Saturday, 30 August 2014

The Duff's Demolish Disney - September 2014 Pre Trip Report

Good Afternoon one and all!

As its only four weeks to go till we go to our happy place I thought I'd have better have a shot at doing a pre trip report, I'm looking forward to and simultaneously dreading this holiday as my two cherubic (demonic) daughters are at that age where they are just un-trainable but that's why on this holiday we are taking the in laws so when the kids are high on e numbers we can fob them off on to them!

Anyhoo lets start by introducing my family to you!

I'm Heather, thirty-something mother of two, currently a caravan park warden (best job ever!) and blogger (also best job ever) as I hate pictures of myself I will use my Powerpuff Girl alter ego, we have lots in common being both small, ginger and we both have amazing superpowers.  This will be my sixth trip to Florida.  I love all of the rides except Stitch's Great Escape, I mean what is the point of it, huge Dole Float and Funnel Cake fan, if I do a full trip report expect lots of food pics!

My better half is my husband Scott who likes everyone to think he is 25 (he's not), I once made the mistake of saying he looked like J from 5ive (remember them?) and he likes to remind me about it all the time, as he would kill me for putting his handsome face on the Internet I'll just use J's instead!  This is also his sixth visit.  He likes most of the rides and is also partial to a bit of shopping.

These blurry lovelies below are my two daughters, on the left is Cara who is 7 and on the right is Holly who is 5, we first took them back in 2010 and they have been extremely lucky in that we took them back in 2012 and 2013, they are both incredible girls but also extremely annoying at the best of times and they like to talk, talk, talk.  They both love Disney and they will do their best to get their grandparents to spend fortunes on useless tat!

The last two members of our gang, posse, group, family whatever you wish to call it are my two lovely in-laws Jean and Billy who own a newsagents and are partial to spoiling their grandchildren, little do they know we are going to dump the kids on them from the first day and run very quickly in the opposite direction - I am only joking before anybody gets outraged by this.  This will be their second visit, they are not big on the rides but do like to shop!

So this is going to be me and Scott's sixth trip, we first visited Orlando back in 2003 on our honeymoon, it was a toss up between Cancun and Orlando and thank god we chose Orlando, never been anywhere else since!

Back in October 2003 we stayed on International Drive in what used to be the Holiday Inn International, we didn't do Disney just Universal, Kennedy and SeaWorld.   Yes below is me rocking my mahogany tan in early naughties awful fashion.

We fell in love with the place and in 2005 we went back in February (never again weather was awful) and stayed this time at what used to be the Quality Inn Plaza on I-Drive, it was a total dump then, I believe it has improved since then but it didn't put us off and we still had a great time, this time falling in love with Busch Gardens.  And below you have me still rocking the mahogany tan.

Due to having sprogs we didn't get back to Orlando for five years finally getting back in October 2010, as the kids where small the in-laws came along with us for their first proper trip to the States (their last time on US soil was in transit at LAX on the way to Oz), it was a incredibly stressful trip for me, it was our first time at Disney, first time with in-laws and kids and I just wanted it to be perfect, we stayed at the Sheraton Studio City on I-Drive (the one with the big ball on top) and back then it was amazing, we had a top floor room and it just wowed us.  To us we could go no better but as I said I was a little stressed, we had no car just relying on the good old trolley and hotel shuttle to get us about and having to carry all the kiddie paraphernalia and stuff just got me flustered but it didn't put us off, we loved Disney.

Below 2012

Below 2013

Since then we went back twice more in October 2012 and September 2013, we try and go away around our wedding anniversary, both of these times we stayed again at the Sheraton and we left the in-laws at home this time, the 2012 holiday was fantastic but the 2013 holiday was about the be the death knell for quite a few things for us.

During our trip last year we wanted to go and visit Kidani at the Animal Kindgom Lodge, now up to this point we had always been faithful to Virgin Holidays, they had five trips worth out of us up to this point and as Scott was a special age this year we thought about having a special trip to Kidani through Virgin but knowing it would cost a small fortune we visited first to make sure the place was alright, it was more than alright my jaw dropped as we entered the reception, a kindly DVC rep offered to shows us the room, now Scott had no idea what DVC was but being on The Dibb I had a very rough idea but my head was thinking timeshare, alarm bells were ringing, anyway I digress, we were shown a two bed Savannah View and just walking up the hallway to get there I was gobsmacked, the place was like a palace.  The showers (see below) we just amazing, the whole place was just wow, wow, wowwy, wow!  That was until he started explaining DVC membership, no way am I getting a timeshare, its a scam were the stupid things going through my head but long story short we got talked in to going to Saratoga Springs to the DVC member centre, they really just had us at fastpasses, free ice cream and childcare anyway we went, we met Greg and viewed the showrooms, we were there for four hours by choice! 

Now this was like the third full day of our holiday and basically going back to the Sheraton was like going back to a dump, its a nice hotel but compared to Kidani, well there is no comparison, so anyway Greg gave us a lot to think about, and think about it we did for a week.  During this week every time we where at Disney we would sidle up to the DVC stands and have another look, but after a particular crap rainy day were our hotel shuttle was late, their were homeless folk roaming about outside the Sheraton what was our little piece of heaven on I Drive was just starting to look a little crap.

The next day we went back to Saratoga and signed on the dotted line, we became the proud owner of DVC points and our home base was, yes you guessed it Kidani!

We went away from this holiday unsure of when we would actually use these points but like a lot of you we got the holiday blues and by January of this year we had booked for September 29th for two weeks, so without further ado lets go on to what is planned for this holiday.

So as we are in Scotland we have a couple of options, fly direct or indirect, we have always chosen indirect with VA going via LGW (I love the monorail), which has been fine, the last couple of times we use the V-Room it was perfect, but we found it impossible this time to get cheap decent flights with them and as we were booking it ourselves rather than a package we found ourselves drawn to BA who we have always used for our internal flights but have never flown long haul with.

So we are flying out with them on the 29th, had to be the 29th as the Ryder Cup is on and both my DH and DFIL will be watching it, so on arrival in Orlando we will be getting the Magical Express for the first time to our new home at Kidani, we've booked a two bedroom Savannah view lockoff, I know there has been mixed views on Savannah view with some saying you don't really need it but hey its our first time and we are going all out.

I purchased our 14 day Ultimate this time from Attraction Tickets Direct, which I got a couple of weeks back in a nifty blue wallet and since their arrival I have had great fun booking fast pass plus times, along with ADR's for the first time ever and have so far booked Boma, Crystal Palace, Rainforest Cafe and The Wave for breakfast at the minute, with dinner booked at Crossroad and Planet Hollywood so far, this is first time eating so much on Disney property and I think we will miss the cheapness of say Sizzlers and IHOP but as we will have a full kitchen I hope to get lots of snacks in so we can have breakfast in the room.

I am so glad we made the decision to buy in to DVC, it was expensive but as a family we love Disney and there is so much we haven't experienced as we have been stuck with shuttle bus times to take us back out of the world, this time we wont have that problem and that is where the demolish in the title comes in I hope to demolish the list of things we've not been able to do starting with fireworks!

We have lots of things to celebrate to including two big birthdays and a wedding anniversary so hope to get some Disney magic sprinkled on us!

So the clock is ticking now, have already started packing and constantly checking Sky News about that volcano in Iceland, fingers crossed it doesn't disrupt anything and soon we will be on our way to our happy place!

Thank you for reading and apologies for rambling (I know as soon as I press done I'll have forgotten something!!)


REVIEW - Wool The Graphic Novel by Howey, Palmiotti, Gray & Broxton

Purchased with my own shiny pennies!

So if you are a regular reader you will know that I love the WOOL series and all the books that it has given birth too, you will also realise that when I saw this graphic serialisation there was no hesitation in clicking the send to Kindle option.

First of all if you haven't read any of the WOOL books stop now and go here to my back catalogue of reviews and features on the WOOLiverse as even though the graphic novel will be an enjoyable read for you I highly recommend actually reading the original novel so you get a better understanding of what is going on.

