#Review #EvilGames by @WriteAngie Angela Marsons @bookouture 5* #CrimeFiction #Series

Evil Games by Angela Marsons

The greater the Evil, the more deadly the game…

When a rapist is found mutilated in a brutal attack, Detective Kim Stone and her team are called in to bring a swift resolution. But, as more vengeful killings come to light, it soon becomes clear that there is someone far more sinister at work.

With the investigation quickly gathering momentum, Kim finds herself exposed to great danger and in the sights of a lethal individual undertaking their own twisted experiment.

Up against a sociopath who seems to know her every weakness, for Detective Stone, each move she makes could be deadly. As the body count starts to mount, Kim will have to dig deeper than ever before to stop the killing. And this time – it’s personal.

My review:

I have heard lots about this series, from my blogger friend Sarah Hardy over at By The Letter Book Reviews. But sometimes it takes me awhile, to get round to reading a book recommendation. I am so glad I finally got round to reading the DI Kim Stone series. I now plan on buying ALL the others in the series. I must acknowledge for fairness, I started with this one, not at the start of the series. I often do this, if a specific synopsis appeals to me. Having worked in adult mental health previously for ten years, this was the perfect novel for me.
There are some amazingly on point, examples of mental health. So to my review…

I would describe this as police procedural and also very realistic. As DI Kim Stone and her team battle to solve multiple cases. I really liked Stone, as broken as she is inside, it only made me admire her more! She is savvy, feisty and ruthless in her pursuit of justice. The novel opens with her raiding a paedophiles property and taking his two young daughters into protective custody. You can feel Stone’s anger at the dire situation the young girls were placed in and she completely empathises with the victims.
She is determined to uncover everything about what took place, in Leonard Dunn’s cellar of depravity.

Across town Dr Alexander Thorne is attempting to help rape victim Ruth, heal after her brutal attack. The knowledge that her attacker has been released from prison, has caused a recent suicide attempt. Ruth is not well and desperately needs some support. Alex asks her to visualise stabbing her victim and obtaining ‘her light back’ and so the manipulation begins……..

Stone is called out to a crime scene where a convicted rapist has been found murdered. Viciously murdered in a stabbing. The reader is obviously aware of the two overlapping victims. But Stone is not, what comes next will pit these damaged women against each other. The developing mind games between Stone and Alex plays out, almost reminiscent of Batman and the joker. Both determined to break the others will.

There is a wealth of characters in the novel and many struck at my heart strings. The character of Shane, a childhood sexual abuse survivor, was heart-breaking. I began to despise Alex myself and every manipulative stunt she pulled angered me more and more. I would possibly go as far as saying she is one of the vilest characters I have ever read!

When the team discover evidence that another person was present in Leonard’s cellar, they rush to find out who. Attempting to gather information from the young victims Daisy and Louisa, proves fruitless. But then DNA evidence is uncovered, now the team just need to find a credible suspect. As Alex begins to dig into Stone’s past, Stone is returning the favour. One thing is clear, when these two finally come head to head. It is going to be, one epic showdown! The novel had me hooked from beginning to end and the author even saved an epic twist, for right at the very end. I am now off to buy the rest in this series and devour them as and when I can!
Highly recommended.
A huge bright and shiny 5*

Angela Marsons
Authors links:
Website: http://angelamarsons-books.com/
Twitter: @WriteAngie
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7942666.Angela_Marsons
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AngelaMarsonsAuthor/

#BlogTour #GuestPost #TheRedBeachHut by Lynn Michell @InspiredQuill @LinenPressBooks

*Apologises for delayed post, I have been in hospital and therefore unable to post on my designated date. Better late than never, here it is*

The Read Beach Hut by Lynn Michell
“Their​ ​eyes​ ​met​ ​and​ ​locked.​ ​Pulling​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​from​ ​his​ ​pocket,​ ​Neville​ ​waved.​ ​Once.”
Eight​ ​year​ ​old​ ​Neville​ ​is​ ​the​ ​first​ ​to​ ​notice​ ​that​ ​the​ ​red​ ​beach​ ​hut​ ​is​ ​occupied​ ​again.
Abbott,​ ​panicked​ ​by​ ​what​ ​he​ ​believes​ ​is​ ​a​ ​homophobic​ ​cyber​ ​attack,​ ​is​ ​on​ ​the​ ​run.​ ​The hut​ ​is​ ​his​ ​refuge​ ​and​ ​shelter.
Inevitably​ ​man​ ​and​ ​boy​ ​collide.​ ​Their​ ​fleeting​ ​friendship​ ​is​ ​poignant,​ ​honest​ ​and​ ​healing. But​ ​Abbot’s​ ​past​ ​threatens​ ​to​ ​tear​ ​him​ ​away,​ ​as​ ​others​ ​watch​ ​and​ ​self-interpret​ ​what they​ ​see.
An​ ​evocative​ ​portrayal​ ​of​ ​two​ ​outsiders​ ​who​ ​find​ ​companionship​ ​on​ ​a​ ​lonely​ ​beach, Lynn​ ​Michell’s​ ​novel​ ​is​ ​about​ ​the​ ​labels​ ​we​ ​give​ ​people​ ​who​ ​are​ ​different,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​harm that​ ​ensues.


Writing Different Characters

Lynn Michell


The question asked most frequently by readers in an audience in front of a writer who has read from her novel is: ‘Is X based on you and your life?’ or ‘Is Y based on someone you know?’. Well, Yes and No. We can only write about what we have experienced, in some way, at some level, but our skill as writers is to transform those experiences, thoughts and emotions so that they transition and settle naturally into a narrative that isn’t about us. Now that’s not easy. A fair number of novels that arrive as submissions to Linen Press are authors’ life stories thinly and poorly disguised as fiction. They are of little interest, except to the writer.


How to transition to literary fiction? I think of my memory as a great big Lucky Dip of postcard images, snatches of conversation, gut felt feelings, and other detritus from the past. When I write, I probably clothe my characters with some of this rag-bag of words and pictures and feelings, but I don’t deliberately put my hand in and rummage around.


That’s forcing the issue and trying too hard and that effort will show in the prose. No, it’s more that bits and pieces float up of their own accord as I write, and only afterwards will I perhaps understand some of the connections.


In terms of the progression from youthful to mature writing, I’d guess that most of us start with what we know and later develop the confidence to invent and create characters who are unlike any we’ve known. My debut novel White Lies began with my very elderly father dictaing his memoirs as a soldier. As the present faded, so his years of active service in World War II and in Nairobi during the Mao Mao uprising became increasingly vivid and real. These were the periods of his life when he was most fully alive, doing what he was trained to do. So yes, in that novel where I explore different kinds of war and


different kinds of loving, one of my protagoists, David, is like my father, telling the story of the bloody uprising of the Mao Mao through eyes that only understand the colonial perspective. His wife, Mary, who has a passionate, adulterous affair with another officer who understands Africa, is in some ways not unlike my mother, but she isn’t her. I’ve given Mary my mother’s fragility and looks because I couldn’t imagine my father/David married to anyone who wasn’t fair and gentle but that’s where the similarity ends. Mary is herself – bold and passionate with a steeliness that allows her to defy convention and risk everything for the man she loves.


 In The Red Beach Hut, I shed all connections with myself and my past, at least

consciously and explicitly. Who knows what goes on in the subconscious depths? It happened like this: when I wrote White Lies, I thought a lot about the themes and characters and gradually sketched in the people who walk the pages and the plot line that tells their stories. Abbott and Neville, in contrast, came of their own accord, ready made. I’d be pulling out weeds or walking the dog when I’d hear them talking. I’d tune in to their thoughts. I could see their faces and what they wore. They walked along the beach and into my heart. Avril Joy says exactly the same about writing her second novel Sometimes A River Song. The voice of Aiyana, child of the river, illiterate but wise and finely tuned in to her river landscape, came to her first and she listened to her. The story came later.

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 I grew to love Neville and Abbott because although not perfect they represent much that is good – honesty, trust, compassion – when they are pitted against an explicit, bitter intolerance against people who are diferent, people who don’t fit society’s narrow norms and conventions. And during the time of the 2015 General Election when the novel is set, as now, sound bites of hatred were swilling around the political landscape and being aimed at immigrants, refugees and gays. Think of Nigel Farage’s Rivers of Blood poster. Abbott and Neville are outsiders in a society that has closed its doors on anyone who is not vanilla flavoured. I want others to warm to them as I did, and accept them.

Lynn Michell
Authors links:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35329869-the-red-beach-hut?ac=1&from_searc h=true http://www.inspired-quill.com/product/the-red-beach-hut/ https://www.amazon.co.uk/Red-Beach-Hut-Lynn-Michell/dp/1908600675/ref=sr_1_1?ie =UTF8&qid=1506877098&sr=8-1&keywords=the+red+beach+hut
Author bio:
I​ ​write,​ ​have​ ​always​ ​written,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​run​ ​​Linen​ ​Press​,​ ​a​ ​small​ ​indie​ ​press​ ​for​ ​women writers.​ ​It’s​ ​a​ ​fine​ ​balancing​ ​act​ ​but​ ​ever​ ​since​ ​I​ ​watched​ ​​Elvira Madigan,​ ​I’ve​ ​secretly wanted​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​tight​ ​rope​ ​walker. My​ ​fourteen​ ​books​ ​are​ ​published​ ​by​ ​HarperCollins,​ ​Longman​ ​and​ ​The​ ​Women’s​ ​Press and​ ​include​ ​an​ ​illustrated​ ​writing​ ​scheme​ ​for​ ​schools,​ ​and​ ​​Shattered,​ ​a​ ​book​ ​about​ ​living with​ ​ME.​ ​Those​ ​closest​ ​to​ ​my​ ​heart​ ​are​ ​fiction:​ ​​Letters To​ My Semi-Detached Son, my debut​ ​novel​ ​set​ ​in​ ​Kenya,​ ​​White Lies and​ ​my​ ​latest​ ​novel​ The Red Beach Hut. When​ ​not​ ​writing​ ​or​ ​editing,​ ​you’ll​ ​find​ ​me​ ​building​ ​a​ ​house​ ​and​ ​creating​ ​a​ ​landscape​ ​out of​ ​rocks​ ​in​ ​an​ ​oak​ ​clearing​ ​high​ ​above​ ​a​ ​small​ ​village​ ​in​ ​southern​ ​France.​ ​Hands​ ​on.