My picks for March

Hi all. I have been AWOL for a while and will be for a while longer due to personal issues.  While I won’t be posting much I will try when I can but things are going to be hectic for me until mid April and maybe longer. I will keep up with picks for the month and end of month round ups but beyond that, I can’t promise much right now and hope you can understand.  Drop me a line and let me know which books you are looking forward to in March.

 

Here are the books I’m looking forward to this month.

imageClose Enough to Touch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageThe Weight of the World

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageStrange the Dreamer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crash

End of month roundup February

Here are some other books I have read and enjoyed this month.  While I haven’t posted reviews for these they were still fun and enjoyable books.

imageEgomaniac

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageApocalypticon

This was a wacky fun read!  Totally unbelievable but its such a blast that it sucks you  in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageFake Fiance

A fun,quick romance read that wasn’t just all about sex.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageThe Sun is Also a Star

A wonderful read that proves that things don’t always go as planned.  I highly recommend this one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageWhispers Under Ground

I love discovering new series and this one is quickly becoming a favorite!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

imageBloody Acquisitions 

I will admit that this isn’t the most thrilling of series but the way Fred outsmarts the parahumans who try to inflict harm to not only him but his friends makes it for a different read.  While it lacks in action it makes up for it in other ways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crash

Ultimatum by K.M. Walton

imageIt’s not Oscar’s fault he’s misunderstood. Ever since his mother died, he’s been disrespected by his father and bullied by his self-absorbed older brother, so he withdraws from his fractured family, seeking refuge in his art.

Vance wishes his younger brother would just loosen up and be cool. It was hard enough to deal with their mother’s death without Oscar getting all emotional. At least when Vance pushes himself in lacrosse and parties, he feels alive.

But when their father’s alcoholism sends him into liver failure, the two brothers must come face-to-face with their demons–and each other–if they are going to survive a very uncertain future.

Oscar has his fathers looks but that’s about all they have in common. He is artistic, loves classical music and plays the violin.  He takes after his mother in personality.  He has nothing in common with his brother, who torments him, and feels that both his father and brother don’t know or like him.

Vance has his mothers looks and is jealous of his brother for looking like his father, who he idolises.  Both he and his father love Reggae music, parties and having a good time. Both are selfish when it comes to thinking of others and Vance things his brother Oscar doesn’t like him much. He is always putting Oscar down for being a “sissy’ and acting like a girl.  Vance is always angry but that anger hides something deeper.

As they both stand vigil at their father’s deathbed they both think about how the other brother has treated them wrong and how they are misunderstood.  Both are scared and both are hurting. But when they are pushed into a future they never contemplated can they stand together or will it tear them apart.

The story goes back and forth between events from three years ago and the present. Each brother tells a bit of their own views on what was going on after the death of their mother and how they feel standing at their fathers deathbed. It’s  a tale of two brothers who misunderstand each other and it seems impossible for them to find their way back to being what they were when they were younger. Both have issues, Vance hides his fear with anger, Oscar hides away and draws or listens to music. It’s a tough book in the way that it forces Vance and Oscar to not only look at themselves but also at the demons that drove their father to where he is now, to face the things that they fear the most.

Holding a vigil at a deathbed is incredibly hard and watching your loved one take their last breath is heartbreaking, but more so for two teenagers who have already lost their mother now wait to lose their father.  It was an incredible book, well written in dealing with the emotions that are more heightened and the anger and fear of being completely helpless in this situation. It wasn’t a sappy book but one that dealt with the harshness of a family that wasn’t that strong after the death of their mother, a family that was struggling by for years with no emotional connection between the three remaining members.  It was heartbreaking as it should be, a hard emotional read that brought me back to when I was with my family as a grandmother was in her final days.  Some anger, some stories were told, memories relived and pain and sorrow as she took her final breath.  This story deals with that reality.

ARC provided by Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.

5 stars.

Crash

Buy: Amazon

Buy: Amazon UK

 

The Bone Witch by Rin Chupeco

imageWhen Tea accidentally resurrects her brother from the dead, she learns she is different from the other witches in her family. Her gift for necromancy means that she’s a bone witch, a title that makes her feared and ostracized by her community. But Tea finds solace and guidance with an older, wiser bone witch, who takes Tea and her brother to another land for training.

