Secrets in death
Dallas, Eve (Fictitious character)
J. D. Robb
fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, crime fiction
September 5, 2017
No one is going to miss Larinda Mars. A ruthless gossip queen with a lucrative sideline in blackmail, there's no lack of suspects when she's murdered in a fashionable New York bar. With so many people wanting her dead, it's going to be a tough case to crack. Lieutenant Eve Dallas may not like this particular victim, but it's her duty to bring the killer to justice. As she digs deeper into Larinda's mysterious past, it becomes clear the reporter had a unique talent for uncovering secrets. Including ones very close to home for Eve and her husband Roarke... Someone was willing to commit murder to keep their secrets hidden. And with Eve now working to uncover the truth, she and her team are heading into serious danger.
Dallas rides again in a New York winter, with a hat with a
pompom, which rally embarrasses her, but… there is a murder to be solved and
Roarke and his eGeek friends have plenty to do.
Gossip columnists have lots of secrets and they hold secrets
on others too it seems, secrets that make them a lot of money and give them a
lot of power. So lots of enemies to comb through. Perhaps not quite as original
as the earlier books in this series, but still, always worth a read.
As always, Peabody makes us smile, Roarke makes us lust, and
we all want to be Dallas. And we’d also quite like that week in the Mexico
hideaway she offered Peabody – especially if we fly by one of Roarke’s private
DI Luc Callanach #5
crime fiction, thriller, suspense, police procedural
February 7, 2019
Stephen Berry is about to jump off a bridge until a suicide prevention counsellor stops him. A week later, Stephen is dead. Found at the bottom of a cliff, DI Luc Callanach and DCI Ava Turner are drafted in to investigate whether he jumped or whether he was pushed…
As they dig deeper, more would-be suicides roll in: a woman found dead in a bath; a man violently electrocuted. But these are carefully curated deaths – nothing like the impulsive suicide attempts they’ve been made out to be.
Little do Callanach and Turner know how close their perpetrator is as, across Edinburgh, a violent and psychopathic killer gains more confidence with every life he takes…
An unstoppable crime thriller from the #1 bestseller. The perfect read for fans of Karin Slaughter and M. J. Arlidge.
The sexy Frenchman is again involved in a complicated serie of murders – except that only he thinks they are murders – to everyone else, they look like suicides.
In this series we have a lovely brooding dark French policeman sent to Edinburgh for various political reasons, who takes a long time to settle and make friends. But by this book in the series he is settling down – a little, but his friendships are stretched in this bizarre series of what are classed as suicides.
I very much like this series of novels. They tick all the right boxes. A brooding hero. A series of complicated crimes that only he can solve. And good storytelling with chills and gasps as accidents happen etc. Would make good TV.
DI Kelly Porter #4
Release Date: 25th February 2019
DI Kelly Porter is back, but so is an old foe and this time he won’t back down...When a teenage girl flings herself off a cliff in pursuit of a gruesome death, DI Kelly Porter is left asking why. Ruled a suicide, there’s no official reason for Kelly to chase answers, but as several of her team’s cases converge on the girl’s school, a new, darker story emerges. One which will bring Kelly face-to-face with an old foe determined to take back what is rightfully his – no matter the cost.Mired in her pursuit of justice for the growing list of victims, Kelly finds security in Johnny, her family and the father she has only just discovered. But just as she draws close to unearthing the dark truth at the heart of her investigation, a single moment on a cold winter’s night shatters the notion that anything in Kelly’s world can ever truly be safe.Don't miss this gripping crime thriller featuring a phenomenal detective. Perfect for fans of Angela Marsons, Patricia Gibney and Robert Bryndza.
Interview with Rachel
Questions for Authors: choose from list
Can you tell your readers something about why you chose this particular topic to write about? What appealed to you about it? Why do you think it is different and your approach is unique? The crime genre is something that has fascinated me since I was a teenage reader. It’s something about the ancient battle between good and evil that captivates me and urges me to create my own protagonists and antagonists. I think my approach is unique because the protagonist remains the same (Kelly Porter) but the plot line changes dramatically from one book to the next to keep readers attentive. I’ve tackled subjects such as sex slavery, teenage drug abuse, domestic abuse, PTSD and aristocratic angst, and each book can stand alone.
How long do you think about a topic before deciding to write about it? Do you have a set of notes or a note book where you write down topics that appeal before making a decision as to which topic this time? An idea can come from something as simple as climbing a mountain in the Lakes, or visiting a waterfall; and that becomes my next backdrop. The baddies and their dark deeds come as I’m writing.
How long does it take to research a topic before you write? And for this book? My research never stops. I’m always reading about police procedural methods and forensic science, as well as criminal psychology and profiling. Before I start, I guess I spend around four weeks planning what shape the book might take, but this could be in the form of day dreaming about it on a train journey into London.
What resources do you use? In general and for the last book that you wrote? The best resource available is the internet. It’s quick, quirky and I can pretty much find out anything I need to from there. Occasionally, I’ll refer to a history book (I used to teach the subject), or check a map of the Lakes. I also like talking to people and I interview police officers regularly.