WOOL as you know is set mostly underground in the Silo's and when I started reading the books I got images in my mind as to what I thought the inside of these massive structures looked like so to actually see the story in graphic form came as a total shock to my system, a good shock!

Now I have only ever really read one graphic novel before which was the first Walking Dead issue so I am by no means a veteran of reading these but in graphic form WOOL looks amazing, the illustrations are all in beautifully subdued hues,reds, purples, blues it just looks incredible but the one thing that totally threw me was the design of the silo.

The stairs to start with spiral down the centre of the building where as I had always pictured them running around the sides.  The actual floor heights are massive about twice the size I had imagined, areas such as the cafeteria and the gardens are just vast, one scene where you see the mayor walking through the gardens just gives you an amazing perspective on how big the actually are, they are almost cathedral like with the pillars of plants in rows up each side.

The actual shape of the silo too was nothing like I imagined, I pictured it straight up and down like a massive pipe almost but it flairs out at the bottom, my mind is totally blown.

Everything is bigger, I really feel I need to go back and read the story again with these new images in my mind to appreciate it from a new perspective, yes the graphic version is a more condensed version of the story but a picture tells a thousand words and from just looking at Juliette's eyes or the panic on Bernard's face you get an pretty good idea of whats going on.

I don't know if Shift and Dust will be getting the graphic treatment but I hope they do as WOOL the graphic novel has really enhanced my enjoyment of this already spectacular series.

If you have read it, I'd love to hear if it has changed your idea of what the silos look like, it certainly changed mine!

Awarded 5 out of 5



Life in a Rut, Love Not Included by J.D. Hollyfield
Contemporary Romance

Having it all isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. 

When Sarah Sullivan’s perfect life blows up in front of her, she finds herself crawling back to the one place she never saw herself returning: Home.

At thirty-one, Sarah had it all. Perfect job, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. When all that is taken away from her, she is left heartbroken and angry and desperate enough to let her life swallow her whole…for a while.

Fending off love and the pursuit of happiness completely, Sarah vows to pick up the pieces of her shattered life. She creates a list of goals for herself—starting with a much needed shower—and constructs a plan to dig herself out of her rut. What she doesn’t plan for is meeting the arrogant new employee her parents have hired to work on an addition to their home. Enter Jack Calloway, the handsome, charming, lickable foreman with an insatiable effect on Sarah’s girly parts.

Jack accepts the job, but gets more than he bargained for. Unable to ignore his racing hormones—and calm his temper—over the obnoxious woman who clouds his judgment, Jack pulls her in and steals her heart until she finally surrenders. But is he up for the challenge of picking up the pieces of Sarah’s broken heart? Can he carry her out of her rut?


About J.D. Hollyfield

Creative designer, mother, wife, writer, part time superhero...

J.D Hollyfield currently resides in the Midwest with her husband, son and three doxies. As a Creative Designer by day, she enjoys spending her spare time with her nose in a good book. This obsession inspired her to test out her own creative ability. With her love for romance books and a head full of book boyfriends, this encouraged her to bring her own story to life and create her first novel. 

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Friday, 29 August 2014

BLOG TOUR - Before He Was Gone by Becky Wicks

Welcome to the Blog Tour 
for Becky Wick's 
Before He Was Gone

Find out more about this fantastic new read plus enter the great giveaway and read my review!

Before He Was Gone by Becky Wicks
(Starstruck #2)
Publication date: 25th August 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance


Sometimes, you have to get lost to find yourself…

When her rock star boyfriend breaks things off out of the blue, Alyssa applies to hit reality TV show Deserted and to her shock she gets through. Abandoned on a remote island with a bunch of strangers and none of the luxuries she’s become accustomed to, it’s not long before an undeniable attraction to the mysterious Joshua starts complicating things even further.

Joshua’s different to everyone she’s ever known – a traveller, a man with no plan, a world away from the celebrity life she’s left behind. As a series of challenges test their wits and weaknesses, things start heating up in paradise, but in a game designed to break people down, it soon becomes clear that Joshua is hiding a painful secret – one he won’t risk anyone finding out.

Struggling to know where she belongs, Alyssa will have to choose – a life she once loved that wants her back, or a brand new reality that heartbreakingly may just have its limits.

“Becky does it again, delivering a searingly hot, emotionally intense and brilliantly written book. I loved it.” – Sarah Alderson (author of Hunting Lila, Fated, The Sound)
Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and mature situations. Not intended for young adult readers.


First of all before I give you my review I want to say that this book made me extremely sentimental for a tv show I watched many years ago called Survivor which was cancelled here in the UK but I believe still lives on in other countries throughout the world, it was awesome I loved it and Before He Was Gone just brought it all back to me!

Anyway back to business, its dark, gloomy and I have a streaming cold whilst I write this review and the beautiful sunshiney (if that is indeed a word) cover with it gorgeous tropical setting just makes me want to dive right in!

Now this will be a short review because Before He Was Gone is a gorgeous book which just begs to be read so I will give you my best teaser!

So the story is all about Alyssa and Joshua.....

Alyssa starts off extremely badly, she is dumped by her extremely hot musician boyfriend Sebastien (V hot!) knowing she will be publicly mocked as their relationship is/was all over the gossips mags she applies to Deserted a tv show where the contestants are literally abandoned and left to face challenges, to use their brains to survive whilst being constantly watched by the cameras, of course not all of the contestants are really built for this challenge but they all have their own reasons for being there. 

Alyssa meets many new people but the mysterious Joshua stands out, he is not like anyone she has met before, she is attracted to him and the feeling seems to be mutual.

As the show continues, friendships are forged and choices in some cases need to be made, Alyssa and Joshua have amazing chemistry but will they act upon it, and who will be the winner of Deserted?

Becky does a marvellous job of bringing her characters to life, you know as soon as you start reading that this is going to be a great read, her characters are not flat on the page they pop out (in some cases I wish they did!) of the page and you feel yourself immersed in the story.

Awarded 4 out of 5



Becky Wicks lives in Bali and scribbles books, and she’s mostly powered by coffee. Her first book in the Starstruck Series, Before He Was Famous recently reached #1 in Amazon’s Coming of Age and New Adult & College categories, and her three travel books, published by HarperCollins are online to make feet nice and itchy. Mostly though, she loves to write love stories. She blogs most days at and always welcomes distractions on Twitter @bex_wicks. Especially if you have photos of cats.

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--50$ Amazon gift card
--A character named after the winner in book 3 - Before He Was a Secret


Thursday, 28 August 2014

RELEASE DAY - Guardian by Courtney Cole **GIVEAWAY**

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We are absolutely over the moon excited about the Release Day Launch for Courtney Cole's GUARDIAN!!! 

GUARDIAN is a YA Paranormal Romance, and a book close to Courtney’s heart

Not only is this fabulous book back in a big way, it's Courtney's birthday! 

To celebrate all of the awesome she is making a few select titles only .99 TODAY ONLY! Grab them all and thank us later.


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GUARDIAN Synopsis: Sometimes, things that go bump in the night are real. My name is Whitney Lane. I’m sixteen years old and at first, I thought I was crazy. I kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but whenever I looked, there was never anything there. Until one day, there was. Our world isn’t what we think. There are things around us, good things, bad things, scary things. Things that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are. They’re very real, and they’re terrifying. I’ve been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what is supposed to be love, but isn’t. I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true. There’s only one thing I know for sure. Nothing is what it seems.

