Cards from Khloe’s Flower Shop by Isabella Louise Anderson Review


As the owner of a successful florist shop, Khloe Harper trusts her instincts. She has a strong bond with her family and friends, but after being betrayed by her last love, she’s kept herself at arms’ length from romance. When dashing entertainment attorney Derek Thomas walks into her store, Khloe’s interest is piqued. What at first seems like a business relationship quickly turns into romance, and Derek slowly plucks away the petals she’s been hiding behind. Just as Khloe lets down her guard, she discovers that Derek may not be worthy of her love after all.

Frumpy Connie Albright has a faux fascination with an imaginary man named Walt, thinking that by sending herself flowers from him she’ll feel less out-of-place with the “mean girls” she works with. When she comes face to face with her possible prince charming and thinking she might have a happy ending, when a truth is revealed, she wonders if she’ll ever have a Cinderella story.

A recently widowed senior, Gabby Lewis, isn’t ready to give up on love—which means releasing herself from survivor’s guilt and taking a chance on finding happiness and companionship again. After signing up for an online dating site for senior citizens, much to her surprise, she’s matched with Harry, an energetic and loving man, who quickly eases himself into her heart. Will Gabby take the leap of falling in love again, knowing it’s possible to have two loves of her life?

As each woman’s story develops through flowers and cards sent from Khloe’s shop during the Fall months, they begin to learn that love can only truly blossom when you trust your heart.


This was such a lovely, fun book, especially since I read it during a few days of really bad snow! It was the bookish equivalent of a welcome burst of sunshine. Khloe, Gabby and Connie each had their own distinctive stories throughout the book, which piqued my interest. I love books with multiple protagonists, and each of them had a unique voice and flavour to bring to the story. I loved how the three of them were from different generations too, proving that age is irrelevant when it comes to finding love and happiness. There were plenty of twists and turns to keep things interesting, and I found the writing style engaging. Overall, I’d recommend this book as a fun, romantic read to brighten up dark wintry days.


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Isabella Louise grew up with a book in her hand, and to this day nothing has changed. Aside from writing, she focuses her time on featuring other authors on her blog, Chick Lit Goddess, along with sharing book reviews. Isabella Louise is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.

She lives in Dallas with her husband, enjoys spicy Indian and Mexican food, margaritas, and red and white wines. She loves spending time with family and friends, and cheering on the Texas Rangers. When Isabella Louise isn’t working on her next release, her attention is also on her Scentsy business, where she’s a consultant.




The Eden Paradox by Barry Kirwan Guest Post


Insomnia – a mixed blessing for a writer


People ask me when I write, as I have a demanding day job (I work in aviation safety and security, so pretty busy these days). I tell them I get a lot of insomnia, that I write in the dead of night, as there are no distractions, no one to email at that time of night, nothing on TV. Wow, they say, that must be cool, you can do two jobs!


Er… not that cool, actually.


Sometimes it is. I wake up at 3am, and after twenty minutes trying to get back to sleep, I realise sleep has left the building, so I get out of bed and fire up the laptop, bash the keyboard until six am, and then start getting ready for work. Usually in that time I can write half a chapter. There are no distractions, and the mind is lucid at that time of day, so new ideas flow. Not a good time for editing, when you need a cold rational eye, but for new stuff, it rocks.


However, sometimes insomnia is hell: you are desperately tired and just cannot sleep. People give me useless advice: just go to sleep, what is the problem, count your breaths, relax man! If only it were that easy. Most people never experience bad insomnia. Good for them. And I have to admit, that without it, I would never have written so much. Still, insomnia and I are not exactly friends, even if occasional bedfellows. So, I wrote about it once, based on a particularly bad night. This is what it feels like:


I crack open a crusty eye towards the offending instrument. 2:15. Fuck, an hour since I woke up, two hours since I went to bed, having taken the usual potions guaranteed to make me sleep eight hours. I change sides again, left side of my face on the pillow this time, flat on my stomach.

I could count my breaths again. What did I reach earlier? 237? What’s my record? Read, the books say – what else would they say, they’re books for Christ’s sake. But I’m tired, too exhausted to read. Anyway, light wakes you up, they also say.

It’s dark outside. I’m a chronic insomniac, I can pretty much tell the time by the shades of black, the depths of night. And the sounds. The cars usually stop after 1:30, pizza moto’s – those mechanised mosquitoes I’d like to swat – give up around half-past midnight. Of course an ambulance can happen anytime, or some asshole driving home fast, drunk, heading towards their own bed, probably after ‘sleeping’ in someone else’s first, racing towards Morpheus’ embrace, that cool balm that evades me.

Lucky bastards.

I turn back onto my right side, that’s the best one for sleep, or for relaxing without sleeping. I let my mind drift. The office starts up: what I should have said to my boss, but of course didn’t. Great, that’s really going to help. Someone else at the office. Marna, her breasts in my hands, her lips hard against mine, me shoving her up against the back of my office door that won’t lock… I sigh. That’s not exactly going to help me sleep, either. I sneak another pointless time-check, hoping my brain will recognise the figures and suddenly shout, ‘Oh shit, sorry man, I thought it was only 10:30, here you go, sleep time!’

02:39. Brilliant.

I get up. No need to turn the light on, I know the layout of my bedroom like a blind man. I walk over to the window and open it a crack; it’s cold outside, but quiet enough now to allow in some fresh air without the attendant noises that might wake me. Except the foxes of course, haven’t heard them yet tonight. I really should buy an air rifle. Just kidding. Probably. Maybe. I peel back the curtain. Ice-white stars puncture the darkness. No moon, though, that old insomniac’s nemesis. Nope, no excuse this time.

I try some yoga, a shoulder stand, feet stretching up in the air, balancing on my shoulders and elbows. My neck feels tight; I shouldn’t really go up into it just like that. But then ‘should’ has no rights here does it? I should be asleep after all. I come down, lie flat on my back, knees up. I can feel there’s more oxygen now the window’s open. Before it was like a deluxe coffin. I wonder if I’ll sleep when I’m dead, or just lie there for eternity listening to the worms munching rotting flesh. I shudder, get up, collapse back into bed.

I ram the pillow vertical up against the headboard, sit cross-legged, back against it, and meditate. Try to anyway; it’s difficult to meditate when you’re so fucking tired. Desperate; tortured. Scenes flash through my mind; it’s like channel hopping on TV. I wait. The TV goes off. I see an empty universe. I move the current one aside so there’s nothing there, really nothing, not even distant stars. I imagine it’s two hundred years in the future, so I’m dead and long forgotten, and concentrate on the space, the sound it doesn’t make, the texture it doesn’t have. I focus really hard, stretching my mind out in all directions, surfing nothing. My back relaxes, tension dissolves, cool rain drizzles down my spine like pebbles tumbling down an up-ended rainstick. Now, it has to be now. I lie down. One last glance. 3:03. I close my eyes; right side; breathing calm. I can feel it coming. Shhh. Don’t scare it off. Sleep. God’s design error. The little death.



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A murder… a new planet mankind desperately needs… a thousand-year old conspiracy… What really awaits us on Eden? In a world beset by political turmoil, environmental collapse, and a predatory new religion, a recently discovered planet, Eden, is our last hope. But two missions have failed to return. Blake Alexander and his crew lead the final attempt to bring back good news. Meanwhile back on Earth, Micah Sanderson evades assassins, and tries to work out who he can trust as he struggles in a race against time to unravel the Eden Paradox.

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Author bio: Barry (J F) Kirwan is a split personality. He writes science fiction under the name Barry Kirwan, and thrillers under his pen name J F Kirwan. In his day job, he travels worldwide, working on aviation safety. He lives in Paris, where he first joined a fiction class – and became hooked! This led to an acclaimed four-book series called the Eden Paradox. But when a back injury stopped him scuba diving for two years, he wrote a thriller about a young Russian woman, Nadia, where a lot of the action occurred in dangerously deep waters.Two of these thrillers are now out and he’s working on the third, as well as a new science fiction novel called ‘When the children come.’


Joshua N’Gon: Last Prince of Alkebulahn by Anthony Hewitt Review



Joshua N’Gon is a Fourteen year old foster child from Africa. He has grown up in a loving home in north London and for all intents and purposes he was an ordinary teenager. The reality though could not be further from the truth. Joshua is a mystery wrapped up in an enigma and he is beginning to understand he has a destiny that is far beyond what he could ever have imagined.

