Dark Game by Rachel Lynch #Review #Blogtour

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Release Date – 29th January

Price – £1.99

Synopsis

Kelly’s gut turned over as she realised the danger she was in. She heard no sirens. She knew that she was simply collateral. To these men who made a lot of money from the suffering of others, they’d have no problem snuffing her out.

After a scandal forces D. I. Kelly Porter out of the Met, she returns to her home turf in the Lake District. Crimes in the Cumbrian constabulary tend to be of the minor sort, but Kelly begins work on a cold case that shocked the local community – the abduction and brutal murder of ten-year-old Lottie Davies.

Meanwhile, Kelly is also investigating two seemingly straightforward crimes: a case involving an illegal immigrant, and a robbery following the death of local businessman Colin Day. But evidence comes to light that reveals a web of criminal activity beyond anything Kelly imagined. Behind the veneer of sleepy, touristy towns lies a dark and dangerous underworld. As Kelly threatens to expose those with much to lose, she risks paying the ultimate price to get to the truth…

Don’t miss this taut and gripping debut from a crime writer to watch. Perfect for fans for Carol Dwyer, Patricia Gibney and Angela Marsons.

My review

I’d like to thank Rachel Lynch and Canelo for including me in this blog tour.

Wow! Is the word that springs to mind for this amazing book!

Dark game is a fast paced, stomach flipping, exciting read.

This is the first book in the D.I Kelly, the story starts with 3 separate crimes. The first is an historic case which has been reopened, a 10 year old girl was abducted and brutally murdered. The second is a young women who abandoned her baby, the woman doesn’t speak English. The third unfolds within the first few chapters, Colin Day is a a pillar of society to the outside world, he’s found dead in a hotel room and slowly another side to Colin is revealed.

I thoroughly enjoyed Dark game. Kelly is a ballsy but compassionate character, she’s passionate about her job and I enjoyed slowly finding out about her past. The storyline hooked me from the first chapter and kept me hooked until I read the last word. Dark game is gritty and at times the crimes carried out make you squirm and want to cover your eyes but this is necessary and I feel adds to the book.

I can’t wait for book 2 in this series. Dark game is a 5* read and one if urge you to add to your TBR list!

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All about Rachel

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Rachel Lynch grew up in Cumbria and regularly hiked the fells from a young age.
She studied History at the University of Lancaster and gained her Post graduate Certificate of Education at the Institute of Education, London.

She then worked as a History Teacher in London before marrying an Army Officer in 2001. ‘The Dependants’ was her first novel. Rachel spent twelve years as an Officer’s wife and moved her family ten times in that period. ‘The Dependants’ charts three fictional Army wives and how they cope when their husbands deploy to Afghanistan for seven months.

She is now represented by Peter Buckman, the Ampersand Agency and published by Canelo. Dark Game is the first book in her DI Kelly Porter series.

She lives near London with her husband and two children. Her husband left the Army in 2013 and they are now concentrating on being civilians. Canelo signed the first three books in the DI Kelly Porter series and Rachel is currently writing the fourth.

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The Eden Paradox by Barry Kirwan #blogpost #blogtour

Synopsis

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. “The reader is pulled into an all too real future, with memorable men and women leading the way. An excellent story, leaves the reader craving more.” Lydia Manx, Piker Press First novel in The Eden Trilogy.

Barry has a great blog on his website and today I am hosting one of Barry’s blogposts with an extract from The Eden Paradox…

Close encounters of the scary kind…

One of my favourite scenes from the Eden paradox is the following, where Blake and Pierre have finally made it to the new planet, Eden, and realize they are not alone. They are tracking an alien they’ve not seen up close yet, looking for its nest so they can steal an egg for study, but are about to get a lot more than they bargained for…

Blake skidded to a stop in front of Pierre and held out his arm. Pierre managed to stop just in time, on the edge of a precipice, as they entered a cathedral-like chamber. Sharp cracks stabbed the silence, as small rocks they had just pushed over the edge tumbled to the bottom, landing within a couple of seconds. Tardy, deeper echoes told him the vastness of this subterranean cavity, the torch beams dissipating hopelessly in the dark void. Blake put down his rifle and extracted a stubby pistol from his backpack. He lifted his arm and fired a magnesium spike flare upwards into the middle of the cavern. It found purchase in the massive domed ceiling, illuminating the cavern in a ghoulish twilight.