Guardian Available now  

Sometimes the things that go bump in the night are real. 
Happy birthday to me.  I close my eyes and burrow into my pillow as I try to sleep, as I try to escape this life. It’s a life I never thought I’d have, a life I most certainly don’t want. I’m still feeling sorry for myself as the blackness of sleep finally overtakes me. I don’t know what time it is when I shoot straight upward like a rocket.  Something had yanked me from the oblivion of sleep, something loud and shrill scraping my window. My room is completely dark and I glanceat my clock in confusion. 3:00 a.m. As my heart pounds hard against my ribcage, I quickly scan every corner of the room. In the last few hours, dark shadows had migrated onto my pink walls, but they’re familiar, nothing out of the ordinary, although in the night, they seem twisted and scary. I remain motionless as I allow the sleep-induced fog to clear from my brain. As I sit, I feel common sense and logic slowly returning. Of course nothing had touched my window because my bedroom is on the second floor. Nothing can reach it.  And there are no trees near enough to brush against it.  It was just a dream. It was only a dream. I chant it silently to myself like a mantra as I consciously slow my breathing down, hoping that my racing pulse will soon follow. It was only a dream. But just as I’m calming down, I hear it again. A high-pitched shrill shriek, reminiscent of fingernails on a chalkboard, scraping down my window. I gasp and pull my feet up to my chest, which is when I notice the temperature. I notice because I can see my breath. Timidly, I blow a puff out again, watching the way my breath turns white in the air. Holy crap.  Oh my God.  What the hell? The sound stops and stillness surrounds me once again, the silence so loud that it echoes in my ear. Nothing moves around me, the shadows are perfectly still as they twist across my wall.  They look like mangled fingers and arms and legs, but they don’t move. My legs are weak and shaking, but I know I have to move.   I have to move off my bed because it feels like something is under it.  Something terrifying. With a leap, I bound across the room, my feet hitting the floor several feet away from the edge of my bed. The floor is ice cold, as though it had been covered in a blanket of snow. I’m trembling as I race to the far wall and check the thermostat.  Because that’s the only explanation.  I must’ve bumped it earlier, I must’ve turned the AC way down. But the luminous numbers stare at me in contradiction. 74 degrees. It must be broken.  It has to be broken. My breath is coming in pants now, terrified, anxious pants. My fear isn’t logical.  I know there’s nothing here.  I’m the only one in this room. Or am I? The air seems to push at me from all around, something dark, something heavy, something real.  Something unseen. My fingers shake, my legs tremble, and then all of a sudden, they can no longer support my weight.  I go down like a pile of bricks, collapsing onto the floor.  I lie still because I can’t move, because something seems to sit on my chest, holding me down. The shadows start to move, to slither across the walls, to reach and pull and dance. I struggle to focus, to see what it is. But all I can see are the numbers on the thermostat suddenly moving, rapidly counting down from 74 to 20. Twenty degrees? The air is frigid as I suck it in, as I try to pull the ice crystals into my mouth so I can breathe. All of a sudden, there’s a blackness in front of me.  It hovers over me, a shapeless mass, sucking in the cells of the air, the atoms and the molecules.  It’s darker than the blackness of my room, blacker than the blackest black. Something is here. With me.  “Dad?” I whisper in a white puff.  Because what else could it be? I reach out a finger to touch it, and then I can’t see anything else, because the darkness of it surrounds me, bleeding into everything else, even my vision.   The shriek is back, screaming into my ears, bleeding into my brain. Then there’s nothing.

 To celebrate the release of GUARDIAN and Courtney's birthday the following books are on sale for .99, today only!
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ABOUT COURTNEY COLE: Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people. Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.    


REVIEW - Blame it on the Fame by Tracie Banister

A power-trippin’ bitch, a has-been, a skanky ex-model, a press-shy indie queen, and a British stage actress no one knows – that’s how the Best Actress hopefuls in this year’s too-close-to-call Oscar race cattily describe each other. Which of them will win the much-coveted gold statue and what price will they be forced to pay as they travel the red carpeted-path to Hollywood glory? 

Amidst all the press-schmoozing and angsting over which designer gown to wear, these Oscar contenders feud, commiserate, and face a succession of personal crises – scandalous secrets come to light, marriages implode, accidents land two nominees in the hospital while another receives news that could derail her career, all culminating on Tinsel Town’s biggest night when anything can happen, and does. 

Blame it on the Fame is a raucous read, it follows 5 women each extremely different and how their lives change following their Oscar nomination for Best Actress.

We have Danielle, a mega star actress who gives the impression of being a caring sharing mother but actually is a bit of a schemy bitch!

We have Phillipa an English theatre actress who is trying to avoid her Lothario of an ex Miles who is also nominated for Best Actor.

Next is Anaya, a gorgeous black ex model living the high life to the max who thinks an awful lot of herself.

Followed by Jordan, an actress from a illustrious Hollywood family who wants to shy away from the trappings of fame.

And finally Laurel a star whose light has been dimmed thrust back in to the limelight in her later years.

All of these women are up for this massive award and the world is looking at them whilst they are looking at themselves, Blame it on the fame follows all five of them in the lead up to the film industries most important night as they bitch, moan, party, partake in illegal substances, have lots of sex (not necessarily with the right people), eat horrific healthy food, exercise and act like diva's all to get that gold statuette.

Blame it on the Fame is a riotous, funny and touching read, plus it truly is spot on with it's film industry references, if you like your authors to give you ballsy, bitchy, funny, strong female characters then this will be for you!

And as for who won the Best Actress award well the winner was........

Blame it on the Fame awarded 4 out of 5


REVIEW - In The Shadow of the Mosquito Constellation by Jennifer Ellis

I received a copy in exchange for an honest review

First of all the one thing I must point out to you is the cover of this book, I am sucker for stars and this cover is just beautiful, however does a gorgeous cover mean whats inside is the same?

Thankfully in the case of In the Shadows of the Mosquito Constellation the answer is yes, the setting is a rural farm, a pocket of calm of in a world that has fallen apart due to economic collapse.  This book has no zombies, no nuclear apocalypse, no zooming off to other planets, it has families trying to survive using the skills they have in an uncertain world.

Natalie and Richard years previously bought their farm working on it at every given opportunity to make it habitable and able to be self-sustaining, when the economy goes pear shape they leave their old lives behind and move to the farm along with the children, relatives and close friends.

Richard was one of these characters you just want to slap, he had zero respect for his wife and I felt he was just procrastinating his way through life till a better offer comes up, his brother Daniel is the total opposite, hardworking, brooding and the object of Natalie's desires which of course she knows is wrong since he is her brother in law.

Natalie is very much a set upon woman, she has zero respect from Richard and the rest of their small community look to her to get things sorted but when raiders start attacking their safe haven the security of what they have built is in doubt.

With dwindling medical supplies Natalie and Daniel set out to look for more with no idea of what is out there whilst Richard goes to find out where these raiders are coming from this leads to confrontation and some new additions to the camp but can the camp sustain the newcomers and do the residents want to help them in the first place?

Natalie and Richard's marriage is falling apart before her eyes whilst this is all going on, he is blissfully unaware but she finds herself more and more drawn to Daniel and when power hungry Richard gets the opportunity to visit the government you can see her praying that he doesn't come back, does he?

Well you will need to read for yourself, this story is beautifully written and like I said there are no zombies or anything like that just desperate people during a desperate time and when you have family to protect you will do everything in your power to protect them.

Awarded 4 out of 5


Wednesday, 27 August 2014

REVIEW - Red Rising by Pierce Brown

Thank you to Bookbridgr for sending me a copy in exchange for an honest review

So I am not enjoying writing this review, why? Because it means I have finished reading this awesome book and am now in the horrible process of waiting on the second book, AAAAARGH!!

Ok hissy fit over, this book with its deadly red cover and amazing credentials all over it, mentions of the Hunger Games, Game of Thrones etc and you know what?, they are all well deserved its like the Katniss and co have been shot in to space, landed on Mars, given birth to the Game of Thrones whilst feasting on a bit of Blade Runner with a dash of Tolkien and Orwell, have I gone over the top in my description? 


I love this book, I would have read it in one sitting if life didn't get in the way (my pesky kids!).  It is set upon our red neighbour Mars, we meet Darrow a young miner deep under the surface of the planet, he is mining a precious element used to terraform planets and his job is extremely important but he is also the lowest of the low.  Mars has a class system and Darrow is a Red, the Reds are bottom of the list carrying out all the horrible tasks the highers classes wont do. 

Darrow knows no difference he continues in his work until following a heartbreaking tragedy (cue tears from me) he discovers that his life has been full of lies, he has always been told there is nothing on the surface of the red planet, so needless to say the discovery of a vast population living up top in cities living life to the max comes as a shock but with that shock comes vengeance.