In her new home, Tea puts all her energy into becoming an asha — one who can wield elemental magic. But dark forces are approaching quickly, and in the face of danger, Tea will have to overcome her obstacles…and make a powerful choice.

 

When Tea Accidentally raises her brother from the dead it attracts the attention of Lady Mykaela, the most powerful Dark Asha in the land.  Tea, along with Fox her brother is brought to the Valerian house for training.  She is unwittingly brought to another tea house under the guise of bringing a novice an instrument she finds herself in a a heap of trouble and all hell breaks loose.  Her training is brought forward at an alarming speed. she is thrust into a world that she not only excels in, but in many ways is beyond anyone else who has been a Dark asha.

Tea’s training is along the lines of how a Geisha trains but throw in magic and healing powers and you get  ashas.  Asha are people who have magic in them. Most use elements like fire, water, air and so on, but there are the rare few who use only dark magic and runes to do what others can’t and that is to have the power over life and death.  Bone witches as the are also know as, are reviled unless needed to rid the lands of the monstrous creatures who threaten the people of the land.

It’s not what I expected but in a good way. I wasn’t aware of the similarities in the style the asha’s are train in as well as Geisha are trained in Japan.  There isn’t much action in the story but what there is is fascinating and draws you in. The writing was fantastic and the storyline wonderful.  I fell into the flow and found myself  wanting more at the end of it.

It is the first book in a series but it’s not one that leaves you on the edge of a cliff. It leaves you on a gentle crest wanting more but knowing you can wait and can even sorta work out what the next step is.  A breathtaking book in style and beauty!

ARC provided by Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review

4/5 stars

Crash

Buy: Amazon

Buy: Amazon UK

 

Perfect Days by Raphael Montes

imageTeo Avelar is a loner. He lives with his paraplegic mother and her dog in Rio de Janeiro, he doesn’t have many friends, and the only time he feels honest human emotion is in the presence of his medical school cadaver—that is, until he meets Clarice. She’s almost his exact opposite: exotic, spontaneous, unafraid to speak her mind. An aspiring screenwriter, she’s working on a screenplay called Perfect Days about three friends who go on a road trip across Brazil in search of romance. Teo is obsessed. He begins to stalk her, first following her to her university, then to her home, and when she ultimately rejects him, he kidnaps her and they embark upon their very own twisted odyssey across Brazil, tracing the same route outlined in her screenplay. Through it all, Teo is certain that time is all he needs to prove to Clarice that they are made for each other, that time is all he needs to make her fall in love with him. But as the journey progresses, he digs himself deeper and deeper into a pit that he can’t get out of, stopping at nothing to ensure that no one gets in the way of their life together. Both tense and lurid, and brimming with suspense from the very first page, Perfect Days is a psychological thriller in the vein of Patricia Highsmith’s The Talented Mr. Ripley—a chilling journey in the passenger seat with a psychopath, and the English language debut of one of Brazil’s most deliciously dark young writers.

I won’t get into the story as the synopsis  pretty much covers it.  Teo makes Misery look like a sane and normal human being!  Teo does really unspeakable things to Clarice and he justifies it by saying that she is unstable and he is trying to help her.  He also believes in what he is doing is absolutely fine and justifies what he does as for her benefit and if she would just listen to him he is sure that she would fall in love with him.

This is disturbing, Teo is obviously unstable and just pure evil. He shows no emotion, he manipulates those around him and when he does something vile he feels that he is doing it for the benefit of others and sees himself at the centre of his own little world and nothing and no one will stop him from having Clarice, not even Clarice herself.

This book gave me chills at just how methodical, cool, calm and collected Teo was in hi actions. The lies he told an how well he weaved his web while others fell into it willingly.  I have read some reviews where some readers found this book to be “hilarious and funny!”  I don’t know what book they were reading but it wasn’t this one!  There is nothing funny about this story. It’s dark, twisted and disturbing in many ways….some dark humour but that’s as far as I am willing to go…

4.5 stars

Crash

Buy: Amazon

Buy: Amazon UK

 

Fatal Love by Misty Evans

15826918_10211462501536738_7737541322673404276_nGirl or boy? Find out what Cal and Beatrice are having in this Shadow Force International Worlds novella! And meet Connor and Sabrina – two SFI members who must overcome their inner demons in order to find love in the middle of chaos.