Pierre looked down below, across the plain stretching out before them. “Eggs,” he said, a hollow feeling in his stomach; eggs, as far as he could see. But they had been cruelly misled by the Hohash image. It was almost a joke. Steal an egg, they’d decided. As if they could put one in their rucksacks. Pierre recalled that when Blake had seen the Hohash image, there had been no frame of reference. He gazed at the nearest row. Each egg was twice the height and width of a man.

He switched into scientist mode, to allay the welling-up of fear. He cleared his throat. “They must hatch fully grown. Makes ecological sense for a predator.”

Blake crouched on the solid-rock floor, and tossed a pebble over the side of the small cliff. He pulled out a navcon from his backpack and swept the surrounding area, before the light from the flare dimmed. When it sputtered and died, it felt worse to Pierre – not seeing the silent arrays of eggs, yet knowing they were there.

“The navcon has ninety-five per cent of the image,” Blake said.

They both retrieved and donned their goggles, and switched off their torches, plunging themselves into abyssal darkness. Pierre flicked a switch on his goggles and instantly could see pretty much what he’d been able to see in the fullness of the flare a minute before, whichever way he moved or turned his head. Pierre recalled this gadget had come close to getting the Nobel Tech prize. He reckoned it should have won.

He activated his transponder, so the navcon could map their relative positions and overlay them onto the recorded scene, stopping them from bumping into each other. Peering over the edge again, he saw the eggs – large and rugged-looking, sitting upright. Of course he was seeing where they were, and was assuming – hoping – that nothing was moving down there.

Pierre heard Blake remove his goggles briefly, so he did too, flicking his torch on

“Motion sensor,” Blake said, lobbing a small device back into the tunnel behind them. He then took out a self-burying eye-bolt, placed it on the rocky floor, touched the two-second primer, and stood back. With a sound like an underwater gunshot, it fired itself into the stone with a reassuring thud. He attached the auto-feed wire system to the eyebolt via a karabiner and replaced his goggles.

“Wait twenty seconds, then follow.”

He swung himself smoothly over the edge and abseiled down.

Pierre counted to twenty, attached his own auto-descent system to the wire, and replaced his goggles. He backed toward the edge. He thought he heard something, a distant rumbling, coming from the entrance. Uselessly, he looked toward it, but of course the goggles could show no movement. He leant back, bent his knees, and kicked off, propelling himself away and down the cliff-face.

A shrill electronic whine, rising in tone, made him misjudge his descent, and his knees smashed into the cliff face, stinging with pain – the motion detector had sensed something approaching, fast. The whine was drowned out by the creature’s roar, and it felt to Pierre as if the whole chamber vibrated. He pressed the freefall button on his harness and dropped faster, but was suddenly yanked upwards. Pebble-sized rocks pummelled his head and shoulders.

“Cut the line!” Blake shouted from below.

In disbelief Pierre looked upward and saw nothing, then raked his goggles down and managed to switch on his torch – the creature was hauling him up. He could see its trapezoidal head, the blood red breathing slits writhing on its black-blue face. The creature’s roar made Pierre’s hands freeze, clinging to the cord.

“Pierre! CUT – THE – LINE!”

He rose rapidly in jerks, a metre at a time, the creature’s forelegs feverishly pulling up the line, like a spider reeling in a fly. Pierre could hardly breathe, as his right hand flailed behind him groping for the knife. His head bashed against the cliff face knocking his torch from his left hand as he tried to protect himself. He knew he had only a few more seconds. His outstretched right hand fingers brushed across the hilt and he gripped it with all his might. Another yank pulled him up almost to the ledge. With a yell not far short of a scream, he whipped the knife above his head and severed the line, feeling a gust of air as a claw lashed past his face. He freefell, hurling the knife sideways so he could lock his elbows around his neck and head, the creature’s howl of fury chasing him as he tumbled into the darkness below.

