Title - Bride without a Groom
Author - Amy Lynch
Publication Date - May 7th 2015
Publisher - Avon
Format - eBook (Provided via publisher)
Pages - 241
Single, coupled-up or married, this laugh-out-loud summer read is the perfect anecdote for the wedding season!
Rebecca has chosen the most luscious, five-tiered, wedding cake. The engagement ring that she has selected is celebrity inspired. The wedding singer is on speed dial. He doesn't usually do Michael Bolton, but as it's for a first dance he'll make an exception. Father Maguire is checking dates for the parish church as we speak. The deposit on the white sand honeymoon is paid for in full on Barry's card. She has fallen for an ivory lace couture gown that is to die for. The down payment may require her to sell a left kidney, but it will be worth it. Isn't that why you have two?
There's one teeny tiny problem. It's nothing, really. No need to panic! It's just that Barry has yet to propose. Says he's not ready! He can be a bit of a kill joy that way. It's time to face the harsh reality - Rebecca is a bride without a groom!
It’s best not to tell the girls about the wedding singer I went along to see last week, and I’m interrupted before I can launch into my thoughts on wedding scrapbooks. (Surely everybody does this? Weddings need themes!) A stocky man in a black shirt is standing over Emer. Highly annoying.
‘Just a packet of dry roasted peanuts,’ I wave my hand. I wish that he would go away before the subject is changed and I don't get to hear their opinions on church music.
‘Eh, no…’ The man is still standing there. What does he bloody want?
‘Fine. Salted, then,’ I roll my eyes.
‘Would you like a drink?’
Rudely, he’s not even asking me, the birthday girl. He’s focussed on Emer, as in the non-birthday girl!
I can't help but notice how the top button on his crisp black shirt bulges ever so slightly. It's probably because his muscles are so ridiculous. Honestly, who does that? Come to think of it, his arms are quite chunky too. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.
Before I can protest, he and his staggeringly handsome friends have joined our table and Pam's laughter has reached hysteria. Emer is, as always, demure. Pam is flirting up a storm. I decide to join in. Besides, there's a strong chance that they’ll be coughing up for the next round of drinkies and mine's going to be a large one.
Ciaran sits next to me. His enthusiasm to impress me reminds me of Milly, our beloved poodle when I was growing up. I admit to myself that he’s quite a hunk, but that might be just the Kir Royale talking. And yes, he’s paying.
He's a tad young for me, but yum nonetheless in a Colin Farrell kind of way. He has a Dublin accent, but it's not strong enough to make me think that he's going to try and steal my purse.
If it wasn’t for the excessive tanning on his rippling biceps, he might be my type. Ciaran tells me that he and his mates all work together at Go Gym, and that one of them has recently appeared on the car-crash TV show Tallaght-fornia. It's all so working class. I’m really slumming it now!
‘Really, Ciaran? Tell me more over another drink. I’ll have a Cosmo.’
I notice that Pam's skirt hemline has definitely gone up a couple of inches. She’s so shameless! She drains the last of her Screaming Orgasm, and insists that her new admirer order another one for her personally. We all titter around the table.
‘So. And are you with anyone?’ Ciaran's blue eyes penetrate mine.
I stop. Am I with anyone? Good bloody question! We've got the joint mortgage but no wedding ring. We also have our beloved fur baby cat. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? I mumble about needing the loo, and shuffle off to the ladies. In the mirror, I see a hot fluster has spread across my face. It’s a boost to my recently battered ego.
It's one o’clock in the morning, and Pam has just spotted one of her ex-flings sitting across from us. The mood has gone decidedly downhill. She gives him the evils across the bar, and Emer and I stop her from lunging over there to tell him what's what. We make a sharp exit onto the street, leaving the lads behind.
About the author
Amy Lynch is an Irish author of humorous romantic women’s fiction, but not always with fairy tale endings! She has been working in the charity sector for many years, is married and has two young children. When she is not writing, she can be found juggling school runs, packing lunch boxes, tackling the laundry mountain and walking two large rescue dogs who stare at her until she walks them. Talk about multi-tasking!
