The Mother Fault by @katemildenhall #BlogTour #TheMotherFault @fictionpubteam @harperfiction

Are you a fan of Dystopian fiction? Fancy a bit of Antipodean adventure?

Well, come join me as I start off the blog tour for Kate Mildenhall’s newest release, published by Harper Fiction, The Mother Fault.

The Mother Fault

The Blurb

Mim’s husband is missing. No one knows where Ben is, but everyone wants to find him – especially The Department. And they should know, the all-seeing government body has fitted the entire population with a universal tracking chip to keep them ‘safe’.

But suddenly Ben can’t be tracked. And Mim is questioned, made to surrender her passport and threatened with the unthinkable – her two children being taken into care at the notorious BestLife.

Cornered, Mim risks everything to go on the run to find her husband – and a part of herself, long gone, that is brave enough to tackle the journey ahead.

From the stark backroads of the Australian outback to a terrifying sea voyage, Mim is forced to shuck off who she was – mother, daughter, wife, sister – and become the woman she needs to be to save her family and herself.

My Review

The Mother Fault by Kate Mildenhall
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’m not sure what I was expecting when I requested this book, but when I began reading I realised it was very different to my usual reading genre.
Dystopian fiction is not really my thing, However, when you couple an unknown genre with a topic I love, which is motherhood, and family, and the lengths said mother would go to for hers, then you get a pretty good read. I was intrigued from the off, and seeing the development of Mim’s character, as she tries to save her family, made for a great read.
Many thanks to NetGalley and Harper Collins for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

About the author:

Kate Mildenhall is a writer and teacher, who lives on the outskirts of Melbourne with her young family. She has taught in schools, at RMIT University and State Library Victoria, and volunteered with Teachers Across Borders in Cambodia. Her debut novel, SKYLARKING, was published in Australia by Black Inc. in 2016 and in the UK by Legend Press in 2017. Skylarking was longlisted for the Voss Literary Prize 2017 and the Indie Book Awards 2017.

Kate has received residencies at Varuna, the Writers House and at Bundanon.

With friend and author Katherine Collette, Kate co-hosts The First Time podcast, a podcast about the first time you publish a book.

Bloodstone: The Curse Of Time Book 1 by @Marjorie_Mallon  #BlogTour

I am delighted to invite my dear friend, and blog sis, Marjorie Mallon, to my blog today to let you all know about the re-release of her first novel, Bloodstone: The Curse Of Time Book 1. It has recently been picked up by a publisher, been given a makeover of sorts, and is back out there, in the book wild, and I, for one, am thrilled for Marje, because she has worked so hard for this! I read it the first time round, and I’ve also had a sneak peak at a very early draft of Book 2. Lots of fun in store for readers!

Let me pass you over to Marje!

Thank you so much Ritu for being part of my impromptu blog tour for my re-release of Bloodstone, The Curse of Time Book 1. 

Next Chapter Publishing – YA fantasy The Curse of Time series:


Bloodstone – The Curse of Time Book 1 

Genre: YA Fantasy/Paranormal

Fifteen-year-old Amelina Scott lives in Cambridge with her dysfunctional family, a mysterious black cat, and an unusual girl who is imprisoned within the mirrors located in her house.

When an unexpected message arrives inviting her to visit the Crystal Cottage, she sets off on a forbidden path where she encounters Ryder: a charismatic, perplexing stranger.

With the help of a magical paint set and some crystal wizard stones, can Amelina discover the truth about her family?

A unique, imaginative mystery full of magic-wielding and dark elements, Bloodstone is a riveting adventure for anyone interested in fantasy, mythology or the world of the paranormal.

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And the 2nd in the series coming soon

Golden Healer – The Curse of Time Book 2

EXCERPT – BLOODSTONE (The Curse of Time Book 1) 

A tremor shook my body, and my teeth chattered. My ears rang with the sound of the earth cracking below my feet. It meant that I had left it too late to run. My eyes fell downwards as the world tilted on its axis, and the realisation came to me that the only way out was via a slide that suddenly appeared at my feet. 

