My Review of Insight by Maren Klement.

My Review of

Insight by Maren Klement.

Insight was an interesting read. For me the story through up some great thinking points. But mostly showed how love can really help people through there darkest hours. Such as Will’s return from war and his PTSD and other scars left from his experiences.

The story itself follows Will as he returns to his partner Alex scared and broken from his traumatic war experiences. Will Alex’s love still be enough to see them through? Read this book to find out.

I thought the author did a great job at portraying both Alex and Will at the core of just being in love.  No different from any other couple, even though in this story they were a gay couple. But for me reading this book it made no difference love is love. Reading how they met to some of the heartbreaking memories of Will experience made me really feel for the characters.

I also thought this book talked of being patience and understanding to really get to know Will’s true feeling and thoughts, which I found humbling and touching between both characters.

This book is very easy to read and has good sized chapters for if you need to put it down and continue another time.

Insight is a book that I would recommend to anyone who wants to read about love, war and getting back into the life you once knew. Will and Alex are two great characters to follow through such a well-written story. So, if you like heartfelt stories with love at its core you’ll love this novel.



A Thank You Note by Lynda Renham  

A Thank You Note by Lynda Renham  

When Katrina asked if I wanted to write a blog post for her blog to celebrate the release of my new novel, I immediately said yes. Of course, I then started worrying about what I could blog about. It then occurred to me to write about something I’ve felt strongly about for some time; Book bloggers/reviewers.

What would us authors do without them? I know I would be at a loss. I’m so grateful to them. But I have seen them get a bit of a bad press sometimes.

I’m thankful that many of them are so patient with me. I’m slightly scatty. That’s probably an understatement. I’m scatty beyond belief. I promise blog posts and then I completely forget. I’m always asking bloggers for their emails again and again because I’m that scatty that I lose everything. They always understand, always telling me not to worry. They give me their details again and again. But mostly they apologise to me if the post doesn’t go up when I expect or if for some reason they can’t do it when I request.

But they do this for free. All the book bloggers I have dealt with have reviewed my book, posted a feature on their blog. Promoted my work and for nothing.  They always do it on time. They post it on Twitter and Facebook and retweet regularly.

So, I decided to take this opportunity to thank them. Because I don’t think I do it enough. So to the book bloggers who helped promote ‘She Saw what he Did’ Thank you very much for your time and for being far more professional than me about it all. I’m grateful whenever you post. I’m grateful for your reviews and for any mentions you give me. Selling novels is hard and it is getting harder. Without these wonderful reviewers, it would be harder still. Thank you for saying yes to my book and here’s hoping everyone enjoys it.

It’s a racy thriller. Slightly different to my other thrillers but I hope it will keep you gripped from the very first page. It’s a roller coaster of a ride so enjoy.

* Abby Miller thought she had the perfect family; a good looking, loving husband and a beautiful daughter. Her life was complete. The shock discovery that her husband, Jared, had been having an affair rocked her world. So when Jared suggested a short break to the Cannard Islands, to heal their fractured marriage, Abby agreed. An idyllic holiday turns into a nightmare when Abby sees something through the telephoto lens of her camera. Suddenly her life and the life of her daughter are in serious danger and no one seems able to help them.’

The novel is available at a promotional price of 99p. You can also borrow it for free on Kindle Unlimited.

Thank you again.



Author bio

Lynda Renham is the author of many popular romantic comedy and gripping psychological thriller novels. She lives in Oxford, UK. She has appeared on BBC radio discussion programs and is a prolific blogger, Twitter and when not writing can usually be found wasting her time on Facebook. Lynda lives in Oxfordshire with her second husband and two cats. Her web page: and Twitter: @lyndarenham




He looked down at his phone and smiled. A withheld number meant only one thing.

‘Yeah,’ he said roughly.

‘Sparrow?’ questioned the gravelly voice at the other end of the line.

‘Yeah it’s me.’

‘I’ve got a job for you. It’s a bit different from the usual. These are new clients. It’s a big one. Do you think you can handle it?’

Sparrow’s jaw twitched.

‘Sure. Don’t I always?’

‘This is different. You can’t make any mistakes,’ snapped the voice.

Sparrow bristled.

‘When have I ever made a mistake?’

‘Just as long as you understand. I don’t want any problems. There’s fifty thousand in this for you, but these people aren’t amateurs and they don’t take prisoners. This is a big contract. I don’t want it fucked up.’

Sparrow’s eyes gleamed. He’d misheard, surely.

‘How much?’ he questioned. It had always been a few thousand and he’d been more than happy with that.