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All about Barry

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.’

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66 Metres by J F Kirwan #Extract #Blogtour

Synopsis

The only thing worth killing for is family.

Everyone said she had her father’s eyes. A killer’s eyes. Nadia knew that on the bitterly cold streets of Moscow, she could never escape her past – but in just a few days, she would finally be free.

Bound to work for Kadinsky for five years, she has one last mission to complete. Yet when she is instructed to capture The Rose, a military weapon shrouded in secrecy, Nadia finds herself trapped in a deadly game of global espionage.

And the only man she can trust is the one sent to spy on her…

Book One of Nadia Laksheva spy thriller series

I’d like to thank Never land blog tours and J F Kirwan for including me on this blog tour.

I’m delighted to be hosting an extract of 66 Metres on my blog today. I am a huge fan of the Nadia Laksheva series, look out for my review of 66 Metres soon.

Extract from 66 Metres

Nadia sat naked on the armchair in her cramped room in the roof space of Old Smithy’s Inn. Stars peeked through the skylight. Idle banter from patrons standing outside the pub, having a quick smoke, competed with the less distinct hubbub that permeated all the way from the bar up to the third floor. Conversation, music, occasional shouts, babies’ cries. Her fingers itched to nurse a cigarette, but so far she’d stuck to her decision three months ago to give up. One reason she didn’t go downstairs.

Jake was the other. She could occasionally pick out his strong tenor voice. He’d been on her mind. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagined him naked next to her. Earlier she’d glanced at his body while he changed out of his wetsuit. A swimmer’s physique, her second favourite after gymnast. And his hands. Her fingers drummed on her thigh. She hadn’t come in a while, and the episode with Mike, difficult though it had been, had re-awakened her hormones. Jake’s voice drifted upstairs again, a laugh this time. She sat up straighter, and crossed her legs yoga-style.

To business. She weighed the pros and cons. Pro: he fit the bill of a sufficiently advanced diver to help her get close to the Rose. Con: he wasn’t alone. He was clearly with friends down below. Pro: he was here, now, and willing to take her to see the prop in two days, and she was under time pressure. Con: he was smart and in control underwater. That could be tricky when she swam away from the wreck to find the device. Pro: he liked her – at least she thought he did, despite his cool behaviour, which she put down to his professional demeanour. Con: she liked him.

That was the problem.

Her phone beeped. Kadinsky. Of course. She stood up and clicked on the short link embedded in the SMS. Her breath shallowed. A silent video showed a face, up close, a manicured finger vertical across brightly rouged lips, laughing, heavily mascaraed eyes, tousled dark hair. Katya mouthed two words in Russian: Still alive. As proof she drew back and held up an iPad playing BBC World’s latest news broadcast.

Nadia watched her elder sister. Katya’s pupils were dilated; she was high. Katya mouthed two more words – love you – then her face grew more serious, more alert, as if suddenly remembering this wasn’t a game. Take care, she mouthed, adding Miss you. She touched a finger to the tiny scar on her temple left by Nadia’s bullet five years earlier, then, just as she began to say something else, the image moved abruptly. Nadia bit her lip. She saw a man’s legs ending in expensive shoes. The video changed. Someone walking in the woods in daytime. They stopped before a crudely dug rectangular hole in the ground. An empty grave waiting, a rolled up black plastic bag lying on the damp soil.

Bastard!

Nadia’s breathing turned scratchy, her palms suddenly clammy. She took a slow, deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds then opened them. She knew the routine. What she wanted to do was tie up Kadinsky, castrate him with a serrated knife, feed him his balls, and see if he bled or choked to death first. Instead she typed a reply: Thank you. Working on it. Weather favourable. Monday looks good. She hit ‘send’, checked it had gone, then threw the phone onto her bed. Sitting on the edge of the soft mattress, she touched a finger to her left temple, felt the smooth skin, and glanced at the clock: 9:30pm. Half an hour before the fireworks. She got dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans, snapped the skylight closed and headed downstairs.

