Book Tour: One To Watch by Rachel Amphlett

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Hey, Today I have a review for you from the Book Tour for One To Watch by Rachel Amphlett.

Blurb…

Sophie Whittaker shared a terrifying secret. Hours later, she was dead.

Detective Kay Hunter and her colleagues are shocked by the vicious murder of a teenage girl at a private party in the Kentish countryside.

A tangled web of dark secrets is exposed as twisted motives point to a history of greed and corruption within the tight-knit community.

Confronted by a growing number of suspects and her own enemies who are waging a vendetta against her, Kay makes a shocking discovery that will make her question her trust in everyone she knows.

Review…

This is the 2nd book in this 3 book (so far) series that I have read by Rachel and I have to say I enjoyed it a lot.

I didn’t even predict who the killer was which is something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time.

As usual the characters were well developed and the storyline was intriguing and entertaining.

I would give this book 5 out of 5 stars and would highly recommend it to any crime lover.

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x

 

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Book Tour: Trust Me by Gemma Metcalfe

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Today I have a review for you for the book Trust Me by Gemma Metcalfe.

Blurb…

One phone call. Two lives. Their darkest secrets.

Lana needs to sell a holiday, fast. Stuck in Tenerife, in a dead end job, she never expected a response quite like Liam’s.

Thousands of miles away a phone rings. Liam never intended to pick up, he’s too busy choosing the quickest way to die. But at least someone should know the truth before he goes, even if that someone is a stranger.

As time runs out both are drawn to the other, expressing thoughts they never thought they would share.

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Review…

I really enjoyed this book and I loved the concept. Set across a phone call, two people discuss the sham that is their lives.

You go through the backstory of how they both ended up where they did and see things unfold as the move forward. It was a very compelling read and I found that I wanted to keep reading more, I needed to know the stories of these people.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a book with a twist or two. Excellent and well written. Gemma has done a brilliant job with it.

Rating: 5/5

You can find a copy of Trust me here

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x

 

Book Tour: Find me at Willoughby Close by Kate Hewitt

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Hey Everyone,

Today I have a review for you. Find me at Willoughby Close is the 3rd book by Kate Hewitt.

Blurb..

Welcome to Willoughby Close… a charming cluster of cosy cottages, each with a story to tell and a happy ending to deliver…

Harriet Lang had a perfect life, so she’s left reeling when everything is taken from her in one fell swoop. Suddenly, Harriet learns her beautiful farmhouse in the Cotswolds is double-mortgaged, her husband Richard’s been unceremoniously fired—and he’s become a little too close to his young, sexy assistant.

Harriet moves into Willoughby Close with her three children, trying to hold her head up high. With the help of her neighbour and newfound friend Ellie Matthews, Harriet starts to rebuild her life–but dipping a toe in the dating pool feels strange and meanwhile, her children are struggling in different ways. She wonders if starting over is really possible…

Then Willoughby Close begins to weave its healing magic on both her and her children, and Harriet begins to see a way forward. She even starts to date sexy local vet Tom Roberts–but when Richard reappears in her life, wanting to make amends, Harriet must make the painful decision about how much of the past can be forgiven—and what kind of future she is fighting for.

Review…

I read the book previous to this and really enjoyed it. It was a no brainer for me to pick this one up as well.

The story is well written and again a lovely read. I sympathise with Harriot and it is really nice to see how her story unfolds and the choices she makes. It has a good vibe about it, and the story is relatable to the sorts of problems that we may face on a daily basis.

It was also nice to see a glimpse at Ellie and Abby’s lives after the previous book.

Would highly recommend this to anyone who loves a bit of a down on her luck type story with romance.

Rating: 5/5

You can find a copy of this book on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

To read more about Kate you can visit her here.

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette.

Pottermore Sorting… Where do I fit?

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Everyone that knows me knows that I am a massive Potterhead (Harry Potter Fan).

I’m 35 going on 11 and still hoping to get my letter to Hogwarts. I mean what isn’t there to love about the world of Harry Potter? It’s full of magic, intrigue, magical creatures and of course Hagrid!

When I saw the films and read the books I thought like most people that Gryffindor was the best house, the coolest house, the house that has all the action however, I was wrong.

I found out about Pottermore and I just had to go take the Sorting Hat Quiz and find out where I truly belonged.

Sure enough I was put into the house which actually represented me better, and I have to say I am proud to be standing with the likes of Luna Lovegood in Ravenclaw.

Everything about Ravenclaw is perfect for my personality type and my character traits, right down to the wit.

