My Review

This one tickled my funny bone!

Museum director, Clara Swift loves her job, home, family and friends, but secretly wishes for a fairytale romance like her parents had.

The problem is; she either falls for the wrong type of guy, or her rescue cat, Casper, scares away any promising prospects- what’s a girl to do?

When Casper almost gets run down by a grumpy professor, Clara rushes him to the local vet and meets the man of her dreams (or so she thinks). Josh is movie star handsome, funny, and best of all, Casper adores him. With that seal of approval, she falls head over heels for the sexy doctor. The only fly in the ointment is the annoying, but cute in a nerdy way, professor who keeps showing up with sarcastic advice.

When Adam (the professor) helps Clara out of a sticky situation at work, it changes her opinion of him and they become friends and confidants. All would be well in her world, if only she could stop thinking about Adam at the most inappropriate times!

This is a fun romantic comedy about missing what was right there all along. I give Ten Things My Cat Hates About You 4 lovely kisses!

“I voluntarily read an ARC of this book which was provided by the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.”

I’m pleased to host Jaye Marie and her new release, Silent Payback. This looks like a must-read!

About Silent Payback

A city on edge – a detective on shaky ground…

A serial killer roams the streets of Brighton, hunting for his next victim.

When the case lands on detective David Mallory’s desk, will his personal demon prevent him from bringing this vicious monster to justice?

As the body count rises, Mallory finds himself sinking under the weight of his heavy secret – one that could jeopardise his job and his reputation.

With the pressure building, can the troubled detective reconcile his issues and solve the case, before more women die?

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Excerpt

Chapter 19

After leaving the police station, the interview kept replaying in Will’s mind. When they had questioned him after his mother-in-law went missing it had been informal, with simple, run of the mill questions, all polite and respectful. Today had been different.

The man in charge of the interview made his opinions clear, and almost accused him outright of killing his wife and her mother too. Poor Julie, how she would have laughed about that. He missed her sense of humour and the way she always found something to laugh at.

It was a great pity she had ruined everything by insisting on bringing that dreadful woman into their home. He tried to remember if she had found anything funny about that day and couldn’t. His anger filled his mind again, and he couldn’t remember anything else. Had she laughed, cried, tried to reason with him?

His memory struggled, then moved on to the day she had waited for him in the University car park. She had tried to talk to him, failed to apologise and quickly became angry when he wouldn’t cooperate.

Will thought back to the barely concealed accusations, wondering why they seemed to blame him for Julie’s death. He wished they would explain their reasons. Why were they so convinced he had something to do with it? Or was it because they couldn’t find anyone else?

Up until now, he had dismissed their attitude; sure they would move on once they found out who did kill them. This last interview, which had felt like an inquisition, had unnerved him. They seemed hell-bent on pinning both deaths on him, and he had no idea how to convince them he was innocent.

His mind moved on again, and he thought about Agatha Blackstone.

That woman had always hated him. He couldn’t think why as he had tried to be respectful and follow her rules. The mother of one of his students had started the decline in his popularity, demolishing any respect Blackstone may have had for him when he was accused of improper conduct with her daughter. This was the first time anyone had attacked his carefully acquired reputation, and when Blackstone had taken the mother’s side against him, the downward slide had begun.

When the mother turned up dead, no one had visited him making all kinds of accusations. Logically, he thought, wouldn’t he have killed the daughter too if that was the kind of person he was?

About the Author

Jaye Marie is affectionately known as the giant redwood, probably because she is very tall, but also because of her love for trees. Most afternoons she can be found repotting or taking care of her bonsai collection, but her love of detective mysteries soon brings her back indoors. She has written three fiction novels in this genre, Nine Lives, Out of Time and Crossfire and is looking forward to publishing Silent Payback, her fourth book.

She spends any free time learning everything she can about self-publishing, and despite all the obstacles, she never gives up on anything and is as stubborn as a mule. She also shares a website http://jenanita01.com with Anita Dawes…

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Top Five Quotes From Books I Love

I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.

In Harmony- Emma Scott

I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.

Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan

His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.

Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.

Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis

Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.

Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray