Everyone knows that being a single mother means having no time to yourself. But for CallieBrown, it’s more exhausting than most. She’s juggling the needs of three teenage children, two live-in parents, a raffish ex-husband, and a dog who never stops eating.
The last thing Callie needs is anything more on her plate. So when she bumps (quite literally) into a handsome, age-appropriate cyclist, she’s quick to dismiss him from her life. After all, if she doesn’t have time to brush her hair in the morning, she certainly doesn’t have time to fall in love…
I received a copy of this book from Aria via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
I love the easy to read writing style of this novel. The themes are familiar to everyone who parents or has parented teenagers or looked after elderly parents. There’s a glossary of teenage vocabulary at the end of the story for the uninitiated. It is the story that most of us have thought of writing at some time, but this author has actually done it and with great results.
Callie is a single mum, with twin girls and a son from her previous relationship who she has been a mother to for eight years, her ex is frankly abysmal, and her ageing parents are a further emotional and physical drain on her already depleted resources. Getting run over by a takeaway delivery bike, is the final straw, she’s invisible and surely something has to change?
Modern family stories are particularly popular and relevant at this moment. This story has many laugh-out-loud moments mixed in with strong emotional poignant scenes, especially concerning Wilf. It is a story of family, friends, self- worth and love, in all its forms.
An absorbing, yet quick read, I read it today in a couple of hours. Its charm is in its relatability and believable characters. A lovely, emotional humorous read.
Guest Post: All about time for you… Fiona Perrin
HOW TO MAKE TIME FOR ME was inspired by all the women I know who (in the words of the old ad campaign) juggle their lives. I was particularly interested in writing about those who find themselves part of the ‘sandwich generation’ – looking after children as well as ageing parents, mostly while holding down a job (but probably also still making the sandwiches).
It struck me that ‘having it all’ as we say, frequently
means having no time to yourself. We have children to bring up, extended
families to support and it can be just at the time that careers develop and
grow difficult. Callie, the heroine of my novel, is also a single mother with a
complicated, modern and messy family, full of happiness but also pretty
challenging. How does she get any time for herself let alone the opportunity to
fall in love?
I’m not a single mother now, but I was for a few years and I
remember the chaos fondly, but also a constant feeling of exhaustion. Luckily,
I found time to meet Alan and fall in love and now, we have just about waved
all four of our kids off to Uni and careers.
But with them as teenagers, our house was hectic – demanding
but also, fun. HOW TO MAKE TIME FOR ME heavily features teenagers and shows the
pressures they are up against – as well as taking the mickey out them. It has
footnotes to explain teenager-speak for example – they have a whole lingo of
their own. While it’s great to have time to ourselves, I really miss the
madness of those teenage years, and the kids and their friends all hanging
around the house, doing not much. But they all seem to come home quite often
too, mostly with huge bags of washing and to eat their way through the fridge.
I’m really lucky in that my Mum is about the most active,
healthy, supportive parent you can imagine. However, she is also a carer for my
older stepfather, while in her seventies – he can no longer walk – so I have
some understanding of being responsible for the older generation too. HOW TO
MAKE TIME FOR ME features two loopy parents that Callie adores but also add to
the demands on her day. I have dedicated this book to my Mum just so she knows
they were in no way based on her.
I would love it if readers took a little time out for
themselves to read my novel. They might also enjoy Callie’s struggle to stop
feeling ‘invisible’ just as she is knocked off her feet quite literally by a
rather attractive neighbour. She immediately feels that there is no way she
will have time to fall in love with him, but sometimes life has other ideas.
Thanks so much for this opportunity to appear on your brilliant blog.
Fiona Perrin was a journalist
and copywriter before building a career as a sales and marketing director in
industry. Having always written, she completed the Curtis Brown Creative
Writing course before writing The Story After Us. Fiona grew up in Cornwall,
hung out for a long time in London and then Hertfordshire, and now writes as
often as possible from her study overlooking the sea at the end of The Lizard
When Maisie Meadows finds herself single
and jobless on New Year’s Day, she resolves that this will be the year she
focuses on bringing her scattered family back together. Romance is all very
well, but it’s the people you grew up with that matter the most.
But a new job working at an auction house
puts her in the path of Theo, a gorgeous but unattainable man who she can’t
help but be distracted by. As their bond begins to grow, Maisie finds herself
struggling to fulfil the promise she made to herself – but the universe has
other ideas, and it’s not long before the Meadows family are thrown back
together in the most unlikely of circumstances…
Can dealing with other people’s treasures help Maisie to let go of the past, and teach her who she ought to treasure the most?
I received a copy of this book from Avon Books UK via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
What a lovely story. Maisie the youngest child in a dysfunctional family is the star of this gently paced, characterful story. Her attempts to recreate the ‘perfect family’, are spectacularly unsuccessful, as she is let down by her latest lover and loses her job as well.
The auction house job is a new start, and it feels right, but the serendipitous change in circumstances and career, and the part tea set she uncovers have a profound effect on her life and those close to her.
Maisie is a realistically flawed but easy to empathise character, her motivation for good is strong, but her foundations are rocky. Was life really as ‘rosy’ as she remembers? Is having a tidy house, the only way she can live her life, which seems so out of control. Is her secret, a true reflection of who she really is?