Of course I didn’t stop there. I also went to to discover my Wand type, Patronus and my Ilvermorny House. Details of which you can see below.

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I’d love to know if any of you are Potter fans and what your houses are! Feel free to leave me a comment below letting me know where you fit and if you think it’s an accurate representation of you.

If you have yet to take the quiz, you can do so here.

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x 

Book Tour: Across Great Divides by Monique Roy {Excerpt}

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Today I have an excerpt for you from the book Across Great Divides by Monique Roy.

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Across Great Divides is a timeless, World War II story of the upheavals of war, the power of family, and the resiliency of human spirit. When Hitler comes to power in 1933, one Jewish family refuses to be destroyed and defies the Nazis only to come up against another struggle—confronting Apartheid in South Africa.


As Jews, life becomes increasingly difficult for identical twin sisters Eva and Inge under the oppressive and anti-Semitic laws of Nazi Germany. After witnessing the horrors of Kristallnacht, they flee their beloved homeland, finally finding a new home for themselves in the beautiful country of South Africa; however, just as things begin to feel safe, their new home becomes caught up in its own battles of bigotry and hate under the National Party’s demand for apartheid. Will Eva and Inge ever be allowed to live in peace? Across Great Divides is a tale of one family’s struggle to survive in a world tainted with hate, and the power of love that held them all together.

Excerpt…

Situated in the city bowl of Cape Town, at the foot of Table Mountain, and within sight of the docks, District Six was an inner-city, lively community made up of former slaves, artisans, merchants, priests, fisherman, teachers, midwives, and other immigrants, as well as Muslims brought to South Africa by the Dutch East India Company during its administration of the Cape Colony. A microcosm of clogged streets, filled with butcher shops and bakeries, churches and mosques, Victorian houses, markets, and bars. While it was home to a mostly coloured community, it was also comprised a large Jewish population.

The community of people came from all over the world and different corners of South Africa, and together created a rich mix of distinctive cultures, all living in harmony. But a blighted area existed among this community. The slum was dangerous, rife with gangsters and drug abuse. This den of vices was full of immoral activities, like gambling, drinking, and prostitution, and residents were prone to social ills, poverty and alienation.

Zoe and her daughter Zola lived in the slum in a corrugated iron shack. That was all they could afford and the shacks they lived among almost touched each other. Each shack was not just made from plain sheets of metal, they were adorned with colorful rope and plastic bags, anything the residents could get their hands on to personalize their homes.

Homemade shops, barbershops and salons, and car repair shops, housed in tiny tin huts, were also vibrantly decorated. And the secrets of the community were hidden in their walls. People socialized at the busy shebeens, illegal bars run out of sterile matchbox houses, and at the spaza—small, informal shops that operated out of homes—that sold cigarettes, soft drinks, sorghum beer and milk stout, as well as necessities, like maize meal, bread and sugar.

Life was lived on the streets, but the street they lived on was not really a street. It was an unpaved, dirt road, marked by blood, sweat and tears. It breathed in the sadness and hopelessness from the heavy footsteps of the residents.

Every day Zoe thanked God they were alive. In the warm summer months, their tin shed was like an oven. In the damp, cold winters, they froze and rain water flooded into their home. They shared a dirty toilet with a few other families, and there were no showers. Instead, they washed with water from a standpipe poured into a plastic bucket.

Buying Links…

US Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Across-Great-Divides-Monique-Roy-ebook/dp/B00DQB0ON8

UK Amazon

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Across-Great-Divides-Monique-Roy-ebook/dp/B00DQB0ON8/

Kobo

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/across-great-divides

ibookstore

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/across-great-divides/id668241043?mt=11

Barnes and Noble

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/across-great-divides-monique-roy/1115892591?ean=9780615832401

Thank you for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x

Book Review: Sweetpea by C.J Skuse {Spoilers}

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Hey Everyone,

Today I have a book review for you. I was sent a copy of Sweetpea via Netgalley in exchange for my review. My opinion of this book is in no way biased by this fact.

Blurb….

The last person who called me ‘Sweetpea’ ended up dead…

I haven’t killed anyone for three years and I thought that when it happened again I’d feel bad. Like an alcoholic taking a sip of whisky. But no. Nothing. I had a blissful night’s sleep. Didn’t wake up at all. And for once, no bad dream either. This morning I feel balanced. Almost sane, for once.

Rhiannon is your average girl next door, settled with her boyfriend and little dog…but she’s got a killer secret.