The population up top is also sorted by the class system and the rulers are the Golds, selfish, beautiful, cruel they are horrible and they are responsible for the Reds being kept in the dark, Darrow is given the chance of revenge by a shadowy rebel group but it comes at a painful cost, he will need to disguise himself as a Gold and it is not a simple case of dying his hair and popping in coloured contact lenses, he is literally redesigned, his entire body is carved so it is a perfect Gold specimen, the description of this happening is truly painful, you truly feel for Darrow and his quest to infiltrate the Golds.

The rebels want him to attend The Institute a school which sorts out the weaker Golds from the superior ones.  Darrow needs to seamlessly blend in, to become one of the people he truly hates, to make them believe he is one of them. 

He succeeds but he has to endure The Passage, a bloody ordeal where the Gold's sort out their weaklings and wage war against one another, the students are put in to houses, Darrow is House Mars and they all battle against one another in a terrifying war that test these teenagers to their limits, Darrow discovers who is the cruelest, the kindest, the most intelligent and so on but he also finds himself thinking of these Gold's as brothers and sisters as his time in The Institute goes on, is he losing sight of his original mission and becoming a Gold?

Well you will need to read and find out, the one thing that made me think this book would be good is a map, all of my favourite books have maps (Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings) and I constantly found myself referring to it as Darrow and his fellow Golds moved across their battleground.

I really did feel bereft when I finished this book, I love it when a book can truly blow you away like that, I know that pitting teenagers against one another is hardly a new idea but the setting on Mars along with the class system and language they use makes this an extremely compelling read.

I cannot wait to read more about Darrow, I want to discover more about the planet he is living on and obviously knowing what happens at the end of this book I need to know if he completes his mission.

Red Rising is one book you need to add to your bookshelf now, it makes The Hunger Games look tame and I guarantee you will love it.

Red Rising is awarded 5 out 5


BLOG TOUR - The Mill River Redemption by Darcie Chan

Thank you to the Little Brown Book Group for providing me with a copy in exchange for an honest review

 I had heard wonderful things about this books predecessor The Mill River Recluse and when I was offered the chance to review The Mill River Redemption I happily accepted.

This story revolves around the DiSanti family, Josie and her two daughters Rose and Emily who at the start of the book arrive in the town of Mill River to escape from the city following a devastating fire that claimed the life of Josie's much loved husband, they move in with Josie's Aunt Ivy who she barely knows but this wonderful woman is a godsend and helps the young family get back on their feet.

The book flits backwards and forwards in time, and when it flits forwards you meet Rose and Emily years later mourning the death of Josie, the two sisters who were so close when we first met them now can't seem to stand the sight of each other.

Rose is a trophy wife with a rich husband and a young son, Emily is quite bohemian flitting from city to city trying to lay down her roots, neither of them is prepared for what is about to be revealed in their mothers wishes, she wants them to move back to Mill River, live in houses next door to one another, in each house is a clue to the location of Josie's safety deposit box which contains details about their inheritance.  The only way they are getting their hands on this box is to work together.  But is this something these two sisters who truly cannot stand one another manage? Can they pull together to honour their mothers final wishes?

The Mill River Redemption is a charming story, the setting is the perfect American town, the kind I would love to up sticks and move to! The family of Josie and her girls are beautifully written, Josie during the flashbacks turns from being shell shocked widow to becoming resourceful and driven as she strikes out to build a career to look after her children, also during the flash backs we find out why the sisters relationship has turned toxic and one of the sisters in particular is still in denial about a problem she really needs to seek help for.

The ending is good and (no spoilers!!) is a total major twist in the story!

It is the perfect blend of family drama, love and overcoming ones demons with a dash of forgiveness thrown in.

Awarded 4 out of 5

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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

RELEASE DAY - I Want It That Way by Ann Aguirre ** GIVEAWAY **

We are absolutely thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Ann Aguirre's I WANT IT THAT WAY! 

I WANT IT THAT WAY is a New Adult contemporary romance and is the first book in the 2B Trilogy Series, published by Harlequin HQN

We are already in love with this series and Ann's characters! Read the excerpt, then go grab your copy today!!

I Want It That Way

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  I WANT IT THAT WAY Synopsis: Nadia Conrad has big dreams, and she’s determined to make them come true. But between maintaining her college scholarship and working at the local day care to support herself, dating’s the last thing on her mind. Then she moves into a new apartment and meets the taciturn yet irresistible guy in 1B…. Daniel Tyler has grown up too fast. Becoming a single dad at twenty turned his life upside down—and brought him heartache he can’t risk again. Now, as he raises his four-year-old son while balancing a full-time construction management job and night classes, the last thing he wants is noisy students living in the apartment upstairs. But one night, Nadia’s and Ty’s paths cross, and soon they can’t stay away from each other. The timing is all wrong—but love happens when it happens. And you can’t know what you truly need until you stand to lose it.

"A tender, sweet, and sexy story about how life—and falling in love—can never be planned." —Jennifer L. Armentrout, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait for You IWITW Teaser

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EXCERPT: “Where are you from?” Ah, an actual question. That means I can ask one back. “Nebraska, toward the South Dakota and Wyoming side, if that helps.” “I’ve never met anyone from there.” Michigan was a long way from home. “I usually get ‘not in Nebraska anymore’ jokes, and then I have to decide if I’m going to remind them that’s Kansas or play along.” “What do you usually do?” “Play along.” “You don’t like conflict, huh?” He sounded normal tonight, as if talking to me wasn’t an unpleasant chore anymore. That was a relief since I’d come to look forward to these moments with him so much. More, maybe, than I’d like to admit.Right. Friends. I distracted myself by considering his question. “Not if it can be avoided. I’m not what you’d call pugnacious, no. But I like to think I don’t back off important issues. What about you?” “No.” His voice was bleak and quiet. “I don’t. Even when I should.” Wow, that took a dark turn. If I could’ve jumped onto his patio without breaking an ankle or waking Sam, I’d have been down there like a shot. The distance between us seemed intolerable, and from the knot in my throat, I didn’t see how I could live another second without touching him, finding out if his hair was as soft as it looked or what he smelled like. I wanted him in a way I never had before. In high school, I had a boyfriend who played basketball, and we broke up when I left the state. It was a rational decision, and I didn’t miss him that much once I was gone. My freshman year, I went out with a lot of different guys, one date here, two dates there, but I never clicked with anyone enough to focus on them. Sometimes there were hookups with no strings, no expectations. Classes, friends and work seemed a lot more important. The intensity of this attraction was foreign and frightening, if exhilarating. I might already be backing off if I had the faintest sense that Ty was jerking me around on purpose. Wish he didn’t make me feel this way. It’d be so much simpler if I could friend-zone him. I realized I still hadn’t touched his verbal grenade. “We all have things we’d do differently in hindsight.” “What is it about you?” he asked in a wondering tone. “Huh?” “You make me…better. Calmer.” “Like a sedative?” I snickered. It was the least sexy thing a guy had ever said to me, including a junior high squeeze who said my face wasn’t actually that bad. He laughed, too, a sheepish sound. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just…I’m worried pretty much all the time that I’m dropping the ball somewhere, about to face-plant, but when I come out here and hear your voice, everything backs off like ten steps. I can breathe again.”

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About Ann Aguirre: Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and RITA winner with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. Ann likes books, emo music, action movies, and she writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens, published with Harlequin, Macmillan, and Penguin, among others.      

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Monday, 25 August 2014

BLOG TOUR - Rival by Penelope Douglas

Welcome to the Blog Tour for Rival by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Penelope Douglas

“We both grab at each other. He pulls me hard against him, and 

his mouth is all over mine. This isn’t like when Nate kissed me 

downstairs. Madoc feels real. Like nothing is planned. Everything is 

coming from his gut. This feels right.”

Madoc and Fallon. Two estranged teenagers playing games that push the boundaries between love and war

She's back.

For the three years she's been away at boarding school, there was no word from her. Back when we lived in the same house, she used to cut me down during the day and then leave her door open for me at night.

