Three Day Three Quote Challenge – Day Three (2017)

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Please enjoy the third quote:

“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”
– Albert Einstein

 

The rules are simply to post a favourite quote every day for three days, and pass on the challenge to three other bloggers.

You are all invited to join the fun.  🍀🍀🍀

 

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Three Day Three Quote Challenge – Day Two (2017)

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Please enjoy the second quote:

“Be kind, don’t judge, and have respect for others. If we can all do this, the world would be a better place. The point is to teach this to the next generation.”
– Jasmine Guinness

 

The rules are simply to post a favourite quote every day for three days, and pass on the challenge to three other bloggers.

You are all invited to join the fun!  🍀🍀🍀

 

Three Day Three Quote Challenge – Day One (2017)

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Dear friends and readers, you most certainly remember this challenge. I consider it time to start a new one.

Rules of the Challenge

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  • Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days on your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, song, movie, or from anyone who inspires you.
  • Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.
Serenity is the balance between good and bad, life and death, horrors and pleasures. Life is, as it were, defined by death. If there wasn’t death of things, then there wouldn’t be any life to celebrate.
– Norman Davies

 

The rules are simply to post a favourite quote every day for three days, and pass on the challenge to three other bloggers.

My nominees:

You are all invited – I am looking forward to reading what you come up with.  🍀🍀🍀

 

 

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Blessed Mayhem (The Mayhem Series, #2) by Sue Coletta #RBRT #BookReview @SueColetta1

 

The author sent me an ARC of this book (mobi format) in exchange for an honest review (member of Rosie’s Book Review Team).

My rating:  ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Plot
(by Goodreads)

A chance encounter …a deadly predicament …a lethal decision.

The infamous Mr. Mayhem is not your average serial killer. Reminiscent of the beloved Hannibal Lecter, minus his thirst for flesh—because eating humans is just plain rude—Mr. Mayhem storms on the scene with style, grace, elegance, and a zest for life unlike any other. Impeccable manners also help. He may commit murder, but there’s no reason to be impolite about it.

Accompanied by his loyal crow companions, Poe, Allan, and Edgar, his crimes strike fear in the hearts and minds of folks across Massachusetts’ North Shore. When Shawnee Daniels—cat burglar extraordinaire and forensic hacker for the police—meets Mayhem in the dark, she piques his curiosity. Sadly for her, she leaves behind an item best left undiscovered. Or is it serendipity by design?

Color him curious, but he yearns to examine the psychology behind her life choices, tough girl routine, witty banter, and unique double-life. In a different time and place they may even become friends. But unfortunately, their predicament defines the risk.

The stakes are too high to stop now.

For reasons authorities cannot fathom, these seemingly unrelated murders will go down in history as the most impressive killing regime of all time. His coup de grâce, if you will. Even if it means permanently erasing Ms. Daniels from the equation. All the pieces are there if the authorities look hard enough. The question is, will they? The only new wrinkle is Shawnee Daniels, and she may be his toughest opponent yet …if she’s clever enough to play the game.

Genre(s): Kindle eBooks > Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
> Thrillers > Crime
Books > Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
> Thrillers & Suspense > Crime > Serial Killers
> Thrillers & Suspense > Crime > Murder
Series: The Mayhem Series, #2
Length: 260 pages
Release date: 2017-08-09

Teaser


“That’s my good boy.”

As he admired his handiwork, he enjoyed his celebratory cigarette. Drag after drag he leaned against a tree, staring at the glorious sight while Poe gorged on honeydew melon, cherries, cantaloupe, and tangerine.

With this murder scene, he really outdid himself.


My Opinion

This book introduces you to Shawnee Daniels, still leading a double life and – being immune to feedback is suboptimal when a serial killer is near.

With Blessed Mayhem, Sue Coletta has once again created an incredibly chilling thriller with a stubborn young woman stalked by a serial killer. It is a very compelling read, inevitably drawing you in as the story proceeds. Sue Coletta paints a clear picture of the main characters’ mindsets – making the readers acquainted with them – while the story evolves. I was drawn rather close to Shawnee (despite her stubbornness) and Levaughn. The main characters are very complex – three-dimensional, believable with their flaws and virtues; sometimes too believable for comfort. The story is cleverly elaborated and has a great flow. Sue Coletta’s thorough research shows; you find proof throughout the story.

This is a book for you if you like psychological suspense, thrillers with serial killers, stubborn characters, food for thought, and if you are a fan of excellently researched topics.

Highly recommended – enjoy the thrill!

In brief:

Cover ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Writing ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Plot ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Characters ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Mood Suspenseful
Pace Fast
POV First person – past tense
Language 😳
Violence 😳 – 😡
Sexual content 😳

 

About the author

Member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers, Sue Coletta is the author of Wings of Mayhem (Crossroad Press), MARRED (Tirgearr Publishing), The Rendering, Crime Writer’s Research, and 60 Ways to Murder Your Characters.

A multi-published author in numerous anthologies, her forensics articles have appeared in InSinC Quarterly; her flash fiction in OOTG Flash Fiction Offensive, One Hundred Voices (Centum Publishing), and in the upcoming dark fiction anthology, RUN.

In addition to her popular crime resource blog, Sue’s the communications manager for the Serial Killer Project and Forensic Science, and founder of #ACrimeChat on Twitter.

