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		<title>11 Missed Calls by Elizabeth Carpenter &#8211; Extract!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2018 07:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>I put the key into our front door, and remember the letter hidden in Jack’s wallet. I have spent the past week worrying about it, but barely thought of it today. Does that mean I don’t care about him any more? I need to confront him, but that would mean admitting I was snooping again. I can’t have him think I’m not coping. It can’t be like last time. I nearly lost everything.</p>
<p>I let Sophie in through the door before me. She looks so small in her little grey school pinafore – her cute little legs. I can’t lose my little girl; I must keep it together – pretend everything is okay.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4133" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>The New Girl by Ingrid Alexandra &#8211; Guest Post</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2018 07:02:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><img data-attachment-id="4138" data-permalink="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?attachment_id=4138" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?fit=226%2C346&#38;ssl=1" data-orig-size="226,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&#34;aperture&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;credit&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;camera&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;caption&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;created_timestamp&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;copyright&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;focal_length&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;iso&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;shutter_speed&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;title&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;orientation&#34;:&#34;0&#34;}" data-image-title="nnewg" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?fit=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?fit=226%2C346&#38;ssl=1" class="alignleft  wp-image-4138" src="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?resize=210%2C321&#038;ssl=1" alt="" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?resize=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1 196w, https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?resize=157%2C240&#38;ssl=1 157w, https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/nnewg.jpg?w=226&#38;ssl=1 226w" sizes="(max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px" data-recalc-dims="1" />Summary</strong></span></p>
<h2>You’ve only just met.<br />
But she already knows you so well.</h2>
<p>When Rachel moves into the spare room in Mary’s flat, everyone is quick to jump to the conclusion that there’s something strange about her. Everyone apart from Mary.</p>
<p>And when Rachel starts sleepwalking, the flatmates’ fears grow. But there’s something about the new girl that Mary can’t help but trust, and having recently escaped a toxic relationship, she needs the support.</p>
<p>Rachel becomes a friend and an ally, and Mary soon discovers that they have more in common than she ever could have imagined.</p>
<p><strong>In fact, Rachel seems to know more about Mary than she knows about herself…</strong></p>
<p>A <strong>twisty and unnerving psychological thriller</strong>, perfect for fans of Erin Kelly’s <em>He Said, She Said</em> and Laura Marshall’s <em>Friend Request</em>.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4137" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>10 Random Things About The Eye of the Storm Series &#8211; Written by Author Dianna Hardy</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2018 21:48:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>10 Random Things About the Eye of the Storm series by Dianna Hardy</strong></span></p>
<p>1) There&#8217;s a scene in book one, Releasing The Wolf, where Lydia&#8217;s drug addict neighbour shows Brendan how to to break into her bedsit with a credit card. This was taken from something that actually happened to me. I also lived in a &#8216;flat 4&#8217; in Guildford, and I locked myself out one day. My &#8220;helpful&#8221; neighbour (I don&#8217;t know if he was a drug addict, but I had my suspicions) whipped out his credit card and opened the door for me. Needless to say, I didn&#8217;t always sleep well at night in &#8216;flat 4&#8217;!&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4141" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>A Summer Scandal by Kat French &#8211; Extract!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2018 11:48:57 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>They worked solidly for the rest of the week, cleaning and scrubbing until their arms ached and their knees complained. Even Barty got in on the action, paying regular visits to see how things were coming along. They hadn’t put the word out officially about the pier’s new use for fear of incurring the early wrath of Cal’s mother – it would all be grist to her mill when it came to her proposed compulsory purchase application, and therefore best kept on a need-to-know basis until they were ready to open. Word, it would seem though, got round as far as Melvin and Linda Williams, Swallow Beach’s resident sex therapists.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4125" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>Summer on the Little Cornish Isles by Phillipa Ashley &#8211; Extract</title>
