Let us return to the crumbling cob cottage in the country,
and our intrepid heroine and her hilarious family.
They are about to start rebuilding their home and their
lives. Of course, nothing is going to go smoothly for them, is it?
In this sequel to ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house
that sat down’ we accompany our heroine on her journey as she bravely battles
to restore everything that she loves; often against the odds and with a liberal
sprinkling of humour, art and home-made cookies along the way.
One this is for sure, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!
I received a copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.
The second part of ‘The House That Sat Down Trilogy’ is equally as interesting as Accidental Damage’.
The family house is finally going to be restored, hopefully to its former glory, but things have to be taken down to allow the rebuilding to commence. The aftermath of the evacuation of the family after the house cracked serves as a poignant reminder of everything they have lost. The effect on family members is recorded with honesty and humour.
The repercussions of the damage take an inevitable toll on the family, but their unity helps them to move forward. Laughter and sadness in a real-life family drama setting are written engagingly. It reads like fiction but is more believable because it is based on reality.
Inspired by a true story, The House That Sat Down Trilogy is a tale of triumph over tragedy. It is an astonishing account of sudden, first-world homelessness in the heart of the New Forest, and the unexpected consequences. Written entirely from a mother’s point of view, following the collapse of her family’s home, it is an uplifting and positive read in spite of the subject matter, with a thread of wry humour throughout. Follow this ordinary woman on an extraordinary journey of survival and self- discovery as she reels from disaster, before picking herself up and coming back stronger and wiser than before. Packed with humorous observations about what it is like to live in a tent in your garden with your husband and four children after a significant part of your house falls down out of the blue one day, this story takes you from the depths of despair right through to the satisfying heights of success against the odds, with lots of tea and cakes on the way.
Follow this crazy family as they cope with disaster in their own truly unique and rather mad way, and celebrate each small triumph along the way with them.
I am a multi-tasking parent to four not-so-small children, and I am fortunate enough to be married to (probably) the most patient man on the planet. We live in, what used to be, a ramshackle old cottage in the country. Our house began to fall down out of the blue one day, which resulted in the whole family living in a tent in the back garden for quite some time, while we worked out how to rebuild our home.
A few years afterwards, I decided to write a book and, once I started, I found I couldn’t stop.
Inspired by true-life events ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house that sat down’ wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written.
Within six months of self-publishing my novel, I was delighted to learn that it had won two ‘Chill with a Book Awards’. This was a massive honour and motivated me to continue writing. Accidental Damage became the first book in a trilogy.
The Omnibus edition of all three books in the House That Sat Down Trilogy is now available via Amazon in both paperback and Kindle format.
‘Fear the north wind. Because no one will hear you scream…’
A family is gunned down in the snow but one of the children survives. Three years on, that child takes revenge and the Snow Killer is born. But then, nothing – no further crimes are committed, and the case goes cold.
Fifty years later, has the urge to kill been reawakened? As murder follows murder, the detective team tasked with solving the crimes struggle with the lack of leads. It’s a race against time and the weather – each time it snows another person dies.
As an exhausted and grizzled DI Barton and his team scrabble to put the pieces of the puzzle together, the killer is hiding in plain sight. Meanwhile, the murders continue…
The first in a new series, Ross Greenwood has written a cracking, crackling crime story with a twist in its tale which will surprise even the most hardened thriller readers.
I received a copy of this book from Boldwood Books via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
A medley of crime genres expertly woven by the author into a fast-paced, intriguing thriller which focuses on the Snow Killer who appears to be killing again fifty years after the first snow killing.
The story is told from two points of view. The killer’s which is compelling, immersive and poignant and in keeping with the unreliable protagonist of a psychological thriller. The second point of view is Detective Inspector Barton’s this is in the third person and follows the accepted line of a contemporary police procedural.
The setting for the story is Peterborough, characterised by its relative remoteness for a cathedral city, in the rural heart of east England. The difference between Peterborough fifty years ago and now is marked. Well described, the area provides a perfect backdrop for the events its stages.
The cast of characters is varied and the characters are believable. Notably, the lead detective is an ordinary man, with a family. This makes the contrast between the detective and the killer greater. The plot has clues and twists aplenty and a final twist, which is unexpected and cleverly done.
The first book in a new series, it is hoped that the mix of genres continues with the skill, success and succinctness demonstrated here.
The Snow Killer – Ross Greenwood – Extract
50 YEARS AGO
I must have been ten years
old when I first tidied up his drug paraphernalia. I didn’t want my sister
crawling over it. We called her Special – a take on Michelle – because she was
an enigma. Special was a term of endearment for us, funny how nowadays it could
be considered an insult. She never spoke a single word and seemed more of a
peaceful spirit than a physical entity. Give her a crayon or pencil and a piece
of paper, though, and her smile filled the room.
