It’s Publication Day!

Today, my fourth novel, The Liar’s Promise, is published by Bloodhound Books. Here’s the book description and a few ARC reviews.

Book Description:

Do you love dark & compelling psychological thrillers? Mark Tilbury’s unmissable The Liar’s Promise is a suspenseful thriller which will have you gripped.

How does a mother protect her child from the unknown?

During a visit to a local theatre, four-year-old Chloe Hollis becomes hysterical. But her mother, Mel, doesn’t realise that this is just the beginning of the nightmare. In the coming weeks, Chloe talks of The Tall Man – Of death.

At her wit’s end, Mel confides in Charles Honeywell, the headmaster at the school where she works. But what Mel doesn’t know is that Charles is linked to what is happening to her daughter.

Will Mel learn the terrible truth? And can she overcome her own tragic past and save her daughter before it’s too late?

The Liar’s Promise is a story of past lives and future torment.

 

ARC reviews:
‘I loved The Abattoir of Dreams and was very excited to read The Liar’s Promise. Mr Tilbury has once again produced a fantastic book, which IS genuinely spellbinding and unputdownable. 5 shiny, gold stars.’

‘Wow wow wow this book gave me the chills I could not put it down!’ 5*

‘I thought this was a very original story – certainly not like anything else I’ve read. The characters and situations are richly described. It features a Shakespeare fanatic, colour coded freezers and a horrific, deadly game. I can’t really say much more without revealing spoilers.’ 5*

‘I loved this book!
The story gripped me from the beginning and just didn’t let go.
This is a crime thriller with a supernatural twist and one which I thoroughly enjoyed.’ 5*

 

The novel’s blog tour also begins today. If you see any reviews of the book by any of the bloggers in the image below, please share or re-tweet them. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book!

You can buy The Liar’s Promise here.

As always, thank you for you support.

All the best,
Mark.

The Liar’s Promise Prologue.

Today, I’m excited to share the prologue of my forth-coming release, The Liar’s Promise. It is now available to pre-order on Amazon and will be published 28th November. Here is the book blurb:

How does a mother protect her child from the unknown?

During a visit to a local theatre, four-year-old Chloe Hollis becomes hysterical. But her mother, Mel, doesn’t realise that this is just the beginning of the nightmare. In the coming weeks, Chloe talks of The Tall Man – Of death.

At her wits end, Mel confides in Charles Honeywell, the headmaster at the school where she works. But what Kim doesn’t know is that Charles is linked to what is happening to her daughter.

Will Mel learn the terrible truth? And can she overcome her own tragic past and save her daughter before it’s too late?

The Liar’s Promise is a story of past lives and future torment.

 

And, here is the prologue:

 

Peter King regarded the young woman handcuffed to the brass headboard with a mixture of contempt and anticipation. It was clear she lacked breeding, and her coarse tongue left a lot to be desired, but these matters were of little consequence. This wasn’t a young ladies’ finishing school; not unless you took the finishing part literally. Her name was Tanya, but she would be assigned a colour and a number for the rest of her days: Purple-six. Her predecessor, Purple-five, would be a hard act to follow. Impossible, even, but now was not the time to cry over spilt blood.

Purple-six was now at the mercy of several glasses of Chardonnay and four crushed sleeping tablets. Enough to fell an average horse, let alone a lame foal like Purple-six. It was almost ten hours since she’d fallen asleep at the dining table, head resting on a plate of leftover chicken sandwiches and sweet pickled onions.

King had abducted her from his usual stomping ground at Paddington Station. He’d almost been resigned to giving up after hours of fruitless watching and waiting when she’d stepped off an incoming train from Reading like an answered prayer. The first sign she was the right girl for him had been her obvious lack of direction. After several minutes wandering around in circles, she’d sat on a bench, hunched over, hands fidgeting with just about anything they could, well, get their hands on.

King had waited a while before approaching her. His fake beard was irritating his skin, and the padding around his midriff had slipped, but these minor inconveniences would be soon forgotten once he focussed on the task in hand. He adjusted his dark-grey trilby hat and sat down next to his prey, careful not to engage her in conversation too soon.

Purple-six helped things along by taking a tobacco tin from her blue coat and plugging a thin roll-up between her lips. He offered her a light with Yellow-one’s Zippo lighter. Yellow-one no longer smoked. Or breathed, for that matter. Continue reading

BLOG TOUR: Wormwood by Larry Enmon.

Today I’m delighted to be taking part in the blog blitz for Larry Enmon’s edge of your seat thriller, Wormwood. Thanks to Sarah Hardy at Bloodhound Books for asking me to review the book.