She paused out of sight on the broad landing above the bar, the noise rising like heat. Everyone downstairs was having Saturday night fun, talking shit and getting drunk, or trying to get into each other’s pants. Meanwhile, her only sister was effectively a slave, one of many in Kadinsky’s lair. Whatever Katya had meant to him five years ago, her favour with him had clearly diminished – she was a disposable asset.

The landing reminded her of a thermocline, found when diving in deep water, a thin band separating one layer of warmer water from another one just below, around six degrees cooler. Except this thermocline was upside-down. She inhabited one world – brutal, ice cold and unforgiving – while those downstairs and elsewhere on this sun-drenched holiday isle lived in ignorant bliss. Yet she had to step into that layer and act like one of them, gain their trust, and then betray them. Not invite them into her layer, but at some point they – Jake in particular – would glimpse her through the hazy thermocline, and see her for what she was. A liar, a user, and sooner or later… a killer. Her mother would add, ‘Like your father.’

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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 Magic Of Stars by Jackie Ladbury

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Synopsis

Sapphire Montrose always felt like a loser in the struggle of life, but when she becomes the airline manager of a run-down airline she starts to believe she is a winner – until she unwittingly propositions her new boss and all her hard work is undone.

In a moment of recklessness air stewardess, Sapphire Montrose throws caution and her dress to the wind by propositioning a handsome stranger in a hotel in Florence, only to find herself waking up alone and embarrassed in her hotel room.
Unfortunately for Sapphire, it turns out that her new boss, Marco Cavarelli, is the man she failed to seduce and she is now fighting for her job and her self-respect when he tells her there is no place in his revamped airline for an alcoholic woman with lascivious tendencies. To make matters worse she is increasingly attracted to him and he seems to be giving out the same vibes. Or is he simply testing her? One wrong move could be the end of her career. But what if he really is offering love – and is he worth the risk?

My review

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I’d firstly like to thank Jackie Ladbury and Rachel’s random resources for allowing me to take part in this blog tour.

I was so excited to be asked to take part in this blog tour. I throughly enjoyed Air guitar and caviar, Jackie’s first book.

The magic of stars didn’t disappoint, it is written in Jackie’s wonderful familiar style. The characters jump off the page and come alive.

The first chapter catapults you slap bang into the middle of Italy, the country of romance but not so in Sapphires case. Sapphire has decided to surprise her then boyfriend who is in Florence. Her plan of seduction doesn’t quite work out when she discovers Rick in bed with another woman.

Sapphire leaves whilst she can still salvage some of her self esteem. She finds herself in a very plush hotel bar where she throws caution to the wind, whips out her credit card and books a room. She then finds the bar, Sapphire doesn’t drink…usually! The description of Sapphires drunken evening is hilarious. Jackie captures the change in personality from sober to drunk perfectly, it made me really giggle.

This is where we are introduced to Marcus, the handsome hotel owner. Marcus is the perfect gentlemen and makes sure the very drunk Sapphire finds her way back to her room. As he does so Sapphires drunken alter ego does her very best to seduce him. Marcus manages to resist…just!

Sapphire and Marcus go their separate ways never thinking their paths will cross again, but they do!

This is such a feel good book and guaranteed to bring you some sunshine and giggles.

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Sapphire looked up to see granite eyes, flecked with iron, scrutinising her, and her heart stuttered with an emotion she didn’t recognise. She scrambled off her knees and faced him. How could she have forgotten he was on board – his presence was huge? He seemed to fill the galley with his aura. ‘Oh no, I don’t drink.’

He laughed coldly. ‘You could have fooled me.’ He looked at her with such obvious disdain, it almost brought her back to her knees. He shook his head, his lips twisting. ‘She lies too.’

‘I do not lie.’ She thrust her chin upwards. ‘How dare you?’

‘I dare because I am now your boss and the truth is staring me in the face.’ The forbidding eyes pierced hers as he waited for an answer, his lips compressed into a thin line.

Sapphire glared at him and drew herself up, squaring her shoulders in defiance of his words. ‘Well since you’re the boss you’d obviously know, wouldn’t you?’