I monitored my father’s habit through his
mood swings or by how much time he spent in bed. The foil and needles increased
rapidly just before we escaped London a few years back. I cried because both my
parents left evidence of their addiction.
In many ways, my mother was as simple as
Special. Swayed by my dominant father, she did everything he said, even though
she had more common sense. Joining him in his heroin habit was inevitable.
Until the night we left, we took holidays and
ate out in restaurants. I didn’t know where the money came from because I had
no idea what my father did.
The evening we fled London, we packed our
suitcases at ten at night and caught the last train to Peterborough, arriving
at two in the morning. I recall beaming at my parents, especially when we
checked into a huge hotel on the first night. My mum’s brother, Ronnie, lived
nearby. When we eventually found him, he helped us move into a cottage in rural
Lincolnshire, which was cheap for obvious reasons. The single storey building
had five rooms and no internal doors. You could hear everything from any room –
even the toilet.
Six months after we settled in our new home,
I lay in the damp bed with my sister’s warm breath on my neck and heard my
father casually say he’d shot the wrong man. The fact my mother wasn’t
surprised shocked me more.
Life carried on. My parents continued to
avoid reality. We ate a lot of sandwiches. Lincolnshire is only two hours north
of London but it felt like the edge of the world after the hustle and bustle of
the capital city. I walked the three miles to school. Special stayed at home
where she painted and coloured. My mum sold Special’s pictures. She drew people
and animals in a childish way, but they captivated people as the eyes in the
pictures haunted the viewer.
One freezing night, my sister and I cuddled
in bed and listened to another argument raging in the lounge. We had our own
beds but only ever slept apart in the hot summer months. At six years old, she
didn’t take up much room.
‘You did what?’ my mother shouted.
‘I saw an opportunity,’ my father replied.
‘What were you thinking?’
‘We’re broke. We needed the money.’
‘What you’ve done is put our family in
danger. They’ll find us.’
‘They won’t think I took it.’
I might have been only fifteen years old, but
I had eyes and ears. My parents constantly talked about money and drugs. By
then, that was all they were interested in. That said, I don’t recall being
unhappy, despite their problems. Normal life just wasn’t for them.
My mother’s voice became a loud, worried
whisper. ‘What if they come for the money? The children are here.’
‘They won’t hurt them,’ my father said.
A hand slammed on the kitchen table. ‘We need
‘It’s three in the morning and snowing. No
one will look now. Besides, where would we go?’
‘We’re rich! We can stay where we like.’
Crazily, they laughed. I suppose that’s why
they loved each other. They were both the same kind of mad.
That was the sixties and a different time.
Not everyone spent their lives within earshot of a busy road. In fact, few people
owned their own car. If you’ve ever lived deep in the countryside, you’ll know
how quiet the long nights are. So it makes sense that I could hear the
approaching vehicle for miles before it arrived. The put-put-put we gradually
heard in unison that night sounded too regular for it to be my uncle’s ancient
van. And anyway, good news doesn’t arrive in the middle of the night.
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books that influenced me.
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. It contains the ultimate twist. I felt diddled in such an amazing way that I’ll never forget the smile on my face as I put the book down.
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh. It felt like reading a book that someone had just spewed out. He didn’t care what people thought, or anything of style or standards. This was his book and that’s how it was. The criminal antics were so realistic but told with black humour. The first publisher he sent it to picked it up, which must have been lovely for Mr Welsh. 😊.
songs that influenced me
I only really listen to music in the car. I need silence to write; someone eating an apple in the lounge two rooms away unsettles me. Eye of the Tiger by Survivor was one of the first songs I bought. I used to go jogging with it playing on one of those old personal stereos. I’m not built for jogging, so it was hugely motivational. When I hear it now, I still think of the batteries and me dying near the end of each run.
The other, oddly, is Barbie Girl by Aqua. At the time it came out, the girl from the video reminded me of my then girlfriend. She was a pretty, ditzy, unsuitable girl, and we used to joke it was our song. We sadly broke up (I was sad) and then I had to listen to the song every time I turned on the radio for the next 6 months. Excellent. That was 25 years ago. When I hear it now, I remember a young man living life and having fun.
films that influenced me
Shawshank is hardly original but I love it. There’s a flow and rhythm to it that I try and emulate in my writing. It’s a hard film about prison. If it’s done beautifully, I can watch and read anything.
Empire Strikes Back is the first film I remember seeing at the movies. I was 7. I can still remember my eyes bulging at the massive screen as the first AT AT’s came into view.
people who inspired me.