I was stupid then, but now I'm ready to beat her at her own game . . .

I'm back.

Three years and I can tell he still wants me, even if he acts like he's better than me.

But I won't be scared away. Or pushed down. I'll call his bluff and fight back. That's what he wants, right? As long as I keep my guard up, he'll never know how much he affects me . . .

There is a lot of love for the Fall Away series, I enjoyed this book but I think it would have helped me to have read the other books in this series to understand all the characters in Rival, however it is a good young adult read, Fans of the likes of Colleen Hoover and Abbi Glines will just adore this series.

The story revolves around Madoc and Fallon, step siblings with a very much love hate relationship which after several years apart has deteriorated, total polar opposites she is very much an emo kid where he is just your typical young guy.

They have a past which is very much coming back to haunt them, a past where they were very much involved with one another and Rival deals with how they cope with the fact that they still have feelings for one another and no matter how much they resist, they keep coming back to one another but their path is not going to be a a smooth one, they have lots of bumps in the road ahead - but you know me no spoilers!

This is an extremely sexy contemporary young adult novel , it has amazing chemistry, strong characters, jealousy and a whole lot of angst, I hope you enjoy it!

4 Stars!

Rival by Penelope Douglas (Piatkus) is now available as an eBook

Thank you to Piatkus for providing me with a copy

Praise for the Fall Away Series

‘I read this book in one sitting. Rival was as gripping as it was sexy!’

#1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover

‘Full of feeling and intensity that will appeal to the reader seeking an emotional rush’


‘I was really craving a book that would make me stop everything I was supposed to be doing and devour every word . . . and that's exactly what Bully did!’

Smitten Book Blog

‘A unique twist on the bad boy meets good girl tale. I could not put it down!’

Aestas Book Blog

‘She did something seasoned writers haven't been able to do - take a hero who was a complete ass and make me fall in love with him’

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BLOG TOUR - Heroes Are My Weakness by Susan Elizabeth Phillips **GIVEAWAY**

 New York Times bestselling author Susan Elizabeth Phillips 
is back with a delightful novel filled with her sassy wit and dazzling charm

Find out more below about Heroes Are My Weakness, read an excerpt, enter the giveaway and find out what I thought about this new release!

The dead of winter.

An isolated island off the coast of Maine.

A man.

A woman.

A sinister house looming over the sea ...

He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.

But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.

It's going to be a long, hot winter.

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When I read chapter one (which you can enjoy below) I really had no idea what this novel had in store for me, the setting sounded perfect, a desolate island blanketed by an icy winter but then  all of a sudden some puppets make themselves known, at this point I was a little bit "what the hell is going on?" but I was intrigued, why was our leading lady Annie driving through a remote island to an even remoter cottage by the sea with puppets?

Annie has left her city life behind for a couple of months to live in Moonraker Cottage, the house her late mother stayed in, a house that holds memories both good and bad but on her arrival she discovers that the house is not ready for her, the caretaker has not prepared it for her but she endures the night and in the morning sets of to Harp House the home of late mother's ex-husband and the setting for a less than perfect summer many years ago.

She goes to Harp House expecting to find the elusive caretaker but she finds more than she bargains for in the shape of her childhood foe Theo Harp.

Theo was her first love but he ended up treating her terribly all those summers ago, he has suffered a lot since them, losing those he has loved becoming an almost recluse, writing his novels in the turret of his families old house, he doesn't want Annie here but she ain't going anywhere!

As the two start to put up with each other, spanners are thrown in the works with Annie's cottage being broken in to, this is just the start of a hate campaign by faceless cowards, she is not easily scared but Theo starts to feel protective and the worse things get the more he realises that they have both changed over the years, feelings that both of them hadn't expected come to the boil.

So where do puppets come in to it then? Well Annie is a struggling actress but due to a lack of jobs she successfully puts on puppets shows that deal with combating problems such as bullying, her puppets are like family to her, amazingly the whole puppet thing fits in really well especially when dealing with a mute child, the daughter of Theo's housekeeper.

Heroes Are My Weakness is actually nothing like I thought it was going to be, it was actually ten times better, it was funny, it was sad, it was sexy and romantic, the two main characters of Theo and Annie had superb chemistry and with the stunning backdrop of the island, the story just flows like a dream, add in some back story, some wonderful locals and some expert cooking and you have a fantastic tale.

Awarded 5 out of 5

Thank you to the publisher for providing me with a copy in exchange for an honest review

Read Chapter One!

