Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Hell to Pay and the Crime Files series

For May 26th 2015

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(Crime Files Book series)
by Jenny Thomson
Hell to Pay (Crime Files Book 1) Out April 28th
Throwaways (Crime Files Book 2) Out May 12th
Don’t Come for Me (Crime Files Book 3) Out May 26th
Genre: #MysteryThriller
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Introducing the Crime Files

The Crime Files features tough rape survivor Nancy Kerr and her smoking hot ex-Special Forces boyfriend Tommy McIntyre. Together they investigate cases that nobody will touch – often for no payment – putting themselves in danger.

Jenny Thomson came up with the idea for the Crime Files because she was angry reading about women who were the victims of awful crimes who never get justice. The intrepid duo of Nancy and Tommy try and make sure that doesn’t happen.

Synopsis – Hell To Pay (Crime Files Book 1)

Nancy Kerr refuses to be a victim—even when she walks in on her parents’ killers and is raped and left for dead…

Fourteen months later, Nancy wakes up in a psychiatric hospital with no knowledge of how she got there.

Slowly, her memory starts to return.

Released from the institution, she has just one thing on her mind—two men brought hell to her family home.

Now they’re in for some hell of their own…

Extract from Hell to Pay

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO GET REVENGE? Check out a teaser for Hell to Pay (Crime Files #1) http://ramblingsofafrustratedcrimewriter.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/an-excerpt-from-my- revenge-thriller.html Chapter 1 I’m cold, colder than I’ve ever been in my entire life and I don’t know why. Slowly, I open my eyes, tentatively at first because even opening them a fraction feels like someone's shoving red-hot pins into them. The light is so bright. What’s with the light anyway? Has Michael wandered in, blootered on some poncy new beer and left the light on, after collapsing in a heap onto the bed? I’ll brain him if he has. I’m no good to anyone when I don’t get my eight hours. Pulling myself up in bed, I reach out my arm to nudge him awake so I can give him a right mouthful. My hand finds empty space. Where is he? My eyes sting as I prise them open – it’s as though there's been an accident with false lashes and I've glued my eyelashes together - and that’s when I realise I’m not in our flat. The reason I’m freezing is because I’m wearing a tracing paper thin hospital gown: the kind that shows off your backside when you’re being whisked off to x-ray. A tidal wave of panic hits me and I jerk into full consciousness. What’s happened to me? I try to remember, but my brain’s all bunged up as if the top of my head's been removed and the cavity filled with cotton wool. My arms are bandaged up. Have I been in an accident? If I have, I don’t remember. Maybe I hit my head. I take in my surroundings. If I’m in hospital, it’s no ordinary one. For one thing, my room’s more like a cell. There’s a bed and a table bolted to the floor, but no personal stuff: photos, or cards, or stuffed animals from people wishing me well. Does anyone even know I’m here? I grope for a call button to get a nurse, but there isn’t one. What the hell? This place is a prison. Staggering out of bed, I fight the wave of nausea and dizziness that make me want to yell at the world to stop moving because I want to get off the carousel. The tile floor is stone cold and there are no slippers by the bed. My feet are ice blocks. Why don’t I have any socks or tights on? Before I reach the door, there's a jingle of keys, then a key scrapes in the lock. Holding my breath, I brace myself for what’s coming. A woman I don’t recognize with brown hair tied back in a ponytail appears. She’s dressed in a nurse’s uniform and there’s a small smile playing on the edge of her lips. "Good, you’re awake, Nancy." She sounds pleased, as if we’re bosom buddies, when I’ve never seen her before in my life. "Where am I?" My voice comes out as a rasp as though my throat’s been sandpapered down. The nurse puts a hand on my shoulder. "Let’s get you back into bed, Nancy." I do as she says. I’m worried if I don’t lie back, I’ll faint. "You’re in Parkview Hospital," she says, as she fixes the pillows so I can sit upright. I know all the hospitals in Glasgow, but I haven’t heard of that one. I ask her what kind of hospital it is and she tells me it’s a psychiatric facility. The reason I haven’t heard of it, is because they don’t publicize it. Perhaps because it’s full of nutters they want to keep away from society. The prospect terrifies me because that would mean they must think I’m cuckoo. Why else would I be here? I suck in my breath. When I ask her if this is a nut house, she presses her lips tightly together as she tells me no one refers to psychiatric hospitals in that way any more. Suitably chastised, I mumble an apology not because I think one’s needed, but because she’s the one with the keys. "Why am I here?" I’m dreading the answer, but I need to know. I don’t feel any different. Surely if I’d lost my mind, I'd know. "You had a breakdown." The way she says it, she could be talking about the weather. She asks me if I want anything and I tell her a pair of proper pajamas, a dressing gown and slippers would be nice because I’m an ice block. If she gets in touch with Mum, she’ll bring me in some stuff.
Her smile’s still there, but breaks down around the corners of her mouth. There’s something she’s not telling me, because she’s worried how I’ll react. There’s fear in her eyes. I notice she’s wearing a lucky heather brooch, the same one I got for Mum. I’m staring at it as she tells me she’s going to fetch a doctor, when a memory stirs inside me and no matter how hard I try to push it away, someone’s taken their finger out the dyke and the water’s rushing in. Blood, blood everywhere. Dad’s slumped in his favorite armchair, head bent forward as if in prayer (he never prayed a day in his life); a single bullet hole in his head. I know it’s him, even although his face has been beaten to a pulp: his blood staining the fireside rug my mum was so fond of. Even in death, my dad has a presence. He fills a room with the sheer weight of his personality. Discarded nearby is the baseball bat they used on him. It’s covered in blood and something sticky and dark brown, resembling raw mincemeat. ***TO BE CONTINUED*** ✢ ✢ ✢ Oneclick ✢ ✢ ✢ Hell To Pay (Crime Files Book 1) is out now- USA http://www.amazon.com/Hell-Pay-Crime-Files-Book-ebook/dp/B00W851RDO UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hell-Pay-Crime-Files-Book-ebook/dp/B00W851RDO CAN http://www.amazon.ca/Hell-Pay-Crime-Files-Book-ebook/dp/B00W851RDO AUS http://www.amazon.com.au/Hell-Pay-Crime-Files-Book- ebook/dp/B00W851RDO An extract from Hell To Pay (Crime Files #1) published on April 28th 2015 by Limitless Publishing http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/product/hell-to-pay For a longer extract, go to the author's blog at http://ramblingsofafrustratedcrimewriter.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/an-excerpt-from-my- revenge-thriller.html