		<link>https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4120</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2018 11:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img data-attachment-id="4121" data-permalink="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?attachment_id=4121" data-orig-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?fit=326%2C500&#38;ssl=1" data-orig-size="326,500" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&#34;aperture&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;credit&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;camera&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;caption&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;created_timestamp&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;copyright&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;focal_length&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;iso&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;shutter_speed&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;title&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;orientation&#34;:&#34;0&#34;}" data-image-title="summeron" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?fit=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?fit=326%2C500&#38;ssl=1" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-4121" src="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?resize=196%2C300&#038;ssl=1" alt="" srcset="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?resize=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1 196w, https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?resize=156%2C240&#38;ssl=1 156w, https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/summeron.jpg?w=326&#38;ssl=1 326w" sizes="(max-width: 196px) 100vw, 196px" data-recalc-dims="1" /><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Extract</strong></span></p>
<p>It was so humid and still that even the bunting hung limply. In contrast, Poppy’s own dark brown hair, which she’d blow-dried that morning, had curled into tendrils in the warm, moist air. She’d tried to tame it earlier while visiting the pub toilets and given up. Despite the sunscreen, her nose was pink and her cheeks were dusted in tiny freckles. Oh well, she was on holiday. She took a few sips from her bottle of water and stepped a little closer to the door. That cool interior was so inviting …</p>
<p>‘I doubt if you buying a set of coasters is going to keep the whole economy of Scilly going,’ said Dan with a world-weary grumble.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4120" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>Her Name was Rose by Claire Allan &#8211; Guest Post!</title>
		<link>https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4129</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2018 11:51:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img data-attachment-id="4130" data-permalink="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?attachment_id=4130" data-orig-file="https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?fit=226%2C346&#38;ssl=1" data-orig-size="226,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&#34;aperture&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;credit&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;camera&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;caption&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;created_timestamp&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;copyright&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;focal_length&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;iso&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;shutter_speed&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;title&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;orientation&#34;:&#34;0&#34;}" data-image-title="rose" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?fit=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?fit=226%2C346&#38;ssl=1" class="alignleft  wp-image-4130" src="https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?resize=256%2C392&#038;ssl=1" alt="" srcset="https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?resize=196%2C300&#38;ssl=1 196w, https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?resize=157%2C240&#38;ssl=1 157w, https://i2.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/rose.jpg?w=226&#38;ssl=1 226w" sizes="(max-width: 256px) 100vw, 256px" data-recalc-dims="1" /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Summary</strong></span></p>
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<p><strong>‘AMAZING. I read it in one go. I was totally hooked.’ MARIAN KEYES</strong></p>
<p><strong>‘Utterly addictive. Compulsive, twisty, tense.’ CLAIRE DOUGLAS, author of Local Girl Missing</strong></p>
<p><strong>Her name was Rose. You watched her die. And her death has created a vacancy. </strong></p>
<p>When Emily lets a stranger step out in front of her, she never imagines that split second will change her life. But after Emily watches a car plough into the young mother – killing her instantly – she finds herself unable to move on.</p>
<p>And then she makes a decision she can never take back.</p>
<p>Because Rose had everything Emily had ever dreamed of.</p>&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4129" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>The Mum Who&#8217;d Had Enough &#8211; Extract!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2018 07:11:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img data-attachment-id="4099" data-permalink="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?attachment_id=4099" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?fit=735%2C1102&#38;ssl=1" data-orig-size="735,1102" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&#34;aperture&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;credit&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;camera&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;caption&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;created_timestamp&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;copyright&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;focal_length&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;iso&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;shutter_speed&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;title&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;orientation&#34;:&#34;0&#34;}" data-image-title="thumbnail_The mum who&#8217;d blog tour" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?fit=200%2C300&#38;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?fit=683%2C1024&#38;ssl=1" class="alignleft  wp-image-4099" src="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?resize=279%2C419&#038;ssl=1" alt="" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?resize=200%2C300&#38;ssl=1 200w, https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&#38;ssl=1 683w, https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?resize=160%2C240&#38;ssl=1 160w, https://i0.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_The-mum-whod-blog-tour.jpg?w=735&#38;ssl=1 735w" sizes="(max-width: 279px) 100vw, 279px" data-recalc-dims="1" /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Extract</strong></span></p>