Although her childhood was haunted by a famous crime, Rhinannon’s life is normal now that her celebrity has dwindled. By day her job as an editorial assistant is demeaning and unsatisfying. By evening she dutifully listens to her friend’s plans for marriage and babies whilst secretly making a list.

A kill list.

From the man on the Lidl checkout who always manhandles her apples, to the driver who cuts her off on her way to work, to the people who have got it coming, Rhiannon’s ready to get her revenge.

Because the girl everyone overlooks might be able to get away with murder…

Review…

Right from the start of Sweetpea, you get an insight into the mind of Rhinannon. The book is set out in dates like a diary format. In the first entry, we see Rhinannon cut off a man’s penis and leave him to drown. Now Rhinannon doesn’t really kill for the sake of it, because of the urge to, she kills as an act of vengeance or justice. Not for her but for victims of paedophiles, child abusers, rapists, murders and anyone else that has done something which she feels they have not served the appropriate time for. Rhinannon also kills for self-preservation. The killing urges are always linked to her partner Craig’s infidelity.

As we continue through the book we see the highs and lows of Rhinannon and her temperament, which does hit a point where it does look like her mind is unravelling and she loses grip of her mental stability and we see her kill an innocent taxi driver.

However, after this she manages to grasp herself again and ends up falling pregnant and starts to see things differently, losing the urge to want to kill.

However, it all goes a bit wrong when AJ the man who is the baby’s father demands to be part of it. AJ is a young man of 19 who Rhinannon has been having an affair with behind her partner Craigs back, this started because she admitted that she had killed someone and wanted to keep him quiet.

Rhinannon kills AJ as she feels backed into a corner. Things have been going well for her and Craig, he has stopped his affair and is giving her and her bump all the attention she has been craving. AJ threatens to ruin all that.

Things then take a bad turn as Craig is arrested abroad during a football match for bad behaviour and ends up been a suspect for all Rhinnnon’s murders as she was setting him up prior to them getting back on track.

Rhinannon goes away for a hen party and gets a call from Craig saying he has been arrested and that the police may go to their home, this panics Rhinannon as she hasn’t moved AJ’s body. She immediately goes home to try and dispose of him. During which she actually admits she loved AJ and it’s pretty obvious she realises she has made a mistake and Craig isn’t who she wants.

The book ends as there is a knock on the door before Rhinannon has the chance to move AJ.

I found the book really enjoyable. You couldn’t tell from one entry to the other how things were going to go, how Rhinannon’s mental state would be and how far she would go. AJ was such a shame as he really did love her and she could have had the life she wanted with him.

I will be picking up the sequel to this if there is one as I really want to find out what happens to Rhinannon now she is pregnant.

Rating: 4/5

Thanks for reading. 

The Stationery Geekette x 

 

 

 

 

Book Tour: Alice by K.L Loveley {Excerpt}

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Hey Everyone,

Today I have an excerpt for the book Alice by K.L Loveley.

Excerpt…

A home where they could build on their marriage and forge good relationships with extended family.

Indeed, the house lived up to their very expectations. That was, until the day the rain water had started to seep under the foundations of the house, seeping into the floors and rising up the walls, ruining the plaster and the floors of their beautiful home. Their hallway and downstairs cloakroom were damaged from the rising water resulting in the supporting joists and battens becoming severely damaged. Thankfully the kitchen had been spared from damage, which was a blessing. The kitchen was Alice’s pride and joy. It had cost all of her savings, which she felt was worth the expense as it made up the difference of investment she had made when they purchased the house.

This was an important issue for her in the long term as she wanted to be recognised as having equal share in the house. Between them, Robin and herself had carefully planned the design of the kitchen employing a project manager and a reliable company to install. They chose solid French oak wood, which was in a natural state with the knots of the wood visible, giving a rustic country look which was reinforced by the addition of pewter handles, an authentic range cooker and the electrical appliances integrated behind the oak panel doors. The pièce de résistance, her favourite piece of furniture, was the large dresser which stood in the dining area of the large kitchen. The dresser, with its two glass cabinets and open shelves, was where Alice displayed her prized collection of antique tureens, jugs and plates. In the illuminated glass cabinets she displayed her collection of fine crystal-ware, most of which were wedding gifts from family, and the exquisite champagne flutes herself and Robin had purchased during a memorable holiday with their friends when they visited Prague for a long weekend. Alice just adored collecting antique objects, she had a special interest in ceramics and occasionally Robin and herself would visit a local auction house and bid for something special. Robin was also interested in collectables. He particularly had an interest in clocks; with an ambition to one day own a grandfather clock. Robin already had a place marked out in the lounge he deemed suitable. They already owned a Westminster chime mantel clock that Robin had purchased from a local antiques fair which stood pride of place on an oak mantel table in the lounge. Their home was a good mix of old and new that blended together well, giving an eclectic feel to the home.

