Are we sure there’s only one Wednesday in a week? It seems to me to come around very quickly … which roughly translated means it’s #WWWblog day again and I haven’t got a thing to say. Makes a change to not having a thing to wear, I suppose, but right now that is small consolation.
It’s raining outside – not any namby-pamby drizzle, but a full-on sheeting-it-down downpour. Would hardly be an up-pour, would it? Hard to believe, as I squint out of the kitchen window, that we live in the driest county in the UK. And Pavlova the chicken doesn’t look too impressed, as she struts about, doing her (soggy) free-range thing, looking for worm supplements to the two cereal breakfasts she’s already scoffed. The grass is nice and green, though, and Pav’s rusty red livery contrasts rather nicely.
Told you I didn’t have anything to say!
I’m on book four (of five), reading for the Romantic Novelists’ 2016 Awards – I’m ploughing through to leave the way clear for edits of Hostile Witness, my crime novel out next February. Looking forward to that. Meanwhile, I’ve read one and a half contemporary romances, one humorous and one historical – not actually looked at number five yet, so it’ll be a surprise. Pleasant, I hope.
Overnight, my crime masterpiece By Any Other Name leapt up 600K places in the Kindle charts – how bizarre. I don’t have that many friends. I don’t really know how the system works, so that probably only means it sold one copy?
Here’s the blurb:
Emily Kelly cannot believe her luck when she is employed as temporary companion to wealthy Sir Gerald Ffinche. (OK, luck had nothing to do with it – but all’s fair in love and job-seeking, right?)
She soon settles in chez Ffinche and builds an excellent rapport with Sir Gerald – but it’s his son Richard who really interests her, and they quickly become inseparable.
However, it seems their happiness has enraged someone closely associated with the family, and a series of tragic events is set in motion. Subtle clues are left to incriminate Emily and when she determines to expose the real culprit, she is spoiled for choice. As the body count mounts, Emily and Richard – and the police – are perplexed. They’re clearly looking for someone who projects a mask of sanity to the world whilst being dangerously disturbed: but who?
With a whole shoal of red herrings and a plot that veers from the almost cosy to a taut psychological thriller, By Any Other Name is an enthralling, chilling whodunit.
“Twists abound as love blossoms amongst the dead bodies in a genre-crossing novel with a dark undertow all its own.” Marika Cobbold, best-selling author.
If that grabs you, you can check out the book and read a sample by following the link below. Meanwhile, happy #WWWblog day!