#Thursday Throwback ~ Review for Examining Kitchen Cupboards by Stevie Turner @StevieTurner6

Jill Hayes discovers that not all is as it seems in her new post as a college examinations administrator. When she turns whistle-blower and tries to report her findings to the authorities, she is horrified to discover that some people will stop at nothing to ensure her silence.

Our Review

Starting a new job is always fraught with tension, you worry whether you will be liked, and more importantly, are you able to convince them of your competence?

Jill Hayes is met with total disdain from her new superior, so when she questions something that doesn’t seem right, she is met with hostility on many levels.

If you discover something is wrong, could you be a whistle-blower, or would you hope that someone else would do it instead?

This story has it all, corruption and greed, and an interesting cast of fascinating and true to life characters. Although Examining Kitchen Cupboards is a work of fiction at its finest, you could be forgiven for thinking it seems far too real to be comfortable, and I’m sure some of it must be based on fact, which of course, makes it all the more chilling…

About the Author

Stevie Turner is a British author of suspense, paranormal, women’s fiction family dramas, and darkly humorous novels. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and ‘A House Without Windows’ gained the attention of a New York media production company in December 2017. Some of Stevie’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese.

Stevie can be contacted at the following email address: stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk
On her website http://www.stevie-turner-author.co.uk you can find a free suspense novella to read so that you can check out her writing style. You can also find her blog at the following link: http://www.steviet3.wordpress.com and you can sign up to her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/dvNklL

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #523 ~ No Weapon Found ~ #Poetry

No Weapon Found


The air, thick with the smell of iron
A blood-soaked drawing
Found under the body of a young man
Depicting a church. The space around, 
seemingly undisturbed, no weapon found
Time of death estimated at 12 pm
News spread like wildfire
Murder on one of our favourite beaches
Time is a fault in finding the perpetrator
Every minute searching for clues becomes tight
A net slowing the officers
The small rowboat might hold a clue
They are warned that speedy actions
will lead the investigation astray
Detective James yelled across the office
Someone bring that priest in for questioning!

© Anita Dawes 2021

A Sisters Gift…

Anita wrote this wonderful poem for my book, Out of Time…

Out of Time

Kate’s life, her mind, is out of time
A savage wind took all 
but the brush from her hand.
Her thoughts crash like a wild storm
She no longer has the will to speak
One last blow to strike
A fake wedding planned by Detective Snow
To trap the beast that waits without.
Will Jack be snared or run again?
The snowman, as Kate calls him,
Will he stay with her until the end...

►© Anita Dawes 2018

Book Description

Kate Devereau wakes up in hospital in this exciting sequel to NINE LIVES,

unable to speak or move after the brutal attack by her ex-husband.

Her brain has shut down, refusing to acknowledge the misery of her dark, disturbing past.

A past that conceals a web of painful secrets.

Can she gradually piece her shattered life back together,

Or will she discover that her nightmare is far from over?

Book of The Week ~ Splitting Infinities by Sian Turner #Psychological Fiction @SianTurner1066

A relatable story full of suspense, with psychological twists and turns in every chapter.

Dawn Foster lost her 18-year-old son, Ben following a tragic accident and a few months afterwards her husband Gary left her. Then, quite by chance, Dawn discovers her son’s ‘lucky stone’ concealed in the pocket of his favourite jacket. She carries the treasured stone with her everywhere, even keeping it under her pillow at night.
The day after the discovery, Dawn’s life suddenly begins to take a series of inexplicable turns that leave her suspecting she has some form of stress-induced amnesia. But soon she is forced to face an even more frightening explanation that leaves her doubting more than just her memory. With her son dead, her husband gone and life quite literally out of control, how will Dawn ever be happy again?

Meet the Author Sian Turner

I am a UK author based in East Sussex and am a long-standing member of Shorelink Writers. My first two novels were historical fiction stories, but I now write magical realism (contemporary novels with a paranormal/supernatural element).

If you wish to receive updates from me, including freebies (usually a FREE ebook), information about future releases and news, please sign up to my mailing list by visiting my website:
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To anyone who has bought one of my books, a resounding THANK YOU. Reviews are tough to get though, and can make or break a book, so a huge double thank you if you have also reviewed any of them.

Our Thoughts

Splitting Infinities is a remarkable story.

An extremely clever and complicated plot that will tie your brain in knots.

The attention to detail is quite amazing.

I loved the way Dawn had to start keeping a journal to understand all the confusing changes in her life.

Not that it helped much, for as fast as she thought she understood what was happening and why, it all changed again.