With one glance, I could tell the slide had a definite beginning but no visible end. I placed a tentative step onto the slide. The minute I touched it, I knew there was no time for fear. I swallowed hard and plunged into the darkness, sliding into oblivion. Every emotion I possessed had compressed into mere secondsa momentary adrenalin rush. Sensations continued like the aftermath of the wildest rollercoaster ride. Fuelled by fear, it sent my senses reeling, the ultimate blood-pounding, stomach-churning thrill.

I slipped down the slide and landed on a stone floor, yet it cushioned my landing like a silky feather down quilt. No longer afraid of the shadows, I felt welcomed, at home. With wide-eyed astonishment, I took in the magnificent interior of the Crystal Cottage. Gems in a myriad of welcoming shades—purple Amethyst, white Quartz, red Jade, blue Topaz—covered the walls. A riot of colours reflected in the facets of the crystals, which welcomed me with their brightness. This magnificent display promised more, luminous lights twinkled and burst forth from each separate gem in a firework-like extravaganza. I gasped. My breath caught in my throat, and I glanced down at my hands. They were sparkling as if they had touched an enormous glitter ball. A crystalline light bounced off the walls of the cottage, finding a resting place on my face. The brilliant light caressed me. 

My heart filled with wonder at this miraculous event and I wished the exquisiteness of the moment would last forever. I willed this spectacle to carry on and on, but the glowing display tapered off. The colours became darker, and glimmers of the crystals’ bright lights darkened to a menacing black, then lightened to a grey, washed-out colour before turning a muddy brown. 

In horror, I could feel the skin on my face puckering like an orange peel stripped of all moisture. My body shivered, and I shook. I stirred in my sleep, suspended in the haze of the dream. I struggled to remain, not wanting to leave the beauty and comfort of the Crystal Cottage. So I remained, floating in the abyss, fearful but longing to find out more. 

In my dreamy state, I lifted my head and looked up. All I could see was the strange creature a short distance above me, standing as if he waited, but for what I could not tell. He held a laddertwo long ropes connected by short crosspieces made of skin and boneswhich he dangled down. I grimaced, but with no other choice open, I reached out and latched onto the gruesome ladder device. The creature hoisted me out, and we stood side by side, motionless for a second. We exchanged no words. Once again, I felt the ground beneath my feet shudder and crack wide open into a large gash of exploding brown earth. I stepped back, afraid of the black void looming in front of me. I shrieked as I observed the creature as he plummeted into the depths of the earth, the whole time reaching his arms out towards me as he fell. 

© M J Mallon

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Author Photo Corpus Christi Clock King's Parade


My alter ego is MJ – Mary Jane from Spiderman. I love superheros!

M J Mallon was born in Lion city Singapore, a passionate Scorpio with the Chinese Zodiac sign of a lucky rabbit. She spent her early childhood in Hong Kong. During her teen years, she returned to her father’s childhood home, Edinburgh where she spent many happy years, entertained and enthralled by her parents’ vivid stories of living and working abroad. Perhaps it was during these formative years that her love of writing began inspired by their vivid storytelling. She counts herself lucky to have travelled to many far-flung destinations and this early wanderlust has fuelled her present desire to emigrate abroad. Until that wondrous moment, it’s rumoured that she lives in the UK, in the Venice of Cambridge with her six-foot hunk of a rock god husband. Her two enchanting daughters have flown the nest but often return with a cheery, heart-warming smile to greet her.

MJ’s writing credits also include a multi-genre approach: paranormal, best-selling horror, supernatural short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She has worked with some amazing authors and bloggers compiling an anthology/compilation set during the early stages of COVID-19 entitled This Is Lockdown and later she wrote a spin off poetry collection, Lockdown Innit

She’s been blogging for many moons at her blog home Kyrosmagica, (which means Crystal Magic,) where she celebrates the spiritual realm,her love of nature, crystals and all things magical, mystical, and mysterious. 

Her eclectic blog shares her love of reading, reviewing books, writing, and photography:


All my books incl. Bloodstone

MJ’s motto is…

To always do what you Love, stay true to your heart’s desires, and inspire others to do so too, even if it appears that the odds are stacked against you like black hearted shadows. 

Her favourite genre to write is 

Fantasy/magical realism because life would be dull unless it is sprinkled with a liberal dash of extraordinarily imaginative magic!


Authors Website:
Authors Amazon Page
Twitter: @Marjorie_Mallon 

#ABRSC – Authors Bloggers Rainbow Support Club on Facebook:



Spiritual Sisters:

Kyrosmagica Publishing (MJ’s Imprint)

Pandemic Poetry: Lockdown Innit

Poetry, Prose and Photography: Mr. Sagittarius

An anthology: This Is Lockdown  


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Geraldine Verne’s Red Suitcase by @JaneRiley #BlogTour

What a thrill to be able to help spread the word about a fabulous book!

I was asked to be a part of the blog tour for Geraldine Verne’s Red Suitcase, the second novel by Jane Riley, and after reading the blurb, I jumped at the chance!

Here’s the Blurb

His dying wish was to set her free. So why does she feel so trapped?

Jack had two dying wishes: that his wife scatter his ashes somewhere ‘exotic’, and that she not give up on life once he was gone. He intended to spur her on to new adventures, but despite clinging to her red suitcase, Geraldine Verne hasn’t left the house for three months.

It takes an accident for Geri to accept help from her friends, but when Meals on Wheels arrive she is mortified. Yet heartbroken volunteer Lottie brings with her more than cottage pie and custard. Like Geri, she too is struggling to cut loose.

As a gloriously unlikely friendship blossoms, Geraldine begins to feel a long-lost spark of life and a newfound confidence. Perhaps what both women needed most, after all, was each other.

Geraldine Verne's Red Suitcase by Jane  Riley

Geraldine Verne’s Red Suitcase by Jane Riley

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I was thrilled to be asked to read an arc of Jane Riley’s second, book, not least because the blurb hooked me right away.
The grief of losing someone is intense, and we all deal with that grief in different ways.
Geraldine Verne, or Geri to her friends, is floundering. She is lost without her soulmate, Jack.
Upon his passing and subsequent cremation, she finds herself unable to let go of his ashes, and rather than display the urn on her mantlepiece, as some do, she finds solace in wrapping Jack up in special mementoes and placing him in a red suitcase they used to travel with, using it as both a physical and emotional crutch.
An accident forces her to rethink her ideas, as she is suddenly in need of help. More help than ashes and a wheelie suitcase can provide her.
My heart went out to Geri. A woman in her later years, with nothing more than her husband’s remains, and his collection of butterflies as her support.
The way she shut everyone out, in order to wallow in her grief, really hit home with me.
But I loved the way her saviour came in the form of a Meals on Wheels volunteer, and now, despite their age difference, and background, they actually helped one another accept the way their lives were going to be.
Grief can hit us duer to the loss of a loved one, who has passed away, as well as one who has left us and our life, whilst still living theirs, and this book explores that whole topic in a very sensitive, yet entertailing way.

Hi, I’m Jane Riley!

I was born and raised in New Zealand. After graduating from Auckland University with a Bachelor of Arts degree, majoring in French and English literature, I headed to Europe to practise my French, got waylaid in Germany and ended up in Australia.

I have had a varied career in public relations, publishing, freelancing as a writer and editor, and launching an online e-commerce business, which involved writing a design blog interviewing makers and creators. When The Likely Resolutions of Oliver Clock was published, I achieved my dream of becoming a full-time author.

I live in Sydney with my husband, an energetic but scared-of-heights Australian cattle dog-staffy cross, and two daughters old enough to not be living at home anymore. I volunteer as an English language tutor for the Adult Migrant English Program, am learning the piano and teaching myself Italian.

You can find me on Twitter @JaneRileyAuthor.

Poetry Treasures #BlogTour featuring @geofflepard @bakeandwrite

I am so pleased to welcome my dear friend, Geoff Le Pard, or His Geoffleship, as he is affectionately known, to my blog, in a touring capacity, where he has featured in the latest book by Robbie Cheadle, and Kate Lynne Booth, Poetry Treasures.