Annie didn’t usually talk to her suitcase, but she wasn’t exactly herself these days. The high beams of her headlights could barely penetrate the dark, swirling chaos of the winter blizzard, and the windshield wipers on her ancient Kia were no match for the wrath of the storm that had hit the island. “It’s only a little snow,” she told the oversize red suitcase wedged into the passenger seat. “Just because it feels like the end of the world doesn’t mean it is.”
You know I hate the cold, her suitcase replied, in the annoying whine of a child who preferred making a point by stamping her foot. How could you bring me to this awful place?
Because Annie had run out of options.
An icy blast rocked the car, and the branches of the old fir trees hovering over the unpaved road whipped like witches’ hair. Annie decided that anybody who believed in hell as a fiery furnace had it all wrong. Hell was this bleak, hostile winter island.
You’ve never heard of Miami Beach? Crumpet, the spoiled princess in the suitcase retorted. Instead you had to haul us off to a deserted island in the middle of the North Atlantic where we’ll probably get eaten by polar bears!
The gears ground as the Kia struggled up the narrow, slippery island road. Annie’s head ached, her ribs hurt from coughing, and the simple act of craning her neck to peer through a clear spot on the windshield made her dizzy. She was alone in the world with only the imaginary voices of her ventriloquist dummies anchoring her to reality. As sick as she was, she didn’t miss the irony.
She conjured up the more calming voice of Crumpet’s counterpart, the practical Dilly, who was tucked away in the matching red suitcase in the backseat. We’re not the middle of the Atlantic, sensible Dilly said. We’re on an island ten miles off the New England coast, and the last I heard, Maine doesn’t have polar bears. Besides, Peregrine Island isn’t deserted.
It might as well be. If Crumpet had been on Annie’s arm, she would have shot her small nose up in the air. People barely survive here in the middle of the summer let alone winter. I bet they eat their dead for food.
The car fishtailed ever so slightly. Annie corrected the skid, gripping the wheel more tightly through her gloves. The heater barely worked, but she’d begun to perspire under her jacket.
You mustn’t keep complaining, Crumpet, Dilly admonished her peevish counterpart. Peregrine Island is a popular summer resort.
It’s not summer! Crumpet countered. It’s the first week of February, we just drove off a car ferry that made me seasick, and there can’t be more than fifty people left here. Fifty stupid people!
You know Annie had no choice but to come here, Dilly said.
Because she’s a big failure, an unpleasant male voice sneered.
Leo had a bad habit of uttering Annie’s deepest fears, and it was inevitable that he’d intrude into her thoughts. He was her least favorite puppet, but every story needed a villain.
Very unkind, Leo, Dilly said. Even if it is true.
The petulant Crumpet continued to complain. You’re the heroine, Dilly, so everything always turns out fine for you. But not for the rest of us. Not ever. We’re doomed! Doomed, I say! We’re forever¾
Annie’s cough cut off the internal histrionics of her puppet. Sooner or later her body would heal from the lingering aftereffects of pneumonia¾at least she hoped so¾but what about the rest of her? She’d lost faith in herself, lost the sense that, at thirty-three, her best days still lay ahead. She was physically weak, emotionally empty, and more than a little terrified, hardly the best state for someone forced to spend the next two months on an isolated Maine island.
That’s only sixty days, Dilly attempted to point out. Besides, Annie, you don’t have anywhere else to go.
And there it was. The ugly truth. Annie had nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do but search for the legacy her mother might or might not have left her.
The Kia hit a snow-packed rut, and the seat belt seized up. The pressure on Annie’s chest made her cough again. If only she could have stayed in the village for the night, but the Island Inn was closed until May. Not that she could have afforded it anyway.
The car barely crested the hill. She had years of practice transporting her puppets through every kind of weather to perform all over the state, but even a decent snow driver had limited control on a road like this, especially in her Kia. There was a reason the residents of Peregrine Island drove pickups.
Take it slow, another male voice advised from the suitcase in the back. Slow and steady wins the race. Peter, her hero puppet¾her knight in shining armor¾was a voice of encouragement, unlike her former actor-boyfriend-slash-lover, who’d only encouraged himself.
Annie brought the car to a full stop then started her slow descent. Halfway down, it happened.
The apparition came from nowhere.
A man clad in black flew across the bottom of the road on a midnight horse. She’d always had a vivid imagination¾witness her internal conversations with her puppets¾and she thought she was imagining this. But the vision was real. Horse and rider racing through the snow, the man leaning low over the horse’s mane streaming. They were demon creatures, a nightmare horse and lunatic man galloping into the storm’s fury.
They disappeared as quickly as they’d appeared, but her foot automatically hit the brake, and the car began to slide. It skidded across the road and,with a sickening lurch, came to a stop in the snow-filled ditch.
You’re such a loser, Leo the villain sneered.
Tears of exhaustion filled her eyes. Her hands shook. Were the man and horse indeed real or had she conjured them? She needed to focus. She put the car into reverse and attempted to rock it out, but the tires only spun deeper. Her head fell against the back of the seat. If she stayed here long enough, someone would find her. But when? Only the cottage and the main house lay at the end of this road.
She tried to think. Her single contact on the island was the man who took care of the main house and the cottage, but she’d only had an e-mail address to let him know she was arriving and ask him to turn on the cottage’s utilities. Even if she had his phone number¾Will Shaw¾that was his name¾she doubted she could get cell reception out here.
Loser. Leo never spoke in an ordinary voice. He only sneered.
Annie grabbed a tissue from a crumpled pack, but instead of thinking about her dilemma, she thought about the horse and rider. What kind of a crazy took an animal out in this weather? She squeezed her eyes shut and fought a wave of nausea. If only she could curl up and go to sleep. Would it be so terrible to admit that life had gotten the best of her?
Stop it right now, sensible Dilly said.
Annie’s head pounded. She had to find Shaw and get him to pull out the car.
Never mind Shaw, Peter the hero declared. I’ll do it myself.
Buy Peter¾like her ex-boyfriend¾was only good in a fictional crisis.
The cottage was about a mile away, an easy distance for a healthy person in decent weather. But the weather was horrible, and nothing about her was healthy.
Give up, Leo sneered. You know you want to.
Stop being such a douche, Leo. This voice came from Scamp, Dilly’s best friend and Annie’s alter ego. Even though Scamp was responsible for many of the scrapes the puppets got into¾scrapes heroine Dilly and hero Peter had to sort out¾Annie loved her courage and big heart.
Pull yourself together, Scamp ordered. Get out of the car.
Annie wanted to tell her to go to hell, but what was the point? She pushed her flyaway hair inside the collar of her quilted jacket and zipped it. Her knit gloves had a hole in the thumb, and the door handle was icy against her exposed skin. She made herself open it.
The cold slapped her in the face and stole her breath. She had to force her legs out. Her beat-up brown suede city boots sank into the snow, and her jeans were no match for the weather. Ducking her head into the wind, she made her way to the rear of the car to get her heavy coat, only to see that the trunk was wedged so tightly into the hillside that she couldn’t open it. Why should she be surprised? Nothing had gone her way in so long that she’d forgotten what good fortune felt like.
She returned to the driver’s side. Her puppets should be safe in the car overnight, but what if they weren’t? She needed them. They were all she had left, and if she lost them, she might disappear altogether.
Pathetic, Leo sneered.
She wanted to rip him apart.
Babe… You need me more than I need you, he reminded her. Without me, you don’t have a show.
She shut him out. Breathing hard, she pulled the suitcases from the car, retrieved her keys, snapped off the headlights, and closed the door.
She was immediately plunged into thick, swirling darkness. Panic clawed at her chest.
I will rescue you! Peter declared.
Annie gripped the suitcase handles tighter, trying not to let her panic paralyze her.
I can’t see anything! Crumpet squealed. I hate the dark!
Annie had no handy flashlight app on her ancient cell phone, but she did have… She set a suitcase in the snow and dug in her pocket for her car keys and the small LED light attached to the ring. She hadn’t tried to use the light in months, and she didn’t know if it still worked. With her heart in her throat, she turned it on.
A sliver of bright blue light cut a tiny path through the snow, a path so narrow she could easily wander off the road.
Get a grip, Scamp ordered.
Give up, Leo sneered.
Annie took her first steps into the snow. The wind cut through her thin jacket and tore at her hair, whipping the curly strands onto her face. Snow slapped the back of her neck, and she started to cough. Pain compressed her ribs, and the suitcases banged against her legs. Much too soon, she had to set them down to rest her arms.
She hunched into her jacket collar, trying to protect her lungs from the icy air. Her fingers burned from the cold, and as she moved forward again, she called on her puppets’ imaginary voices to keep her company.
Crumpet: If you drop me and ruin my sparkly lavender dress, I’ll sue.
Peter: I’m the bravest! The strongest! I’ll help you.
Leo: (sneering) Do you know how to do anything right?
Dilly: Don’t listen to Leo. Keep moving. We’ll get there.
And Scamp, her useless alter ego: A woman carrying a suitcase walks into a bar…
Icy tears weighed down her eyelashes, blurring what vision she had. Wind caught the suitcases, threatening to snatch them away. They were too big, too heavy. Pulling her arms from their sockets. Stupid to have brought them with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But she couldn’t leave her puppets.