<p>The sky is a clear pale blue and streaked with gauzy clouds, the air cool on this bright May morning. We live on the edge of Hesslevale, a thriving and popular West Yorkshire town nestling in a lush green valley. There are numerous charming restaurants, pubs and a cinema, and the former textile mills now house artists’ studios and craft workshops. We are lucky to live here … aren’t we? At least, I always believed we were pretty happy and sorted, and that my wife thought so too.</p>
<p>I peer hopefully up and down our street, willing an only slightly miffed (or perhaps even contrite) Sinead to be walking towards me.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4098" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>Stalker by Lisa Stone &#8211; Extract!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2018 07:05:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><img data-attachment-id="4096" data-permalink="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?attachment_id=4096" data-orig-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?fit=735%2C1102&#38;ssl=1" data-orig-size="735,1102" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&#34;aperture&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;credit&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;camera&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;caption&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;created_timestamp&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;copyright&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;focal_length&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;iso&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;shutter_speed&#34;:&#34;0&#34;,&#34;title&#34;:&#34;&#34;,&#34;orientation&#34;:&#34;0&#34;}" data-image-title="stalker" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?fit=200%2C300&#38;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?fit=683%2C1024&#38;ssl=1" class="alignleft  wp-image-4096" src="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?resize=255%2C383&#038;ssl=1" alt="" srcset="https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?resize=200%2C300&#38;ssl=1 200w, https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?resize=683%2C1024&#38;ssl=1 683w, https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?resize=160%2C240&#38;ssl=1 160w, https://i1.wp.com/fictionfascination.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/stalker.jpg?w=735&#38;ssl=1 735w" sizes="(max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px" data-recalc-dims="1" />Extract</strong></span></p>
<p>Derek Flint sat in his smart blue van bearing the logo of his company and, with mounting anticipation, surveyed the house and street. He’d already checked out the area on Google satellite map and street view as he did all the properties he was asked to visit – no doubt the thieves probably had too. The amount of information available on the Internet was astounding, and frightening if it got in the wrong hands. But it made his job that much easier, and very likely that of the thieves as well.</p>
<p>His expert eye noted that one of their neighbours had the full works from a rival security firm.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4095" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>The World is Never Enough by Sarah Donohue &#8211; Guest Post!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2018 09:38:18 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><span id="freeText14890696488129888819">This is the action packed story of a female racing driver and stuntwoman who lives life on the edge and enjoys every extreme moment of it&#8230; A thrill-seeker by day and glamorous showgirl by night, Sarah Donohue believes in living out her dreams and living life to the full bringing colour and laughter to the lives of everyone around her.</span></p>
<p>Even after a high-speed powerboat crash putting her on a life-support machine, Sarah didn&#8217;t let dying for four minutes or a face held together by titanium plates dampen her spirits. The crash was documented as one of the worst crashes seen in powerboat racings history yet Sarah returned back to racing with BBC&#8217;s &#8216;999&#8217; and &#8216;Ripley&#8217;s Believe It or Not&#8217; hiring her as the stuntwoman to re-enact her own near fatal experience.&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4116" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></p>]]></description>
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		<title>Forgotten Guide to Happiness by Sophie Jenkins &#8211; Guest Post!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2018 07:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><strong>’WONDERFULLY UPLIFTING’ Trisha Ashley</strong></p>
<p><em><strong>Sometimes, happiness can be found where you least expect it…</strong></em></p>
<p>Twenty-eight-year-old Lana Green has never been good at making friends. She’s perfectly happy to be left alone with her books. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself.</p>
<p>Nancy Ellis Hall was once a celebrated writer. Now eighty, she lives alone in her North London house, and thinks she’s doing just fine. But dementia is loosening Nancy’s grip on the world.</p>
<p>When Lana and Nancy become unconventional house mates, their lives will change in ways they never expected. But can an unusual friendship rescue two women who don’t realise they need to be saved?</p>&#8230; <a href="https://fictionfascination.co.uk/?p=4090" class="read-more">Read more >>></a></div>]]></description>
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