A collection of poetry from the poet/author guests of Robbie Cheadle on the “Treasuring Poetry” blog series on Writing to be Read in 2020. Open the book and discover the poetry treasures of Sue Vincent, Geoff Le Pard, Frank Prem, Victoria (Tori) Zigler, Colleen M. Chesebro, K. Morris, Annette Rochelle Aben, Jude Kitya Itakali, and Roberta Eaton Cheadle.

Purchase links Poetry Treasures

Amazon US:

Amazon UK:

Oh, and there is a lovely little giveaway that you could take part in, too…

Follow the tour and leave a comment at each stop for a chance to win one of three digital copies of Poetry Treasures to be given away. (Winners will be randomly selected following the end of the tour.)

Anyway, here is the lovely Geoffles!

‘Let’s do the Three Peaks.’ 

I don’t remember who suggested it but there was pretty much universal agreement that this was the answer. The question had troubled us for a few days. We’d agreed to undertake a group challenge at work, to raise money via sponsorship for a charity. The question that vexed us was: ‘What challenge?’ 

Being a bunch of lawyers the sponsored silence was a common suggestion. We rose above the perceived slight with the nobility expected of our profession. A legal bake off caused heart flutters amongst some whose culinary skills ran to the speed dialed pizza delivery. The truth that soon became apparent was that the challenge would have to be a physical one. We might be the second oldest profession but the majority of its members employed at my firm were under forty. At this point I was the exception, weighing in at a crisp 52.

The Three Peaks takes its name from the three highest peaks, in each of England, Scotland and Wales. We call them mountains but those countries with seriously craggy rock walls covered in glacial ice might quibble. The challenge is to climb them all inside 24 hours. This involves not just the elevation but some ten kilometres of distance and an equally challenging 450 miles of driving between. To achieve the goal in daylight also limits you to mid-summer.

The first peak and the highest is the Scottish leviathan, Ben Nevis at a squidge over 4500 feet. Yes, I know, feet, not metres. But still…

I hadn’t expected to be inspired to write the poem. Poetry is an inspirational form of writing. It comes to me unannounced, whispering couplets and phrases, demanding I look anew at a prosaic action such as climbing uphill. I think the combination of the physical efforts, the glorious evening weather, the nerves induced by this being a timed challenge and not wanting to let down my colleagues by slowing them up, just as much as not wanting to let down the charity we were supporting combined to stimulate my poetical synapses. 

I remember sitting in the van, sucking down liquids and nursing my feet as we drove south in the increasing gloom of a Scottish evening. We needed to be in the North of England before 6 am, if we were to start Scarfell Pike, our English monster (yeah, yeah, 3200 feet and small change – it’s a lot, okay?) in time to make it across Wales for the final peak, Snowdon (or Yr Wyddfa as we are to know it, going forward, and no, I can no more pronounce it than I can explain Schrodinger’s Cat or explain the point of Prince Andrew). The other climbers were already sleeping but I felt wired. That bloody poem was nagging and niggling at me. I probably surprised our driver by putting on a head torch – we thought we might have to climb in the dark at some point – and begin writing. But poetry is no respecter of sleep. It, as much as the Three Peaks, is a challenge, and one I can never ignore.

The result? We smashed the challenge, finishing inside 23 hours.

The Poem?

You decide…

Ben Nevis

The summit sits alone, brooding.

It has to be aware we are coming and it can’t be pleased.

We sit and fiddle with our socks

Ironing seams with our fingers

Removing granite grit

And soothing away the terror and sweaty mist to come.

The incessant ring tone of midges pricks our ears

And disturbs our skin-deep musings.

We flap a little, alert to the next pass.

On goes a shoe; we tug at laces,

Tightening the knot in our stomachs.

Still not right.

Scotland’s Red Baron leads another wave,

Dive bombing our hairline,

Piercing soft exposed flesh, fracturing our temper and releasing a logarithm of pain.

We are distracted by corrugated socks, our defences are lowered

And the formation, delighted to pass through unimpeded,

Strikes the target and sucks the joy out of our walk.

