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Book review by @hannahjleslie Behind Closed Doors by B.A.Paris

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Everyone knows a couple like Jack and Grace. He has looks and wealth, she has charm and elegance. You might not want to like them, but you do.

You’d like to get to know Grace better.

But it’s difficult, because you realise Jack and Grace are never apart.

Some might call this true love. Others might ask why Grace never answers the phone. Or how she can never meet for coffee, even though she doesn’t work. How she can cook such elaborate meals but remain so slim. And why there are bars on one of the bedroom windows.

Sometimes, the perfect marriage is the perfect lie.

Review by Hannah:


I don’t like being told what I should like or dislike. 

I don’t like reading a book just because everyone is saying it is the best book ever. 

I do like to take my time and make a choice based on what is best for me and choosing a book is no different. 

I tend to choose a book that reflects my mood or an author I know writes well and can really tell a story. 

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Georgia Green is on the conveyor belt to happiness.

Live-in boyfriend, perfect career and great friends, it seems like Georgia is only a Tiffany box away from her happily ever after. But when she arrives in Australia for her best friend’s wedding and is faced with the bridezilla from hell, she starts to realise that she might not want the cookie-cutter ending she thought.

What was meant to be a trip full of sunny days at the beach and wedding planning over cocktails, has turned into another problem for her to fix – just like the ones she’d left behind. With hardly any time for her boyfriend, let alone herself, it feels like there is just too much to juggle. It might be time for Georgia to step off the conveyor belt to find the balance in life and see if she really can have it all…

Buy the book: UK /  Ireland | US 

Guest Post: What you must do in Australia


 Have a go at surfing! 


You can’t go to Australia and not learn how to surf. It’s a rite of passage down under to hit the waves and tick this off your travel bucket list. So, obviously I had to give it a go! Although since then I now have a new level of respect for surfer babes who ride the waves whilst rocking a glowing tan and pearly white smile. I had visions of catching a gnarly rip (yup, I have no idea) with my beachy hair flowing in the breeze, effortlessly pushing myself up to stand and catch each break. The reality was a little different. I ended up with mascara gloop round my eyes, a gallon of salt water up my nose and being shown up by a four year old Aussie kid who was doing crazy tricks nearby. Nice one, show off. Surfing is not as easy as it looks in the films but there is something addictive about it.

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‘I would like to make myself the heroine of this story – an innocent victim led astray. But alas sir, I would be lying…’

London, 1756: In Newgate prison, Tully Truegood awaits trial. Her fate hanging in the balance, she tells her life-story. It’s a tale that takes her from skivvy in the back streets of London, to conjuror’s assistant, to celebrated courtesan at her stepmother’s Fairy House, the notorious house of ill-repute where decadent excess is a must…

Tully was once the talk of the town. Now, with the best seats at Newgate already sold in anticipation of her execution, her only chance of survival is to get her story to the one person who can help her avoid the gallows.

Read an Extract:

Chapter One
Newgate Prison, London
I lie on this hard bed counting the bricks in the ceiling of this miserable cell. I have been sick every morning for a week and thought I might have jail fever. If it had killed me it would at
least have saved me the inconvenience of a trial and a public hanging. Already the best seats at Newgate Prison have been sold in anticipation of my being found guilty – and I have yet to be sent to trial. Murder, attempted murder – either way the great metropolis seems to know the verdict before the judge has placed the black square on his grey wig. This whore is gallows-bound.
‘Is he dead?’ I asked.
My jailer wouldn’t say.

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