Her debut novel ‘Bride Without a Groom’ is a laugh out loud Bridezilla comedy, and
will be published by Avon, Harper Collins in May 2015. Amy has published articles in Women’s Way, TV Choice Magazine, Sunday Times, and The Irish Examiner’ Ahe is represented by literary agent, Frank Fahy.
Pieter Posthumus is enjoying a quiet drink in his favourite bar when the screaming starts. A minute later, the owner of the guesthouse next door rushes in: one of her tenants has been murdered.
Marloes, the guesthouse owner, is an odd but kind soul. Posthumus cannot believe it when she is arrested - for both her tenant Zig's murder and another death years before. He knows there are questions unanswered: what is the link between the two cases? Why are people so keen to think Marloes is guilty? And why did Zig paint just one picture every year - a copy of a Dutch master, but with one peculiar twist?
As his investigation progresses, he comes to see that a few minutes can mean all the difference in the world: between saving a life and taking one; between innocence and guilt. And that sometimes asking questions leads to a truth that's hard to bear.
A piece written by Britta Bolt
A House Visit
As part of our research for the Posthumus books, Rodney joined up for a while with the real-life Lonely Funerals team, to get some idea of their working day. Part of that involves house visits, to the apartment of the deceased, to look for wills, bank statements, and insurance policies, and to see if they can find any leads to track down family. The visits also help in building up a picture of who the person was, and in choosing music or writing a poem or elegy for the Lonely Funeral. One of the visits Rodney found most affecting was to the apartment of a woman who had lain dead for a week before being found. Having taken early retirement, she had somehow lost touch with all her friends and colleagues. She was only in her late fifties, and had died in her sleep. Inside the apartment was the flotsam of a life that had unexpectedly stopped: an unwashed mug and a plate with crumbs on it; a rack of clothes hung out to dry. In the sitting room, the sofa (angled so that you could lie down and watch television) was surrounded by empty wine bottles. Cigarette butts filled a bucket beside it. Bank statements showed page after page of small, almost daily, debit payments to two places only: the local supermarket, and the corner tobacconist. Yet the walls of the apartment told another story entirely: photo after photo of trekking holidays in Nepal, backpacking in India, beautiful South Asian art and fabrics. And from what one could tell, many of the photos from only ten or fifteen years earlier. It was the sort of apartment that would set the cogs of Posthumus’s mind whirring….
I give it - 4/5
My review - I do love a good crime book.
I love that this story isn't fast paced. It takes it time with going over the murder, the evidence, someone getting convicted, the trial etc and I like that it really gives you more depth into the story.
I think Britta and Rodney work perfectly together writing this story. They have done amazingly with putting this fantastic crime story together.
It is such a great mystery book that will have you guessing until the very end to find out the whole story of it.
It is such a page turner that you will not want to put it down, seriously, I didn't want to stop reading when I had to leave for work.
There is such suspense in this story that it makes that more fantastic and a very enjoyable read! The only thing is that it took me awhile to get into it but once I did it was totally worth it. It was so brilliantly written that I can't wait to read more by these two!
I really enjoyed reading about Pieter and his journey to finding out about the murder and how previous murder a few years ago is connected, I thought he was such an interesting character.
So if you love a good mystery book then I suggest you read this!
How do you start writing a letter to someone, six years after breaking their heart?
Ava is unlucky in love as well as in life. The new office bitch has landed the dating column Ava wanted, and she can't remember the last time she had a second date. It's a good thing she has best friends Max and Gwen to pick up the pieces.
Deep down, Ava knows the reason why one date never turns into two – she's in love with someone else. Someone she's never even met.
It all started six years ago, with a letter from a secret admirer, Mr Writer... but then they suddenly stopped and Ava was heartbroken.
Now the letters have started again and Ava knows it could mean winning back the dating column at work. This time she's determined to unmask Mr Writer... and find out once and for all if he's Mr Right or Mr Very Definitely Wrong!