On his tenth birthday he receives a mysterious package from his birth parents. He is given articles of technology that even his young mind realized were so far beyond what he knew and understood that they were almost magical. Joshua straps on a tribal hierloom of obvious alien origin – a miraculous multi-tool he calls his RCT– Real Cool Tool that bonds with his arm and is irremovable. And so begin his physical changes too, the headaches, the flashes of genius, the visions and the amnesia.

With his friends Brick and Mina they slowly help him to unravel the mystery of who he is. In the meantime dark corporate forces are gathering in the horizon as Joshua’s talents and his interest in finding his family has piqued the curiosity of powerful people. Soon as his life and the life of those he loves are threatened he must come to grips with his gifts and the miraculous alien technology that founded his people.


This is a story that at its heart is about finding out who you are and where you come from. That’s all Joshua wants. Although he has a happy home with his foster family, he can’t help wondering where his family comes from. As the story unfolds, he discovers the truth of his roots is far greater than he could ever imagine.

This was a really good adventure story that had slight echoes of Harry Potter i.e. the protagonist’s life changing on a birthday, finding out about his family etc. The worlds in the story were richly built and the characters were very well drawn. I enjoyed allowing myself to be drawn into the story and finding out what happened as it unfolded. It’s a fairly quick read that can be enjoyed on a rainy afternoon.



Anthony has been writing for over 15 years. Mainly writing for mature readers, his genre of choice has always been speculative fiction. The YA category is such an exciting category that he wanted to include a diverse set of character with a different cultural perspective. He’s enjoyed himself so much he intends to keep creating fantastic new stories for a 12+ audience.



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88 North by J F Kirwan Review


Would you kill your loved one to save the world?

 The world’s most-wanted terrorist is on the loose, and this time the threat is global. To stop him, Nadia infiltrates his organization, from the triads of Hong Kong, to the refugee-smugglers of Sudan, to the Mafia gangs running oil platforms in Sakhalin. But in the end, she must travel to the top of the world and confront her sworn enemy on the Arctic ice, where she will face a terrible choice.


This was a fast-paced book that offered a refreshing change from traditional festive reads. No mistletoe and wine in this book, instead there’s a terrorist hell-bent on causing as much destruction as possible! Enter Nadia, aka the female version of James Bond, whose mission is to stop him before something terrible happens. She chases him all over the world, ending up in an epic showdown on the Arctic ice.

This was a really engaging read that took me all over the world, from Sudan to the icy Arctic, and I really enjoyed following Nadia on her quest to track down Salamander. She really does have nothing to lose and has a particular axe to grind with her nemesis, making her story a very intriguing one indeed. If you’re looking for a female James Bond, look no further than Nadia Laksheva!

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J.F. Kirwan is the author of the Nadia Laksheva thriller series for HarperCollins. Having worked in accident investigation and prevention in nuclear, offshore oil and gas and aviation sectors, he uses his experience of how accidents initially build slowly, then race towards a climax, to plot his novels. An instructor in both scuba diving and martial arts, he travels extensively all over the world, and loves to set his novels in exotic locations. He is also an insomniac who writes in the dead of night. His favourite authors include Lee Child, David Baldacci and Andy McNab.


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The Forgotten Room by Ann Troup


Can the past ever be forgotten?

As soon as nurse Maura Lyle sets foot inside the foreboding Essen Grange, she feels

shivers ripple down her spine. And the sense of unease only increases when she meets

her new patient, Gordon Henderson.

Drawn into the Henderson family’s tangled web of secrets and betrayals, Maura can ignore

the danger lurking behind every door no longer. Even the door she has been forbidden

from opening…

Essen Grange is a house with dark and cruel intentions. But now that darkness has turned

on her, can Maura escape before it’s too late?

 The chilling new novel from the bestselling author of The Lost Child and The Silent Girls. Perfect for fans of Erin Kelly, Claire Mackintosh and Tracy Buchanan.


Ann Troup offers up yet another darkly delicious tale with The Forgotten Room. With plenty of twists and turns to keep you guessing, this is the perfect Halloween read for scaring yourself silly. The writing is rich with description and a tightly-woven plot that has obviously been well-thought-out makes for a fast-paced, gripping read.

Having read Ann Troup’s previous novels The Lost Child and The Silent Girls, I was eager to dive into this book. The sense of unease is built expertly from the first page and as Maura delves deeper into the Henderson family history, which becomes ever more sinister by the page, the tension builds to a very satisfying crescendo.