How helpful do you find authority figures such as the police when you say you want to write about them? Is there a good way to approach them in your experience? Police officers, in my experience, are more than happy to chat about what they do. It’s one of the most satisfying elements of my work, because they share their instincts and passion for solving a riddle.
How many times have you been rejected before your first novel was accepted or before this book was accepted? Before publishing with Canelo, my biggest achievement was finding my agent: Peter Buckman of the Ampersand Agency, in 2016. Before that, I reckon my work had been rejected at least fifty times.
Did you need to self-publish on e-books before a publisher took you up? No.
Would you recommend self-publishing and building an audience before approaching a publisher? If so, what benefits do you see that it might have for the aspiring novelist? It depends what you’re trying to achieve. If you want exposure then you need a team behind you and so the first thing I would recommend is reading the Writer’s and Artist’s Yearbook and getting an agent.
Does writing provide sufficient income to live on? And how long did it take before this happened? No!
What is the funniest thing that happened to you on a book tour? I’m digital only until my books are released in paperback later this year, so I’ve never done one, apart from Twitter. Generally reviewers are lovely on Twitter.
What do you read when you are ill in bed? Cookery books!
What is your favourite genre? This question is a bit like I approach art: it has to touch me, so if I connect with it; any genre. It might make me laugh, cry, recoil or dream about it, but it has to grab me else I’ll put it down.
If you recommend a living author – who would it be? A dead author?
Living author- Stephen King. Dead author- Thomas Hardy
Which author had the most influence on your writing? Your writing style? Your writing genre? I have developed my own style through hundreds of edits and good old fashioned hard work. If I tried to be like anyone, else I would fail. I reckon I wrote about a million words (ten books) before I produced anything any good.
In your opinion who is the funniest author now writing? Ben Elton
Have you ever tried to imitate another author’s style? And if so, why?
No. It wouldn’t be convincing.
What have you done with the things you wrote when in school? Lost them!
Do you have any pets?
If so, what are they?
And what are they called?
Do they help you write?
Yes, a dog, she’s called Poppy and she’s a border/Jack Russell cross. She watches me write and guards my door! She scared the life out of me one day when she started barking and scratching the door- she’d seen something in the garden. I let her out, after tutting loudly and probably swearing like Kelly Porter, and she caught a squirrel! Oops. Instinct: it can’t be tame
Rachel Lynch grew up in Cumbria and the lakes and fells are never far away from her. London pulled her away to teach History and marry an Army Officer, whom she followed around the globe for thirteen years. A change of career after children led to personal training and sports therapy, but writing was always the overwhelming force driving the future. The human capacity for compassion as well as its descent into the brutal and murky world of crime are fundamental to her work.
A Testament to Murder
A Murder Will Follow Mystery Book 1
18th February 2019
Book Blurb: Suspenseful from the first page to the last, A Testament to Murder is perfect for fans of And Then There Were None, Murder on the Orient Express, and Crooked HouseA dying billionaire. Nine would-be heirs. But only one will take the prize... At the lush Villa Calypso on the French Riviera, a dying billionaire launches a devious plan: at midnight each day he appoints a new heir to his vast fortune. If he dies within 24 hours, that person takes it all. If not, their chance is gone forever.Yet these are no ordinary beneficiaries, these men who crossed him, women who deceived him, and distant relations intent on reclaiming the family fortune. All are determined to lend death a hand and outwit their rivals in pursuit of the prize.As tensions mount with every passing second, retired Scotland Yard investigator Jasper must stay two steps ahead of every player if he hopes to prevent the billionaire’s devious game from becoming a testament to murder…
A 1920s murder mystery to keep you guessing
“Anna!” Kenneth ran up to the figure in white who was cutting a few roses at the back of the garden. “I didn’t see you at breakfast. I was worried that you had left anyway.”
She didn’t look at him as she
reached out for another soft yellow rose, resting it in the palm of her hand a
moment, before cutting it and putting it with the others in the basket on her
“Anna?” Kenneth studied her tight
profile. “Is something wrong?”
“Of course not. I had breakfast in
the kitchen earlier with the other servants. I was only at dinner last night
because Mr Bryce-Rutherford wanted to make his revelation.”
“He can’t let you eat with the
servants. You’re not like them.”
“How would you know?” Anna asked,
but he saw the smile tugging at her lips.
Encouraged, he continued, “I’ll ask
Uncle Malcolm if you can eat with us every day. I bet he’ll think it’s a great
idea. He must like you. He doesn’t have any people around him who are…” Young, fresh, breathtaking. “Who can
cheer him up. I think he needs that. He thinks he’s dying. But perhaps he
isn’t. Perhaps he’s only depressed because everything is so sad here and
everybody treats him like an invalid. We could make things different for him.”
“You honestly think he isn’t dying?”
Anna asked. A frown hovered over her eyes.
Kenneth shrugged. “I would feel ill
if everybody treated me like I was ill all of the time. Theodora with her
things that he has to eat because they are good for him. And that darkened
room. He needs to do something fun.”