Once upon a time, former Navy SEAL Callan Reese risked everything to protect his estranged wife from the enemies who wanted her dead. Now reunited and expecting their first child, Cal’s past makes Beatrice a target once again.

When Beatrice is kidnapped by a desperate woman bent on revenge, Cal must put everything on the line in the most dangerous mission of his life to keep her and their unborn child alive.

Things aren’t going well for Beatrice as a deranged woman breaks into her house while she is in the middle of labor.  Cal tries to keep the intruders at bay while his wife tries to deliver their baby safely.  But Beatrice being Beatrice, she tires her  damnedest to help even while in childbirth. She even starts shooting her gun when her attacker draws closer. How badass is that? Cal is the only one who can talk her down the ledge of putting herself, and the baby in more danger.

Help does come along with some new team members.  Connor, who suffers from PTSD and Sabrina, who also has her fair share of things to deal with.  As things come to a head can the intruders be dealt with before any harm can come to B and her baby?

It’s good to have more characters introduced to the series and that of course means more books!

I love how well written Misty’s characters are, as well as how much she researches her stories.  This is pretty intense for a novella and brings home her skills as a writer.  It’s fact paced, intense and a wild ride from start to finish!

ARC provided by author in exchange for a fair and honest review.

4/5 stars

Crash

 

Buy: Amazon US

Buy: Amazon UK 

Buy: Amazon CA 

Buy: AmazonAU

Buy: Kobo

Buy: iBooks

 

* * *

About the Author

Misty Evans PhotoUSA TODAY Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

Connect with Misty: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Newsletter / Pinterest
Excerpt from Fatal Love

FATAL LOVE, A Shadow Force International Worlds Novella
By Misty Evans

EXCERPT

Connor McKenzie woke to the phone blaring in his ear.
Probably because he was sleeping on top of it.
Drooling on it as well, because when he jerked back, his instincts automatically directed his hand to the handset, and he found slime all over the black SFI office phone.
Gross.
Of course, since he’d been working 24/7 with no time off, he hadn’t seen his bed since zero dark thirty-seven…no, make that eight, since the clock on the phone’s readout said it was after midnight.
Rubbing his eyes as the phone blared again, he pushed up off of his desk and cleared his throat. Near the desk, Maggie raised her big, black head and looked at him with her perpetually sad Labrador eyes.
Being the office manager for Rock Star Security came with a lot of perks. RSS was the front for Shadow Force International, where former SEALs roamed the hallways, covertly saving the free world on a daily basis. Connor was constantly surrounded by men he respected and who respected him. They understood each other; understood what each other had been through. Add to that the fact Beatrice let him bunk two floors up in an office he’d converted to a bedroom, and it was the best home he’d ever had. The bedroom wasn’t much, but it beat living out of his car.
Maggie was another perk. He loved that dog. Meeting his eyes, she wagged her tail with a solid thump-thump-thump against the floor.
She was always up for an adventure, and good to have around because of his PTSD. She didn’t have any training, but Cal had told Connor she’d saved his mental health many times. The dog had kept Connor from sinking into a dark hole on more than one occasion as well.
Technically since he lived upstairs, Connor could go home anytime he wanted, even though no one was in the office to man the phones but him. He and Rory had set up a system that transferred all calls to Connor’s phone in his bedroom when he quit for the day or needed down time. Beatrice didn’t trust an answering service with the particular calls that might come in from Rock Stars or SFI operatives.
Connor opened his tired eyes and caught sight of the blinking button on the phone as the damn thing continued to ring insistently. Red, not orange. The private line Emit had for the managers to use when they needed immediate assistance.
Shit. Grabbing one of the napkins from the pizza he’d half eaten earlier, he wiped off the drool from the handset and punched the button under the red, blinking light. “This is Slash. How may I direct your call?”
SFI rules were that they never identified the business when answering on the off chance it was a wrong number or one of them had been compromised. Beatrice was strict about that. While the cell phones every employee used were secure, breaches could happen. All personnel used code names and had to answer a security question before discussing any Rock Star or SFI business.
Just in case, Beatrice always said.
Connor had the feeling he didn’t want to know what just in case meant. He also didn’t want to know what might happen if he failed her.
“Con, we’re in trouble.”
Connor sat straight up, nearly knocking over his Coke. The voice on the other end was low and guarded, and the person had already broken protocol.
But it was a voice he knew well, and a person he definitely didn’t want to fail to help. If anything, he hoped to get on the guy’s SFI squad one of these days. “Sir? Please state your security clearance code.”
“Fuckin’ A, that’s my security code,” Cal Reese quipped. “We need help. We need reinforcements.”
“Are you in imminent danger?”
“Yes. The queen bee is in the hive and she is in imminent danger.”
“But sir, there are no…”
The line when dead.
“…reinforcements,” Connor finished.
He stared at the handset. The queen bee was Beatrice. The hive was her and Cal’s home.
Beatrice was in imminent danger.
At home.
From whom? From what?
Fuck on a stick. Connor dropped the handset into its cradle, his guts turning over on themselves.
Emit, Rory, Jax, and Colton were all still in Chicago, opening the new Central Division Rock Star headquarters. Obviously, Cal, Beatrice, and Trace Hunter were back, but the rest of the Rock Stars and SFI operatives were working, many of them out of the country.
RS bodyguards couldn’t simply leave their clients. Ditto for the SFI operatives who were undercover on assignments at all four corners of the earth.
Connor started to lift the handset again and call Miles, but no, Miles was in San Diego, once more running the West Coast SFI office.
Which meant he was out of options.
Zeb. Yeah, he’d call the old spymaster…
His out-of-options list grew. Zeb had gone to Chicago with Beatrice. Connor hadn’t heard from him. Had he come back with Cal and the others or stayed in Chicago?
A burning sensation started in his gut while icy pinpricks attacked the base of his spine. Both spread like blood from a gunshot wound, making his body tremble and his breathing come in short, barely-there intakes.
Beatrice was in danger. Real danger if Cal was ignoring protocol and calling him for backup. Callan Reese was a former SEAL who’d saved the president in front of the entire world.
Beatrice’s personal bodyguard was Trace Hunter. Another former SEAL with superhuman powers. The guy belonged in a Marvel comic book for realz.
If both of them couldn’t handle whatever trouble Beatrice was in, well, then… How the hell was he supposed to?
His hand shook as he jammed his fingers through his hair. Get up, he told himself, but he couldn’t make his legs move. They were frozen stiff.
Not now! He couldn’t let his PTSD handcuff him.
Breathe. Beatrice was always telling him to take a deep breath and focus on one thing. A trick she’d learned from Hunter.
Grabbing the handset, he dialed Zeb, hoping against hope the old man was back in DC. Bracing the handset between his ear and shoulder, he woke up the computer and started shutdown procedures. He’d never had to do it before and another moment of indecision and self-doubt caught him with his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
He never left the office unless his backup, usually Rory or the new lab tech, Sabrina, was available to answer phones and handle emergencies.
