Blog Tour/Guest Post: The Lost Children by Theresa Talbot

‘Ideal for fans of Broadchurch’…how enticing is that? I’m delighted to be hosting today’s stop on the blog tour for The Lost Children by Theresa Talbot.  The book is the first in a new thriller series featuring investigative journalist, Oonagh O’Neil.  I have a wonderful guest post by Theresa for you all about her journey to becoming someone who can call themselves a ‘writer’.

Do check out the tour schedule at the bottom of this post to see the other great book bloggers taking part in the tour.  Visit them for reviews, interviews and book extracts.

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The Lost ChildrenAbout the Book

TV journalist and media darling, Oonagh O’Neil, can sense a sinister cover-up from the moment an elderly priest dies on the altar of his Glasgow church. His death comes as she is about to expose the shocking truth behind the closure of a Magdalene Institution. The Church has already tried to suppress the story. Is someone also covering their tracks?

DI Alec Davies is appointed to investigate the priest’s death. He and Oonagh go way back. Oonagh now faces the biggest decision of her life. But will it be hers to make? What secrets lie behind the derelict Institution’s doors? What sparked the infamous three-day riot that closed it? And what happened to the three Maggies who vowed to stay friends forever?

From Ireland to Scotland.  From life to death.

(The book was previously published under the title Penance.)

Format: ebook, paperback (466 pp.)    Publisher: Aria Fiction
Published: 1st April 2018                 Genre: Crime, Mystery

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Guest Post: ‘Hi, I’m Theresa Talbot – and I’m a writer’ by Theresa Talbot

I feel as though I should be standing up at a support group to utter that phrase as it’s taken me so long to say it out loud.

My day job is ‘broadcast journalist’. It sounds slightly grander than it is; basically it’s talking out loud on the wireless. I present the traffic & travel on BBC Radio Scotland and sometimes read the news. Several years ago, I also presented the weekly gardening programme but that was taken off-air and replaced with a programme about men hitting balls with sticks, or men kicking balls, or men swerving out of the way of balls…I can’t really remember which, but there were a lot of men and a lot of balls.

My writing journey has been as long and meandering as the road to Ballacheulish. It would be lovely to say I always had a burning ambition to write, that it’s part of my DNA and as a child I would sit for hours on my own scribbling furiously then pass my stories on to the other kids on the street in exchange for popularity. But in truth I was a listener rather than a teller. For me there was nothing more delicious than being told a story from a grown-up. One of those fabulously illicit tales of gore, ghost and ghouls that seemingly had no part in childhood. Scratch the surface of any fairy tale and there lies the most appalling horror of savage wolves, lost children in the woods and wicked witches on a killing frenzy armed with no more than a basket of poisoned apples.

I can’t remember when I decided I would like to become a writer, certainly not as a child, as to me being ‘a writer’ was something only posh people did. I never even considered it could be a job, and certainly not my job. I remember my sister having one of those portable typewriters – Petite I think was the brand name – it had its own blue carrying case and I was in awe as she battered out ‘the quick brown dog jumps over the lazy fox’ time and time again with lightening speed.

I fell into journalism after a range of jobs as diverse as Library Assistant, Pepsi Challenge Girl and Medical Rep, but somewhere along the line a seed must have been sown that compelled me to write. I went to a few writers’ groups, toyed with short stories, but they were never my thing and I never took myself seriously as a writer, which was fine as neither did anyone else.

Looking back I’ve actually written every day of my professional life for the past twenty two years as a radio journalist – and because I write for the spoken word, this helps enormously when it comes to writing dialogue. I was a freelance comedy writer too. I was listening to a show on BBC Radio Scotland and noticed that there was what seemed like a ton of writers at the end credits. I phoned up the production company that made the weekly programme and asked them where they got their material from. Basically writers just submitted jokes and that was that.  Seemed simple enough, then the following week I was in the hairdressers and a chap sat next to me was chatting away and told me he was a comedy writer for the very same programme. I sent him a joke and he told me to ‘try it, nothing to lose’. So I did and they used it. I did the same the following week, they used that joke too. Armed with my two jokes I went to a BBC producer and nagged her into reading a few other things, and before I knew it I had a weekly slot on another sketch show. I have to say writing a two minute sketch was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It took me almost the whole week to get it right. Like short stories, short sketches just weren’t my thing. But, I’d started on road to becoming a writer and by this time had the bit between my teeth.

When I decided to actually write a book I confess I didn’t have a clue. The main thing that prompted me to get started was that I had a P.C. No longer would I succumb to the noxious fumes of tipex – as typing was not, and still isn’t, my strong point. I had no plan, no structure, just an idea which I started writing. I was inspired by two things – an early ghost story my Dad had told of a priest dying on the altar, and Glasgow’s Magdalene Institution which closed down after a three day riot in 1958.

That story eventually became The Lost Children and I’m thrilled to bits that Team Aria love it as much as I do. So with a book under my belt, can I now call myself a writer? Probably, but it’ll be years before I’m brave enough to utter the phrase…’I’m Theresa Talbot, and I’m an Author’.                                                                          © Theresa Talbot


Theresa TalbotAbout the Author

Theresa  Talbot  is  a  BBC  broadcaster  and  freelance  producer.  A  former  radio  news  editor,  she  also  hosted  The  Beechgrove  Potting  Shed  on  BBC  Radio  Scotland,  but  for many  she  will  be  most  familiar  as  the  voice  of  the  station’s  Traffic  &  Travel.  Late 2014  saw  the  publication  of  her  first  book,  This  Is  What  I  Look  Like,  a  humorous  memoir  covering  everything  from  working  with  Andy  Williams  to  rescuing  chickens  and  discovering  nuns  hidden  in  gardens.  She’s  much  in  demand  at  book  festivals,  both  as  an  author  and  as  a  chairperson.

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Guest Post: The Jinn and the Sword by Robert Peacock and Sara Cook

As a bookblogger, it’s frustrating not to be able to accept every review request that comes your way.  After all, there are only so many hours in the day.  However, just because my own review pile is verging on the mountainous, it doesn’t mean I should hide away what might be your next perfect read.

Today I’m delighted to welcome to What Cathy Read Next, siblings Robert Peacock and Sara Cook, authors of The Jinn and the Sword.   The book is described – enticingly – as ‘a tale of mystery, suspense and romance in the sixteenth century court of Suleyman the Magnificent’.  And just look at that gorgeous cover!

I’m pleased to say the authors have selected a few of their favourite quotations from the book to whet your appetite and, in a fascinating guest post, Sara shares her very personal writing journey.

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The Jinn and the SwordAbout the Book

Set in the 16th century imperial Ottoman court of Suleyman the Magnificent, this novel of mystery, suspense and romance introduces the Venetian Conte Vincenzo Lupo (Il Lupo, the Wolf), renowned for his swordsmanship and investigative skills.

Fearing Topkapi Palace officials may be complicit in assassination attempts and palace intrigues, Il Lupo travels to Istanbul at Suleyman’s behest. His equally skilled daughter, Francesca, whom he has raised as a single father, accompanies him disguised as a boy. Escorted by Kemal, commander of the elite palace guard, and Aziz, a formidable Harem eunuch, they quash assassination attempts against Suleyman and his favored concubine, Roxelana.

Multiple mysteries requiring resolution include the theft, masterminded by the ghoulish Shaitan, of the sacred relics of Muhammed from the palace repository and murders committed by a demonic jinn, dwelling in labyrinthine passageways beneath the palace. Although filled with action, suspense and mystery, at its heart, the novel is a tale of love, awakenings, yearnings and beneficence that will touch the human spirit.

Format: ebook, hardcover, paperback (344 pp.) Publisher: Xlibris US
Published: 25th January 2018                        Genre: Historical Fiction, Mystery, Suspense

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A Taste of The Jinn and the Sword

‘The cruelties man inflicts upon fellow man are endless and barbaric…These things are beyond comprehension and each brutal bestial act creates an individual human tragedy, the consequences spilling into many lives.”

“This is the man known for solving mysteries of the imperial courts. He is very clever and often impassive.  Be cautious.  Vincenzo Lupo is more a fox than a wolf.”

‘A terrified Mehmed gazed into the distorted and grotesque face of the Shaitan, its wildly flashing eyes exuding a phlegethon of malice and drooling mouth filled with sharp, cuspidated teeth.’

‘A journey within itself, Istanbul always revealed new discoveries with each visit. To cross from one side of the street to another was to walk through the centuries.’

‘Il Lupo cautioned, “Apparent demeanour is an insufficient reason to rule anyone out at this time. Remember, we cannot discard clues until we are completely certain they are of no value. We must always open-mindedly interrogate our assumptions.”’

‘Tears still softly falling from her eyes, she slowly began to move her hips in a seductive, circling motion with arms raised over her head, her gauzy fabric draped from her fingertips as she pulled it over her face, exposing only her moist eyes. Moving with exquisite grace around the room, her motions intensified, matching the pace of the music. Roxelana’s dance was rapturous.’

“Blasphemous brushstrokes!”

 “Make no mistake, Kemal.  Yes, I am a woman, but never underestimate me.  I am a match for any man.”


Guest Post ‘Vision and Inspiration: The Jinn and the Sword’ by Sara Cook

How do vision and inspiration emerge for a novel…a tale such as ours?

In our case, our novel came to fruition in a collaboration that evolved over many years.  My brother and co-author, Rob, handed me a 20,000 word outline complete with a mesmerizing setting and ingenious plot, and framed with a beautifully written poetic Prologue and Epilogue. He provided that vision a decade ago, but the vicissitudes of both our lives intervened. I required inspiration to write which, I would discover, could only be found in the quiet…a listening to the stillness and I was certainly not there ten years ago.

Now, as I sit here in the great Northern Plains of the massive North American continent, the quiet is profound.  After years of “sensory city cacophony” (a perfectly coined phrase from Rob), coming here made me aware that my hectic pace was robbing me of the life I thought I was living. In the doing – this change of lifestyle – I was finally able to accept my brother’s long ago invitation to take on the vision for his story.

I did not know it then – that this is where I needed to be; humbled and quieted, receptive to my own thoughts and instincts – away from the jarring and vexing chaos.  The quiescence was the balm to my battered soul, presenting me with gifts…realization of my own significance and insignificance…how small I am in the world and yet the power that lies within, and even hearing, for the first time in my life, how the “earth sounds” in all this exquisite and swaddling quiet. I understood why the Native Americans named even, the wind.

There is a special kind of magic in all this serenity and I was inspired to do something I never imagined I would do.  Write…co-author…a book as I plunged into the ambiguous, “uncharted labyrinth” of my mind, sending him my first draft of 98,000 words. The wordsmith had the audacity to cut it to 82,000 words! My revenge was to send it to him again, and this time with 118,000 words.  (The seesaw of increasing and decreasing words continued seemingly, ad infinitum – or at least five manuscripts.)

Once the decision was made, the question became, what do I do to make the book unforgettable? Ha! May as well try to catch a falling star! How could I build on his intriguing plot?  He was staccato and I was legato. There were intense searches for perfect words…quidnunc, coxcomb, fallalery, froideur, effluvium, caliginous (how many ways can one describe darkness?), pulchritudinous, esperance…lovely, irresistible, necessary words.  Finding compromise was at times difficult and of course, there were the predictable sibling spats. We were often focused on how to make our cross-genre novel relevant to all manner of reader – attempting to appeal to those who would enjoy its suspense and mystery, while still appealing to those who might relish romantic moments with words intended to be repeated and whispered under their breath.

I suppose these are questions common to many writers. However I am unsure since I still do not consider myself a “writer.”  Perhaps, I could describe myself as an “expresser”, if such a word exists. Steeling myself, I gathered up all those “pearls” that reside in each of us – those which we are cautioned should not be cast before the undeserving – trusting and bequeathing them out into the world of readers in the thoughts and actions of our characters, praying they be found worthy.

Once I started, I could not stop, loving to add visual richness to the scenes and creating emotional identities for the characters, imagining where they wanted to go. I will confess that my fantasy inspiration for Vincenzo Lupo – our protagonist – was that British jewel – Rufus Sewell – #sigh.  I surprised, even myself, with the writing of the opening scene…the book starts off with a bang…all gruesome….with a murderous Jinn lurking beneath the Topkapi Palace and Istanbul. I was more versatile at portraying violence, murder and mayhem than I thought – rather scary, actually.  And Rob, all pristine and power, was able to write with enormous sensitivity.

“And thus, in this moment, Francesca Lupo acquiesced, submitting herself to the utterly irresistible metamorphosis of the girl into the woman, a transformation tenderly and profoundly touching her embryonic soul.”

There were endless hours of research required to ensure the accuracy of the timeline and geopolitics of the era, required for the verisimilar nature of the tale as well as planning, in advance, timelines necessary for possible sequels (#tease).

A final note…the book was originally intended to be illustrated in a manner evocative of the times and the tale…illuminated in rich and breathtaking colour, but the cost to our readers would have been prohibitive.  To see our original intent, images are available on Instagram.  We hope you love our story.

© Sara Lawrence Cook (and for, Robert Peacock)


About the Authors

Robert PeacockRobert Truss Peacock is an attorney/CPA who has served as an Administrative Judge for the past thirty-two years, most recently on the Armed Services Board of Contract Appeals (ASBCA) and previously on the Corps of Engineers Board of Contract Appeals prior to its merger with the ASBCA in 2000. His inspiration for the book emanated from his study of Ottoman history and culture and visits to the magnificent city of Istanbul when he was stationed in Turkey as an Air Force JAG officer approximately forty years ago. Whenever able, he spends his free time with his twin daughters, Mary and Anne, and his grandchildren, Wilfred and Amelia.

Sara CookSara Lawrence (Peacock) Cook is a published interior designer and retired from her thirty year career as owner of an interior design business and importer of antiques. Living in Europe for fifteen years she travelled extensively for clients, business and pleasure, including a visit to Istanbul, Turkey – the setting for the novel. A self-described “collector of experiences and impressions,” she turned her creative efforts to writing, using her vivid recollections to build scenes and characters in The Jinn and the Sword, an intriguing, inspired plot and mesmerizing outline developed by her brother and co-author, Robert.

Joining forces, their shared vision was to enhance the reader’s experience by illustrating the book in a manner evocative of the manuscripts of the 16th century. Leaving behind the hectic pace of suburban life, she recently relocated to the northern Great Plains in search of a more Arcadian lifestyle. She has been married forty-five years to John L. Cook, a retired Army Lieutenant Colonel and published author. She credits Katelyn Cook and Rebecca Cook, daughters made family through marriage to their sons, Zachary and Joshua, for their elevated artistic and editorial contributions.

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