His gaze didn’t waver. ‘I hear that you are cabin services manager here, so we shall be working together over the next few months. I’ll make an appointment to talk to you about what went wrong today.’ He pursed his lips and she half expected the steepled fingers to return.

She didn’t like the sound of his words. ‘An appointment?’ She retained eye contact; she would not be bowed. ‘Mr Cavarelli, I work incredibly hard to keep standards and morale high. I love my job and I resent the implication that I’m somehow lacking.’ She pressed her lips together to stop more words from spilling out.

He raised an eyebrow, ‘Maybe your standards are not as high as mine. We will see, Sapphire Montrose.’

She was silenced by the soft, intimidating way he said her name, and hated herself for noticing his long eyelashes and darkly stubbled jawline, when she should be taking in his hard and hostile words.

He made to return to the flight deck, but paused and turned back to face her. ‘In fact, Miss Montrose, there is no time like the present. Your shift will be finished, I take it, when we land. I’ll meet you at the staff restaurant since I do not yet have an office; we can talk about the future of the airline, and your place in it.’

‘But it’s nine o’clock at night.’

‘Something happens to you after nine?’ he asked, the sardonic smile back on his lips.

‘No,’ she stammered. How did he manage to make her feel silly so easily?

‘There are no children or a husband waiting for you to come home, I hope?’

There it was again, a veiled reference to the night she wanted to forget; he would never allow her to forget it – of that she was sure. She tore her gaze away from him as he narrowed his eyes. ‘No,’ she said, seeing that he was waiting for an answer.

‘I can, of course, ask my secretary to make an official appointment if you would rather our little chat is put on the record.’ He tilted his head, waiting, and she tried to suppress the anger in her eyes, before he spoke again.

Si. We will have coffee.’

She waivered for a brief second; a little chat with him was the last thing she wanted. But she nodded, yes, she would be there – she had no choice. For someone who was so good-looking, he really was a most disagreeable man.

All about Jackie

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Jackie Ladbury was desperate to become a journalist when she left school but was ousted within minutes on the day of the exam at her local rag because she’d forgotten to bring a pen.
Short and sharp lesson learned.
Her budding writing career was not on hold for long, though, as Jackie found herself scribbling love stories of pilots and ‘hosties’ while she flew in aeroplanes of various shapes and sizes as a flight attendant herself.
Fast forward a good few years and, after being short-listed in a couple of prestigious romantic writing competitions, Jackie decided it was time to discard her stilettos, say goodbye to the skies and concentrate on writing romantic novels, where the only given is a guaranteed ‘happy ever after.’

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The Eden Paradox by Barry Kirwan #Guestpost #Blogtour #Giveaway

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Firstly I would like to thank Barry and Neverland Blog tours for allowing me to take part in this blog tour

Synopsis

 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.

Today I would like to welcome Barry Kirwan onto my blog. I absolutely love with a capital L Barry’s Nadia Laksheva series of books, written under Barry’s pen name J F Kirwan.

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Today Barry hosting guest post about love and science fiction…

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Why isn’t there more love in science fiction?

Guest blog by Barry Kirwan

 

It’s hard to think of a science fiction book or film where love is the central premise; it usually plays second fiddle at best. Readers of SciFi are looking for spaceships, aliens, new worlds, and cunning plots. Think of Star Wars, probably the best-known Scifi film – Luke initially is drawn to Princess Leia, but it doesn’t work out, and in fact she turns out to be his sister. In any case she is more interested (what girl wouldn’t be?) in Han Solo. But such threads are secondary to the vast sweep of The Empire, Darth Vader, the Force, Obe Wan Kenobe, light-sabre fights and the Death Star.

 

In books it’s similar. Scifi classics such as Asimov’s Foundation, Herbert’s Dune, or Clarke’s Rama series, don’t have love as a central premise – it’s not what we remember about these works, although Dan Simmons’ Hyperion has one of its pilgrims’ stories recounting a love story that is one of the most powerful I’ve ever read. Alistair Reynolds’ Revelation Space is also a rare, exceptional mixture of galaxy-spanning space opera and ‘love at any cost’. But generally, from Larry Niven’s Ringworld to Iain Banks’ culture novels, love is in the background. If readers want to read romance novels, these are available by the bucket-full in mainstream or romance fiction. Occasional cross-overs (the Time-travellers’ wife) may look like science fiction, but for most Scifi fans they belong more in the romance genre.

