Posted in Blog Tour, Extracts, Ghosts/Horror, Promotions

Do you love a good horror? Yesterday kicked off the blog tour for Rosie Shadow by Louise Worthington – pop over to my blog to find the purchase links and get a sneak peek

Today I am delighted to be sharing an extract from Rosie Shadow which is a new release by Louise Worthington, as soon as I read the blurb for this one I knew I wanted to read it as I love a good horror and I am lucky enough to be sharing a passage with you all today. Don’t forget if you love the sound of it, to grab your copy using the purchase link below

Book Blurb

‘Whatcha crying for, sissy? Why don’t you grow a pair?’ Rosie says to her mother…‘Send me to school and I’ll rip off your arm! Beat you with the stump.’
Abandoned by her terrorised mother at the age of six, Rosie Shadow will do anything to win the affection of her father Archie, an undead cannibal in charge of Her Majesty’s Prison Shortbury, now operating as a visitor attraction.
Clare is sent reeling into Archie’s arms with the grief of losing her boyfriend in a mysterious car accident when he collides with an ancient yew tree.

The secrets in the Medieval dungeon beneath the prison are under threat when Clare becomes suspicious of Archie’s true identity and his progeny.

Rosie Shadow is the first book in The Black Tongue Series, a gripping horror thriller by the author of Rachel’s Garden, The Entrepreneur, Willow Weeps and Distorted Days.

Available to purchase here

An extract from Rosie Shadow by Louise Worthington

Chapter Fourteen

People in the modern world, tottering above Archie’s head, have never known real suffering
or real hunger. Sure, a belly rumble if they skipped breakfast, but not the agony of hunger,
the death from hunger, the desperation, the instinct to chew, bite, swallow, denied day after
day until it’s tempting to eat your tongue, to chew the flesh from the insides of your mouth or
an inmate’s ear, just to taste something in your mouth and use your teeth.
The convenience of vending machines, take-outs, drive-throughs, irritates him – that
and so much more at the touch of a button. It’s unbelievable how easy people have it now.
People whine about the weather, for God’s sake. Get them down here, in this dungeon; then
they’ll have something to whine about. Experience real and prolonged suffering, and then the
sun never stops shining.
There is a chastity belt on the stone floor – old pickings of his. Once the woman got
skinny the belt slipped right off, like a ring on a finger. No mistake. A ball and chain loosely
encircle the bones from a dismembered leg. Had rats eaten their flesh? There are so many rats
scuttling over his shoes; he kicks the fat ones off, sending a couple flying against the stone
wall. Using salt as a preservative, and exhuming more recent corpses from the grounds, he’s
managed to keep the pantry stocked and himself alive.
‘Rosie, can you hear me? I’m talking to you. If you can hear me, send me food, Rosie.
Send me food. There’s a good girl, then Daddy will come for you to bring you home.’
Ah, the blissful stinking and whispering, the cackling and the odours of people left to
rot in their cells, one on top of the other. Humane? What’s humanity in the business of
criminality and punishment? He’s glad the women were convicted, so he can fill his belly.
‘Hello, stinky,’ he says to a female corpse who is still wearing her work shoes. ‘Nice
of you to drop by. Or rather, nice of Rosie to feed her Daddy-coo. Do you have any salsa to
go with you, or guacamole goo?’ He laughs, and the sound thuds against the damp walls.
‘Man, you stink, lady! Weeeell past your best. I’m going to call you Jasmine today, just for a
touch of irony.’
Archie tries not to overindulge on what he calls his Mexican meal, since rations are
low.