How I managed to cope with such a complex story arc, I don’t know, but I enjoyed trying to figure it all out all the twists and turns!

Amazon Link (as the usual way doesn’t appear to be working!)

Mindlovesmisery Photo Challenge #385

Photo credit Mark Payton

MLMM PhotoChallenge #385

I cross the old wooden bridge
A time machine to the past
Each step could be the one 
To trigger the magic
I am halfway across, looking back
I can see nothing, 
clouds, mountain tops, no bridge
My footsteps vanished, 
alongside the old wooden planks
I walk on, praying
Please let the next step take me home
The clouds ahead looked thinner
Started to clear
I could see the most amazing buildings
Blue and white
Gripping the rail edge to move on
A white shroud stole my beautiful vista
I was alone, 
nothing but wooden planks ahead of me
That’s when I heard a small voice
Do you want your old life?
I couldn’t stop myself from yelling, yes!
Then turn around. If you have faith
The bridge will appear
Would you take that step back
With nothing to see but clouds?

© AnitaDawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Emerging ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – EMERGING

Emerging - Image by Geoff Le Pard
Emerging – Image by Geoff Le Pard

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green man (with the traditional leaves for his hair) emerging from a bricked up tunnel.

Blessings

I am not who they think I am
They think I represent nature, WRONG
My heart, if I had one would be black, torn
Created by a curse
No one can hide from me
Walls do not a prison make
I cannot be caged by thought or deed
I collect tears to mix with rain
To keep emotions in the world of people
Other planets have their own methods 
of keeping feelings alive
Not all are as gentle as my ways
Count your blessings, including the rain…

© AnitaDawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee #Keepitalive #WDYS #Poetry

What do you see # 102 – October 4, 2021

Image credit; Xresch @ Pixabay

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a rocky landscape, near the ocean. Overhead an old house with a few mechanical devices is floating in the sky on a small piece of land.

Could be I have set my sights too high
This old house aint worth moving
It’s mine, I love it
The land too, it holds memories
Strange to say, I have found a way
To mechanise my piece of land
I now travel the universe
Looking for a place to set down
Many of the seas and skies
Remind me of the old homestead
Like Gulliver, I long to find a space
To drop down, to call home
To make new memories
To add to my land
The sights I have seen
Seeds and plants I have gathered
I have taken away memories of people
Who have stood on my land
Their essence seeping through like rain
Will speak to me, keep me company
On dark nights
Until a space opens that I can fit into
And drop anchor…

© AnitaDawes 2021

Dead of Winter ~ Journey 9 ~ Doors of Attunement #Fantasy @teagangeneviene

In this ninth installment Emlyn, Osabide, and Fotia (in Zasha’s body) traveled to a third world, so little known that it is only called the Other Realm. They hope to restore Zasha. Will Fotia willingly relinquish her new life in a young body? There the trio meet unpredictable, but vastly powerful beings known as the Listeners. One of them is a new enemy. Another might be friend or foe. Either way, he is dangerous.
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Arawn has grown stronger. An army of the dead gathers near the Lost Library. Hallgeir faces one of the biggest decisions of his life.
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Journey with our travelers. Adventure awaits.

Our Thoughts

In the Other Realm, Emlyn and her friends are faced with three doors, all very different, but none inviting. It would seem they must choose one, but should they be opened? Taking an enormous risk, they choose to open the second door and meet a strange creature who warns them of the risks they face. But is he telling the truth?

So many questions in this journey, so many dangerous decisions to make. Emlyn begins to lead the way, her newfound confidence and trust in her own instincts shining like a beacon.

I loved the part when Emlyn is drawn to the mysterious staircase. Something compels her to climb the crumbling steps that seem to lead nowhere and discovers more about this world and her powers.

Was she right to trust her instincts, or is she being beguiled by Arawn?

With each journey, this story gets more and more delightfully complicated. I take my hat off to the author’s incredible imagination for creating this amazing world!

MLMM Wordle #257 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The cicatrix stuck out like a sore thumb
What a pity the tree didn’t have
proprioception, allowing it to move out of the way.
Strange thoughts going through my mind
As I walked through the woods.
I have no need to leave crumbs to find my way back
The last time I was here, a strange luminous light
drove me mad, as I could not discover what it was.
I could not suddenly pretend to believe in fairies
That mix of little folk that like to tease
Maybe, after a lifetime of study
I will be lucky to see one of the shining folks for myself.
An hour in, there it was, luminous, shining
Could this be the original light from so long ago?
Can I continue to deny that there is something
other than myself living in these woods?

© Anita Dawes 2021