***REVIEW*** Conversations Among Ruins by Matthew Peters.

I’m finally catching up on reviews, and thank goodness I’ve got my book bug back. I’m back to that lovely point where there’s no way I’d even attempt sleep without first reading. That’s why I’ve opened back up to receiving review requests and they’re already coming in thick and fast.

I’m going back to a book I finished in November last year. I managed to type out a quick Amazon review and that was about all I had time to do. To be frank and fair to the book my review Amazon review didn’t really do the title justice, so I figured I’d give it a overhaul for here.

22930956

Blurb:

Conversations Among Ruins is a portrait of a descent into madness, and the potential of finding salvation there. While in detox, Daniel Stavros, a young professor, meets and falls in love with the cryptic Mimi Dexter. But Mimi has secrets … and, strangely, a tattoo identical to the pendant Daniel’s mother gave him right before she died. Drawn together by broken pasts, they pursue a twisted, tempestuous romance. When it ends, a deteriorating Stavros seeks refuge at a mountain cabin where a series of surreal experiences bring him face to face with something he’s avoided all his life: himself. Miles away, Mimi’s actions run oddly parallel to Daniel’s. Will either be redeemed, or will both careen toward self-destruction?

Review:

Conversations Among Ruins is primarily about Daniel Stavros, an alcoholic professor who meets and falls in love with the beautiful and mysterious Mimi Dexter whilst in rehab.

The entire thing is heartbreaking. You want to shake Stavros and tell him to get a grip of himself, it’s like watching a person ebb away. However, on the other hand, you can feel his pain so strongly from the page that you wish to soothe him and tell him everything is going to be all right. It’s such a tumultuous relationship between him and the reader that it makes for a difficult read in the emotional sense.

Mimi is also struggling with her own personal demons, and making an attempt to come to terms with them. I think that Stavros is so invested in their relationship and puts a lot of pressure on her to ‘save’ him. The problem is that he has to save himself.

The writing is nothing but stellar. Peters is smooth, his style is easy to read and yet the prose is lyrically clever. His scene setting is utter perfection, he leaves little to the imagination without droning on. He transports you to each place with the ease of a true pro.

That’s not to say that it’s all doom and gloom though. This writer has a knack for making you laugh in the most harrowing of situations. I laughed out loud several times and received a few dodgy looks from those in my presence at the time.

This book knocked me so out of my comfort zone that I struggled with how I wanted to react to it when I finished. This is clearly a novel about an alcoholics journey, but it’s so much more than that. Just as I started to get a little more comfortable, the whole thing turned on its head in a way you’d NEVER see coming. Peter’s knocked it out of the ballpark and excelled in such a way that I can only compare Conversations Among Ruins with something penned by Tarantino. It’s not that it comes out of nowhere either, the author leads you in on a path that ends up at Weirdsville, but once you arrive it all feels somehow, well…right.

If you’re looking for a book to truly connect with and churn up some emotion then this is undoubtedly the read for you.

It’s without deliberation that I award Conversation Among Ruins an easy five creepy houses, it’s up to you to find out why ;):

Buy Links:

Amazon Paperback: http://amzn.to/1phAi7v

Amazon Kindle: http://amzn.to/1oASGcG

Barnes & Noble Nook: http://bit.ly/1t6Q31L

All Things That Matter Press Paperback: http://bit.ly/1rBiB1e

Audiobook: http://amzn.to/1seo95d

About the author:

2100705

Dual diagnosed* from an early age, Matthew Peters dropped out of high school at sixteen. He went on to obtain an A.A., a B.A. from Vassar College, and an M.A. and Ph.D. from Duke University. He has taught various courses in a variety of disciplines throughout North Carolina. He is committed to increasing the awareness and understanding of the dual-diagnosed. Conversations Among Ruins is his first novel. His second novel, The Brothers’ Keepers, is available on Amazon.com. *The term “dual diagnosed” refers to someone who suffers from a mood disorder (e.g., depression) and chemical dependency.

Connect:

Website/Blog: www.matthewpetersbooks.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com.MatthewPeters65

Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/matthew.peters.79656

***COVER REVEAL*** Never Too Late by Susannah Hutchinson

NTLBC1FULLGR

Title: Never Too Late

Author: Susannah Hutchinson

Release Date: April 24, 2015

Publisher: Alegos Press

Genre: Thriller, Social Issues, Suspense

Sometimes, the right choice is the most difficult one to make.

Tina Blythe has led a difficult life, working hard to make something of herself. From the moment she met her future husband, she knew her happiness was assured. Clive was the answer to her prayers, a dream she thought came true.

It doesn’t take long for Clive to show his true colours, and her life takes an unexpected turn. Her husband has turned into someone she barely recognises, a mere shell of the man she married. Yearning for a fresh start, Tina is willing to do anything to give meaning to the life she lives. She refuses to allow herself to become a victim once again.

Determined to find a means to an end, she devises a plan that will help her gain her freedom. She knows it will be difficult, but somehow, someway, Tina is resolute. She will get past Clive’s harsh hold by any means necessary. Only then will she be able to lead the life she’s always wanted.

(Purchase links are not yet available.)

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24894141-never-too-late

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Tina squeezed herself between several parked cars and stepped onto the pavement, jogging the last hundred yards to her home. Hot and out of breath, she blotted her forehead with the edge of her sleeve. The thought of what waited for her behind the front door made her heart race. Her hands trembled as she reached into her pocket for her keys. They slid through her fingers and hit the ground with a loud chink.

Damn it! she thought, and bent down to pick them up.

She rolled her shoulders to ease the tension and slid the key into the lock, promptly letting herself in. Her mouth grew dry as she set one foot on the doormat. There he was, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a position he assumed when things didn’t go his way.