‘I’m hungry, so you’ll have to do.’ A snuffling sound comes from his mouth as he
dines on the female corpse, who is still on some missing persons’ list. The flesh is chewy;
pieces get stuck in his canines. ‘You’d taste better boiled, or braised. I’d sooner have fresh
meat to flesh me out. Got any tips for me, Jasmine, to make Clare want me?’
The grey outline of the man-thing begins to flesh out, to take a firmer, more definite
shape, as the grotesque sound of chewing and smacking of lips takes hold. There’s a slurping
sound as he finishes up. Archie rubs his biceps, enjoying the feel of muscle, then runs his
hands over his chest, pleased by the small swell of his pectoral muscles.
As he exhales, Archie’s breath is an icy circle hanging in the air. The sight of it makes
him happy. Breathing. It’s a bitterly cold, gloomy place, perfect for a man like him to savour
the joy of life. He’s lucky to be alive. The restaurant lit by candlelight is most suitable for a
banquet. The gibbet is a piece he’s fond of, empty now of course, but a decorative piece. The
mask of shame and torture shoe are still in reasonable shape, though rusty and unbelievably
heavy.
On an iron rack there are bones so old they have almost perished to nothing. He snorts
their white dust up like cocaine. The door to an iron maiden is open, another closed with a
skull for a joker’s head. Archie likes to stand in it, just for fun. He picks up a skull and aims it
at the open iron maiden, but misses.
‘Do you think I should get my hair cut, Jasmine? I mean, it stopped growing about
two hundred years ago, but it’s still long.’ He fingers his hair gently. ‘I do like my hair,
though. I think Clare does, too. There aren’t many men who can make long hair look
masculine.’
There isn’t the usual background music to dine to: the history of suffering and sounds
of pain come and go in waves as if all the inmates are one wave, one break, longing for fresh
air, natural light, food and water.
‘Ssssh,’ he says. ‘I’m talking to Jasmine. If I can make Clare happy, make her want
me, I needn’t dine on dead flesh ever again. How perfect that would be. Staying fat and fed
on pure sex. No gristly bits between my teeth.’
Prisoners had been friends down here in the place Archie thinks of as his pantry. They
talked about their crimes, their victims, their hopes. He hasn’t touched any of the men. Their
stories are embedded in the brick, buried in the soil. He eavesdrops, then gets up from his
knees a fatter, wider man with one hand on his stomach, which is bloated and feels gassy.

Merek, Tybalt, Rowan, Thea, Alice, Brom.
They were here, once.
Elspeth, Tristin, Josef, Cedric.
He removes a mask of shame from a skull. ‘You think I should be wearing you, don’t
you?’
In one cell no more than ten-by-ten there are twenty or more fragments from
skeletons. Men and women locked up for their crimes, to ‘do time’, perhaps dead from
starvation, torture or disease – cholera, polio, the plague. Maggots and beetles, which had
once perhaps wriggled through the eye sockets in a macabre game of hide and seek, have
shrivelled up and died as if in sympathy.
His friends had rotted to nothing. But not Archie. He didn’t need bread or meat to
feed on. Just a woman’s body. Living or dead, but the living kind fills him up faster for
longer – not that there’s much left of anything down here, now after the rats have gorged with
their fill.
Clare is tender meat. Soft flesh, and muscles. But she’s still off the menu for a while.
‘I bet she misses that boyfriend. Thinks about him when she’s in bed. Jasmine, I think it’s
time we had some fun, don’t you? Send her running in fright, and I’ll have my arms open
wide for her when she comes running to Daddy-coo.’

Meet the Author

Louise Worthington lives in Shropshire and is the author of six novels. She writes across genres, including psychological fiction, horror and women’s fiction. She takes inspiration for settings from Cheshire where she grew up, her local town of Shrewsbury and the surrounding natural landscape. As a teenager, she read until the small hours, enjoying the dark worlds conjured by Stephen King and Daphne du Maurier.

In June 2020 she signed with Bloodhound Books, leading crime and thriller publishers. 2021 will see the launch of book one of The Black Tongue Series, Rosie Shadow, a supernatural horror, and Dr Glass, book one of the Glass Minds Series, psychological thrillers.

Louise’s debut novel, Distorted Days, was described by Kirkus Review as ‘a formidable work’. Her novella-in-flash was longlisted by Ellipsis Zine and many of her short stories and flash fiction are published in the UK and America.