Zeb’s phone rang three times. Voicemail answered. Connor left a quick SOS and asked Zeb to call him back.
What now? Should he gear up and head to Cal and Beatrice’s?
What about the baby?
If anything happened to any one of them…
Breathe…
Maggie whimpered, drawing his gaze. She sat beside the desk, tail rapping the floor and stuck her head in his lap.
There was no time to pet the dog, but his hand had a mind of its own, naturally going to Maggie’s head and rubbing her sleek, soft fur. His breathing resumed a semi-normal in-out rhythm after a moment and his mind re-engaged.
Grasping at straws, he dialed the lab extension, hoping against hope that Sabrina might somehow still be in the building. He’d never seen her leave—one of the reasons he routinely stayed at the desk so late every night was for that very reason. He enjoyed watching her sexy legs in those righteous high-heeled boots walk past his desk every evening. He loved her red hair and the way she teased him about being a camo-wearing receptionist, even though the term ‘receptionist’ made his ego smart.
From big, tough, badass SEAL to a useless receptionist. His life had gone to hell, thanks to 12 September.
Bastards.
Still petting Maggie with one hand, he closed off the black hole that sucked at him every time he thought of the terrorist group.
Bzzz-bzzz. The phone on Sabrina’s end rang again. It was Saturday night. A beautiful, smart, hip gal like her couldn’t possibly still be working this late on a Saturday night, could she?
“Conmeister?” Her voice was rough and sexy, like he’d woken her from a nap. He heard her yawn. “It’s nearly two a.m. What are you still doing at the main desk?”
God Almighty, he hated it when people called him nicknames, but hearing any version of his name coming from Sabrina’s luscious mouth was heaven. She got a free pass, regardless of what she wanted to call him.
“What are you still doing in the lab?”
She chuckled. “Touché. What’s up?”
“SOS from Cal. He and B got home from Chicago but something’s wrong. I don’t know what. He must have thought his cell was compromised because he was speaking in code, but he used my name, which is like, I don’t know what. I think he was definitely shook up.”
She was fully awake now. “Oh, shit. What can I do?”
“Man the phones and watch Maggie for me. I’m gearing up and heading their way.”
Her voice was full of indignation. “No way! Not without me. Who did you call for backup?”
“There is no one. Everyone is working or out of town.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Connor opened his bottom drawer and pulled out his Beretta PX4 Storm and checked the clip. Full. “With the addition of the San Diego and Chicago satellites, we’re short on staff. Literally, there’s just you and me in DC at this moment. We can’t leave the phones unmanned, so tag, you’re it.”
“Why don’t you call the cops?”
If Cal had thought the police could handle it, he would have dialed 911 himself. Whatever this was, he didn’t want them involved. “I’ve got to go.”
He hung up on her protest, punched the button to transfer incoming calls to the lab phone, told Maggie to stay, and headed for the weapons room.
Preparing for the enemy was challenging when you had no clue who the enemy was.
Pretend it’s a sleeper cell of 12 September. If you were taking them on, what would you bring?
A rocket launcher.
The biggest one he could carry, in fact.
SFI’s weapons room had plenty of firepower, but they did not, in fact, have any rocket launchers.
A shame, that. He mentally added it to his inventory list for next month.
Connor snatched a black duffel from a shelf and started throwing in grenades, a couple of H&K submachine guns, ammo, and a sweet sniper rifle he’d been dying to use.
He was strapping on a vest when Sabrina came skidding into the room in her socks. Her boots were in-hand, her hair flat on one side, totally sexy and tousled on the opposite.
Probably what she looked like when she first got up in the morning.
And damn, if her big brown eyes and that crazy hair didn’t make him hard.
“You’re not leaving without me, Conmeister.” She slipped on one boot—with a 3-inch black heel—jumping and hobbling on her other foot, and breathing heavy from her run to catch him. She was dressed from head to toe in red like always.
A deep burgundy red that totally clashed with her copper colored hair.
Connor tore his gaze away from her full lips and even fuller cleavage on display from the deep V of her silky shirt. She continued hopping on her foot as she pulled on the second high heel, the action jiggling her double-Ds and making his hard-on downright painful. “I’m totally leaving without you, Red.”
“Bullshit!” She snatched a bulletproof vest from the wall and shoved her arms through the holes. “You have no idea what you’re walking into. This is Beatrice we’re talking about!”
He slammed the cage shut on the submachine gun selection and locked it. “I’ll handle it, whatever it is.”
“Look,” she said, grabbing his arm. “I know I was just a chopper pilot and I never saw action like you did when I was in the Navy, but I know how to handle a gun. At least let me fly you to their house and set up a stakeout. I can have you there in fifteen. It will take you at least thirty by car.”
Fly? “Unless you have a magic carpet hiding under your lab coat, how are you going to fly me anywhere?”
Sabrina grinned, shrugging out of the lab coat and putting on the vest. “You know the helo pad on the U-Comm building at the end of the block? There’s an EC 145 that can cruise at 150 miles per hour easy. I happen to know the owner and we can use it, no questions asked.”
This woman in red was a mystery, but then, so were many of the people that worked for SFI. “You’re friends with the owner of one of the most expensive luxury helicopters available in the marketplace today?”
She grinned again. “More than friends, actually.”
Connor’s hard-on softened. “I don’t think your boyfriend will appreciate you taking his helo on a rescue mission.”
And if your boyfriend is a millionaire, why are you here working tonight?
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Sabrina said, grabbing a .38 mil from the handguns. “He’s my dad.”
* * *