 

Of course, Scifi writers might just be geeks who don’t get much ‘luvvin’, and well, as the saying goes, you ‘write what you know’, the implication being that the converse also holds. Well, I’d have to disagree (what scifi writer wouldn’t?), and there are some notable ‘proofs’, such as Orson Scott Card who writes great Scifi (Ender’s Game, etc.), and also writes romance [thanks Orson, for shielding our collective reputation!]. Iain Banks is another eminent Scifi author who writes in other genres. I also remember, when producing my first Scifi book, having professional editors asking me to tone down the ‘love’ angle, as it didn’t fit the genre, and downright remove some of the more exotic sex scenes: simply not done, old chap!

 

Of course when it comes to aliens, they might not love at all. Geneticists would tell us that love is all about procreation, and in fact is a myth we’ve woven onto a biological need to further the species. This possible truth is easier seen when mapped onto fictional alien species, especially when the method of procreation can be rendered less human (e.g. insectoid species laying eggs). But good Scifi writers don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater, and for example I always found a strong part of the film Alien to be that the alien in question was fiercely protective of her offspring, which makes sense for any species, and we don’t have to call it ‘love’.

 

What does annoy me, however, is ‘love colonialism’ [Star Trek is guilty of this over and over] wherein humans convince non-loving aliens that they are really missing out, and that love is some universal truth. It might be, but let’s not get carried away with ourselves; bacteria do pretty well in terms of survival without it, and they’ve been around a lot longer.

 

In my Eden series, aliens don’t normally exhibit strong love tendencies, though they ‘care’ in particular for their own, although in my third book I do have a very advanced species (called the Kalarash) who seem to have some depressingly familiar love issues: e.g. a couple of them have not been talking to each other for half a million years after a tiff. Beneath this seemingly flippant situation is a deeper hypothesis – that love might be a product of civilisation. Very advanced cultures might eschew love and go beyond it (as in Stargate’s idea of ‘ascension’), or else it might be the ultimate goal.

 

I have to confess that in my second book (Eden’s Trial), I have a couple of drones (artificial intelligences) fall in love (they experience ‘perfect electronic resonance’), though it is brief, and in keeping with Scifi tradition, it doesn’t end well… More seriously I’m exploring the effects of genetically-engineered advancement on the ability to love, in the Eden series, most strongly portrayed in between the characters Kat and Pierre, and the genetically modified children who grow up to become the Genners – advanced in every other way except one – they are emotionally retarded.

 

Which brings me to the last point, that (regrettably?) there is no scientific basis for love. Love may simply be an inferred (learned) experience that we map onto natural hormonal responses: we feel something (endorphins), and we learn to call it love. Certainly as any of us who experienced teenage love and then fell out of it, it feels like drug withdrawal, doesn’t it? Endorphins are a natural drug we have in our heads.

 

Of course, science, and science fiction have to accept the possibility of the alternative hypothesis – that love is real (phenomenologically speaking, this is ‘true’), but science is too dumb (yet) to be able to measure it. I hinted at this, and the importance of love for an alien species, in my short story ‘The Sylvian Gambit’, which is essentially a Scifi love story, wherein the protagonist says near the end: “Love: wrap an equation around that.”

 

The deeper question is not whether scifi writers include love between their covers, as many people will say ‘who cares?’ Yet science fiction is a projection of our future. What if there is no love in our future? Could we evolve and advance in other ways, yet lose the ability to love? That is what I have tried to answer in the Eden series. And to cut a long series short, the answer is that we will hang onto it, because at the end of the day, it not only defines us, but gives us a strong will to survive collectively, because we want to protect those we love.

 

All about Barry

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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.’