With quality writing, a cast of pretty nefarious characters and spine-tingling twists, The Forgotten Room is a book that’ll definitely stay with you long after you reach the end.

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The Forgotten Room is Ann’s third book, following on from The Lost Child and The Silent Girls. She lives in Devon near the sea and spends her time either writing or dabbling with art. To see what she’s getting up to next follow on Twitter – @TroupAnn, or Facebook at Ann Troup Author.


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The Sinking Chef by Sylvia Ashby Review


“Bridget Jones meets Burnt in this delightful comedy novel about a talented YouTuber and the guy who keeps trying to bring her down. Although part of a series this book is completely standalone, as are all other novels in the Pot Love Series.

In Belsize Park, London, Ashley works hard on her daily YouTube channel “The Sinking Chef”. It’s filmed right in her kitchen, so she doesn’t go out much.

James is a gruff British TV director, turned publisher, who Ashley had a crush on ages ago. She has moved on but when he calls with an offer to take her out to lunch she doesn’t say no. It’s only lunch – what can go wrong?

The day Ashley meets James for lunch and he promises her a book deal, she makes the worse decision in her life – to hide the book deal from her boyfriend, Giacomo. As things progress Ashley’s secrets mount up and other things in her life unravel. Is there a connection? And how is she going to get out of this without losing Giacomo and the life she loves?

Set in the heart of fast-paced London, The Sinking Chef is a charming story of love, recipes, secrets, and the determination to do thinks right by those you love most in your life.”


Bridget Jones meets Burnt is a very good description for this fun, flirty read. Ashley reminded me a little of Rachel Khoo, who filmed her Little Paris Kitchen series directly from her own kitchen! When her ex-crush gives her the chance to make her dreams come true, her organised life becomes a web of lies and secrets…

This was a light, fun read that I enjoyed after handing my sixth novel in. The story flowed well, although I did feel the pacing was a little quick in places. I enjoyed getting to know Ashley – she was a very contemporary character who was easy to like. She really was a modern day Bridget Jones, with two men vying for her affections! Her journey throughout the story was engaging and I was interested to see what direction she might take.

Overall, this was a really enjoyable, easy read that provided the perfect post-draft completion stress reliever!


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Sylvia Ashby is fond of the written word: books, blog posts, recipes, even an explanation to the HM Revenue & Customs as to why she thinks skirts should be exempt from VAT – she’s written it all!

She likes travelling and has lived all over Europe – London, Brussels, Amsterdam and Sofia, Bulgaria. Currently, she lives in Leuven, Belgium with her husband, daughter, son and a sparrow called Jack, who comes occasionally to peck the seeds she leaves for him on top of the garden shed.


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Deadly Burial by Jon Richter Review


When DI Chris Sigurdsson is assigned a grisly murder case on remote Salvation Island, he knows that it might be his strangest yet.

A forgotten wrestling star of the 1980s has been poisoned whilst in the ring, and amidst the slippery lies of his dangerous opponents, unravelling the victim’s murky past is almost impossible.

And as a storm threatens to cut Salvation Island off from the mainland, the race is on for Sigurdsson to find the ruthless killer before he strikes again…


This is a delightfully spooky and sinister tale from a very talented author. Jon Richter expertly builds the tension and intrigue, leaving you wondering ‘whodunnit?’ until the satisfying reveal. I love a good crime novel, and this was a compelling tale that kept me gripped until the very end.

DI Chris Sigurdsson is dispatched to Salvation Island to solve the murder of Vic Valiant, a wrestling star from the 1980s. The island already has a sinister past, having been terrorised by a serial killer years before. It’s Sigurdsson’s job to unmask the killer before a fierce storm isolates them from the mainland…

I really loved this book. It’s fast-paced, gripping and action-packed, with a flawed protagonist who’s afraid of his own mortality and a compelling mystery at its heart. I would recommend this book for fans of Stuart Macbride’s Logan McRae series.

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Jon Richter lives in London and spends most of his time hiding in the guise of his sinister alter ego, an accountant called Dave. When he isn’t counting beans, he is a self-confessed nerd who loves books, films and video games – basically any way to tell a good story. Jon writes whenever he can and hopes to bring you more disturbing stories in the very near future. If you want to chat to him about this, or about anything at all, you can find him on Twitter @RichterWrites, or at his Facebook page at