What a fantastic opening to a series!!!!

I told the author I was off to bed to start this book last night, what I didn't bank on was staying up to read it from cover to cover. I really enjoyed it.

Its brilliant as its the start to the series. It opens up with Nancy going to her parents home to visit, as she goes in, the usual sounds of her parents activity is not heard. Only upstairs movements, until......

OMG, just imagine the scene of your parents brutally murdered in their own home. 

The criminals were still in the house!! I was on the edge of my seat there in bed in the dark reading this.....made it worse I reckon!!! I could hear them coming down the stairs and ...........

She couldn't escape, they had her as a hostage.....

What happened to her left her in a psychiatric hospital some fourteen months later.

I don't think I'll say much more than....

She's out for REVENGE...

The ending of this book will lead you into book 2, which I am anxiously waiting for and the author said she would contact me, I just CANNOT WAIT....

I saw a reviewer say that they didn't think much of this story, however.....this is the prequel to the series, its short, to the point and leaves you gasping and hanging on a limb......
For me, the author has whet my apatite for more, and like I say, I cannot wait.

My thanks go to the author Jenny Thomson for allowing me to read and review this book honestly, authors never know if someone will enjoy the book they read or not, and neither does the reader, but this reading *smiles* is enormously happy

I want book 2!!!!!


Synopsis – Throwaways (Crime Files Book 2)

Huddled in a doorway, in a blonde wig, and my best Pretty Woman outfit, I'm already soaked to the skin. As downward spirals go, this was bad.
But I wasn’t here because I was reduced to turning tricks for a living. I was here to catch a killer…

Throwaways. That's the word they're using for the four Glasgow sex workers who've gone missing. But two people do care.

When Suzy Henderson is found dead in a landfill site, her eyes pecked out by crows, they find the finger of another missing woman wedged in her throat.

Nancy Kerr and Tommy McIntyre are on the case and they won’t stop until they find the missing women. But, how can they trust anyone when they can’t even trust each other?


Synopsis – Don’t Come for Me (Crime Files Book 3)

My name is Nancy Kerr and I'm not a murderer. Since my parents were murdered I've come close a few times, but I've never done the deed.

I did tattoo the world RAPIST across the stomach of one of my parents' killers. But to me that was justified, righteous revenge because when I walked in on those monsters who killed my parents, they raped me and left me bleeding to death on the kitchen floor of my childhood home. What happened caused me to have a breakdown and I ended up in a psychiatric hospital where I was in the land of the zombies for fourteen months. I have no memory of most of what happened there.

But, hey, that's another story.

Accused of my boyfriend Tommy's murder, I need to prove my innocence. It won't be easy. Confronted by the same scene as the police, I would think I was guilty too. And, Tommy's still missing, presumed dead; murdered by me.
The clock's ticking…


✢✢✢About the Author✢✢✢

Jenny Thomson is an award-winning crime writer who has been scribbling away all her life. She also writes non-fiction as Jennifer Thomson.

Inspired by her love of zombies and The Walking Dead, she wrote The Restless Dead.

She kills people for a living in the Crime File series of books for Limitless Publishing.
To find out more details about her and the Crime Files, check out her publisher's site at http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/jenny-thomson/

Her novella, How Kirsty Gets Her Kicks, about a one legged Glasgow barmaid who goes on the run with a gun and a safe load of gangster's cash after killing one of his henchmen, will be published by the critically acclaimed Snubnose Press.

Note - The author is also available for interviews and guest posts. Just drop her a line at Jennyone1@yahoo.com
She’ll be delighted to hear from you.

Have a great day:)

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