursues a seemingly impossible aim. Working through the great house’s archives, Stella soon finds herself drawn in by a cache of increasingly erratic letters from a young Victorian woman about her husband, Dr James Lockhart, a man whose single-minded ambition has
strange parallels with Jamie’s.

Just as Stella begins developing feelings for Jamie, she discovers that the connection between the Lockharts and the Munros could have sinister repercussions for them both. She’s finally found the life she wants to live – but is it all an illusion?


I would like to thank Lake Union Publishing, the author Sarah Painter and blog tour organiser Anne Cater for the ARC of Beneath The Water in return for an honest review.
My favourite thing about this historical/contemporary mix was the way the connection was made between the past and the present, with each chapter starting with a letter from Jessie, a troubled Victorian women whose life reaches out into Stella Jackson’s present. The affect these letters have on current events, is what gives this superb novel is addictive nature, keeping me awake to one thirty am, when my alarm clock was due to go off four and a bit hours later. I was gripped with a need to know what would become of the troubled Stella and the equally unpredictable Jamie Munro, while also worrying by the fate of Jessie.
All the characters are beautifully drawn, flawed enough to make them fascinating and at the same time likeable enough to make you care about their fates. So much so that I find myself wishing that Sarah Painter would write a new novel delving into the fascinating story of Dr James Lockhart and his wife. I wanted to understand more about their lives and personalities. It is not an indication of a flaw in Beneath The Water, but that the writer writes about them so well, teasing you about their lives, that you just want to know more and you wish they had their own story. Both Stella and Jamie are superb leading characters, with the changeable and unpredictable Jamie being my favourite. Why? Because something just drew me to him. Probably the fact that it is rare to come across a male character whose mental health and troubled personality are front and centre of a storyline.
The edgy atmosphere which is depicted so well in this novel contributes to the tension in the story. You can feel the claustrophobic nature of a small community, where everyone knows everyone and their story. Or do they? Is it true that isolated inhabitants of places like the fictional Arisaig know their neighbours and if they don’t what is the real story behind troubled lives of people like Jamie and Stella. The feeling of a community damaged by lies and half truths contributes to this atmosphere of mistrust and repressed anger that Stella walks into.
Beneath the Water is an excellent read and I would not hesitate to recommend it to my fellow booked addicted friends.

Beneath The Water can be purchased from Amazon.

A bit about the author. 

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Sarah Painter writes novels which sometimes have historical elements or touches of magic, but always have an emotional core. Her debut novel, The Language of Spells, became a Kindle bestseller and was followed by a sequel, The Secrets of Ghosts. Her last book, In the Light of What We See, was also a bestseller and a Kindle First pick.

Sarah hosts a podcast about writing (and interviews other authors and creative-types) at www.worried She lives in rural Scotland with her children, husband, and a grey tabby called Zelda Kitzgerald. She has a Masters in Creative Writing from St Andrews, drinks too much tea, loves the work of Joss Whedon, and is the proud owner of a writing shed.

Talking points:
Anxiety and self-doubt – how Sarah overcame anxiety and self-doubt to pursue her ambitions
Psychological impact of childhood heart surgery – and the decision to marry and have children early as a result
Helping other writers through the ‘Worried Writer’ podcast, book, and website to overcome fear, self-doubt and procrastination
James Young Simpson – the amazing 19th century Scottish obstetrician, who has captivated Sarah’s imagination.

Sarah Painter can be followed on Twitter

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Blog Tour ~ Review ~ The Torcian Chronicles, Defiance by P J Read.


Mesham sits dejectedly in a tiny garret above an inn, as the lands of Torcia fall to the magically-enhanced army of the infamous Mivirian Horde. One of the last surviving ancient warlocks of Torcia, Mesham knows he is marked for death. The Torcian king knocks on Mesham’s door later that evening and offers him the chance of rejuvenation in return for a seemingly impossible mission into the heart of Mivir. Mesham reluctantly agrees, only to realise the evil of Mivir has spread to the very top of the Torcian government. As Mesham undertakes his quest to complete the mission, he finds himself hunted by his king, by the mighty Torcian warbands, and by the Horde. But he cannot fail, for the fate of Mesham’s beloved Torcia rests in his hands.


