Tuesday, 21 April 2015

This Weeks Review...


Rise To Me…  by Shani Struthers

The opening prologue of this stunningly unusual second book in the series, instantly grabs you by the throat. We meet Ruby, a young psychic child, one already well used to communicating with spirits, finding herself confronted with one who is not human or ever was.

Fast-forward 18 years and Ruby now runs a successful domestic spiritual clearance business, called Psychic Surveys, using psychic detection to solve old crimes.
In the course of her job, she encounters an angry ghost and tries to help it move on, but this turns out to be no ordinary haunting. Usually good at her job, she finds herself confronted by something very unexpected. Something she may not be able to do anything about, as something from her past comes back to haunt her.

On a lighter note, all psychics have a spirit guide, and Ruby’s is far from ordinary. Hilariously different and fiercely protective, Ruby’s guide is a dog called Jed.

This book has everything. Well written with very believable characters.
A nightmare ending, brilliantly suspenseful and gripping.

I enjoyed reading it immensely.

Shani Struthers
About The Author

Born and bred in the sunny seaside town of Brighton, one of the first literary conundrums Shani had to deal with was her own name - Shani can be pronounced in a variety of ways but in this instance it's Shay-nee not Shar-ney or Shan-ni - although she does indeed know a Shanni - just to confuse matters further! Hobbies include reading and writing - so no surprises there. After graduating from Sussex University with a degree in English and American Literature, Shani became a freelance copywriter. Twenty years later, the day job includes crafting novels too. She is the author of contemporary Cornish romance - The Runaway Year - published in 2013 by Omnific Publishing and best-selling paranormal mystery - Psychic Surveys Book One: The Haunting of Highdown Hall - published by Crooked Cat in April 2014.
Jessamine - a paranormal mystery/romance set in the highlands of Scotland and The Runaway Ex (sequel to The Runaway Year) were also published in late 2014. And from March 2015, PsychicSurveys Book Two: Rise to Me is available both in ebook format and paperback.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

A Walk in the Sunshine...

   posted by Jaye Marie

Yesterday, Anita and I played truant. We deliberately left all of our writing and promoting, all of the household chores and went out into the sunshine. This was the first time this year and was long overdue.
It all started when we were discussing a new post about synchronicity and all the coincidences that have occurred since we moved down here from London several years ago.
One of Anita’s favourite books/film is The Time Machine by H G Wells, and we happened to have moved to the one place in England where the author actually wrote it.  (More on this in future post)

So, with my trusty new camera, we set off to take some pictures. This was my first photo trip since I tripped and fell flat on my face in Southampton, severely damaging my left knee and not doing my ego any good either. I was trying to walk and take pictures at the same time.
My old camera was ruined, as it didn’t appreciate being thrown at a wall, and the knee is still not quite right, so I was nervous to say the least, as falling over at my age is not to be recommended.

It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny with barely a breeze. The town was busy; it seemed everyone else had the same idea. Spring flowers were everywhere, and before long, we found ourselves walking to the pond. They call it a pond, but it is really big and must be a lake. I mean, how big does a body of water have to be, to elevate it to lake status?
Anyway, it is far too beautiful a place to be called a pond.
It was only when we arrived, that we realised it was a school holiday and the place was teeming with families. We usually avoid such occasions if we can, preferring the peace and quiet for it  is the perfect place for inspiration and the general charging of personal batteries.
But we were there, so we made the best of our visit.

I don’t know if it was because this was our first trip out (it was long overdue) or something else entirely, but the day seemed magical. Everywhere we looked, new life was enjoying the sunshine too. So much fresh green growth, all the new reeds in the water, the buds on the trees. The willow trees in particular were clothed in a mist of green, giving them an ethereal quality.
Sunshine sparkled on the water and it felt glorious to be alive. Well worth all the catching up we would have to do later.

We sat and enjoyed a cup of coffee at the lovely waterside cafĂ©, and watched the families with their offspring, noticing for the first time just how many older couples there were, enjoying the day and each other’s company.
Seems we were not the only ones enjoying a day of freedom from life in general. But we would all feel the better for it.

(I took nearly eighty photographs, and didn’t fall over once!)

Thursday, 9 April 2015

The Power of Books…

Posted by Jaye Marie

I was a lonely child, and London was a lonely place to be when I was growing up there after the war. All around me, people were busily trying to put their lives and homes back into some kind of order.
I remember walking around the streets, confused by all the chaos that still had to be dealt with, all the piles of dusty bricks and rubble that was all that remained of so many people's lives.
This is probably what made me such a melancholic child, and the reason I retreated into the world of books.

My favourite book was a copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and I would love to have that particular copy back in my possession. I remember it as being illustrated, full of hauntingly beautiful but tortured imagery that managed to scare the living daylights out of me. (I was only eight years old)

I often wonder if my memory is at fault. Was this book really illustrated, or did the words simply conjure up what I thought I saw?
I do love a good book and I must have read thousands of them in my lifetime. This brings me rather neatly to my favourite author of all time, Stephen King. He wrote about everything from a crazy car to a tormented child and just about every scary subject in between. I have spent so much time in his company.

Which brings me to another of my favourite authors. Anita Dawes. You meet her here quite regularly, as she is the other half of this writing partnership.  She is not quite getting the recognition I think she deserves, but I can see a similarity with King in everything she writes. Horrible things happen to her characters too, but you cannot help but love them anyway.
What follows is an excerpt from Bad Moon, my all-time favourite...


"Watching the truck coming towards us seemed to take forever, like Pa was going deliberately slow. We waited for Pa to get out of the truck and I could see from his dirt-streaked face that it weren't good. Nathan's face looked worse.
Ma tried to stop me from running to the truck, but couldn't hold me. I climbed on the back and didn't see Nathan getting out. Suddenly he was there beside me. I remember kneeling and touching the blue check shirt that covered Josh's face. I remember the touch of Nathan's hand on mine and the gentle way he said, 'Don't look, Annie please. Just let Pa bury him.'
 But I had to see for myself, had to know if it was the tree falling on him that had killed him. My eyes were wet, but the tears wouldn't fall. I pulled the shirt back and a scream tore at my throat, trying to find a way out.
No sound came as I looked at what was left of his face, dark gaping holes looked back at me. Gone were his blue grey eyes, the very thing I had liked most about him had been gouged away.
His face was torn and bloody. Dried blood matted his hair and dead leaves were sticking to him.
Nathan tried to take me away, saying I had seen enough. I felt myself being lifted slowly from my knees and as Nathan carried me away, that's when my mind registered what it had seen.
The torn flesh on his face hadn't been caused by the fall. The skin standing away from the bone and all the dried blood made it hard to read, that was why my mind didn't see it right off.
They had cut Pa's name down one side of his face, as if taking his eyes weren't enough.
The scream that wouldn't come before, finally broke through and shut down my brain like an axe blow..."

See what I mean?

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