You can learn more about Sue and her books at:  www.suecoletta.com

 

Connect with the author:


Please take a look at my statement on reading in My train of thoughts on …reading.  Now I am asking you.  🙂

My questions for you bibliophiles:
What about you?  What did you think about Blessed Mayhem?  Or – if you did not yet read Blessed Mayhem – are you now interested in reading it yourself?

I am looking forward to reading your comments.  🙂

Karen_RBRT

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10 Statements – Annika Perry

Although writing has always been a lifetime passion for Annika, her route to full-time writing has been circuitous and she formerly worked within journalism and the timber trade before severe illness and motherhood gave her an opportunity to pursue her dream.

Annika’s First Prize win in the ‘Writing Magazine’ short story competition was the much needed impetus and confidence booster for her to complete the first novel, ‘Island Girl’, which is currently in the final editing stages. Annika is also working on the last edits of her first short story collection which she hopes to self-publish very soon.

As well as writing, Annika is an avid reader (a world without books is unimaginable for her), a keen gardener, walker and she enjoys travel (in spite of her well-documented fear of flying!)

For the past two years blogging has become an important part of her life and she deeply values the friendships formed here on WP via the warm encouraging and uplifting comments. She lives in the South East of England with her husband and teenage son.

Find me…

Website:  https://annikaperry.com/
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AnnikaPerry68
 

My personal motto:

The following quotes from ‘Illusions’ by Richard Bach have often have often been the keystone in Annika’s life, giving her strength in face of adversity and courage when faced with new challenges.

“The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while, and watch your answers change.”

“Argue for your limitations and sure enough, they’re yours.”

“You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.”

 

10 statements
  1. A typical (work) day begins with…  a delicious bowl of cereal, granola, berries and fruit yoghurt in the sunlit living room!
  2. I lose track of time when reading, writing, blogging.
  3. I have always… been true to myself, often at a personal price.
  4. I have never… smoked.
  5. Home means to me… being with my family in a cosy safe environment where I can totally relax and unwind.
  6. I am inspired by… my mother whose strong, positive and loving spirit never wavers and whose trust and belief in life seems unconquerable.
  7. I would like to meet… my Mormor (maternal grandmother) again. I often imagine sitting down to chat with her, give her hugs and most of all introduce her to my son, let her listen to him playing the piano – they are so alike in many ways and I know she would love him so.
  8. My worst character trait… is being a bit of a perfectionist! I can come across as rather impatient at times.
  9. My best character trait… is my loyalty and faithfulness to friends and family and ability to listen and empathise with others.
  10. The best advice I was given… “Believe in yourself, you’re strong.”

 

Extract from ‘The Whiteout Years’ by Annika Perry…one of the short stories featured in her soon-to-be published collection:

Out of the blackness Carl spotted the sign for the village. Two kilometres. His fifth year here and the road felt as familiar as the one he drove every day to work. How could that be? How could he feel so at home in a place he’d visited so infrequently?

He started to in shock, eyes blinded by a kaleidoscopic sheet of colour. Blinking, he saw more rainfalls of brilliant reds, whites, purples high in the sky. Another rocket swerved to the right, evaporating high up in the dark. Firework upon firework followed. Carl was late, the plane had been delayed and it must already be midnight. The start of a new year. As he drew closer to the village Carl saw that it had excelled itself. Now he could hear the distant
thunder of the rockets, the odd whoops of delight from the crowd.

Three years since his last moments with Karin. Three years since days, weeks, months, years ceased to matter. Her parent’s had survived their loss; he never knew how. At their insistence Carl came every year to visit them. Whilst he held himself responsible for the accident, they had taken it upon themselves to save him. A lost cause, he told them repeatedly. He’d tried to escape their care and concern – to no avail. So, here he was again. Late.

Suddenly a wall of brown appeared in his lights. Large eyes gleamed in the headlights and instinctively Carl slammed on the brakes. The car spun to the side and with a smash it stopped; then suddenly it lifted and twisted up into the air before landing on its roof with a cushioned thud. Outside Carl heard the sound of an injured animal, the pained barking of an elk. As the car spun slowly, Carl saw the huge animal steady itself, before sheepishly trekking into the trees.

He heard her breaths next to him, the harsh rasping and puffs of warm air upon his cheek. Tiny wisps of vapour floated in front of his face, warmth meeting cold. Carl started to shake, then thought of Karin and reached out to her, to protect her. The seat was empty. It was all wrong. Where was she? Wasn’t she driving? Why was he in the driver’s seat? She must have escaped? Gone to get help? He heard her voice in the distance, “Keep safe! Live.”

“Karin!” Carl shouted her name until his voice was hoarse, quaking with the cold. His hand, blue and black, fought to release the seat-belt buckle. Karin, he had to find her.

She was driving, laughing, singing away as they took an unknown short cut to her parents. He should have said no. He should have told her to slow down. Be sensible. No, he had told her, she’d shouted back. “Sensible is not living, this is!” and with that she’d turned the wheel first one way and then the other, skidding round and round. He’d been furious, his temper frayed with fear. Seeing this, Karin had thrown herself around his neck, nestled her face into his neck, kissing him, comforting, all the time muttering, “Sorry, sorry.”

After a while the car chilled and conscious of the time and the fireworks display, they set off. “Please, Carl, sensible is okay but remember to live, to live wildly, madly. Promise me.”

“Wildly, madly,” the words echoed in his mind, around him. “Please live…” the silent voice begged of him.