There are so many levels to this story, a potential romance, that is fraught with misunderstanding. A little magic, that Maisie hopes to use to bring her family together. The outcome is not what she expects, but is believable and hopeful. A multi-generational theme, that adds depth to the story and shows how the present reflects the past, and the lessons to be learnt.
It’s easy to lose yourself in this book. Character-driven, it makes you believe in the story, and want the best for Maisie and her friends. The setting is authentic, and relatable and gives the book its unique twist.
Gentle romance, quirky characters and a wealth of emotion and regret, all make this story a lovely interlude in everyday life.
Guest Post – Jenni Keer
Love for Auctions
Thank you for inviting me over, Jane, to talk about the fascinating backdrop to my latest novel The Unlikely Life of Maisie Meadows, which is set at Gildersleeve’s – a fictional auction house in north Suffolk.
When I was playing about with ideas for my second book, I started thinking about environments I already had a good knowledge of (partly because I had a deadline for this book and was a bit panicky about how much research time I would have). Amongst other things, auction houses sprang to mind. My husband has an antique furniture business and we have been attending auctions at T. W. Gaze in the picturesque market town of Diss, Norfolk, for over twenty years. Over this time, I have seen the auction evolve and grow, and it has always been one of my favourite places to visit. It seemed the perfect setting for a story and much of the plot grew from this seed.
The highly knowledgeable Elizabeth Talbot (you may have seen her on the TV) was very generous with her time and I had several visits behind the scenes and the opportunity to quiz her about various aspects of the business – all of it was fascinating but only a fraction made it into the book. James Bassam, the modern design expert, also gave me his time and expertise, and this helped me to make Theo a much more rounded character. I learned a lot about Scandinavian furniture, studio pottery and post-war glass – so Theo now knows all those things, too.
If you have never been to an auction, I would encourage you to go. I hope I manage to get across some of the tension and excitement of bidding in a busy saleroom, but much of the fun is to be had in wandering around on viewing days and looking at the myriad of items coming up in the weekly sale. You truly never know what you are going to come across. I asked Elizabeth about the most bizarre objects they’d had pass through their hands and she said if it’s legal to sell it, they’ve probably had it – including a coffin (which gets a mention in the book).
Going back a couple of hundred years, most towns held regular auctions and they would have been a thing for all. Sadly, by the middle of the twentieth century, they were not so commonplace and had become the preserve of the dealers – who bought items at auction and sold them on to the general public. But more recently, largely thanks to the TV and the internet, auction rooms have become more accessible again and, although I appreciate they remain intimidating places to some, I hope those who read Maisie Meadows might be tempted to give them a go. Even Maisie had never been to an auction until she started working at Gildersleeve’s, yet instantly falls in love with the variety and energy her new workplace affords.
I suspect if my husband’s profession hadn’t taken us to the auctions, I would never have discovered the thrill that is a live auction, but it’s often the highlight of my week. Much of the furniture in my house has come from Gaze’s over the years, when we’ve been looking for stock but “accidentally” purchased things we fell in love with. This is the downside – you stumble across things you never knew you needed until you see them. Consequently, we have pieces of unusual glass, dinner services (that’s my bad – I can’t resist pretty china), too many bicycles, pieces of art, garden furniture, Scalextric, ceramic clock faces, and a box of 500 old keys… to name but a few of our impulse purchases.
All of my experiences fed into my plot and I loved writing about Gildersleeve’s and its eclectic staff. I knew I wanted the plot to centre around a very unusual tea set that had been separated, so an auction house was the perfect place to start Maisie’s journey. Early on in her new job, she stumbles across a teapot that she recognises from her past – so much so that it sends prickles up her arm. Why has it ended up an auction? And is there more to this curious teapot than meets the eye?
I hope you have fun following Maisie as she tries to reunite both the tea set and her own scattered family. Thank you for having me over, and for the delicious cup of virtual coffee.
Jenni Keer is a history graduate who embarked on a career in contract flooring before settling in the middle of the Suffolk countryside with her antique furniture restorer husband. She has valiantly attempted to master the ancient art of housework but with four teenage boys in the house, it remains a mystery. Instead, she spends her time at the keyboard writing women’s fiction to combat the testosterone-fuelled atmosphere with her number one fan #Blindcat by her side. Much younger in her head than she is on paper, she adores any excuse for fancy-dress and is part of a disco formation dance team.
The Hopes and Dreams of Lucy Baker was published in January 2019.
The Unlikely Life of Maisie Meadows is out in July 2019.
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After Tabby’s father vanishes, a
deep rift develops in Tabby’s family. Tabby’s mother is focused on being a star
performer in her pharmaceutical sales career, while Ava, Tabby’s older sister,
is living with grandparents in Cornwall. Tabby feels neglected by her mother
and jealous of Ava and although outwardly diligent and responsible, she’s like
a kettle about to blow its top… bottling things up until it’s nearly impossible
to keep a lid on her frustration and sadness.
Tabby finds solace with her best friends Cate and Violet at Sweetbriars Farm where she is nursing her dream horse Bliss back to peak performance, to be able to participate in the try-outs for the British Young Riders Squad.
Tabby also finds herself facing other challenges – saving her beloved horse Nancy from the knacker’s yard and finding the courage to tell her friends the truth about her family. Will Tabby be able to save the horses she loves and be brave enough to tell people how she really feels?
I received a copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.
This book certainly stirred some memories for me. At Tabby’s age, I was totally obsessed with horses, and the scenes in the stable yard evoked happy times. This story is the second in the ‘Sweetbriars series, but as I haven’t read the previous book, and enjoyed it, it reads well as a standalone.