Alice entered the kitchen looking around with a deep feeling of satisfaction. She loved this room. The wintry sun shone through the kitchen window reflecting on the pine kitchen table and chairs, which had been strategically placed there to allow for the penetration of maximum light during the winter months and the bright sunshine in summer, thus giving a welcome feel to the dining area. The large bowl of fruit in the centre of the table was piled high with fresh fruit which Robin had kindly purchased on his way home from work on Friday. Robin always took on the mammoth task of the family shop, which, with six adults to provide food and drink for, was an extremely expensive shopping bill. It was one of the many bones of contention building up and festering inside Alice, eating away, waiting to erupt any day now.

She glanced at the fruit bowl, making a mental note to use some of the apples in the red cabbage dish she was planning to serve with the roast turkey and accompaniments around half past two when they would be joined by her mum and Robin’s dad. The sweet and sour red cabbage dish was one of her favourite vegetable dishes to compliment white meat and pork. Her first mother in law was of German origin and had taught her to cook some traditional German dishes. Alice herself had lived in Germany for a number of years which had been an interesting and most enjoyable experience, one which she truly appreciated, as having the opportunity to live in a different country was an experience that she felt had enhanced her life.

Sometimes Alice would reflect on her years spent in the black forest in Bavaria. She was young then and a new bride with so many hopes and inspirations. A smile forced its way into her face as she remembered her first few weeks in the village. Having a limited knowledge of the language, they ate only pork chops and potatoes for the first week as she had purchased far too many of each. The conversion to metric values was something she had needed to learn along with an improved knowledge of the language. That first bag of potatoes she had carried home from the small grocery shop had been huge and extremely heavy. The grocer must have thought she was quite insane, reflected Alice.

Even now , each Christmas, she prepared a traditional German plate full to the brim with fruit, nuts, biscuits, gingerbreads and chocolates. And she felt that some traditions should be passed on. Alice hoped the Christmas plate would remain as part of her future grandchildren’s traditional Christmas. She filled the kettle while gazing through the kitchen window, which overlooked the back garden. Alice never tired of admiring the view from this window. Throughout the changing seasons the garden mesmerised her. The resilience of nature as the first snowdrops pushed up through the hard permafrost of the land; the beauty of spring when colour burst into the garden as the many daffodils, tulips and narcissi – which she planted the first autumn after they had bought the house – nodded their heads in the early spring breeze. During the summer months the garden continued to be a blaze of colour from the array of petunia, lobelia, marigold and nasturtium which Alice lovingly planted in the borders. There was an abundance of urns and tubs scattered around the patio area, which they had laid with paving stones imported from India. In these she planted red, white and pink geraniums, reminding her of faraway Mediterranean holidays which she had shared with her family and with Robin.

Now as she earnestly looked out of the window there was a light scattering of frost and a ray of weak winter sunlight creeping through the clouds, adding a glisten to the tiny drops of water on the stone bird table that her parents had made for her fortieth birthday. She breathed a deep sigh, remembering the two other gardens the bird table had enhanced. For three years it had stood majestically in the small back garden of the house she had shared with her first husband. The house where her children were born, the little garden where they had played as children. The garden had also been home to Anne Marie’s pet rabbit Snuggles. What a good life Snuggles had, thought Alice. She was allowed to freely roam the garden from dawn to dusk, going into her cosy hutch every evening, following a simple prompt from Anne Marie. Consequently, Snuggles lived to a ripe old age. A little smile crept over Alice’s face as she remembered the mounds of rabbit mess she regularly swept from the patio area.

Following the divorce, Alice was intent on saving enough money to move up the property ladder and into a detached house, which she eventually achieved by working in her full time position in addition to working as a supply nurse to provide weekend hospital cover. The bird table went with her, providing a free lift to a perky little frog which had sat in the bowl and much to Alice’s surprise jumped out at her as the table was lifted out of the removal van. However, within a year of achieving her ambition, Alice was on the move again, this time with Robin and into their first home together. Consequently, once again the table went with her, but minus the frog that time. Her love of gardening she had inherited from her father, who kept an allotment in addition to the small garden that surrounded their family home. There was always a supply of fresh vegetables and soft fruits such as blackcurrants, strawberries and gooseberries to be shared amongst the family.

