Book Review “Swiftly Sharpens the Fang” by Stuart Kenyon @StuartKenyon81 #premium_indie #RRBC #IARTG #Dystopian

BOOK REVIEW: Hello and welcome to my review of “Swiftly Sharpens the Fang” by Stuart Kenyon.




Some monsters are born. Others are created.

And sometimes hatred is more tempting than forgiveness.

Set in a dystopian near-future vision of Great Britain, this gripping psychological thriller will chill you to the bone.

Terrorists killed Joe’s father. The young man’s life has become a chaos of binges, fights and hallucinations, while his dreams are haunted by repressed childhood memories.

When the black sheep of the family, Uncle Steve, takes Joe under his wing, the young man enters an ugly world of vice and fascism. Although organised crime brings glory and riches, it leaves stains on his soul.

Battling against his own conscience, Joe makes as many foes as friends. Soon, there’s no escape from Steve’s gang and their racist violence.

Unlike his uncle, Joe wasn’t born evil. But revenge against his father’s murderers is there for the taking, and his fangs grow sharper every day.

MY REVIEW: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 A powerful, gut-wrenching & terrifyingly possible read.

Every once in a while, a book will take you by the throat and shake you. It will make you shudder in momentary recognition, and then render you utterly speechless and gasping for air.  Swiftly Sharpens the Fang is such a book.

This books impact on my emotions found me needing to step back momentarily from reviewing it. I needed to regroup and assess my reaction before I dare commit it to paper.

Author Stuart Kenyon has a marvelous capacity for empathy. His understanding of the demons that drive us, the forces that mold us, and the moments that define us is exemplary.

Don’t go into this book with an expectation of a story set in some far off Dystopian Future. This book is a brutal, powerful, gut-wrenching and terrifyingly possible portrayal of our desensitized world of today.

The characterizations are so well developed, that we the reader are given more than a brief insight into the motivations of each persona. The author makes them familiar to us, he invites us to understand what drives them … even as we find those motivations repulsive. The author causes you to reflect on your own belief systems in this desensitized world we live in. He will by turn shock you, repulse you, and cause you to nod through tears of understanding.

This book is a tragically brilliant story of the harsh reality and cold brutality of our world today.

I have reviewed other works by Stuart Kenyon, and I said of the last one I read (Subnormal) “I’ve long held Aldous Huxleys’ ‘Brave New World’, and George Orwell’s classic Nineteen eighty-four ‘1984’, as the benchmark for Dystopian novels, and this book will now be added to that very short list.” To that list I’ve now added Swiftly Sharpens The Fang.

It will remain in my memory for a long time to come.

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#NewRelease “Backstage” by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #Erotica #Romance #IARTG #ASMSG


Welcome everyone, today I’m delighted to feature author Harmony Kent with her New Release “Backstage”

Let’s meet the author!

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Indie Author Harmony Kent has written a number of books. The Battle for Brisingamen, her first novel, is a work of fantasy fiction and was approved by Awesome Indies within weeks of its release. Her second book, The Glade shows her equally at home in the realms of mystery, suspense and thriller – with a dash of magical realism. This book has also been approved for the Awesome Indies List. The Glade was awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion in July 2014. Harmony’s third book (Elemental Earth) is Young Adult Fantasy Fiction, and was published 31st July 2014.

As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal and beta reading services. As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena. She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes. Harmony lives in Cornwall, England.



Hello, everyone. Harmony here. First up, huge thanks to Soooz for hosting me today! She’s letting me visit today so that I can tell you about my latest book, Backstage. It is an erotic romance novel and deals with some of the sexual coercion scandals that have hit the acting industry in the last year.

 Here’s a bit about the book for you:




Just when Emma thinks she’s found love. Just when her big chance comes.  Just as she finds a little confidence at long last. Right then, it all goes horribly wrong.


John believed he had found ‘the one’. But the demons of his past wouldn’t allow him to break the leash, and when he gets the wrong end of the stick, it just confirms all his old prejudices and hurts.


Derek Prentis is his name. Coercion is his game. He’s the man with the money. The big man who wants to keep Emma under his control and who will do anything to keep it that way.



And here is a ‘sneek peek’ …

 Derek held up a hand, and when he spoke, his voice held amusement, ‘It’s not what you think. She led me on. She wanted it. Really, young man—’

John punched him on the mouth and then shoved him toward the doorway, where a crowd had gathered. Mike pushed his way through and helped John manhandle Prentis out of the room. When they’d gone, Sophie came in and shut the door behind her. She stood and looked at Emma, pale and drawn. Then her paralysis broke and she half-sobbed, ‘Oh, God. Emma.’ Her distress emphasized the Irish lilt to her voice. A second later, she stood at Emma’s side and helped her to her feet.