Tabby lives with her mum, who is trying to forge a new life, as a single mum. She has a career and this is her main focus, Tabby is self-sufficient and not surprisingly, old for her years because her mother leaves her to fend for herself a lot of the time. Haunted by her dad’s leaving, Tabby reveals her vulnerability and you empathise.
Estranged from her sister, who lives with their grandparents in Cornwall, this story is about reconnecting with family and understanding that everyone’s life has ups and downs, no matter how ideal it appears from the outside.It’s also about learning to trust your friends and being honest about your life and the problems you face.
The issues are those facing young pre-teens and younger teenagers in contemporary society and are explored in a clear and non- judgmental way.
The focus is on Tabby and the horses, one Bliss, she is helping rehabilitate from an accident, and another horse who she is particularly fond of, she battles to save.
The setting is vividly described, and the characters are realistic, and avoid being stereotypical.
As an adult, I enjoyed reading this story, and feel that is perfect for the intended age group.
The perfect read for any horse obsessed young person.
I received a copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.
Hollie Anne Marsh and the Sweetbriars equestrian series
I wrote the manuscript for the first Sweetbriars book over ten years ago. I had a dream to create a premium equestrian series like the successful Saddle Club series, with an addictive mix of horses and ‘coming of age’ themes.
When I was younger, I loved these kinds of books and read them
all. I would trade books with my friends, and we would discuss them for hours.
After having a baby and being made redundant from my corporate
job, I finished the first book; Leaving The City and then recently, I finished the
second book; Tabby’s Big Year… it’s been great to do something creative again
and fulfil a lifelong dream!
There are three main characters; Cate, Tabby and Violet and they spend most of their spare time at the Sweetbriars Farm.
Cate Sullivan is the daughter of the family who owns the farm and
is the main character in the first book. She is sweet and endearing, however a
bit of a worrier!
In the second book, Tabby’s Big Year, we follow Tabby’s story.
Tabby lives with her mother in the quaint village of the Dales. She is diligent
and hardworking, however, is grappling with her family situation as her father
vanished and her older sister Ava moved to Cornwall to live with their grandparents.
Tabby becomes a regular at Sweetbriars, finding solace with the horses and her
The last character; Violet, she is the sassier of the three girls and she also keeps a horse at ‘Sweetbriars’. She says what she thinks and keeps you guessing with her peculiar ways and habits!
I ran a ‘Search for a Cover Star’ competition for both books in the series and for Leaving The City (the first book), I found a talented young rider, Faye Heppelthwaite, alongside her show pony Gigman George to grace the cover. The photo was taken in an English meadow by the photographer Paul Ruffle and it’s pretty stunning.
For the second book, Tabby’s Big Year, I took it one step further and ran a competition where a young girl could not only grace the cover, she could also win a photo shoot with her pony or horse with photographer Katie Amos. Twelve-year-old Sia Reiss won the competition and participated in a photo shoot in scenic Yorkshire with her eighteen-year-old horse Frankie.
As part of entering the competition I asked entrants why they
thought they should win the competition and here is what Sia said, which I
thought was gorgeous: “My pony Frankie is 18 years old and has arthritis. His
glory days are over. He is a one in a million pony and I love him so much. To
me, the best way I can think of celebrating Frankie is having him on the cover
of a wonderful book.”
Here is one of my favourite photos from the photo shoot. I think
it’s easy to see the special that Sia and Frankie have.
In Tabby’s Big Year, there are important lessons for young readers. The main character, Tabby has been through a lot in her young life and has a habit of bottling things up and pretending she is ok. The book teaches that by bottling things up, problems only seem more significant.
Tabby also thinks she is the only one with problems, and there is
a moment in the book where the neighbour of the Sweetbriars farm Sophia, opens
up and reveals how her father also abandoned her… this is a lightbulb moment
for Tabby, as she thought everyone around her had things perfect.
Tabby also found Sophia strange (she’s eccentric, lives in a
rundown house with oddball parents), but realizes they have a lot in common and
Tabby and Sophia become quite close. So, I think the book also teaches young
readers not to judge people by the way they look. This was also quite prevalent
in the first book too.
Well, the obvious thing seems to write another Sweetbriars book from Violet’s point of view. It could also be fun to write a book about the quirky neighbour of Sweetbriars Sophia and her life… she is a bit of an enigma. Then the books could continue – as the series is in its infancy. At this stage, I am not sure how far I will take it, but I do think it has potential.
Tabby’s Big Year
The second book in the Sweetbriars Equestrian Book Series tells the story of twelve-year-old Tabby and is set in The Dales – a fictional rural Devon village in the Southwest of England.
After the disappearance of
her father, several years before, Tabby, her older sister Ava and her mother,
are still grappling with the consequences. Things need to be brought out into
the open… but go on being unsaid, as a huge rift develops leaving the family
at odds with each other.
While Tabby battles her
feelings of being neglected by her mother, she unexpectedly has to face another
battle – to find the courage to save her last horse, Nancy from being sent to a
premature end at the knacker’s yard.