If you would like to get in touch please follow the links below.

Website: https://louiseworthington.co.uk/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Louise-Worthington-105535434860475

Twitter: @louiseworthing9

Many thanks for the invitation to join the blog tour and for my copy of the book to read and review.

Massive thanks to everyone who has stopped by to visit my blog, please remember to like and share to help spread the book love far and wide!

Have a great day

Kel x

Posted in 5*, Adult Fiction, Blog Tour, Ghosts/Horror, Psychological Thriller

Today I am very excited to be joining the blog tour for I Am Dust by Louise Beech which is one of my favourite reads of the year so far!

Today I am so excited to be joining the blog tour for I am Dust by Louise Beech, a superb author whose books I love to read. A massive thanks to Anne at Random Things Tours for the invitation to take part in this blog tour.

 

My Review

OMG Louise has done it again, this book left me with chills!!

I loved it from the offset, it told a brilliant story over a dual timeline that was creepy and addictive to read. I was so excited when it arrived on my kindle on publication day and immediately started to read. This was one of those books that once you start to read  I couldn’t stop and I was disappointed to reach the end as it had totally captured me and I felt like I was in the theatre with Chloe as the events unfolded.

The descriptions were vivid and the words jumped off the page. Louise has a true skill when putting pen to paper and I absolutely loved this book. A true page turner that was creepy, emotional and memorable. The characters created were easy to connect to and have left a gaping hole as I loved them and the intensity of the story throughout and was left with goosebumps when I reached the end.

A superb 5* read that has left me with a massive book hangover!

 

Book Blurb

A haunted theatre
A murdered actress
Three cursed teenagers
A secret that devastates them all…


The Dean Wilson Theatre is believed to be haunted by a long-dead actress, singing her last song, waiting for her final cue, looking for her killer…

Now Dust, the iconic musical, is returning after twenty years. But who will be brave enough to take on the role of ghostly goddess Esme Black, last played by Morgan Miller, who was murdered in her dressing room?

Theatre usher Chloe Dee is caught up in the spectacle. As the new actors arrive, including an unexpected face from her past, everything changes. Are the eerie sounds and sightings backstage real or just her imagination? Is someone playing games?

Is the role of Esme Black cursed? Could witchcraft be at the heart of the tragedy? And are dark deeds from Chloe’s past about to catch up with her?
Not all the drama takes place onstage. Sometimes murder, magic, obsession and the biggest of betrayals are real life. When you’re in the theatre shadows, you see everything.

And Chloe has been watching…

 

I Am Dust Jacket

Available to purchase here

 

About the Author

Louise’s debut novel, How to be Brave, was a Guardian Readers’ pick in 2015 and a top ten bestseller on Amazon. The Mountain in my Shoe longlisted for the Guardian’s Not The Booker Prize 2016. The Sunday Mirror called Maria in the Moon ‘quirky, darkly comic, original and heartfelt’. It was also a Must Read in the Sunday Express and a Book of the Year at LoveReadingUK. The Lion Tamer Who Lost was described as ‘engrossing and captivating’ by the Daily Express. It also shortlisted for the RNA’s Romantic Novel of the Year and longlisted for the Polari Prize 2019. Call Me Star Girl hit number one on Kobo. It also longlisted for the Not The Booker Prize and won the Best magazine Big Book Award 2019. I Am Dust is out in 2020.

Link to her website – http://louisebeech.co.uk/

 

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Posted in 5*, Adult Fiction, Blog Tour, Ghosts/Horror

#Review Happy Halloween… Today I am sharing my review for the fantastically spooky The Lost Ones by Anita Frank

Today I am so excited to be joining the Halloween Takeover for The Lost Ones, which has quickly jumped into my top 10 reads of the year. I picked up this book the day after receiving it and I sat and devoured it within a day. I loved everything about this book from the carefully crafted characters to the superb gothic setting of Greyswick.