‘Fifty thousand,’ repeated the voice.

Sparrow whistled. His insides quivered with excitement. That was a hell of a lot of money.

‘No mistakes. You do a good job, you’ll be well rewarded. You mess it up and you’re fucked. Well and truly.’

‘What do I have to do?’ Sparrow asked breathlessly.

‘The same as usual, get the package in safely, except this time you have to caretake for a while longer. This is highly sensitive. We want the heat off before any collection. There’ll be others wanting this cargo and …’

‘What is it?’ he interrupted, pulling a stale sausage roll from a brown paper bag and biting into it. There were a few seconds of silence.

‘Fifty thousand means you don’t ask questions,’ said the voice. ‘The less you know the better.’

Sparrow wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t so sure he agreed with that, but, fifty thousand …

‘Suits me,’ he said, throwing the remainder of the sausage roll into the sea.

‘There won’t be a collection straight after the drop. It’s up to you to keep the cargo safe for a while. A few days, that’s all. ‘

‘Sure,’ he said casually, although he would have been happier knowing just what he’d be caretaker of. Perhaps it was heroin this time. It was drugs, no doubt about that. It must be a big shipment. Still, what did he care?

‘We have to deliver. I’m making myself clear, aren’t I?’

‘How dangerous is this?’ he asked, combing his fingers through his brown curly hair.

‘Fifty thousand dangerous. Take it or leave it. I can find someone else.’

Sparrow doubted there was anyone else on the island that would be able to get the goods in as well as he did.

‘I’ve just got to keep it safe, right?’

‘That’s it. As soon as things are clear it will be collected.’

‘That’s all I’ve got to do?’ asked Sparrow, suspiciously. It seemed too good to be true.

‘You don’t have to take the job. There are others who …’

‘No, I’ll take it,’ interrupted Sparrow.

‘Think of this cargo as your baby,’ laughed the voice.

Sparrow didn’t laugh with him. The sound of the waves breaking on the rocks roared in his ears. The thought of fifty grand had heightened his senses. He’d be set up for life. He could move to South America, maybe even get his own bar. He could buy one of those open- top convertibles. He’s always fancied himself in one of those.

‘So, you’re in?’ asked the voice.

‘I’m in,’ said Sparrow.

‘I’ll be in touch,’ said the voice. There was a crackle and then the line went dead.


Abby Miller thought she had the perfect family; a good looking, loving husband and a beautiful daughter.  Her life was complete. The shock discovery that her husband, Jared had been having an affair rocked her world. So when Jared suggested a short break to the Cannard Islands, to heal their fractured marriage, Abby agreed. An idyllic holiday turns into a nightmare when Abby witnesses something terrible. Suddenly her life and the life of her daughter are in serious danger and no one seems able to help them.


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Happy New Year  (First Blog Post of 2019)

Happy New Year  (First Blog Post of 2019)

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had great festive holidays and a beautiful start to 2019. I had a lovely Christmas with my family, it was nice having the tree up and watching my four-year-old nieces open their gifts. They were very excited little girls. Also, it was nice spending time with mum and just feeling the festive beauty. I  find that over the festive week, I reflect on those who have passed away, and all the joyful Christmases of the past spent with them. I think remembering those times keeps everyone alive in my heart.

Christmas time is also romantic for me as it’s the 4th year of when my boyfriend first asked me out, brings back so many magical memories and it’s always nice on the 27th to celebrate that moment with him… he’s a lovely person and I feel very blessed to have him in my life and look forward to more lovely memories in 2019 together.

The new years bring new resolutions and goals. My main ones are to keep writing, reading and exercise more and see more beauty in every day. Also stay in contact with all those I care about and try to worry less. What are your goals or resolutions for this year?

Smokey and Holly also have goals—I think Holly’s is to eat all of Smokey’s dreamies from his treat snowman before he gets the chance. I think over the last few days he’s looked at her like, ‘you just ate yours, they are mine.’ And Smokey’s is to attack all his toys and take cat naps much more than last year… he looks so sweet sleeping.

I hope everyone has good health, joy and love this year. I can’t wait to read all kinds of wonderful books this year and of course host many wonderful authors on my blog. So, whatever your plan is this year I hope you all have a wonderful one with all your dreams and goals coming true.


Katrina x






Merry Christmas Round Up Post by Katrina Hart

Merry Christmas Round Up Post.

We’re just a few naps away from Christmas and therefore it’s the time for my last blog post of 2018. It has been quite a year for me. My year started off nice planning my boyfriend’s visit and Smokey had recovered from his ear troubles which was a huge relief because he’s a sweet cat. Also, at the start of the year, I started reading a poem a day which was a beautiful way to start a morning and of course read and reviewed many wonderful novels and stories, there are so many wonderful adventures to read about.