Each step felt like a mile, and she’d never been so cold. Here she’d thought her luck had begun to change, all because she’d been able to catch the car ferry over from the mainland. It only ran sporadically, unlike the converted lobster boat that provided the island with weekly service. But the farther the ferry traveled from the Maine coastline, the worse the storm had become.
She trudged on, dragging one foot through the snow after the other, arms screaming, lungs burning as she tried not to succumb to another coughing fit. Why hadn’t she put her warm down coat in the car instead of locking it in the trunk? Why hadn’t she done so many things? Find a stable occupation. Be more circumspect with her money. Date decent men.
So much time had passed since she’d been on the island. The road used to stop at the turnoff that led to the cottage and to Harp House. But what if she missed it? Who knew what might have changed since then?
She stumbled and fell to her knees. The keys slipped from her hand and the light went out. She grabbed one of the suitcases for support. She was frozen. Burning up. She gasped for air and frantically felt around in the snow. If she lost her light…
Her fingers were so numb she nearly missed it. When she finally had the flashlight back in her grasp, she turned it on and saw the stand of trees that had always marked the road’s end. She moved the beam to the right, where it fell on the big granite boulder at the turnoff. She hoisted herself back to her feet, lifted the suitcases, and stumbled through the drifts.
Her temporary relief at having found the turnoff faded. Centuries of harsh Maine weather had stripped this terrain of all but the hardiest of spruce, and without a windbreak, the blasts roaring in from the ocean caught the suitcases like spinnakers. She managed to turn her back to the wind’s force without losing either one. She sank one foot and then another, struggling through the tall snowdrifts, dragging the suitcases, and fighting the urge to lie down and let the cold do what it wanted with her.
She’d bowed so far into the wind that she nearly missed it. Only as the corner of a suitcase bumped against a low snow-shrouded stone wall did she realize that she’d reached Moonraker Cottage.
The small, gray-shingled house was nothing more than an amorphous shape beneath the snow. No shoveled pathway, no welcoming lights. The last time she’d been here, the door had been painted cranberry red, but now it was a cold, periwinkle blue. An unnatural mound of snow under the front window covered a pair of old wooden lobster traps, a nod to the house’s origins as a fisherman’s cottage. She hauled herself through the drifts to the door and set the suitcases down. She fumbled with the key in the lock only to remember that island people seldom locked up.
The door blew open. She dragged the suitcases inside and, with the last of her strength, wrestled it shut again. The air wheezed in her lungs. She collapsed on the closest suitcase, her gasps for breath more like sobs.
Eventually she grew conscious of the musty smell of the icy room. Pressing her nose to her sleeve, she fumbled for the light switch. Nothing happened. Either the caretaker hadn’t gotten her e-mail asking him to have the generator working and the small furnace fired up or he’d ignored it. Every frozen part of her throbbed. She dropped her snow-crusted gloves on the small canvas rug that lay just inside the door but didn’t bother to shake the snow from the wild tangle of her hair. Her jeans were frozen to her legs, but she’d have to pull off her boots to remove them, and she was too cold to do that.
But no matter how miserable she was, she had to get her puppets out of their snow-caked suitcases. She located one of the assorted flashlights her mother always kept near the door. Before school and library budgets were slashed, her puppets had provided a steadier livelihood than her failed acting career or her part-time jobs walking dogs and serving drinks at Coffee, Coffee.
Shaking with cold, she cursed the caretaker, who apparently had no qualms about riding a horse through a storm but couldn’t summon the effort to do his real job. It had to have been Shaw riding the horse. No one else lived at this end of the island during the winter. She unzipped the suitcases and pulled out the five dummies. Leaving them in their protective plastic bags, she stowed them temporarily on the sofa, then, flashlight in hand, stumbled across the frigid wood floor.
The interior of Moonraker Cottage bore no resemblance to anyone’s idea of a traditional New England fishing cottage. Instead her mother’s eccentric stamp was everywhere¾from a creepy bowl of small animal skulls to a silver-gilded Louis XIV chest bearing the words pile driver that Mariah had spray-painted across it in black graffiti. Annie preferred a cozier space, but during Mariah’s glory days, when she’d inspired fashion designers and a generation of young artists, both this cottage and her mother’s Manhattan apartment had been featured in upscale decorating magazines.
Those days had ended years ago when Mariah had fallen out of favor in Manhattan’s increasingly younger artistic circles. Wealthy New Yorkers had begun asking others for help compiling their private art collections, and Mariah had been forced to sell off her valuables to support her lifestyle. By the time she’d gotten sick, everything was gone. Everything except something in this cottage¾something that was supposed to be Annie’s mysterious “legacy.”
It’s at the cottage. You’ll have… Plenty of money…” Mariah had said those words in the final hours before she’d died, a period in which she’d been barely lucid.
There isn’t any legacy, Leo sneered. Your mother exaggerated everything.
Maybe if Annie had spent more time on the island she’d know whether Mariah had been telling the truth, but she’d hated it here and hadn’t been back since her twenty-second birthday, eleven years ago.
She shone the flashlight around her mother’s bedroom. A life-size mounted photograph of an elaborately carved Italian wooden headboard served as the actual headboard for the double bed. A pair of wall hangings made of boiled wool and what looked like remnants from a hardware store hung next to the closet door. The closet still smelled of her mother’s signature fragrance, a little-known Japanese men’s cologne that had cost a fortune to import. As Annie breathed in the scent, she wished she could feel the grief a daughter should experience following the loss of a parent only five weeks earlier, but she merely felt depleted.
She waited until she’d located Mariah’s old scarlet woolen cloak and a pair of heavy socks before she got rid of her own clothes. After she’d piled every blanket she could find on her mother’s bed, she climbed under the musty sheets, turned out the flashlight, and went to sleep.
Annie hadn’t thought she’d ever be warm again, but she was sweating when a coughing fit awakened her sometime around two in the morning. Her ribs felt as if they’d been crushed, her head pounded, and her throat was raw. She also had to pee, another setback in a house with no water. When the coughing finally eased, she struggled out from under the blankets. Wrapped in the scarlet cloak, she turned on the flashlight and, grabbing the wall to support herself, made her way to the bathroom.
She kept the flashlight pointed down so she couldn’t see her reflection in the mirror that hung over the old-fashioned sink. She knew what she’d see. A long, pale face shadowed by illness; a sharply pointed chin; big, hazel eyes; and a runaway mane of light brown hair that kinked and curled wherever it wanted. She had a face children liked, but that most men found quirky instead of seductive. Her hair and face came from her unknown father¾“A married man. He wanted nothing to do with you. Dead now, thank God. Her shape came from Mariah: tall, thin, with knobby wrists and elbows, big feet, and long-fingered hands.
To be a successful actress, you need to be either exceptionally beautiful or exceptionally talented,” Mariah had said. “You’re pretty enough, Antoinette, and you’re a talented mimic, but we have to be realistic…”
Your mother wasn’t exactly your cheerleader. Dilly stated the obvious.
I’ll be your cheerleader, Peter proclaimed. I’ll take care of you and love you forever.
Peter’s heroic proclamations usually made Annie smile, but tonight she could think only of the emotional chasm between the men she’d chosen to give her heart to and the fictional heroes she loved.  And the other chasm¾the one between the life she’d imagined for herself and the one she was living.
Despite Mariah’s objections, Annie had gotten her degree in theater arts and spent the next ten years plodding to auditions. She’d done showcases, community theater, and even landed a few character roles in off-off Broadway plays. Too few. Over the past summer, she’d finally faced the truth that Mariah was right. Annie was a better ventriloquist than she’d ever be an actress. Which left her absolutely nowhere.
She found a bottle of ginseng-flavored water that had somehow escaped freezing. It hurt to swallow even a sip. Taking the water with her, she made her way back into the living room. 
Mariah hadn’t been to the cottage since summer, just before her cancer diagnosis, but Annie didn’t see a lot of dust. The caretaker must have done at least part of his job. If only he’d done the rest.
Her dummies lay on the hot pink Victorian sofa. The puppets and her car were all she had left.
Not quite all, Dilly said.
Right. There was the staggering load of debt Annie had no way of repaying, the debt she’d picked up in the last six months of her mother’s life by trying to satisfy Mariah’s every need.
And finally get Mummy’s approval, Leo sneered.
She began removing the puppets’ protective plastic. Each figure was about two and a half feet long, with moveable eyes and mouth and detachable legs. She picked up Peter and slipped her hand under his T-shirt.
How beautiful you are, my darling Dilly,” he said in his most manly voice. “The woman of my dreams.”
And you are the best of men.” Dilly sighed. “Brave and fearless.”
Only in Annie’s imagination,” Scamp said with uncharacteristic rancor. “Otherwise, you’re as useless as her exes.”
There are only two exes, Scamp,” Dilly admonished her friend. “And you really mustn’t take out your bitterness against men on Peter. I’m sure you don’t mean to, but you’re starting to sound like a bully, and you know how we feel about bullies.”
Annie specialized in issue-oriented puppet shows, several of which focused on bullying. She set Peter down and moved Leo off by himself, where he whispered his sneer inside her head. You’re still afraid of me.
Sometimes it felt as if the puppets had minds of their own.
Pulling the scarlet cloak tighter around her, she wandered to the front bay window. The storm had eased and moonlight shone through the panes. She looked out at the stark winter landscape¾the inky shadows of spruce, the bleak sheet of marsh. Then she lifted her gaze.