Tabby also has the
responsibility of caring for a young horse, Bliss – her dream horse who was
entrusted to her and is recovering from a serious accident. The clock is
ticking as Tabby nurses him back to health and peak performance to be able to
achieve her dream: to participate in the try-outs for the British Young Riders
By her side are her two best
friends, Cate and Violet. Tabby also develops an unlikely friendship – with
Sophia. Tabby realises she has much more in common with her than she ever could
It’s a big year for Tabby… will she be able to find the courage not only to save the horses she loves the most but also to speak up and tell the people closest to her how she really feels?
Hollie Anne Marsh is an Australian author who lives in Barcelona, Spain with her partner, baby boy and horse Frieda.
Hollie has been horse riding since she was a little girl, enjoying activities such as Pony Club, showjumping, eventing, and trail riding in the great Australian bush. Hollie lived in England for almost ten years where she had two horses and trained them for dressage.
The ‘Sweetbriars’ series is inspired by all the special moments Hollie spent with horses – good, funny, and challenging moments!
Additionally the ‘coming of age’ and ‘growing up’ experiences that Hollie had. Hollie hopes that readers will be able to identify with the characters, find the books’ fun to read, and they will help readers learn more about horses.
Three women. Three very different lives. One life-changing adventure.
Charlie is a single mum unlucky in life. Her multiple
jobs make barely enough to feed the family cat, never mind being able to give
her son the life he deserves. So when an opportunity to make a lot of cash
comes along, she simply has to take it.
Suzie has always wanted to be a mother. But fate has been cruel and now time is running out. Soon her final frozen egg will be destroyed and her last chance of having a baby will go with it. With her husband resolved to their childless life, Suzie takes matters into her own hands.
Dawn is about to turn fifty and seems to have
misplaced her mojo along with the car keys. But with an interfering
mother-in-law and a gaggle of judgemental mums at her children’s school, it’s
proving harder to find than a decent fitting bra. Especially after a series of
highly embarrassing incidents…
Over the course of a
year three lives are about to collide and as they do be prepared to laugh, cry
and fall in love with these women as they discover how life can give you a
I received a copy of this book from Aria via NetGalley in return for an honest review
Three women, with little in common, except they are all at a point in their lives where something has to change. Charlie a single mum is in debt, working all hours, and still cannot make ends meet. Suzie is facing infertility issues, and her partner doesn’t share her urgency to take the last chance left to them. Dawn is nearly fifty and is struggling to give her future life meaning.
The start shows the disparity between Charlie and Dawn’s situations, but it also highlights their desperation and willingness to take drastic action. This makes the decisions they take as the story progresses more realistic than they would otherwise have been.
The characters are slightly stereotypical, but this doesn’t detract from the situations they find themselves, and the genuine emotions they feel. It is this emotion that makes the story worthwhile. There are lighter moments, but this is poignant read.
It’s not a story to dip in and out of, you need to stick with it to appreciate its impact. I did, and it is a satisfying, ultimately hopeful book.
Guest Blog – Kendra Smith – A Year of Second Chances
of all, thank you for letting me guest blog, Jane!
often say ‘ooh, you write books!’ It’s such a nice feeling, and probably better
than if I said I wrote the copy for the back of baby wipe packets – oh, but
I’ve done that too! (That didn’t used to get so many ‘oohs’). I have been a
journalist for over 20 years, working in both Sydney and London and have
written in-house as well as freelance for various women’s magazines, health,
food and more – including a famous high street supermarket where I did write the copy for the baby wipe
heart was always set on writing novels, though, and this is my second book. A Year of Second Chances weaves together
the story of three women all with different issues in life. I wanted my book to
feature capable but flawed heroines and the 3-way narrative was a new writing
challenge for me, but with the help of Post-its, a lot of A3 paper stuck to the
walls for timelines, I (hope) I pulled it off!
had a fairly strong idea of where I wanted the novel to go, but I do remember
an early assessment where my writing coach said, ‘try not to throw everything into the plot!’ I had to
choose my battles for my heroines – as well as their love stories too…
The early reviews have been really encouraging (“This was a sweet, fast read for me. I couldn’t put it down! Five stars for sure!!” NetGalley.) So I hope your readers enjoy it, too!
Smith has been a journalist, wife, mother, aerobics teacher, qualified diver
and very bad cake baker. She started her career in Sydney selling advertising
space but quickly made the leap to editorial – and went on to work on several
women’s magazines in both Sydney and London. With dual Australian-British
nationality, she currently lives in Surrey with her husband and three children.
journalist, Maddy, goes to interview prostitutes in a rundown Manchester pub,
she doesn’t reckon on attracting the attention of their ruthless pimp, Gilly.
He quickly decides to use Maddy for his own gains; he just needs to work out
A TOXIC AFFAIR
In the weeks that follow, Maddy is oblivious to Gilly’s growing obsession with her, particularly when she begins a romance with a successful businessman, Aaron. Their passionate love affair starts to dominate her life, and she finds herself losing control and alienating the people around her.
A TARGET ON HER BACK
As Maddy’s safe and successful life starts to crumble around her, she must quickly work out who has it in for her, before it’s too late…
I received a copy of this book from Aria via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Journalist Maddy’s latest assignment takes her to interview working girls. Their pimp sees something in Maddy, a lifestyle that used to be his, and could be again. Maddy lives with her young daughter, she has a good life, all of which her pursuit by the pimp and her new man could jeopardise.
This story is dark and menacing. Maddy, despite her professionalism, is naive and this makes her vulnerable to manipulation. All the girls have a story, why they ended up as working girls, as Maddy’s life unravels she realises how fine the line between safety and danger is.