When Ann Marie was a small child she loved to spend time with her granddaddy in the allotment and as she grew up her love of the land had continued. Both Alice and her brother were keen gardeners, a very useful interest to have inherited. Looking out of the window , her attention was drawn to the garden swing, as a light breeze set it gently rocking. It was covered in debris from the conifers and would need a good clean before the summer arrived. She looked up towards the conifers, hoping to catch sight of the other robin in her life; the little bird with its proud red chest and friendly attitude. That morning, there was no sign of her favourite little bird. Perhaps she might see him later, while she drank her mid-morning coffee in the conservatory that backed onto the garden, giving tremendous views and a very useful place to store her more tender plants away from the winter frosts.

There was a time when she had hoped to have a greenhouse, but perhaps now wasn’t the time to be dreaming of such additions to the garden. Staring out of the window, Alice was lost with her thoughts, troubled by what she knew she must discuss with her husband. The sooner she did, the sooner the heavy burden of stress hopefully would begin to ease and release the tension she felt throughout her body. Her troubling thoughts were overridden by the sound of a click from the kettle, signalling the water was boiled. If only my problems would evaporate into the air like the steam from the kettle, thought Alice as she made herself a coffee. The lovely aroma as the hot water hit the granules relaxed her a little, allowing Alice to concentrate on the task in hand.

Robin preferred tea in the morning, so while the tea was brewing Alice sipped the freshly made coffee. The best drink of the day was always the very first one following a restless night’s sleep. Alice carefully carried the mugs up the stairs, each one balanced on a saucer, which always amused Robin. He said she was the only woman he knew who was so fastidious as to use a saucer with a mug. Just one of the many things which made Alice different. And Robin and Alice were certainly different from each other in many ways. Fundamentally, they had different views and opinions. Alice tended to have a positive outlook in life, always looking for the good in a person or situation. Mathew, on a number of occasions, said his mum would have made a good defence lawyer and would probably have found something good to say about the Kray twins. Robin tended to be more negative and pessimistic, and probably more realistic than his wife. Very apt with quips, Robin could also be unashamedly sarcastic which Alice found difficult to cope with at times.

While Alice enjoyed continued learning and trying new activities, Robin was content to watch the television or go to the local pub. He preferred going to working men’s clubs where he could enjoy a game of bingo and watch live entertainment. Of course, Alice joined her husband on these occasions, enjoying the entertainment herself but not the bingo or the meat raffles, which she found most amusing when the prize of a pack of sausages was won.

If this sounds like the sort of book you would enjoy you can purchase it here.

Thanks for reading.

The Stationery Geekette x

 

Book Tour: Accidental Damage by Alice May {Excerpt}

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Hey Everyone.

Today I have an excerpt for you for the book tour of Accidental Damage by Alice May.