In the middle of the year my boyfriend and I planned a trip which was fun, we visited Hillside animal sanctuary and took my mum too which was nice. We had lots of laughs and cooked together, watched movies and really enjoyed being in each other’s life— he is a true blessing in my life and this time of year always remind me of the first time he asked me out. He also in the summer started teaching me Hindi which is a work in progress for me and something I plan to keep learning in 2019. I also had the pleasure of meeting his brother for the first time who was very nice, as well as his lovely parents when we Skyped for the first time which was a real joy—he has lovely parents.

Smokey and Holly also enjoyed meeting him and playing and getting treats, they always look so adorable when they try and get his attention. Shortly after this visit, there was the co-op robbery at gunpoint which honestly was one of the scariest moments I have ever faced in my life and for months after really set my nerves on overdrive. I did feel blessed my boyfriend returned to spend time with me, he has a kind heart.

I also took an editing course which was a lot of fun and taught me a lot and did some writing and work on the second novel I have written to get it closer to publication, discovered the joy of needle felting, diamond art and of course writing my yearly diary.

I’ve also really enjoyed being a part of a few Facebook groups and participated in the yearly Facebook party and how supportive people are in the groups and lovely talented authors too. I also want to thank everyone who took part in my mini blog series leading up to Christmas and those who have been on my blog throughout the year, it’s always a great joy to get to know you all and your books.

This year has also been a nice year with my family, spent some lovely moments creating memories with mum, like carving pumpkins, we lit candles for Diwali and spent time together caring for my two nieces on their visits.

For me this year has also been coming face to face with my extreme needle phobia. If you have one, you’ll know how extreme this can feel. For me, it sure is a phobia I battled since childhood, but I can say that this week I had my blood taken and the Elam numbing cream worked. I did not feel a thing and my nurse was so lovely and understanding which helped me and I really feel that it went some way to facing my fear. (never easy).

Well, I’ve gone on enough, but before I end, I want to thank all my lovely friends, who are a bunch of talented beautiful people and their support throughout the year has meant a lot to me. I wish you all a very special and beautiful Christmas and may 2019 be a lovely year for you all.



The Journey of a Jacket by Kshitij

The Journey of a Jacket by Kshitij

This is my favorite jacket. I remember buying it a few years back from an online store in India. I loved it for its color, style, and warmth- guess the usual attributes one would expect from a winter apparel. When I was on my big trip from India to the US to start my Ph.D. journey, I was wearing that jacket. My girlfriend so loved that jacket on me and she was always saying that it is my lucky jacket. Next year when I visited her, I brought that jacket with me. We both shared it on our trip. I must say the jacket looked much more beautiful on her or it was her who made the jacket glow with her beauty. We joked that she should keep that jacket, but she wanted me to take it back as it was my travelling jacket.

On the last day of our trip, the day I was set to return, something funny happened. I was getting ready early morning for my taxi to the airport and my girlfriend was making sure I have packed everything. She even made scrumptious sandwiches for me to have while I wait at the airport. I love her sandwiches; for her, too much cheese means too much love. Anyways, we figured that I couldn’t find my pair of socks- the one she gifted me on my birthday. Taxi was waiting as we were chaotically searching for my socks- cupboard, under the bed, living room, bathroom, well we did find it eventually and kissed goodbye with tears in our eyes and when I was at the airport my girlfriend texted me her picture in my jacket. Yes, I forgot to pick it up last moment thanks to our crazy sock searching and emotional goodbye moments.

Although she wanted to send the jacket to me, we decided that I’ll take it back once I visit her next time. So now the jacket lay next to her so like her cushion and every time she goes out, she wears the jacket, rain or sunshine. While she said it provided her the boyfriend warmth and feeling that I’m there with her. I felt comforted that I have left a piece of me with her.


As a writer and marketing researcher, I study how people develop relationships with material objects. The jacket, although a mere fabric, symbolizes a very special time in our lives and brings back all the sweet memories around it. It is a witness of our special love and a metaphor indicating that love knows no boundary as the jacket has travelled miles and spread it love all the way.

This jacket is my favorite because it is with my favorite person and our love has been able to give it a special meaning. In the material world, where each object draws psychic energy from us, the more we spread our love, the more beautiful and radiating the things around us appear.



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Christmas at Pensychnant by Jan Ruth.

Christmas at Pensychnant

This beautiful arts and crafts property became the house where Caroline and Ian lived in my latest novel, GIFT HORSE. Of course, my story is a contemporary one, but the setting of this house and its history crept under my skin, especially seeing it dressed for Christmas, embracing those old connections and traditions of the Welsh countryside.

For me, the elegant shabbiness of the house adds a richness not quite quantifiable in words. I guess it has atmosphere – something a writer is always looking to capture.

Pensychnant isn’t a National Trust or Cadw property attracting an entrance fee (although contributions are always encouraged), nor does it house a lot of cordoned-off untouchable valuables. What it does offer is a real, modern experience of a Victorian house. This is partly down to the fact that the house is still very much lived in. The log fires are burned for a great many reasons. Today, Pensychnant works primarily as a conservation centre; holding exhibitions by local wildlife artists, organising guided walks, and of course, the annual Christmas fair when the Welsh dresser is laden with vast quantities of home-baked cakes.

The Turbulent History of Pensychnant. Today’s resident warden, Julian Thompson, has much to share about the history of the estate. The original house is a simple farmhouse dating from about 1690. Because of the existence of a second storey – probably originally accessed by an exterior stone staircase – it suggests that this would have been the property of a family of some means. Interesting that the draught generated between the front and back doors was utilised to winnow corn, and later, Stott affectionately christened the boot room in this part of the house as the Wellington Room. But it’s the Victorian extension built in the Arts and Crafts style (started in 1877 by Stott) which makes Pensychnant so unique.

Stott & Sons built about a fifth of the cotton mills around Lancashire. Surprisingly, the house had a central heating system from new, and in 1923 it received an electricity supply. Built initially as a holiday home for the Stott family, Abraham’s wife was less impressed with the house, particularly its rural location. Fearing he’d never encourage his family to move there, Stott fell into something of a depression about his investment. He reputedly left candles alight in vats of paraffin in the farmhouse, and took his absence. His desperate plan failed, since residents of nearby Crows Nest Hall spotted lights in the windows and went to investigate. Amazingly, Stott managed to escape being charged with arson despite harbouring not one, but three insurance policies about his person! In 1882 the wealth and standing of this hugely influential family clearly held the greater power.

When the mill industry collapsed, Pensychnant was sold to the Collins family before it passed to Doctor Tattersall of Conwy. Then, like the stuff of fiction, something wonderful happened when the great grandson of Stott bought back the entire family estate in 1967.

I’m sure there’s another story in there…

Words and photo by Jan Ruth



Discover Your Family Legacy by Linda Weaver Clarke

Discover Your Family Legacy by Linda Weaver Clarke

This photo is the wedding picture of my parents. I absolutely love it because it represents my heritage. My mother was involved with genealogy and it was something she enjoyed. She wanted to leave a spark in me, the same desire as she had, so she told me about my heritage.

My mother told me that my great-grandmother was from Lancashire, England and that she was deaf from childhood. She told me how spirited Sarah was when she discovered a man hiding under her bed. With a broom in her hand, Sarah pummeled him good, until he realized she was not worth his lustful desires and ran out of the house. But Sarah was not about to let him go so easily. She chased him down the street as she pummeled him over and over again. The man never returned. After telling me more stories about her, Mama said I looked like her grandmother and gave me one of her thimbles.

Then my mother told me about my father’s heritage and how my great-grandmother, who was from Pembrokeshire, Wales, had just as much spunk. After settling down in Utah (United States), Frances discovered warriors stealing her grapes. It was her very first crop and they were stripping the limbs bare. Dawning her husband’s cavalry uniform, Frances tucked her hair under his hat. Then she grabbed his sword out of its sheath and marched outside onto the porch. Brandishing her weapon in the air, Frances yelled, “Leave or perish!” That was all it took. They dropped the gunnysacks full of grapes and took off running.

My mother’s love for her ancestors and genealogy soon got my interest, so I sat down and wrote the biographies of my grandparents and great-grandparents. They were stories that had been handed down to me from my father’s side and mother’s side. But that was not all. I finally wrote my parents’ story and had it published. I wanted my children and grandchildren to learn about their heritage.

I thought about my mother’s love for genealogy and decided it was time for me to do something about it. Since my husband has been interested in his ancestors, and he retired last year, we put in our application to serve at the Family Search Center in our hometown. We were accepted and now help people to find their ancestors and learn about their heritage. To join Family Search is free. Just go to and sign up.


Linda Weaver Clarke is the author of 24 books. She has written in several different genres, which include: historical romances, romantic cozy mysteries, a mystery suspense series, children’s book, and non-fiction. All her books are family friendly. To learn more, visit


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