Numb and shocked, Emma reached down and retrieved her clothes, which had come off her feet in the struggle. When she had herself dressed again, Sophie pulled her into a gentle hug. ‘Oh, God, sweetie, yer face.’

Emma extricated herself from Sophie’s arms and turned to look in the mirror. How Derek could have thought that anyone would believe she’d wanted it was beyond her. Blood stained her lips and chin and had dripped onto her blue blouse, making it almost black where it had soaked in. Already, a large bruise and swelling showed on her jawline, and red handprints marked her cheeks. Appalled, she held a tentative hand to her split lip and winced when even that light touch hurt like holy hell.

 If you enjoyed reading about Backstage, you can pre-order it now at Amazon … US LINK and UK LINK. And it goes on live sale on March 30th. Thanks so much for sticking with me this far.

Join Harmony on the following links.

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

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#NewRelease #CoverReveal “Cusp Of Night” By Mae Clair @MaeClair1 #Mystery #Thriller #Suspense #Paranormal

Hello and welcome! Today I’m delighted to present the Cover Reveal for “Cusp Of Night” by Mae Clair.

by Mae Clair
Release Date: June 12, 2018
Mystery> Thriller & Suspense > Paranormal

book  cover for Cusp of Night, a mystery/suspense novel by Mae Clair
Recently settled in Hode’s Hill, Pennsylvania, Maya Sinclair is enthralled by the town’s
folklore, especially the legend about a centuries old monster. A devil like creature with uncanny abilities responsible for several horrific murders, the Fiend has evolved into the
stuff of urban myth.

But the past lives again when Maya witnesses an assault during the annual “Fiend Fest.” The victim is developer Leland Hode, patriarch of the town’s most powerful family, and he was attacked by someone dressed like the Fiend.

Compelled to discover who is behind the attack and why, Maya uncovers a shortlist of enemies of the Hode clan. The mystery deepens when she finds the journal of a late nineteenth-century spiritualist who once lived in Maya’s house, a woman whose ghost may still linger. Known as the Blue Lady of Hode’s Hill due to a genetic condition, Lucinda Glass vanished without a trace and was believed to be one of the Fiend’s tragic victims.

The disappearance of a young couple, combined with more sightings of the monster, trigger Maya to join forces with Leland’s son Collin. But the closer she gets to unearthing the truth, the closer she comes to a hidden world of twisted secrets, insanity, and evil that refuses to die . . .


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Random Book Review!- Mind Shaft: Paranormal Anthology by S. Burke

A marvelous review of my #Paranormal #Anthology “Mind-Shaft” by Kester James Finley #RRBC Shared with my thanks.

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If you fancy paranormal short stories, then you will love Suzanne Burke’s finely crafted exploration into the darker things that go bump in the night! Keeping with the fright and fears we’ve been rolling out through February, it is one that is definitely worth the read!  Listed below is the review I have posted on and Goodreads, so check them and Suzanne Burke out!


5 out of 5!

Suzanne Burke’s collection of tales within “Mind-Shaft: Paranormal Anthology” takes readers on a whirlwind adventure through the course of short stories centered on the odd, the supernatural, and the maddeningly bizarre that will send chills down your spine and make you think twice about every sound you hear in the darkest of night.

Within the first couple of pages, readers will instantly realize that Burke not only wants you to explore the darker sides of the paranormal world but wants you…

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#ShortStory “Runnin’ away to Heaven” @pursoot #RRBC #IARTG

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A short story written to share with my young grandson. This image deseved a story to fit it. Please enjoy … “Runnin’ Away to Heaven.”



Tiny and me is runnin’ away.  Not to join no circus.  Uh-uh, no sir.  We is just gonna go some place, where people don’t talk so loud at me all the time.  Me and the little guy, well, we is pals, and pals look out for one another.

My name is Pete.  Some folks call me Petey, and this here little guy is my elephant, Tiny.  Only I guess he don’t really belong to me, but he is surely my friend.

I don’t know for sure where Tiny comed from, but one morning I waked up, just before I comed here, I was cold and hungry, and Tiny was just sittin’ there, cute as anythin’ and lookin’ at me funny like. Like he understood jus’ how I was feelin’.

I don’t think he’s the proper size for an elephant .  I ain’t never seen one afore, but I seen pictures, and they’s mostly big critters, even the baby ones is big.  I figure Tiny just needs to eat some more and he’ll gets to be big too.  Like them other ones is.

I don’t remember my mom or dad, seems like they up and died when I was maybe two.  So I was sent to the orphanage. Now an orphanage is a big ol’ house, where lots a kids is, who don’t have no ma and pa, like me.  I don’t rightly know how long I been in that place, seems like an awful long time.

Some of the kids got to get brand new moms and dads, which I figure must be real nice.  Every time that happens, every one is smilin’ it up real big,  and they get special food to eat, and new stuff to wear.  So ya gotta start thinkin’ it ain’t a bad thing, doncha know.

Anyways, nobody wanted to be my new mom or dad.  Lots of folks thought I was real nice, and cute and all, but it seems they changed they’s thinkin’ when thems finded out I can’t hear so good.  So when I needs to talk it comes out different or somethin’.

Tiny here he don’t have no problem with it.  He can’t talk none either, but he makes a funny sound sometimes when he puts his trunk thing in the air, sorta like music.  I can hear it real good too.

Anyways, tomorrow, some more folks is comin’ to look me over.  I figure they’ll be doin’ the same ol’ thing.  Soon as they’s gone, me and my pal Tiny here we is gonna, sneak off.  Real quiet like.  They wonts know we has gone till suppertime.


I slept only a little bit last evenin’; all I could think about was where Tiny and me is gonna go.  I figure we might head on to that heaven place.  I here tell it’s s’posed to be real peaceful, and pretty like.

Ain’t zackly sure how to get there.  But I heared that you just gotta be real nice and kind, and ya gets there sometime.  So I figure I can do that, and Tiny well he is jus’ so gentle … he be sure to get in.

A big fancy automobile just pulled up out front. I think them folks what has come to look me over is here.  Thems must be mighty rich to have them one of those.

The lady sure is pretty.  Her fella looks okay too.  I figure it don’t matter none, cause they’ll just do that sad head-shakin’ thing, an’ they’ll be gone like all them others.

Yep, they’s comin’ up the stairs.  I’m s’posed to be in the big music room, so me and Tiny gotta scurry.  Tiny is okay cause I don’t think no one else can see him, jus’ me.

They’s jus’ comed in.  My, yes, she surely is the prettiest lady I has ever seed.

The matron is talkin’ to ‘em, I can’t hear what they is sayin’, probably complainin’ bout wastin’ they’s time.

Oh, them are comin’ over.

The pretty lady looked at me right in my face and she smiled.

“Hello, Pete.  My name is Annie.  This fine looking gentleman is my husband, Jonathon.”

“ H’lo.”

The man put his hand out, and I guess he wanted me to shake it. I seen the Matron do that lots of times. His hand felt good, kinda strong, but not squeezy.

“That’s a good firm handshake you have there, young Pete.”  Said Mr. Jonathon.

“Than’, yo.”

“Pete” The lady said,”My name is Annie and my husband Jonathon, is a Doctor.  Friends of ours told us about you.  They said you were a fine young man; however they couldn’t take you to live with them, and it made them very sad.

“My husband and I have a special place in our hearts for young people.  Especially those who have may have problems with hearing and speech.  Would it be okay with you if you came to live with us?  We would both be very happy if you were to say yes.”

I couldn’t believe it, they knew I was different, and they still wanted me to come and be their … to come and live with ‘em.  I jus’ couldn’t believe it.  I looked over at Tiny, and he was noddin’ his head and blowin’ music through his trunk thing.

“Well, Pete, what do you say, would you like to give us a chance to be your new mom and dad?”

“Yes , oh, yes! Um … I  … yes!”

I was happy fit to bust and Tiny was doin’ a little elephant dance thing.  Matron was cryin’, but I ain’t sure how come.  She hugged me real close, and told me to mind my manners.

So here I is, sittin’ up front in that big fancy automobile, with Annie and Jonathon.

“You’re new last name is going to be Sullivan, Petey.  Can you say, Sullivan?”

“Su … s … sull.”

“That’s a good start, Petey.”  Said Jonathon.

He looked at me for a while then he gave me the biggest smile I’d ever seen

“Oh, and, Petey, what does your little elephant like to eat?”

Seems to me, like Tiny and me done already found us that heaven place.



I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks so much for stopping by.


#Short Story “Why can’t we be friends?” How do we explain prejudice to young children?” #RRBC @pursoot


How do we explain prejudice to young children? How sad it is that that question even needs to be asked. This is a short story I have written to share with my young grandson.

Meet Casper and His Best Friend Charlie.


“Charlie, why are they saying I have to go away? What does away mean, Charlie?”

“Well, Casper, away, um—away, is someplace where I can’t be with you. I’m not too sure about the why—but I think maybe they are a little, afraid.”

“What are they afraid of, Charlie?”

“Well, I think maybe they’re scared because we’re sort of …  different?”

“I don’t understand. What does different, mean?”

“Um, different is … like, you are small … and I am bigger.”

“Oh … I still don’t understand. We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“Yes … we sure are; we’re the bestest of buddies. But Casper you will get a whole lot bigger.”

“Bigger? Like … um, like my daddy is bigger?”

“Yes—like your daddy is bigger, that is different.”

“But, Charlie, you will just gets bigger—like I do. Won’t you?”

“Well—no … I don’t think so, I think I’m already as big as I can get.”

“Charlie, I don’t understand. Why … why are they afraid of that? Do they think I will squish you—when I sit on your tummy?”

“Weeell—maybe you might squish me just a little bit.”

“So—um, we can fix that, Charlie. You can sit on my tummy—cause you won’t squish me when me I’m big like daddy.”

“I …I … Well I’m not so not sure that would be okay.”

“Why, Charlie? I, don’t get it.”

“Well, maybe … maybe it’s, ’cause … um, we are different in some other ways.”

“Okay … so we make the different stuff go away, and we make everything the same.”

“I don’t think we can do that, Casper!”

“I don’t understand.  You are my friend; you make me laugh, and you let me sleep on your tummy. Why are they afraid of that?”

“Maybe the same stuff is just not as scary as the different stuff is.”

“Charlie, I’m sorry—but I still don’t understand it. What can be so … different?”

“Well—maybe it’s  ’cause I eat green stuff … an you eat, um … meat stuff.”

“Oh, okay—I see. Um … no I don’t. Why is that scary?”

“Well, maybe they think, maybe they think—um—that you might wanna eat me.”

“Oh—you make me laugh, and laugh, Charlie, you’re so funny.”

“I wasn’t doing the funny-funny, thing, small one.”

“You means they really … really think that I would eat you?”

“I think so, Casper”

“Do they eat meat, Charlie?”

“Yep, at least I think some of ‘em do.”

“Do they eat … do they eat their friends, Charlie?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Then I don’t understand it. If they don’t eat their friends, what is different? Why are they silly-scared that I would eat you?”

“I’m just not sure, Casper.”

“So—what else is so different, Charlie?”

“Well, I look different than you do.”

“Do—all their friends look just like they do?”

“No, I don’t think so. But maybe—maybe, they only have friends who are all the same. So no one can be silly-scared of being more different.”

“I still don’t understand it—Can I only have friends that are exactly the same as I am?”

“I think maybe … yes, Casper.”

“I don’t like that … I think that’s so silly-silly. Charlie, how else are we different?”

“Well—mmm—I’m not sure?”

“I can’t think of differents—but I can thinks of sames.

“What sames cans you think of, Casper?”

“Well, Charlie, if you get hurt, you cry, and go tell your momma … just like I do. Don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And if you cut yourself you’ve got that red blood stuff that comes out all icky … just like I do. Don’t you?”

“Well … yes, Casper, yes I do.”

“So, more sames—than differents—hey, Charlie?”

“Differents, are more scary for them, Casper.”

“Why don’t they just close their eyes … ’cause then, well, then they wouldn’t see, the differents?”

“Casper … that’s a good idea … but, I dont think it would work.”

“Why, Charlie?”

“’Cause—um—they would have to keep their eyes shuts all of the time … and that would silly-scary them even more?”

“Cause … they would falls off cliffs or something, Charlie?”

“Uh—huh, that would be bad, Casper.”

“Charlie? Will the sun still wake up over the trees, if we be friends?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Will it still go to sleep, behind the big hills, if we be friends?”

“I think so.”

“Will we still have a mommy and daddy, Charlie?”

“Yes, Casper.”

“Will we still have other friends, Charlie?”

“Charlie …  Will … we still have other friends?”

“I … just don’t know about that for sure, Casper.”

“Oh—that is too, too sad, Charlie. It be water in my eyes sad. ‘Cause I like my other friends too.”