The slope steepens as hopes tumble,

Horizons pile up, one on the next,

Crowding forward in their excitement.

We struggle on, the skies now clear of the air defence

But relief is as short as our breath;

Shattered lungs, gassed to shreds by effort.

And all the while the Troll in the hill slumbers;

Is he disturbed by our laboured tread?

Little irritating pinpricks distracting him from his quiet repose?

The weather is clear; squally showers pour down our faces

From the clouds in our hair, stinging our eyes with our own acid rain and drenching our 


Little drops of liquid midge, irritating and incessant.

We flick uselessly, trying to stem the flow. 

A moment’s relief and then another flood, one aggravation follows another.

The sun can’t set on this Leviathan we are climbing.

We stay on his back, avoiding his gaze, sure he must be wakening to our insistent feet.

He breathes out patches of slippery white, remnants of winter, to slow us down.

Any moment

He might rise up,


To swat at us,


We are so small he would miss most of us if he flapped.

We have no sharp proboscis to annoy, just our shoes, repetitive irritations

Cutting a path up his aged old back.

Would we cower and return to the fight, like midges, like sweat?

Or run like hell.

Author Info

Geoff Le Pard (not Geoffrey, except to his mother) was born in 1956 and is a lawyer who saw the light. He started writing (creatively) in 2006 following a summer school course. Being a course junkie, he had spells at Birkbeck College, twice at Arvon and most recently at Sheffield Hallam where he achieved an MA in Creative Writing. And what did he learn? That they are great fun, you meet wonderful people, but the best lessons come from the unexpected places. He has a line of books some published and some still waiting. Details of his work can be found on his blog, TanGental at where he writes about anything and everything. His aim is for each novel to be in a different style and genre. Most people have been nice about his writing (though when his brother’s dog peed on the manuscript he was editing, he did wonder) but he knows the skill is in seeking and accepting criticism. His career in the law helped prepare him. His first book of poetry, The Sincerest Form Of Poetry was published last year.

My Father and Other Liars is a thriller set in the near future and takes its heroes, Maurice and Lori-Ann on a helter-skelter chase across continents.


Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle is a coming of age story. Set in 1976 the hero Harry Spittle is home from university for the holidays. He has three goals: to keep away from his family, earn money and hopefully have sex. Inevitably his summer turns out to be very different to that anticipated.


In this, the second book in the Harry Spittle Sagas, it’s 1981 and Harry is training to be a solicitor. His private life is a bit of a mess and he’s far from convinced the law is for him. Then an old acquaintance from his hotel days appears demanding Harry write his will. When he dies somewhat mysteriously a few days later and leaves Harry in charge of sorting out his affairs, Harry soon realises this will be no ordinary piece of work. After all, his now deceased client inherited a criminal empire and several people are very interested in what is to become of it.

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The third instalment of the Harry Spittle Sagas moves on the 1987. Harry is now a senior lawyer with a well-regarded City of London firm, aspiring to a partnership. However, one evening Harry finds the head of the Private Client department dead over his desk, in a very compromising situation. The senior partner offers to sort things out, to avoid Harry embarrassment but soon matters take a sinister turn and Harry is fighting for his career, his freedom and eventually his life as he wrestles with dilemma on dilemma. Will Harry save the day? Will he save himself? C:\Users\Geoff\Pictures\Booms + Busts_FINAL FRONT_KDP Cover.jpg

Life in a Grain of Sand is a 30 story anthology covering many genres: fantasy, romance, humour, thriller, espionage, conspiracy theories, MG and indeed something for everyone. All the stories were written during Nano 2015 


Salisbury Square is a dark thriller set in present day London where a homeless woman and a Polish man, escaping the police at home, form an unlikely alliance to save themselves. 

This is available here 


Buster & Moo is about about two couples and the dog whose ownership passes from one to the other. When the couples meet, via the dog, the previously hidden cracks in their relationships surface and events begin to spiral out of control. If the relationships are to survive there is room for only one hero but who will that be?

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Life in a Flash is a set of super short fiction, flash and micro fiction that should keep you engaged and amused for ages. 