I would like to thank the author PJ Read and blog tour organiser Rachel Gilbey for the ARC of The Torcian Chronicles in return for an honest review.
I admit that that my feelings about this, the first fantasy book I have read in a while are mixed. Not because of the writing and concept behind the book, both of which are excellent, but how I gelled with the story as a reader. Reading is a very personal experience and I firmly believe that it is rare to read a bad book. It’s all about the book finding the right reader and a relationship building up between the two. It took me a while to understand why I found my enjoyment of the book ebbed and flowed as the story progressed. It turned out to be simple in the end though!
So what bothered me? It was the number of times throughout the story our three hero’s were hurt, poisoned and attacked, only to survive their wounds and move onto the next. It is a minor point and one I am sure probably only bothered me, but it bothered me enough for it to cause my feelings about the book to change as I was reading. Make no mistake, I did enjoy it! The writing is great and the story exciting and thrilling. The fantasy element was well thought out and I loved the characters, but the flow of the story suffered a little because of the constant near death experiences endured by the characters.
This is probably not going to bother anyone else and it shoud not, because The Torcian Chronicles is excellent fantasy writing and I am looking forward to the next in the series. Mesham in particular fascinated me, reborn in order to complete a mission laid out for him by his king, he is a character that worms his way into your heart. The adventure is non stop and it makes it an exciting read. I very much enjoyed the battle of our worthy hero’s against the massed hordes of the Mivirian army, with its twists and turns! I am also looking forward to part two and would definitely recommend this book to fellow fantasy lovers, my niggle was minor, and all about me. The book is a fine first length book by an author with a bright future.

The Torcian Chronicles can be bought from Amazon.


A little bit about the author 

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P.J. Reed – Writer of warlocks and other magical creatures. P.J. Reed is a writer and poet from England. She holds a BAEd from Canterbury Christ Church University and an MA from Bradford University. She has been widely published in anthologies and collections. P.J. Reed currently lives in Devon, with a handful of teenagers, one feral cat and a dog called Fizz.

P J Reed can be followed on her WebsiteFacebook and Twitter.

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Blog Tour ~ Review ~ The Dog Ate My Homework.

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The Dog Ate My Homework by Aaron James is a collection of short poems that will capture your imagination. Filled with fun stories that make you think, laugh and tell your friends. Do you remember your first day at school? Or when you tried to convince your teacher you actually done your homework? Or the excitement you felt when you bought your new pair of trainers? In The Dog Ate My Homework you will get a chance to read all these stories and many more!


I would like to thank the Clink Street Publishing, the author Aaron James and blog tour organiser Rachel Gilby for the ARC of The Dog Ate My Homework in return for an honest review.
I really enjoyed this group of poems and felt it would be a fun introduction for young children and their parents not familiar with reading poetry. Aaron James poems are perfect for this group, in that they are about subjects they can easily engage with, The Dog Ate My Homework as well as the fun of choosing a new pair of trainers. What I liked most about them, was that the writer did not use words a young reader might not know and be forced to look up, keeping the language simple and allowing the poems to flow. There is nothing wrong with using more complicated language in a poem, as reading skill progresses, but having read poems to young children and having to stop to explain a word, ruins the magic of the poem and how well they engage with it. So I was happy that the writer used fun and engaging language they will understand and will make them laugh at the adventures told within the poems.
It is often hard for poets to use language without the temptation to insert a word to simply make the poem rhyme, but sometimes this leads to challenging language combinations that put many people off reading poetry. I myself haven’t always enjoyed poetry, often finding it hard to engage with and absorb, so I now aim to read a poem a day as an adult and this has both changed my relationship with poetry and my enjoyment of it. I would love younger readers to do the same, so they don’t grow up nervous of poetry, feeling it’s a medium that is inaccessible to them as readers and this lovely little book of poems will help nurture a love of poetry.
If you’re looking for a set of poems for younger readers then this would be an excellent choice.

The Dog Ate My Homework and Other Poems for Children can be purchased from now Amazon.

A little bit about the author.

Born and raised in Tottenham, North London and today living in Bromley, South London with his wife, Aaron James works as a poet and spoken word artist. The Dog Ate My Homework is his first children’s poetry book.


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Blog Tour ~ Review ~ I Know Where You Live by Pat Young.

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Penny believes she’s being watched. Yet no one should know where she lives.

Penny seizes the chance of a new life for her family when her husband is offered a job in Europe.

At the airport they meet charming Sophie, fluent in French and looking for work as an au pair.

Penny, struggling to cope in France, offers Sophie a job and she soon becomes an important part of the family’s life. But Sophie is hiding something.

Then Penny’s toddler son, Ethan, is abducted and an international hunt for the child begins.
The police beg Penny and her husband to take part in a television appeal but the couple refuse. Unknown to the police, Penny and Seth have new identities and are determined to lay low and protect them. But it may be too late for that.

Who has taken Ethan and why?

Are the couple’s true identities linked to the abduction?

And who has been watching them?

To save her son Penny may have to put her own life on the line.


I would like to thank Bloodhound Books, author Pat Young and blog tour organiser for the ARC of I Know Where You Live in return for an honest review.

It is always a bit nerve wracking when reading a sequel to a book you really enjoyed, in case you don’t like it as much as you expect to. I am happy to be able to say I not only loved I Know Where You Live, sequel to Till The Dust Settles, I thought it was an exciting and thrilling follow on.

It catches up with Penny and her young family as they travel to Europe for work and into a whole lot of trouble and angst.   It is so well written I felt almost immediately at home within their story and back amongst old friends.  Admittedly friends I was worried and scared about, unable to tear myself away from the horror that was engulfing their lives.  Unable to put it down, staying up way too long into the early hours of the morning, half asleep at my desk the next day, because I was worried about Penny and her family.

Pat Young has me tied up in knots of anxiety needing to know their fates.  You want a thriller to hook you in and hurl you through the story and this book certainly did that, because it is a real page turner. Both top class writing and reading.

I hope to hear more from Pat Young, because she writes with skill and style and knws how to hook a reader in.

I Know Where You Live can be purchased from Amazon.

About the author. 


Pat Young grew up in the south west of Scotland where she still lives, sometimes. She often goes to the other extreme, the south west of France, in search of sunlight.

Pat never expected to be a writer. Then she found a discarded book with a wad of cash tucked in the flyleaf. ‘What if something awful happened to the person who lost this book?’ she thought, and she was off.

Pat knew nothing of writing, but she knew a thing or two about books, having studied English, French and German at Glasgow University. A passion for languages led to a career she loved and then a successful part-time business that allowed her some free-time, at last.

Pat had plans, none of which included sitting at her desk from daybreak till dusk. But some days she has to. Because there’s a story to be told. And when it’s done, she can go out to play. On zip-wires and abseil ropes, or just the tennis court.

Pat writes psychological thrillers. Her debut novel Till the Dust Settles, has been awarded the Scottish Association of Writers’ Constable Stag trophy. Following publication in July
2017 Pat was delighted to be chosen as an ‘emerging talent’ for Crime in the Spotlight and read from Till the Dust Settles to an audience at Bloody Scotland – another dream come true.

Published by Bloodhound Books, I Know Where You Live is the much-anticipated sequel to Pat’s gripping and unmissable debut thriller, Till the Dust Settles. It too is a psychological thriller with a skilfully told story that makes for an enjoyable stand alone read. It will hook you from the start.

Pat Young can be followed on Twitter.

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