Nelson Mandela is influential to many people but it wasn’t until I visited Robben Island where they imprisoned him that I realised he was something incredible. He was kept for so long in such terrible conditions, literally breaking rocks with a small hammer in a sunburned courtyard, that it would have been understandable if he’d been bitter and vengeful. Instead, he was the reverse. His story is so inspiring.
The second person is my dad. Slightly cheesy, but it’s not for anything outstanding. It’s his approach to life. He’s 80 now, and looks to enjoy his days and get on with things, and always has. I remember buying a house which needed completely repainting. The first day, I stood in the lounge with a brush in my hand and thought, ‘Oh my God’. He bent down next to me, picked up a tin and a roller, climbed the ladder, and began to paint the ceiling. Admittedly, we ruined the carpet. But that sense of getting-on-with-things was stirring. Many years later, when I felt I had a story to tell, I remembered that day.
So, I sat at my desk, picked up my pen, and began to write.
Ross Greenwood, an author from Peterborough, has written six crime thrillers. He uses his experience of travelling and working all over the world to create layered believable characters that will capture your imagination. In 2011, Ross decided to take on a new challenge and became a prison officer. He writes murderers, rapists and thieves brilliantly because he worked with them every day for four years.
The Wicked Lord’s Mistressis set in the late Victorian period (1886) for fans of upstairs/downstairs dramas and steamy romances. It explores the continuing love story between Lily, a lady’s maid at Torrington Hall, and a handsome, mysterious aristocratic hero called Lord Edgar Wilson.
Lily is surrounded by challenges from all sides. She is being blackmailed by the evil Malkins, she has a secret past that she is trying to hide, and her forbidden love affair with Lord Wilson grows riskier every day. Can their lusty affair transform into the tender and lasting love that Lily craves? And given the differences in their class, is a happy ending possible for them?
Then a new enemy
comes into Lily’s life, someone who is determined to destroy her. Lily finds
herself facing the greatest challenge of her life, and hopes that Lord Wilson
will be her hero.
I received a copy of the first two books in this series from the author in return for honest reviews.
Lily works as a lady’s maid at Torrington Hall. Haunted by a conniving conman who has bribed her, she is forced to attempt to steal valuables from the glamorous guests who visit. One of these is Lord Edgar Wilson, a handsome and mysterious guest. When he and Lily begin to flirt and he catches her stealing from him, he is furious and declares that Lily must pay.
But as Lily finds herself falling for the Lord, she notices that he, in turn, seems attracted to her…
Will Lord Wilson discover the secrets in Lily’s past? And why does he want her to attend his secret London gentleman’s club with him? Can a lady’s maid conquer the heart of a Lord?
A love story filled with heart and fiery passion, The Wicked Lord and the Lady’s Maid is the first in a trilogy called The Lord’s Seduction.
This book is a short introduction to an erotic Victorian romance trilogy – The Lord’s Seduction. The story is told mainly from Lily, a lady’s maid point of view. The story throws you straight in with little backstory, but read on, and you will soon grasp that Lily is a victim of a particularly dark blackmail plot by a dangerous, perverted man.
Lily is a victim of circumstance, but she is also attracted to a guest at the house where she works. What happens throws her into his sight, and mutual attraction leads to a dangerous, erotic romance.
This is partly a ‘what the butler saw‘ Victorian saucy affair, but some dark issues are explored concerning the position of women and servants in the late Victorian era.
Book 2 -The Wicked Lord’s Mistress
The second book in the Lord’s Seduction trilogy follows on from the first . Although, the continuation of the romance can be enjoyed if this is read as a standalone. It’s best to read the first book, in the series, which is short, to fully grasp the main themes of this Victorian erotic romance. The book has some astute observations on Victorian society, and its attitudes, to servants, sex and women.
Lily and Edgar continue their illicit affair, but someone else wants the handsome Lord and is prepared to get him at any costs. Lily’s position becomes increasingly dangerous, and her vulnerability makes this a poignant read. She is a strong character, who goes after what she wants, but she loves someone more than herself, and this makes her susceptible. Edgar is likeable and seems to want to be a good man, but his attraction to Lily blinds him to the dangers of their liaison especially for her.
The romance is risque and sensual but is accompanied by a story that tugs at the heartstrings. The characters draw you in, more than you would expect, and you want Lily to find justice. Making reading the final part of the trilogy essential.
Scarlett Jameson works in publishing by day and by night enjoys writing steamy historical romances. A lover of all things Victorian, she lives in London with her cat. You can subscribe to Scarlett’s newsletter here https://tinyletter.com/scarlettjameson