Anna held his gaze. “Can we take him
on our boat trip?”
Kenneth suddenly saw his whole boat
trip where he would impress Anna with his skills and his strength ruined by the
presence of a nagging old man. Or worse even, an old man who would look at him
with knowing eyes, smirking at the schoolboy trying to win a woman of the
He said quickly, “I think that would
be too dangerous. The sea could be rough and rock the boat. What if he fell out
of the boat and drowned?”
Anna’s eyes were a deep endless
blue. “Yes,” she said slowly, “what if…”
Here outside the house her smooth
skin didn’t seem so porcelain-like but had more of a tan, a healthy glow,
blending out her freckles. Her hands moved with quick determination as she
chose just the right rose to snip off and put in her basket.
One threatened to slip off from the
top of the bunch and she grabbed it. “Ouch!” She retracted her hand and a drop
of blood sat on her fingertip. She stared at it with a pained expression.
Kenneth pulled out his handkerchief
and offered it to her. She used it to dab at the blood, leaving a bright red
stain on the handkerchief. She smiled at him as she handed it back to him.
“Thank you. How clumsy of me.”
Kenneth put the handkerchief back in
his pocket and studied the blue skies above. “We could go boating now. Uncle
Malcolm doesn’t need you right away.” He said it in a blunt, confident tone.
Anna looked doubtful. “I promised to
bring in these roses and arrange them for him in a vase.”
“Theodora can do it. There she is.”
Kenneth pointed at the drab figure in grey which had come out of the house and
stood on the terrace.
“She doesn’t like me,” Anna said. “I
don’t know why. I take good care of my patient.”
Kenneth shrugged. “Some people think
they can do everything better. That’s just the way they are. Let me take the
basket to her. You go get a cardigan or something. It can be chilly on the
Anna suddenly laughed out loud. She
handed him the basket and the cutting tool and then threw her arms up in the
air and cheered. “Ken, you’re a doll.” She ran off around the house to where
the kitchen entrance was.
Kenneth stood motionless, his cheek
burning as if she had leaned in and kissed him there and then. He thought she
might have wanted to do that if Theodora hadn’t been watching them.
He turned to the woman with
resentment clawing at his stomach. That ugly old witch had to ruin everything
for everyone. If anybody ought to die here, it ought to be her.
He carried the basket to her,
holding the tool out like a weapon.
Theodora was studying the view and
only noticed him at the last moment. She yelped and clutched her hands
together. “Kenneth! What are you doing?”
“Here are some roses for Uncle
Malcolm. I thought you would like to arrange them in a vase and take them up to
him.” Kenneth held the tool and basket out to her. “He’ll appreciate all the
trouble you go through for him.”
Something lit in those dull eyes
over the long, forever sniffing nose. She said in a surprised tone, “That’s
very kind of you, Kenneth.”
He shrugged. Her eyes made him
uncomfortable as if she could see right through him. “I think you care very
much for him. And he needs that.”
The eyes lit even more. “Yes, he
needs that.” Theodora ran a finger over the soft petals of one of the roses.
“Even if he will never admit it.”
Kenneth pulled back his shoulders
and repeated something he had heard his mother say to her friends, “A man will
never admit he needs a woman.”
Theodora nodded. “How true. You’re
extremely intelligent for your age.” She cast a long loving look at the roses
and then turned away. Before she entered the house, she called to him,
“Remember one thing though: Anna can’t swim.”
Armed with cheese and chocolate, Vivian
Conroy sits down to create the aspirational settings, characters with
secrets up their sleeves, and clever plots which took several of her mysteries
to #1 bestseller in multiple categories on Amazon US and Canada. Away from the
keyboard, Vivian likes to hike (especially in the Swiss mountains), hunt for
the perfect cheesecake and experience the joy in every-day life, be it a fiery
sunset, a gorgeous full moon or that errant butterfly descending on the
Sin City Goddess
Fiction, fairytale, occult, thriller, crime
Thomas and Mercer
“It was hotter than Hades' closet in Las Vegas, and brighter than a Zeus-fueled lightning bolt.”Goddess Tisiphone, Avenger of Murder, spends her days playing poker in the underworld, far away from mortals - and all the terrible mistakes they make. But when her sister turns up missing, Tisi reluctantly agrees to bring her sister back from the most unholy place in the world: Las Vegas.Teamed up with Archer Mays, a recently deceased - and easy on the eyes - FBI agent, the anger-prone deity must keep her temper long enough to battle demons, save her sister . . . and unravel a plot sinister enough to destroy the realm of god and man forever.From the author of the enchanting Stacy Justice mystery series comes the highly anticipated first book in her new Secret Goddess series: a book that proves hell hath no Fury, because she's in Las Vegas.
This story had some good ideas with new gods and goddesses and demons for me –
not come across them but willing to believe they are in the pantheons.
said I found the story style was rather pedestrian and thus did not inspire me
to research these gods etc.
rather like the idea of Dionysius being behind the idea of building Las Vegas
in the desert, and some of the minor deities taking part in LV shows.
it lacked humour and/or snarky conversation and characterisation.