Apprenticed To My Mother describes the period after my father died when I thought I was to play the role of dutiful son, while Mum wanted a new, improved version of her husband – a sort of Desmond 2.0. We both had a lot to learn in those five years, with a lot of laughs and a few tears as we went.

Life in a Conversation is an anthology of short and super short fiction that explores connections through humour, speech and everything besides. If you enjoy the funny, the weird and the heart-rending then you’ll be sure to find something here.

When Martin suggests to Pete and Chris that they spend a week walking, the Cotswolds Way, ostensibly it’s to help Chris overcome the loss of his wife, Diane. Each of them, though, has their own agenda and, as the week progresses, cracks in their friendship widen with unseen and horrifying consequences.C:\Users\Geoff\Pictures\Walking Into Trouble_KDP Cover.jpg

Famous poets reimagined, sonnets of all kinds, this poerty selection has something for all tastes, from the funny, to the poignant to the thought-provoking and always written with love and passion.

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Geoff Le Pard’s Amazon Author Page

Shh… It’s Our Secret by @Lizzie_Chantree #BlogTour

I am excited to be handing my blog over to the wonderfully talented Lizzie Chantree, today, to let you know about her new release!

Shh… It’s Our Secret, by Lizzie Chantree

Thank you for inviting me onto your beautiful blog today and for the amazing support of the
launch of my latest book!
Shh… It’s Our Secret, is about a shy woman called Violet, who is trying to silence her inner
critic and step out of the shadows. Her best friends and sister support her, but she feels like
they don’t see the real her, or understand that she has ambitions of her own and skills that
could help them all.
To them, she is reliable, slightly dull and not very talented, but she is hiding a secret that
could blow this theory sky high. Violet will have to eliminate old demons, learn to stand up
for herself and show the world who she really is.

Book Blurb:
Violet has a secret that could change the lives of everyone she knows and loves, especially
the regulars at the run-down café bar where she works. After losing her parents at a young
age, they are the closest thing she has to a family and she feels responsible for them.
Kai is a jaded music producer who has just moved outside of town. Seeking solitude from
the stress of his job, he’s looking for seclusion. The only problem is he can’t seem to escape
the band members and songwriters who keep showing up at his house.
When Kai wanders into the bar and Violet’s life, he accidently discovers her closely guarded
secret. Can Kai help her rediscover her self-confidence or should some secrets remain

I was honoured to read an arc of the book, and I really enjoyed it! Here’s my review.

Shh… It’s Our Secret by Lizzie Chantree
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Shh… Can I tell you a secret?
I finished this in a day!
I have read several of Lizzie Chantree’s books already, she is an extremely versatile author, and this book is another little gem in her book jewels.
Violet loves to sing. She has since she was young, but the joy of singing ends when her parents pass away.
Since then, she’s hidden her talent, singing in secret, and succumbed to an awful relationship. The only silver lining in the cloud that is her life is the cafe she works at, and the family she has built from her regular customers.
Life takes a huge turn when music producer Kai walks into the cafe and hears her voice.
All in all, an enjoyable read, quick and easy, and the happy ending we all want!
Many thanks to NetGalley and BHC Press for an ARC in exchange for an honest opinion.

Purchase here.

International bestselling author and award-winning inventor, Lizzie
Chantree, started her own business at the age of 18 and became one of
Fair Play London and The Patent Office’s British Female Inventors of the
Year in 2000. She discovered her love of writing fiction when her children
were little and now works as a business mentor and runs a popular
networking hour on social media, where creatives can support to each
other. She writes books full of friendship and laughter, that are about
women with unusual and adventurous businesses, who are far stronger
than they realise. She lives with her family on the coast in Essex. Visit her
website at or follow her on Twitter
Short bio:
International bestselling author Lizzie Chantree, started her own business
at the age of 18 and became one of Fair Play London and The Patent
Office’s British Female Inventors of the Year. She writes books full of
friendship and laughter, about women with unusual businesses, who are
stronger than they realise.

Book links: Lizzie Chantree.
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