“You’re late. Where have you been?” Clive asked, his hands locked together, elbows balanced on his knees.

Tina’s face paled as she stared at him. “I’m only a little late. You know I’ve been to see Sam.”

She kicked off her trainers and then remembered to place them neatly with the other shoes in the rack.

Clive’s eyes narrowed as he stared back at her. “You should have left earlier.”

“I got carried away chatting.”

She hung her coat on the hook and leant forward to peck her husband on the lips then stroked his right cheek, hoping that it would ease the hostility between them.

He brushed her hands away and said, “We said eleven o’clock. You will not see her again. Do you hear me?”

“It’s only a few minutes. Why do we have to go through this every time I see her?” she asked. “You know she’s my oldest friend.”

Clive’s lips thinned to a tight line. Her body tensed as the words left her mouth. He stood and approached her, clutching her shoulders and pinning her against the wall.

“You won’t see her again,” he repeated. “Is that clear?”

Tina’s cheeks tingled as Clive’s breath puffed across her face as he spoke She cowered before him, dreading what was to come.

“I–I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to answer back. Please, let me go!”

Clive increased the pressure upon her shoulders, his eyes boring deep into hers. “I’m not making myself clear, am I?”

The scent of sour milk and garlic invaded her nostrils as his breath blew across her cheek. Tina’s spine pressed against the wall as she tried to back away from him to no avail. Clive wrapped his hand around her throat, pushing her jawbone upwards. His grip tightened, restricting her airflow. She slumped against the wall, feeling a little woozy. Spittle oozed from the corners of her lips, dripping onto his shirtsleeve. Incoherent nonsense came from her lips when she tried to speak.

A searing pain invaded her abdomen, causing her to double over. Through watery eyes, she watched as Clive shook his hand and flexed his fingers. The smug look on his face betrayed his enjoyment. A stream of urine slowly trickled down her thighs. Tina clamped her legs together, hoping to shield the wetness that was now seeping into her trousers from her husband’s view.

Her eyesight swam and she soon rolled to the floor. Curled up in the corner, Tina wrapped her arms around her middle. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe, hoping that it would cure the dizziness she now felt.

Clive stared down at her and said, “You will not talk back to me again, bitch. Stop snivelling! I hardly touched you.”

Cowering against the wall, Tina tried to suppress her tears. She knew if she cried that it would fuel his anger.

“S–Sorry. I didn’t mean . . . to . . . answer back.” She paused and looked at him from the corner of her eye. “You’ve really hurt me this time!”

Using the telephone table for balance, she stood on unsteady feet. Clive shook his head in disapproval.

“You’ve pissed yourself. Sort it out. It stinks.” He offered her a hand. “Come on. I’ll make you a tea.”

Tina allowed him to lead her through to the kitchen. He helped her into a chair near the table, and set about in preparing a cup of tea. Her knuckles whitened to the point of hurting as she clenched her fists across her lap. He flipped the switch on the kettle. Neither of them spoke until he placed the cup in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Her throat felt dry as her gaze landed on the cup. She reached for it, the heat of the porcelain mug warming her palms.

“I’m going to bed.” He smirked. “I want you up by midnight.”

She nodded, afraid of looking up at him. “Yes, Darling. I’ll drink this and have a shower.”

SuHAuthorPhoto

About The Author:

 Susannah Hutchinson was born and raised in Sunderland in the North East of England. She spent most of her childhood with either a book in her hand or riding horses. She moved to Norfolk in 1990, where she now lives with her long-term partner, artist Gerald Marsland.

Susannah turned to writing in the hopes that one day she would find a publisher and embark on a successful career as an author. She’s written several short stories and has one printed in a local magazine. Another was accepted and read in a podcast in the USA. Her ambition is to become a novelist.

At the age of 46, she has finished writing what will be her soon-to-be released debut novel titled, Never Too Late. Her genre of choice is Social Thriller. As well as entertaining the reader, she tries to send out a message within her work, while bringing social issues to the forefront of people’s minds. She is also a conservationist and supports several animal charities. She enjoys traditional art, reading almost any genre of books, and is very interested in Forensics and Psychology.

Social Media Links:

Email Address: author.shutchinson@yahoo.com

LinkedIn: http://uk.linkedin.com/pub/susannah-hutchinson/8a/a19/515

Twitter: https://twitter.com/2English5Rose

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorsusannahhutchinson

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13486757.Susannah_Hutchinson

Author Interview: https://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/here-is-my-interview-with-susannah-hutchinson/

NTLCRTourButton

Cover reveal for ‘Vendetta’ by Autumn Karr and Sienna Lane + GIVEAWAY!

 

 

 

Image

 

 

Check out the lovely cover for ‘Vendetta’. The projected release is December 2013!

Blurb:

I am not a good man.

I have lied and cheated and stolen. I’ve decided between life or death, like it was my due. None of it matters, not anymore. These are not my sins.

I see her raise her hands, the dark metal she’s clutching reflecting the moonlight. Her finger trembles as she cocks the gun pointed at me. Her eyes are cold, determined, but I know.

I know her.

My name is Devon Andre and I confess my sin. I am not a good man because this is the woman I love.

She pulls the trigger.

 Image

 

Connect with the authors:

Sienna’s Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sienna.lane.39

Sienna’s Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7195737.Sienna_Lane

 

Autumn’s Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/autumn.karrauthor

Autumn’s Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7195738.Autumn_Karr

 Add ‘Vendetta’ to your TBR Shelf and ‘like’ the books Facebook page:

VENDETTA: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18257755-vendetta

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/karrandlane

Enter the awesome giveaway for the chance to win 2x Amazon gift cards and 2x Swag packs!

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/YjRlNmI2YTExYjQ1YjExOWY5ZjY0YTAyMzY0NTRmOjE=/