Book Description:
In Dallas, Texas, Katrina Wallace goes missing. As the mayor’s daughter, her kidnapping triggers mounting political pressure and forces the Chief of Police to put two senior detectives on the case. Rob Soliz and Frank Pierce have done the impossible in the past, but their methods are unconventional.

The only evidence at the scene is a Bible found in the girl’s car and soon Frank and Rob find themselves involved in a disturbing investigation shrouded by Bible prophecy, doomsday cults, and murder.

Is Katrina still alive? And what exactly is Wormwood?

As the trail leads them into the woods of rural East Texas, Frank must deal with his lingering religious doubts and solve the case. His worst fears will be realised when he must discover the ugly truth about Wormwood. But he and Rob will have to get out alive to tell the story…

 

My Review:
Wormwood is an excellent debut crime thriller from Larry. Featuring missing young women, a major police investigation and a religious cult, it grabs your attention immediately. Continue reading

Double blog tour thanks!

Both The Revelation Room and The Eyes of the Accused were recently re-launched by Bloodhound Books, and a week-long blog tour accompanied each publication.

I wanted to give my heartfelt thanks to all the book bloggers who took part in both tours. Each of you gave up your time to read, review and share your thoughts on both books across social media.

Without the invaluable work of book bloggers, authors wouldn’t be able to spread the word about their work. They help with exposure, getting people talking, and encouraging people to pick up books and read them. This takes each blogger a considerable amount of time, for which they don’t get paid – they do what they do for the love of books. Not only that, but the blogging community is very supportive, and those who didn’t take part on the Whittle tours either shared or re-tweeted the reviews that were part of them. Massive thanks to everyone who helped in any way with each tour.

Below are links to the blogs of the people who took part in the tours. I recommend you have a look through them for some really great reviews and book recommendations:

 

Amy writes reviews at Novel Gossip 

Dee writes over on Novel Deelights

Susan posts reviews on Books From Dusk till Dawn

Shell reviews over on Chelle’s Book Reviews

Mark posts reviews on Mark Wilson Books

Sarah reviews on By the Letter Book Reviews

Jen writes on Jen Med’s Book Reviews

Sam posts reviews on Clues and Reviews

Kate reviews over at The Quiet Knitter

Noelle posts reviews on Crime Book Junkie

Ronnie writes reviews at Ronnie Turner

Sean reviews over on Sean’s Book Reviews

Kerry Ann reviews at Chat About Books

Chandra writes over on Where the Reader Grows

Jill posts reviews on Books ‘n’ All

 

Once again, thanks to everyone who took part, and I look forward to reading your future reviews and blog posts.

Best wishes,

Mark.

 

The Eyes of the Accused Re-launch

Today, I’m delighted to share the new cover for The Eyes of the Accused. It will be re-launched by Bloodhound Books on 6th June. Below is the first chapter of the book. I hope you enjoy it.

Book Description:

Fresh from the horrors of their last case, private investigators Ben and Maddie are plunged into a disturbing world of terror as they search for missing pregnant girl, Hannah Heath.

Drawn to Frank Crowley, a suspect in Hannah’s disappearance, Maddie is about to come face to face with true evil. As she gets close to Crowley, Maddie will learn all is not what it seems.

Crowley is just a small part of something much larger. Something so terrible and deranged, it defies reason.

When Maddie disappears, Ben is left in a desperate race against time to find her and uncover the truth.

But can Ben and Maddie both survive this time?

 

First Chapter

Hannah Heath knew she was dying. Her head felt strangely detached from her body, as if it might float away at any moment like a helium balloon. A strip light blinked above her. Perhaps a mothership come to take her home. But where was home? Over the hills and far away, for all she knew. Her swollen bladder threatened to burst.

Outside the echoing dome of her skull, she heard a voice. ‘You asked to go to the toilet. Don’t you dare wet yourself. Get up!’

So tired now. Tired enough to die. She closed her eyes and waited for the angels to take her to heaven. The angels seemed otherwise engaged. Perhaps this terrible place was beyond their jurisdiction.

‘Stand up. I’m not dragging you all the way to the toilet.’

The words sounded as if they’d been fired from a canon. She wanted to say she couldn’t move. Her body was too tired. Exhausted. But the words refused to form on her lips. Hands on hers. Pulling her upright. A grunting noise, followed by several short sharp pants. ‘Come… on… get… up…’

Hannah opened one eye. Bright light forced it shut again. She tried to speak. Ask to be left alone, but the words came out all wrong. ‘Schmalone.’

Something pressed into her right breast. It bore down into her chest. She reached out, and her hand brushed against something coarse. Hair? She tried to grip it, but her fingers felt swollen and useless.

‘Stand up, you stupid girl.’ Continue reading