“I know, little buddy.  It makes me crying sad too.”

“Charlie, I’m silly-scared now—what do we do?”

“I don’t know exactly, Casper. I am thinkin’ about it very hard.”

“Charlie, I don’t want to be your unfriend. Maybe we can run away, someplace where they do not care about those differents things … where they just care about the sameness. Do you think we can, Charlie? Where is a place we can go?”

“I have never, ever heard of a place likes that, Casper.”

“Never … ever?”

“Not ever, Casper.”

“Charlie? Charlie … you think maybe we can find one, if we look, and look … and look some more?”

“We can try. Are you sure you want to go looking and looking?”

“I am surely-sure, Charlie. I thinks if we look long and look real hard … we’ll maybe find us a place, a place where the sames are more special than than differents.”

“Casper, my little buddy, when did you get to be so smart?”

“When I decided to be your friend, Charlie.”


“Uh—huh, Casper?’

“Charlie, why is the sky up?”

“That’s a whole other conversation, Casper.”



I plan on continuing using Charlie and Casper in future stories I write for my dear little Jacob. They will hopefully mature as he does. I do hope you enjoyed this one. Thanks so much for stopping by.



Book Review: “Ghosts of Timeless Cottage” By T.K Geering. #Supernatural #Romance. Tee Gee



BOOK REVIEW “Ghosts of Timeless Cottage” By T.K (Teresa) Geering.

Meet the author


T K Geering lives with several foxes, and a randy squirrel called Cyril who does everything he can to annoy her, including digging holes in her garden to bury his nuts and to trip her up.

When she isn’t attending to his needs, Tee lectures on a voluntary basis to ‘A’ level and Performing Art students at local colleges on creative writing, and is known as their Miss Marple.

T K Geering writes in the genres of the paranormal, fantasy non- fiction and crime. Her writing style has been compared to J.K. Rowling and Jean M. Auel, and her books are now sold worldwide.



Carolina has everything a beautiful young woman could want. A penthouse flat in London overlooking the Thames; Wined and dined in the best restaurants and a peach of a job with a healthy salary in the Houses of Parliament as a PA for the Right Honourable Jonathon Taylor, MP.

In her spare time, her alter ego J D Wells is a successful author selling books by the millions, unbeknown to her charismatic boss.

Her refuge from the misdemeanors of Jonathon Taylor and his mistress is her aunt’s cottage by the sea in Hastings. When her aunt dies unexpectedly she inherits the cottage, a healthy nest egg, and several rather unexpected seafaring ghosts.

Carolina, with persuasion from Cornelius the resident ghost, finds herself compelled to write his biography in which she discovers that they have a past history.

As Carolina delves into the mystery, she begins to wonder just how deep their connection goes…


MY REVIEW 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟A hugely satisfying reading experience.

It has been a while since I read a book by Teresa Geering. She has written other works that I’ve enjoyed immensely and I was delighted to find she had a new release.

I found this  Supernatural Romance an intriguing read. Author Teresa Geering has grown as an author since I read her last work. I enjoyed her previous books a great deal, but this one ramps the enjoyment factor up a notch!

Her character development is rich and complex, and immensely satisfying.

Carolina is introduced beautifully as she deals with the frustration of attempting to keep her female-hungry, but very-married boss, The Right Honorable Jonathon Taylor MP from hitting the front pages of the newspapers with his unfaithful and egocentric behavior. He is certain that his looks and position will keep him safe, and relies heavily on Carolina’s marvelous ability to juggle all his demands continuing without interruption.

Life however has a way of creating changes, and Carolina’s much loved aunt passes away suddenly, leaving her beloved niece her beautiful seaside cottage in Hastings.

The pivotal character of Carolina coming to vibrant life on the page. The dialogue is fast-paced and done so well that you can hear her interchanges with each of the characters, most notably the ghostly and gorgeous Cornelius.

The advent of these supernatural beings into her previously well-ordered life have Carolina seeking more information.

As a world-renowned published author, she is excited to begin writing Cornelius’s memoir, and without adding spoilers I can share with you that she discovers much more about her own history than she ever bargained for.

This book is not in any way formulaic, the twists and turns in the well-crafted plot will keep you turning pages from beginning to end.

The author injects a delightful and often sardonic humor into her characterizations, still maintaining the tension throughout.

If like me you enjoy your Romance served with a twist, you will find this book very hard if not impossible to put down.

An altogether hugely satisfying reading experience.


CONTACT The Author

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