The story is slow paced, to begin with, as the characters are introduced, and the ease with which different worlds can collide is explored. As the book progresses the adrenaline increases. An interesting start to this new series, with a contemporary, realistic edge.
How ‘The Mark’ Developed – Heather Burnside
I first found my inspiration for The Mark when watching a
TV detective series many years ago. I tend to jot down ideas as they occur to
me then revisit them years later when I’m deciding which novel I should write
next. This particular TV scene featured a senior female detective who was
sitting in a rundown pub talking to prostitutes and trying to get information
She was refined, well-dressed and well-spoken and looked
totally out of place surrounded by street girls with their provocative clothing
and garish makeup. I remember thinking how brave she was to venture into the
pub alone and that she was leaving herself open to all sorts of risks.
That gave me the seed of an idea. The police detective became my protagonist, Maddy, who is followed home from the pub by a seedy pimp, Gilly. She appeals to him because she is so different from the women he is used to dealing with and initially he sees her as a challenge. Gilly is attracted not only to Maddy but to her lifestyle too.
During the course of the novel, we find out that Gilly’s background is far different from the life he now leads. As a young man he came from an affluent middle-class home but he was thrown out of university for dealing in drugs and his parents subsequently disowned him and left him to find his own way in the world. In Maddy he sees the life he should have had and he soon becomes obsessed with her. I won’t tell you any more than that as I don’t want to give the story away.
Once I decided to write ‘The Mark’, I carried out a lot of research by reading books about the life of a prostitute and watching online videos. The videos, in particular, were a real eye-opener. They featured several street girls who discussed what they did and what led them to a life of prostitution. Most of the girls were hooked on drugs and were prostituting themselves to feed their drug habit. Many had difficult upbringings or had spent time in care and living on the streets.
Watching the videos made me think that each of the girls had their own story to tell, which made me decide to expand ‘The Mark’, into a series of books with each subsequent book featuring the story of one of the girls. So, that initial idea many years ago has led to a series of possibly four or more books.
One of the girls, in particular, stuck in my mind when I was watching the videos. She was an ageing prostitute with a bad chest problem who couldn’t afford to take time off work because she needed the money for drugs. She was therefore still plying her trade in all weathers despite her considerable health problems. That particular girl provided the inspiration for a character that appears in a later book in the series.
It’s interesting how one small idea can take root in an author’s mind and develop into the basis for a whole series of books. I suppose that’s why authors do what we do because we have such active imaginations.
Burnside spent her teenage years on one of the toughest estates in Manchester
and she draws heavily on this background as the setting for many of her novels.
After taking a career break to raise two children Heather enrolled on a
creative writing course. Heather now works full-time on her novels from her
home in Manchester, which she shares with her two grown-up children.
behind the wheel of her Audi. Sapphire blue and polished until it was gleaming,
the vehicle was just as easy on the eye as its driver. She turned into the
tree-lined road in Flixton where she lived. She owned a three-bedroomed
detached house, which she shared with her eight-year-old daughter, Rebecca.
As Maddy sped into the drive, she glanced again at the clock on the dashboard. 19:58. She’d just made it. Maddy was surprised that her first interview with the prostitutes had taken so long but at least she’d gleaned some good information from them and had managed to arrange another meeting before the girls had all become nervous of someone at the bar.
ex-husband, Andy, was bringing Rebecca back at eight o’clock and, although he
was fairly easy-going, Maddy always liked to be on time. Thank God his working
hours were flexible. It meant he could pick Rebecca up from school whenever
Maddy had to work late. As she parked the car, Maddy put thoughts of her
working day out of her mind. It was time to concentrate on family now and, in
her line of business, it wasn’t always a good idea to mix the two.
soon as Maddy stepped inside her hallway she had that familiar comforting
feeling she always got when she returned home. Like everything else surrounding
Maddy, her home was immaculate and tastefully furnished. But it was more than
that; it was a cosy home that felt lived in. She quickly switched on the hall
lamp, which bathed the interior with a subtle amber glow, highlighting the
polished wooden flooring, expensive rug, and stunning artwork that hung on the
walked through the house, switching on the lights in the main rooms and
plumping up cushions before flicking the switch on the kettle. She had no
sooner pulled a mug from the cupboard than she heard the doorbell ring. Maddy
dashed to answer the door, delighted to find her daughter Rebecca standing
there with Andy by her side.
gave her mother an affectionate hug. ‘I scored a goal, Mum,’ she gushed before
OK?’ Maddy asked once Rebecca was inside.
‘Yeah, she’s fine,’ said Andy. ‘She’s been to netball club after school. They had a practice match and apparently, she was the hero of the hour.’
smiled. ‘Great,’ she said. ‘I must go and congratulate her.’
See you next weekend,’ he said.
see you then,’ said Maddy.
she shut the front door straight away and went through to the lounge to find
Rebecca. That was how it was with Andy now. After being divorced for four
years, emotion didn’t come into it as far as she was concerned. They were just
two adults sharing joint responsibility for their daughter.
was well over those early days when their separation had torn at her heart. It
had been difficult to walk away but Andy’s infidelity had left her with no
choice. She was too proud to carry on with the marriage after that and knew
that she’d never be able to trust him again.
they maintained a united front when it came to anything involving Rebecca
whilst getting on with their own lives. Maddy preferred it that way and she
knew that it was the best way to deal with the situation.
had already switched on the TV and Maddy sat down beside her, stroking
Rebecca’s hair as she held her close.
you scored a goal, did you?’
and all the girls were cheering. And Jade Coulson said after the match that I’d
saved our side from getting beat. Jade Coulson doesn’t normally bother with me
much. She’s, like, so-o-o cool. I can’t believe she likes me now.’