The story focused around the sisters Madeleine and Stella who along with the curious house maid Annie set about uncovering secrets that are haunting them in their sleep at Greyswick. The setting was during World War I which was a highly turbulent time for England and this book was brimming with loss and grief, which in turn brings the hidden secrets of Greyswick to life.

The Lost Ones is a story that captures you and pulls you in, it keeps you spellbound so that you just have to keep reading to see if Annie & Stella can really uncover the secrets contained within the walls of Greyswick and whether they are in danger delving into the past.

A superb read that I absolutely loved, the loss Stella had experienced was palpable and the setting was bought to life through the wonderful descriptions of this gothic home. I found myself holding my breath with anticipation, this is a book that you’ll be disappointed to finish .

Book Blurb

England, 1917

Reeling from the death of her fiancé, Stella Marcham welcomes the opportunity to stay with her pregnant sister, Madeleine, at her imposing country mansion, Greyswick – but she arrives to discover a house of unease and her sister gripped by fear and suspicion.

Before long, strange incidents begin to trouble Stella – sobbing in the night, little footsteps on the stairs – and as events escalate, she finds herself drawn to the tragic history of the house.

Aided by a wounded war veteran, Stella sets about uncovering Greyswick’s dark and terrible secrets – secrets the dead whisper from the other side…

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Available to purchase here

About the Author

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Born in Shropshire, Anita studied English and American History at the University of East Anglia. She now lives in Berkshire with her husband and three children.
Many thanks to Joe Thomas at HQ Stories for the invite to take part on this publication day blog blitz, please remember to like and share to spread the book love for this superb book!
Posted in 5*, Adult Fiction, Blog Tour, Contemporary Fiction, Ghosts/Horror

#Review Today I am sharing my review for one of my top reads of the year so far The Girl at the Window by Rowan Coleman #BlogTour #BackaBlogger #TheGirlAtTheWindow @rowancoleman @annecater

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Today I am sharing my review for one of my favourite reads of the year so far, a stunning story that I fell in love with upon arrival at the rundown Ponden Hall.

Trudy has returned to her beloved childhood home recently widowed with her son Will after an estrangement from her Mother. I found this story beautifully creepy and enthralling, it mixes modern day with events that happened hundreds of years ago. The ghosts trapped in the house have always spoken to Trudy and now they are leaving clues about events in the past.

This book has a dark and slightly gothic feel that made me want to just keep reading. It was a story of how the house had many stories to tell of loss and love over the years and through the generations of the Heaton’s.

As the past and present come colliding together the book keeps gaining momentum and I found more and more that I couldn’t put the book down as was so keen to see what would happen to Ma, Trudy and Will.

A truly brilliant and memorable read with superb characters that you will love and hate in equal measures, this book made my spine tingle and I loved it!

 

Book Blurb

Ponden Hall is a centuries-old house on the Yorkshire moors, a magical place full of stories. It’s also where Trudy Heaton grew up. And where she ran away from…

Now, after the devastating loss of her husband, she is returning home with her young son, Will, who refuses to believe his father is dead.

While Trudy tries to do her best for her son, she must also attempt to build bridges with her eccentric mother. And then there is the Hall itself: fallen into disrepair but generations of lives and loves still echo in its shadows, sometimes even reaching out to the present…

 

The Girl at the Window Cover

Available to purchase here

 

About the Author

Rowan Coleman Author pic

Rowan Coleman’s first novel Growing Up Twice was a WHS Fresh Talent Winner. Since then, Rowan has written fifteen novels, including The Memory Book which was a Sunday Times bestseller. It was selected for the Richard and Judy Bookclub and awarded Love Reading Novel of the Year, as voted for by readers.

Her latest novel, The Summer of Impossible Things, is a Zoe Ball TV Book Club selection.

Rowan lives with her husband and their five children in a very full house in Hertfordshire, juggling writing novels with raising her family. She really wishes someone would invent time travel.

You can find out more about Rowan at http://www.rowancoleman.co.uk or follow her on Facebook or Twitter @rowancoleman

 

Many thanks to Random Things Tours for my invite to take part in this blog tour