Giveaway Information

Tour-wide giveaway includes a $25.00 Gift Card to Amazon. Just fill out the Rafflecopter Form below to enter!

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/f8602e9b25/?

 

Blog Tour Schedule

Renee Entress 2/1/2017
C K Crouch 2/2/2017
Em & M books 2/3/2017
Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty 2/4/2017
Becky on Books 2/4/2017
Book Talk with Eileen 2/5/2017
Cricket’s Chirps 2/5/2017
The Book Nympho 2/6/2017
The Book Beacon 2/7/2017
Happiness is a Book 2/8/2017
Nicole’s Book Musings 2/9/2017
So Many Reads 2/10/2017

All Our Wrong Today’s by Elan Mastai

imageYou know the future that people in the 1950s imagined we’d have? Well, it happened. In Tom Barren’s 2016, humanity thrives in a techno-utopian paradise of flying cars, moving sidewalks, and moon bases, where avocados never go bad and punk rock never existed . . . because it wasn’t necessary.

Except Tom just can’t seem to find his place in this dazzling, idealistic world, and that’s before his life gets turned upside down. Utterly blindsided by an accident of fate, Tom makes a rash decision that drastically changes not only his own life but the very fabric of the universe itself. In a time-travel mishap, Tom finds himself stranded in our 2016, what we think of as the real world. For Tom, our normal reality seems like a dystopian wasteland.

But when he discovers wonderfully unexpected versions of his family, his career, and—maybe, just maybe—his soul mate, Tom has a decision to make. Does he fix the flow of history, bringing his utopian universe back into existence, or does he try to forge a new life in our messy, unpredictable reality? Tom’s search for the answer takes him across countries, continents, and timelines in a quest to figure out, finally, who he really is and what his future—our future—is supposed to be.

Imagine Dark Matter on steroids, throw in a helping of 11/22/63 and sprinkle on  a bit of Back to the Future and you have All Our Wrong Today’s.

Tom is a bit of a screw up in the sense that his father is a genius and he isn’t.  He’s the kind of guy who girls just can’t get into and he gets jobs on the basis that because his father is a genius, then he must have some brains, but eventually his employers find out that he is a screw up and let him go.  Victor Barren is working on time travel and when he finally gets it up and running he puts Tom on a back up team for the trial run.  When a tragedy strikes and Tom ends up back in 1965 he changes life, not only as he knows it, but for everyone.  It all goes to hell from there.

Tom, Tom/John and others who make an appearance in Tom’s personality is fascinating to read.  How he longs for what he lost only to find that what he has just might be better than the failure of a life he left behind in the other 2016 timeline.  In our 2016 he is relatively famous, rich but also a bit of a dick. When he tries to prove to his current family that he isn’t nuts and that he has traveled through time from another time line, that opens up another can of worms for him.  Can he make things right or will it all go tits up and make things worse?

This is one hell of a mind twisting story that leaves your brain scrambled at the end trying to figure out just what is going on for a brief time.  There is a lot of scientific and technical talk but it is intrinsic to the story and while it seems all bit strange it really adds to the storyline.  There is a lot of internal monologue that floats in and out of normal speech with others, but there is a lot of rambling in Tom’s head. The internal battle to fight the other current reality personality in his head is also akin to him fighting the demons of his past as well as his present. He fights against the fact that his fathering the other timeline barely acknowledge his existence and he struggles with the family he has in the current time line. When he finds the proof he needs for them believe him it doesn’t go the way he expects.  He seems to always be at the receiving end of things he can’t control.  He wanted to prove his past father proud but instead he screws things up badly.  This is a story of a guy who in trying to do right just made it worse.

I know that this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea but it was a brilliant and amazing book!  One that dragged me in, I savoured and devoured it in equal measure.  The sheer brilliance in the way its written shines, well for me anyway, throughout the book.  It’s the detail in all the scientific  bits that you know aren’t real but written in such a way that is seems oh so real at the same time.I have to admit that I am struggling to find the words to do justice to this book but there is so much to take in and digest that I feel I am not doing it properly. It’s an audacious first novel,the attention to detail, the time taken to make it perfect shows…… oh and it took him 15 years to write!

ARC provided by Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review

5 stars

Crash

Buy: Amazon

Buy: Amazon UK