Forty years ago, in the dark of the playground, two children’s lives were changed forever.
Stella Darnell is a cleaner. But when she isn’t tackling dust and dirt and restoring order to chaos, Stella solves murders. Her latest case concerns a man convicted of killing his mistress. His daughter thinks he’s innocent and needs Stella to prove it.
As Stella sifts through piles of evidence and interview suspects, she discovers a link between the recent murder and a famous case from forty years ago: the shocking death of six-year-old Sarah Ferris, killed in the shadows of an empty playground.
Stella knows that dredging up the past can be dangerous. But as she pieces together the tragedy of what happened to Sarah, she is drawn into a story of jealousy, betrayal and the end of innocence. A story that has not yet reached its end…
I received a copy of this book from Head of Zeus in return for an honest review.
I didn’t discover,’The Detective’s Daughter Series, until Book 6 The Death Chamber. That story, and this one, ‘The Playground Murders’, reads well as a standalone. There is sufficient background, especially about Stella’s enigmatic father to let you understand what motivates the main protagonists. However, for the full experience read the older books too.
Original characters and complex cold cases to solve are the hallmarks of this detective series. The characters are quirky and realistic, they all have believable flaws, neuroses and aspiration.
Stella, the detective’s daughter, has two main focuses, cleaning and solving previously unsolved crimes. She runs a cleaning company and a detective agency, with her partner Jack and a cast of unique individuals. They are a family, look out for each other, criticise each other, and share a bond that resists any outside interference.
This story connects a recent murder, with a past child killing, investigated by Terry, Stella’s father. Present day action is complemented by flashback chapters in 1980 when Terry was involved in the child-killing case. The ethos of the historical part of the story is chilling, the contrast of innocence and evil disturbing.
Aside from the detective case, there are snapshots of Stella and Jack’s lives outside work. Stella and her mother Suzie, have the usual mother-daughter issues and Jack a father of twins, has to come to terms with only seeing them periodically, and the spectre of a new father figure in their lives.
This story has a clever, twisty plot, and a menacing undertone. Slow-paced it lets you absorb the action, and atmosphere, as you try to solve the crime. Another exciting chapter in ‘The Detective’s Daughter’, series.
Guest Post – Lesley Thomson – The Playground Murders
With the exception of The Death Chamber (#6), there are children in my stories. As victims of crime or adults who go on to commit a crime. I hope that meeting them as a child gives readers insight into their later actions. Until The Playground Murders, I’d never created a child killer who is a child. No surprise, it’s a disturbing subject. Traditionally childhood is a time of happy innocence. If, for whatever reason, it’s not this is usually down to the transgressions of adults. That a child might deliberately end the life of another child is terrible to contemplate. That photo of James Bulger being led away from his mother by two ten-year-old boys shattered our life-view.
Can a child be evil? Can we forgive the adult a child becomes for a crime they committed long ago? As children did we do bad stuff? Do we write off those misdemeanours because, hey, we were kids? What if punching a kid in the dinner queue caused their death? Do children even understand what death is? The Playground Murders explores these questions.
The playground setting was a no-brainer. Archetypal, it’s
in the bones of many of us as kids and as parents. Typically a locus of excitement
and fun, joyful shouts, urgent cries and the gales of laughter of children deep
in their game carries over municipal lawns, rotundas where Sunday brass bands are
long gone. Playgrounds were developed from observing children playing on bombsites
after the war. Bounded by railings within a landscaped park or in a school, they
offer the change for kids’ imaginations to be free. Girls and boys are heroes
of their make-believe. Or villains.
These days playgrounds are populated with jolly
coloured climbing walls, slides, swings and roped walkways but when I was young,
and until the nineteen-eighties, the playground was a relatively dangerous
place. Heavy iron equipment, the witch’s hat and juggernaut roundabout trapped
limbs and crushed fingers and feet. Swings without restraining bars could fly
high until chains twisted or snapped propelling occupants onto unforgiving
There were fatalities. It’s not plot spoiling to tell you that in The Playground Murders one child falls from a tower slide (equivalent to plummeting from a first-floor window), the death ruled an accident because it wasn’t unusual. I feel lucky to have got away with only breaking my arm by crashing pell-mell into my friend Tina when we were eight. Actually, I recently read that kids colliding with each other is a thing. Not just us then.
The Playground Murders, a tale of mired ambitions, of deceit and betrayal and ruined childhoods is also about hope and regeneration. Here’s hoping you enjoy it.
Lesley Thomson grew up in west London. Her first novel, A Kind of Vanishing, won the People’s Book Prize in 2010. Her second novel, The Detective’s Daughter, was a number 1 bestseller and sold over 500,000 copies.
Extract From The Playground Murders – Lesley Thomson
The group considered the furry mass. The cat was large with a collapsed tummy.
think it’s old,’ Sarah decided. ‘Is it dead like Robbie’s dead?’