Excerpt…

Twenty minutes later, Beloved Husband and I were both standing on the drive looking at the damage to our home in total silence. Words cannot begin to describe how dumbfounded we were. I do remember thinking irrelevantly that at least it was rather a nice day. Blue sky, sunshine, tweeting birds, you know the kind I mean. Always looking for a silver lining, that’s me, or at least it was. It probably would have been worse if it
had been raining, but let’s face it, things were pretty bad already.
Friendly Local Builder came over to us dusting o# his hands and said, “OK, it’s stable for now, but it’s going to need a bit of work.” A well-meant understatement, I think. Just like when the nurse says, “You won’t feel a thing.”
“I take it there’s no-one inside?” he continued.
Oh damn! Was there? (No you’re right I said something much worse than that but
I am not admitting to it in print.)
The Barbarian Horde! Frantic mental mechanics ensued.
Phew panic over.
“It’s OK,” I stammered after a moment of carefully cataloguing the probable whereabouts of our offspring. “The kids are all at school, and the cat is asleep in the back garden.
“There’s lucky then, could have been worse,” he said cheerfully. Beloved Husband and I looked at him in complete astonishment. Could there
Beloved Husband and I looked at him in complete astonishment. Could there possibly be something lucky about this? Maybe he was right, after all no one was actually dead, except possibly the cottage. It all rather depended on your perspective I supposed.
“Best ring your house insurance then,” he prompted helpfully.
We nodded, that did seem like the only thing to do under the circumstances.
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A surprisingly short while later Beloved Husband had achieved a degree of
communication with the house insurance company.
With my hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, (we’re British, what else were
we going to do in a crisis?) I listened as he calmly agreed with the sweet young
thing on the end of the line that it really was highly inconsiderate of us to allow
the house to fall down on a Friday afternoon.
However, after he had politely insisted that yes the situation was fairly critical and no it really couldn’t wait until Monday, arrangements were eventually made for a structural engineer to visit the property to assess the situation later that evening.
Fingers crossed there was something of the house left standing for him to assess
when he got here.
There had been rather a lot of haphazard development at the property over the course of its 350 year existence. The most useful addition at this present time was a fairly large, relatively modern, single-storey extension at the rear of the original two storey cob section.
This was a very useful family room designed around a kitchen with a lounge-style seating area by an open area to one side. The room then morphed into a conservatory / dining area towards the garden. There was also a door that led to a tiny ground ;or bathroom with a minuscule utility area. Fortunately, this part of the house could all safely be accessed via the conservatory doors by the back patio without risking our necks going near the worryingly, wobbly walls at the front.
As a result we were able to corral the Barbarian Horde, on their return from various educational establishments, at the back of the house with sufficient edible supplies, a selection of electronic entertainment equipment and a stern lecture about venturing no further than the bathroom and back on pain of death.
Literally!
We bravely decided to survey the internal damage. On reaction this was probably a rather foolish idea, but I never have claimed to be terribly intelligent.
It was a very surreal experience. The cracks had widened considerably in a very short space of time, allowing loads more daylight to penetrate the small cottage rooms than we usually got from the tiny old windows. Unfortunately this additional lighting allowed us to see quite clearly the substantial internal damage that had resulted.
Friendly Local Builder had stuck around, not only for the entertainment value that we were
we were offering, but also from a genuine desire to help out. He muttered something about needing some more support and disappeared back outside to his truck. He returned shortly with a couple of metal props and a stack of three yellow hard hats. Beloved Husband and I accepted the hats in wordless disbelief and rammed them on our heads obediently before turning towards the stairs.
It was at this point that we began to get an inkling of quite how big a problem we now had. The previously charming, yet slightly rickety staircase was no longer charming and was significantly more rickety. In fact we would be hard put to describe it as a staircase at all. It had been built into the corner of the cob cottage where the slightly smaller of the two massive cracks now ran right up the stairwell towards the roof. (Not an interior design feature I would recommend.)
As Friendly Local Builder did something useful with his props downstairs, we ventured cautiously and no doubt imprudently up what remained of the staircase. I challenge anyone to make sound decisions under similar circumstances.
The damage to the upstairs was comparable to that downstairs, if not significantly worse. Plaster was still falling from the walls in huge chunks leaving thick dust swirling. Early evening sunlight poured in through a significant gap between the wall and the roof at one end, highlighting a scene of utter devastation.
Bedtime was obviously going to be a bit of an issue.
If Accidental Damage sounds like a book you would like to read then you can purchase it here on Amazon UK.
Thanks for reading.
The Stationery Geekette x

Book Tour: My Beautiful Disaster by J.D Hughes

Today I bring you a review for the Book Blog Tour of My Beautiful Disaster by J.D Hughes.

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Daniel Dukes, millionaire extraordinaire, has it all. A thriving business, good looks, power, money and women who’ll drop their drawers at the click of his skilled fingers. Just how he likes it.

Everything changes one day when a stipulation in his deceased uncle’s will scuppers his visionary plans. The only way to get what’s rightfully his, is to marry. Who? It doesn’t matter, because the enigmatic bachelor will stop at nothing and play dirty to get what is his.

Sophia Lewis had nothing until she started working directly for Daniel at Dukes Industries. Having grown up in care, she’s tough, has an answer for everything and knows how to handle all varieties of men. 

For two years, Sophia has attended to her overbearing boss’ every whim. Gone above and beyond the call of duty.

When an indecent proposal presents itself, boundaries are pushed and limits are tested. Can Daniel and Sophia remain professional to fool the dead uncle’s lawyers? As lines become blurred and tempers become frayed, can two strong-willed souls be the key to unlock each other’s hidden secrets? Or will the high price of the deal come at a devastating cost to them both?

Review…

I actually quite enjoyed this book. I found the main character Sophia interesting and likeable. Daniel clearly has some secrets but he is also likeable. From the start of the book I get the impression that Daniel has always liked Sophia and fell for her long before she did him.

The story develops well and was a good read. It seemed to read quickly with a good flow.

I will definitely be catching up with thw sequel because I just have to know now! 

To purchase a copy of My Beautiful Disaster you can do so here on Amazon UK.

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Thanks for reading. 

The Stationery Geekette x