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Life After Death Beyond Doubt by Susan Starkey #Blogtour

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Synopsis

There is one universal question to which there seems to be no definitive answer: what happens to us when we die? Many people have their own individual theories; different faiths have different beliefs. The rest of us we can merely shrug and resign ourselves to the fact that we can never know the unknowable. Just a few years ago, Susan Starkey would have felt the same way. But following a move to Spain, a sequence of astonishing events changed her life dramatically, turning her scepticism on its head, especially regarding the question of what happens to us when we die. Starkey is now convinced that there is a life after death; this book reveals her personal experiences and shares the verifiable evidence of her discoveries. In this profound story, Susan Starkey explains how she uncovered the roots to her past life, along with a vast family network that had been lost to her for centuries. She shares her ability to contact the Spirit World through a new-found ability to communicate through automatic writing. Life After Death Beyond Doubt is a remarkable and insightful guide to the afterlife, one which will bring comfort to others who may be searching for the answers that Susan Starkey has been given. Her work may prove beyond doubt that there is an existence after death and that we never truly die.

My Review

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Firstly i’d like to thank Rachel’s random resources and Susan for allowing me to be part of this blog tour.

This is a subject that always interests me. I am a true believer so read this with interest.

Susan’s story for me was made even more interesting because she started as a complete sceptic, so to read her journey to becoming not only a believer but a medium in her own right was amazing.

Life after death beyond doubt is a perfect read whether you are on the road to discovery yourself or a complete sceptic who is looking for answers. It will give many people comfort and answers. It’s totally a book that every individual will take completely different things from it.

This is a book that I will be recommending and re reading in the future.

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After leaving the corporate rat race, Susan Starkey moved with her husband to the idyllic countryside of Andalucia Spain where she enjoys exploring the natural beauty of the area, sampling the regions delicacies and on occasion turning her hand to property renovation projects. A previous skeptic, Susan has since embraced Mediumship after a chance invitation to a spiritualist meeting strongly challenged all the beliefs she held and led her on a path of spiritual discovery.

The 13th Reality by James Dashner ~ The Journal Of Curious Letters #Review

Publication date – 8th February 2018

Published by Sweet Cherry Publishing

Synopsis

What if every choice you made created an alternate reality? In The Journal of Curious Letters, Atticus Higginbottom, a.k.a. Tick, is an average thirteen-year-old boy until the day he receives a strange letter informing him that dangerous– perhaps even deadly–events have been set in motion that could result in the destruction of reality itself. Tick will be sent twelve riddles that, when solved, will reveal the time and place of an extraordinary happening. Will Tick have the courage to follow the twelve clues and discover the life he was meant to live? Tick’s journey continues in The Hunt for Dark Infinity! Mistress Jane and the Chi karda are back. Tick and Mistress Jane race to find the deadly Dark Infinity weapon. But who will destroy it–and who will become its master?

My review

Firstly I would like to thank James Dashner and Sweet cherry publishing for allowing me to take part I this blog tour.

Occasionally a children’s book comes along that I completely fall in love with, the last, for me was Harry Potter. The 13th reality is definitely the newest contender for the title. This is book one in the 13th reality series.

There’s something about children’s fiction that has a magical edge that ticks all the boxes for me and the 13th reality certainly ticks the boxes and more!

From the very first chapter I was transported into Tic’s world and found myself making excuses to ‘just read a few pages’

Tic is a character who has a real silent hero appeal about him. Slightly bullied by his peers but never made into a victim. The relationship between him and his Dad is amazing.

Throughout the story Tic receives mysterious clues in the form of letters from a quirky character named MG (Master George). Tic knows by accepting the challenge of solving these clues his life will never be the same. It’s a challenge he accepts.

The 13th reality is a fast-paced, adrenaline pumping, exciting read. With great characters that develop throughout the story. Younger readers will be able to relate to Tic and will be taken on a rollercoaster of a read!

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All about James

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James Dashner was born and raised in Georgia but now lives and writes in the Rocky Mountains. He is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Maze Runner series: The Maze RunnerThe Scorch TrialsThe Death Cure, and The Kill Order. His newest series is The Mortality Doctrine: The Eye of MindsThe Rule of Thoughts, and The Game of Lives.

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