Nicola snapped at her.
didn’t get runned down,’ Sarah said.
one said he did, darlin’.’ Danielle imitated her older sister Maxine being nice
to Jason. ‘Best you go to bed. No nightmares.’ She yanked Sarah to her.
can’t chop it up,’ Jason said. ‘It’s not yours.’
detective,’ Danielle repeated.
we play Doctors and Nurses with it?’ Sarah enquired.
dead so it doesn’t need nursing or… doctoring.’ Danielle forgot to be nice.
pretend it’s alive. Like you did with Robbie,’ Sarah said.
Lee snatched her hand. ‘We’re going. And don’t tell your Dad about this, OK?’
Sarah squirmed crossly. ‘I want to stay for the chopping.’
should tell the owner. They’ll be waiting to give it its tea,’ Nicola said.
‘When Spiderman didn’t come back, Robbie cried. I did too. He’d got stuck in
next door’s shed. He was starving. Robbie was allowed to give him Whiskas with
dead,’ Danielle said.
wasn’t then. Spiderman is alive,’ Nicola mumbled.
this cat got a collar?’ Danielle wished Nicky would shove off. She folded her
felt under the cat’s chin. Revolted, Jason sniggered. In his doctor’s voice,
Kevin reported, ‘She doesn’t have no collar.’
collar. Not no collar,’ Danielle barked. ‘You don’t know it’s a lady.’
had babies, that’s why it’s all flabby like that.’ Kevin did sound like a
know.’ Danielle tapped her front tooth. Her notion of a detective was derived
mainly from Scooby-Doo.
‘We’ll call on everyone in the street and detect the owner. Kevin, you’re my
scrambled to his feet and stood next to Danielle, hands behind his back like a
of houses in this street,’ Sarah said.
went quiet as they digested this.
crosses the road as soon as he comes out,’ Nicola said at last. ‘He goes in a
straight line. If this cat does that, it lives there.’ She waved a hand at the
house behind them. A decorated Christmas tree sparkled in the window.
It’s down there,’ Danielle stated firmly.
can you be sure?’ Nicola asked.
‘I keep saying because I’m a detective. I’ll sling it behind there and people can work it out for themselves.’ Tiring of the operation, Danielle pointed at the memorial for the three dead policemen. She hauled up the cat in both hands. More blood spewed from its mouth. The children scattered like birds.
Jason did a war dance.
should tell the owner since you know it’s them in that house,’ Lee stepped in.
do it.’ Nicola went along the pavement to the house where Danielle had said
that the cat had lived.
dragged on her brother’s Harrington jacket. ‘Lee, I got to tell you a secret.’
Charlie Maddison loves being an architect in London, but when she finds out her boyfriend, Dominic, is actually married, she runs back to the beautiful countryside of Westenbury and her parents.
Charlie’s sister Daisy, a landscape gardener, is
also back home in desperate need of company and some fun. Their
great-grandmother, Madge – now in her early nineties – reveals she has a house,
Holly Close Farm, mysteriously abandoned over sixty years ago, and persuades
the girls to project manage its renovation.
As work gets underway, the sisters start
uncovering their family’s history, and the dark secrets that are hidden at the
A heart-breaking tale of wartime romance, jealousy and betrayal slowly emerge, but with a moral at its end: true love can withstand any obstacle, and, before long, Charlie dares to believe in love again too…
I received a copy of this book from Aria Fiction via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Romantic love is often considered something you can only have when you’re young. Can you imagine your grandmother or great-grandmother falling in love, or do you just see the wrinkles, hear the repetitive stories and remember her forgetfulness?
Charlie reeling from a romantic betrayal finds that her great-grandmother Madge has kept so many secrets in her long life, including finding her true love, and the web of betrayal, deceit and secrets that this event spun.
Madge offers Charlie and her sister Daisy a chance to shine when they seem to be failing at life. Accepting the challenge takes the sisters on a journey of self -discovery and the revelation of Madge’s colourful past.
Told in dual timelines, which makes the story doubly interesting, you see parallels and differences between the two generations of women. There is a lovely balance of humour and poignancy. The romance is sweet and the story inspiring.
Literary agents – do writers today need one? – Guest Post-Julie Houston
When I started out on the long – and often winding – road to becoming a published writer, I’d no idea what the role of a literary agent actually was, never mind about how to go about getting one. I just knew that, according to all the self-help handbooks that I bought and loaned from the public library, I had to have one. This was about seven years ago when it was drummed into all new writers that agents were akin to St Peter at the gates of heaven. They held the key to whether you were going to be allowed in to get anywhere near the God-like publisher.
not going to go into how one should go about achieving that status of being an
‘agented writer’ – countless detailed words of advice and articles have been
written on the subject – but I thought I would share with you my own particular
I’d written a book. It started off with the title ‘Harriet Westmoreland does it with class’ (Harriet is a teacher)
became ‘Living La Dolce Vite’ (her
husband spends a lot of time in Italy) then became ‘Compulsive Granite Disorder’ (Harriet, like me, has a bit of a
compulsion for cleaning her granite when stressed) and eventually ended up as ‘Goodness Grace and Me.’ The manuscript
went off to a string of agents. And came back. In those days, agents would
often write little notes as to what they thought, and why it wasn’t for them,
along with the rejection slip. I may be wrong, but these days, when online
submissions to agents are de rigueur, I’m not sure that happens any more. And
then came the glorious, magical week when, like a number 9 bus, three agents,
all interested in my book, came along at once.
based in London, was originally from Yorkshire and was up for the weekend to
see her mum. Could we meet? We most certainly could! And we did, the following
Saturday, for coffee and a chat at Salts Mill near Bingley. By the time I left,
floating back to the carpark on air, I had signed on the dotted line with Anne
Williams of KHLA Literary Agency based in Bristol and London. I had an agent, a literary agent.
