D.I. Marnie Rome is back with her most complex case to date.

Two young boys.
Trapped underground in a bunker.
Unable to understand why they are there.
Desperate for someone to find them.
Slowly realising that no-one will…

Five years later, the boys’ bodies are found and the most difficult case of DI Marnie Rome’s career begins.

Her only focus is the boys. She has to find out who they are and what happened to them.

For Marnie, there is no other darkness than this…

This is the second book in the D.I. Marnie Rome series by Sarah Hilary. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I really liked the cover and you all know I love the crime genre so picked it up and started reading. This book follows D.I. Rome’s investigation into the death of two very young boys who were found in a bunker five years after they were put in there. I expected this to be in the same field as almost all the other crime books I read – twisty and turny with an ending leaving me satisfied because the baddie got caught. What I didn’t expect was for it to be so clever, for each plot twist to leave me gripped and surprised.

View Full Post

I have no idea how I hadn’t picket up an Ian Rankin novel before but this is the first one I have read. It isn’t the first his very popular Rebus series – in fact it’s number 15 but that was something I did on purpose wanting to see if I could get into the book without knowing any of the past or backstory.

An illegal immigrant is found murdered in an Edinburgh housing scheme. Rebus is drawn into the case, but has other problems: his old police station has closed for business, and his masters want him to retire. But Rebus is stubborn. As he investigates, he must visit an asylum seekers’ detention centre, deal with the sleazy Edinburgh underworld, and maybe even fall in love…

Siobhan meanwhile has problems of her own. A teenager has disappeared and Siobhan must help the family, which means getting close to a convicted rapist. Then there’s the small matter of the two skeletons found buried beneath a cellar floor in Fleshmarket Close. An elaborate stunt – but whose, and for what purpose? And how can it tie to the murder on the housing-scheme known as Knoxland?

View Full Post

‘I abhorred weakness of any kind but most particularly in my tea.’

I first started reading Deanna Raybourn’s books when I was in University (back when Facebook wasn’t really a thing). I just happened to be in a Waterstones bookshop in the crime section (my love of crime goes way back, way, way back) and saw a book with an interesting cover and blurb. Since then I have read everything she has written but this, A Curious Beginning is the first in a brand new series and I was a little  cautious. Could Victoria Speedwell be as dear to be as Lady Julia Grey has become? Would I enjoy’s Victoria’s adventures as much as I enjoyed Lady Julia’s?

The answer to both of them is a emphatic yes.

View Full Post

London always plays a central part in Christopher Fowler’s Bryant & May detective stories and this new collection of Christmas short stories is no different. These books show London at its quirky best but there are times when I wonder just how much is real and how much is made up. Turns out one of Christopher Fowler’s friends asked him that very thing. When I was reading what happened next (in the introduction) I knew I wanted to know more and was over the moon when Christopher Fowler elaborated on what exactly happened in the pub he took his friend too….

So, the criticism levelled at me by a reader was that my books were ‘too quirky to be realistic’. I took him to my local pub, the King Charles I in King’s Cross. It sometimes hosted the Nude Alpine Climbing Challenge, which involved traversing the saloon dressed only in a coil of rope and crampons, never touching the floor. I saw the photos and they aren’t pretty!

The pub was always either packed or closed, according to some mysterious timetable that the landlord Ben kept in his head. On that particular night everyone in the place had a ukulele. It was heaving, and what appeared to be a stuffed moose head or possible the top half of a deformed donkey was lying on the bar billiards table. The owner was attempting to attach it on the wall in place of a barometer, ‘from where,’ he said, ‘it can gaze across to the gazelle opposite with a loving look in its eyes’.
 The pub has the world’s oddest jukebox with a selection of music that seems to have been chosen by sticking a pin into some kind of popular music catalogue of the 20th century.

While we were supping our beers, a man reached past my companion for a giant, well-thumbed volume. ‘Let me pass you the telephone directory’, my friend offered. ‘No mate,’ the drinker replied, ‘this is the pub dictionary. It gets a lot more use in here than a phone book.’ The crowd started playing the theme from ‘Star Wars’ on their ukuleles, led by Uke Skywalker. And then Iain Banks wandered in. Banks and my mate got into an argument about quantum physics, and I realised then how much of a geek Ian was. The pub is a mix of bohos, no-hopers, art students, barflys and grumbling old gits. There is a real fire and the tiniest men’s loo I’ve ever seen. There are altogether too many stags’ heads, and a stained-glass window of someone who may or may not be one of the Everly Brothers. Sometimes Joanne Harris comes in for a drink. It’s a tiny pub, yet they have bands playing – most recently a kind of feminist bluegrass hillbilly folk outfit. You can usually go in there and have a good row with a total stranger – and you’re allowed to order takeaways from the neighbourhood.

After realising all of this, my friend concluded that perhaps I had not exaggerated the books’ quirkiness after all…   View Full Post


Erin Fallon is the eldest daughter of an Irish immigrant who took his family to a small town on the Lancashire/Cumbria border for what he believed to be a better life. It was what her mother wanted, but once she got it, it wasn’t enough. She had to have more. Leonard Fitch is an eminent neurosurgeon. His mother was never satisfied either, and her constant demands led to his father being killed in a motor accident. Leonard loved his father; he was the only person to treat him with kindness and affection. He hated his mother but could never stand up to her. Tormented and ridiculed throughout his childhood, Leonard swore to exact revenge on womankind in general, but mothers in particular. At a secluded lodge in the depths of Bleazedale Forest, for four years he carries out the most abominable atrocities with impunity. He takes girls on their birthday and keeps them holed up for a full twelve months before killing them and sending their mothers a birthday card with a picture of their beloved little girl, dead and with their severed feet placed either side of their head.

When I was given the chance to read this book I was excited –  just have a read of that blurb! My full review is under the cut as well as details of everyone else involved in the blog tour. Enjoy (and then get the book)!

View Full Post