Harp House loomed above her in the distance, sitting at the very top of a barren cliff. The murky light of a half moon outlined its angular roofs and dramatic turret. Except for a faint yellow light visible from a room high in the turret, the house was dark. The scene reminded her of the covers on the old paperback gothic novels she could still sometimes find in used bookstores. It didn’t take much imagination for her to envision a barefoot heroine fleeing that ghostly house in nothing more than a filmy negligee, the menacing turret light glowing behind her. Those books were quaint compared to today’s erotically charged vampires, werewolves, and shape-shifters, but she’d always loved them. They’d nourished her daydreams.
Above the jagged roofline of Harp House, storm clouds raced across the moon, their journey as wild as the flight of the horse and rider who’d charged across the road. Her skin turned to gooseflesh, not from the cold but from her own imagination. She turned away from the window and glanced over at Leo.
Heavy lidded eyes… Thin-lipped sneer… The perfect villain. She could have avoided so much pain if she hadn’t romanticized those brooding men she’d fallen in love with, imagining them as fantasy heroes instead of realizing one was a cheater and the other a narcissist. Leo, however, was a different story. She’d created him herself out of cloth and yarn. She controlled him.
That’s what you think, he whispered.
She shivered and retreated to the bedroom. But even as she slipped back under the covers, she couldn’t shake off the dark vision of the house on the cliff.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…
She wasn’t hungry when she awakened the next morning, but she made herself eat a handful of stale granola. The cottage was frigid, the day gloomy, and all she wanted to do was go back to bed. But she couldn’t live in the cottage without heat or running water, and the more she thought about her absent caretaker, the angrier she grew. She dug out the only phone number she had, one for the island’s combination town hall, post office, and library, but although her phone was charged, she couldn’t get a signal. She sank down on the pink velvet couch and dropped her head in her hands. She had to go after Will Shaw herself, and that meant making the climb to Harp House. Back to the place she’d sworn she’d never again go near.
She pulled on as many layers of warm clothes as she could find, then wrapped herself in her mother’s red cloak and knotted an ancient Herm├Ęs scarf under her chin. Summoning all her energy and willpower, she set out. The day was as gray as her future, the salt air frigid, and the distance between the cottage and the house at the top of the cliff insurmountable.
I’ll carry you every step of the way, Peter announced.
Scamp blew him a raspberry.
It was low tide, but the icy rocks along the shoreline were too hazardous to walk along at this time of year, so she had to take the longer route around the saltwater marsh. But it wasn’t just the distance that filled her with dread.
Dilly tried to give her courage. It’s been eighteen years since you made the climb to Harp House. The ghosts and goblins are long gone.
Annie pressed the edge of the cloak over her nose and mouth.
Don’t worry, Peter said. I’ll watch out for you.
Peter and Dilly were doing their jobs. They were the ones responsible for untangling Scamp’s scrapes and stepping in when Leo bullied. They were the ones who delivered antidrug messages, reminded kids to eat their vegetables, take care of their teeth, and not let anyone touch their private parts.
But it’ll feel so good, Leo sneered, then snickered.
Sometimes she wished she’d never created him, but he was such a perfect villain. He was the bully, the drug pusher, the junk food king, and the stranger who tried to lure children away from playgrounds.
Come with me, little kiddies, and I’ll give you all the candy you want.
Stop it, Annie, Dilly said. No one in the Harp family ever comes to the island until summer. Only the caretaker lives there.
Leo refused to leave Annie alone. I have Skittles, M&M’s, Twizzlers…and reminders of all your failures. How’s that precious acting career working out?
She hunched into her shoulders. She needed to start meditating or practicing yoga, doing something that would teach her to discipline her mind instead of letting it wander wherever it wanted¾or didn’t want¾to go. So what if her acting dreams hadn’t worked out the way she’d wanted.  Kids loved her puppet shows
Her boots crunched in the show. Dead cattails and hollowed reeds poked their battered heads through the frozen crust of the sleeping marsh. In summer, the marsh teemed with life, but now all was bleak, gray, and as quiet as her hopes.
She stopped to rest once again as she neared the bottom of the freshly plowed gravel drive that led up the cliff to Harp House. If Shaw could plow, he could get her car out. She dragged herself on. Before the pneumonia, she could have charged uphill, but by the time she finally reached the top, her lungs were on fire and she’d started to wheeze. Far below, the cottage looked like a neglected toy left to fend for itself against the pounding sea and rugged Maine cliffs. Dragging more fire into her lungs, she made herself lift her head.
Harp House rose before her, silhouetted against the pewter sky. Rooted in granite, exposed to summer squalls and winter gales, it dared the elements to take it down. The island’s other summer homes had been built on the more protected eastern side of the island, but Harp House scorned the easy way. Instead it grew from the rocky western headlands far above the sea, a shingle-sided, forbidding brown wooden fortress with an unwelcoming turret at one end.
Everything was sharp angles: the peaked roofs, shadowed eaves, and foreboding gables. How she’d loved this Gothic gloom when she’d come to live here the summer her mother had married Elliott Harp. She’d imagined herself clad in a mousy gray dress and clutching a portmanteau¾gently born, but penniless and desperate, forced to take the humble position of governess. Chin up and shoulders back, she’d confront the brutish (but exceptionally handsome) master of the house with so much courage that he would eventually fall hopelessly in love with her. They’d marry, and then she’d redecorate.
It hadn’t taken long before the romantic dreams of a homely fifteen-year-old who read too much and experienced too little had met a harsher reality.
Now, the swimming pool was an eerie, empty maw, and the simple sets of wooden stairs that led to the back and side entrances had been replaced with stone steps guarded by gargoyles.
She passed the stable and followed a roughly shoveled path to the back door. Shaw had better be here instead of galloping off on one of Elliott Harp’s horses. She pressed the bell but couldn’t hear it ring inside. The house was too big. She waited, then rang again, but no one answered. The doormat looked as though it had been recently used to stamp off snow. She rapped hard.
The door creaked open.
She was so cold that she stepped into the mudroom without hesitating. Miscellaneous pieces of outerwear, along with assorted mops and brooms, hung from a set of hooks. She rounded the corner that opened into the main kitchen and stopped.
Everything was different. The kitchen no longer held the walnut cabinets and stainless steel appliances she remembered from eighteen years ago. Instead the place looked as though it had been squeezed back through a time warp to the nineteenth century.
The wall between the kitchen and what had once been a breakfast room was gone, leaving the space twice as large as it had once been. High, horizontal windows let in light, but since the windows were now set at least six feet from the floor, only the tallest person could see through them. Rough plaster covered the top half of the walls, while the bottom was faced with four-inch-square once-white tiles, some chipped at the corners, others cracked with age. The floor was old stone, the fireplace a sooty cavern large enough to roast a wild boar…or a man unwise enough to have been caught poaching on his master’s land.
Instead of kitchen cabinets, rough shelves held stoneware bowls and crocks. Tall, freestanding dark wood cupboards rose on each side of a dull black industrial-size AGA stove. A stone farmhouse sink held a messy stack of dirty dishes. Copper stockpots and saucepans¾not shiny and polished, but dented and worn¾hung above a long, scarred wooden prep table designed to chop off chicken heads, butcher mutton chops, or whip up a syllabub for his lordship’s dinner.
The kitchen had to be a renovation, but what kind of renovation regressed two centuries. And why?
Run! Crumpet shrieked. Something’s very wrong here!
Whenever Crumpet got hysterical, Annie counted on Dilly’s no-nonsense manner to provide perspective, but Dilly remained silent, and not even Scamp could come up with a wisecrack.
Mr. Shaw?” Annie’s voice lacked its normal powers of projection.
When there was no reply, she moved deeper into the kitchen, leaving wet tracks on the stone floor. But no way was she taking off her boots. If she had to run, she wasn’t doing it in socks. “Will?”
Not a sound.
She passed the pantry, crossed a narrow back hallway, detoured around the dining room, and stepped through the arched entry into the foyer. Only the dimmest gray light penetrated the six square panes above the front door. The heavy mahogany staircase still led to a landing with a murky stained-glass window, but the staircase carpet was now a depressing maroon instead of the multicolored floral from the past. The furniture bore a dusty film, and a cobweb hung in the corner. The walls had been paneled over in heavy, dark wood, and the seascape paintings had been replaced with gloomy oil portraits of prosperous men and women in nineteenth-century dress, none of whom could possibly have been Elliott Harp’s Irish peasant ancestors. All that was missing to make the entryway even more depressing was a suit of armor and a stuffed raven.
She heard footsteps above her and moved closer to the staircase. “Mr. Shaw? It’s Annie Hewitt. The door was open, so I let myself in.” She looked up. “I’m going to need¾” The words died on her tongue.

The master of the house stood at the top of the stairs.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips soars onto the New York Times bestseller list with every new publication. She’s the only four-time recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Favorite Book of the Year Award. Susan delights fans by touching hearts as well as funny bones with her wonderfully whimsical and modern fairy tales. A resident of the Chicago suburbs, she is also a wife, and mother of two grown sons.

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