She did warn me that my particular genre – we both disliked and eschewed the handle Chick lit, preferring the more grown-up Romantic Comedy/Women’s Fiction – was not faring too well at that point in time, being overshadowed by the rush for psychological thrillers, and had even printed out an article from The Guardian to that effect.
beauty of having Anne has an agent has been that she was formerly a
commissioning editor for one of the big publishing houses. She had, in effect,
been on the other side as it were and, as such, very much knew what editors
were looking for and the pitfalls involved in getting there. Within a few
weeks, my baby had come back to me tracked in red and, once I’d worked out how
tracking actually worked (terrifying to begin with when you’re convinced you’re
going to lose all that red work and have to admit it to this new agent) and taken
my first tentative steps to adding my own tracking in a garish purple alongside
hers, we were on our way.
My agent worked tirelessly to get Goodness, Grace and Me a place with a major publishing house. I was astonished at how few there actually were – this was at the time when even Penguin was amalgamating with Random House – and eventually we made the decision to go it alone. It was a good decision: the book went to #1 in Humour and #64 overall. With the follow-up novels, The One Saving Grace, Looking For Lucy and An Off-Piste Christmas we signed up with White Glove, a publishing division of Amazon for agented-only authors, which would not have been available to me without her. This was a great move: White Glove promoted my books, particularly in Australia, where the first two achieved #1 Humour, and Looking For Lucy went to the top of the charts going to #1 overall.
then came the offer from Aria. I wrote A
Village Affair and Anne brokered a three-book deal with Sarah, one of the
lovely commissioning editors at Aria, to include Coming Home to HollyClose
Farm and, my work in progress, Sing
Me a Secret. While Aria do take un-agented submissions, having my agent at
my side along the way has been wonderful. She’s a professional, knows all about
contracts and the like and still works with me, tirelessly, with that damned
red tracking, telling me off if I’ve written something that might come back to
bite me, but also giving praise if something particularly meets with her
the best thing about my agent is that, after seven years, I consider her a
friend. She’ll meet up with me for coffee or lunch when I’m down in London, has
been over for supper at my house when she’s been back in Yorkshire and always
gets back to me straight away if I email with some thorny question about
publication or needing advice about where my work in progress is heading.
many, successful, published authors go it alone without an agent What I would
say is, if you do find an agent interested in working with you and offer to take
you on to their books, go for it.
road to publication is so much more comfortable with that agent by your side to
hold your hand and share in your success.
peered closely at the woman, scrutinising her features for clues as to who she
Harriet,’ the woman smiled a little nervously. ‘Lydia’s granddaughter.’
Lydia? My sister, Lydia?’ Madge seemed puzzled.
Mum said. ‘You’re Keturah’s daughter?’ She turned to Madge. ‘It’s one of
Keturah’s daughters, Granny. You know. Gosh, Harriet, I’ve not seen you for
years.’ She paused. ‘It must have been at Aunt Lydia’s funeral, what, ten years
and I exchanged looks. Blimey, how many more grannies and aunties were there?
They seemed to be coming out of the woodwork at an amazing rate. I was totally
lost as to who they all were.
been dead twelve years now,’ Harriet said, reaching for the bundle of baby from
the younger woman as it began to make snuffling noises.
great-aunt Lydia was your Granny Madge’s older sister,’ Mum explained, pulling
up a chair for Harriet and the baby. ‘She was quite a bit older than you wasn’t
yes, much older. There were five of us: Lydia was the eldest and I was the
youngest. There was a good twelve years between us. By the time I was eight or
nine, Lydia was newly married and living over towards Colnefirth.’
trying to work out how we’re all related,’ I said, smiling at the younger
woman, who was looking as perplexed as I felt.
sorry, how rude of me.’ Harriet laughed. ‘This is my daughter, Liberty… Libby.’
you girls and Liberty must be eighth cousins loads of times removed then.
Sorry, can’t work it all out,’ Mum smiled. ‘I was never very good at maths.’
vaguely related. Probably best if we leave it at that.’ Liberty grinned at
Daisy and Me. ‘Oh, and this is Lysander.’ She took the baby back from her
mother and pointed him proudly in our direction.
Golly, that’s a good strong noble name,’ I said. ‘What’s that song we used to
sing at school? Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules; Of Hector and Lysander
diddle um tum diddle iddle um…Sorry, can’t remember the
old chap who, up until then, had been nodding peacefully in his armchair in the
far corner of the residents’ lounge, suddenly shot out of his chair, saluted
Granny, shouted, ‘Damn good soldiers. Bless ’em all,’ and then, just as
suddenly, sat back down and began to snore loudly.
old fool,’ Granny Madge tutted again. ‘I tell you, they’re all mad in here. I
need to get out before I become as crackers as they are. I’m sure it must be
Julie Houston is the author of THE ONE SAVING GRACE, GOODNESS, GRACE AND ME and LOOKING FOR LUCY, a Kindle top 100 general bestsellers and a Kindle #1 bestseller. She is married, with two teenage children and a mad cockerpoo and, like her heroine, lives in a West Yorkshire village. She is also a teacher and a magistrate. TwitterFacebook